My Descent into Slavery Ch. 15

"You should be spending at least two hours of every day for the rest of this trip talking to them about what they're going to be facing when we get to New York. You can pull up a lot of stuff on the internet. They've all learned to read and write English, they can read a driver's manual and study the rules of the road, watch videos of modern society. They need to be eased into the transition as much as possible before they get there. They may need to be enrolled in driving classes if you can't teach them.

"One of the things that's been helpful to them is they could turn to each other. A friend and fellow slave was never far away. That's going to change. They won't all be living together anymore. Someone may live in Queens, or Brooklyn or the Bronx, or Long Island, or a different state like New Jersey. Their support systems won't be close. They should all learn to use phones, the internet, TV's, ATM's, and whatever else they need to survive. You've probably all built up vacation or leave time. You might need to take two to four weeks of it to help your spouse get acclimated to the worst of it, find housing, how to shop for food, etc. As much as they've grown used to us, they're going to be strangers in a strange land. This session is going to be devoted to figuring some of this shit out and how you are going to handle it. Life on the outside is second nature to you. For them, it will be completely foreign."

That is indeed what we did, spitballing different ideas back and forth, making lists of things to accomplish in the next couple months. Sahar wasn't going to New York, but even Gainesville, Florida would have some surprises for her other than horny college jocks with lust in their eyes. Sahar and I made lists and determined we had to leave the ship at every opportunity to train her for life off the ship and away from me. She couldn't constantly be by my side forever. She had to deal.

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Frank and Björn reported at dinner that they'd found whatever they needed for the bonding ceremonies tomorrow after Muster. Belle was in Master's lap, being fondled. Marilyn was in Frank's. I wasn't in anyone's lap, but Sahar had no problem kissing and fondling me in public either. I asked to speak to Master and Hannah after dinner.

"Is this about what your group discussed this afternoon?"

"Yes, sir. Who's already spoken to you?"

"A couple of the guys asked to take time off when we got back to New York, and why they wanted it."

"I'm glad they're taking it seriously."

"But you think there's something more that I can be doing?"

"Yes, Master."

"Does it need to be discussed in private?"

"I don't want to put you on the spot in case you can't do it."

"I don't think I mind being on the spot. I can't imagine anything which you could suggest which would cause a major issue. Ask away."

"Sir, all of the freed slaves have been insulated from what real life will be like for them when we get to New York. We've kept them on the ship, partly for protection while we figured out the whole slave trafficking issue, and until they got out of the habit of obeying any order someone gave them. They had their fellow slaves to help them get through things, the culture shock of Western Society compared to what they were used to. They depended on each other, sir. They've attended groups together, started having sex together, taught each other English, and the like.

"New York would normally end their interdependence, sir, but I don't think they're really ready for it. I think part of the reason Ateefah and Maahnoor considered getting a house together, is so they could still depend on each other. It was going to be familiar, people they knew and liked. In their own societies, families play a huge part in child care. They wouldn't have day cares, or pre-schools helping care for their children. The extended family would do it. Right now, the people on this ship are their families. Yasmine doesn't even want her parents to know she's alive, because she's unmarried and planning to have children with a married man. That is so against societal rules, she feels her family would be honor bound to kill her. Even then, her situation is better than anyone else's. She'll have four other people helping her cope. Everyone else has perhaps one other person they can depend on to make sense out of the coming chaos, and it will be without their shipboard families.

I don't know where any of the crew resides, but given New York, it's doubtful any of them are really neighbors. The slaves will take awhile to get acclimated to things, whether it's shopping, driving, public transportation, or anything else. They'll have their spouse to depend on, and no one else, not even me, sir, as I finish up my degree. They'll be getting their counseling elsewhere, and perhaps not even together, depending on where they live. They're going to feel lost, sir, which won't do their mental health any good. They won't be able to help each other, get through it, not like they have on the ship."

"Do you have a proposal, since you wanted to speak to me?"

"Yes, Master. An apartment building, converted for use as a living facility for the freed slaves and their families, where they can all live in close proximity to one another, perhaps take GED classes together, learn banking, public transportation, shopping, driving classes, with maybe a social worker or just help of some kind to help them get birth certificates, state ID's, arrange child care, help them identify careers, get into schools or training centers. And, they'd have each other, and wouldn't be on their own. They could continue having groups together, and wouldn't be scattered all over the place."

