Beth begins rejoining society, beginning with her first Mistress on her horse ranch. She reveals a surprise. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, interracial and group sex, including threesomes and foursomes. There is no COVID or STD's in my fantasy world. Many thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance.
My Descent into Slavery and Eventual Resurrection, Ch 6 - Mistress Layton's
"You're so big," I said, kissing Miranda. "You look absolutely gorgeous pregnant. I'm so happy for you."
"How are you doing?" Miranda asked.
"Much, much better," I said. "Sahar helped me a lot, though it was difficult. I'll tell you later, but I have to greet everyone else." I moved down to Francesca and greeted her with a passionate kiss. "I haven't seen you for months, Francesca. How are you doing?"
"Much better than you, I heard."
"It's been rough. I won't lie to you, but I feel I'm coming out of it, slowly but surely." I turned to her submissive. "Belle, you're looking so good and happy. I can't wait to spend some time with you."
"I am happy," Belle admitted. "My life is very good at the moment."
Next I hugged Mistress Layton, Gloria, Ranger and Luke, sharing a passionate kiss with each of them, using a little tongue each time.
"Are you truly feeling better now," Mistress Layton said, "or do you still have issues you need to address?"
"I'm sure I'll always have some issues, Mistress. But compared to how I was before, I'm doing much better. I don't feel broken anymore. I feel able to live my life again."
I moved down to Frank, standing there, slightly behind Mistress Layton.
"Frank, good to see you again. How surprised were you when you found out Francesca was a switch?"
"Not too much," he said smiling at his daughter. "She showed evidence of both if you knew what to look for."
"How are things going between you and Mistress? You haven't reignited your rivalry, have you?" I teased.
"Not a bit," he said, clasping her hand. "We're doing very well."
"I'm so happy for you. You know, the young woman with me could probably beat me in a pony race, but if you tried to turn her into a pony, she'd probably kill you, so it's a good thing you've toned down your rivalry."
He laughed and squeezed Mistress Layton's hand again. "We still have races, but the penalties aren't nearly so severe."
Professor Kline was next, standing with his wife, Oliva. I hugged them both fiercely. They'd been like surrogate parents when I was in school. "I'd like to talk to you about what Sahar did with me, Professor, at some point in the next couple days. I don't know if it would be good in every freed slave's circumstances, and might depend upon where they are in the healing process, but it helped me a great deal, so there may be some value there for others as well."
"I'm looking forward to it."
I moved down to Chantelle and Sam. "What in God's name are you doing here?" I asked. "Chantelle, you look ready to pop."
"I am ready to pop," Chantelle said. "We came to Florida because Marcia always liked the Ob/Gyn she had here and my parents wanted to be here for the delivery, so we decided to meet halfway. We came up here to see you when we found out you were going to be here."
"How did you find out? Did Master tell you?"
"No, LuAnn heard from Miranda she was going to be here and why. She told Li-Li, who told my parents, who told us. LuAnn wanted to see Miranda anyway, so here we are. I want to introduce you to Sam's wife, Marcia, the other love of my life."
"Marcia, I'm so happy to meet you. I heard so much about you. Chantelle told me you were beautiful, but her words didn't do you justice. I'm flummoxed. I feel like I'm looking at a model, not a police officer."
"They told me about you, too. They said you were perhaps the very best at oral sex they've ever experienced and considering all we've experienced, that was quite the complement. We were very distressed to hear what happened to you, Beth. It sounded brutal."
"It was. At first, I believed I was ruined. I came close to taking my own life, I was so despondent. Nothing felt like it was ever going to be the same again. But I'm doing much better now. I'll introduce you to the architect of my recovery in a moment. I need to say hi to Henri and Simone, Li-Li and LuAnn, first."
"You go right ahead," Sam said. "I know you have a lot of friends to greet."
I warmly greeted Simone, Henri, Liza and LuAnn, all of whom had played a part in my adventures with Master. They were like old friends now, all of them finding their own Dominance or submission after meeting me, though in Simone's case, it was finding she could submit to her husband.
Finished with all of my greetings, I found Sahar, standing there with a wistful look on her face. I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her.
"For those of you who don't know her, I'd like to introduce you to Sahar. Sahar was one of the first slaves we freed, one of five held in Rio de Janeiro. She was a slave for four years, longer than any of the others. She was also enslaved more brutally than any other slave. She went through what was planned for me. Once I knew what that was, I wondered how she survived her own slavery. Even though it didn't happen to me, I knew I couldn't have survived it. I had to find a way to end my own life before it happened. With just the things they did do to me, I was ready to kill myself.
"Miranda knows I almost threw myself off the ship because I felt totally fucked up. If anyone were to spank me or threaten me with punishment, I would beg for them to fuck me, or beg them to shit or piss in my mouth. I would do anything to keep that from being punished again. I felt I was going to be a slave, not only to my Master, but to anyone who ordered me to do something.
"Somehow, Sahar survived her own slavery, and dedicated herself to doing what she could to become stronger, and deadly to those who would prey upon women. Day and night, she worked to become stronger, physically and mentally. She played an instrumental role in finding where I was being held, rescuing me and seeing justice done to my captors. If you have questions about what she did, you can ask Ranger, who also dropped everything in his life, and came to rescue me. He witnessed it.
"After I was rescued, and we were waiting to be taken from that place, Sahar told me that she loved me and had started having sex with men again so that she could spend more time with me. She knew women who were willing to have sex with my Master, got to spend time in his bed with his slaves. She'd told me when we first rescued her, she would never have sex with a man again, even though to a Muslim woman like her, lesbian sex was a sin.
"Despite this, she grew to love me enough that she was willing to break her own vow so she could be with me more frequently. What none of you know yet, is she's saved my life three times since then. Men, smugglers and possible slave traders themselves, came to our island three times to rape the women there and perhaps capture and sell us afterward. First, there were three men, who she drove off with only a knife. Then six more men arrived a second time, all belonging to a smuggling ring, after she warned them not to return. She killed five of those six, the two she'd warned before, were neutered before they died. She spared only one to warn everyone else to stay away.
A third time, ten more, five in each of two different boats on opposite sides of the island, hoping they could surprise us that way, one perhaps succeeding while perhaps she was dealing with the first. She had help the third time, because she knew she couldn't stay awake all the time. Our Marine sniper friend, Roberta, took out one boat and Sahar dealt with the other. Of those five, the two new men, who may not have been previously warned, she killed by shooting them in the head. They admitted to her they'd come to rape us, then possibly sell us afterwards. The three who'd been previously warned by the man she freed, she did what she'd promised to do if they returned, removed their manhood and let them bleed to death. The last one, the one who'd ignored the warning, killed the messenger, and led the rest to us, she did much worse to him.
"Not only did she protect me as I struggled to recover, she found an innovative way to treat me. Something that I, as a psychologist in training, never would have considered. She used the slavers own conditioning methods to deprogram me. Perhaps it was her own survival instincts with which she'd discovered to recover her own life, but it worked. She did it even though she knew I might hate her for it; despite telling me she loved me enough to have sex with men again. She knew she had to do it and did it anyway, even if it had negative consequences for herself.
