My Descent into Slavery Ch. 16

Mistress Layton collected the cock cage key and unlocked the cuck's cage. I resumed kneeling between Mistress Layton and Sahar. Theresa made both of her new slaves kneel and kiss her cunt, and put both of them in the Queen's Throne for twenty minutes apiece. Mistress Layton wanted two of the asses and cunts for them to lick to belong to their own slaves, but Hyacinth's slave said that under high protocol, only Dominant's were allowed to sit in the Throne.

"Are you bisexual?" Mistress Layton asked her.

"I'm a lesbian, Mistress."

"Have you ever fucked a man?"

"My Mistress has made me fuck men as punishment, Mistress."

"What's your name?"

"Zhou, Mistress."

"Does that have a meaning?"

"Thoughtful, or attentive, Mistress."

"Good attributes for a submissive, Zhou. I offer you a choice. The first is to serve me through your Mistress for the next day. However, you will only have to fuck or lick other women during that time. Or, I will send you home if you have to work, or would like time to yourself. You may decide."

"Thank you, Mistress. I would enjoy serving you. Might I please ask if your slave could instruct me on her cunt licking, so I may better serve my Mistress?"

"I don't know what she has planned for the next day, but she loves to share her skills with those interested enough to learn. I know many of the women on board the ship I'm on, have learned from her."

"Mistress," Glenda's male slave said, "I'd also like to join you and would appreciate any training I might receive."

"What's your name?"

"Mistress calls me Cuck, ma'am."

"Is that what you want me to call you?"

"It fits, Mistress."

"Cuck it is then. Would you like the opportunity to fuck some of the women we have on board?"

"I will do as you instruct, Mistress, but if it please you, I'd like to remain with my Mistress and clean up after any of the males who fuck her."

"What would please me, Cuck, is for you to fuck any female who wants to fuck you, and have your Mistress clean your cum out of her cunt. You can do what you want after a man fucks her."

He smiled. "As you wish, Mistress."

We probably only had another hour before we had to leave. I'd wanted to look around a little bit more.

"Mistress Layton, while you watch your two new slaves serve the other Dominants, would you mind much if Sahar takes me around to investigate this club further? I'm sure she can hold my leash in a satisfactory manner."

She laughed. "I'm sure you're right, Beth. Why don't you take a spin with your wife."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Theresa handed Sahar the handle to my leash, and we left to do a walkabout. There was still a fairly substantial crowd around the stage, still congregated after the show I'd put on. Many people asked questions of me, such as where I'd learned such skills. I was polite in answering any direct question, though I had no answer as to how I'd become so proficient. It was merely my nature to please, so please I did, to the best of my abilities.

I did see something that caught my eye, though. A young woman, bent over, pleasing her Mistress. She was wearing tiny underwear, and were it not for the fact that she was bent over, pulling the underwear up, and tightly molding her exquisite buttocks, I may not have seen part of a brand marking her butt. A brand familiar to me, and everyone else aboard my ship. She also had a number of scars on her back, which looked the same as Fatima's old stingray barb scars.

The young woman looked like she might possibly be of North African descent, someone who could have been taken by Mahmoud. I'm sure they hadn't been able to follow up on every possible sale of the women Mahmoud had sold, and it was possible that this woman, once freed, found herself missing her submission as Yasmine had, and found a new Mistress. Nevertheless, I needed to find out.

Kneeling suddenly, Sahar stopped to see why I'd stopped and knelt. I waved her close enough to whisper in her ear that a slave of Mahmoud was here, and pointed at the young woman. Sahar's eyes narrowed and she looked at the Mistress with what can only be described as evil intent.

"Rather than ask anything in English, which may cause a problem, ask the slave in Arabic if she's voluntary or not. She could be like Yasmine. Pretend that you recognize her from somewhere and chat with her."

Sahar nodded, then suddenly exclaimed something and moved forward, chatting to the slave in Arabic. This surprised the Dominant, but she didn't immediately respond to Sahar's interruption of her pleasure, but when it continued for more than ten or fifteen seconds, she got angry.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Sahar held her finger up in a wait one gesture, and continued talking to the slave. That bought Sahar about another thirty seconds of time to continue chatting.

"You have no fucking right to be talking to my submissive."

