My Descent Into Slavery Ch 04

Beth goes with Sahar to The Bahamas training grounds to be deprogrammed. This doesn't have much sex in it, mostly masturbation with some lesbian sex between Sahar and Roberta. There is no COVID or STD's in my fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance.

My Descent into Slavery and Eventual Resurrection, Ch 4 - The Bahamas - Redux

It had been glorious sex. Nearly perfect, just like I used to have with Master and Miranda. Until I licked Master's cock after he fucked Miranda's ass. Then it became a lot less than perfect. It was unconscious, a conditioned response beat into me at Mahmoud's. It shocked them, especially when I tried to kiss Master afterward, a more natural response to our sex, and he pulled away. Why did he pull away from me?

"Beth, you just sucked my cock," Master said.

"I always suck your cock to clean up after sex."

"It just came out of Miranda's ass, Beth."

I looked at Miranda and she had a hand over her mouth and tears were running down her cheek, seeing how far I'd fallen. I started crying with her and Master quickly joined us. They held me, but neither of them would kiss me, knowing what I'd just done and something else died inside of me. Nearly perfect, and now this. I'd discovered how to have sex for pleasure again and ruined it.

Sahar and Richard must have heard us crying. Sahar came bursting through the door with her knife out with Richard behind her grabbing for her knife arm. I couldn't stand to face them, anyone, especially after this, and I leapt up off the bed and ran from the room, not knowing where I was going to or what I was going to do.

I found myself in the stern room, open to the Mediterranean air, and stopped at the railing. I looked at the roiled water behind the ship. Perhaps I should just end my life now. I still hadn't made my mind up when Sahar and Richard found me. They were both naked, apparently having sex when our crying interrupted them.

"Do you want to jump?" Sahar asked.

"I was thinking about it," I replied.

"Because you sucked a shitty cock?" Sahar asked. "Great reason for killing yourself."

"It's not just that."

"Of course not. What did I tell Johanna after she was gang raped?"

"Not to give her rapists the rest of her life."

"Are you surrendering the rest of your life to Mahmoud? By all means, climb over the rail and give him what he didn't take from you, throw it away. Or do you want to find your way back to your own life?"

I'd love to find my life again. "I don't know how," I said.

"I know it's not jumping into the sea. You need to face your fears. I want you to go to The Bahamas with me, to the training site where we trained."

"Why? When?"

"Now, to confront your demons. To go back to Mahmoud's, the only part of it that exists. It will be hard. I'll drive you as you've never been driven before. Part of the reason for all the exercise I do is to exorcise my own demons. I will be cruel. You will hate me before we're done. You need to transfer your hate to someone other than yourself. You can hate me instead."

Sahar had just admitted to me she loved me. She'd started having sex with men again so she could join Master and me in his bed, breaking months of insistence she'd never had have sex with a man again. Apparently, Richard once more, seeing they were both naked. He was a good choice for healing sex. He'd helped me. I'd enjoyed sex again with him.

"I don't want to hate you," I said.

"I don't want you to hate me, but you can't love me if you hate yourself. You can't love anyone. I know this better than anyone else. Will you go?"

I looked at Sahar, her eyes pleading with me. I had nothing to lose. "I will go with you."

"Excellent. Go tell Joshua you're going to The Bahamas with me."

"Okay. What do I need to bring?"

"Nothing. I will pack everything we need, including clothes. Go now. Tell him you're leaving tomorrow and you hope to return more like yourself."

I returned to Master's cabin. Miranda and Master were talking; I suspected about me, though I had no real proof.

"What can I do for you, Beth?" Master asked.

"I want to go to The Bahamas with Sahar," I said.

"Did she tell you she'd hurt you?"

"She said she'd be cruel and I'd hate her before we were done. I imagine it will be rough."

"You could still work with Professor Kline."

"I tried to fuck Professor Kline, tried getting him to fuck me despite knowing I was his patient. I'm broken, Master. Somehow, Sahar managed to survive what was done to her. When she found me tonight, I was at the rail in the Stern room thinking of leaping overboard. I need to find whatever allowed Sahar to survive. I think she offers more hope than I feel."

Both of them had tears coursing down their cheeks as I spoke, the silent type, unaccompanied by sobbing.

"You can fly back to Florida with Ranger tomorrow. I'll arrange to get you to The Bahamas from there."

