My Descent into Slavery Ch. 11

"He didn't have sex with you, did he?" Hibbah asked.

"Henry wanted to, but his heart wasn't in it. His heart was into having sex with his wife, not me. I tried, and you know how well I try. Look, I'm not going to say anything to Jake myself, but I think you should say something to him, and rather soon. If you decide to tell him, I'll be standing beside you, backing you up."

"I think you should say something to Jake too, Hibbah," Sahar said. "Even though I know Beth will have sex with other people, it would hurt me to think she would try to hide what she's doing, that she'd sneak around behind my back."

Everyone looked at Hibbah, wondering what she would do. "I'll tell Jake, but it should be soon, in case he wants to back out of the wedding."

"Invite him to lunch with us."

"He's not supposed to see the bride before the ceremony," Roberta said.

"Would it be better that Hibbah tell him while they're standing up in front of the judge?" I asked.

"I guess not."

Hibbah invited Jake to eat here and to come as soon as he could. Roberta finished my hair before he arrived. He came into the residence with a big grin on his face.

"Hey, I didn't think I was supposed to see the bride on the day of the wedding."

"I think that's been changed to not seeing her in her wedding dress before the ceremony, since a lot of couples are living together before their marriage, and they wake up together. Why don't you grab something to eat, Jake. There's a lot of food put out to snack on in the kitchen. Grab a plate and help yourself. Even our hair stylist has to take a break," I said.

"I see everyone else getting married here but Edgar and Fatima. Where are they?"

"Fatima is in Angelique's room having her hair done. Edgar wasn't invited over," I said. "Let's eat."

I led a gaggle of people into the kitchen to grab some food. Jake greeted Hibbah with a huge hug and a long kiss. Jake was a big man and grabbed a lot of food, going to sit down in the living area. Hibbah was too nervous to grab much to eat. She did put a few items on her plate and sat beside Jake. He was scarfing into his food with gusto. Hibbah had a nibble. I'd grabbed some food right after they did and sat down across from them.

Hibbah looked at me, panicked. I nodded and smiled to her, trying to put her mind at ease.

"Jake, I have something to tell you," Hibbah said.

"Yeah, Babe, what is it?" He looked up at her and saw a tear escaping her eye. "What's wrong, honey? Are you getting cold feet? It happens to everyone. I woke up with the jitters this morning. Marriage is a big commitment, I know, but I love you and I'm looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you. No worries."

"I had sex with Johanna yesterday," Hibbah blurted out. "I'm sorry."

Jake looked like he'd been whacked between the eyes and Hibbah started crying.

"Jake. Look at me, Jake," I said. "Look at me."

He tore his eyes off Hibbah and looked at me. "Jake, forgive me if I got this wrong, but Hibbah said that you've discussed this topic before, and Hibbah believed that you would have less of a problem if she had sex with another woman, than if she had sex with a man. Is that right?"

"Right before our marriage!" He looked incredulous.

"Jake, it doesn't mean that much. Look at me, Jake," I said as he started to turn back to Hibbah, pulling his gaze back to me. "Maybe she got it wrong and right now, she's sorry she didn't discuss it with you first. She thought it was okay with you. If it isn't, she's deeply sorry for not discussing it with you first. You know Johanna was the second person Hibbah had sex with after she was freed, second to me. They'd both been through traumatic experiences and bonded a little while Johanna was on the ship. It was something Johanna needed, even more than Hibbah did at that time. What I want you to remember, is how Hibbah responded to you when you asked her to marry you. Remember, she leaped on you and almost knocked you on your ass. She's the same person who did that. She loves you, Jake. Don't question that just because she had sex with Johanna. She still wants to marry you.

"Hibbah didn't want to start your marriage together, hiding this from you. She felt you deserved to know. She's already told us she wants a traditional marriage with you. She intends asking Dr. Sadiq to hypnotize her the way he did Maahnoor to reduce her cravings for sex with people other than you."

"Is that true?" Jake asked her.

"Yes, Jake. When my hair was done, Beth was asking the others if I knew what type of marriage we would have, and I heard her ask, and I said a traditional one. I said that I would never want any child but yours, and I was going to ask to be hypnotized."

"Have you had sex with other men?"

"Not since you asked me to marry you. Jake, if you want to have sex with Johanna yourself, you could. It would only be fair."