"And you don't know how close I am to breaking your fucking neck," Sahar said. "Shut the fuck up. The police are on their way."

"What do you mean the police are on the way? What are you talking about?"

"This woman is not a voluntary submissive. She's a human trafficked slave. The only reason you're not lying on the floor writhing in pain is because you are not her first owner. She says you're her third, and you just acquired her around the middle of March."

The Dominant looked genuinely shocked by that information. "You're joking!"

We were starting to attract a crowd again. I stood up. "She's not joking. We recognized the brand. I was about to receive a similar one myself when I was rescued from the slaver's Moroccan headquarters. How did you acquire her? Did you pay money for her?"

"No! My God, no! A friend of mine said she was a submissive of his, and he was going on a trip overseas and he couldn't take her with him. He asked me to look after her until he came back."

"Do you speak English?" I asked the slave. If she was a slave for very long in this country, she would have learned the language of her owners.

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'm not a Mistress. What's your name?"

"Kadina, although Mistress calls me Katie."

Very thoroughly indoctrinated. I probably wasn't going to get her to stop calling me Mistress any time soon. "Where were you born, Kadina, and how long ago were you taken?"

"Algeria, Mistress. Four and a half years ago."

"Were you captured by Mahmoud?"

Just speaking his name spooked the girl. "Yes, Mistress." She almost whispered.

"Mahmoud is dead. You have nothing to fear from him any more?"

"Dead, Mistress?" Hope in her eyes.

"Dead. Gone. His building blown into rubble. I know. I was there and rescued before I was to be branded, like you." I turned to the Mistress, still pretty stunned. "What's your name?"

"Angela."

"Kadina, did you see money change hands when you went to live with Angela?"

"No, Mistress."

"Has she treated you fairly well?"

"Much better than my previous owner, Mistress."

So it was possible Angela was being truthful, that she thought she was getting a submissive, not a slave.

"Angela, I'm inclined to believe that you didn't know Kadina was a human trafficked slave, but I won't be the one investigating. When your 'friend' asked you to look after her, and said he was leaving the country, he probably knew she had no paperwork showing she was legally in this country. Probably no paperwork at all, so he couldn't take her out of the country. He might have been fleeing possible prosecution himself, as that's when a huge human trafficking operation was taken down and shortly after arrests were made all over the world. I know you had to have seen the brand on her buttocks. What did you think it was from?"

"Mark, that's the guy who told me to look after her, said she'd agreed to be marked, like a tattoo or piercing."

"Your 'friend', Mark, was buying human chattel. There was probably a record that he'd purchased Kadina, so he asked you to look after her, because no one would be looking for her at your house, and there wouldn't be an additional record of sale."

"That fucking asshole!"

Fucking asshole indeed.

"Kadina, slavery is illegal. You were purchased and sold illegally by criminals. You're free, although the police will have to speak to you. If you desire, I have friends who will provide you with money and help return you to Algeria, or provide you with sanctuary in this country, or perhaps some other. I know a lot of young women like you, who've been freed, many of them from Mahmoud. I am helping them overcome the effects of their slavery. You may have a chance to meet them. Before we say goodbye tonight, I will give you information with some phone numbers to call if you need help with anything. The police will help you collect any possessions you might have left at Angela's. Angela, you can no longer treat Kadina as a submissive. She's been conditioned to behave like one. She probably doesn't have the ability to say NO to you, or to use a safe word and tell you, you've exceeded her limits. Don't ask her for anything since she can't refuse, including to lick your pussy. If she has any clothes, give them to her now."

Angela dug into a large bag and handed Kadina some clothes. Not much, but better than she had on now. One of the resident Domme's of the club came up to us.

"The police are here looking for a Sahar Hafeez."

"That's me," Sahar said. "Please bring them back. I suppose you ought to get dressed, Beth."

"I imagine you're right. Everyone will probably need to get dressed."

And, in fact, many people in the club were now scurrying to get something on. I figured I'd wait until I talked to the lead investigator first before looking for my clothes.

Suddenly, from behind me, I heard, "Beth Wilson?"

I turned and saw Detective Marcia Evans, with four other uniformed police officers, whose heads were on swivels looking around this adult playground, with a lot of people still in various states of undress.

"Detective Evans," I said. "How good to see you again."

