My Descent into Slavery Ch. 15

"Mistress asked me not to," Delphine replied. "She said she'd get over it."

"Even Sahar is going, Hannah. She's spilled her guts to the group, and you know how hard that was for her. It will benefit you as much as it will benefit her. Our next one is at 1400 this afternoon. I'm expecting Jìngyi to be there as well."

"We have these meetings to prepare for."

Master pulled Hannah into his lap, cuddling her. "Nothing is as important as your health, Hannah. If your slaves are concerned, I'm concerned. The reason Delphine attends these meetings is because she learned to help while you were gone. She can continue to help for the, what is it, ninety minutes of group?" Master asked.

"That's right, sir. Ninety minutes, more or less."

"I can't make you go to these groups, Hannah. I know they're not all that effective unless you want to participate, but I encourage you to go, and in any event, you won't be helping prepare for my meetings from 1345 to 1600 this afternoon. That time is set aside for group if you decide to go. Delphine and I will carry on without you."

Hannah started crying, Master putting his arms around her, resting her head against his chest.

"Thank you, Beth. Please encourage Jìngyi to attend as well."

"Yes, Master."

I found Jìngyi in the Com room. She looked up when I entered.

"What's up, Beth."

"I've been a bad girlfriend and I need to make it right."

"You didn't piss off Sahar did you? She scares me."

"She's not my girlfriend, she's my wife, and she's a pussycat," I said laughing. "No, the girlfriend I'm referring to is you."

"Me? What about me? Do you think you've neglected my pussy or something?"

"Not your pussy. Your or something, although perhaps I should pay more attention to your pussy as well. I should have invited you to join the freed slaves group we're having three times a week. I was remiss in not thinking of it earlier. You're a freed slave. Granted, for not as long as the others were enslaved, but freed. I learned from Angelique that Hannah has been having nightmares that wake her up at night. I feel like such a shitty friend for not thinking about the two of you. If I was fucked up, you were fucked up. I know you got treatment with Dr. Kline, but it's not enough. The next group is at 1400. Master said you should attend. See your Department Head about rearranging your schedule around groups. I know you're not well, any more than I'm well. Sahar is now attending as well. She came clean to the group about what happened to her. It's good for you to unburden yourself before people who've undergone the same shit as you have. Can I expect you there?"

Jìngyi started crying. "I thought I was the only one. Fuck, the nightmares." I put my arms around her. "Oh, Beth, I've been so afraid."

"I know, me too. It's been a godsend having Sahar with me all the time. I feel so safe with her protecting me. She seems impenetrable, even though she's not. Like I said, she's going too, so please come."

She nodded. "I will."

My mission done, I went to take a shower before joining Sahar and Ranger for some more fucking. Was I blessed, or what?

******

I met with Master and Dr. Sadiq after lunch. I suspected I knew the topic of conversation and I was correct. Dr. Sadiq had decided to offer a slave auction to Felicity. Apparently, they'd worked out some of the details of such a deception, but had struck out on a couple other points.

"We're going to set up in the stern room," Master said. "We've got some lines for some of the men to say to make it more realistic."

"Are you going to have your wife displayed naked?"

"No, I couldn't do that. It would be too haram, but we've worked out how to make her feel like she is exposed to others. She'll be led out to the stern room before she's blindfolded. She will see all of the people there, waiting for her. Then she'll be secured and blindfolded on one of the St. Andrew's crosses as you were yesterday. When she's blindfolded, portable screens will be set up around her to hide her nudity, before she's stripped. She'll feel as if she's exposed to everyone. She'll still hear their voices and movements, but won't realize she's not visible. The problems we had are twofold. The inspection Marilyn underwent before her sale, how to duplicate that without really doing it, and I really want her to believe she's having sex with someone else."

"The last is the easiest. Without her knowledge, shave your genitals. When she sucks your cock and you fuck her, it will feel like a completely different person without your pubic hair." The two men looked at each other, and Master smiled."You could add to the detail by letting her swallow your cum. That is not something you would normally do, so it's an extra detail that might help fool her.

