My Descent into Slavery Ch. 14

"I understand. Thank you, Beth."

"You're welcome, Yasmine. I'm happy you've found a home."

We spent the next ninety minutes looking on the web for what she'd like to have. We found several lovely pieces to bring to the attention of the Captain. I bookmarked them to send to him.

******

Before supper, Sahar replaced Master's anal plug. It was the largest of the four plugs, six inches long and two and a quarter wide.

She patted his buttocks after it was in. "Tomorrow, I claim this ass. As you eat dinner, think about that as you sit on this plug."

"Tonight, I claim yours again," Master said, laughing.

"While Beth fucks my cunt. I'm actually looking forward to it."

"Before either of those things happen, we need to train Felicity," I said. "Then Dr. Sadiq will hypnotize me and try to limit the cravings I feel for sex with other people. Fortunately, both of the people I will be fucking tonight will be on my approved fuck list, and Sahar won't need to give me permission."

Master did show signs of some discomfort during the meal. For the three of us who knew the reason, it was somewhat amusing, though I, as a good and obedient slave, tried not to smile when he shifted position. Miranda would gently smile at his discomfort and pat his hand. Sahar couldn't keep the grin off her face and her spirits were high.

I did, however remind everyone at the table that Marilyn was getting her ass plowed tonight for the first time, which embarrassed her.

"My understanding, is that Beth spoke to Rafael and told him to take it easy on your ass tonight," Sahar said. "And that she limited his anal entries to two, one tonight, one tomorrow morning. If you feel the need, you can soak your abused bottom in the spa after breakfast. If you're an hour late for your physical training, I'll allow it, but you will be worked harder to make up for it. The choice is yours."

"Marilyn, what did you do this afternoon when you finished with Pedro?" I asked. "I know it wouldn't have taken that long to give him an orgasm."

She glanced at Francesca and Belle, but mostly at Belle.

"Spending time with Francesca and Belle, the first reason I wanted to catch a ride back to the mainland," she replied.

"Is that some girl cum on your chin?" I asked, pointing to mine. There was nothing there, but it did confirm a hunch I had.

"Where?"

"I'm sorry. I must be mistaken. It must be the excellent Crème Brûlee Pierre made for us tonight."

Although Marilyn hadn't yet touched hers, which everyone could see. She blushed furiously. So, muff diving with her daughter-in-law, which could only happen with Francesca's permission.

"How is your slut training coming along?" Master asked.

"It's going well," Marilyn muttered.

"You're a slut now, be proud of your sluttiness," I said. "Proclaim it to the world. Did the last person you have sex with have lots of orgasms?"

"They did. We both did." Belle smiled. I'm sure Master noted it too. He didn't miss much.

"Tell me, Marilyn," Dr. Sadiq asked, "you've played along with this training thing for a few days now. Do you enjoy what you're doing, or would you like to go back to the way things were?"

"I never want to go back to the way things were. My life was a wreck, and I didn't even recognize how bad it was. Not just my life, me. I was judgmental, sour, bitchy, frigid, and without friends. I was estranged from my daughter, her loved ones, everyone I'd ever loved. I never want to go back to that person again."

"Isn't there some happy medium between what you were before, and what you're doing now?"

"Perhaps, but I'm not ready to look for it. I need to make up for lost time. I've had more sex since I became a slut than in the twenty-five years since I've been divorced. It may be the only guilt free sex I've ever had. I constantly worried if any sex I had was a sin or not. This is so much better. I don't worry about anything but being pleasing."

Another sign of a submissive nature. Dr. Sadiq knew it as well as I did. Rafael would enjoy his fucking tonight. There's no better slut than the one who wants to please you.

******

Supposedly, Dr. Sadiq and Felicity joined Master and his wife, in his cabin for a 'brandy', even though Muslims don't drink. Sahar and I entered his room through the playroom ten minutes later. I noted Master's last anal plug, washed and sitting on the back of his Jacuzzi tub. I'd wondered if he'd wear it for the Sadiqs to see. He had not, and I pointed it out to Sahar so she wouldn't note it's absence in Master and blurt it out. He had said that his getting pegged by Sahar would remain a secret between the four of us, including Miranda. I certainly didn't want him outed, in case he was willing to do it some more.

