My Descent into Slavery Ch. 10

"Running out of ammunition, the three women volunteered to be taken to protect the others' lives, and perhaps their own as well. Beth told the other two women to be as compliant as they could be, to make it easier on themselves. She would try to direct their captors' attention to herself because as a submissive herself, she felt she might be able to tolerate more abuse than the others.

"Edgar gave her a tracking device to swallow in hopes we'd be able to retake them fairly quickly. Alas, that plan failed when she defecated, then had to try to eat the tracking device again to keep it hidden. It was discovered. All three women were delivered to Mahmoud's fortified mountain headquarters in Morocco, which we still didn't have a location on. I won't tell you all the indignities they suffered there, but the purpose of their four week training was to turn them into willing and obedient sex slaves, who would beg for any perverted desire their future owners might want.

"I was devastated that I'd failed to protect these three women so dear to me and my crew. I was near catatonic with fear and loss. I know Johanna will know what I was going through. I was paralyzed because I didn't know what to do anymore. I had the money and manpower to get them back if I only knew where they were, but had no clue exactly where that was. Sahar slapped me, asked me if I was going to let those women be branded and sold. She said someone had to know where they were, we just needed to ask the right person.

"We started to look at Interpol. If they had planted bugs on our ship, could one of them actually know where Mahmoud was located? We looked first at the two investigators who'd been aboard the ship. Sahar recognized one of those men as her first owner. She said he would know where Mahmoud was. We also learned that same agent, was making inquiries about my wife and a conference she was supposed to attend on Human Trafficking in Geneva, Switzerland. Miranda volunteered to be bait to lure this Interpol agent into a trap. When he was captured, he was questioned by Sahar to learn the location of Mahmoud's headquarters, and to gain access to his phone and computer.

"With the information learned from his electronics, we discovered he was not just working for Mahmoud's slave ring, he was the head of an international ring of human traffickers involving more than just Mahmoud. He was using his law enforcement contacts to buy corrupt officials and police, hinder investigations, kill potential witnesses in jail, and run a hundred billion dollar a year slave ring.

"My dear friend, William Thornhill, offered 400 million dollars of his own money to help ransom my women, plus he led the US side of the operation to affect a rescue if they couldn't be ransomed. He, and the hard working men and women employees he had, worked with the Bahamian government to set up and equip a facility to train the men we needed to launch a rescue operation. Many of the men on my crew eating with you tonight were part of that rescue, plus others who volunteered to help bring Mahmoud's slavery operation down. That included Jeremy, known as Ranger by his friends, who told Beth if she ever needed help, to call him and he'd come running. He not only ran himself, he brought over a dozen of his friends and former soldiers with him.

"Since I had lost the personal assistant, Hannah, who I needed to assist me in planning this massive undertaking, which included not only Mahmoud's headquarters, but every other part of the slaving operation that we found in the Interpol agent's computer and phone. They all needed to be taken out at the same time so warnings couldn't go out to the others. Richard Farber took over as my Personal Assistant, while his wife and Andre, the other gentleman who helped bring down the New York slavery ring, took over for Richard as Bill's assistants. Between them, they coordinated attacks on slave training facilities around the globe, freeing nearly a thousand potential slaves immediately, and leading to other slaves who'd already been sold. Not to mention the arrests of hundreds of slavers and corrupt politicians and police who'd allowed this pestilence to exist and protected it.

"Edgar, Sahar and Ranger were at the forefront of the rescue operation, Sahar taking the shot that prevented one of Mahmoud's primary lieutenants from branding Beth, Hannah and Jìngyi. Sahar also took Beth to the former training facility in The Bahamas to break Beth of the conditioning she underwent at Mahmoud's. Sahar's own four year slavery and work to reinvent herself to surmount her own conditioning, giving her insight to help Beth with hers. Slave conditioning that was worse than the other two women suffered because they were compliant based upon Beth's instructions, while Beth drew attention to herself to help protect the others. While in The Bahamas, Sahar also drove off three other attempts by smugglers and rapists, to attack what they felt, were three helpless women. The women were anything but helpless.

