My Descent Into Slavery Ch 13

In this chapter, Marilyn really begins her slut training. Beth touches base with her slave group, both individually, and in group, to see where they are. She learns something new about Maahnoor and Ateefah. Joshua agrees to allow Sahar to peg him. This chapter contains oral sex, lesbian sex, anal sex, group sex, public masturbation. There is no COVID or STD's in my fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance, all mistakes remain mine.

My Descent into Slavery and Eventual Resurrection, Ch 13

Ship's Slut

"Might I discuss what you're doing with Mrs. Hoover, Beth?" Dr. Sadiq asked, Felicity beside him.

"Of course, Doctor. Will it be a lengthy conversation?"

"I'm not sure."

"Why don't we have a seat in the chair grouping near the spa then?"

He nodded and they followed me to the chairs.

"Is Mrs. Hoover a submissive?" Dr. Sadiq asked after we'd taken seats.

"I suspect she is, but I don't know. I haven't given her my survey yet."

"Then why are you treating her the way you are?"

"She asked me to." His eyebrows raised. "Marilyn has been very unhappy for a lengthy period of time. She divorced her husband when Francesca was three. They had engaged in some Dominant/submissive behavior together, which Marilyn admitted she'd enjoyed. She admitted to still loving him when she got divorced, but he'd asked her to have sex with another woman as part of their play. Due to her marriage and religious beliefs, she was offended that he'd asked her to do so and refused. She began to look at everything she'd done with him before as more sinful, even the things previously enjoyed. Feeling that these things were bad now and not wanting to expose her daughter to these activities, she divorced, moved away, began running Francesca's father down, and began living a life which was constrained sexually.

"When she dated other men, she was closed off sexually, would only have sex in the missionary position, in the dark, and wouldn't engage in sexual activities which she'd previously enjoyed. She began criticizing her women friends who did engage in those activities, calling them immoral. She raised Francesca strictly, attempting to control her. Francesca rebelled against this strict upbringing, and moved back in with her father.

"Essentially, since Francesca moved out, she's been alone, not dating, no friends, even female. The last time she had sex before attending the wedding was over three years ago. When invited to the wedding, she had nothing good to say about Belle, or the fact Francesca was marrying a woman. She was disappointed, to say the least. The same thing she'd rejected her beloved husband for, her daughter was now doing. Marilyn was angry and bitter. In the receiving line, she called me a disgusting slut, in a derogatory and demeaning tone, which seriously offended my wife.

"I called her a frigid, old hag, who hadn't even met her daughter-in-law, before rejecting her. Apparently, something I said struck a chord with her. She later had a good, long talk with Belle at the reception and realized she was a nice, young woman.

"On Sunday night, we were bothered by some busybody at the restaurant, who could have ruined Miranda's career. He was made to admit he was mistaken about what he'd seen and I stood on my chair, and in front of the whole room, told everyone what had happened to me and why I was the way I was. After hearing what had been done to me and how it has contributed to my promiscuity, she came over and apologized to me. I later went up to the table where she was talking to her ex-husband, and his current girlfriend, Theresa Layton, and Francesca, Belle, and Mistress Layton's submissives. I asked her if she wanted me to show her what having sex with a woman was like so she'd understand her daughter. She accepted my offer and both Sahar and I had sex with her. Before she left our residence, she asked Joshua if she could come back to the States with him so she could spend more time becoming acquainted with Belle, and reacquainted with Francesca.

"She said she had a secondary reason for doing so. She'd seen that despite what I'd been through, which is much worse than anything she'd experienced, I was still happy and able to find love with another person. That my sexual experiences hadn't seemed to negatively affect me, whereas her own life was lonely, miserable and without love. She asked me to make her a slut and teach her how to enjoy life. Yesterday, I told her what that life would consist of if she chose to accept it. She agreed to the terms of my slut training, and greatly enjoyed the testing I did to ensure she could endure my training. That's exactly what I'm doing to her."

"Do you think that's what she truly wants?"

"Marilyn was miserable and alone. She now regrets divorcing her husband, and living the life she's lived. She'd gone from someone who enjoyed a bit of submission, to someone who couldn't even have sex unless it was dark. She'd gone from someone who was a sexual being, to an asexual being because the thought of what she was now doing was sinful, and took it way too far in the opposite direction. There was no joy in her life anymore. I wouldn't wish that life on anyone. It may have satisfied what she thought was her morality, but did nothing else for her. She was sour, rude, and nasty.

