My Descent into Slavery Ch. 17

Kadina, testing as Dominant, takes a slave. She helps identify another involuntary slave, saving her life in the process. Beth trains three submissives to better please their Mistress. This chapter contains oral, lesbian, group, and public sex, including masturbation. It has scenes involving discipline, including a spanking. There is no COVID or STD's in this particular fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial expertise.

My Descent into Slavery, Ch 17

Angela, a New Slave

We didn't have a limo for this trip, since it was just the four of us. Sahar was sitting in the back with Kadina while I rode in the front. Sahar saw the big shit eating grin I had on my face when I joined them. She was silent for a short time.

Suddenly, she exclaimed, "You know who the other slave owner or slave is, don't you?"

"I don't know, but we have the means to find out rather easily. It should be narrowed down to a few names."

"Damn, that's fucking great. I'd love to get my hands on that bitch."

"What are you talking about?" Ethan asked. "How would you know if the police don't know?"

"That survey I gave you way back at the beginning of the cruise, in addition to telling me who's Dominant, submissive, a switch, or neither, can also tell me if someone who has identified themselves as submissive in the survey, are really submissive, or if it's been conditioned onto them by an involuntary slavery.

"Someone who took the survey last night, said they were submissive, and they aren't. Kadina isn't submissive. It's been beaten into her by her slavery. She's actually Dominant, and has been fighting against her slavery, and probably any other kind of rule imposed on her, her entire life. It might be why she found it so much easier to tell Sahar to fuck off when told to strip. She's wanted to all along, got punished worse for resisting, and finally quit because she was tired of getting beaten every time she did. It was why Fatima might have been beaten worse as well. She's not submissive, not even neutral. This other person isn't Dominant, but they aren't submissive either, which means they're a slave.

"I could tell the detective there was another slave there last night, but not who, because the survey is confidential. I thought all I could tell was that the slave is female, because I ask for gender. But I also ask for age, and how long they've been a submissive. The person who filled out that survey said she was 23, and that she's been a submissive for 7 years."

"So she's been a slave since she was sixteen," Sahar said.

"Exactly, and who the hell would know if they were submissive at sixteen, especially if they aren't even submissive. Only a slave taken at age 16. So, the police got identifying information on all but a few of the people at the club last night. We're looking for only someone who's 23. We can eliminate everyone else."

"But this only works if they took the survey," Kadina said. "Someone like me who didn't read or write English would still be a slave."

"That is true. There are other reasons someone wouldn't take the survey as well. Did Angela take the survey?"

"No. She didn't want to waste the time. It was her first time at the club and she wanted to spend the time with me."

We arrived at the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Office where Marcia worked. When we asked for her, a deputy led us back to her desk.

"Before we deal with anything else," I said, "I have more information that may help narrow down who the other slave is."

"Great, what is it, because this is turning into a headache."

"She's twenty-three years old. She stated that she's been a submissive since she was sixteen, and as I told you earlier, she's not even submissive according to her results. That means she was enslaved then."

"Brilliant. We haven't gotten the info on all of the people who left early, but we do have only three or four people so far who would be in that age range."

"May I see pictures of the other submissives, please, Detective?" Kadina asked.

"Sure. Give me a few minutes to pick out the 23 three year olds."

Marcia started flipping through photo copies of driver's licenses, pulling out a few, then handing them to Kadina. She looked closely at each one, then pulled one out.

"I think this is the other slave."

"Did you speak to her last night?" I asked.

"I've never spoken to her."

"Why do you think it's her? You said last night was the first time at the club for you."

"It was the first time for Mistress Angela. Master Mark took me there several times. I've seen her many times. Are you happy being submissive, Beth?"

"Very happy."

"Most of the submissives were happy. They were doing something they liked doing. I was never happy. The times that I saw this woman, she was never happy either. If you are never happy being a submissive in a submissive club, you're not submissive."

"You're a slave," I said.

"I can't be sure, but it is most likely this woman," Kadina said.

Marcia started riffling through the other paperwork. "Fuck!"

"What's wrong?"

"She was with some rich wife of a county politico with top level connections."

