My Descent Into Slavery Ch 11

Four couples get married on Maui. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian and group sex. There are no STD's or COVID in my fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. Any remaining mistakes, remain mine.

My Descent into Slavery and Eventual Resurrection, Ch 11

Maui Marriages

Apikalia was back at eight the next morning. We were dressed when she arrived so she wouldn't even think sex might be involved in her job. Hannah got her on the payroll.

"You're getting a ten thousand advance on your salary," Hannah said. "We'll take a thousand a month out until it's paid back in ten months. Ange, take this young woman out for clothes, the works. As soon as she's properly dressed, we can put her to work."

"Of course. Come along, Apikalia. We have a car waiting outside." Angelique took her hand and led her out the door.

The poor girl looked gobsmacked, still not believing this was happening to her. Master had already called the resort management and told them he was hiring her and to find a replacement.

Sahar and I had to come up with the lines we wanted to say to each other at our wedding. We spent the morning doing that, dressed, unfortunately, as we didn't know when Apikalia would return.

Deciding what I wanted to say was easy. Deciding how I wanted to say it, was much harder. I had no idea if Sahar was struggling with her vows as much as I was. I didn't even know if she was writing them in English. Writing in Arabic might be much easier for her. We were sitting across from one another, not next to each other. I'd look up from my paper and look at her, intent on her own words. Roberta came in around half past ten.

"How do you want your hair done tomorrow?" Roberta asked. "Do you want a haircut or do you want to leave it long?"

I hadn't cut my hair in four months. It had grown substantially from the way I kept it on the ship, and for most of my college life.

"Sahar, I'll defer to your wishes, love. Do you want my hair the way it was, or longer like it is now?"

"I fell in love with you with short hair, but I've grown to like the long look. Perhaps just even it up a little, but keep it long."

"There you have it. What time are you doing our hair? And for that matter, who's doing all the others' hair?"

"I'm doing you, Sahar and Miranda. I'm doing Miranda at ten, you at eleven and Sahar after lunch. Angelique is doing Hibbah and Fatima, hair and makeup. You saw how great she made Fatima when she showed up for dinner that time. Francesca and Belle are having theirs done at the resort salon. They're both used to outside salons anyway since they aren't on the ship all the time. I think everyone else is doing their own hair except for Evelyn and Regina. They're having theirs done by the resort too."

"That's because Bill can afford it."

"Yeah. I looked at their prices. I couldn't afford to have my hair done there."

"I should have Angelique do my makeup too. I never really wore much before, but wedding pictures last forever. I'll ask her when she gets back."

Almost as I spoke, Angelique and Apikalia were arriving. Apikalia was wearing a sky blue skirt, white blouse, navy blue blazer, red neck scarf, mocha stockings and two inch heels.

I stood up. "Apikalia, we haven't been properly introduced before. My name is Beth Wilson. This is my fiancée, Sahar Hafeez. Sahar is also my bodyguard. This is my friend, Roberta, who's going to be doing my hair tomorrow before the wedding. The fat, pregnant woman is my very dear friend and Joshua's wife, the Honorable Miranda Ward-Greenbriar, US Congresswoman from North Carolina."

"Wait until you get pregnant and see how I insult you," Miranda said, laughing.

I laughed with her. "I can hardly wait. The taller blonde is my friend Francesca Rawlins, who works in the Congresswoman's home office in North Carolina, and her fiancée is the shorter, brown haired woman. They're also getting married tomorrow. You've met Hannah, Angelique and Mr. Greenbriar. For whatever it's worth, Hannah and Angelique are also married, if Ange hadn't told you already. Hannah is Mr. Greenbriar's personal assistant or PA. She'll also be one of my bridesmaids tomorrow. Angelique is a model.

"Angelique, I was wondering if you could work your makeup magic on me before the wedding tomorrow. I'm a plain Jane who's never learned the finer points of makeup, since college students like me don't worry about looking attractive."

"Be happy to. Give me about thirty minutes before you put your dress on."

"Sahar, you want in on this too. Angelique is the pro when it comes to looking gorgeous."

"Please and thank you," Sahar said.

"Once it's on, no kissing until the ceremony," Angelique warned us.

"Damn, it's hard keeping my lips to myself around my honey." I smiled at her. "Especially those other lips." The others tittered at my statement.