"I know you don't accept much of what I do in my life, but you respect they are my choices. You don't criticize me for the way I live my life, and will help me to find a better balance between what I want, and what I am. I respect the way you want to live your life and the way you treat others. I had no respect for the way she treated her daughter and Belle. I think it very possible that she's submissive herself and went completely overboard trying to deny her own feelings of submission. She needs better balance in her life. Perhaps she's going too far in the other direction, but at least she can know if it's better than what she had, which totally denied her own sexuality. This is what she asked for, and I intend to let her live it until she knows it's not for her."

"I see. Would you have any objection to my speaking with her?"

"Doctor, you make it sound as if she's my captive, or something. You don't need my permission to speak with her. She's free to do as she likes." He nodded.

"Beth, may I say that you look a lot stronger and even more fit than when I last saw you naked," Felicity said.

"Part of Sahar's treatment, was to work me very hard. It's part of what helped her. My skin graft surgery and recovery made me take it easy for several weeks in order for the grafts to heal. She's ready to start working my 'lazy ass' again. We plan on doing the same to Marilyn. She doesn't feel attractive because she hasn't had sex in so long and lacks self confidence. Sahar intends to make her lose weight and tighten and tone up, so she feels better about herself."

"Would it be okay if I worked out with you?"

"Do you have exercise clothes with you? I'm sure your husband doesn't want you exercising the way Marilyn and I will be exercising, essentially, only with sport's bras, and nothing else."

"I don't," she said softly.

Sahar had joined us a few minutes ago and heard our conversation. "I have some things which should fit her," she said. "They might be a little tight on her, but if she wore a large loose t-shirt over, it should be modest enough to satisfy Dr. Sadiq."

"Please, sir. I'd like to try. I live quite a sedentary lifestyle and could use the work to get into better shape."

"You realize that one week is not going to do much," Sahar said. "One week is just a start. You'll need to continue working out when you return to England, or you're just wasting your time. I anticipate working with Marilyn for several months. I don't think she's going to leave the ship when Francesca does."

"You think she's going to enjoy this life?" Dr. Sadiq asked.

Sahar laughed. "You didn't see how she responded to being treated as a slut on our sightseeing tour yesterday. She's a slave waiting to happen. She may be even sluttier than Beth, and that's damn difficult."

"Would you continue exercising after you return home?" Dr. Sadiq said. "Otherwise, I won't give you permission."

"Yes, Master, I will, or you may punish me for my disobedience."

"Are you a submissive too, Felicity?" Sahar asked. "I don't see a collar."

"I am. I very seldom wear my collar outside of my home. Master accepted my submission to him after your visit to London. We make sure nothing we do is haram. I have a belly chain I wear as my Master's symbol. It is not as conspicuous under my clothes."

"I suppose we have Beth to thank for that?" Sahar said.

"Hey," I said, "I'm not responsible for everything sexual that happens around me."

"Beth is right. I felt submissive before, but didn't believe I could approach my husband about my needs until she gave me the confidence to ask."

"We'll be starting exercise tomorrow, first thing after breakfast. There's a safety briefing shortly. I'll give you the exercise clothes after the briefing if your Master has no objections."

"I have no objections," Doctor Sadiq said. "Perhaps I'll watch you exercise for awhile."

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Marilyn was at the safety briefing with both Francesca and Belle, since it had been awhile since those two had been aboard ship as well. We all paid close attention. I thought Fatima did a great job going over everything. I was so proud of her.

Sahar gave Felicity the workout clothes. "If the good Doctor doesn't have a large enough t-shirt to cover yourself with, I can ask one of the big lads on the ship to lend you one," Sahar said. "Art and Jake are especially big, and you should swim in one of their shirts."

"Thank you."

