My Descent into Slavery Ch. 15

"I haven't lifted permission from the last time she fucked Ranger," Sahar said. "I haven't let you in my ass yet, Ranger. Why don't you take rear guard, and Joshua can take point. Do either of you need an erection. If so, Beth is standing by."

Neither of them required my services, so I watched my wife get fucked by both of them, doing clean up duty afterward, then they did the same to me. I faced Master so I could enjoy his handsome visage, glad he no longer had to fuck me from behind to keep me from seeing how much he loved me. I was a total whore, begging for their cocks to fill me, to claim me, to make me the dirty slut I was. When we were finished, Sahar cleaned us off.

We were resting in bed, waiting for the men to rest up enough to fuck again. Sahar sat up suddenly.

"Joshua, do you feel the need to give me children?"

"No, Sahar. You're your own woman. You can have children with anyone you want."

"Beth, does it matter to you who your wife breeds with?"

"My love, you are free to do whatever you want. I won't stand in the way unless it would result in your death or imprisonment."

"Ranger, how would you like a kid?"

******

We were exercising in the morning. The usual gang was there. Felicity was sort of pissed at us, not really raging, but miffed.

"That was a dirty trick to play on me," she said. Dr. Sadiq was smiling, Felicity was frowning.

"Come on," I said, "How do you give a Muslim girl a sexual adventure without running into haram stuff. Even the way we did it was sort of haram. I saw you two fucking, and you swallowed cum again, but on the whole, you didn't violate too many rules and you had a great time. Don't try to deny it."

She cracked half a smile. "I thought I was ruining my marriage."

"But you didn't. Did you know it was your Master when you started begging for his cock?"

"No, she did not," Dr. Sadiq said, "for which she was punished."

"You tricked me, Master. You shaved off all of your hair. How was I supposed to know it was you?"

"You weren't. Hence why you were punished when you begged to be fucked. You thought it was someone else, and still you begged. You really are a shameless slut. You're lucky it was me, or I'd have to stone you now."

Felicity got this sly look on her face. "Instead of stoning, I'd like to be fucked to death."

Both Felicity and I felt a switch on our asses. "Faster, you sluggards," Sahar said. "You can blather all you want, but you must work harder."

"I don't think that punishment is approved by the Qur'an, is it Doctor?" I asked, laughing while increasing my pace. "And if you tried to carry it out, I think it would be you who might die, unless you enlisted the help of friends, then you'd all need to be stoned to death, especially when one is married to a delicious slut like Felicity."

"Perhaps that's why it's not in the Qur'an," Dr. Sadiq laughed. "It was tried and found wanting."

"Why is it that a man does not get the sexual strength of ten men until he dies and is given all those virgins? It's non-virgins you need the strength of ten men for. Virgins don't know what they're missing. If you can't give them a full experience, they wouldn't know. The first ten or so sexual experiences I had were pretty blah."

He laughed again. "I will have to ask the Imam the next time I see him, but then, you weren't supposed to be having sexual experiences before you were married, and neither were you supposed to marry a woman."

"The guy I loved was married. You're not endorsing polygamy, are you? I would have married him if it were legal."

"Hey," Sahar said, "what about me?"

"If polygamy were legal, I could still marry you, married or not. I sometimes think that they made polygamy illegal so the rich and powerful didn't get all the women and the peons had to do without. Let's face it, most kings ended up with multiple wives and concubines, even past the beginning of the modern era. The queens didn't. They still got the double standard shaft. Except possibly Catherine the Great of Russia. She apparently had hundreds of lovers. Now there's a woman who knew how to rule. Solomon supposedly had thousands. How did he have time to do any kingly duties? I would think the women wouldn't have let him escape the seraglio. If you think about it, it's the women who need three or four husbands. Really, I can fuck any man under the bed. It's a good thing I can fuck women too. Just ask Felicity. We had to slip a Pakistani Hairless into her bed last night so she could have a little fun."

Mahdi was having a hard time catching his breath he was laughing so hard. I grinned at him.

"The world is really fucked up," I said. "Just ask me, and I'll be happy to tell you how many ways society got it wrong."

"At least your travails didn't make you lose your sense of humor, wicked as it might be."