Felicity was wearing the dress she wore at dinner, so no nudity for her yet, though I'd told her it wasn't necessary. Master and Mahdi hadn't removed anything either. Miranda was seated in the most comfortable of Master's chairs, Mahdi and Felicity on the couch holding hands and Master in another chair facing them. They were all drinking hot tea while they waited for us. Sahar was going to keep Miranda entertained on the couch while I demonstrated oral techniques to Felicity.

I took Felicity aside and reminded her of everything she'd witnessed when I was showing them about pleasuring a woman, because the techniques would be similar for both,

She wanted to know how I could get Master all the way down without gagging, so I explained my techniques on how to accomplish doing so.

"Remember, though, it's not how deep you can take your Master, it's about maximizing his pleasure. Deep throating is only a tool to be used towards that goal, and perhaps, not even the most important. If you try to force his cock down your throat and end up gagging on it constantly, you will be decreasing his pleasure, not increasing it. If you can't get him down easily, don't worry about it, just smoothly transition to something you're comfortable with. Everything involving your Master should be a seduction.

"When he comes home from work, be ready for him, waiting in a seductive pose with enticing clothes or no clothes at all. It could be kneeling on the floor, waiting for him, or bent over a table or chair, naked and aroused, waiting for him to fill you. Help him remove his coat seductively. Remove any other clothes you remove seductively. Unbutton his shirt and kiss down his chest as you expose it. Try to get him hard before you even open his pants and remove his cock.

"Try to keep your eyes on his face with a look of adoration. Even if you have to turn away for a moment, return your eyes quickly to him. His face will be one of the easiest ways to read him if you're being successful. Even if you can't hear the sudden intake of breath, you might see it. You can see him close his eyes when he wants to concentrate on your touch. Also remember to use his entire body in your seduction, not just his cock. Look for the signs of his imminent release, so you can desist momentarily to get him to a higher plane of pleasure, or so he doesn't expend himself in your mouth if doing so would be haram. If you don't stop him in time and he begins to cum before you were ready, cover his cock with your mouth and accept his seed there, doing the best you can to extend his pleasure during his orgasm, swallowing his cum and keeping things neat and tidy. Apologize for your error and offer yourself for punishment. Don't try and kiss him with a mouth full of his sperm unless he invites it. I don't know all the rules for Muslims, but I'd think offering a male his own cum wouldn't be on the nice list. You would wash out your mouth first.

"Just watch me for several minutes until I have my Master naked, then you duplicate my efforts on your Master until he is also naked, then I will demonstrate for another ten or so minutes to just before his first trigger point, when I've stopped to momentarily let his ardor wane. Then you can do the same for your Master, trying to stop at the proper point before his orgasm. We'll give them some time for their arousal to ebb, then begin again. When I want Master to cum, I'll allow him to cum in my mouth. When it is time for your Master to cum, you may wish to push him onto his back and mount him to finish him off, or bend over the bed yourself so he can quickly enter you and finish. Any questions?"

"No, just follow along."

I went to Master, pulled him to his feet and did exactly what I told Felicity to do, slowly undressed him, caressing and kissing on him as I exposed him. It was a seduction par excellence. He was hard before he was bare. I stopped and watched as Felicity duplicated my moves. Mahdi's cock was hard and throbbing by the time he was naked. It was a good thing she was going to watch for the next part as he already looked close to cumming, so aroused by his wife's tempting stripping him of his clothes. I admired his cock again.

I led Master to the bed and did my thing; kissing, licking, scraping my fingernails lightly over his skin, sucking his cock, his balls. I did not concern myself with what they might consider haram, so even brushed fingers and tongue over his anal pucker. I got Master all the way down quite easily, and Felicity paid close attention to how I did it. I brought Master to the cusp of orgasm, then backed off, fondling his balls to keep him interested as I watched Felicity do the same thing to her husband. She didn't quite get him all the way down, but remembered not to make deep throating into a contest, and went back to other caresses. I don't know if it was the presence of a naked female or if it was knowing their sex was being watched, but Felicity had to be very careful not to let her husband cum as she worked him as I had Master. He seemed so close to cumming compared to Master. She did manage to stop before he climaxed and she waited for me again. That might give him the breather he needed to let his arousal ebb.

