My Descent into Slavery Ch. 14

"Sex?" Francesca asked hopefully.

"Not unless Sahar gives me permission. Otherwise, I'm going to feel sick."

"Dr. Sadiq hypnotized you?" Belle asked.

"And Master granted his permission to Sahar. Figured she was around me more than he was."

"You going to let Beth surrender the pink?" Francesca asked.

"Don't tell me; surrender the pink is another one of those phrases that means fucking?" Sahar asked.

Francesca laughed. "It sure is."

"What's it worth to you?" Sahar asked.

"I have to pay for sex with Beth now?"

"You sure do," Sahar laughed. "I've got the hottest ticket in town."

"Two orgasms," Francesca said.

"Sold!" Sahar said. "You pay before you play."

We reached the cabin and we flipped through the security screens until we found sick bay. Before getting Master his clothes, I went into his bathroom and got the anal plug he'd removed before we started Felicity's lessons. I washed it thoroughly and brought it out to the cabin, where I got Master some briefs, shorts and a t-shirt. I put the plug and some lube in the pocket of his shorts, and headed back while Francesca started paying for my services. I was officially a whore now, payment in orgasms.

Nothing much seemed to be happening in sick bay. Master had a chair pulled up next to her bed. They had a fetal monitor hooked up to Miranda's belly which made quiet beeps with the baby's heartbeat. Manuel and Sherry were preparing for the delivery.

"Master, I've got your clothes."

He nodded and held out his hands for them. I leaned down close to his ear.

"I put your plug and lube in the pocket, sir," I whispered. "I don't know if we'll be able to follow your plan, but you may want to keep your anus stretched for when you're ready."

He looked at me. "Are you sure you had nothing to do with Sahar's request?"

"I promise, sir. I will admit that while I was surprised, I'm looking forward to seeing it." I couldn't keep the smile off my face. "While I freely admit to enjoying a good ass fucking, Master; seeing you take one up the ass tickles my fancy. Francesca and Belle are joining us in your bed. There will be sex while we wait for the delivery. If you need relief, you know where you can get it."

Manuel came over to Master. "Sir, I'm leaving Sherry down here to monitor the situation. I'm going to grab some shuteye, so I'll be more alert when needed. Things will probably proceed slowly to begin with. If you want to catch some Zzz's yourself, feel free to take the adjoining bed. Miranda will be in and out of sleep herself until the contractions start getting closer together."

"You're sure there's nothing wrong?"

"Nothing at this time. The fetal monitor will make a nasty noise if the baby's heartbeat changes drastically. Sherry will keep a close eye on things. We're getting fairly experienced at delivering babies, sir."

I kissed Master and returned to his cabin. Francesca was finishing up her payment. Sahar gave me permission to give Francesca a screamer.

Sahar asked Belle, "You getting in on this?"

"Please, Mistress?" Belle asked Francesca.

"Fine, but you owe me two for the two I gave Sahar," Francesca replied, lying down next to Sahar.

Sahar spread her legs a little wider. "This pussy isn't going to lick itself. Please deposit tongue now."

Belle began licking Sahar, while I started on Francesca. I did give her a screamer. It had been a few days and I'd always enjoyed her company. She didn't have to complain about the price of admission. Neither did Belle when she got hers. Then Sahar and I licked each other. Nothing much was happening down in sick bay, so we went to sleep.

I woke up a couple times during the night, but things seemed quiet on the Western Front, so I went back to sleep after snuggling closer to my honey.

******

Before muster, after checking with Marilyn that she'd enjoyed her night with Rafael, including her ass fucking, I told her that tonight, she was going to be airtight, a cock in every hole, but only from 2000 to 2400, not the whole night, to give her time to rest. Three men might be able to fuck her all night, taking turns.

"Are you ready for that?"

"I think so. Do you enjoy it?"

"I've enjoyed it every time I've tried it," I replied.

The Captain held the muster in the morning, due to Master's absence to attend to his wife. Björn announced to the crew that Miranda was in sick bay to deliver Joshua's child. This was news to most of the crew, and our guests.

"Would they like any help for the delivery?" Dr. Sadiq asked.

"How long has it been since you delivered a baby?"

"Not since I was an intern."

"You can ask Manuel if he wants help. I don't know what he'd say. How was your evening after Felicity's training, sir?"

"Delightful."

