My Descent into Slavery Ch. 09

"Beth has my permission to cum if you wish to give her an orgasm at any point, since this isn't treatment anymore."

"As you wish."

It had been many weeks since I'd been spanked, due to the surgery, and the lack of need, almost two months.

"I'm not going to spank her skin graft areas," Sahar said.

Essentially, it meant she'd be striking me at the bottom of my ass and the backs of my thighs. My back and top of my ass is where I'd had the surgery.

"Your cunt is awful wet for someone who's about to get spanked," Sahar said.

"These spanking are different for me," I said. "It does tend to be more enjoyable."

The spanking itself was hard. No one could ever accuse Sahar of sparing the rod. Since it had to be concentrated on a relatively small part of my anatomy, it tended to be harsher than most of mine normally were.

When it was over, I pushed Sahar back on the couch and crouched over her. "Mistress, I'm begging you to make me cum on your tongue."

Sahar laughed and pulled my pussy against her face and made me cum hard. Since there were no restrictions on her orgasms, I gave her several before I had mine.

That was how my sister slaves observed me when they came in the door; buried between Sahar's thighs, cumming hard on her tongue.

"What the hell do we have here?" Miranda said, looking at us entwined on the couch. "What the hell has Beth done already to have such a wickedly red ass?"

"Probably cum without permission," Francesca said. "She always was a horny slut."

"Your back looks so much better," Belle said. "It's amazing."

I waited until my orgasm ended; no point in wasting a good one, then got up and hugged them all, kissing them with my juicy face.

"Another month farther along, Miranda. You look ready to pop."

"I feel ready to pop. Hello, Master. Good to see you again. I leave it up to you whether you want to see my big belly and milk swollen tits."

"I definitely want you naked. It's been several months now. Then sit in my lap and give me a kiss."

"I weigh a ton," Miranda said.

"I'm sure I can handle an extra thirty, forty pounds."

We helped Miranda undress and she sat down on Master's lap. He immediately began kissing and fondling her.

"Let us see your rings, girls," Francesca said. "Let's see how you spent Master's money?"

"Fuck, yes," Belle said. "Show us the sparklers. Bedazzle us."

Sahar got up and we showed both of them our rings. "Oh, they are so beautiful," Belle said. "They look amazing."

"You know," I said to Francesca, "Is it likely that you'll marry a man while you're submissive to Master? I'd ask Belle too, but I know she's stuck to your coattails forever."

"I doubt it," Francesca said.

"Do you foresee yourself abandoning your submission anytime in the next fifteen or twenty years?"

"I wasn't planning on it," Francesca said. "I don't know how Master feels about it." She looked at him. "You're starting to have babies now, sir. Do you still want to keep four slaves?"

"I wasn't planning on giving anyone up, no."

"If you don't think you'll marry a man and can get all the cock you need by serving as Master's submissive, and you're obviously enamored of this delightful slave slut you have your collar on; why don't you and Belle tie the knot with Sahar and me. Most everybody is going to be here. We've got the venue. We won't have to do this again sometime in the future. Just all get hitched at once."

Francesca and Belle looked at each other, then looked at Master. "Sir, would you have an objection to Belle and I getting married?" Francesca asked. "Please, sir, it sounds like a wonderful idea. I'd need to get my father here, and Belle would need her parents to come, but it sounds like an amazing time and place to get married."

"You'd better call them immediately to let them know," Master said. "Four brides, no grooms. Going to be a heck of a wedding. You two have a lot more work to do. You'll need rings, gowns, a marriage license, and I don't know what else. Hannah was handling the details for me."

"Thank you, sir," Miranda said. "It's the middle of the night there now. We'll call them around nine AM their time.

"You two were going to be the wedding planners/assistants for Beth and Sahar. Who the fuck is going to do that now?"

"We can help each other, Master," I said, "and I'm sure as soon as Delphine, Angelique, Jìngyi, Kelly, Darla and Roberta get here, they'll be glad to help."

"Not to mention Ateefah, Hibbah, Maahnoor, Yasmine, Lynn and Sherry," Belle said. "I'm sure we can get it wrapped up before the ceremony."

"Oh, shit! I felt the baby kick," Master said. "The little rug rat is kicking."

"He's been kicking for two months now, sir."

Everyone else had to immediately feel Miranda's belly to feel the life moving inside of her. I put my head against her stomach, wondering if I could hear anything. Aside from the gurgles her stomach was making, I'm not certain I heard anything, but I could almost imagine a small heart beating inside of her.