They both watched me repeat myself, bringing Master to another plateau, then letting him rest there, right on the edge. When my mouth came off of him, his cock was throbbing with his heartbeat, bouncing up and down with each pump of his heart. I thought she admired Master's cock as well, longer and thicker than Mahdi's. She resumed her seduction and I could tell she was doing a good job, paying attention to all the signals his body was sending. The moans he made as she got even farther down his cock on her next attempt. She got him close and stopped, waiting for me.

"So far, you're doing very well, Felicity. Your husband should enjoy your new found skills in the bedroom."

She smiled at me, and watched as I went back to work. We'd been at this for some time since we were taking turns, so I decided that Master should cum this time. I took it slow, but when he reached the edge, I tipped him over. His hips were thrusting off the bed, pumping his cock into my throat, and he moaned deeply as I gobbled his creamy load. I swallowed every drop of salty goodness, licking my lips when I was done. I crawled on the bed next to my Master and laid my head on his stomach next to his still twitching cock and watched as Felicity worked her Master.

Felicity got almost all of her Master down on her third attempt, lacking all but perhaps a half inch or slightly more. She didn't ignore my dictate that it was all about the pleasure, not the depth, so even lacking that small amount, she didn't persist. She went back to what she could do easily and well, and she was doing a lot well.

I recognized when Mahdi was close to his orgasm, and I thought Felicity recognized it too, because she paused as if she would stop and mount him. Instead, she kept going and despite the sudden desperate pleas he was going to cum, sucked her husband into his orgasm, then through it, draining his balls into her mouth. She kept sucking through every pulse of his cock until it started to shrink.

She pulled off of him, then lowered her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Master. I wanted to see what it was like. I know you'll have to punish me now. I accept your authority, sir. Your punishment will be just."

"Return to our room, strip, get on your hands and knees, face on the floor and wait for me. Don't move. It will be quite some time."

"Yes, sir."

Felicity left and Dr. Sadiq got dressed.

When he was presentable, he said, "That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt. I will never tell Felicity this, but I loved what she did. I ask that you not tell her either. I don't want that to be a common occurrence, but that was incredible."

"Sometimes, it's nice not being a Muslim, sir," I said, smiling.

"Let's get you hypnotized, shall we. I want to go to my room and pound her, the sooner the better."

"Yes, sir."

We went to my room and Dr. Sadiq hypnotized me. Like the others, he asked about my primary relationships, and I told him how much I loved my wife, my Master, my sister slaves. I told him I enjoyed my submission and never wanted it to stop under any foreseeable conditions. He told me I would enjoy fucking my Master and each time I did, I would experience great pleasure and joy and feel refreshed and good when it was over.

He told me fucking my wife would give me an equal amount of pleasure and joy. Sex with her would leave me feeling alive and refreshed. He gave me the ability to enjoy sex with anyone that Sahar gave me permission to have sex with. I would feel nauseous and sick contemplating sex with anyone Sahar didn't give me permission to have sex with except my Master. He tested my conditioning by making me think of sex with Marilyn, Miranda, Captain Amundsen, and him. Every one of them made me feel ill. Imagining sex with either Master or Sahar made me wet and aroused.

When he brought me out of my trance, I felt energetic and refreshed. I remembered everything but the post hypnotic trigger to drop me back into my trance. He asked me to think about sex with Francesca and Belle. I became queasy thinking about it.

"I'm giving you my permission to have sex with Felicity. I want you to imagine her between your legs."

I got sick.

"I'm going to repeat your hypnosis every other day while I'm on the ship, and for the next month, every third day. I want you to calendar it."

"Yes, sir."

We rejoined the others and Dr. Sadiq told Sahar to tell me I had permission to have sex with Miranda. After showing that I'd have no ill effects from thinking of sex with Miranda, he told Sahar to remove the permission and then told me to try kissing Miranda. I did, but started getting ill again, though I could kiss her without puking. I just felt bad doing it.

"Sahar, try telling Beth she doesn't have permission to have sex with Joshua."

Sahar gave the order and I had no problem sucking Master's cock again, and felt damned aroused to do so.

"It seems to be working properly," Dr. Sadiq said. "Good luck, Beth. Hope everything works out the way you want it to."

Dr. Sadiq went back to his room to fuck his wife.

"I'll go get the strapless," I said. "Sahar, you're wearing too many clothes."