Jìngyi won Employee of the Day honors. When it came time for Marilyn to draw for her night time partner, I announced, "Tonight is going to be a little different for our Ship's Slut. She needs to be airtight with three cocks only. Because she's taking on three dicks, she's only going to fuck for four hours, beginning at 2000. We can either draw one name and he can pick the other two to join him in nailing our Slut, or we can draw three names, all men who will do the honors randomly. What's the general consensus?"

The men decided to go for one name and let that person pick the other two he'd be most comfortable with. Thomas won. He said he'd have two other men with him when he showed up at her room, so Marilyn didn't even know who was going to fuck her.

I had a quick breakfast and brought Master some food before going to the gym. Miranda's contractions were still over fifteen minutes apart. She looked fairly miserable. Manuel was back and Sherry was sleeping.

"Can I give Miranda an orgasm?" I asked.

"I've never had anyone ask that question. I don't have a clue about the answer," Manuel said.

"Would Sahar need to give you permission?" Master asked.

"She never removed permission from last night," I said. "I was fucking her from behind when her water broke. I wasn't resting on her stomach or anything."

"Miranda could ask Beth to stop if it was uncomfortable. Why not let her?" Master said.

So, I gave Miranda three quick orgasms, all of which she seemed to enjoy.

"I'm going down to the gym to work out. Could you make a PA announcement when it seems she's about 30 minutes from delivery? I'll rush back to your cabin so I can witness the miracle of birth and decide how eager I am to experience the miracle myself."

"Of course," Master replied, laughing.

******

It was around 1030 when the announcement was made. Sahar and I rushed off and left the others to work out as they chose. I was going to witness my sister slave's delivery. We even had time to take a fast shower 1before crowding into the bed with the other two. Dr. Sadiq was scrubbed in and gowned, as was Hibbah and Sherry, though I think mostly as a precaution, as Manuel was doing all the work. When I climbed into bed, Miranda's contractions were less than four minutes apart. Her hair was damp, from perspiration, I imagined, having been at labor for about twelve hours or so. It's a good thing we didn't have sound, because it looked like Miranda was screaming quite vociferously. Master was holding her hand, panting with her when another contraction swept over her.

At about 1105, we could see a head start to push its way out of Miranda's vagina. Sherry and Hibbah were behind Miranda's head holding her shoulders up. At 1111, the last of David's body slid out in a messy gush. Manuel laid David's body on his mother's stomach, clipped the umbilical cord, and cut it. Was I an aunt? I felt like an aunt, even though I knew I wasn't. Maybe I could be a godmother. That would be nice. I kissed my sweetie and fellow slaves.

"So tell me, was that an argument for birth control or do you bitches want to have kids now?" Sahar said.

"It looked easier than your cure for me in The Bahamas," I said. "I'm not ready this instant, but I will be when it's time."

"I think I will be too," Sahar said. "I'd never seen a birth before."

"I don't know, but you might want to stop killing people before you give birth to a baby."

"You have to take all the fun out of it, don't you?"

"If you say so," I laughed. "By the way, how did you two enjoy our wedding night video?"

"It was amazing, Beth," Belle said. "Master fucked us so hard as he watched it. He was really turned on."

"Absolutely amazing," Francesca agreed. "I tried getting Belle to do the same thing to me night before last, but there's no one quite like you."

"Isn't that the truth," Sahar said. "She's in a class all by herself. You should have seen her turn Felicity to a cock sucking slut. You should have seen Felicity drain Mahdi's balls and swallow it all."

"Why wouldn't she?" Belle asked.

"Because she's Muslim," Sahar said, "and sperm isn't supposed to go anywhere but your cunt if you're Muslim. I'm sure she was punished for drinking it all."

"Punishment can be its own reward," I said.

"And now Marilyn is going to take it in all three holes," Sahar said. "She's a slave waiting to happen."

"Let's go see the baby and say hello to Mom, shall we. It's time to eat anyway."

******

I got some food for Master along with food for me. Francesca got food for Miranda. Miranda was breast feeding David. I kissed both of them.

"Congratulations to the happy parents," I said, handing Master his plate. "That delivery looked absolutely exhausting. Do you think you'd have another, or has one done it for you?"

"I'd have another, but I'd like to factor your children into the equation. I don't know how many, total, Master would like to have, but in all probability, he could breed five women now if we include Sahar, unless she doesn't want children."