"The first is more difficult. Some of it you can do yourself. If you are normally tender to her, be rough. Instead of stroking her breast, maul and squeeze it hard. If you are normally careful in penetrating her, roughly jam your fingers into her. Realistically though, your hands are soft and unused to manual labor, and would remain the same size. Now, if you would object less to a woman touching her, you could use Kelly and Sahar to touch her. They both have roughened strong hands from work or exercise. Roberta too for that matter. Manuel is a medic, and if Felicity has seen male doctors, you might have him touch her on the outside, say just a breast, hip, or bottom, leaving more intimate touches for yourself.

"You might also want to record your own voice, threatening punishment or whatever you think is appropriate, and have it played, opposite of where you're fucking her. If your cock is in her mouth, have the voice come from behind her, if you're fucking her, have your voice come from in front of her. Having your voice come from somewhere other than where you are, will add to the illusion it's someone else."

"These are excellent suggestions, Beth. Can I ask how can you be so devious?" Dr. Sadiq asked.

"I'm not sure, Doctor. I obviously think about sex all the time. I also know the types of things that turn me on as a submissive. Being sold yesterday was quite arousing to me, as was being bound to the cross, being exposed naked publicly. These are things that I enjoy, and I assume Felicity would enjoy them as well, so it's making do with what you can allow. When do you plan to carry out your plan?"

"It will probably take until supper to make all the arrangements. After supper, Dr. Sadiq will ask you and Sahar to take control of her and bring her to the stern room. After her presumed public fucking, you may give her a robe and take her to her supposed purchasers room, still blindfolded, where he will enjoy her slave services for the night. It will instead be Dr. Sadiq, although we may use someone else's voice again, briefly. He will carry on the charade as long as possible."

"Will the room be somewhere other than her own room, Master? She's been on board long enough to roughly know where she's being taken."

"You're right. Another detail. We could perhaps use Lynn's room."

"And displace three people, sir. Sahar and I plan to fuck Ranger in the Stern room tonight. Our bed is too small for threesome sex. We could bring her there, unless Dr. Sadiq intends adding another party to his party."

He laughed. "I think I'm quite good on my own."

"For your recorded voice, you may want to use someone Felicity is not too familiar with, perhaps a crewman as opposed to staff she's heard at meal times. For instance, she might feel for a beard if it was the Captain's voice."

"More small details. I hope Felicity enjoys it," Dr. Sadiq said.

"I'm reasonably certain that she will. There will be some initial trepidation because of her fear she will disappoint you and you'll leave her or divorce her, but if she knows that's not on the table, she'll be able to relax and have a good time."

******

"Ladies, we have two more people with us at group today. I've been remiss in not inviting them before. If I still have problems coping with my own captivity, I should have assumed that Hannah and Jìngyi did as well. I guess today, I'd like to start by talking about one of the things I most hated from my capture. It wasn't the beatings, the rapes, or even being made to eat feces and drink piss, though all of those things were horrible, and not something anyone should have to undergo.

"No, the worst thing for me, is that I felt responsible for my two friends. I was a submissive, and due to working with you, I knew what to expect. I knew psychologically what they wanted to accomplish; what they were going to do to me, and I thought I could handle it. After all, it was only a greater degree of things that I already did. I got spanked, I got fucked, I was with both men and women. It wouldn't be all that bad for me, I thought. But my friends weren't used to those things. So I wanted to protect them as much as possible, to help them get through it; to overcome the humiliation, degradation, isolation. I wanted to put on a brave face for them and help them as much as I could. Additionally, I was the one who convinced Edgar to surrender us. Hoping that they could get us back before we were at Mahmoud's, and we wouldn't all die. If they were alive and knew when and where we'd been taken, there was hope they could find us.

"So the worst thing was our captors using my friends to break me. I would have eaten a mountain full of shit, but when I was forced to piss and defecate in their mouths, I was devastated. I wanted to protect them from these things, and I was the one forced to do them to my friends. If I fought against my captors, my friends were punished, not me. If I tried to help them stay strong and resist our conditioning, they were punished, not me. I would have done anything to spare them, and I couldn't. That's how they broke me, how they got me to comply with their orders. If I refused to do anything, more and worse would be done to them. They said if I refused to stick my hand out so they could cut it off, they would chop off both of theirs. It reached the point, I would have gladly tried to die, but if I killed myself, Hannah and Jìngyi would be tortured for weeks. I would do anything to keep that from happening, so I surrendered. I became what they wanted, an obedient slave.