"Thank you, sir. I'm glad we were able to have sex one more time the way we used to. It was nice. I enjoyed it."

Master nodded, not speaking.

I wanted to kiss them both again before I went, but I could still taste Miranda's ass in my mouth. I was sure they'd see me off tomorrow, so I could do it then.

"Goodnight, sir. Goodnight, Miranda."

Miranda choked out a sob, but Master said, "Goodnight, Beth. I hope you find the peace you're missing now. Shalom."

******

At 0700 the next morning, Sahar was in my room grabbing whatever she felt I would need for the trip to The Bahamas. It didn't include my iPad, or a phone, or even a watch.

"They removed the generators," Sahar said. "We have no electricity. Those things will be worthless to us. I've got a sat phone with a small solar panel, to call in the event of an emergency, but we won't use it so the battery should last a long time. Edgar gave me a water treatment kit for drinking water and cooking, but water for anything else will be from the ocean. We'll cook over a fire, and we'll be using non-perishable food, so we don't need a refrigerator."

I nodded, still numb for the most part. She didn't grab a lot of my clothes either, but she did take some. We were ready to board the helicopter by ten to eight.

As expected, Master and Miranda did see me off. I kissed them both now. They hugged me for a long time, not saying anything. Richard hugged both Sahar and me and wished us luck.

"Thank you for helping me to enjoy sex again, Richard," I said.

"You're welcome. I can't say I didn't enjoy it."

"It's a good thing she enjoyed it. Beth won't be having sex again for a long time."

"You don't want to have sex with me?" I asked.

"What I want is irrelevant. You'll need to earn sex and it won't be easily or quickly."

Professor Kline, Ethan, Buck, Angelique, Hannah, Jìngyi, and Farah were on the helicopter with Ranger, Sahar and me, going to Málaga. Farah was taking my place at the cosmetic surgery place in Switzerland. For now, she was in the cockpit with Leo, who was still working with her, teaching her flying.

I was pretty quiet on the flight. Helicopters tend to be noisy and you end up having to shout to be heard, so I didn't say anything to anyone. When we landed, I gave everyone going to Switzerland a big hug.

"Beth, I feel we were to blame for you having everything worse than we did," Hannah said as we uttered our goodbyes. "For coming out of it worse than we did."

"I only survived because of you. If you weren't there. I would have killed myself as soon as I knew what they intended doing to me. The fault was not yours. Put the blame where it truly lies, with Mahmoud and Schultz."

Angelique kissed me. "Still, I believe you saved my Mistress and my wife, Beth. I hope you get well."

I hugged all of the others, giving an extra squeeze to my professor. "Are you sure about this, Beth?"

"I'm not sure about anything anymore, Professor. I know it's not traditional therapy, but I feel it's the right thing for me at this time."

He nodded. "Well, you'll be fairly close to us. Call any of your friends and I'm sure someone will come running."

"Thanks for being one of those friends. Give Oliva a big hug for me when you see her."

"I will. Ms. Layton too. She's worried about you as well. We all are."

"I know."

A lot of supplies were loaded on Mr. Thornhill's jet. Ranger, Sahar and I climbed aboard. A half hour later, we were jetting west across the Atlantic, heading for where this trip had first started, Florida, not too far from where I attended college. I was vastly different from that person.

******

Ranger and Sahar were thick as thieves on the flight. I could hear they were talking, but not what they were saying. Ranger made a couple of phone calls, I imagined to arrange for someone to pick him up from Orlando. I sat quietly thinking about my future, what Sahar would be expecting from me, if it would work, what I might do if it didn't.

If it did work, I'd gladly join Master on his voyage again. My submission had been the most rewarding time of my life. If it didn't? At the moment, I felt rudderless, drifting on an endless sea with no harbor in sight. It was not a good feeling for me. I'd been self-directed and self-motivated ever since my parents died. Even submission hadn't altered my overall plan and goals, except I wanted Master in them.

At the current time, I didn't know if I could complete school, belong to my Master, or anything else. I felt exhausted, putting one foot in front of the other until I dropped dead in my tracks. I had difficulty finding meaning in anything.

"Beth, come here," Sahar ordered.

I unbuckled my seat belt and approached her.

"Over my knee, now."

I obeyed. She pulled up my dress, my thong providing no impediment as she began spanking my ass. Damn, she hit hard.