******

Master immediately made another appointment at L'amour Bridal Shop for Francesca and Belle. The ladies were allowed to play a little after that, before supper. My fiancée was introduced to the tongues of my two new affianced sister slaves while I took care of Miranda. I loved rubbing my hands over her swollen breasts and tummy as I worked to give Miranda a Beth Special for all the time I'd missed with her. Master watched me.

"Oh, fuck, Beth! You haven't lost your touch in the slightest," Miranda said.

"I tried to stay in practice," I laughed, shortly before another swipe of my tongue from her pouting pussy to her clit. She shivered and moaned.

When Miranda screamed, Master captured it in his mouth, his tongue entwined with her own. She was not as energetic thrusting her loins against my lips as she normally was, carrying a nice burden around. Her orgasm over, Master entered her from behind, thrusting gently through the moist folds I'd left in my wake, while I continued to tease her clit. Miranda had several more rapid fire orgasms. After Master climaxed, she had to void her bladder and I helped her to the bathroom.

We showered after her immediate needs were taken care of, and supper following. So Miranda didn't have to walk to the Cane and Canoe, we ordered a lot of food from Room Service. When they arrived, we had to be dressed due to Master's and Miranda's presence. It wouldn't do to see a pregnant congresswoman cavorting with a bunch of naked females. As soon as they were gone, the clothes came off.

That night, Belle stayed with Sahar and me, while Francesca spent the night with Master and Miranda. Someone he could more briskly fuck due to Miranda's delicate condition, while Francesca saw to Miranda's slave needs. Before Belle and Francesca settled in for the night, they called their respective parents and told them if they wanted to attend their daughter's wedding, they needed to be in Maui before Saturday, July 3, or they were going to miss it.

Belle's parents knew she was with Francesca, as did Frank. Francesca's mother, Marilyn, had been out of the loop for a fairly long time. Francesca had her phone on speaker so Belle could talk to her too.

"Who are you marrying?" Marilyn asked.

"A woman named Belle, mother."

"Hello, Mrs. Rawlins. Belle here."

"I'm not Mrs. Rawlins anymore. I took back my maiden name, Hoover.

"Hello, Ms. Hoover," Belle said.

Marilyn more or less ignored her. "A woman! Last I heard you were dating boys."

"I was dating boys. I still like men, but I'm not going to marry one, for a variety of reasons. I'm going to marry a woman instead."

"Is this someone you met in North Carolina while working for that Congresswoman?"

"No, it's someone I met in Florida before I met the Congresswoman. We've been together for about a year now."

"I'll bet this is all your father's fault. Him and that Pony Farm. Is that where you met her?"

"It's not daddy's fault. I didn't meet her at the Pony Farm. I just discovered I liked women as much as I do men, and I love Belle."

"Are you sure you want to marry a woman. You'll never be able to have children."

"I can still have children, mother. It just won't be Belle's child."

"Who's child will it be?"

"An anonymous sperm donor."

Anonymous as in Master or some other person he designated, I thought.

"Why haven't I met this person before now?"

"Because you quit having much contact with me after I moved in with Daddy."

"I don't know why you wanted to live with that pervert."

"Because he was less judgmental than you, instead of reacting negatively to everything I did. He's the one who got me off drugs and straightened my life out."

"If marrying a woman is straight."

"You don't have to come. I'm just telling you. If you want to, be here by Friday, July 2nd. Goodbye, mother."

"I see what you mean about your mother," I said after Francesca hung up. "Anonymous sperm donor, my ass."

Francesca laughed. "She'd really throw a cow if she knew I was a submissive slut in addition to marrying a woman. She'd feel completely justified in blaming my father for that."

"I wonder what my parents would have thought of me now, or my aunt, Helen."

"You mean to tell me your parents weren't as perverted as you?" Sahar said.

"Not as far as I know. Even Americans don't pry into their parents sex lives all that much. I didn't know about what they did in their bedroom; just that they did 'it'. It wasn't until after they died I started dating boys and even thinking about sex. Goodnight, Francesca. Have a good night."

"You too. Belle, I want you to give your sister slave and Sahar two orgasms before they sleep. You don't have permission to have any."

"Yes, Mistress." It's a good thing Master gave me permission to have orgasms.

******

The next morning, I made breakfast for everyone. It was good Kilo had stocked some groceries. I scrambled fifteen eggs and fried two packages of bacon.