"Does that mean she can't be arrested? If she can't, I'll make sure your problems go away," Sahar said. "The husband probably knows she's a slave too. It's hard to buy a person without your spouse knowing."

Marcia looked at Sahar. "Please don't. She can be arrested. They can both be arrested. We'll just have to make sure we don't make any little mistake that some fucking lawyer can exploit to get them off."

Sahar was about to say something more that might get her into more trouble, like 'they'll never get off'. I jumped in.

"If wealth is an issue, I'm very familiar with two people who can make them poor in a short time, and people with more political influence, including a US Congresswoman. I've seen it happen and if Joshua and Bill start raising a stink about them in their social circles, they won't have top level connections for long. You don't want to leave her as a slave with them for much longer. The fact the police were at the club last night might give them reason to get rid of her."

"We'll definitely question Francine today, and put her into protective custody if she says she's enslaved. We might not be able to make an arrest immediately, but we can definitely save her. She'll be out by supper. Your idea about taking away their money is a good one. I'll speak to Bill tonight."

"Francine was her name?" Kadina said.

"You just had her driver's license," Marcia said.

"I don't read and write English, only Arabic. I picked her out by her face."

"So we'll have to read your statement to you?"

"Yes, please, detective."

"Let me have the asshole's names and I'll make sure Master knows the reason to turn them into paupers," I said.

Marcia smiled, gave me the names and I texted them to Master along with the reason they needed to become poor. He gave me a thumbs up back. "My guess is, they'll be struggling to make their house payment by this time tomorrow," I said.

Marcia wanted to head right out to see Francine, so another officer read back Kadina's statement from last night. She listened carefully to the entire statement and not finding fault with it, signed it. Since we had nothing more to do there, we left for Angela's house. Sahar rode in the back seat with Kadina while I rode up front with Ethan. After about twenty minutes in the car in the slow moving traffic, Sahar told Kadina to get over her lap for a spanking.

Kadina turned to her and said, "Fuck you."

Sahar smiled and replied, "Just checking." She leaned back and closed her eyes.

Kadina was silent for about ten minutes, then said, "It's very freeing telling someone 'Fuck you'. I like it."

Opening her eyes, Sahar said, "It's all well and good telling someone to fuck off, but it loses its effect if when you do, they beat the snot out of you, or kill you. You need to learn to defend yourself, so when you tell them to fuck off, and they don't take it well, you can break an arm or a leg or rip out a throat. Then telling someone to fuck off has more significance. It means something besides getting the shit kicked out of you."

"You really cut off Abdul's cock and balls?"

"And stuffed them in his mouth."

"He was alive at the time?"

"It wouldn't have been any fun if he was dead at the time."

"Who subdued him?"

"It was a group effort. He was about to apply the branding iron to my sweetie. I shot him in the shoulder so he dropped his branding iron, another fellow shot him with a tranquilizer dart. We had some questions we wanted to ask him about the slaves they'd sold and where they'd sold them. We couldn't ask those questions if he was dead. We let him sleep for awhile until we were sure all the bad guys were down and the slaves rescued, so I could take my time asking those questions."

"This would have happened before you went to Angela's. Did Mark ever let you watch the news?" I asked. "The reason I asked is you might be happy to know that hundreds of slaves were freed all over the world and hundreds of slavers were arrested. I suspect it's the reason Mark needed to leave the country without you. I think he knew his time was up."

"Mark never allowed me to watch the news, but he was extremely jumpy around the time he gave me to Angela. He only ever watched sex films with me, or others he called snuff films. He said the snuff films were disobedient slaves who were killed for not being pleasing. He and his friends would watch the sex films, then try out the things on me. If I fought him at all, he would tie a rope around my neck and we would watch a snuff film of a woman being strangled, or he'd shove a gun up my cunt and we'd watch a snuff film of a woman being shot in her cunt while he fucked me with the gun."

We were all silent for awhile. "Sahar, were you about to tell Detective Evans that Francine's owners would never escape justice?"

"Until you jumped in with that shit about making them paupers."