"I hoped, that after we were all sold, they couldn't carry out their threats anymore, because someone would have paid good money for Hannah and Jìngyi and Mahmoud wouldn't have control over them anymore. Then I could attempt to kill myself before I was forced to do the same things Sahar was forced to do. She never got the chance to escape or die. Locked in a cage constantly, confined for the shows she put on for the beasts who wanted to watch a woman perform with animals. No weapons, constantly guarded, no escape. If not rescued, that would have been my life, a life without hope, but I couldn't do anything before we were all branded and sold, because of the threat to my friends. Even love, and friendship, they twisted and turned against us."

"You never told us that, Beth," Hannah said.

"Why would I? It wouldn't change anything. Knowing wouldn't have helped you or me, just made you feel worse. When they made you do those things to me, you didn't want to. You resisted, you tried to refuse. I had to beg you to do it so it would spare you more pain and anguish. Eating your shit was a small price to pay in the long run. I was going to eat someone's. So you could refuse, be hurt, and I'd eat shit anyway. Probably some big guards getting fed better than us. So we surrendered. We did as we were told and lost a little of our humanity. The only thing we could have done collectively, is fought so hard they would be forced to kill all three of us, but maybe they don't. They kill one, and torture the others as a lesson to any other slaves about resisting. I still hoped for rescue. I knew Master would do everything in his power to find us. I just hoped it was soon enough to save you both. If I had the smallest chance to kill myself, I was going to take it.

"Being captured with my friends, made everything worse. If I was alone, I could have fought harder, longer, but wanting to protect you, my hands were tied. I wished it was only me taken thousands of times."

"Why don't you hate us, Beth?" Jìngyi asked.

"Because it wasn't your fault. It was theirs, and perhaps even mine. Maybe we should have just continued fighting until Abdul killed us all, but I had hope. I didn't want eight people to die, if three could be captured and then rescued. It was my plan. Edgar didn't suggest it. They were all willing to fight until they died to protect us. If it was my plan, why don't you hate me?"

"Hope," Hannah said. "We all had hope. It wasn't just you."

"If I'd known how they'd use you against me, maybe I wouldn't have suggested it. I thought I could get you through our training without complete surrender on our parts. Keep us just human enough we could recover easier than our other friends, who suffered much longer than we did. Even Ateefah did a slavery eleven times longer than ours. If we'd been rescued in a couple of days, it would have been more a bad dream than the nightmare it became. I didn't know what was planned for us. That Schultz would use me the way he used Sahar, or that Hannah would be sold to a man who went through lots of slaves because he beat them to death so frequently. I was hoping for something reasonable, more like what I was already doing. If I were just pleasing enough, it wouldn't be so bad. Even I, who have studied some of the ugliest things people do to one another, couldn't envision what was planned for us."

"I guess my capture showed me," Sahar said, "there's nothing in this world some asshole wouldn't do if he thought he could get away with it. There's nothing else you can do but kill the bastards. You're right, Beth, some people are a stain on the world and need to be taken out."

"As long as you do it smart, and don't endanger yourself, and make sure their inhumanity rises to the level of a death sentence. Slavers know better. They know what they're doing and how much they're harming other people. Some people are just dumb or careless, and they shouldn't die for stupidity and mistakes."

We spent the rest of the time talking about Hannah's and Jìngyi's nightmares and what the others had done when they had similar problems.

******

I got to sit in Master's lap for dinner that evening. He played with me in front of Felicity, to three moaning, squirming orgasms, helping to wind her up. Winding me up as well. I'd want something bigger than a finger in my pussy today. Naturally, I didn't get permission for any of them. Moreover, Marilyn sucked Frank off to an orgasm, and licked Theresa to one as well, during the meal. Master whispered in my ear that all was prepared.

The meal over, Master spanked me over his lap for my three orgasms, my ass aimed at Felicity as it was turned red before her eyes.

"The new slave certainly seems devoted to her new Master, doesn't she?" Mahdi asked Felicity. Marilyn was sucking Frank off for a second time.