"That's a very good idea, Beth. A really excellent, forward thinking idea. I'm very proud of you for thinking of it."

He had a smug smile on his face, which made me think I'd just wasted my breath.

"You already thought of something like this, didn't you, sir?"

"Well, not all by myself, although I added some of it."

"Spill, Master."

"When Richard and Marnie helped break up the slave sale in New York City, they had to do something with the slaves that they freed, all of whom had the same sorts of issues ours did. William purchased a house to use as a halfway house for victims of Human Trafficking. I initially thought most of ours would go there. Then they started getting married left and right, so I figured, we could do the same thing for the married ones. William has already purchased the property a couple doors down from the first one which is being set up for couples and their children. They'd have access to all of the same services the single ones are already getting. Any of the married folks will be able to live there at a reasonable price.

"Since you're now married, and won't really need Lynn as a den mother, to pretend she's your Dominant to protect Miranda's reputation, she will get another paid position. She and Björn will be like the house mother there, when Björn isn't sailing. Perhaps if they're gone, her daughter, Alexandra, will manage things. That's yet to be determined, though. It will get figured out when it needs to."

I threw my arms around Master, almost knocking Belle off his lap. "Thank you, sir. Every day you prove to me how truly lucky I am to be yours. You are so going to get fucked tonight."

Oh, and he did too. Royally fucked, in the best sense of the word.

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Morning muster was held in the stern room, due to the activities that would follow, and being in port, where activities on the helo deck might be seen.

Marilyn was in full pony gear; horsetail, boots, harness, only her mouth missing the bit, because she'd need that free to adore her Master orally. The stocks were present, like a pony breeding rack, where she's be taken. Yasmine was in an expensive dress, similar to a wedding dress, though not white, but red. At the moment, she was standing beside her Master, hair made up, holding a bouquet of flowers. She looked fabulous, and so beautiful.

Frank and Marilyn's bonding ceremony was conducted first. She promised to faithfully serve Frank and anyone to whom she was shared as long as Frank abided by their agreement. Then Francesca put her mother through her pony paces, having spent the last few days getting her brought up to speed. The crew enjoyed her cavorting around as a pony, her tail high due to the curvature of the plug to which it was attached, the different gaits, pacing, trotting, galloping. When asked a question, only pony noises issued from her throat, along with the tossing of her head. When her show was over, Marilyn was locked in the stocks, and Frank took her, hard, fucking her under the tail, which remained in her. After he climaxed, he moved in front of her mouth and let him clean her off. Then she licked Mistress Layton to orgasm, the stocks lowered so she could easily lick her cunt.

The ceremony over, Frank invited any others to partake of the pony breeding for the balance of the morning. Over the next several hours, the single men and women remaining on board would plant their seed in her mature pussy, or have her lick a cunt, and have her clean off the remains of their pleasure with her mouth afterward. No one bothered to clean her pussy, so it was a righteous mess before she was released at lunch.

Before all of Marilyn's extra fucking took place, Yasmine and the Captain announced the major policies of their agreement, that Björn would provide Yasmine with two children and provide money for their eventual care if their agreement ever ended, and Björn being recognized as the father with the rights bestowed on him for such. They both signed the agreement, then Yasmine removed her dress, leaving her in a light chemise. Björn ripped it from her body, baring her to the crew. Yasmine knelt and Björn put a new collar on her. It appeared to be gold, and inlaid with either real gems or beautiful fakes, which matched her color perfectly. He released his cock and Yasmine sucked him to completion, then she turned to Lynn and Yasmine thanked her for sharing her husband with her, including granting her blessing for her husband to give her children. Yasmine raised Lynn's dress and licked her to an orgasm.

When she stood again, Lynn and Björn added slave bracelets to her wrists, and slave anklets to her legs. She was ordered to display and the other members of the crew were invited to greet her, inspect her and her new jewelry.

A line quickly formed, and Yasmine was greeted with lots of kisses and not a little feeling up. I know she orgasmed at least twice before I reached her, people not afraid to fondle the exposed goods.

"Are you happy, Yasmine?" I asked.