"It took awhile, but yes, I have gotten it back. Sahar helps. Her sense of humor is so black, and so warped, but it did manage to pry mine out of hiding."

Sahar smacked my ass again. "Lazy bitch," she said.

"Slave driver."

"Pussy."

"Yes, and you love it."

"I love your mouth licking mine more."

******

"Sahar, I understand you're talking to Ranger about providing you with a child?" Mistress Layton asked.

We were eating lunch. Francesca was in Master's lap. Master was making her cum in front of her parents, which probably jacked up her arousal. Francesca's, Belle's and Miranda's heads shot up. A lot of other heads did too. Apparently they hadn't heard the news yet. Master probably thought it was Sahar's news to tell.

"We're tossing around the idea. Would you have a problem with it?" Sahar asked.

"Not at all. It might be a way to remain close to you and Beth, provided you don't intend to drag him off to New York or somewhere."

"No plans like that. I'm not ready yet. I was thinking more for the future. We'd have to work out details. He did say he'd like to play a part in the child's life. To what extent hasn't been determined yet. I'd obviously want the child living with Beth and me, which probably makes Joshua the better choice as a father, since I'm unlikely to drag Beth away from him, but it does appeal to me that we don't put all our eggs in Joshua's basket. He's going to be a busy boy anyway breeding four other women. If Ranger doesn't have some sweetheart in the wings, and he'd like a child, I'd definitely consider it when the time comes. Might be his opportunity for a child, just as Yasmine is Björn's."

"Speaking of Yasmine," Björn said. "She's ready to put together her slave agreement for our bonding ceremony. If you could help her Beth, I'd appreciate it."

"I'll help her after supper," I said.

"When do you intend to have it?" Master asked.

"We'll need to pick up some things for the ceremony tomorrow. I'd like to have it the day after, if we have time. Otherwise, I guess LA."

"We'll have time. I'm flying in to my meeting in Oregon anyway, so if we delay our departure a little, that's fine. You don't intend on it taking longer than an hour, do you?"

"Possibly a little more, but not extensively so."

"Would there be a problem if I had a bonding ceremony with a certain new slave of mine at the same time?" Frank asked.

Marilyn, kneeling beside him, looked up with love in her eyes. "Me, Master? You'd bond with me?"

"You're my daughter's mother. I can hardly not, could I?"

Marilyn hugged his legs. "Thank you, Master. I'm so sorry I treated you the way I did. So sorry I ever left you. Mistress Layton, is this okay with you?"

"I have no problem with it."

"Remind me to give you a super deluxe cunt licking tonight after Master fucks you, Mistress. I also thank you for your kindness and generosity."

"No, I have no problem with having two bonding ceremonies," Master said, smiling.

"Captain, perhaps we can go shopping with you tomorrow to pick up what I'll need for my slave," Frank said.

"Fine, we'll be leaving at 0800."

"We'll be ready to go."

"Ranger and Pony Boy," Master said, "I understand we're losing you this evening?"

"Yes, sir. Red eye to Orlando. Back to work tomorrow. I know Pony Boy has a lot of mares that need looking after. Thanks for paying for my trip and having me aboard, taking care of two of my favorite girls for me."

"Doctor Sadiq and Felicity, we lose you tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Joshua, and I thank you for your help and the help of the crew in my little prank yesterday."

"Felicity certainly seemed to enjoy it," Master said, making her blush. "I thank you for your help with Beth, and the slave group. Is Beth squared away?"

"I have another hypnosis scheduled for this afternoon and I'll be calling her every third day for the next month. After that, it would only be on an as needed basis. By the way, Ateefah approached me this morning about hypnosis for herself. I'll be taking care of her this afternoon, but Beth can do her refresher sessions."

"That's good, Doctor. I think she needed it," I said.

"I did too. Her antics caused some issues with her friends. The child care is still being taken care of, but things are frosty."

"I'll speak to them about it in group today, sir, just before you do Ateefah's hypnosis."

******

"Today in group, I'd like to talk about Ateefah's and Maahnoor's foray into living together."

"I thought they gave that up," Yasmine said.

"We did," Maahnoor said. "The bitch was trying to steal my man."