"What kind of trouble are you in now?"

"A human trafficked slave, named Kadina, taken four and a half years ago in Algeria, by Mahmoud. You'll find his brand on her backside. She speaks English well, which makes me suspect she's been in this country for more than a year. I don't believe her current owner, Angela, realized she was dealing with a real slave, but a well trained submissive. Kadina says she's been relatively well treated while in her care, which is why I surmise she didn't know. As you know, we've been dealing with a number of other freed slaves aboard the American Entrepreneur. Mr. Greenbriar, and/or Mr. Thornhill, will be happy to help Kadina with anything she needs. Once you're done questioning her, please contact either of them or Congresswoman Miranda Ward, and they'll be happy to help. We've got space aboard if she needs a place to stay where she can interact with other freed slaves."

"Why don't you get dressed, so these other officers don't lose their eyeballs or unhinge their jaws," Marcia said. They did have a pretty wide eyed look as they perused my nakedness.

"As you wish. May I make a suggestion. Don't let anyone else leave until every submissive has been questioned about whether or not they're here voluntarily. Ask for ID, a real slave may not have any. If anyone has left already, please get their names and addresses. This is a membership club."

"Excellent suggestion. Rogers, you heard the lady. No one out without asking everyone if they're here of their own free will and checking ID's."

"Yes, Detective." He left to man the door.

"Sahar, please help Detective Evans get any information she needs from Kadina, if she needs Arab translation. I'll be right back."

By this time, everyone in the club knew the police were there. Lynn gave me my clothes. Hyacinth and Glenda were both dressed as well. It looked like they weren't walking out of here naked. Both of them had collars on, and I saw that neither Manuel nor Sherry had theirs on for the moment.

"So much for high protocol, Mistress," I said as I dressed.

"What happened?" Lynn asked. "Sahar didn't hurt anyone, did she?"

"No hurting, Mistress. We found another Mahmoud slave. It appears her current Dominant didn't know she was an involuntary slave. She was left with the woman by a man leaving the country, probably fleeing it, is more likely. The detective investigating it is Sam's wife, Marcia."

"So, old friends."

"Yes, Mistress. Whether intended or not, they chose a good person to investigate. She'll understand submission."

I made my way back to my wife and the ongoing investigation. One of the officers was questioning Angela about twenty feet away, while Marcia was questioning Kadina. Kadina wouldn't likely be able to lie about anything to anyone in a position of authority. I listened in on the questioning, but kept out of it. Kadina's first owner had been French. I'd missed the name, but it sounded like it could have been Jean-Paul. He'd been quite brutal and owned her for about eighteen months. Her second owner, was named Mark Spagnoli. He'd been less brutal than the first, not breaking skin, but paddled and whipped quite hard, until she cried. She was frequently raped by him and his friends, often by more than one at a time, all but one of them, men.

She'd never met Angela until she'd been brought to her house. She was just told to obey her as she'd obeyed him, which is all she'd been told. Angela had spanked her with her hand and a paddle, but nothing serious. She'd had sex with others as Angela's slave, but they were all relatively nice. They'd probably all assumed she was submissive, treating her no differently than any other voluntary submissive, although the difference would have been moot to Kadina since she'd never signed up for any of it.

The questioning took about an hour. Then Marcia and the other officer compared notes about the similarities and differences in their stories. The place had gradually emptied out as people were allowed to leave. Perhaps a dozen had left when they unlocked the doors and the police entered, before they started questioning everyone and checking ID's. All but one pair of early leavers had been identified. There was a fairly substantial number of out-of-towners, due to the proximity of Sanctuary to LAX. They even provided rooms to rent for over nighters so they wouldn't have to get a hotel room. Those were most of the people who still remained, along with staff and my group.

"I think it would be a good idea if you took Kadina back with you," Marcia said, handing me a business card. "I know you'll treat her with kid gloves. I will need her to come to my office tomorrow to sign her statement."

"We'll have someone bring her by."

"We're still investigating Angela, but I think you're right. She seems like a somewhat innocent dupe in this. She expressed a lot of affection for Kadina."

"Will you have Angela prepare all of Kadina's clothes and personal property, including any prescriptions, and we'll have someone pick it up tomorrow. She's probably on birth control, minimum."