"Why are you making breakfast, Beth?" Master asked.

"I have to prove to my fiancée I can do something other than microwave. Breakfast and sandwiches are the only meals I ever mastered. Of course, I'm not sure she's any better. She dumped the contents of random cans of food into a pan and fried it."

Sahar laughed. "You ate it."

"I already knew I couldn't do any better."

"What a surprising turn of domesticity," Miranda said. "How un-slut like it is."

"Even a slut doesn't live on cum alone. I'm getting married now. I have responsibilities, though I'm hoping Master keeps Pierre around to do most of the cooking, or I'm sure I'll loose weight."

"Speaking of Pierre," Master said, "we should be getting some company any minute now."

Not three minutes later, Maahnoor, Hibbah, Fatima, Ateefah, Delphine, Hannah and Angelique all came trooping through the door, followed by Edgar, Henry, James, Jake and Al. Another helicopter trip by Leo.

I was ecstatic to see them all. Jake had lost a little weight after fighting for his life after being shot, maybe twenty pounds, but he looked healthy now. Al looked good. He might have gained a couple pounds, not all of it muscle. Broken ribs must have kept him sidelined from the gym for awhile. I had Francesca keep an eye on the scrambled eggs while I hugged everyone, so glad to see them again.

"Hannah, Francesca and Belle have decided to get married at the same time as Beth and Sahar," Master said. "We're going to need more marriage licenses and the like."

"Is this ceremony open to any others?" Edgar asked. "I don't want to step on any toes or anything, but Fatima has agreed to marry me. I wouldn't mind tying the knot here."

"Did you give her a ring yet, you cheap bastard?" I asked.

Fatima held up her hand. Had to be over a carat, marquise cut. "Rescue bonus got put to good use," Edgar said, laughing. "Bought it in Hong Kong."

"I for one, don't mind sharing my special day," I said. "Sahar, do you have an objection?"

"Not if he's going to make an honest woman of her. Fucking two men without benefit of marriage is definitely haram."

"Uh, sir," Jake said, "I'd like to add my name to that list." Jake got down on his knee in front of Hibbah. "Hibbah, I still need to buy a ring, but if you'd marry me, you'd make me the happiest man alive."

Hibbah threw herself at Jake, almost knocking him to the floor, smothering him with kisses.

"Looks like a yes to me," Miranda said.

"Yes, yes, yes," Hibbah said, crying.

"Wow! What happened while I was gone?" I asked.

"After Jake was wounded, he needed a lot of nursing," Delphine said. "Hibbah was working with Manuel and Sherry to learn medicine, and she provided most of his nursing. I think they were kind of sweet on each other anyway. The TLC she provided to him must have been top notch."

Jake's mouth was otherwise occupied, but he gave a big thumb's up behind Hibbah's back.

"Anyone else?" Master asked. "The limo to the bridal store is leaving in a half hour."

"I think every other woman is already spoken for except Delphine and Hannah and Angelique are already married."

"All those getting married need to leave shortly. You eat first. The rest of us will cook some more or order room service if we don't have enough food left. I assume a jewelry store needs to be added to the itinerary."

"Yes, sir," Jake said. "We'll need a tuxedo store as well. My best clothes don't fit me anymore and I'd like to dress up nice for my bride."

"Food's ready. Eaters collect your grub," Francesca said. She dished herself up a plate since she was leaving. The rest of us started lining up to get some food.

"Hibbah, are you going to need an Imam?" Hannah asked.

"What are the rest of you doing?" Hibbah asked.

"I was expecting a civil ceremony," I said. "Sahar can't marry a woman in Islam. Since I didn't plan this wedding, what did you plan, Master."

"A Judge," Master said. "Civil ceremony but with you making your own promises to each other saying whatever your faith prompted you to say."

"That would work for me as well," Hibbah said. "I can seek an Imam's blessings later."

"It's settled then," Master said. "We can draw up a marriage contract similar to the ones Ateefah and Maahnoor had."

"Master, you'll need to send another limo after this one," I said.

"Why's that?"

"Bridesmaids dresses, sir. I'd like Hannah and Jìngyi to be my bridesmaids. With Sahar's permission, I think she'd like Ateefah and Maahnoor to be hers. All of us have been enslaved, Master, and know what it was like. I'd actually be interested in Miranda, Francesca and Belle too, but Francesca and Belle are brides as well, and since there are six brides, I can't hog all the women to be my bridesmaids, plus with all of us getting married, we all shouldn't have more than a couple people to stand by us. If six brides have two bridesmaids apiece, that's twelve women, eighteen altogether. We've just exceeded the number of women we have aboard."

