My Descent into Slavery Ch. 14

"And maybe learned to love it." She started sobbing, and my heart broke all over again. Watching someone as tough as Sahar sob was like the world ending.

It was silent but for the crying for well over a minute. "That's what Schultz did to you that you wouldn't talk about?" Master finally asked.

Sahar nodded. Master got off the bed and enveloped her in his arms and she broke down even more. He looked at me.

"That's what he was going to do to you and Miranda if he'd taken her?"

"Yes, Master," I said.

His face suffused with rage. "That pig died way too easily. He should still be dying."

All of a sudden, his eyes widened. "Did he....did you....?"

"No, Master. I was spared that indignity due to your rescue. He didn't want us to practice fucking animals, because he said that the first time you did, the expressions on your face and reactions would never be the same. He charged a lot of money to the people who'd witness the first time. For Sahar, it would have been worse. She was a virgin Muslim girl who'd never had sex before. Miranda and I had sex before. Virgins didn't have their virginity taken until their first Master purchased them."

"So her first real sex was with..." Miranda said, then stopped, unable to say it.

"An animal," I finished for her. "Even worse for Sahar, she began to enjoy the sex. The beasts who had sex with her, were far more sympathetic than the beasts who enslaved her and paid to watch. The animals were as much a captive as she was. That's why she wanted to die, why she was ready to die, and I would have killed myself if the opportunity presented itself."

David started crying.

"Does his diaper need to be changed?" Master asked.

"I don't know. I think my milk might have curdled or turned sour after hearing that. Maybe he's having trouble drawing milk," Miranda said. "When did Sahar tell you this?"

"She told me in The Bahamas. I figured it out when Schultz told me what he planned doing with you and me and he said he had to sell someone who'd grown to enjoy it too much and she was on the ship. Sahar was the only one who refused to talk about her slavery. It had to be her. Even after I told her I knew, she couldn't talk about it until she needed to because I was having so much difficulty overcoming my own programming. Then she told me everything."

"No wonder you love and admire her so much," Master said. "That she could have recovered from something like that is inconceivable."

"You don't despise me for what I did?" She asked Master.

"I despise the people who did it to you. Never you." He kissed her on the forehead and held her tighter. The sobs afterward were heart wrenching. I joined them and put my arms around both.

"I love you," I said, "and I always will, Sahar. You're the bravest person I've ever known, and the fact you can love someone yourself is a miracle and a blessing upon whoever you love."

Sahar sobbed a bit longer and eventually, the sobs turned into sniffles and hiccups. "Maybe I can start attending groups now."

I smiled at her. "It was a break through. I don't think Dr. Sadiq should attend the actual revelation though. This is something only other slaves should hear, with a vow of silence."

"Why not Dr. Sadiq?" Master asked.

"Because you can't unthink it. Everyone who knows is going to look at her and think, 'She fucked an animal.' Normal people can't understand it. You can't understand it. It's why she's been so reluctant to talk about it. Every time you look at her, you'll think it. The slaves will understand it. They understand what it is to be forced to do something so intolerable, you'd prefer to die. It will be a long time before you can look at Sahar with something other than pity in your eyes, because she's an animal fucker. You can't fully comprehend what drove her to accept it. I can. I don't pity her because I'm proud of all she had to overcome, what I knew she had to overcome, all on her own and without help. She doesn't want pity. She doesn't want to be known as the animal fucker. She wants to be plain old, hard as nails, ass kicking, Sahar, not the object of pity. It's why I'm amazed she told you. Perhaps it's because you let her fuck your ass, despite not wanting to do it. She knows it's something you don't want shared with other people either. That it would make you uncomfortable if it became widely known. You now have that in common with her. Something you'd prefer be kept secret."

"Is that why you did it?" Master asked Sahar.

"I wasn't thinking of that," she smiled. "I was just thinking of the ass fucker getting ass fucked. Who knows. I don't understand the psych shit."

"You're right," Miranda said. "I can't look at Sahar now and not think it, not feel sorry for her."

"It will get easier if you imagine you were captured and that it could have, very easily, been you. Schultz would not only have had you fucking animals, he intended to charge people for the privilege of pissing or defecating in the mouth of a US Congresswoman."

"Fuck! I have to puke," Miranda said, getting off the bed in a hurry. "Take the baby," she yelled as she rushed towards the head.

