My Descent into Slavery Ch. 16

"I cannot read this, Mistress" she said, handing it back to me.

Of course. "I apologize for my error. I assumed you could read and write English because you speak it so well. Is Arabic the only language you read and write?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"One of the ways we'll be able to determine when you're ready to rejoin normal society is when you quit calling everyone Master or Mistress. No one is your Master or Mistress unless you choose to be a submissive and accept a Master or Mistress. Only that person will be your Master or Mistress. No one else. Keep that in mind if you want us to recognize that you're responsible for yourself. We'll give you an iPad with some English language applications on it to teach you how to read and write English. It's how everyone else learned, isn't it, Yasmine?"

"Yes, and everyone who isn't on duty is happy to help. Because I didn't speak English, Delphine helped me a lot because she spoke French. Everyone speaks English."

"I don't have an Arabic translation of this survey. If it's all right with you, Yasmine will read the questions aloud and record your answers. I need to enter the results of the surveys taken last night into my database while you do that."

So, while Yasmine read the questions aloud and recorded Kadina's responses, I uploaded all of the information gathered last night. One survey's results stuck out for me. The person who'd taken it and identified herself as submissive, wasn't really. Her responses indicated she was a slave, conditioned into submissiveness. Just as all of our freed slaves had tested, except for Yasmine and Fatima.

I excused myself and went into Master's cabin to call Detective Evans.

"Marcia, are you at work?"

"Not yet. I was up pretty late last night, typing up Kadina's statement so she could sign it. Is she okay?"

"She's fine. I was entering the results of the surveys we were taking last night and one of them jumped out at me. In addition to measuring natural Dominance and submission, it can also detect when a person identifying as a slave or submissive has been conditioned to do so by involuntary slavery. There was another slave at the club last night."

"Fuck! You're sure? It's not Kadina's?"

"She didn't take it last night. She doesn't read and write English. She's taking it now."

"Damn! There was that one pair that we didn't identify last night who left before we started checking ID's. Any way of telling who it is?"

"It's a confidential survey. I can tell you it's a female, and identify the time the survey was taken. Do they have security camera's at the club?"

"Yes, but they only run when the place is supposed to be empty. As you can imagine, there's a lot that goes on in that club no one would want recorded."

"Did you take the names and addresses off of the ID's that you took?"

"Yes, but how is that supposed to help if we're dealing with foreign illegal aliens?"

"Perhaps it's not a foreign illegal alien. Americans are enslaved as well. Three of the women slaves rescued by Mr. Thornhill and his employees at a New York slave auction, were Americans, taken from the West Coast. A lot of human trafficking includes women used as prostitutes, but it doesn't have to be. If one was taken early enough and conditioned enough, they could be an enslaved American. They'd have the proper ID's, DL's, SSN's, whatever. If taken across country, they may not have access to familiar resources to escape, or too conditioned to attempt escape.

"You might want to run ID photos against missing records. I'd also check the submissive ID's against Social Security income records if you can get the information. It's unlikely an illegal slave would be allowed to get a job to have money for themselves. You might also want to check if any of the submissive's have phones. An owner is unlikely to let his illegal slave have a phone, or access to any communications, except under tightly controlled circumstances, so no computers, tablets, or anything else capable of sending messages. I suspect an owner might have wanted to leave when the police showed up. I'd start with those that left early that were identified by the club. That's where I'd start."

"Damn, girl. You're good for more than licking pussy and sucking cock, aren't you?"

"I'd like to think so," I laughed. "I hope we get to see you socially while we're here."

"They have something planned for tomorrow night at Bill's LA place. I suspect I'll see you then. It's my day off."

"Excellent. Will Chantelle be there as well?"

"Sure will. We have access to lots of baby sitters."

"We're leaving after lunch to sign Kadina's statement and pick up her things."

"I'll see you then. We'll get started on your suggestions."

I went back to my room and they'd finished the survey and were talking.

"Where did you run off to so suddenly?" Yasmine asked.

"Kadina was not the only illegal slave at the club last night. There was another one, and I wanted to notify the detective in charge of the case."

