My Descent into Slavery Ch. 16

Beth takes the freed slaves shopping to train them for real life, meeting a pimp in the process. Beth and Sahar go to another BDSM club where Beth helps Mistress Layton acquire new temporary slaves after losing bets. They find another involuntary slave there and free her. This chapter contains oral, lesbian, group, and public sex. There is no COVID or STDs in my fantasy world. Kudos to JohnnyGalt for making my work better

My Descent into Slavery - Ch 16

Los Angeles

In addition to Portland, Master had other meetings in San Francisco and Sacramento, short helicopter rides away, before we arrived in Los Angeles. I was doing two hours in the gym every morning, Marilyn still working out daily, though often in pony gear, with her daughter monitoring her progress. She was beginning to look like pony material despite her age, Sahar had worked her that hard.

The next group I ran, I told the slaves that Master and Mister Thornhill were arranging quarters for freed slaves and their families, next to quarters for the single slaves. so they could continue in treatment together, as well as live in close proximity so they could continue to help each other out. They'd get more help than I'd originally figured at our last group. I think everyone made a collective sigh of relief.

Yasmine and Farah were the only ones who weren't married, but Yasmine would be having a child with Björn; she'd already gone off birth control, and would live with him and Lynn. Farah was seriously dating Leo now. No other sex for her, making a concerted effort for romance.

Various crew members took turns working with all of the slaves on the education they'd need to pass their GED tests and get US citizenship. This would be especially critical for Hibbah and Farah, who had already decided their future career goals. Even Sahar was taking those classes, although she never let her martial arts skills deteriorate in the process. I spent a pleasant afternoon with Yasmine, Lynn and Captain Amundsen, teaching Yasmine to be a consummate cocksucker and cunt licker. Yasmine desperately wanted to be pleasing to her Master and caught on quickly.

Björn gasped as she drained his balls, "Damn, she's already shown tremendous improvement!"

Yasmine grinned after she swallowed the last of his cum. "I'm so happy, Master. Thank you, Beth for showing me how to be more pleasing."

"You're welcome. Captain, when we get to Los Angeles, I want to borrow Yasmine for a half day."

"What have you got up your sleeves now, if you actually ever wore any clothes?"

"I'm taking all of the slaves grocery shopping, to look for and purchase the ingredients for a meal that they're going to put together for their husbands, or in Yasmine's case, her Master. It's time to orient them to the real world, not shipboard life. They'll buy all the ingredients with their own money, prepare a meal for how ever many they're cooking for, in Yasmine's circumstance, five, and serve it."

"I don't have any money," Yasmine said.

"My Master gave all of the freed slaves $50,000 dollars when they were freed. In some cases, it became part of their meter or wedding dowry. You got one too. We didn't know you'd end up with Björn, but the money is yours. I'm sure that as a member of Björn's household now, you'll be a signatory to his bank accounts, along with his wife."

"Do you think Pierre will give them the run of his galley?" Björn asked.

"Fatima has already said that he would," I laughed, "although he'll be there to supervise. We already know he can help make the North African food, as he cooked for Maahnoor's wedding feast. At some point, he's going to show them how to increase the amounts of food they cook, so they can cook for guests. They will eventually cook a meal for the entire crew."

I took my leave of the Captain, Lynn and Yasmine and went to look for Master, who should be back from his Sacramento meetings by now. I found him in his cabin, going over the last of his notes with Hannah and Delphine.

"Am I interrupting, sir?"

"No, we're just finishing up. What can I do you for?"

"When we get to LA, I want to take all of the freed slaves on a shopping trip to purchase things with their own money. I don't want to overwhelm them with public transportation issues at the same time. I'd like to arrange for a stretch limo to haul us around, so we can stay together. They'll buy some clothing for themselves, and their babies if they have them, then some food to make meals with, learning to cook for themselves and significant others."

"Hannah, please set that up."

"Yes, sir."

"May I ask what other things you have scheduled for our time in LA, Master? I see you've got four days set aside there and only two days of meetings."