"That is the woman that Beth is marrying on Saturday; someone who's saved her life multiple times, and helped her to overcome all the evil things done to her at Mahmoud's. Sahar has proved herself worthy of all the love Beth can bestow on her, despite the blackness Sahar continues to feel as a result of her slavery. I tell you now. Do not test her. Never intentionally harm a woman in her presence. To this day, she won't tolerate any hurt to the innocent.

"Everyone here has been touched in some way, by the amazing courage, kindness, love and compassion shown by these three women, and all of the other people who worked so tirelessly to bring them home, whether they be family, or friends. I cannot possibly express all of the thanks your help and support has meant to me during these trials and tribulations. Please fill your glasses again and toast yourselves for all that was accomplished in ending the human trafficking blight on our planet. I salute you. May fortune forever favor you and all you love."

It was an impassioned speech, and I so much admired Master for giving it, for recognizing the sacrifices made by people to our benefit. I think Sahar was somewhat embarrassed to be so praised in public. I think she also realized she really was beloved by Master and others who recognized her commitment to protect those who needed protection. Plus he was sincere in his desire to recognize her love for me and her rights as my wife, even more so than telling her what he was willing to do or allow.

I stood. "I too, wish to add my thanks to those of Mr. Greenbriar. To the sisters who have at one point or another, shared my unfortunate circumstances, to those who came for me and those who remained behind the scenes, so that others could come, and to all those others, not here now, who helped free hundreds of women, held like me in the chains of bondage.

"My especial thanks to William Thornhill, who spent millions of his own money to assist in my rescue and the rescue of others like me, Miranda Ward-Greenbriar for her congressional work exposing this injustice, to her husband, Joshua, for doing everything in his power to rescue us and providing the surgery to repair the savaged backs of the slaves he's freed.

"I've admired everything he's done for others, from helping to save the Amazon Rain Forest, to providing monetary aid to The Bahamas, in relief of the hurricane damage they suffered nearly two years ago. Aid which might have been the reason the Prime Minister was so ready to help by allowing armed men to train in his country. Good deeds come back to you. For giving Ben and Marian Hoffler back the ransom they paid when he believed the actions he took to protect his crew, may have contributed to the additional hurt suffered by Johanna. I find him to be one of the kindest and most noble men I've ever met.

"And especially for the love of my life, my savior in so many ways, Sahar. She not only physically saved my life, she's the only reason I'm not down on my knees now, begging to be fucked, or shit or pissed on." I squeezed her hand and bent down to kiss her, then stood and took up my glass. "Thank you all, so very much, for all that you've done, for being a part of my life, for being like the family I lost, for being my friends and loved ones.

"To life and love." I drank down the rest of my champagne.

"To life and love," the room echoed.

Taking Sahar's hand, I went around the room, hugging everyone who was there, all of my shipmates I hadn't had a chance to greet since my recovery and surgery, everyone who'd touched my life in some small way. Sahar hugged some of them, mostly women, but a few of the men she was comfortable with, mostly the ones she'd had sex with, but a couple others as well. I'd had sex with everyone there except Dr. Sadiq and his wife, Felicity, Fatima's parents, and my own relatives, except Aüne who was only related by marriage. I realized what a leap I'd made from the rather naive, vanilla, college student I'd been, to the slut slave I was now.

Aunt Petra patted me on my back and whispered some words in Norwegian that I didn't understand, and hugged Sahar like she was her own granddaughter, kissing both her cheeks. I suspected Lars or Aüne had translated what had been said.

"She said bless you both and I'm so glad it wasn't worse," Aüne said. I gently hugged her, then my other Norwegian relatives.

"Will you be able to fuck me now that you're getting married?" Lars asked.

"It's possible," I said. "It's even possible Sahar would join me, but I heard from the others you had sex with on your visit, that you're an energetic, hard fucker. I would probably enjoy it. Sahar might kill you. She doesn't want to cede too much control to men at this point in her life. She'd do better riding you than being ridden."

"How are the other two women? I had sex with them both, didn't I?"

"You did. They had it rough too. I really can't say for sure, since we've been apart for several months, except I haven't heard they've had sex with men since then. Hannah was primarily lesbian anyway, so that's not too unusual for her. Jìngyi was about fifty-fifty before. Sex requires trust, and they both lost a lot of it for men."

"What about you?" Aüne asked.