From the briefing, we went to dinner in the dining room, where Marilyn and I were the only naked ones except for Delphine, who was serving. I couldn't sit in Master's lap due to Marilyn's presence. Even Doctor Sadiq and Felicity knew of Master's Dominance of Miranda and his three other slaves. The dining room wasn't big enough for the freed slaves to sit with us anymore, especially now that several were married. Fatima was there, but only because she was married to Edgar, the security department head. Dinner was often a place where the ship's business was discussed. The Captain and Lynn were there, as was Leo, Ethan, Pierre, Hannah and Angelique, Master, Miranda, Francesca, Belle and Doctor and Mrs. Sadiq. I was seated next to Miranda, with Dr. Sadiq and Felicity opposite us. Sahar was next to me and Hannah next to Felicity. Master was too savvy to have anyone seated next to Felicity but her husband and another woman.

"Welcome to our table, Dr. Sadiq, Felicity," Master said. "Have you discussed when you're going to hold your first group with Beth, Doctor?"

"Not yet."

"I would like everyone to get their feet under them, sir," I said. "I haven't really had a chance to discuss things with the group members to see where they are at the moment. I was hoping to get with each of them sometime tomorrow, then hold the group the following day. We can hold another two days later, and if Dr. Sadiq still feels it necessary, two more days after that. I know Hibbah was hoping that Doctor Sadiq could hypnotize her now that she's married. She wants to do what Maahnoor did and restrict her desires for sex towards people other than her husband. I was thinking he could do that tomorrow when I have my chat with her. It might also give him some time to work with me on an individual basis. That would be in the afternoon. I know Sahar wants me back in the gym working out again. I thought we could do that in the morning. Mrs. Sadiq was hoping to exercise with us."

Master looked at me like he thought I was going to seduce Felicity. Not that she wouldn't be a total delight in bed, but I couldn't do that to a marriage.

"What other business do we have?" Master asked.

"When we get to Los Angeles, I've arranged for Fatima to take the test for her Captain's License," Captain Amundsen said. "I'm going to work her hard until we get there, but I believe she's ready."

Fatima was stunned. "Really, sir."

"When's the last time I had to correct anything you did?"

"When we were passing through the Malay Straits, Captain."

"Like three months ago. You're sharp, crisp, have good command of the bridge, know the ship forward and back. The last tricky bit you have is going to be the Puget Sound sailing into Seattle. You've earned your chance, Fatima. Now passing the test doesn't mean you get your license. To get your Master Near Coastal license, you need 720 days, or two years at sea. You'll have roughly a year when you take the test, but you'll have the requisite time at sea before your test expires. Eight hours is considered a day at sea. You'll have the requisite time for a 100 ton license. All of your time doesn't have to be on a vessel this big, so we can get you out on the water in smaller vessels even when we're not cruising in this ship anymore."

"I can't believe it, Captain. Thank you."

Edgar gave Fatima a big kiss..

"Leo, I know you have something for us," Master said.

"Aye, aye, sir. Beth, Sahar, Francesca, Belle and Doctor and Mrs. Sadiq will need to report to the Helo deck at 2000 hours for a sightseeing tour. I recommend some type of cool weather clothes for a trip in the helicopter at some altitude."

"Excuse me, Leo, but what types of sights can we see after dark?" I asked.

"That will be obvious once we get there," Leo said. "I do know that you'll enjoy it."

It was a lovely meal except for the fact I didn't get to eat it in Master's lap. Sahar and I couldn't help but express affection for one another. As she had my naked body to work with, that included her playing with my breasts, primarily, and my pussy once, as she gave me an orgasm. What the hell; I was trying to demonstrate being a slut for Marilyn. I knew all the men had an erection. Even Dr. Sadiq was surreptitiously trying to adjust his pants. From what I could tell, all the women's nipples were stiff and puckered. Marilyn's were easy to see, as were Delphine's. A few of the women didn't have bras, and they were relatively easy to spot as well. The rest had to be guessed at. Even Miranda had a maternity bra on to capture leakage and help support her milk filled breasts.

The meal was over and the table was starting to be cleared. Marilyn was sitting there kind of buzzed because I'd hinted she'd be doing something after the meal.

"Marilyn, start masturbating, please," I said.

She barely hesitated, but then started touching herself, her nipples growing harder in the process. It didn't take her long to start moaning.

Master got into the act. "I'm thinking of a number between one and a hundred. For those of you wishing to participate, guess a number. The one who guesses closest to my number will get an orgasm courtesy of Marilyn Hoover via oral sex." Marilyn orgasmed, noisily. Master smiled. "I've got the number. I'm assuming Dr. Sadiq and Felicity won't be guessing. Hannah?"