"It's been awhile, and I thought we should visit another BDSM club and do some more surveys. That's one evening. William wanted to have a lot of us over to his new house in LA, to show us the house and introduce us to some of the friends he's made while there, and of course, some we've already met, such as Sam, Marcia and Chantelle. Brianna from Brianna's Baubles, will be there since you want to be marked. Sahar and I have agreed on some lovely items for you. We'll let Brianna know so if anything needs to be fabricated, it can be done before you're pierced. Of course, there is the piercing and tattooing which will be done before we leave. That will take most of your final day."

"I'll need to make sure I get plenty of fucking done before that, Master, since it will be several days before I can have sex after they're done."

He smiled. "I think we've got that taken care of."

From his smile alone, I imagined that he did. I could feel myself liquefy again. I was such a slave slut. I went into my room and contacted Dr. Sadiq for a hypnosis refresher.

******

The next group I conducted, I told the freed slaves that I would be taking them out one afternoon.

"There's a lot of cultural differences from where you grew up, to life here in the US. You don't need to be escorted by male relatives or your husband. Most of the time, you'll go out by yourself to buy things. You need to learn how to do that. We'll be going out to a place where you can buy clothing, and I want you to purchase things for yourself, and your baby if you have one. Sahar told me that most of you grew up haggling on the prices of things. You don't do that here, except for big ticket items such as cars and houses. You pay the posted price for an item, but you will have lots of different choices, so you can make comparisons with other items which are similar and buy the one with the best price, or the features that you want. You'll use your own money. You need to get used to paying for items on your own, learn to manage a budget. The clothing budget you have for your trip is $200. You can spend less, but you can't spend more. You all have lots of money, but you don't want to spend it all. You generally want to spend less than your spouse or you or both, make each month, and save the rest for emergencies, such as losing your job, unforeseen injuries and illness, and your future retirement, when you quit working.

"After shopping for clothes, you're going to shop for food. You should buy whatever you need to make one meal for you and your family, then, you'll cook for them. The food budget will be $100. Since you're cooking for a limited number of people, you should spend less than that. The next time we do this, you'll buy enough to cook for a group of people, such as if you were having guests for dinner or throwing a party. You'll learn to cook on modern kitchen appliances such as are in most homes. No haggling over the food prices either.

"If you don't know how to cook traditional meals, see Pierre. He has lots of different recipes, including ones for most of your home cuisines as you noticed when he cooked for Maahnoor's and Ateefah's weddings. If you want to cook something not traditional to your home country, something you've eaten on board the ship, get the recipe from him and learn how to make smaller quantities than what he traditionally cooks for the whole ship, but you'll cook the meal yourself. We're going out the day after tomorrow, in the morning. You won't necessarily cook your meal right away, but your food will be kept for you until you can make it. Maahnoor, you probably have the most experience in the kitchen, because it was one of your jobs. You can show the others how to store their food. See Pierre tomorrow to develop your grocery lists"

We continued for a normal group discussion the rest of the session, then I renewed Maahnoor's, Ateefah's, Farah's and Hibbah's hypnotic suppression of their sexual cravings.

******

That evening, I made Master demonstrate a Love Evolution on my sweetie. Talking about it when Felicity had been questioning cock size, made me realize Sahar hadn't enjoyed one, nor even seen it performed. As Master fucked hell out of my wife, I would go around the bed, kissing her or him as whim moved me, suck a nipple or some hairy balls, rubbed her clit as she rode his shaft. Pretty much anything that wouldn't cause Master to cum too soon, and lots to make Sahar cum like crazy. I'd never seen her enjoy fucking a man as much as she did then, not even with Ranger.

Not surprising, as Master was an excellent lover, but I think he always hesitated a bit fucking Sahar because she was my wife. I made sure she got the very best of which he was capable, and that was quite a lot. When he finally emptied himself in her, I eagerly cleaned both of them, sucking Master back to hardness so I could have my own turn as Sahar half dozed in exhaustion. He gave me permission to cum the entire evening. I didn't make him perform for another hour, forty minutes being quite sufficient, especially when you consider I orgasmed eight times during my fucking.

We ended with me on my back and Master lying between my legs, facing me, pounding me hard, loud enough for Sahar to stir and watch him fuck me, crying out as he plowed my cunt.

"Fuck me, Master. You own this slave cunt. Make it yours. Watch my face as I cum for you, and know how much I love you."