She laughed and stripped, as did Miranda. We all got on the bed. When I returned, I had the Feeldoe in my cunt and got back on the bed with it jutting up from my crotch. Sahar mounted it and I turned it on. I quickly fucked us both into an orgasm. Master lubed up Sahar's back door and entered her. The next orgasm Sahar had was a squirter. We fucked her to several more before Master climaxed. He continued fucking her through his orgasm until Sahar released for the sixth time, before pulling out of her. We all pretty much collapsed on the bed for several minutes, panting hard.

"Well," I asked her, "how did you like it?"

"You're turning me into another slut, aren't you?"

"Why should I be the only one to have all the fun. Miranda, before I wash this bad boy," waving my blue cock around, "and we change the sheets, how would you like a good three orgasm fucking?"

"I'd love it."

"Sahar, I need permission to fuck the hell out of her."

"You have it, my love. Fuck that horny, pregnant bitch."

Fuck her I did, taking her from behind as we lay spooned. Sahar and Master went to take a shower. Miranda was having her second orgasm when I felt a gush of wetness on my crotch.

"Did you just squirt?" I asked.

"I think my water just broke."

Oh, shit. Miranda's baby was on the way.

******

"Manuel and Sherry, please report to Joshua's cabin," I said after calling them. "Miranda's having her baby."

I stuck my head in Master's head and told him the same thing. They started rinsing the soap off.

I could tell Manuel and Sherry had been fucking when they arrived in a couple minutes. Hell, I still had the Feeldoe inside of me. I removed it when they both stared at it jutting from my cunt. They'd apparently thrown on whatever they had available. Manuel had his medical bag and was pulling out a stethoscope when Master and Sahar came bursting out of the bathroom seconds later, both nude, both still toweling off. A few other people started showing up, Francesca and Belle chief among them, both naked. The Captain and Lynn were right behind, clothed, which led me to believe that Manuel and Sherry had been with Lynn, and she told the Captain.

"Is this a problem?" Master asked. "She's early."

"Only about nine or ten days," Sherry said, "so not that early."

"Ssshhhh! I'm listening," Manuel said.

The room got quiet. "Two heartbeats, both strong," he announced. "No signs of distress."

"Do we need to evacuate her to a hospital?" Master asked.

"We're out of Leo's flight range for any hospital," Manuel said. "We've delivered two babies. We should be okay."

"I could order the bridge to full speed," Björn said, "and get us into range faster."

"You can speed up if Joshua wants too, but unless something crops up," Manuel said, "this delivery shouldn't be a problem. Like I said, there's no sign of distress."

Joshua said, "Maintain course and speed. If it changes, I'll let the bridge know."

"Do we need to move her down to sick bay?" I asked.

"I do have a fetal monitor there, so that wouldn't be a bad idea."

"Do we need a stretcher?" Master asked.

"You do know women used to birth babies in the fields, don't you?" Manuel said. "We just need to put her arms around some sturdy shoulders, and help her walk down there. The baby isn't going to drop out of her. She has to force it out, and most labors last for hours. Sahar, you're skinny but strong, why don't you take one side and I'll take the other, so we can get her down the ladder. Let her walk, just don't let her fall. Have Pierre start boiling some water." The Captain made an immediate call. "If we don't have enough clean towels in sick bay, you can start gathering some from the linen closets. Have any contractions started yet, Miranda?"

"How would I know?"

"Believe me, you'd know. Contractions are the bodies way of telling you the baby wants to come out, but you don't want to push until your cervix dilates. Just pant through them like you learned in your Lamaze classes until we tell you to push. It will probably be awhile."

So a naked Sahar and a partially clothed Manuel helped a naked Miranda go down to sick bay, nude Master, Sherry and a naked me trailing behind. Then there were some other clothed people, with more showing up all the time. Somebody had spread the word.

"All right," Manuel said, "this is getting out of hand. Joshua and Sherry stay, everybody else out. Sick bay isn't big enough for a crowd. Edgar can set up a security camera in here for anyone else who wants to witness the birth. And somebody bring Joshua some clothes."

"I'll bring some clothes," I said. "Francesca and Belle, why don't you spend the night with us? We can watch the delivery on Master's monitors." I left sick bay and was on my way back to Master's cabin. The others were following me.