"Do you know who it was, Mistress?" Kadina asked.

"I'm not a Mistress. No. There are no personal identifiers in the survey itself. She's female. That's all I know."

"But you could tell from the survey itself, that someone was a slave, Mi...?"

"Better. You caught yourself in time. Yes, I could. Now let's take a look at yours and see what we have."

I entered her info in my database, and checked it against the matrix.

"Oh, my, this is very unusual," I said when I was finished.

"Does it say I'm only fit to be a slave?" Kadina asked.

"On the contrary. You are most decidedly Dominant, and I'd guess very highly so, given where you grew up."

"How so, Beth?" Yasmine asked.

"In Muslim countries, males are definitely in charge of the households. Women are raised to be submissive to male authority. Despite your upbringing, and four and a half years of slavery, you still score highly on the Dominant scale. I might conjecture from your scores that you often fought with your parents, more so than your friends did, and that when you were taken in slavery, you were punished a lot, both when you were undergoing your initial slave conditioning, and with your first Master. I imagine it was eventually beaten into you to obey, but you would not have started that way."

"You can tell this from my survey?"

"I can't tell for sure, but I can make educated guesses. Someone who is naturally Dominant, would have tended to fight more against their social upbringing. Lynn's daughter, Alexandra, was the same way. She fought with her parents far more than her submissive brother."

"It's like magic. You've described my life and my slavery. I was always fighting my parents and I was punished much more than the other slaves."

"Now you know why," I said.

"Does that mean I should have my own submissive?" Kadina asked.

"What you do with the knowledge of your personality is up to you. You can choose to ignore it and live a normal life. You've been hurt by your slavery. Many of our freed slaves wanted nothing to do with men when they were freed initially. They felt they could only be with a girl. But they weren't naturally attracted to women, and as they met men who were good and they could trust, their own sexual preferences came out. They may not have given up women entirely, but they're more attracted to men now, and are marrying and dating them.

"Sahar doesn't trust most men yet, although she's willing to have sex with them, but except for a couple submissive men, and my Master, who she does finally trust, I need to be with her when she has sex with a man. She trusts my instincts about men, and if I like them, she'll have sex with them. The Captain is Dominant, but never had a submissive until Yasmine needed a Dominant. He chose to ignore that because being the Captain itself is Dominant, and he could exercise his natural instincts in that way. Lynn was a Dominant and didn't know it until she met me. She was past forty before she learned her own aptitude for Dominance.

"So if you want, you can ignore it; get married, or not, have children, or not, and do nothing about it, because that wasn't the way you were raised, even if it's a part of your personality. Or, once you've thrown off the conditioning of your slavery, you could choose to become a Mistress, and find someone who's willing to submit to you, a man or woman, based upon your own sexual preferences. A word of warning. Because your slavery was your only exposure to submission, and it would have been much harsher than for almost all voluntary submissives, you don't have the experience and tools to be a good Dominant. You would tend to act more like a harsh owner, than a good Mistress. You'd need close monitoring by a good Dominant who could guide you to being a Mistress someone would gladly submit to. Fatima had the same problems. Her Dominance over Pierre was closely monitored until we knew she wouldn't inadvertently harm him, the way she'd been harmed."

"Sahar said you don't believe loving other women is a sin."

"I do not. I believe in a benevolent God, who loves us as his children. I believe that we are born with the propensity to love men or women, just as we are born with dark hair or light, fair skin or black, male or female. That if we are born that way, it is the way God intended us to be. If he intended for some of us to love women, why would loving a woman be a sin. Why would he want a woman who loves other women to be lonely her entire life, or wed someone she truly does not love and be miserable her entire life on earth? Just to test us? Have you not been tested enough in your life, living as a slave for over four years? Must you also be tested because you choose to love a woman?

"I do not believe a benevolent God would want this for anyone if he loves us as his children."

"Why does the Qur'an say that it is a sin?"