"She mentioned she might like one, but I suggested she stop killing people before she has children. It sets a bad example. She said I was spoiling her fun again."

"You are. Besides, how am I supposed to protect you if I stop killing people," Sahar said.

"I'm just teasing, love. If you need to protect someone, have at it. Our children could do far worse than learning to protect the ones they love. What about it, Master. How many rug rats are you prepared to have. You could certainly afford a couple thousand, but keeping track of all the birthdays might be a hassle."

Master laughed. "It's so wonderful you've found your sense of humor again. I was convinced I'd lost you. I can't thank Sahar enough for bringing you back to us."

"It wasn't just for you. It was for everyone who loves her, including me." Sahar squeezed my hand. I squeezed it back.

"On another note, Miranda wants to fly back to Washington when we get to Seattle," Master said.

"I thought you were staying with us through Los Angeles," I said. "What changed?"

"The baby changed. I wasn't supposed to deliver this early. I've got responsibilities now. I need to interview nannies. I've been away from Washington for a couple weeks now, and I haven't paid much attention to everything, what with the weddings and all. There's things I need to be brought up to speed on. Yes, I could put David in the ship's nurseries with the other babies, but I need to get into some routines, which I can't do while I'm on vacation."

"Master won't be able to bond with David if he's in Washington and not aboard ship," I said.

"True, but we're going to be sailing within three to five hours of flight time from Washington most of the rest of the trip," Master replied. "I don't need to be on the boat, as much as I need to be at the locations to meet my business contacts. Sailing is slow. Flying is fast. I could fly to Washington as the ship leaves Los Angeles, spend several days in Washington, and meet it again when it gets to Peru. The same for most of our itinerary. I've already done the Caribbean. That was going to be more vacation than business."

"Would we go with you, sir? You're my Master. I don't want to do without you."

"You've got responsibilities here, to your group, to Marilyn. I want you to have fun. This was supposed to be a year long pleasure cruise. You got waylaid. Bad things happened to you. If you weren't married now, I'd say, you could join me more often than not, but you are. You have your wife. And it's not as if I'm going to be gone for weeks at a time. I'll be gone for a few days, then back for a few more. You still need to finish your research, write your thesis. You'll have more time to work on that if I'm not taking every second of your time. You've made lots of friends. They'll want to see you. I'm not giving you up, but things will change. They have to. If you want a child yourself, this is when you should be spreading your wings, not tied to a baby schedule before it's your time.

"You did without me in Morocco, in The Bahamas, and in Switzerland. For the few days I won't be around, you'll do fine. If you need a good spanking once in awhile, I'm sure Lynn or the Captain, or even Sahar can whack your ass. Francesca and Belle have to go back when we reach Los Angeles, and I'll catch a flight at the same time. I may even pull a Thornhill and buy a jet. Hannah will stay aboard preparing for the next meetings I have scheduled. Sahar can give you permission to fuck other people if you need a cock. It's not the end of the world, no matter what you think now."

I thought about what he'd said. It made sense. Even after the cruise was over, I had to finish my thesis in Florida. He was going to remain in New York or Washington, or wherever he planted himself for his marriage. Maybe Miranda wouldn't run for reelection again, leave the cess pool behind, but Master still lived in New York. I couldn't move there until I was done with school. I had money now. I could fly to see him relatively easily.

"Okay, I can only see one thing wrong with the plan as you outlined it."

"What's that?" Master asked.

"Marilyn. Once Miranda leaves the ship, there's no hiding the fact that you're fucking other women. Before, if we went to your cabin, we had the excuse of visiting your wife, plus we've been having her spend the nights with various people so comings and goings in your cabin wouldn't be in front of her nose. She's a slave waiting to happen. She needs to submit to someone and it needs to come out that you have four slaves who you're fucking, including her daughter, plus any other female you care to bring to your bed. We could pull this thing off for the trip back to the West Coast, but unless she leaves the ship the same time Francesca does, and I'm not anticipating that she will, because she doesn't want to go back to her old life, the beans need to be spilled and she needs to go in a collar."

"She can't go in mine, because of Francesca," Master said. "Who do you think it should be?"