"Please fuck me," I said, my conditioned response, embarrassed to say it, but unable to stop.

She ignored me and continued spanking my bottom.

"Piss or shit in my mouth," I said, sobbing.

Sahar didn't stop. "What do you want? I'll do anything. Please stop."

"I want you to stop begging," Sahar said. She didn't stop hitting me.

"Please don't hurt me. I'll do what you want."

"I want you to stop begging."

"Please fuck me. Stop hitting me." Sahar finally stopped. I'm sure my ass was red.

"I see what you mean," Ranger said.

Sahar pushed me onto the floor. "Cover yourself up," she ordered. I tugged my dress down. Sahar told Ranger, "Beth lost her will to resist. She's lost her fire. I'm not even her Master and you saw how she obeyed everything I did. Anyone could do that to her now. Joshua could have kept her, the little mouse she is now, but he would have had no control over her. She would have obeyed almost any command she was given. She might have resisted an order to kill someone she loved, but might have killed herself if ordered to do so. She has no self respect now. She'd eat your turds if you told her to. Would you let her run around loose like this?"

"I imagine it wouldn't be a good idea."

"I've got some ideas for her, but I'm only guessing based upon my own experiences. I was much like Beth, maybe worse at one point. That Brazilian prick Tadeo wasn't as bad as Schultz, so I started to get my fire back while he owned me, but I was still a fucking mess when I was freed. Beth, get back in your seat."

"My ass hurts," I complained.

"It will hurt worse if you don't sit down. You may plan on your ass hurting frequently. That will be a daily occurrence. Get used to it."

I went back to my seat as Sahar conversed with Ranger.

******

When we landed, the plane was met by Mistress Layton, Cool Hand Luke and Gloria. After greeting the returning hero, they gathered around me.

"Hello, Mistress," I said.

"Hello, Beth. Ranger told me you're having trouble."

"I am, Mistress. I feel less like a submissive and more like a disgusting slut, who will do anything with anyone."

"I'm sorry to hear that, dear, because you were a delightful submissive. Do you have time to have lunch with us?"

The amazing thing about time zones is we left at 0900 local time and it was still only 1300 Orlando time. Lunch wasn't out of the question, but I wasn't in control.

I looked at Sahar. "We have time," she said. "Our helicopter isn't arriving for two and a half hours. It needs to be close to the airport."

"We can eat in the terminal," Mistress said.

"Do we need to get our things off of the plane, Sahar?" I asked.

"The flight crew needs to make an overnight stay to avoid exceeding flight hour limits. We'll be able to get our things when we return."

Ranger said, "I'll get my kit."

He grabbed his duffel bag and tossed it over his shoulder as we walked it into the terminal. Gloria and Mistress Layton took my hands and led me inside.

We picked one of the nicer restaurants and sat down to eat. They asked about my experiences as a captured slave. I responded quietly so we wouldn't disturb the others who might otherwise hear. Listening to me talk about eating shit during their meal might spoil their appetites. It spoiled Mistress Layton's, Luke's and Gloria's. The two women held my hands as I told them of my experiences. They were all crying. Sahar, Ranger and I were the only ones who could finish our food.

"You saw the scars on her back?" Mistress asked Ranger.

"It wasn't pretty," Ranger admitted. "I'm glad we killed all those fuckers."

"What do you plan doing with her?" Mistress Layton asked Sahar.

"She's been conditioned to fuck upon pain. I need to reverse that and get her to stand up for herself again. She won't get sex unless she's earned it by ignoring her pain, and only limited sex even then, perhaps one orgasm by masturbating. As she improves, she'll get more pleasure. I'll consider her cured if she tells me to go fuck myself if I threaten her with the harshest punishments rather than cringing down like a beaten dog."

Mistress looked at Ranger. "I've seen it," he said. "Sahar demonstrated on the plane. She's not our Beth anymore. She obeyed not because she wanted to, but because she was compelled to."

She squeezed my hand. "We've got the things you wanted in the car," Mistress said. "Gloria and Luke will bring them out to the plane." Those two got up and left.

Mistress walked back out with us, and the three of us unloaded our supplies from the jet, creating a little pile. Gloria returned carrying two sleeping bags and Lucas with a box of other camping supplies.

"We've got a couple lights with some extra batteries, an axe, lots of matches in a waterproof pouch, some pots and pans and dishes; pretty much anything you'll need for an extended stay," Luke said.