"Thirty-seven."

"Angelique?"

"Eighty-four."

Master went around the table and among the servers. Everyone else but the Sadiqs participated except Fatima, Edgar, Sahar, me and Miranda. After everyone guessed who was going to, had guessed, Master announced the winning number.

"The winning number was sixty-two," Master said. "Delphine guessed fifty-nine and Al guessed sixty-five, both of them are three from the winner. I guess Marilyn will have to pleasure both of them."

Marilyn spasmed again. I got up and whispered in her ear. "Have you ever had sex with a black man before?"

She looked at Al and shook her head. I whispered again. "There's a first time for everything, just like licking your first pussy. Despite what you might have heard, not all black men are hung like a horse. Al is only a little bigger than average. You'll do fine." She nodded and shivered. Louder, I said, "You can stop masturbating now, Marilyn. Good slut."

Marilyn said, "I'm so close to another orgasm. May I please cum first."

"I'm not your Mistress. You can do whatever you want." She shivered through another orgasm, moaning louder. "Felicity, Dr. Sadiq, you don't need to witness this. Why don't we go down to the nursery. I haven't properly been introduced to the two baby members of our crew. One of the mothers should be there, perhaps her husband as well. It will give me an opportunity to speak to both of them and catch up."

They nodded and with Sahar, we went down to our makeshift nursery. Ateefah was there, breast feeding a baby, a girl if the pink clothes indicated anything. James was changing the diaper on a boy. That was obvious without his diaper on.

"Whose child is this, Ateefah?" I asked.

"This is our daughter, Maira, Beth. I just fed Maahnoor's and Henry's son, Sadi. James is changing his diaper now."

"Your daughter is beautiful, Ateefah, like her mother. Is she healthy?"

"Yes, praise Allah."

"I'm sorry I could not be there for the birth."

"We know, Beth. Dr. Sadiq, welcome. Thank you for coming. Do you know if Beth will be taking over our groups again?"

"That's one of the reasons I'm here. How are you and James doing?"

"Not bad, sir. James is a good husband and father. I was blessed to find someone who could love me after my slavery. Every day, he shows me how much."

"Is this switching off working for you?" I asked.

"It works well. It's probably the only way we'd get sleep. The day it's our duty to care for the little ones is very busy. They sleep a lot, but never at the same time, or at the time you want. Our day off, we can catch up on our sleep. They are both good babies though."

"Are you considering having another child? One of James'?" I asked.

"I consider Maira my child, Beth," James said. "It isn't important we have another child so soon. In a way, Sadi is almost our child as well, since we help care for him. We have time for more children. There's no rush."

"I'm glad, James. It's a healthy attitude, and one which speaks to a strong marriage."

"Beth, may I ask a question?" James said, finishing up the diaper and picking Sadi up to hold him.

"Of course, may I hold Sadi, please?"

James handed me Sadi and asked, "The four of us have talked about getting a house together, and continuing to raise the children in one household. What do you think of that idea?"

"Why do you want to?" I asked.

"Together, we could get a nicer place. We could continue raising the children like we are, taking turns. It's worked out well and we get along together. Is it workable?"

"I can see some potential problems, which may or may not come to pass. Every time people live together, they have to make compromises in order to avoid conflict. Two people only have to compromise with one other person. With four people, you make compromises with three other people, three times as many, which increases the risk of conflict threefold. How do you divide up the chores? The finances? The cooking? At the moment, it's only the children because you're not responsible for each others living quarters. Let's say Henry is less tidy than you are. Does Ateefah clean up for him because it's her day to do housework, or does he or Maahnoor clean up after him? That's one issue, which cuts across every aspect of living together.

"Next is the issue of privacy. Even if you have two Master bedrooms, where you can go to get away from each other, do you, James, sit around in your underwear watching football on Sunday, even though Maahnoor is in the house. If Henry and Maahnoor get frisky in the kitchen while she's cleaning it, do you and Ateefah watch, do you tell them to go to their room, or do you go to your room to give them privacy? If Ateefah gets up in the middle of the night to get some water from the kitchen and is wearing nothing, or night clothes and Henry is up late watching the news, is it okay if Henry sees your wife like this?