"That may not be possible, Jake," I said, "but you can thank Hibbah for making the offer. One of the things that still remains a problem for Johanna after her gang rape, is she's only having sex with people who are submissive to her. While she might possibly have sex with you, and you're certainly welcome to ask, she may not. She's still screwed up much the same as the rest of us were by Mahmoud."

"If she cannot have sex with you, you could have sex with Beth. You've had sex with her before," Hibbah said, hopefully.

"Hibbah, you can't offer my sexual services. They are controlled by Master, not me. He's given me some latitude due to the guests who've come for the wedding, but I'm not to be passed around by anyone who wants to fuck me."

"I will fuck you, Jake, if you feel you need to fuck someone because Hibbah did, but it won't be until we're back on the ship," Sahar said. "I think Hibbah is worried about you fucking other people because you might fall in love with them and they you. She doesn't have to worry about me. I won't fall in love with you, and if you ever tried having sex with me except by my invitation, I'd hurt you."

"So you are having sex with men again?" Jake asked.

"I started having sex with men so I could spend more time in Beth's bed. Those willing to enter Joshua's bed can be with her more often. I'm not emotionally connected to men, but I can enjoy sex with them again as long as they're not aggressive and let me be in control. I'm not saying you have to have sex with me, only that I would be an option if you think you need to. I personally, don't think Hibbah is lying about her love for you. I could see it when she agreed to marry you, and could see it now with the tears she shed because she thought she hurt you. I think Hibbah will be a good wife to you if you let her."

Jake looked at Hibbah again. "Please, Jake," she said. "I love you. I want to marry you. Don't back out now."

He took a deep breath and sighed. "I won't back out. When can she be hypnotized?"

"Master is going to ask Dr. Sadiq to join the ship as we cruise to the mainland. I believe Dr. Sadiq intends to say yes. I need his services as well, and I want him to observe me holding groups, so he can see if I'm still fit to lead them."

"As soon as he can then. I am more willing to overlook sex with another woman, but I won't with another man."

"I don't believe I would ever have sex with another man, Jake."

"Let's make sure. Is this the reason I was invited for lunch?"

"Better than telling you right before the ceremony, don't you think?" I said. "Thank you, Jake. Like Sahar, I think that on the whole, Hibbah will be a very good wife to you. I don't think you'll be disappointed if you marry her."

Jake put the rest of the food down. He looked at me.

"I know I'm not the one who decides if you're capable of leading groups for the ex-slaves, but as far as I can tell, you're still pretty good at it."

"That's nice to know. Thanks again." Jake left, not finishing his food. He wasn't completely conflict free.

Hibbah took a deep breath. I think she'd been holding it ever since she told Jake she had sex with Johanna.

"Thank you, Beth," she said.

"Don't thank me yet," I said. "If I were you, I'd try to hold back from having any more sex with anyone, man or woman, and you might want to thank Sahar. She volunteered for fucking duty, when in reality, she has no desire to have sex with Jake."

"Really?"

"None whatsoever," Sahar agreed. "Not without Beth being there, but I figured it might make you feel better if it was me instead of someone else who might fall for him. Don't fuck it up. If you're done eating, Roberta. I'm ready to have my hair done. Make me gorgeous. I want Beth to fall in love with me all over again."

"No problem with that. I fell in love with you again about three minutes ago. You're a good woman, Charlie Brown."

"Who's Charlie Brown?"

"A comic strip character, but a good man, nevertheless."

Hibbah threw her arms around Sahar. "Thank you."

"Hey, you can't have sex with me either, otherwise Jake might want to fuck me twice."

Did I say how much Sahar seemed to have a well developed, but quirky sense of humor? She did and I enjoyed it a lot.

Fatima came out of Angelique's room looking spectacular. "What did I miss?" She asked. "Was that Jake I heard out here?"

"All you missed was a little drama. Nothing too serious. Just out of curiosity. How are you and Edgar dealing with the fact you have a slave, now that you're getting married?"

Everyone turned to look at Fatima. "Well, we kind of agreed I could keep him. He's the only other male I can have sex with, other than Edgar. He said he didn't care as long as I never used sex with Pierre as an excuse to not have sex with him. I can never claim to be too tired or too sore from fucking Pierre, when Edgar wants to fuck me. As long as I'm ready to have sex anytime Edgar wants, he's willing to overlook it. That, and if we decide to have kids, Pierre has to wear a condom until I'm pregnant."