"How much do I owe you?" Sahar asked, pulling out a huge wad of cash.

"Nothing," Ranger said. "Joshua gave me a quarter million dollars for helping to save Beth. I don't have too much in the way of expenses."

Sahar kissed him, a nice tangled tongue kiss.

"Thanks for everything else, Ranger. Perhaps we can stay longer when we're finished. If Beth has behaved well, perhaps I'll let her fuck you again."

I kissed everyone goodbye and they left. Fifteen minutes later, a helicopter landed twenty yards away. Sahar and I moved all the supplies to the waiting bird as soon as the blades slowed to a stop. It took about thirty minutes to get everything on board and stowed. Sahar and I climbed on board and strapped in.

******

The island Joshua owned was about 75 miles south of Nassau, and approximately 15 miles east of the island group known as Andros. It was small, a little over a mile long East to West and a mile North to South. Big enough to have contained the training camp, far enough away from everything not to have disturbed anyone.

We were standing in the sand with our supplies piled around us as the helicopter flew off, headed back to Florida. The mock-up of Mahmoud's headquarters was in front of us. It wasn't an amazing replica, being rough, but I still felt my heart racing as I looked at it.

"Out of the guard's quarters, the basement with the dark rooms and branding room, and Mahmoud's quarters, where were you least afraid?" Sahar asked.

Mahmoud's was definitely the worst. Every time I went there, something bad happened. The other two were bad, but I was having trouble deciding which was worse. The dark rooms weren't pleasant; I was often cold and afraid, and hearing the critters skittering on the floor had been bad, not knowing what they were or if they'd try to take a bite out of me. The guard quarters usually resulted in some hard fucking, frequently to my bruised and bloody ass. I associated it more with pain than fear.

"I guess the guard's quarters," I said.

"Then that's the first place we're going to live. You're responsible for moving all of our stuff in there, making a presentable sleep area, then I'll start explaining the rules to you."

I moved all of our gear and groceries into the structure. I saw that the supplies included an assault rifle, an automatic pistol and lots of Sahar's knives. Was she expecting trouble or was this just Sahar being Sahar? Every time I stepped into the building, I felt myself shivering as I did so. It wasn't an exact facsimile, but it was close enough to spark the association with Mahmoud's facility. Entering it again took every bit of strength I possessed to move one foot in front of the other. While I did this, Sahar used the ax and started chopping up a part of the building I didn't associate with bad things. Mostly, she started taking down the guard towers towards the back of the building, trying to maintain the appearance as Mahmoud's.

With the lumber she liberated from the structure, she built a fire in the sand in front of the building. Then Sahar and I had to dig a latrine, a hole in the ground with a log over the top we could sit over when doing our business. The hole was deep enough it would last for a week or so. Every time we used it, we'd put a little sand over our waste so it wouldn't draw flies or smell too bad. Our latrine wasn't too close to our sleeping quarters and about fifty yards from the ocean.

I asked her about toilet paper and she said we didn't have toilet paper. After using the facilities, we had to go into the water and wash ourselves that way. Sahar went into our supplies, found some food and put it together in the pans Luke had provided to cook with, stirring it to keep the bottom from scorching.

While she cooked, I finished stowing all of our stuff away and joined her.

"I wanted to get a fire started before dark," Sahar said, "as I want to save the lanterns and flashlights for emergencies. We'll be going to bed at dusk and getting up with the sun. You'll be responsible for gathering the wood and chopping it up and keeping the fire supplied from now on. In fact, you'll be doing most of the work. When you aren't working, you'll be running or swimming. I'm going to work you every day until you drop. I might try supplementing our diet with fresh fish, but I'll need to make myself a spear first. I'll do some running with you, but not as much as you will. Consider this a contribution to your future Iron Man competitions. You won't have much to do except work."

"Beginning tomorrow, I'm going to spank you three times a day, beginning with fifty each time. You can moan, groan, cry, sob, squirm, whatever you want, except beg. If you beg for anything during your three spankings, whether it's to be fucked or drink piss or eat shit or to stop spanking you, you'll have failed. You won't get to masturbate that night. If you manage fifty satisfactorily, you get to cum and the next day is sixty, same rules. If you beg for anything during the sixty, you go back to fifty and you won't get to masturbate until you get through fifty and back up to sixty again. There is no regressing."