"I never thought I would be this happy again, Beth. I thought my life would be a never ending torment of rape and beatings. Master is stern, but kind. I'm so lucky to have him."

"I know, sweetness. We're both lucky to have the Masters we do. Would you like to orgasm again?"

"Please, Beth."

Yasmine moaned as I inserted my fingers in her wet sheath and sucked her perky nipples. She started thrusting her groin against my hand. It wasn't long before she was panting and ready to release.

"Master, permission to cum," she gasped, reaching her cusp.

"If you cum, you'll be punished," Björn said, "but you have my permission."

Yasmine sighed and released, my fingers becoming wetter as she discharged her dew.

"What's the punishment if you cum with his permission?" I asked.

"I must orally pleasure Master to orgasm later."

"Some punishment," I laughed.

"He's harsher when I cum without his permission, but he's never been as brutal as Jean-Paul. Beth, I would like to take cock sucking lessons from you. I want to be the perfect slave for my Master."

I laughed. "See me in a couple days, and I'll teach you everything you need to know."

"Hey, move along up there," Chaney yelled. "Quit hogging. The Captain's never let anyone else touch Yasmine before."

"If you don't mind your manners, Chaney, you won't touch her now," Björn said. "Beth is offering to teach her how to suck my cock better."

"Zipping lip, sorry." The rest of the line laughed.

I kissed her again and moved on. I approached Lynn and Björn.

"You have a wonderful slave and you make her very happy."

"She makes us very happy," Björn said.

"I'd like to thank you both for agreeing to help out with the freed slave house."

"I will enjoy having something to do other than be a housewife and slave owner," Lynn said.

"It will be some time before we go on a cruise like this one again," Björn said. "I have to have something to do besides get Fatima squared away for her Captain's license."

"Are Manuel and Sherry going to live with you?" I asked.

"They have their own place," Lynn said. "I don't expect them to live with me. If Joshua can control Miranda, Francesca and Belle cross country, I can control them cross town. They'll be frequent visitors. The medical practice they normally work for has been hired to provide medical care for the freed slaves. Who better to understand their needs than other slaves?"

I laughed. "Who indeed."

"I doubt if it would be much of a surprise to you that as soon as you've got your Ph.D. and are licensed in New York, you'll have a ready made practice waiting for you. The young ladies already freed aren't the only victims of human trafficking who will need help. Who better to help them than one who's been both an involuntary slave and remains a voluntary one? Someone who's developing a survey to identify if someone is a voluntary submissive, or has been fucked up by their involuntary slavery. Joshua is a strategic thinker, and he needs to do something with you besides fuck you."

I looked at my Master, who smiled at me. For some reason, I hadn't thought of who I would treat once I was licensed; only that I could finally help others. Lynn was right. My little group weren't the only ones who needed help. Human trafficking hadn't ended because Schultz and Mahmoud were gone, just knocked back a bit.

I wondered if others would benefit from Sahar's treatment in The Bahamas. Part of the reason it was effective, is because I knew Sahar loved me. Spanking me hard wasn't something she wanted to do, only what she felt forced to do. Just beating someone wouldn't be a good idea. I doubt if it would have worked had I not known how much she cared, but it was something that might be investigated. However, the physical training to exhaustion and the self defense, learning how to protect yourself. That may be something to pass on to freed slaves.

Master left, flying to Portland, Oregon, Leo and Farah flying him, Hannah and Delphine for their next appointment. Björn and Fatima went back to the bridge, to take the ship south along the coast. Lynn watched as Yasmine was fondled by the crew not needed to man the ship. Frank, Francesca, and Theresa watched as Marilyn was fucked by person after person, a happy slut at last. I found Sahar and we went to the gym and worked our asses off before tumbling into Master's bed and fucking like minks.

"Have I told you recently that I love you?" I asked Sahar.

"Not for a couple hours, but I like hearing it. It's like the sweetest music I've ever heard."

"I'll have something to do after I graduate and get licensed."

"Treat slaves?"

"How did you know? Did Master speak to you?"

"No one spoke to me. Did you really have any other choice?"

"Probably not," I said, before kissing her. I reached for her, and found her wet and waiting. My fingers sought her core. She spread her legs for me and moaned.

Never had I felt more like I had a family I could live and die with.

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