"Because Muhammed believed it was a sin, but not because he had a special line to God. He was a good and holy man, but he was not omnipotent or all knowing. If he was, he would be God himself, because only God is all knowing and all powerful. Everyone else is just human. When Muhammed was alive, he was surrounded by enemies; those who didn't believe as he did. If the men of that time didn't reproduce with women, his tribe would soon be overwhelmed by more populous tribes. Men loving men and women loving women does not produce children. If marriage to the opposite sex was the only way to bring children into the world and increase your tribe, you would want men with women only. You would allow marriage to more than one woman, to increase your numbers faster, as one man can produce children with many women, and men died in battle and left women behind who could still produce children.

"As times have changed, the necessity for additional wives decreased, and most cultures promote monogamy. Society realized it wasn't fair for some men to have four wives, while others had none. The Bible and Qur'an believed in the necessity for slavery when people were taken in battle. It was a way to subdue the opposing population and increase your own tribe's status and power. Yet no country, even Muslim, recognizes slavery as legal anymore.

"All rulers and religions attempt to promote stability within their borders or congregants. How can you increase your borders or believers if they are squabbling with each other. Policies are made to promote peace and stability, whether religious or secular. Don't steal, don't kill, don't take another man's wife. The practice of eating pork was banned because eating undercooked pork leads to disease. If you cook it thoroughly, there is no disease. The people of those times knew pork caused illness, but not about bacteria. If you don't eat pork, you don't get sick, therefore, pork is unclean. I can't have my warriors all fall sick with trichinosis when my enemies did not eat pork and didn't get sick. So I make a rule against eating pork. Yasmine is not married. She shouldn't have children according to the Qur'an. Children should be raised in a family, as it's better for the child. But Yasmine can have children, and they can be raised with people who will love and care for the child as a family would, without the family. Her children will not suffer because she's not married.

"Nor is there any reason that Sahar and I can't have children, even though we're married to each other. We are both willing to have sex with men in order to have a child if we want one. Will my child be less protected, or less loved because it has two mothers instead of a mother and father? The reasons for many of the rules and restrictions of the Bible and Qur'an have changed. The world is becoming overpopulated. If some men and women choose not to have children because they don't want to, humanity isn't going to die out.

"I choose to believe that God is more interested that we love each other and do not harm each other than He is if I have sex with a woman because I love her, so no, I don't believe it's a sin. If you do, that's okay, as long as you don't try to force me to believe the same as you do. If you choose to only have sex with men because loving women is a sin to you, fine. Don't force me to do the same. It wouldn't work anyway. Making you be a slave, didn't make you a submissive. You're still Dominant underneath it all. Forcing me to only have sex with men, isn't going to make me believe that sex with men is the only way to have sex. I would fight that as much as you fought being forced into slavery. We are who we are because God made us that way, and that's the way we should live. Perhaps I'm wrong and I'll go to hell. But it's my choice to live in heaven on earth with the ones I love and take the risk of hell in the afterlife. If I don't show up in heaven with you, it shouldn't be any skin off your nose."

Kadina was silent as she contemplated all that I told her.

"Would your Master or Yasmine's teach me to be a good Dominant?" She finally asked.

"If that is what you choose for yourself, Kadina."

"Perhaps I'll stay with the ship after you leave Los Angeles."

"That is also entirely up to you, and thank you for not calling me Mistress. I hope it won't take long for you to tell us to fuck off, although I know four and a half years of slavery will be a burden in learning to do so, though the fact you're naturally Dominant, might make it easier than I expect."

Kadina smiled for the third time.

******

Sahar and I went to the stern room and partook of the new slaves there. I had to try the oral talents of both Zhou and Cuck, to know what I would be working with later. Both were rather good, but limited in the way of most people, going directly for the orgasm instead of letting the tension build until one positively exploded. Zhou was slightly the better as she was an avowed lesbian, so I would have expected she'd have some pussy pleasing talents. As they were both submissives, I'm sure their Dominant ordered them to make them cum, instead of waiting for the delicious denouement that would arrive if one waited. One had to educate Dominant and submissive, if one truly wanted a superb slave.

