My Descent into Slavery Ch. 10

"Did he seem at all threatening?"

"Not at all. Never even came close to us. Just shot a half dozen photos. We figured he was doing those couples photos they want you to pay for if you were having a good time."

"Our guy couldn't have gotten good photos. It was pretty dark. Not something I'd be purchasing anyway. It was almost as if he was tailing us, although he left after getting some shots, but they would have mostly have been from the back in the dark."

"Should we be worried?"

"I don't know yet. We can have someone assigned as security if you want. Call me if you see him again. Call 911 if you think he's a threat. The police respond quickly if you call from here. A lot of rich guests and VIPs."

I told Master when he got off the phone with Michelle. "Michelle said Darla, Delphine and Dominique had someone taking pictures of them earlier too."

Hannah and Angelique came in from walking on the beach together after leaving the dinner.

"Have you seen a guy taking photos of you anytime today?" Master asked.

"Just now, on the beach," Hannah said. "Seemed harmless."

"Shit!" Master said.

"What's up?" Angelique asked.

"All the women we've talked to have said someone was taking their picture," I said.

Hannah started to shake. "No, no. I can't do that again. I can't be taken again. Please, God, no."

I grabbed Hannah, wrapping my arms around her. "I don't think it's slavers, Hannah. They'd be mad to try to take anyone here. In addition to the security around the resort, the police responded in like five minutes when Master called 911. No one has been threatened. It's just pictures. Maybe it's just a pervert who likes photos of women. Maybe someone who tries to sell you photos of your vacation. That's what Lisbet thought. Master will assign security to go with you if you feel afraid."

Francesca came in and handed her phone to Master. "It's Edgar. He'd like to talk to you, sir."

"I'm putting you on speaker, Edgar. What's up?"

"Joshua, I talked to some of the others after Beth called. Roberta and Jìngyi informed me someone was taking photos of them this morning. Nobody was taking photos of any women who were with a man. Henderson said no one was interested in Maahnoor and him. James said no one took photos of him and Ateefah. Kelly was with Al, no photos. No photos of Manuel and Sherry. No photos of Björn and Yasmine. None of Jake and Hibbah, none of me and Fatima. They're not interested in couples at all; only women."

"Hannah and Belle said someone was just taking photos of them and Lisbet and Sonya said their pictures were taken before supper."

"Again, just women, no couples," Edgar said.

"Is that because they consider the women softer targets?" Master asked.

"Anyone who paid any attention to Sahar or Roberta would not look at them as soft targets."

"Could it be they're only interested in possible lesbian couples, sir?" I asked.

"Are you thinking of that asshole on the beach?" Master asked.

"Rich kid asshole, embarrassed by two lesbian dyke bitches, then arrested on top of it. He suffered a broken arm. Maybe somebody wants payback."

"And whoever wants the payback doesn't know who fucked him up, so they need pictures of women couples, to show to the asshole."

"That's one explanation, Master."

"What are you talking about?" Edgar asked.

"The first night I was here, we were walking along the beach after supper. Some rude, ugly young man told Sahar and Beth to get off his beach because he didn't like dykes."

"I'll bet that went over good," Edgar laughed.

"Beth kind of provoked the twit into attacking her while I was filming it. Sahar broke his arm, then he got arrested for assault with video evidence he swung first. He squealed like a little girl when Sahar snapped the bone. Get a copy of the police report, find out who he is, who his family is, if they're here at the resort, and who's visited him at the jail or the hospital, depending on where he is now."

"You got it, boss. You want us making a little visit to him?"

"I don't know. Let's get the information first."

"Aye, aye, sir."

As soon as Edgar hung up, Master said, "Well, if they were looking for the dykes on the beach, they found you now. Are you armed, Sahar?"

"Every time I leave the building."

"Good girl."

"I think it's time for a good fucking," I said.

"Miranda, if you'll excuse me, duty calls," Master said. "You may play with Francesca and Belle. Three orgasms apiece."

"Thank you, Master," Miranda replied.

"You're welcome."

