My Descent Into Slavery

In this chapter, the new slaves undergo further training and indoctrination, at The Woodshed and the pony farm. Malcom agrees that his wife, Frieda, can start fucking other men. A Chinese slave is freed at the Woodshed, and an investigator for the US Attorney's Office in Orlando, learns a lot. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, group, public sex and public masturbation. There is no STD's or COVID in my little fantasy world. My thanks to SteveFitt and JohnnyGalt for their assistance in editing.

My Descent into Slavery, Ch 25

Malcom Becomes a Willing Cuckold at the Pony Farm

I only had to get up once to take care of David, giving him a bottle and changing his diaper. When I finished, I left the baby monitor in Francesca's room. The rest of the house was quiet, and I went back to bed, snuggling with my honey.

After breakfast, Master went shopping with the two new slaves, Francesca and Belle; Sahar made arrangements to meet one of Smitty's guys in Ocala where Pedro worked, at 10:30. We took the Corvette, Sahar driving. It was about an hour's drive, but we left a little early to scope out the place. We could see Pedro working on a truck on the lift.

Smitty's guy found us by the car. His name was Buzz, God's honest truth, apparently after Buzz Aldrin, one of the astronauts on the first moon landing.

"Beth, Sahar, how are you?"

"Good, Buzz. Did Smitty tell you I'm in charge?"

"He did. How do you want to handle it?"

"We'll go up and ask for fifteen minutes of his time and have a chat. Beth is the defuser, I'm the enforcer, and you're the proof that if he fucks up, I'm not the only one he has to deal with."

"Got it."

We went to the shop foreman and asked to have a chat with Pedro.

"He mess up your car?"

"No, he's not in any trouble. We just need a few minutes to chat about his ex-girlfriend. She wants him to quit texting, calling, and otherwise making a nuisance of himself," I said.

He looked at Buzz. He was looking at the wrong person. He nodded and went to get Pedro. As soon as he saw the three of us waiting outside, he picked up a big wrench before walking out to us.

"I see it," Sahar said. She was relaxed but alert. "Keep an eye on any others who might want to jump in."

"Got it."

"What you want, bitches?" Pedro asked, just as surly as the last time we saw him.

"We just wished to inform you that Juanita has now entered into a formal relationship with another woman and a man, and no longer wishes you to contact her. She's out of your life for good," I said.

"What, this asshole and one of you two?"

"None of us," I replied.

"Where the fuck are they?"

"Probably fucking. Your ex loves getting fucked with a big cock while she's licking pussy." I admit it was harsh, but he was being an asshole. "We just wanted to tell you that further contact with Juanita wouldn't be good for your health."

"This fucker thinks he can take me." He gripped the wrench a little tighter.

"No, you misunderstand," I said. "The woman will take you. This guy is here because he's one of a hundred other bad asses who will pound shit out of you if you somehow, in your wildest dreams, managed to get past her. He's the reminder that Juanita is protected by more than my wife. She's already killed over thirty other pricks much worse than you, most of them had weapons deadlier than your wrench. She's not even carrying her gun today, which she's licensed to do as my bodyguard, and she'll still break your arm if you raise that wrench in a threatening manner."

Sahar smiled at him. He got a little more nervous. It was not a friendly smile. Knowing he was dealing with an actual killer put this conversation on a whole other level.

"Juanita decided you weren't the guy for her. You need to realize the same thing. Leave her alone. Find someone else who might appreciate your misogynistic attitude."

"My what?"

"Your deep seated hatred of women, thinking they're all whores and bitches, good for nothing more than fucking."

"What are you, some kind of shrink, bitch?"

"Doctor Bitch to you, and yes. I'm a shrink, and you're pathetic. I can't see what Juanita saw in a worm such as yourself."

He started raising the wrench. I stepped back and started recording him.

"Uh, uh, uh," Sahar warned. "You raise that even six more inches, you will be out of work for six months, guaranteed. We didn't come here to cause trouble, just to give you a friendly warning. Juanita is off limits, limp dick. Let it go, and no one has to get hurt."

"What the fuck is she doing?" Pointing at me with the hand not holding the wrench.