"We've got Hannah, Lynn, Björn, Fatima or Francesca herself, who can't accept her for the reason you can't. Possible incest. I'd say Björn is out due to the bonding ceremony with Yasmine. Hannah has two, Lynn has two and Fatima only one, but she just got married. I really can't say, except we could ask them all to see if they want to take her."

"Your original plan is to make sure she's a submissive and give her to Frank, right?" Master asked.

"That was the plan. Get her squared away, in shape and toned up enough to be a pony, and give her back to her ex-husband, who she misses and wishes she'd never left."

"Why not give her to Frank now? Let him sail with the ship for a couple weeks while she's trained up, and when he thinks she's ready, they can fly home from wherever."

"Master, you're brilliant. That's an excellent idea."

"Francesca. Is your mother ready to accept a collar?" Master asked.

"The only thing that might stand in the way, is her fear of punishment."

"I can beat that out of her," Sahar said, with a grin so we knew she was joking.

"That's not a bad idea either, though I know you're playing," I said. "I think the next time we exercise, you should carry a riding crop and smack our asses if we're not working hard enough, so she can see it's not that bad. Then I'll tell her the next time she's being fucked, she'll be punished if she cums; that a true slut is only concerned for the pleasure she gives others, not the pleasure she receives. Have Lynn give her a quick punishment after that fucking for cumming, maybe with Manuel. I think by supper tomorrow night, we might be able to tell Marilyn she's a slave slut, inform her that Joshua is our Master, and tell her she needs to have her own Master and spring Frank on her when we get to Seattle."

"I'll speak to Frank around seven his time," Master said. "He obviously needs to be on board with the plan."

"That's like an hour from now," Francesca said. "I'll be with you when you make that call, sir. I think Daddy would like to have the new, improved version of Mom in his bed."

"I could talk to Mistress Layton who might help nudge Frank to take her," I said.

"If Frank seems reluctant. Would Theresa be concerned that Frank is accepting the submission of his ex-wife if they're romantically involved?" Master asked.

"Daddy wouldn't be marrying Mom, just fucking her like any other pony. I doubt he'd be ready to accept her as a wife," Francesca said. "She had her chance to be a wife, and bailed. Mother has been trained by the best to lick cunts, so putting Daddy's ex-wife between her legs to lick cunt should be an enjoyable endeavor for herself, and not just for the sex, but the humiliation to Mom. Daddy's ex-wife licking his current lover's pussy? That's Mistress magic waiting to happen. I'd love to put one of Belle's ex-girlfriends between my legs licking my cunt."

We all laughed, seeing the slutty humor in her statement.

"I think if Marilyn enjoys being airtight tonight, as I expect she will, we've got ourselves a plan. Miranda, I'm going to miss having you on board. This is the first time we've all been together in a long time, and I've enjoyed every moment." I bent down to kiss her. "When I get back to the States after the voyage, I need to spend some time with you and David, learning how to be a mommy, because some day, I'll want Master to breed me."

******

That evening, while Marilyn was getting all of her slut holes stuffed with cock, Sahar finally got to peg Master's ass. He'd gotten a nap that afternoon after being up all night with Miranda, so he was semi-conscious, becoming fully awake when Sahar slid that Feeldoe up his back door. Only Miranda was watching, if you didn't include David, who had no clue his Daddy was taking one for the team. He was busy having his evening meal.

I was underneath Master, sucking on his cock. His first orgasm came rather quickly, since he hadn't had sex since last night. Far too quickly for Sahar, who'd been ass fucked on multiple occasions as payment for his pegging. So she kept pumping and I kept sucking until we'd drained Master a second time. It was nice hearing how a man could moan as he was shafted up the ass while his cock was sucked for good measure.

We had to stop after that, and Sahar pulled out of his ass with a sharp smack to his buttock, and went to clean the toy, while I gently wiped around Master's pucker.

"I'm glad to see you didn't lick him clean," Miranda said, David suckling happily on his mother's breast.

"Yeah, you try spending over a month on a deserted island with Sahar and see how willing you are to lick a dirty ass afterward."

"I wouldn't want to lick one in the first place."

"If Schultz had captured you, you would. You would have done anything."

Sahar had joined us after putting the toy back on the charger. "You would have fucked an animal."

All three of us froze. Me, because Sahar had refused to ever discuss it before, and the others because it was the first they'd ever heard of it. They looked at her and she had tears running down her cheeks. Mine quickly followed. Master's and Miranda's expressions were horrified.