"I guess that's one way of dealing with it. Like a submissive in reverse. You have to be ready to fuck at a moments notice, and if you are, you can have your cock on the side."

"Pretty much."

"You didn't mention women," I said. "Are you both going to continue having sex with other women?"

"Not everyone, but we both kind of made an exception for you, if we got the Employee of the Day, Week, or Month thing."

Sahar laughed. "My wife, the fuck toy to the entire ship."

"Do you care, Sahar? We both thought if you were fucking other people, it wouldn't be a big deal," Fatima said.

"Remember," I said, "I've told Sahar she's welcome to join me any time I have sex with someone else. So I won't be the only exception for you both if Sahar wants to join in. It will be both of us."

"I don't think that would hurt Edgar's feelings at all," Fatima said.

"How come Fatima can do that and we can't?" Ateefah asked. "I'd always be ready to fuck again."

"Expectations," I said. "Just as Sahar knew I had a Master when she agreed to marry me; Edgar knew Fatima had a slave when he asked Fatima to marry him. If he didn't want Fatima to have a slave, he could have asked that she give him up. Then, he could decide if he still wanted to get married based upon what her answer was. It's now his choice, one they both had the choice of making.

"Henry, James, and now Jake, asked to be married to what they thought would be a traditional woman in a traditional marriage. They knew you were raised in a specific way to be a specific type of wife. That's what they thought they were marrying. Marriage is a social contract. By trying to change the rules of your marriage now, you're trying to change the contract, one they didn't agree to in the first place. They may be willing to change, but they don't have to, any more that you'd be willing to change if they departed from what you expected in a marriage.

"Like if Henry wanted four wives, or if James wanted Ateefah to give her child up for adoption, or if Jake wanted to fuck a man in addition to his wife. That's not what you thought you were getting when you married them, and if they tried to change it now, it would piss you off. If Maahnoor had said at the time she agreed to marry Henry, that she would continue to have sex with other men and Henry agreed that was okay with him, then that's what their marriage would have been. If he said, no way, I won't marry you now, at least he had a choice in what he was getting. His expectations would be she'd be having sex with other people and he could decide if that's the kind of marriage he wanted.

"You all have the ability to ask your partner to change the contract, but your partner doesn't have to change. That's when marriages end. Someone is doing something outside the contract; not taking care of family finances, having sex with others, not keeping a clean home if it was expected, not providing for your spouse and children, your spouse abusing you, using drugs or alcohol to the detriment of the marriage. If you ask someone to make the change and they don't want to, you have to decide if the change is worth the possible loss of the marriage you have now."

"It's like what happened when Hannah desired to acquire Delphine as a slave after my marriage," Angelique said. "If that wasn't what I wanted from my wife, I could have asked to end the marriage. As it turned out, I like having Delphine as part of our relationship, but I didn't have to like it. I could accept the change. Part of the reason I could accept it, is we were in agreement early in our marriage that we could have sex with other women under certain circumstances, usually the knowledge and acquiescence of our partner. If Hannah had sex with someone else, she had to provide me with twice the orgasms she received as a result, and vice versa. Our partner always got twice the sex out of it as we did if we had sex outside our marriage and we were always honest about it."

"That sounds like the deal I should be making with Beth," Sahar said. "Twice the orgasms she gets from sex with other people."

"I'm not sure I'd have time enough in a day to make that deal," I said, laughing.

"Perhaps not. Maybe I should always get at least one more than you got."

"I'd be willing to make that deal with you, if you always make sure I have no fewer than one less than you. If you have ten orgasms one day. You need to make sure I have at least nine before the day is over."

"Done," Sahar said. "Let it be so ordered."

"Remember, I plan on giving you at least thirty orgasms tonight, lover. Be prepared to wear out your tongue."

Sahar laughed. "I can hardly wait."

"You're joking," Angelique said, "you're going to give her thirty orgasms tonight?"

"Or die trying. I've already got the resort bringing in more towels so I can cover the bed in case she squirts again."

"Do you really?" Sahar asked.

"Ten extra towels spread on the bed during our reception so we don't have to request housekeeping change the bed linens. We just take off a couple wet towels and keep going."

"Any chance you can record that for me?" Master asked, standing in the doorway again. "This conversation got a whole lot more interesting all of a sudden."