Angela was asking for permission to speak to Kadina. Marcia told her she could approach.

"Kadina, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Please forgive me."

"Angela," I said, "she probably can't forgive you now. She may not even realize she's free yet. When they were branded, the slaves were told that the brand forever marked them as a slave and they were subject to recapture and re-enslavement, if they ever escaped. She was taken as a young virgin, in a culture that prizes modesty and purity, stripped, beaten, taught to be sexually pleasing to both men and women, and whose first experience with a man was rape by her first owner. She was raised to be a good wife and mother, that sex with women and anal sex is forbidden. You were the best of her owners. That's probably all she has to appreciate you for. It's not something she would thank you for, since she committed unforgivable sins by licking your pussy. She can't say no to sex by anyone who asks her because it was beaten out of her. It will take years before she's anywhere close to right."

As I'd spoken, Angela started crying, then sobbing. Kadina seemed confused by it. "You can buy a new slave, Mistress," which of course, made Angela cry all the harder. I definitely got the sense that there were feelings there, on Angela's part anyway. I had no clue what Kadina was thinking.

Due to the five new additions to our party, Edgar had arranged for a second vehicle. I was in our first limo with Fatima, Pierre, Mistress Layton, Glenda and Cuck, Hyacinth and Zhou, Kadina, Sahar and Lynn. The rest rode in the second vehicle.

Glenda, or should I say, Bimbo Slut, and Hyacinth began removing their clothes, which made Kadina start to remove hers. I told them to remain clothed for now.

"Everyone, this is Kadina. She speaks and understands English. She's been in the US about three years. She was not at the Sanctuary voluntarily. She was enslaved in North Africa around four and a half years ago by Mahmoud. Because she wasn't voluntary, the freed slave rules go into affect. No nudity or other Dominant/submissive behavior in front of her. No asking her for sex. You are to refuse her sex even if she asks for it. She may not totally understand she's now free. It can take a few weeks to understand she's no one's property any longer.

"Kadina, some of the people in this vehicle are voluntary submissives, who have chosen the life we live voluntarily. We are not slaves, nor owned by anyone, although three of us are former slaves. I was one for a month, taken by Mahmoud in Algeria, like you, when looking for Fatima's parents. I was rescued before I was branded, and Mahmoud killed. This is Fatima. She was a slave for eighteen months. She was also taken by Mahmoud. Fatima, could you please show Kadina your brand." Fatima pulled up the back of her dress to show her brand. "Fatima now has her own submissive, Pierre, and is married to this man, Edgar.

"This is my wife, Sahar, who first spoke to you tonight. She was a slave for four years, to men as cruel as Mahmoud. She is free now, and neither Dominant, nor submissive, just sexy." Sahar smiled at me. "This is my first Mistress, Theresa. When I wanted to learn about submission, she trained me. Glenda, the tall woman, is normally a Dominant, but lost a bet, so is a submissive to Theresa for one day, as was Hyacinth. Glenda's submissive is her husband, and I really need his name for our introductions."

"Tim, or Timmie," Glenda said.

"Her husband, Tim. Hyacinth has a submissive Zhou. Those four will go back home when they've satisfied the terms of the bet. This is my friend, Lynn, also a Dominant. She's traveling with a lot of us on a large ship we'll be getting on. They were all at the club because they practice voluntary Dominance and submission. Sahar was the only one who isn't either, because she's my wife and bodyguard. She goes with me to protect me from anything bad.

"I know a lot of this will be confusing to you. Feel free to ask questions. You won't be having any sex until we are sure you understand you can refuse sex at any time, without fear of punishment. Edgar, have the other freed slaves been notified we've got another one coming?"

"Yes, and they're waiting for her. They'll tuck her in tonight and make sure she's not alone."

"We'll need to arrange for a driver to take Kadina in to sign her police statement, and to pick up her few possessions at her former residence."

"Ethan will take her anywhere she needs to go."

"It would be helpful if a freed slave traveled with her, or I might go if I can be spared. Kadina, I want to stress to you that you are now free. You won't be punished. If you provide information to us about your parents, we might be able to send you home, if that's what you wish. I know a lot of the women feel they cannot go home anymore, because they worry about what might happen because they were defiled. We won't send you anywhere you don't want to go. Do you understand?"