My Descent into Slavery Ch. 14

At last, another chapter of Beth for those of you who've been waiting. In this chapter, Beth undergoes hypnosis, and only one person is given control of who she has sex with. Sahar pegs Joshua. Marilyn realizes she's a slave and is sold. Felicity learns how to suck cock better. Oh, yeah, Miranda delivers Joshua's son. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, group, public and multiple partner sex. There is no COVID or STD's in this fantasy world. My editing guru, JohnnyGalt, once again smooths out the rough spots.

My Descent into Slavery, Ch 14

A Birth and a Sale

Before muster, I had a brief conversation with Art, Vincent, Rafael and Buck. Sahar was with me.

"Gentlemen, Marilyn's ass will be opened for business tonight, so I'm not going to let her fuck anyone who wants to put their name in a hat. I want one of you four, who will be loving and gentle when they fuck her tonight. I'm trusting one of you to do the job right. This will be her first experience with a full ass fucking and I don't want it to be her last. That means you have to be good enough, she comes back for more. If you ruin anal sex for her, I'm going to sic Sahar on you. Try to imagine what it would be like for your own asses to be plundered for the first time, and use the same sensitivity you hope someone would use on you.

"Which one of you it is, will be up to the luck of the draw, but only your names will go in the hat this morning. If you want to fuck her ass twice, do one of them tonight, and the other tomorrow morning, to give her ass a rest between fuckings. She's not to clean your cock with her mouth after an ass fucking. Tell her to clean you with a washcloth before your dick goes into her mouth or her pussy if she isn't doing it herself. She probably wouldn't anyway as the thought of it made her a little bit ill, but again, this needs to be a good experience. Any questions?"

None of them had a question.

"Good lads. She's had her cock sucking training already and she made Chaney beg last night, so you know she'll do a proper job on you."

Pedro won Employee of the Day, Rafael won Marilyn's ass, then it was back to the gym and more work. Doctor Sadiq joining us again.

"Since we're working the the leg muscles today," Sahar said, "we won't be doing as much walking or running. You should still try to get some cardio work done, like squat thrusts or burpees, or punching the heavy bag, anything that works your arms more."

Since we didn't have a huge number of weight machines, Sahar got two of us started on two of the leg stations, one on the heavy bag and one on the mat doing squat thrusts. She had us rotate every fifteen minutes for the next two hours.

"That's good. You can shower or soak in one of the spas. See you at lunch."

We were all panting hard. "When do you get your exercise?" I asked. "You seem to be concentrating on us."

"I get it here and there, mostly while you're busy in the afternoons. I know I shouldn't be listening in on your therapy."

"I'd really like you to reconsider coming to our groups. I won't have you talk about your first Owner at all."

"I'll think about it. I won't make promises I can't keep."

"Tonight, I want to fuck you with the strapless while Master fucks your ass."

"We should probably put some towels down."

"Or it might be time to change the sheets anyway. His bed gets a lot of use."

"Doesn't it though," she said grinning. "On a more serious note, do you really want me to have control over who you fuck?"

"Sahar, I've trusted you with a lot more than that. I give freely of myself to you. I withhold nothing. I trust you to look after my best interests."

"You're such a sexy slut. If you weren't dripping in sweat now, I'd fuck you. I couldn't taste your cunt for the sweat."

I kissed her and showered. I ate lunch naked, and Sahar played with me. She made me cum twice on her fingers and I couldn't ask permission from my Master because Marilyn was there, naked like me. I'd get spanked again tonight, but I had my mojo and I didn't care. I might cum again I was so fucking hot, thinking about tonight.

Dressing before my 1400 meeting, Dr. Sadiq and I met the two couples in the stern room. We made a gathering group of six chairs. I started.

"Henry, you're the only one I haven't heard from about this whole sharing a house thing. You've gone through an incident of infidelity, and I know how you felt about it. Are you in agreement about the whole sex with the other spouse thing they're suggesting?"

"It would only be something to be used as a last resort, wouldn't it?" Henderson asked the others.

They all agreed it would be something that wouldn't happen every day, just if things got desperate.