He couldn't help it. He looked at Sahar to see what the effect of my words might be on her.

Sahar laughed and said, "You don't think you're the only one to make her beg for a good fucking, do you? I can assure you, she's a slut like that for everyone, although she definitely has more conviction in her voice when she tells you and me how much she loves us. I'm not afraid to share her with you. She shares you with me and that was a damn fine fucking."

He grinned and fucked me harder, finally blasting a flood of hot cum in my molten cunt. As Sahar cleaned up my messy pussy, I cleaned his fine prick.

Housekeeping done, Master said, "Sahar, I want you to know I love you nearly as much as I love her."

"Why would you love a black hearted soul like mine?" Sahar asked.

"I would love you even if the only reason was Beth loved you, and I love all the things that Beth loves. But even more, you gave Beth back to me. I'm not even talking about the rescue. Beth was lost when she returned. You found a way to bring her back, close to what she was before. In some ways, even more than she was before. That means more than I could ever say. You say you're a black hearted soul, but to love someone as you love her, is not coming from a black heart. You might still have some rusty spots, but you glow when you look at her. I know she's as safe with you as she could be with anyone; that you would give your life for hers as I would, without hesitation or concern for yourself. I am honored to be your friend, and your sometimes lover, and the sharer of this woman we both love with all of our hearts."

Sahar started to cry, and we both cuddled her, and for the first time ever, she slept between Master and me, and she slept like a baby wrapped in both of our arms. From that moment on, Master never hesitated expressing, or demonstrating his love and affection for Sahar. I think he did as much to heal her as I ever did. Men had ruined her, but a man also helped restore some of her faith in the masculine gender.

******

As Francesca, Belle, Frank, Marilyn and Mistress Layton were leaving soon, (after our visit with the BDSM club tomorrow night), I spent part of the day fucking them, the latter three after exercising, and the first two with Master this evening.

Sahar was with me both times, watching me get fucked by Frank while licking Mistress Layton. He was slamming into my cunt while I braced myself to keep from getting slammed into Mistress Layton's cunt. Sahar enjoyed Marilyn's attentions as I was busy.

"You sure are a happy cunt licker, considering the sour old hag that berated my wife at our wedding," Sahar said. "It's a good thing I didn't break your arm."

Marilyn paused her cunt licking chores on my wife's moist pussy. She looked at me getting fucked by her ex-husband while licking his current girlfriend. "And I thank you for showing me the error of my ways. This is the happiest I've been in a long, long time."

"So it's not an evil, wicked thing, being a slut, is it?" Sahar asked.

"No, it's not. Becoming a slut was the third best thing that ever happened to me."

"What were the first two," Mistress Layton asked. Her mouth was free at the moment even though her pussy was busy.

"Birthing my daughter in the first place, and meeting my future Master is second."

"Joshua is allowing me to take Francesca as my slave to the BDSM club tomorrow night," Frank said. "You'll be attending as Theresa's sub."

I pricked my ears at that news. I wondered if Marilyn would protest Francesca going as her father's slave or trust Frank enough to realize he'd never harm her.

"Yes, Master," was all she said.

Sahar said, "More licking, less talking." Marilyn got busy again.

"Joshua told me that California has an unusual law regarding incest," Frank said.

That piqued my curiosity. I stopped licking Mistress Layton's cunt long enough to ask, "What is the law?", then got busy again before Theresa could accuse me of neglecting her pleasure.

"Incest can only occur if a prohibited male's cock, penetrates a prohibited female's cunt. Fucking Francesca's mouth or ass, would not constitute an incestuous offense in California." He then threw a bigger monkey wrench in the works when he said, "Incest between a mother and daughter is impossible since neither one of them has a prick."

Both Marilyn and I stopped licking. Did that mean that Frank intended fucking his daughter in a non-prohibited place, or that mother and daughter would be fucking at the club? If it wasn't against the law, how did I feel about that? When I first met Lars, I was squeamish thinking he might be my fourth cousin, though I had no trouble fucking him in Hawaii after I'd been enslaved, all squeamishness having been beaten out of me in Morocco. I'd still follow the dictates of the law, but fourth cousins didn't do it for me anymore.