"Was she doing any more than what you hoped to do, Maahnoor? Didn't you want to have James as an emergency sexual release? The only difference was, you'd have had to have your hypnotic suggestion changed, something which you'd already planned to do. And haven't you experienced your own desire to have sex with other men, something that got you into trouble with your own husband? The only difference is, you picked a complete stranger, and Ateefah picked a friend she cared for, who happens to be your husband."

"I guess."

"I doubt Ateefah intended to steal Henderson, as much as borrow him occasionally."

"I'm sorry, Maahnoor. I'm sorry I wasn't honest. I realize now I need help like you do. I'm to be hypnotized later."

"This brings up the issues of trauma on long term mental health. Sometimes traumatic events are suppressed, so that we don't remember them anymore. Other people can tell us something happened and we deny it because our memory of it is gone, it's been pushed so deep in our subconscious. Yet even there, where we can't remember it, it plays havoc with our feelings. Women who have been raped, who can't remember the rape, still can't get close to other men, and push them away emotionally, even their husbands. The mind can be very fragile.

"Years after having been in combat, someone can hear a car backfire, or other loud noise, and drop to the ground thinking they're being shot at. Bad dreams affect your sleep, something Hannah and Jìngyi have both experienced lately, months after the event and they know they are safe. And trauma affects us all differently, and at different times in our lives. Ateefah's and Maahnoor's slaveries were similar. Neither of their Masters was particularly brutal. They had sex with multiple people and learned to enjoy something that wouldn't have been part of their lives if not enslaved. The primary difference is Maahnoor's was three times longer. Which likely was the reason she was the first one to cheat on her husband. Because her slavery was shorter, Ateefah's inevitable response was delayed. It didn't happen as fast, but it did happen. When Hibbah had sex with Johanna before her wedding, it was a delayed response.

"Hibbah and Johanna shared a very emotional connection after Johanna's gang rape, and Johanna was only the second person Hibbah had sex with after she was freed. I was just sexual release. Hibbah knew I wasn't a permanent lover because of my Master, but Hibbah and Johanna needed each other. There was an emotional connection there, that didn't exist with me. Because of that connection, when they saw each other, they reconnected. It had nothing to do with how much she loved Jake, or that he wasn't the love of her life. It was an emotional response to a traumatic time in two people's lives, played out at a later date.

"If you think any of us are immune to our trauma fucking us up later, you're wrong. Sahar, if I may tell a story involving you?"

"Go ahead. I'm not sure which one you mean, but sure."

"After Sahar worked with me in The Bahamas, before I went to Switzerland for my cosmetic surgery, we stopped to see friends at Mistress Layton's residence in Florida." Sahar started to nod, remembering the incident. "Can any one of you think of anything that Sahar is afraid of?"

No one could think of anything.

"Mistress Layton raises horses, real live horses. We went to the barn because we intended to take a ride up to a pond where we could go swimming. When we went into the barn, they had a stallion ready to breed a mare. The stallion was rampant and mounted the mare. Sahar froze. She couldn't move. All of this was happening at least twenty feet away from us, and not directed at her at all, but she froze. It was her trauma, coming back to haunt her, the memories flooding back. No one is immune. Not Sahar, not you.

"This is why we have these groups, to work through that trauma and learn to deal with it, so it doesn't jump up and bite us in the ass at some later date. Maahnoor got bit in the ass. Hibbah got bit in the ass, and now Ateefah got bit in the ass. Don't blame each other for problems that come out of your trauma. Try to understand it, hopefully apply the lessons in your own life, and to forgive the sinner.

"I suspect James and Henry are having issues with each other as well. It felt like a plot to fuck each other's wives. James was the one who would have been hurt, not Henry. Henry would have gotten to have sex with another woman, Ateefah. James might have thought he had the same privilege, but Maahnoor couldn't have sex with him, due to her hypnosis. Ateefah hoped to get something for nothing, with no risk to herself or her marriage, but it was born out of her trauma.

"I said to them, and I'll say to you, you might feel like you're missing out on something in your life. Your presence here, on this ship, this wacky, sex all the time, ship, might make you feel like you're missing out. When compared to me, you might be, but I'm not you. You're not me. Ateefah wants to have sex with other men, but not risk her husband having sex with other women. She cares about that. I don't. So don't compare yourself with me. Compare yourself to the life you would have lived if you hadn't been enslaved.