"Why don't we all eat," Master said. "We need to be at rehearsal by one. Apikalia, you're welcome to dine with us."

******

The rehearsal was hurried due to the wedding to follow. The resort had a special activities director, one of whose functions was to manage weddings. Because we had four couples, ours was a little unwieldy and cumbersome. We mostly followed the instructions of the director. The judge wasn't there, but he'd been given a list of the names of all the happy couples and the order they'd be married in, so to speak. Despite ours being the first wedding announced, we'd be the last to be pronounced wife and wife.

Apikalia was taking copious notes, listening intently to everything the SA director was saying and the order in which things were to be done and where the flowers were to be placed. I asked for a Unity candle and no one knew what I was talking about.

"It's just a very pretty, large sized candle and Sahar and I have to light this candle together, with two tapers. It symbolizes taking the two flames that were our lives before and making it a single flame, burning as one."

Apikalia added it to her list.

"You know," Sahar quietly said, "we'll never be a single flame. There will always be other people in our lives."

"I know, Sahar. And I'll never minimize the affect that they'll have in our lives. But there will only be one I unite with in marriage. Only you. I'm granting you that part of my life no one else will ever have. I may love others, have sex with others, but I chose you to marry, and I'll never regret that choice. I hope you never regret marrying me either, and all the wild stuff we'll do, we'll do together, as partners."

"When you put it that way; where do I sign up?"

"Right here." I pointed to my lips. "By affixing your lips to mine right now, you sign up for a lifetime."

"Do I have to use tongue?" Sahar asked.

"It's not a requirement, just a perk."

Sahar slipped me some tongue. Lots of tongue. For quite some time.

"Get a room," Jìngyi said.

"We've got a room, and I think my two bridesmaids should share it with us tonight. What do you think, Sahar?"

"Sounds like some of that wild stuff you were just promising me."

"I can't slip anything past you. What do you say Jìngyi, Hannah? Ladies night tonight? Four ex-slaves reminding each other we don't really need a dick to have a good time?"

"Sounds nice," Jìngyi said. "I'm in."

"Count me in too," Hannah said.

"Sounds like a party," I said.

******

I talked to Doctor Sadiq with Sahar after our rehearsal. Felicity was with him and we went down to the beach. We occupied a couple lounges, the doctor and Felicity on one and Sahar and me on the other. We could converse quietly without having to shout. Doctor Sadiq first wanted to ask me how I was conditioned to be a sex slave.

"Are you sure you want Felicity to hear this. It isn't very pleasant. It might make her ill."

"I leave it to you, Felicity. I would like you to know that true slavery is nothing like we do and you are living a fantasized version of it, but I won't insist you listen," Dr. Sadiq said.

"Sir, I would like to know what was done to our friend, as hard as it may be to listen to it."

I told them everything that was done to me from my capture to my rescue. The constant rapes, the spankings, being made to beg to avoid the punishments, the dark rooms and isolation, the eating or drinking of excrement or urine, being made to beg for that as well, the scars left by the stingray barb which required cosmetic surgery; explaining everything in excruciating detail.

Both of my listeners grew a little green around the gills, swallowing rapidly when their bile wanted to rise. Felicity was crying when I finished, though she managed to hold her lunch down. While his tears never spilled over, Dr. Sadiq had watery eyes as well.

"Was your slave training similar to this, Sahar?" Dr. Sadiq asked.

"Very similar in the training. I didn't fight as hard as Beth did to start. Our trainers didn't use a stingray barb. They used a single tail whip. Everything got worse after I was sold."

"And you know what happened to her?" he asked me.

"She shared details with me. I already knew what happened, in general, as Schultz said he was going to do the same to me, and Congresswoman Ward-Greenbriar when he captured her. As you heard last night, he was planning to take Miranda at a Human Trafficking Conference in Geneva. I won't speak of Sahar's captivity, not even if we were alone. It was truly horrible."

"Worse than what you went through?" Felicity asked.

"There are much worse things than what I went through, Felicity," I replied. "There are no upper limits as to how heinous a person can be if he or she is truly evil. I would have killed myself at the earliest opportunity if I went through what Sahar did. The fact she survived it and has started to open her heart again is a bloody miracle."

"How did you survive?" Felicity asked.