I resumed licking Mistress, and from the low moan out of Sahar, figured Marilyn had resumed as well. She hadn't said a peep. Did that mean she accepted whatever would happen, or that she'd wait to find out if anything would happen. From the way she'd responded when she found out Francesca was a submissive and we wouldn't say who her Master was, I knew she would have had a problem with it at that time. Was she too much into her submission now to care if the State of California didn't? He hadn't said he was going to fuck Francesca, only that it might be possible under certain circumstances. How would Theresa respond if Frank fucked Francesca? She had money in the game now. She didn't say anything either. I guess most of my concern centered around Francesca. How would she feel about it. She was my sister slave.

Frank sped up, fucking me faster, reaching for his cusp. I guess I'd get the answers to those questions later. I concentrated on Mistress Layton, and the cock drilling my slave pussy instead.

Grunting, Frank cleared out his balls in my pussy, pumping squirt after squirt of his seed inside of me. Had he been thinking of pumping his sperm into Francesca's ass or mouth instead of my cunt? What had Sahar thought about the idea? She hadn't spoken either. Given what had happened to her, maybe incest didn't even register anymore?

I asked permission to stop licking Mistress so I could clean Frank's cock.

"Marilyn will take care of his cock and your cunt as well," Mistress Layton said. "Keep licking."

Soon after resuming my slave duties, I felt Marilyn's tongue licking up the mess leaking from my pussy. Theresa had two more orgasms before she gave me permission to stop.

Sahar and I left as Marilyn worked to get her Master hard again.

I soon found out how Sahar felt about the subject. Almost as soon as we left their room, she said, "Is he going to fuck Francesca, or make Marilyn do it?"

"I don't know. He left that open. Perhaps he wanted to know how Marilyn would respond."

"She didn't say anything."

"No, she didn't, and I suspect she'd have an issue with it. She was concerned that Frank was Francesca's Dominant before she learned it was Master."

"What do you think about it?" Sahar asked.

"I'm not sure. If it's not illegal, I wonder why I should care at all. I suppose I'd care if Francesca did, because I feel responsible for her. How do feel about it?"

"I guess I'm still too much a Muslim girl to think it's okay."

"Despite being married to an infidel bitch slut?" I teased.

She laughed. "Despite even that."

"You aren't going to kill him, are you?" I asked.

"If he hurts Francesca, I will."

"I doubt that he'd hurt Francesca. She has the right to refuse. She's got that much control over her life. She's not an unwilling submissive."

"Would you fuck your father?"

"I would have after Morocco. I would have done almost anything after Morocco. Fortunately, you got to me first." I kissed her. "Francesca and Belle are joining us tonight. We'll find out if she has a problem with it. Would you do anything if Francesca doesn't care?"

"I suppose I'd have to restrain myself," Sahar admitted ruefully.

I had to laugh. I kissed her again. "And you thought you were a black hearted, soulless animal without impulse control."

******

At dinner, it was easy to see that Sahar was dying to ask Francesca if she was going to fuck Frank, though she managed to restrain herself from blurting it out. As soon as we closed the door to Master's cabin, it was another story.

"Are you going to fuck your father?" Sahar demanded to know.

"Why in God's name would you ever think that?" Francesca responded.

"I apologize for my wife," I said. "She asked that question without the underlying context. Master Frank informed us earlier that he was informed by our Master, that in California, incest between father and daughter only occurred if his cock went into your cunt, and sex between mother and daughter was never incest because neither of them had a cock. That's how I understood his comment. Since you're going to the BDSM club as his slave tomorrow, Sahar wanted to know if you intended fucking your father if he wished to do so in a way that wasn't a violation of the law."

Francesca turned to Master. "Is this true?"

"It is a peculiarity of California law that incest can't exist without penetration of a pussy by a penis, since that's the only way conception can occur, which is what the law is designed to prohibit. Well, that and marriage. You can't get married to a prohibited person, even if no penis to pussy penetration occurs."

"I would have thought any parent/progeny sex was illegal everywhere," Francesca said.

"Not in all states. I'm given to understand there are more relaxed laws in some other states as well, just as some states allow marriage by first cousins, and in others it's restricted to second cousins."