"How desperate are we talking here? Would you need to be gone a week, two weeks, a month, before things got desperate? By last resort do you mean that Maahnoor is getting dressed to go pick up a guy and James sees her and says, 'Hey, babe, don't do that. You'll break Henderson's heart if you go fuck some other guy. I have what you need right here. You don't have to pick up some stranger. My dick will satisfy those horny urges you have.' Is that what you mean, or is it some amount of time. You'd have to be gone for three months before it would be okay for Maahnoor to hop in the sack with James and Ateefah? Really, what would it take for it to be okay for your wife to take another lover?"

"I don't know. At least a couple months, right guys, no need to do anything before then?" Everyone nodded.

"So if it's only an emergency measure we're talking about, why do James and Ateefah think it might even be some way both of the wives might be able to have sex with both men at once, a threesome, or maybe even a foursome if someone else is going to watch the kids?"

Henderson looked surprised by that piece of news. So not everything had been discussed by everyone.

"Ateefah was saying that she kind of missed having sex with two men at once and she thought if some sex was okay, maybe we could try this on occasion, it wouldn't be that big of a deal," James said.

So, Ateefah's idea.

"So not just for emergencies only?" I said. "A way to slip another cock into the marital bed. Do you like that idea, Maahnoor? You'll watch the kids while Ateefah takes it up the pussy and ass from her husband and yours?"

"You didn't talk to me about that, Ateefah," Maahnoor said. "I thought sex with the other one's husband was supposed to be for an emergency."

"You crave another cock as much as I do," Ateefah said.

"I become sick to my stomach thinking of sex with another man. I'd have to have my hypnosis changed to have sex with James. Until it was, I couldn't have sex with him. It would just be you getting fucked by our husbands."

"Ateefah, look at me," I said. "You don't really want James having sex with anyone else, do you? You're getting cravings and feelings still related to your slavery. Yours didn't come to the forefront as soon as Maahnoor's did because she was a slave longer than you. You're trying to think of ways to beat the system, to remain married, and have sex with other men, maybe women, too. If you're all having sex together, if you get to lick a little pussy too, it wouldn't hurt your feelings at all, but I can prove to you, that you're not ready to see your husband have sex with another woman, and I don't care if it's your good friend, Maahnoor."

"How?"

"James, stand up. I'm going to start doing things with James now. You tell me when I should stop because you don't want to see it go any further."

James stood up and I went up to him and kissed him. After a couple of minutes kissing, I whispered to him to start unbuttoning the buttons on my blouse. At the same time, I started unbuttoning his shirt, then removing it when they were undone. I still didn't have a bra on, so as soon as he slipped the blouse from my shoulders, my breasts were bare and I started rubbing them up against his chest as we kissed. I unzipped his fly and removed his cock from his pants. It was already starting to get hard. I dropped to my knees and was about to put his cock in my mouth when Ateefah said, "Stop!" and started crying. I grabbed my shirt from the deck and told James to get dressed again.

"It's just that it's you, Beth. Everyone knows you give the best sex on the ship. Maahnoor isn't better than me. James wouldn't be tempted to leave me for her. If it was Maahnoor, I wouldn't have cared."

"Come on, Ateefah, the second it started to get serious with James, you buckled. You're not ready to see your husband fuck another woman, any more than Henry was when Andy Fucking Asshole fucked his wife. Maahnoor can't really have sex with other men right now. It makes her ill. She couldn't put on the demonstration I did. You know that. Did you think she wouldn't get that changed if you all moved in together, that you'd have two men you could fuck and she could only have Henry. She already asked if Dr. Sadiq could alter her hypnotic conditioning. She wasn't going to surrender her husband to you for your emergencies, without getting to fuck James in return for hers."

Ateefah looked at Maahnoor, then Dr. Sadiq. They both told her the change had already been requested. Dr. Sadiq said he wasn't going to honor the request unless Henry had agreed to it, but he would have done it if they'd all moved in together with the expectation that they were all going to have sex.

"Everyone else is having sex with other people and we can't," Ateefah said.