"I'm not sure you could call my life survival. I was dead inside, ready to kill myself. The only thing that kept me going was a desire to kill Schultz. He was my first owner. Once he was dead, I would have ended my life, if Beth hadn't started a small seed of love growing inside of me."

"What did you do to break your conditioning?"

We told them of Sahar's plan and how hard it was for me to go through three hard spankings every day and not beg for something. The small reward if I managed to get through it, and how we'd go back to the beginning if I broke. Recreating my stay at Mahmoud's in terms of the dark rooms, the guard's rooms, and finally having to stay in Mahmoud's room, while undergoing my reconditioning.

"So in effect, using a spanking to make you beg was changed into a spanking where no amount of begging would make it stop and you would only be rewarded if you never begged," Dr. Sadiq said.

"Essentially, that combined with intense physical exercise to break down my stress, make me physically stronger, and recreate the exhaustion and subliminal conditioning I underwent by being fucked even in my sleep during my 72 hour continuous rape. I'm still not at a hundred percent, but traditional counseling might be of more benefit at this point, which brings up a separate issue. I know I still need help. Can I serve as the group leader for the others in my current state? I need treatment as much or more than they do. Do we need to find another psychologist to lead us? I'm sure I'll still be subject to episodes of PTSD. Sahar still is, with the right trigger."

"It would probably be best if someone else observed you leading the group for several sessions to see if you can continue to function as group leader. Can Dr. Kline do this?"

"Not anymore. We've had sex. He can't be my therapist."

"As your professor?" Dr. Sadiq was shocked.

"No, sir. All my classes were finished, my thesis topic had been approved, and he isn't the approval source of my doctorate. Dr. Kline was shocked when he learned I'd become Joshua's permanent submissive. He came aboard the ship with his wife to see if I were suffering from Stockholm's Syndrome or some other mental health malfunction. And while he was checking in on me, we started freeing slaves and he was the first one to start working with them. He determined there wasn't anything wrong with me, and similar to Felicity discovering she's submissive, Dr. Kline's wife, Oliva, found that she is too. This extends back to her early adulthood, where she'd attended a BDSM club with a former boyfriend and enjoyed what happened to her there. The survey I developed, helped determine that Dr. Kline is a Dominant, though he's suppressed it his entire life.

"They became a Dominant/submissive couple and we engaged in sex as such, with Master's approval. At that point, he was not acting as either a teacher, or my therapist, but seeing we've now had sex, he can't act as my therapist either. That would be unprofessional. Would it be possible for you to remain with us until we reach the West Coast? You could work with me, and ensure I could lead my ex-slave group."

"How long would it take to get to the West Coast?"

"At normal cruising speed, six to seven days, sir, I imagine, depending on where they're headed," I said.

"Master, could we?" Felicity asked.

"I've got my own patients I need to see, including the slaves discovered in London."

"Who's seeing your other patients now, sir?" I asked.

"A colleague I trust."

"Also Muslim, sir?" I asked.

"Jewish, actually." He smiled.

"Perhaps he could continue seeing them for another week for a good cause." I paused. "If you did come with us, sir, I should tell you that I intend returning to my original status aboard the ship, a naked slave. I would dress professionally for groups. Others may or may not be naked, including the Congresswoman, who intends to sail with Master. I don't know how you feel about your wife seeing others who are naked."

"Any men?"

"We do have two male submissives, sir. I don't know if their Dominants would require them to be nude or not. Obviously, as submissives, they would never bother your wife without permission."

"Would you be having public sex?"

"That could be toned down, sir. You could either be warned ahead of time, or certain parts of the ship are sometimes placed off limits. For instance, the main deck spa is sometimes made women only so the women can use it without being spied upon. They sometimes do the same with the top deck spa, though that holds fewer people."

"Perhaps you should check with Joshua before extending this offer."

"I'll speak to him later, sir."

"Thank you for speaking to me."

"You're welcome, sir," I said.

******

Lars and Aüne were also enjoying the beach, the water much warmer than in Norway. When they saw us get up to leave Mahdi and Felicity, they moved over to us.

"Making a date for later?" Lars asked.

"Doctor Sadiq is a devout Muslim and the penalty for adultery in Islam is stoning to death. No dates with them."

Lars and Aüne looked at each other. "Glad I'm not Muslim. Have you considered my request to fuck you?" Lars asked.

"I have, and I definitely would be open to it. I'll need to verify permission with my Master first. Let me text him. I don't' know where he is right now."