"Well, there will be other women attending other than those on the ship, but you might want to consider sharing the bridesmaids. There's no reason they can't stand up for more than one bride at a time."

"Who else is attending?"

"Do you want to ruin my surprise?"

I smiled at him. "I guess I don't absolutely have to know. You do realize I'm probably making some fairly educated guesses already."

"I'm sure you are. Hopefully, a couple of them will still manage to surprise you."

"Thank you, Master." I kissed him.

******

Since there was an appointment, we stopped first at L'amour Bridal. Every woman with us was getting fitted with a bridesmaid dress or bridal gown. The clerks there were going to be busy for awhile, so Sahar and I took Jake and Hibbah and after searching for jewelers in Lahaina, headed for Front Street about two blocks away, where most were located. We found Lahaina Jewelry about a half block South on Front Street on the ocean side, not far from the fish place we ate at before.

"Do you know anything about diamonds, Jake?" I asked before we walked in.

"No."

"I didn't either, but we had someone helping us shop. My suggestion is that you ask lots of questions of the jeweler. You want to get the very best stone you can get for the price you're willing to spend. That was Helene's advice. If you see a setting you like, you can get a better stone put in if it's got a problem with it, what they call occlusions. The rest is up to you, what you and Hibbah like. What kind of budget are you looking at?"

"Joshua gave everyone who was wounded, a nice bonus. I could probably afford a lot, but I'd like to use some of the money to get a home with. I guess I was thinking from five to ten thousand. Is that reasonable?"

"Very reasonable. Look for rings in the five to seven thousand range, then if you want to get a better quality diamond put in it, you've got some wiggle room."

While they looked at rings and talked to the jeweler, Sahar and I were looking at other things.

"I've gotten you a necklace and a ring, I'd like to get you a bracelet or anklet, maybe something to remind us of our wedding in Maui."

I started perusing the nice selection of anklets they had. A lot of them had small sea shells, turtles, dolphins, and other types of sea life on them. I found one with a ray on it, not a stingray, a manta, but I thought it looked nice.

"What do you think of this one? It's not a stingray, but kind of reminds me of one."

"You'd want something to remind you of a stingray?" Sahar asked.

"Even though it was from a bad part of my life, it also brought you to me. I remember teaching you the stingray shuffle, and watching them in the waters around The Bahamas."

"It reminds me of how close I came to losing you, and how scared I was. I think I'd like this one more. It has an ocean wave, reminding me of body surfing with you on our first night here."

I picked it up to look at it closer. It was lovely, with tiny blue stones or crystals forming the wave. It would look good with her blue catsuit.

"Do Omani women wear anklets?" I asked.

"Big chunky ones, not small like these. Sometimes they have something in them so they rattle or make noise, so the men in the house can hear you moving, like a warning to change their conversation if they're speaking of something women shouldn't hear."

I laughed. "I'm more likely to be having a conversation other people shouldn't hear, if it's talking at all. More like moans, cries and whispers. Maybe others should wear bells around me. I do like this one. I'll get it for you."

"I should get one for you. I haven't bought you anything with my own money. Perhaps an anklet for you or earrings."

"Earrings sound nice. Find something similar to what an Omani wife would wear. I will wear them just for you."

She found a pair that had a triangle dangling from the posts, with three small hoops at the bottom of the triangle. "These would be similar to that worn by Omani women."

"Buy them for me. I'll wear them for you."

She kissed me and she also found an anklet that looked like the sun setting over the ocean. Sahar bought them for me. I immediately put them on. They were silver, but went with the platinum things I was wearing rather well.

It sounded as if Jake and Hibbah had found something they liked. It had a three stone setting, a princess cut one carat diamond in the middle with trillion cut emeralds on either side of the diamond, looking to be about a third carat each, in a gold setting, priced about nine thousand dollars.

"The jeweler said this is two levels below flawless with an excellent color," Jake said.

I asked for a jewelers glass and looked at the stone. A very minor occlusion is all I could find.

"Looks great to me," I said. "I recommend you get plain gold bands for the wedding rings. Something simple and not too flashy, perhaps matching each other, and similar to the engagement band."