"But there's a difference, Ateefah," I said. "Other people are different. Everyone is different. If you had Francesca, Belle, Miranda and me standing here and someone started to suck our Master, we wouldn't care. It wouldn't upset us in the slightest the way it bothered you. If Sahar wanted to have sex with someone else, man or woman, I would not care. You're not me. Don't pretend you could be me. You're not submissive. You're an almost normal, Muslim woman, who was raised a particular way. You didn't come from a society surrounded by sexual images, and advertising, and TV shows that show all kinds of sexually provocative material. I say almost normal, because if you hadn't been enslaved, the thought of fucking other men, other husbands, other women, and especially fucking two men at once, would never have entered your head, especially when you love your husband, and the child you have together. It could never have occurred to you.

"In your heart, you're still that person, which is why the thought of your beloved husband fucking someone else upset you. It would upset any normal person. I say that because I don't claim to be normal. My personality type, the submissive person that I am, probably doesn't exist in more than five percent of the population, perhaps less if you consider how submissive I am. This ship, is an aberration, because people who think alike will tend to socialize with each other, so when measured against the general population, we've probably got a higher percentage of Dominant and submissive people. Plus, at the time I came aboard, almost everyone was single. Hannah and Angelique were the only couple who were married. Manuel and Sherry were engaged. That's it. As single people, they didn't answer to anyone else. They hadn't promised to be faithful and chaste. They had come from a society where single people can have sex without repercussion. If everyone had been married when I came aboard, my submission would have been vastly different than it was and is. Master would not have encouraged me to fuck everyone on board. He wouldn't have wanted to ruin marriages and lives.

"You look at all the fucking going on around you and you feel like you're missing something, especially because your own values were twisted and distorted by your slavery. You got used to fucking other people, but it isn't who you are, on the inside. It was superimposed on a chaste young woman who'd never been exposed to any of this. On the whole, you aren't missing anything, not compared to the life you would have had. You've got more now. You experience anal and oral sex in ways you couldn't have under Islam. You can be educated and go to college and drive, and work at a career that might not have been available to you. Right now, you have a husband who chose you, who loved you enough to marry you when you carried another man's child. Someone it wasn't arranged that you'd marry, an arranged husband who might have been old, or fat, or ugly. None of the other stuff going on around you should matter to you. You're not single, you have obligations to your husband and child. So your husband fucking other women matters to you in a way it doesn't matter to me. We're not alike, and never could be. Don't envy what you don't have, appreciate what you do have.

"Now I didn't think the four of you moving in together was a good idea anyway, for a lot of different reasons. I think it would have been more trouble than it was worth, even without throwing extramarital sex into it. That's not who you four are. I don't believe any of you would enjoy your spouse having sex with other people, no matter how good your friendship, but I'm not in charge of your lives. You can do whatever the hell you want, and I've got nothing to say about it. But I don't recommend it. I think it will end badly for you if you do.

"Ateefah, I think you would benefit from hypnosis as Maahnoor has. I think you coming up with most of this plan is a sign your slave conditioning is beginning to affect your thoughts and behavior. I'm a little surprised you got James to go along with you. Maybe his eagerness to save you from your problems, made him wed you before he was quite ready to. Perhaps he thought he might have a few more wild oats to sow before getting married. If that's the case, perhaps you both need marriage counseling. But don't throw away what you do have for the usually mistaken belief the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. It's just another field with its own set of problems and headaches.

"If you decide to continue with your plans, you have a myriad of things you need to figure out. It might take months. Don't be in a hurry. Do you have any questions for either Dr. Sadiq or myself?"

They kind of looked at each other for a few moments, then said, 'no', and they drifted away. I noticed no one held hands. There hadn't been total honesty between them.

"I need to remain here for Yasmine to discuss her bonding ceremony."

"Would you have had sex with James if Ateefah didn't stop you?"