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"Master, please be gentle. I want Sahar to enjoy anal sex as much as I do."

"Since I have a certain fondness for my cock and balls, you can rest assured I'll be gentle."

Sahar laughed. "I'm glad, Joshua. I'm so nervous."

"I know. You won't regret it."

Sahar and I got into a sixty-nine, Sahar on top. With her legs spread on either side of my face, Sahar's bottom and pucker were opened. Master ran fingers down her crease over her sphincter and Sahar flinched.

"I'm not going to stick anything inside you until you tell me to, Sahar. For the moment, all I'm going to do is lightly caress and touch your bottom, just so you get used to the feeling of being touched there."

Two shuddering orgasms later, all while Master stroked her lovely ass, Sahar said, "I think I'm ready."

"First, it will only be my tongue penetrating you."

"Your tongue?"

"It's the reason you cleansed yourself, Sahar. You're clean."

For the next couple orgasms, Master's tongue first licked Sahar's dainty pucker, then pushed into her bottom, tongue fucking her butt. She really squirmed while he was doing that.

"Is it okay if I use my fingers now? I'll want to go a little deeper than my tongue can go and stretch you out a little."

"Fuck, yes!" Sahar gasped.

"You'll feel a little lubricant on your sphincter to allow my fingers to slide in easier."

"Mmm," she moaned, cumming again on my tongue.

Master put a few drops on her pucker and rubbed the crinkled star gently before inserting the tip of his finger inside Sahar. She was relaxed, loosened from her orgasms and the previous play and had no trouble accepting his finger to the first knuckle. He fondled her with the tip and she started to push back against his hand, accepting more and more of his finger. He sawed his digit in and out until she had another orgasm.

"I'm going to add a second finger so I can stretch you a little more," Master said.

"Oh, fuck!" Sahar moaned when Master added a second finger to her bottom.

"Is it still okay?" Master asked.

"Yes, it feels better than I thought it could."

I saw both fingers fuck her while he stretched his fingers apart to better open her. Sahar was cumming frequently, even forgetting sometimes she was supposed to be licking me. I didn't mind, I just wanted her to enjoy herself. Finally, Master withdrew his fingers and he maneuvered his hard cock until it rested against her pucker. It was gaping slightly from his fingers, twitching with each mini-spasm she had.

"Tell me when you're ready for me to enter you," Master said.

"Now! Fuck me now," Sahar whimpered.

Master slowly began sliding his big prick up her bottom. He got about halfway, when Sahar pushed back against him, taking all of it.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Sahar said. "That feels so good. Your tongue, Beth; Joshua's cock. I'm in heaven."

Master held still until Sahar started rocking back and forth, up and down his stiff shaft; then he felt he could move. He wasn't fast, but he used every inch of his prick to fuck her with. Her orgasms became more frequent, running into each other.

"Sahar, love, I'm going to start fucking your cunt now with a vibrator. Is that okay?" I asked.

"Please, fuck me. Oh, fuck!"

I eased our vibrator into her slick, drippy cunt, her pussy palpitating with each orgasm. Clinging to the plastic shaft when it eased back, as if she couldn't let it leave her.

I turned it on and Sahar screamed and squirted, gasping my name. "Beth, oh, Beth, fuck me; fuck me, my love."

She continued squirting, or finally, drizzling all over my face for half a minute, murmuring incoherently as we continued fucking both of her holes. I fingered Master's ball sack so he would cum relatively quickly. I didn't want Sahar to be too sore afterwards. Master finally pulsed a full load of his cream in my fiancée's scalding hot rectum.

When she felt Master cum in her ass, Sahar sort of collapsed on me. I squirmed out from under her and Master pulled out. He fed me his cock for me to clean and it was relatively easy. Sahar's poor sphincter was quite stretched out by her fucking. I dug my tongue as deep inside her as I could while continuing to fuck her with the vibrator. Each time she climaxed, she shuddered, then shivered as tiny aftershocks continued to swirl through her body. Until I was relatively certain no more cum would leak from her ass, that's what I concentrated on. Her pussy was pretty much a hopeless mess, as was the bed and me. I did the best I could to clean her up.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "We need to get the sheets changed."