I grabbed David as she hurried past me. "Hey there, little man. Mommy just heard something bad enough to make her vomit. It's a good thing you don't understand speech yet."

We all heard Miranda heaving her guts out. It took a couple minutes before it seemed she'd stopped and flushed the toilet. We heard her running water and spitting. She came back, face pale and damp.

"He would have done that, wouldn't he?"

"He bragged about it. I hoped so much that you wouldn't fall into his hands, Miranda. If I'd known you were doing the same thing as I was, I would have run at a wall and caved my head in, and hoped I'd died instead of becoming a vegetable. You can't tell anyone. This has to be something Sahar tells people, if and when she's ready."

They both nodded.

"Do you think we got all of the people who did this?" Master asked.

"Not the watchers; the ones who paid money to see it, but I imagine most of the buyers and sellers are dead or in custody. You did a pretty clean sweep of those."

"The ones who paid to watch, who made it profitable, should also pay," Miranda said.

"Hopefully, they find justice in death, if not before."

I slept with Sahar in my room. It was too early for her to spend the night with Master and Miranda after her revelations.

******

In the morning, I made arrangements with the ex-slaves to have a private group around three. I verified that Marilyn had loved being airtight last night. When we were working out, if Felicity, Marilyn or myself slacked off, Sahar popped our ass with one of Master's punishment instruments. For Dr. Sadiq, she just humiliated him if he couldn't keep up with Felicity.

"You're going to let a girl run farther and faster than you, Doctor. Felicity is going to run you into the ground. Get that ass in gear. No slacking off when I'm working you."

She smacked Marilyn again. "Lard ass, pick up those feet and run. If you're going to be a slut, people have to want to fuck you. You can't lie around eating bonbons all day. You need to look good enough to eat." Sahar smacked her ass again.

She walloped mine. "You lazy bitch. I let you take some time off after your surgery, and your conditioning goes to hell. If you can't fight off a slaver, you at least have to run faster than they do. What if I'm not around to protect you from some asshole." Swat.

"Felicity, move that English arse. Muslims can take four wives and multiple slaves. Unless you want your Master checking out the price of some delightful, dark haired houri, you need to ensure you can satisfy him completely, grant him his every desire. No slacking off because you tricked him into marrying a blonde, English bitch who didn't know how to properly suck his cock."

And more of that for over two hours. The brunt of Sahar's wrath fell on Marilyn, so she had some reason to whack her bottom, to show her a smacking or two wasn't going to hurt her. The exercise would hurt worse than the spankings would.

What Marilyn didn't know, is she was about to become a slave. Yesterday, after talking to Master and Francesca, Frank had agreed to accept his ex-wife as his property. He was flying out to Seattle in two days, and we'd be close enough ourselves, for Leo to pick him up and bring him back to the ship. Master had informed Frank of the bonding ceremony Björn and Yasmine intended to have and said if he had any reason to have a similar ceremony for him and the ex, it would be a good time to do so.

"Do you have stocks on your ship?" Frank asked. "It's the only thing I can imagine that would be like a pony breeding rack."

"Absolutely."

"I'll need that set up somewhere fairly public."

"We can do it on the helicopter deck or the stern room if you don't want it visible in the harbor itself."

"When I get there, I'll take a look around. I'm sure we'll figure something out. I'll have Francesca training her to trot in pony boots. Did Beth ever tell you how I met her?"

"She did."

"You've got a special slave there. Gutsiest race I've ever seen anyone run."

"She's pulled similar stuff with some of the crew on board. They've learned not to bet against her."

"You can't imagine the humiliating shit I thought I was in for after she won that race. I thought it was going to be the worst day of my life. Somehow, she made it one of the best days of my life, and managed to mend fences between me and her Mistress, which was going to hell fast. I envy you."

"I envy myself. I've never met a more perfect submissive, and one of the most genuinely nice people I've ever met. She's changed my life in more ways than I can say."

Master looked at me and I was blushing. I didn't blush anymore if I was gang banged in public, but I was blushing now.

I looked at Marilyn, busting her butt on the treadmill beside me, red marks on her ass from Sahar's switch. She looked up to ten pounds lighter, more toned, and despite the sweat and exhaustion on her face; looked the happiest I'd seen her since pissing her off at my wedding.

******

Marilyn and I had showered, eaten lunch, and were now in Lynn's room with Manuel present. Manuel was kneeling beside his Mistress, a big smile on his face.