"She's recording this so if I have to clock you," Sahar said, "I have proof it's self defense. Doesn't mean anything. She'll delete it when we leave. Look, Pedro, grow up. Sometimes people aren't the right fit for each other. Juanita didn't want a Don Juan. She wanted a Mr. Steady. Well, she found a Ms. Steady instead. Someone who's going to look after her. Find another Tiffany or some other fuck buddy who will listen to your bullshit. You lost this one. We good, or do I have to dislocate your elbow? That hurts like a bitch."

He lowered the wrench.

"Good lad. I don't want to come back here again. I won't be so polite next time."

"Have you really killed over thirty men?"

"Yep, all overseas rescuing women from human traffickers; even tortured a few of them. I wasn't kidding about making you eat your cock and balls. I'm nominally Muslim and don't think rapists and killers should get to have sex with virgins in heaven, just in case there is a heaven and virgins, and they could possibly end up there. Buzz here," she pointed at our male companion, "was there and can confirm it all." Buzz nodded. "Sayonara."

We backed away until we were out of swinging distance, then pivoted and left.

"Is he going to be a problem?" Buzz asked.

"I don't think so," I said. "He didn't seem particularly stupid. He's vain. If insulted in front of his buddies, he might think about it, but we didn't ridicule him in front of his friends or coworkers. He'll look elsewhere. He wants easy pickings, not trouble."

"Good to see you again, Sahar."

"You too, Buzz. Say hi to Smitty for me."

"You bet."

I gave him a peck on the lips. I hadn't met everyone who rescued me. Buzz was a new one to me. We parted ways and headed back to Gainesville, where we saw what Master and Francesca had purchased for the new submissives. Juanita now had a pretty collar that Roseanne gave to her, pink and black, with 'Love Slave' engraved on it. If it weren't for the fact that I thought Juanita did kind of love Roseanne, and vice versa, I might have laughed a little about that one. That night, they spent the night with the maid and the cook, one in each room. There were extra benefits to working for Joshua.

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For the next thirty-six hours, Master and Francesca worked with Roseanne and Juanita before they left for work, and every evening, also worked with Trinity and Francesca after supper. The other two joined at ten PM, and Malcom was frequently fucking, or being sucked by one of several slaves, until he had nothing left to give. His wife was not the one he fucked most frequently, assuming he could fuck her when they returned home. The exception was on Thursday night when he participated in a triple penetration of his wife.

Francesca and Trinity wore Feeldoes and claimed Frieda's cunt and ass. Then Malcom fed her his cock. The lovely slut enjoyed that very much, but what isn't there to love about a couple of thick vibrating phalli turning her groin to swampy soup while she sucked her husband's cock.

Both Juanita and Roseanne liked the looks of that, but Master said they should undergo a normal anal fucking before having both holes stretched to that extent. At noon on Friday, we said goodbye to Roseanne and Juanita until they were to meet us at the pony farm at 10 AM on Saturday. Trinity, Malcom and Frieda joined us around one, and the three of them plus Master, Francesca, Sahar and I, piled into the Lincoln Navigator for the trip to Orlando. Belle stayed back to keep Miranda company. Miranda didn't feel like she could go to The Woodshed. They would meet us at the Pony Farm tomorrow morning. Sahar drove and Master had the other front seat. Malcom and I were all the way in the back.

During the drive, Frieda wore a Lush in music mode, her fingers in her pussy and her legs stretched over Francesca's and Trinity's laps. The poor girl orgasmed twelve times on the two hour drive to Orlando. They had to wipe her down with a towel at our first stop, the Florida Mall. Since we were out of town, Frieda was wearing her slave collar and the sluttiest outfit she owned without a bra or panties. She would own sluttier yet before we were done shopping.

Francesca had researched a good place to buy slut clothes in Orlando and we went to that store first. We were waited on by a perky young thing in her mid-twenties named Jazzy. Francesca had a brief conversation with Jazzy out of earshot, then told Freida that Jazzy was going to spend the next couple hours helping her find clothes that were nothing like the things she normally wore now as a college professor.

"Jazzy will be coming into the dressing rooms while you change clothes," Francesca said. "She has my permission to touch you if she wishes. After you've found ten new pieces of lingerie, five trashy tops and five slutty skirts, a ridiculously skimpy bikini, and three provocative dresses, you're to thank her by licking her to three orgasms. Only three of the outfits should be marginally okay to wear to work. Trinity, stay with her and monitor their activities and ensure she looks good enough to eat when she's dressed. Text me when you're done and I'll come pay for it all. Frieda should be wearing something in midrange slut to go out to dinner tonight, something sluttier than she'd ever wear to work, since she's out of town and unlikely to meet anyone she knows."