"Yes, Master. She seems quite happy."

"She does. As I recall, watching her being sold was quite arousing to you, wasn't it? You couldn't wait to get to our cabin afterward, and you were quite orgasmic during the sex."

Felicity blushed, unused to her sexual appetites being talked about in front of others. She hesitated in answering.

"Go on, say it," Dr. Sadiq urged.

"Yes, Master. I was greatly aroused."

She started to squirm in her seat, heated by the events at the table and reminded of it.

"As I recall, you were quite interested in another man's cock, weren't you? Be truthful. You asked Beth about it at supper last night."

"Yes, Master." Felicity was almost scarlet now, unable to look up at everyone else.

"Pony Boy, would you mind standing up and showing my wife your cock again."

Frank nodded and Pony Boy stood and pulled down his loose shorts, exposing his salami, and Dr. Sadiq made Felicity look at it. She began to squirm even more, unable to control herself.

"Perhaps Pony Boy will bid on you and you'll feel his cock in you," Dr. Sadiq said.

Felicity became scared. "Master, it is haram for a wife to have sex with another man."

"Isn't it also haram for a wife to crave another cock so much she can't keep still just looking at it?"

"I'm sorry, Master. Please, sir. Don't sell me. I desire only you, sir."

"That's a lie. You want nothing more than to be sold as Marilyn was and to serve another Master. Ten swats for lying to me. Admit it. You want to know what it's like to be sold and have to serve another Master. Your actions speak louder than your words, slut."

"Master, it's true I have wondered what it would be like in the arms of another. I came to you a virgin, and I'm curious, but I love you. I never wish to be parted from you, sir. You are truly my Master. Forgive the foolish musings of your slave. It means nothing compared to my love for you."

"We shall see. I'm going to sell you for the night. You'll experience what Marilyn did yesterday. You'll be displayed, inspected and sold. You'll be publicly fucked by your purchaser. You climaxed for me five times after Marilyn was sold. If you climax more than five on another man's cock, you'll be sent to his cabin to serve him all night, and I may let him keep you. If you orgasm less than five, I will take you back. Beth, Sahar, please take my wife and prepare her for her sale. You'll find what you need in the Stern room. Felicity, go with them. Do not fight. I order this as your Master."

"Please, Master, reconsider. I don't want to hurt you."

"Then don't climax more than five times on a stranger's cock. Take her away."

Sahar and I stood and each of us took an arm and led her away. She glanced back at her Master, hoping he would stop it, but he sat down again, finishing his water.

"Beth, what should I do?" Felicity pled, though non-resistant, obeying.

"Don't cum more than five times," I said.

"Is that possible? I'm close to orgasm now."

Sahar laughed. "If you're anything like Beth, it will be impossible. You'll cum like a whore."

"It will be especially difficult after you're displayed and inspected," I said. "You'll probably climax two or three times as you're poked and prodded, while publicly displayed. There is nothing more orgasm inducing for a slave like us, than to be publicly fucked. Even if the cock is no larger than your Master's, it will be different. You will appreciate the differences. I'm guessing, you'll be spending the night in the arms of another man."

"Why would Master do this?"

"I'm not sure, but he is your Master. Perhaps he's testing your obedience, or your devotion. Perhaps when you told him he could fuck another slave, he realized you were ready to do haram things, to surrender your obedience to God for your obedience to him. Perhaps he wishes to see how much of a slut slave you are. There are many reasons he could be testing you?"

"Should I refuse?"

"What if refusing is the test? That if you are disobedient, he could not trust you anymore not to take lovers behind his back. If you are obedient, despite your fears, he'll know you'll never do anything without his explicit command. I know more about what slaves think, than Masters, especially Muslim ones. A non-Muslim Master would have claimed your delightful ass months ago, and used your mouth daily. Which is why I believe that you will succumb to a stranger's cock and orgasm like crazy when you are sold and publicly claimed."

"What if my new Master wants to claim my ass?"

"I doubt they'd allow your ass to be fucked without preparing it first."

"What do you mean?"

"That you would wear anal plugs to stretch and open your bottom before it was fucked."