"Good."

I sent a text to Master asking if he had a problem with me fucking Lars. He said it was up to me whether I fucked Lars or not.

"It's a go. Let's go back to my residence."

We were walking along the beach as it was the quickest way to our unit as anything else, since we had beach access.

Lars asked me, "Would Sahar really hurt me if I was rough with her?"

"Sahar, you want to field that question?"

"Probably, yes. I never had good sexual experiences before. Rough sex would probably remind me of when I was a slave and I'd react negatively."

"But you're so small compared to me."

"Lars, don't let her size fool you. For nine months, Sahar did nothing but train to kill and defend herself in every way imaginable for twelve to eighteen hours a day from people who were former special forces operators. One of the tools she practiced on, a Hogan's Alley like video game, was designed to train teams of men to clear a building. She's the only one who ever cleared it on her own. I've personally seen her kill seven men, most of them in the most horrible ways you can imagine. I know she killed others, some of whom she tortured to death. We're both relatively sick people. It's under control, partly because she listens to me. Don't test her. She will hurt you."

Lars looked at her a little like Reynard did. Hopefully, it wouldn't affect his erections.

We were about halfway back when two big men approached us. I let go of Sahar's hand. Since they didn't have name tags, let's call them Huey and Dewey.

"Mr. Cargill would like to see you. Please come with us." Huey grabbed my hand.

The other one, Dewey, was reaching for Sahar, but Lars grabbed his hand before it reached her. It wouldn't have made a difference anyway. Sahar had her gun out, just like that.

"If you don't release her arm instantly, I'm going to blow your kneecap off."

He let go of my arm like it was a hot stove. The other guy might have made a move towards his own gun. She swiveled the 9mm to him. "Don't try my fucking patience. If you have a firearm, drop it on the ground now. You too, shitface." She pointed halfway in between the two men.

They both dropped their guns in the sand.

"Lars," Sahar said. "Why don't you toss those two firearms into the Pacific Ocean."

Lars picked up both guns and threw them both about 150 feet out in the water. Sahar kept her eyes on our two, in case they had more than one.

"I don't know any Mr. Cargill, and there's no way I'm going anywhere with you," I said. "If I were you, I'd tell Mr. Cargill to blow it out his ass. You don't know who you're fucking with and the hell that will rain down on you if you continue to fuck with me or my fiancée. The last seven people who messed with us got their cock and balls cut off and jammed down their throats, then their bodies fed to the sharks. If you want the next people that happens to, to be you, keep doing Mr. Cargill's bidding. That's the last warning you get. The next time, you're dead. You have my permission to kill either of them if you ever see them again, Sahar, no warning."

"Be my pleasure." She looked like a stone cold killer. Her eyes had that dead look she always used to have, before I put a light in it.

Ethan and Rafael came walking up. "Need any help, ladies."

"Not really," I said. "Sahar had it handled."

"And without any more broken arms, I see," Ethan said.

"These two came closer to dying. If you want to help, why don't you spend about five minutes showing these two the error of their ways. You don't have to break anything."

"Aye, aye," Ethan said. "Come along lads. You almost died twice over. There's a Marine sniper on that ship out there that was aching to squeeze that fucking trigger. You bit off way more than you can chew; way more. You're lucky we were in a good mood, big wedding day and all tomorrow. So all you get is a few bumps and bruises for your trouble. Your boss isn't going to be as fortunate. He pissed off the wrong people."

The two guys got duck walked off the beach. I waved out to the yacht, wondering which sniper it was, probably Henry, since Roberta as here earlier.

"Does this kind of thing happen very often with you two?" Aüne asked.

"Too often," I said.

"Not often enough," Sahar said. I laughed. She was probably telling the truth. I don't think she minded violence with the right assholes.

"We think this is related to something that happened a few days ago. Some anti-gay bigot accosted us on the beach pretty close to this spot and told us to get off it because dykes weren't allowed on his beach. We both took offense. I insulted his manhood and his sexual preferences, then walked right at him. He took a swing at me; Sahar broke his arm. Master recorded the whole incident on his phone and he got arrested for starting the fight by swinging at me. He probably told whoever, maybe this Cargill guy, it was a couple of lesbians who did it. They were taking photos of all the women who were with other women yesterday. I guess they figured out it was us."