Malcom had an erection hearing what was going to happen to his wife. Fortunately, it wasn't so big it was hugely obvious, but he had to adjust his pants a couple times. He decided to stay while the rest of us went shopping elsewhere, having plenty of slutty clothes already. We went to the Burdine's Store.

"I know what you're wearing is traditional student garb, Sahar. (Jeans and tee shirt.) I'd like to see you in a dress and high heels for once."

"I hate high heels. It's totally unsuited to having to fight."

"And how often have you had to fight since we met those jerks in Hawaii? Even our adventures in Mexico wasn't really a fight. Buy something you can easily kick off if you need to be out of your heels."

"What about Miami?"

"You were in a dress that night too. It didn't slow you down at all."

"Fine, but if you get hurt because I'm wearing heels, I'll kill you myself."

"I love you too, sweetie." She smiled at me.

I bought her a nice dress, some thigh highs and high heels. Just three inches with a wide heel. I ensured she put everything on immediately. She looked dynamite. Master approved.

"You look extremely hot when you dress up, Sahar," Master said. "You should do it more often."

She preened a little for him.

"That gives me an idea. They have a make-up section in this store. Sahar never wears make-up. I think she should when we go out," I said. "Come on, bitch, let's beautify you."

"I'm going to wander around the mall," Master said. "Call me when you're done."

"Yes, sir."

I took her to the make-up counter and told the late twenties something woman, Sharon, I wanted my wife looking like a million bucks when she was done, and we'd purchase everything she put on her as well as several more basic items. I said she never wore make-up and she'd need to learn how and where to put it on, so explain what she was doing. While they were doing that, I started sniffing several perfumes, looking for something to make Sahar smell even better.

I must have gone through a dozen scents and still hadn't hit on what I was looking for and the smells were starting to run together in my head. That was when I ran into the sampler of the Jo Malone Rose and White Musk Absolu. Positively heavenly, and I could see me falling asleep with this fragrance mixed with Sahar's own pussy musk on my face. It was incredible. I bought a bottle and went back to see how they were progressing on my lover's face.

A hint of red on her cheeks, a dark wine red lipstick, darkening of her eyebrows, mascara to lengthen her lashes, already long, brown/gold highlights on her eyelids. She looked amazing. If she were taller, she could be a model, she looked that good.

"Hey, sweetie, you look absolutely fabulous."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. You're a knockout, and I'm not talking about decking someone. You're going to pop boners and drippy pussies when you walk into a room."

Sahar smiled and the clerk chuckled. "She does look stunning, doesn't she?" she said.

"I wanted her looking like a million bucks, and I think she looks like two, so you exceeded your quota," I said. "I bought a perfume for you. When Sharon's done, I'm going to add some to your pulse points."

"Where are those?" Sahar asked.

"Your inner wrists, your neck, near your pussy, and while it's not really a pulse point, between your breasts."

"Here in the store?" Sahar asked, smiling.

"Why not. I can slip my hand up your dress right now while you're sitting down and get that one."

Sahar spread her legs slightly and said, "Do me, baby."

I opened the box of perfume and added some to my fingers. I reached under her dress until I reached my goal and left some scent on either side of her pubic lips where her legs met. Then I kissed her and inserted a finger inside of her. She gasped, and kissed me back fiercely.

"I love you," I said, withdrawing my finger.

"Oh, fuck! You bitch! You can't leave me hanging like this."

Sharon was laughing. "I can't believe you did that."

I licked my fingers of Sahar's dampness. "Would you like a taste?"

Sharon's eyes widened in shock. Then her eyes narrowed and she took a quick look around. There wasn't a lot of traffic at the moment.

"Sure."

"Go ahead. She isn't wearing underwear." I kissed Sahar again as Sharon slid her hand up Sahar's dress. I felt Sahar gasp again, sucking in a breath as Sharon made contact with bald pussy. Sharon must have made a half dozen thrusts of a finger or two while she was down there, Sahar's breathing rapidly increasing, moaning.

Sahar suddenly froze while shivering, and I knew she'd cum. Sharon withdrew her fingers after fifteen seconds or so, then licked them off, three of them. My, my.

"I didn't leave you hanging, did I sweetie?"

"Sharon didn't leave me hanging," Sahar said archly. "You most certainly did."