"I would have stopped before vaginal penetration, but I would have sucked his cock. My original thought was to have the wives start making out with the other husband. I already knew Henry would probably stop it before Maahnoor got anywhere with James. When it got right down to it though, it seemed everything was originating from Ateefah, even though she'd hadn't wanted me to teach her how to suck James' cock. She was the one who needed to be convinced this couldn't go anywhere. I realized Maahnoor probably couldn't make out with James, because of her hypnotic suggestion. I was fairly convinced you wouldn't suck his cock," I said with a smile, "so that left me. Since Ateefah hadn't wanted me to suck his cock before they were married, I had a hard time believing her thinking had changed much since they were married. To me, that meant she was hoping to get something out of the arrangement without having to surrender her own husband. Once she was faced with that choice, she'd abandon the idea."

"Well, I never would have considered sex with them as a way to change their mind."

"You're not a slut," I said. "You wouldn't think like one."

"Despite your unconventional methods, I do feel you can treat them. You do seem to care for their outcomes and don't seem to want them converted to sex toys. I'll observe another group, but I'm willing to guess you'll do fine."

"Thank you, sir. That means a lot."

"A lot of what you've done, and even what Sahar did to you, was unconventional, but it's seemed to work."

Dr. Sadiq left and I waited for Yasmine to show. Once she did, I led her to my room and showed her my slave agreement.

"You have all these rules to govern your slavery?" Yasmine said upon reading it.

"I do, but if I'm honest, I would be changing the rules now, and in fact, it's always possible to change the rules. These are not permanent by any means. When my slavery started, it was supposed to last for one year. Because I thought it was temporary, I was unwilling to allow permanent changes to my body, such as tattoos, piercings, or to have my pubic hair permanently removed by laser. Now that I've agreed to become Master's slave past the year, I would agree to all those things. You don't have many rules because you would have agreed to things much more severe than Björn would have wanted to do. You were coming from a very brutal slavery to Jean-Paul. Anything less severe than that would have been fine to you, even thought it would still be bad. Now that you've experienced voluntary submission and know that you have choices, you could probably do something similar to this."

"Yes. I think this is good. One knows exactly what to expect."

"One thing that you would add to yours is that Björn agrees to you having children, how he intends to support them and if your relationship were to end, what he'd provide in child support. On your part, that you agree to have his children, how many you might want, and that even if your relationship ended, he would be allowed visitation with his children, and how often or even long. For instance, he might want to bring the children to Norway so his family can meet them."

"What reason would I ever have to leave him, if he can give me children?"

"While I understand you probably care a great deal for Björn as your Master, perhaps even love him; he can't marry you. If you ever meet someone you wish to marry, someone closer to your own age perhaps, unless it were someone who'd be willing to go along with your submission to the Captain, you might need to leave him. Because of the age differential, Björn will likely die before you do, and unless you want to spend a big portion of your life without a companion, you might wish for someone younger. Doing so wouldn't be a problem as you are voluntary, but Björn would want to see and maintain contact with his children. He knows you still have a life to lead that may not include him."

"I could still have his marks on me, couldn't I?"

"Of course. You get to choose what form your slavery takes. I'm going to give you this agreement, and I want you to go through it and pick what items you want for yourself, and what you don't. Feel free to talk to Manuel, Sherry and Lynn about different items in here if you don't understand what it means. If there is something you don't see here that you'd like for yourself, ask for their help in crafting a way to say it. Discuss with your Master how he would like to address the issue of children. When you've done that, bring it back and we'll put together your slave agreement. The other thing I wanted to talk about was your bonding ceremony, what form you'd like it to take, clothes and jewelry you want to have signifying your submission. Björn originally mentioned something similar to a wedding dress.

"We could do that, and you would remove your dress until you were naked, showing you're a slave. When Angelique and Marnie became slaves, their clothes were ripped off of them, their Master or Mistress baring them before the crew. We could possibly do a mixture of the two, with you removing your ceremonial dress, then your Master ripping your bra and panties from your body to show you're his. We have time to think about how you want to do it and discuss it with him. I'd like to spend until 1700 with you looking at slave jewelry, gowns and dresses, and lingerie, to pick out what you believe you'd like. If the dress is too much for your Master to afford, I'll get it for you, but the jewelry has to be his. They're the visible signs of his ownership. I can't give them to him, so you might want to ask him how much he can afford to spend before you make a final decision."