"You want a video of me fucking my wife to death on our marital bed?" I laughed.

"It could be fun and educational. I'd like to know what you're going to do to make her cum thirty times. Seems like that might be good information to have."

"Yeah," Angelique said, "I think I'd love to have that information as well."

The others quickly jumped on that bandwagon. Of course they did.

"I'll need a camera with a huge memory card, and a stand," I said. "At ten orgasms an hour, I'll need three hours of recording to hit thirty."

"Apikalia, can you buy what we need before the reception is over?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'll need a 4K digital video camera with at least a 1 Terabyte memory card, larger if you can find it, and a stand to mount it on. Here's a corporate credit card. Price is no object. A minimum of three hours recording time at maximum resolution."

"Yes, sir. You can count on me." She took the card and scampered off to make arrangements for a driver.

"Are you ready to be a movie star, Sahar?" I asked. "You're going to be fucking for the masses."

"I've fucked for the masses before. This time seems like it will be a lot more pleasant."

Angelique said, "I'm going to grab a quick bite, then let's get started on makeup, Beth first."

******

I was now made up, ready to put on my wedding gown. I'd never considered the impact of a full makeup job on how I would look. I was amazed, to put it mildly. I'd never considered myself to be a particularly striking woman; more fresh faced and athletically attractive, but zowie. I don't know how Angelique did it, but I wanted to fuck myself. My hair was done up instead of the usual ponytail I'd worn after my hair got long. Mocha accented eyes, bringing out the rich brown color of them, making them look bigger. Cheekbones highlighted, lips looking full and kissable.

Sahar looked just as amazing. I'd always found her attractive, though distant and hard when I first met her. Slap a little paint on her and she knocked my bloomers off. Master was whistling at the transformation, a long wolf whistle that made my pussy drool.

"What a metamorphosis. You're both stunning. I should have you made up more often."

"Fuck, yes," Sahar said, "or give her makeup lessons so she can do that almost every day."

"I am pretty happy with it," Angelique said. "It's some of my best work. Let me get started on Hannah."

"Will you be wearing lingerie with your wedding gown?" Master asked.

"The Bordelle Lingerie Ula Ouvert wire bra and crotchless briefs. I'm going to be dripping my way down the aisle."

"Especially wearing this," Master said, holding up the Lush 2, I'd worn one of my first nights here. "Let me put it inside of you. Display."

I snapped into position. "You have my permission to cum," Master said, fingering my bald cunt.

That took all of thirty seconds. The next one taking only a little longer. Then he slid the toy inside my slick pussy, sliding it easily inside me, nearly causing me to orgasm again. He turned it on, though not running. That would come later. He handed me another one.

"I got one for Sahar as well. You may wish to put it in for her."

I looked at my sexy fiancée. "Look what I have for you, Lucy," in my best Ricky Ricardo voice. I waved the toy by the tail. "You going to cum and cum today, my pretty wife."

Sahar laughed. "Another reference to who knows what, like Cinderella, I suppose."

"A TV show from a long time ago. 'I Love Lucy'. I'll show you a few episodes some day. You might get a kick out of them. You have a great sense of humor. Spread your legs for me so I can put this inside of you."

Sahar obediently did as I requested and I inserted the toy into her moist cavern. She wasn't quite as wet as I was, but I had no problem putting it in. I put it in the on mode and we both had little pink tails dangling from our slits. Before I tried putting my lingerie on, I used a towel to do a little mop up duty. The underwear went on, and even before the gown went over it, I felt like a million bucks, so fucking sexy. When I put the dress on, I modeled it for those still at our residence.

"Do you know your cunt is visible?" Master asked.

"I do, sir. I actually had them increase the length of the slit so it would be visible. I want every male there who isn't out and out gay, to get an erection, including the judge."

"It's working so far," Master said, pointing to the pleasing bulge in his tuxedo.

"You have slaves who can take care of that for you. Just not me, because I've got my makeup on."

"You're a vixen."

"Yes, Master. A slutty, wet dream, as Sahar would say."

I put the little embroidered jacket over the dress. It did nothing to hide what I wanted shown, merely misted over it, so it teased the eye and you wondered if you truly saw what you just thought you saw, and you kept watching, hoping for another glimpse. I had thigh high stockings with a garter belt on the unexposed leg so when Sahar took it off, it might expose even more of my pussy.