"Well, I suppose I've lost trust as well. But my fiancée/bodyguard is with me anytime I'm with someone new. They wouldn't last long if they tried to hurt me."

Felicity was crying when I hugged her, tender hearted sweetheart that she was. "I believe I can give you some time tomorrow to talk, Dr. Sadiq. I think at the very least, I should tell you what Sahar did to de-program me. I also spoke to Dr. Kline about what was done. It may be an alternative treatment to be looked at for specific types of slave conditioning."

"I'd like that."

"Perhaps after the wedding rehearsal tomorrow. I understand the rehearsal is around one. They're having another wedding later that afternoon, so I wouldn't anticipate the rehearsal lasting for more than an hour."

"I'll meet you then."

Lisbet and Sonya appeared shocked when I hugged them. "All that stuff happened to you?" Lisbet asked.

"Yes, I had a pretty rough time for several months starting in February."

"Was it that same fellow you were worried about in Norway?"

"We didn't really know who we were worried about in Norway. I suspect it was the Interpol Agent responsible for us being watched in Norway. I doubt Mahmoud's reach extended to Northern Europe. Someone attached to an International Police Organization might have an easier time fucking with us in places outside North Africa."

"Does this mean Human Trafficking will end?" Sonya asked.

"No, it's too lucrative. Other people will take their place. Hopefully, it won't be as organized and it will be easier to curb on a regular basis. It happens a lot even on a small scale, low level basis. Some girl shows up on the bus in Hollywood thinking she can become a movie star. They're befriended by some smooth talker when they get off the bus and within a couple months, end up turned out as prostitutes, perhaps controlled by a drug habit their pimp gave them, or fear of violence or beatings. You don't have to be sold out of the country to end up a slave to bad people."

"You're right. That happens in Oslo too, some girl trusting the wrong man."

"It's probably a man, but doesn't have to be. Women engage in human trafficking too. It's more difficult because more people are heterosexual, but you can be seduced by a woman. I've seduced quite a few myself, but just for sex, not because I wanted something more."

"You wouldn't believe the number of women Beth seduced into first time lesbian sex," Sahar said. "I've never heard one of them complain later how much they hated sex with a woman."

"Was Beth your first?" Sonya asked.

"Not the first woman, as I was forced into sex with others as a slave, but the first time I ever enjoyed sex at all. Every other time, I considered it rape, being forced to do something I didn't want to do. She showed me sex could be kind, loving, and pleasurable."

"When are you going back?" I asked.

"Our rooms are paid through Wednesday, when Mr. Thornhill's plane leaves to take us back."

"Perhaps we can get together again. We enjoyed having sex earlier," I said. "It depends on my Master."

"That would be lovely," Lisbet said. "Sonya and I would be up for anything."

We made our way back to Master. He and Miranda were talking to Bill, Evelyn, and Captain Amundsen about the relative merits of certain yachts. Apparently, Bill was looking into getting one.

"Have you made plans for later?" Master asked, after I laid my head on his arm.

"Sahar has worn her largest plug for a day, Master. I wouldn't mind you teaching her about the joys of anal sex."

"Is this something you want to do, Sahar?" Master asked.

"I admit to being a little nervous, Joshua. If Beth weren't there, I probably couldn't do it. But she hasn't steered me wrong yet as far as sex is concerned. It's been strange walking around with a plug in my ass for four days, but I've certainly gotten used to the feeling of fullness. You'll stop if I ask you to stop, won't you?"

"Of course. I won't ever do something you're not ready to do or wish to stop. I wouldn't dare not to." He smiled at her.

"Then let's do it."

"I admit I was pretty scared my first time doing anal sex," Evelyn said. "But I do enjoy it now."

"It won't be my first time with anal sex," Sahar said. "But I never enjoyed any of the sex I had as a slave. I've come to appreciate everything else with gentle, affectionate lovers, so feel I have a chance to enjoy this as well."

"We'll cleanse ourselves first, Master."

"You're not going to make Sahar go ass to mouth are you?" Master asked.

"I don't think anyone can make Sahar do anything," I said. "It's primarily for me, sir. I intend to do a good job of clean up on both of you when you're done, without anyone having to get squeamish about kissing me after. Since cleansing might take about an hour, why don't you continue chatting about yachts for an hour, then head to the residence."