"Never, ever, tell a police officer that you intend to commit a crime. As far as the police are concerned, you are more than willing to let the slow wheels of justice deal with a criminal. However, in getting their name and address to give to Master for his use in bankrupting those assholes, I've got it as well. We can keep track of the progress of any criminal trials regarding those people. If they should somehow escape justice because of a fancy lawyer and lots of money, we now know of people who reside here in Los Angeles and we might want to come and visit them sometime in the future. And while we were visiting someone in California and an unfortunate accident should happen to befall those people, well, coincidences occur all the time. And since we're considering people to whom an unfortunate accident would benefit the entire human race, I think we should add Mr. Mark Spagnoli to that list. It would be nice if we could run into him in a foreign country instead of the United States. I would think if Mr. Spagnoli were rich, rich people might know where he's to be found.

"For instance, if he was currently in a country with no extradition with the US, it only means the police can't bring him back to face justice. But the places where criminals like to flee to are often delightful tourist destinations where we might want to visit to enjoy some sun and sand and sip some umbrella drinks on the beach. There are no reasons to announce our vacation plans ahead of time."

Ethan looked at me and Sahar grinned. I wondered if Ethan would say anything. I'd just about admitted I'd have no problem with Sahar wiping them off the face of the earth.

"You know, when the weather gets nasty in New York in January and February, me and a few of the guys, often dream of tropical vacations."

"Who would not?" I replied.

"You are so going to get fucked, Ethan," Sahar said. "Maybe not in the next couple of days, but sometime before our voyage ends, and I might even leave my strap-on in my drawer."

Ethan had to laugh, as did I. Kadina proved how fucking bright she was.

"If Mark were found," Kadina said, "I think someone who's been a slave for four and a half years might deserve a vacation as well. Please think of me when you make your vacation plans."

"You can count on it," I said.

Sahar ordered Kadina to kiss her.

"I could tell you to fuck off, but I think I actually want to kiss you," she said.

Kadina leaned over and did a nice open mouth kiss with my honey. They were both so strong. I was in awe.

******

Angela had a nice home, worth perhaps four to five million in Los Angeles where home prices were ridiculous, though more like two in Gainesville. I had never been in any of the homes owned by Master, only a wooden structure built to look like Mahmoud's on the private island he owned in The Bahamas. I didn't have the foggiest clue where Master actually lived. Ethan knocked on the door and Angela answered. She looked at Kadina and started crying again, but through her tears, invited us to come in.

Kadina looked around her previous home for the first time as a free woman. I told Angela I wanted to see where she kept Kadina. With Sahar following us, and Ethan seated in the living room, she led me to a nicely appointed bedroom where she had two boxes of Kadina's things. Not much to show for four and a half years of captivity. I suspected most of them had been purchased by Angela, which Kadina confirmed.

"Is this where she slept most nights?" I asked.

"She slept most nights in my bed," Angela said. "Only when I had guests did she sleep in her own room."

"Show me your room, and the room where you administered discipline."

"My bedroom is where I normally punished her," Angela said, sobbing anew.

She led us to her bedroom, which had a four poster bed which could easily be used for confining a slave. There was a pad at the end of the bed, where Angela said that Kadina sometimes slept, but most of the time she slept with her. I asked her to show me what instruments she used to punish Kadina with.

"Well, my hand, mostly," she said, "and this paddle," pulling a light one out of a bedside drawer, and handing it to me.

I swung it against my bare leg. A nice sting, not dissimilar to The Enforcer Master often used. I also had her show me everything else used on Kadina. No nipple clamps, but she used clothes pins on occasion. Silky ropes which she used to tie her to the bed, a variety of dildos and vibrators, a blindfold. Really not much at all, for one who appeared to be as wealthy as Angela did. Almost as if she more played at Dominance than was a Dominant.

"Kadina, I'm so very sorry. I should have asked more questions. I should have asked if you were doing this voluntarily. Why did you never say anything to me?"

"I learned a long time ago, never to question the orders of my Masters. Disobedience was beaten out of me. Mark told me if I did not behave for you, he would have me tortured and killed. He showed me gruesome movies of women he said were disobedient slaves, killed in the worst of ways. I thought he would eventually return for me, and if you didn't report I'd been a proper slave, I would have been killed in such a way."