"Slut, Beth said that you're now good enough, I can use you to reward my slave," Lynn said.

"Beth has certainly taught me a lot," Marilyn responded. "I'm still not as good as Beth is at sex, but I hope I can provide adequate pleasure to your slave. Do you want me sucking his cock?"

"No, I want you to fuck him. I want you to use every slutty talent you've learned, and fuck him for thirty minutes. Do you think you can do that? I heard you made one of the crewman beg. I wouldn't mind if you made Manuel beg to cum fucking him."

"You don't believe Sherry will mind me fucking him?"

"She doesn't mind, exactly," Lynn said, "but there's a rule to his use. No one else can cum on his cock but Sherry or me, his Mistress. So you'll have to fuck him without climaxing."

"I don't think I can fuck him without cumming. I don't think it's within my capabilities," Marilyn said. "Could you do it Beth?"

"Fuck, no. I'm a total sex slave. I earn most of my punishments by orgasming. But you're not a slave. Surely you can just stop and start, or do whatever you have to so you don't cum. It's not like you have to obey orders, or something. When you feel yourself getting close, just stop fucking him until the feeling goes away, then start again. I mean, if you're going to be a total slut, you should be more concerned with your partner's pleasure than your own. Like you learned to lick pussy or suck cock while you were being fucked yourself. Kind of put it out of your mind and concentrate on Manuel. Why don't you give it a try."

"I suppose I could try."

"Why don't you mount up, put yourself in control," I said. "If I had any chance to avoid cumming, it would have to be riding him and not the other way around. A guy gets me on my back, I'm a goner."

"Thirty minutes of your best efforts without cumming. That's the only rule Sherry insisted on if someone was going to fuck her husband," Lynn said. "The thirty minutes doesn't start until he's hard, so suck him a little to give you a nice stiff prick."

Marilyn had Manuel lie down on the floor of Lynn's cabin and bent over him to suck him off. I watched to see how well she was doing. Frank would appreciate her when he had her. She was doing an excellent job of turning his limp dick into a steely shaft. She mounted him and started riding. About four minutes in, Marilyn stopped.

"So soon," I said. "Aren't you concentrating on pleasuring him instead of yourself?"

"I'm trying, but he feels so good inside me. I can't believe I didn't have sex for several years. This feels so good."

"You have to move enough to keep him hard," Lynn said. "This is supposed to be a reward."

"But you don't want me to cum. I'm so damn close now. Even his prick being inside of me not moving has got me on edge."

Manuel made a couple of thrusts into Marilyn and she gasped and orgasmed. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"So disappointing," Lynn said. "Sherry will be very distressed."

"I didn't mean to."

"Not even five minutes. Are you sure this slut isn't a slave?" Lynn asked, picking up a nice little flogger I'd met before. "I tell you what, I'm going to whip your tits and cunt if you cum again. Let's see if that stops you from cumming. In fact, ask for permission before you cum so we can tell when you're close and stop it."

"Please don't whip me," Marilyn whimpered.

"Then don't cum. Go ahead, Manuel, fuck this slutty bitch."

Manuel started fucking her. Two minutes more, Marilyn was saying, "Stop, stop. I'm going to cum."

"Hold up, Manuel. Give it a rest. Let us know when you can start again."

It was five minutes before Marilyn said Manuel could proceed. He started fucking and two minutes later she called a halt.

"Geez. At this rate it's going to be two hours before you get thirty minutes of actual fucking," Lynn complained. "Just go ahead and fuck her, Manuel. We'll whip her five strokes for every time she cums. Don't cum, cunt."

"Yes, Mistress," Manuel said.

Manuel spun her onto her on her back and fucked her. No matter how much Marilyn tried to resist cumming, she couldn't. In a half hour, Marilyn climaxed six more times. Manuel climaxed in her cunt, then licked her clean and she climaxed again.

"Eight orgasms total, but I didn't warn her I'd whip her until after the first one, so thirty-five strokes of the whip to her tits and cunt."

"Please, Mistress. Don't whip me. Or at least only whip my ass. Don't whip my tits and cunt."

"What did you call me?" Lynn yelled.

"Mistress," Marilyn cowered.

"Mistress! Are you a slave? You can't call me Mistress unless you're a slave. Is that what you want? You want to be collared and fuck for your Dominant's pleasure and not yours?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure."

"Stand up."