"Would you, Farah, be learning to fly?" She shook her head no. "Hibbah, would you be learning medicine?" She smiled and said, no. "Would any of you gotten to choose the men you married? And I know it's slightly different for Maahnoor and Ateefah because they were having children, and probably felt more desperate as a consequence, but the men asked you if you could accept them, and you got to say yes or no. My Master would have ensured you had money to raise a child by yourself. You could have said no.

"Where would you be now, and what would you be doing? Would you have two or three children, married to a man arranged for you by your family, living in relative poverty, compared to how you're living now. That's what you need to compare yourself to in your life, not me, or anyone else on this ship, because we were all raised differently than you were. So, if I have sex with a hundred different people, that's not the example you should have for your own life, because if you were living your real life, you'd be having sex with one person you didn't get to choose and get stoned if you had sex with anyone else. That's the comparison you make.

"We pulled a prank on Felicity last night, her husband allowing her to think she was having sex with another man, but she didn't. Her religion; your religion, doesn't make allowances for having sex with other people. As a submissive, she would be willing to let her husband have sex with another woman. That's haram. Dr. Sadiq wouldn't do that, even with her permission, and she wasn't even enslaved. Her slavery is voluntary, but she's affected by the activities on this ship the way you are. Fortunately, as a submissive, she's governed by her husband's will, not hers. He has more control than she does. Do you all understand what I'm trying to say to you?"

They agreed they understood.

"What Ateefah planned was underhanded, Maahnoor. She shouldn't have done it. Like you, she's been traumatized by her life. You remember that when Dr. Sadiq hypnotized you, he asked you if you truly loved your husband?"

"I remember."

"He wanted to make sure that you truly cared for Henry before making sure he was the only person you could have sex with. If not, he would have recommended your marriage end, and finding someone you did care for before altering your life. He'll do the same to Ateefah. It is my belief that she loves James, that she would care if he had sex with other women. If she doesn't, Dr. Sadiq won't hypnotize her. It would be his recommendation that her marriage end and she be allowed to pursue other relationships. But if she does, he'll do the same thing with her he did with you, that he did with me, that he did with Hibbah. Hypnosis isn't magic. What it's doing is trying to reimpose your own natural belief system before we were enslaved.

"Even though I enjoy sex with other people, I wouldn't run around begging other people to fuck me. Fucking was controlled by my Master. Before Sahar worked with me, I seriously considered trying to fuck Henry and James, because no one else would fuck me. Sahar had threatened them if they did, so I would seek treatment. I knew it would have been wrong, but I would have done it anyway, because I was fucked up, not because I was trying to ruin your marriages. I didn't even enjoy the sex. It was something I was compelled to do. Fortunately, I did not risk our friendship by fucking your spouses. But that's what was done to me, so try to cut each other a little slack and exercise forgiveness for what trauma has caused you to do. Please. You need each other."

"Please, Maahnoor. I'm sorry. I truly am. I knew what I was doing, but didn't at the same time. It's like I had to do it," Ateefah said.

"It might take me awhile before I can forgive you, but I'll try. I'll at least remain civil."

"Thank you."

"I think I'd like to try hypnosis," Farah said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm becoming romantically interested in Leo, but he won't have a relationship with me unless I'm willing to stop fucking other people."

Everyone of them started congratulating her on her choice of a man.

"And it's more important to you to develop this relationship than keep having sex with others?" I asked.

"I wouldn't mind continuing to have sex with other people, but he's not like me, or you, Beth. He wants the person he commits to, to have sex only with him."

"You could look for someone else who is more like me. There are men who would accept that if they could do the same. Edgar at least lets Fatima have sex with Pierre, even if he doesn't want her having sex with anyone else. Master isn't particularly tied to fidelity, but he does have control of our sex."

"Yes, I could maybe look for someone else, but I haven't found anyone who interests me as much as Leo. If I want him, it looks like I'll have to give up sex with others."

"Which is what you'd have been doing if you were still in your own life. Not that big of a change from how it should have gone in the first place, except you get to pick Leo if you want him, and you get to decide if it's worth it giving up sex with other people to be with him. Dr. Sadiq is leaving tomorrow morning. If you're going to do it, it has to be today, because I can't hypnotize you. I can only use his post-hypnotic suggestion to put you back under. I'd speak to him immediately, like right now."