"Do you need the limo?"

"Sahar wants me getting more exercise. We can walk. Save the limo for Miranda, sir."

"I'll see you in roughly sixty minutes then."

"Yes, Master."

We were walking briskly so as not to dawdle on the way back. That made it easier for Sahar to spot someone following us.

"There's someone behind us," Sahar said.

"Are they coming after us?" I asked turning to look.

"No, they only seem interested in taking pictures."

"Well, we are wearing provocative clothing."

"I don't think they can see much skin in the dark."

"Do you have your gun?"

"Was Muhammed born in Mecca?"

"I don't know, was he?"

Sahar laughed. "You infidel."

"Guilty as charged."

"Yes, I have my gun," Sahar replied, patting her purse.

"Then I'm not worried."

"He seems to have gotten all the pictures he wanted. He's leaving."

"Let's let Edgar know someone was showing some interest in us tonight."

"You don't trust me?"

"I trust you implicitly. He is head of security though, so he ought to know. It may mean nothing, or it may mean something. We'll let him figure it out."

"Fine, we'll text him when we get to the residence. Are you sure I'm going to enjoy anal sex?"

"If it's done right. You've haven't complained about the plugs in your ass. It won't be much different than that."

"I have liked fucking with a plug in my ass. It felt very good when Ranger fucked me."

"There are lots of nerve endings in there. Second only to the clit."

"Do you think I'd like fucking Lars?"

"I don't know. Hannah, Delphine, Roberta and Jìngyi all said he was big and energetic, somewhat rough, although not purposely hurtful. If I were you, I'd wait a while until you're more comfortable having sex with men and know if you like someone who's a little rough. Rough and a big cock might be worse than rough and a smaller dick. Start with a smaller cock first."

"You haven't steered me wrong yet."

We got to the residence and I texted Edgar and told him we'd had someone following us briefly taking pictures. He called back immediately. I put him on speaker so both Sahar and I could speak to him.

"Have you ever seen him before?" Edgar asked.

"No," we both answered.

"What did he look like?"

"Big white guy," Sahar said. "Short hair, mustache, definitely not a runner, looked too heavy. Like Jake or Art with more gut."

"How long did he follow you?"

"Long enough to take a dozen pictures or so," Sahar said. "That's about how often he raised the camera, one of those with the big lenses."

"Let me know if you see him again."

"Of course," I said.

I showed Sahar how to mix the mild soap and water, how to put the mixture in her rectum, hold it until she felt she needed to relieve herself, the use the toilet and do it again. I also did myself. I wouldn't mind getting a good ass fucking later if Master had the energy for a second one. The fourth go around, the water was clean. We did another to rinse out the soap, then took a shower.

When we left the bathroom, Master and the others were back.

"Edgar said someone followed you?" Master asked.

"Taking pictures," I said. "Didn't follow us very long. Maybe he liked what we were wearing."

"Some guy seemed to be taking pictures of us earlier too, sir," Francesca said.

"When?" Master asked.

"At the beach, Master. Belle and I were there with Dad and Mistress Layton this afternoon. I mean, we were in some pretty skimpy bikinis, so I thought he was a fairly harmless perv taking photos to stroke off to later. He never really bothered us."

"Did he seem interested in Theresa or Frank?"

"No, just Belle and me, sir."

"Please call Edgar and describe the man to him. See if he can place him."

"Yes, Master."

"You don't think it's slavers again, do you, Master?" I asked.

"I don't know. He could be a harmless perv as Francesca said. I don't like not knowing. I'm going to assign a bodyguard to all the women. Fuck! This is supposed to be a vacation."

"Should we warn the others, sir?" I asked.

"At least the women alone," Master said. "Could you let Lisbet and Sonya know to keep an eye out and let me know if they notice anyone taking photos of them. I'll let Michelle and Dominique know."

"Yes, sir."

I called them right away. "Lisbet, this is Beth. Listen, I don't want to alarm you, but Sahar and I had a guy following us as we left the dinner, taking pictures with a telephoto lens. Francesca and Belle said someone was taking pictures of them when they were on the beach this afternoon. Would you please call me if you have anyone doing the same to you?"

"There already was someone. When we were walking to the supper, some guy was taking photos. We thought he worked for the resort."