She turned over languidly and gazed at me, limp, nearly comatose with pleasure.

"I give up," Sahar said. "I'll never question you about sex again. I couldn't believe how good that felt."

"I'm glad you liked it," I replied. "There isn't anything I don't want to do with you. Master go to your room and shower, while housekeeping takes care of the sheets. Sahar and I will clean up after we let housekeeping in. When they leave, I think you should practice dancing with Master, but wear your high heels this time. It will be different than dancing bare foot."

Sahar looked at Master. "Thank you for being so gentle and making it so good."

"It was my pleasure."

We got up and stripped the bed. Sahar and I put on robes. Master went to his own room with Miranda to shower while we called housekeeping for more sheets. For $5000 a night, they were quite responsive. The young maid who came to our room was named Apikalia. Oh, she looked delightful.

"Apikalia, what a beautiful name," I said. "Did I pronounce that right?"

"The accent goes on Li. What happened to the sheets?" She was putting them in a laundry hamper she'd brought with. She wrinkled her nose at the scent.

"My fiancée had a truly amazing orgasm, and she squirted. It was quite messy. Does your name have a meaning in Hawaiian?"

She looked at Sahar who smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "My Father's Delight."

"Are you; Your Father's Delight?"

"I suppose I was when I was born. He's dead now."

"What happened to him?" Sahar asked.

"He died in Afghanistan when I was fourteen." She was pulling clean sheets off her cart.

"What branch of the service?" I asked.

"He wasn't in the service. He was a teacher. He was educating Afghan girls. The Taliban killed him." She started to cry, just the tears. No sobbing. I suppose she was past the heart wrenching sobbing now.

"How long ago was that?" I asked.

"Five years."

"How did your mother take it?" I asked.

"Not well. She had a mental breakdown. She hasn't been able to work since then. She's a little scatterbrained, forgets things. Sometimes, she forgets daddy is dead. I'm the only income for the family."

"How much do you make here?" Master asked. Apikalia started, hearing the male voice.

He was standing in the doorway, dressed in slacks and a polo shirt, shoes but no socks, hair damp from the shower.

"Twenty dollars an hour, plus I'll get tips."

"How many people are you supporting?" He asked.

"Four. My mom, fifteen year old sister, thirteen year old brother."

"Did you finish high school?"

"I had to quit three years ago when I reached age sixteen. There was an insurance policy and there were a couple fund raisers by the company he was employed by, but the money ran out. Mom gets a little Social Security Disability, but not much. My sister plans to quit school to get a job next year when she turns sixteen. We're struggling."

"How would you like to work for me?"

"Doing what, sir? I already told you I haven't finished my education. Working as a maid is the best I can hope for. This one pays the most."

"You could do maid work for me. I have that big ship out in the Bay, but it seems your family depends on you, so I couldn't take you with me, even if I wanted to. Did you have to lie about your age to get this job or did you work somewhere else before you turned eighteen?"

"Please don't tell them, sir. I'll get fired."

"If you're going to work for me, what difference does it make if you get fired?"

"How much would I get paid, sir?"

"A hundred thousand dollars a year."

She gasped and dropped the pillow to the floor she was trying to put the pillowcase on. She hastily snatched it up again and looked at Master like he was crazy.

"I won't do sex work, sir. I'm not that desperate yet."

"No sex work."

"Then what do you want me to do? That's an awful lot of money."

"Pretty much the same thing you're already doing. I think; for now, just take care of your mom and siblings, and I'll hook you up with some local associates. Make sure your sister and brother don't quit school. I do expect my employees to have a high school education though. You'll need to take Adult Education classes or get your GED. Maybe start college when you're done with that. And I expect my employees to dress professionally. We'll need to make sure you get some new clothing, some tailored suits, something that makes you look like you're dressed for business. I think you should start immediately though. We've got four weddings to do on Saturday and there's a lot of work left to do." He raised his voice. "Hannah, Angelique, could you put something on and come here, please?"