"It was I that invited her to take a taste. I feel responsible for that orgasm."

"Okay, I'll give you that one."

"Sharon, how did she taste?" I asked.

"Really good."

"What time do you get off?"

"Five."

"We're spending the night in Orlando tonight. Would you like to have dinner and spend the night with us?"

"I'm sure my guy friend might have a problem with that."

"Invite him along. We're not fussy. If you don't care if he gets some while you do," I said. "If all you both want is dinner, I'll pick up the tab."

"My wife is the best cunt licker and cock sucker you'll ever meet," Sahar said. "You won't regret it."

Sharon appeared thoughtful, then said she'd check to see what her boyfriend said. I texted Master and asked him where we were eating tonight, and he answered back Kres Chophouse because it was fairly close to The Woodshed.

While she was on the phone with her boyfriend, I told her dinner would be at Kres Chophouse.

"That's pretty expensive," Sharon said.

"Not that expensive," Sahar said. "We have an almost unlimited budget."

She passed that along to her boyfriend, and he thought dinner was fine, and anything else could be discussed there.

Sharon said that George could meet us at six at Kres.

It was only a few more minutes before Sharon finished Sahar's face. I added the perfume to Sahar's neck, wrists and a dab between her breasts.

"Mmm, you smell good enough to eat," I said.

"I'll hold you to that later."

"You girls are so cute," Sharon said. "You really seem to have fun with each other."

"All the time. Ring up one of everything you put on her, and whatever you recommend for make-up remover. We need to find the rest of our party. We'll be waiting in forty minutes outside the store exit to the mall." I pointed to the door.

"I'll be there."

I paid for all of the stuff and called Master to see where he was at the moment.

"Francesca is paying for all of the things that Jazzy picked out for Frieda. What have you two been up to?"

"Picking up two more guests for dinner, sir," I said, "and who knows what else afterward."

"Who?"

"Sharon, the woman who made-up Sahar's face in the Department Store and her boyfriend, George, Master. He can meet us at Kres at six. Sharon is off at five. She's already tasted Sahar's pussy, and thought she was quite tasty."

"I'm sure that's an interesting story."

"You'll hear it at supper, sir. We're on our way. Sahar will blow you away."

We found them and Frieda was wearing a show stopper. It was a dress which consisted of long panels fore and aft as it was slit nearly to her waist on both sides; the top consisting of two narrow panels extending from the wide band at her waist and tied at the neck, showing lots of skin from belly button to neck. You could tell she didn't have a bra or panties on. You would have seen either if she did.

Master looked stunned when he saw Sahar. "My God, you're incredible. Come here and let me look at you."

The others quickly exclaimed at seeing her as well. Sahar was blushing.

She stood in front of Master and he looked her up and down. He also could smell her new perfume, and leaned in closer for a better whiff.

"You'll need to wear that perfume the next time you're in bed with me. It's perfect for you. What is it?"

"Jo Malone's Rose and White Musk Absolu," I replied. "Smelling it on her made me horny as hell. Where are we staying tonight?"

"We've got two rooms at the Rosen Shingle Creek near Universal Studios."

"We might need three rooms, sir. I invited Sharon and George to spend the night with us. I don't know if they'll accept yet, but they are thinking about it."

"How did this come about?"

"After I found the perfume and went to see about the make-up progress, I told Sahar I was going to put some perfume on her pulse points when she was done, one of which was near her pussy. She asked me if I was going to do it in the store, so I opened the perfume, put some on my fingers, kissed her and put my hand under her dress to apply the perfume. Since I was under her dress anyway, I put a couple fingers in her pussy and momentarily fingered her in front of Sharon. I pulled my fingers out before she orgasmed, and licked them off. I offered Sharon a taste. She did the same thing I did, making Sahar orgasm. Then I invited her out to eat and to spend the night. She said she had a boyfriend, and I told her to invite him too. She called him up and they're definitely coming to dinner, Master."

"Do they know we're going to The Woodshed afterwards?"

"I figured that was only important if they decided to spend the night, sir."

"Did you get a hint of submissiveness or Dominance from her?"

"No, sir. Just a sense of sexual experimentation."

He shook his head. "It's amazing to me how this sort of thing crops up with you all the time."

"It's just being open to the nuances of people's reactions. If Sharon hadn't laughed in surprise and delight at what I did to Sahar, I wouldn't have asked if she wanted a taste."