I also fucked Cuck and had Bimbo Slut lick his cum out of my pussy, while I road her face hard, slathering our cum all over, but she wasn't nearly as good as he was. Not nearly the practice I suppose. Cuck had a slightly smaller sized cock than most of the men I fucked. It seemed both Bimbo Slut and Hyacinth had been kept quite busy by the crew so far. Both had a great deal of girl cum covering the lower half of their faces, which Mistress Layton hadn't allowed them to remove, and not a little bit of sperm despoiling their cunts, which the best efforts of their slaves hadn't been able to keep up with.

It hadn't seemed to interfere with the interest in their fucking. Ethan was currently giving a good rogering to Bimbo Slut, and she seemed to be enjoying her fucking a good deal, much alluded to by her vocal appreciation and the huge smile on Cuck's face as her cunt was plowed. Thomas was doing the same to Hyacinth. The lads on my ship had been well trained to show a girl a good time, and they were putting their training to good use showing the new slaves how real men fucked a slut. I had a feeling the new slaves would not soon forget their day of submission.

Sahar tried giving me blanket permission for everyone in the stern room, and that seemed to work just fine. Even thinking about sex with Ethan and Thomas wasn't making my guts churn. Nor thinking about sex with Chaney, who was waiting his turn with Bimbo Slut. I was waiting for Zhou to finish Sahar, after which we'd go eat. Sahar had also tried out Hyacinth, because she really didn't care to try Cuck that much. She was happy with the three ladies.

I heard my love gasp and saw her body shiver as Zhou brought about her release. I helped Sahar up off the cushions where she'd spread her legs for Zhou to dine on her pussy.

We got dressed to leave the stern room. As we climbed the outer stairs, which Sahar insisted on since I hadn't exercised that morning, she said, "I'm hoping Zhou is like fifty percent better after you train them tonight."

"I suspect their Dominant's are impatient and expect to cum quickly instead of waiting. If I made you cum in five minutes all the time, you wouldn't think as much of mine either."

"I can always wait for one of your orgasms, my love."

I leaned over and kissed her. "I found out that Kadina is Dominant in her survey. I don't know what she'll do. She enjoyed her sex with Angela more than either of her two former men owners, but it might have been as much because of their brutality as it is she just likes women more. She'll need to be trained, of course. She can't be let loose on some poor unsuspecting soul after she's been a slave for four years to Jean-Paul and Mark Asshole. She sounded like she wanted to travel with the ship. That's good. She should be in group with the rest of them."

"There aren't any more submissives on the ship, are there. They're all spoken for."

"No, none on board, but it might be months before she's ready to have sex anyway. We might be back in New York first. She did quit calling me Mistress though, so who knows. I told her I didn't think sex between women was a sin, and why, but that's something else pounded into her psyche her whole life. It all depends on her now, and how bad she wants to get better."

We had lunch in the crew's mess. Yasmine and Kadina were there eating, Kadina had an iPad and Yasmine was going over the English alphabet with her between bites of food. I reminded Kadina we were leaving at one and she nodded, then went back to her studies. Not even a 'yes, ma'am'.

"I sure hope you and Master picked out something nice for my slave jewelry and any tattoos you expect me to wear for my markings," I said as we sat down to eat. "Not something like an arrow pointing at my cunt with a label saying insert here."

"Joshua didn't show me one like that, but we both know how much you love your pussy being filled. It would have fit."

I groaned.

Sahar laughed. "I think they're not only pretty, but will make you horny as hell."

"Do you think I need to be any more horny than I already am?"

"Since you don't go to the gym as often as you should, sex is about the only exercise you're getting."

"I'm busy. There are a lot of demands on my time, not least of all by you. Anyone else would be happy with a five minute orgasm, but not you. You're not happy unless I take thirty minutes and make you scream. And then you want to lick me too. Every time we have sex, it takes at least an hour."

Sahar laughed again. "As if I've heard you complaining, any time you got fucked. Fat chance of that happening."

"Too true," I said, "you've got me pegged; a horny slut who loves sex."

The meal over, Sahar stood up and in a voice that brooked no refusal, said, "Kadina, strip."