This brought on renewed bouts of bawling, with Angela seated on the bed, bent over, almost as if she was in pain.

"Do you love Kadina?" I asked.

"Yes, yes I do," she sobbed. Kadina looked shocked at the declaration.

"Enough to marry her?" I asked.

"Yes," she cried. "I've ruined it. How can she ever love me now? I was so horrible."

Kadina appeared even more shocked by this teary declaration.

"Do you love her enough to make recompense to her for the months of slavery she suffered at your hands?" I asked.

"How much? I have maybe fifty thousand I could give her now, but I could scrape together more."

"Not money," I said. "Money could never pay for what she suffered."

"Then what," she said, "anything I have to give."

"Give her your submission for a time equivalent to how long she believed you owned her."

This provoked the greatest dose of shock for Kadina, and caused Sahar to grin widely. I was having a hard time containing a smile myself.

"What?"

"Take off your clothes and submit yourself to Kadina as her naked sex slave for a period of say, six months, which is just a bit longer than you owned her. She will do to you, everything you did to her. When your six months is up, you will be released from your submission."

Angela looked at Kadina, standing in rather open mouthed befuddlement at what was happening.

"Would this repay you for what I did to you, Katie?" Angela asked. Her pet name for Kadina.

Kadina looked at me and I nodded slightly.

"My name is not Katie, it is Kadina, and you will be punished if you do not address me properly. Mistress Kadina will do. Now strip of all of your clothes and bend over the bed to be punished."

Angela looked at Sahar and me. I said, "Slaves should have no modesty. They are the property of their Dominant. A slave should also hasten to obey before they are punished more for failure to be obedient."

She quickly removed her clothing and bent over the bed. I handed the paddle to Kadina. "No harsher than she ever paddled you," I said. "What is the most that she ever paddled you?"

"Fifty strokes."

"Then give her fifty, as hard as you judge you were ever struck."

Kadina proceeded to lay fifty stiff strokes on Angela's bottom. They were hard, but not exceedingly so. My own Master had struck me harder. Angela, unused to it, squealed more than necessary, but she held still sufficiently for Kadina to finish the job, adding more tears to her cheeks, this time with a different reason for crying. Sahar held me and I laid my head against her shoulder as we watched Angela take her medicine.

When Kadina was finished with Angela's bottom, it was as red as a ripe tomato. "What did Angela do after she punished you?" I asked. "You will want to do the same."

Kadina rubbed Angela's cherry red ass and said, "You took your punishment rather well for a new slave. I'm proud of you. Of course, you squawked much more than should be necessary for such a mild punishment, but I'm sure you'll learn to control yourself much better over the next six months."

"Did Angela ever make you fuck men?" I asked.

"Frequently enough," Kadina said.

"It's important to establish the parameters of a new slave's service early," I said. "Ethan is waiting patiently in the living room. I suggest you order your new slave to suck his cock, swallow his cum, then take a good fucking in her cunt. Of course, your new slave will require additional training to ensure she'll be sexually pleasing to anyone who you wish to provide her services to."

"Angela, I want you to go to the living room, dressed as you are. You are to approach Ethan, bend over in front of him, and spread your ass cheeks. You are to say that your cunt is available to him for a good, hard fucking, but first your Mistress ordered you to suck his cock until he climaxed. Then, you will suck him back to an erection so he can fuck you."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Not just Mistress, Mistress Kadina. That will be ten more strokes with the paddle when you're done."

"Yes, Mistress Kadina." She hesitated slightly. "May a slave speak, Mistress Kadina?"

"What is it?"

"I hope that with my service to you, Mistress Kadina, I may earn your forgiveness."

"We'll see. Go on. Do as you're told."

"Yes, Mistress Kadina. Thank you."

She left and Kadina suddenly sat on the bed, overwhelmed with a flood of emotions. I sat beside her and put my arm around her.

"What am I doing?"

"You're taking possession of your new slave."

"How did you know that she was a submissive?"