Marilyn leaped to her feet.

"Put your hands behind your neck and spread your legs, Cunt."

Marilyn shot into position.

"She acts like a slave," Lynn said.

She started running her hand over Marilyn's body, assessing her. At one point, Lynn jammed two fingers into Marilyn's cunt and she climaxed again.

"Cums like a slave."

Lynn pinched Marilyn's nipples. Marilyn squirmed.

"Slaves get punished, Cunt, and you earned a punishment. You hold that position. If you move your hands or close your legs, I'm going to string you up and hit you twice as hard. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Please don't hurt me."

"Hurt you?" Lynn laughed. "You're such a fucking slave, I think you're going to cum."

Marilyn was trembling. Lynn started to whip her. She started off light, Marilyn quickly realizing the skin wasn't going to be flayed off her body. But, Lynn let the strokes get harder until they were leaving red stripes on her body. Then she hit Marilyn's tits, and she flinched, almost moving her hands, but then gripping her hands tighter to her neck. Marilyn was becoming aroused. Her nipples were peaked, her pussy pouting, flowering. With about seven strokes to go, Lynn shifted to Marilyn's pussy, and Marilyn's legs shifted as if she'd thought about closing her legs, but she left them opened. Two, three, four strokes of the whip to Marilyn's cunt and she suddenly gasped.

"Fuck, I'm cumming."

Lynn dropped the whip and shoved two fingers up Marilyn's cunt, pumping.

"Cum, slave, cum for me. Surrender. Cum for me."

Marilyn did. She almost went nuts, shaking so hard I thought the rest of the ship might feel it, screaming her pleasure. Her orgasm went on and on, Lynn pushing her, finger banging her as Marilyn shuddered through a monstrous orgasm, her hands behind her neck and her legs spread.

Lynn pulled her fingers out of Marilyn's cunt and fed them to her.

"This is what a slave tastes like. Kneel on the deck and lick my cunt."

Marilyn immediately dropped down, tugged Lynn's panties down and started licking her cunt like her life depended on it. It didn't take her long to make Lynn cum. I'd trained her too well.

After Lynn orgasmed, she said, "You thought you were turning Marilyn into a simple slut, Beth. Darla is a slut. This bitch is a slave through and through. Someone needs to put her in a collar forthwith."

Marilyn looked at me. "Am I a slave?" she asked.

"I wouldn't be surprised. I have a survey I developed to test out the submissiveness of people. I'll give it to you tonight to verify if you have those qualities, but Lynn recognized your subservience and took advantage of it to treat you like one and you responded the way a slave would normally respond. It's the way I'd respond. Does that scare you?"

"I don't know. I left Frank because of things much milder than the things I've done recently. They scared me. Yet nothing I've done recently has scared me. I've enjoyed everything. Yet knowing I might end up in someone else's control is more frightening than just fucking people."

"It's important to know and trust the person to whom you give that control for that reason."

"Would I submit to Lynn?"

"Do you want to submit to Lynn?"

Marilyn looked at Lynn, realizing she'd already responded to her as a slave. "I suppose I'd prefer a male Dominant to a female one."

"Not surprising, since you're likely more heterosexual than not," Lynn said. "Willing to lick a cunt in a pinch, but much preferring a nice cock up your cunt."

"Are there male Dominant's on board?" Marilyn asked.

"My husband and one other," Lynn said.

"Who's the other one?"

"We'll discuss that after confirming you are submissive, after I've given you my survey," I said.

"Would he accept me?"

"Only temporarily," I replied. "He can't be a permanent solution for reasons that will become known at some future point," I said. "I have a group to conduct now, so I need to leave. See me after supper for your survey."

"Okay, Beth."

******

I got Sahar and we met the other ex-slaves in the stern room. The others were surprised we were having a group so quickly after the last one, and that Sahar was there. Other than the first group, she'd never participated.

"What's going on?" Fatima asked.

"This is a special group," I said, "held because Sahar now believes she might be able to join, but in order to do so, she has to tell you something so horrible, you'll not want to believe it. More than anything else that has ever been told in group before, you'll need to keep this secret. Do not tell anyone else, not husbands, Masters, friends, no one. At this particular point, she is willing to share with you, because you might understand more than anyone else. But she's not willing to share this with anyone else beyond the group. You've all had bad stuff to share, but it was similar to what everyone else had gone through. It was a shared experience, differing only in the details.