They said they'd be a minute or so.

"Do you have a car, Apikalia?" Master pronounced her name correctly. The nice thing about Hawaiian is you pretty much pronounced every syllable as it sounded. I'd accented the ka instead of the li, but close.

"A moped sir. I can't afford a car."

Master pulled a card out of his pants pocket and handed it to her. "This is a driver who works for me. I'm sure you'll have to pick up things like dresses and such that you can't carry on a moped. Call him if you need transportation."

Hannah and Angelique came into my room. "What do you need, Joshua?"

"I'm hiring Apikalia at a hundred grand a year. What time do you get off, Apikalia?"

"Midnight."

"I'll need you back here at eight AM. Bring your birth certificate and Social Security Card. Hannah will get your paperwork started with Dave, my personnel guy. Hannah will be in charge of you for now. She's been handling this wedding, but she's swamped. It went from one couple to four. You do whatever she tells you to do. Hannah, you can use Apikalia for all the running around we still need to do for the weddings. She knows the Resort Management, so that might unlock some things for us, plus she's local, probably knows where everything is. After you sign some paperwork tomorrow morning, Angelique is going to take you shopping to buy some clothes. Like I said, professional. I think some skirts and pants with nice blouses and a blazer. Maybe a name tag. I'll handle the management here to make sure they don't give her a hard time about leaving without notice.

"We're going to be here for a few more days, and we have a substantial number of guests. It will be your job to make sure their visit here at the resort goes smoothly. Why don't you come to the wedding rehearsal tomorrow at one. You can meet some of the other people involved."

I don't think her mouth had closed since Master told her what her salary would be. She looked totally bewildered.

She finally turned to me and asked, "Please tell me this isn't some big joke?"

"No joke," I said. "You're now an official employee of Joshua Greenbriar. You'll probably meet his wife, US Representative Miranda Ward-Greenbriar tomorrow. Do you need any help finishing the bed?"

She looked at the half made bed. "No, I can finish it." And she did, in about three minutes.

"Thanks for coming so fast," I said as she left, her mouth still open.

"You were going to seduce her, weren't you?" Master asked me.

"I was definitely thinking about it, sir."

"Don't. I told her no sex work. I don't want to break my word just because you want to taste another pussy."

"Yes, sir. I was thinking of leaving a big tip. I think you came up with a better plan."

"Twenty dollars an hour sounds like a lot of money, and for her alone, it might be, but for a family of four, she's living just above the poverty line in Hawaii. The cost of living here is outrageous. Almost a million dollars for the median price of a home, $1500-1800 a month for studio or one bedroom apartments. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place with no way out. That's why her sister was thinking of quitting school at sixteen. She's holding her family together."

"And that's one of the reasons I love you, Master. You can go from giving Sahar a great ass fucking to saving a young girl's life in a heartbeat. I hope you put on your boogie shoes, sir. Your Cinderella awaits. Go put on your glass slippers, Sahar."

"Who's Cinderella?"

"I'll tell you later. Dance now, high heels. Hannah, would you like to dance since you're up?"

"Don't mind if I do."

Needing to get better, I put on high heels too. I was just as shaky on heels as Sahar was. I put on some appropriate music and the five of us spent the next hour dancing, switching partners every couple of dances. The ladies all danced naked. Only Master wore clothes. His prick was hard though. I drained him again before Sahar and I went and soaked in a warm tub so her bottom would feel good. I told her about Cinderella while we soaked, as I played with her.

"You're kind of like Cinderella, aren't you," Sahar asked, moaning as my fingers penetrated her pussy.

"I guess I am, if Cinderella was a cock sucking submissive who likes to fuck."

"Let's face it. I'm sure the prince wasn't marrying her just because her foot fit in a glass slipper. She had to be good in bed too, or it is nothing but a fairy tale."

"One would hope, or else he would be fucking someone else on the side."

"It would be more realistic if the prince searched the kingdom for the wench whose throat his cock fit in."

I laughed. "We'll have to let the Brothers Grimm know their fairy tale lacks credibility."

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