My Descent Into Slavery Ch 27

This is the final chapter of My Descent Into Slavery. I'm not sure I'll write exclusively about these characters again. Of all the things I've written, Beth's Journey and A Proper Scottish Wife are the two I've loved the most. I do know that Beth and Sahar will be appearing in the sequel to Mated to the Pack, and in My Black Babies. Being a psychologist, and becoming a famous one at that, living in New York, gives her an in to those stories. This chapter contains anal sex, pegging, group sex, public sex, lesbian sex and oral sex. For the second time, I've seen that thieves have stolen my work and published it as their own. Don't be a thief. You should have been raised better than that. ©

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My Descent Into Slavery, Ch 27

The End of My Journeys

Towards the end of July, on a Saturday, Mistress Theresa and Master Frank got married on her horse ranch, in the stable. All of the slaves attending were naked, including Luke, who gave her away, and me, her Maid of Honor, and Francesca, Friank's daughter, wearing only garter belts, stockings and high heels. Gloria was the flower girl, and Ranger, who was the best man. Both Luke and Ranger were in cock and ball rings keeping their pricks erect during the ceremony. George was there, as were Malcom, Trinity, and a naked Frieda, currently about one month pregnant. Frank's first wife, Marilyn, was there, another bridesmaid, watching her former husband marry another woman. I'm sure she had mixed emotions about the marriage, but I also knew she was happier than she'd been in a very long time.

Roseanne and Juanita were there, my Master still Roseanne's Master as well, and through her, Juanita. They'd taken the day off for the wedding, and were appropriately attired in their birthday suits. Sharon was there, keeping an eye on Daiyu, both dressed. This is one wedding where there wouldn't be wedding photos done by a photographer, although a friend was shooting the wedding on a digital camera.

All of Master's other slaves were naked, including former Congresswoman Miranda Ward. Francesca was not in Switch mode for Frieda anymore. Sahar was dressed in one of her sexiest outfits and heels, looking like a million bucks because Sharon had helped with her makeup again.

A lot of our house was already packed up and headed for New York. We intended on following in a couple of days, now going with two extra people, so we'd have to take a couple of cars, still not the Corvette, much to Sahar's dismay.

The Florida summer weather pattern was in full force. Warm, sunny mornings with the buildup of clouds after noon, leading to thunderstorms before supper, which is why the wedding was being held in the stable and not outside. It had been decorated and a good friend, a circuit court judge, Dominant like them, was presiding at the ceremony.

I pointed out that fact to George. "All walks of life, George. We exist in all walks of life."

He just shook his head and smiled.

The wedding went off without a hitch until it came time to exchange the rings, when Frank realized he'd left Theresa's ring in his pickup. Since Frank was in his tux and the rain had started, George offered to go out and get it. He was just wearing a dress shirt and pants, no tie or coat.

"The doors open. It should be sitting on the passenger seat," Frank said. "Thanks."

Several of the bystanders moved to the stable door and watched George make a dash for the truck. One of those bystanders was Roseanne. She called out, "He's got it."

We heard the truck door slam. "Looks like he's falling," Roseanne said.

Suddenly there was a flash of light so bright it illuminated the inside of the stables and a deafening crack of thunder that shook the building.

Roseanne screamed and dashed out of the door into the rain. The rest of us rushed to the stable door and George was lying prostrate in the gravel with Roseanne on her knees leaning over him shouting, "Are you all right, Master? Please be all right."

I thought he'd been zapped by the lightning and would be smoking as his insides were cooked. Instead, he staggered to his feet, grabbed Roseanne and dragged her back to the stables.

"What the hell happened?" Frank asked, looking at the soaked and gravel stained, torn dress pants.

"I was holding my hand up with the ring box in it, and suddenly felt the hair on my head standing on end. I knew I was about to get fried. A friend told me that if you thought you were going to get hit by lightning, drop to your knees and toes, making yourself shorter and having as little contact with the ground as possible. I started dropping and it felt like someone cuffed the back of my head. I think I was the target, but as I dropped, the lightning jumped thirty feet and hit a tree instead. It superheated the air in it's path and it expanded outward so quickly, it smacked the back of my head."

"Damn," Sahar said. "You lucky bastard."

"You're telling me."

Roseanne was still clinging to George, smothering his neck with kisses.

"It looks as if you've found your first submissive, Master George," I said.

"It does look that way, doesn't it," George said, redirecting some of those kisses to his lips.

"Not one, but two," Master said, "as Juanita is submissive to Roseanne, making her yours by proxy."

"Would you girls be willing to relocate to Orlando?" George asked.

"If that's your wish, Master," Roseanne said. "Joshua will have to remove his collar, and we'll need a month to give notice at our apartment and job. That's okay with you, isn't it, Juanita?"

"Yes, Mistress. More than okay."

Master stepped forward and removed the collar, then handed it to George. "You can use this one until you've gotten your own. You can throw it away after you do."

"Kneel, slave," George said.

Roseanne had been well trained and did as she was ordered, her knees spread wide, her sex opened for George's viewing pleasure. He refastened the collar around her neck, making her his.

George handed Frank the ring. "You'll be needing this."

Theresa went to the wall where several punishment instruments were hanging. She grabbed a paddle and a flogger and handed them to George. "You'll be needing these."

"Thank you, Theresa."

They continued the ceremony, George's two new slaves kneeling beside him for the balance of the Marriage Ceremony. After Frank kissed the bride, George's two slaves sucked his cock, before he bent them both over a bale of hay and fucked their tight twats to several orgasms each, before depositing his cum in both of their mouths. Everyone stayed in the stable until it appeared the lightening had left the area, then hustled into the house where a nice buffet was set up. George fed his two slaves, kneeling beside him as he ate.

I didn't expect to see my friends again before I left, so I licked Mistress Theresa while Frank fucked me, went through a nice DP with Ranger and Luke, who finally got to cum after being in their cock and ball rings much of the afternoon, and licked Gloria in a sixty-nine, while Sahar got hers from the two submissive men, with me cleaning their cum out of her pussy and pucker.

Juanita and Roseanne had arrived with us, spending the previous night in our home, and went back the same way to get their car. Roseanne had given their house key to George, and he was waiting for them to get all of their things from our house and return to their apartment, for a night of submission to their new Master.

Essentially, the wedding was the last thing we'd stayed in Florida for, Sahar finishing up her classes four weeks ago. We had the last minute packing to do, and we'd be leaving the day after tomorrow.

******

A car transport service came for the Corvette and Francesca's Genesis, while we kept the Lincoln Navigator and an Audi A8 for driving. It was determined to put David's baby seat in the car and leave it there, so Miranda frequently rode in that the car unless she wanted to sleep a little. The rest of us moved from car to car as the mood struck after one of our stops. The big SUV is where most of the monkey business occurred and monkey business wasn't uncommon.

The trip was a leisurely one, with frequent stops for a variety of reasons. Daiyu and Sahar had never really seen the country, and we were educating them about a lot of it. Our first stop was about a hundred miles down the road, St. Augustine, the oldest European settlement in the US, founded by the Spanish in 1565, almost half a century before the first English settlement in Jamestown, Virginia, or even the attempted English Colony on Roanoke Island. Sir Walter Raleigh, sent John White to form a city at the failed site of a previous failed colony off the coast of North Carolina in 1587, the so called Lost Colony, because all of it's residents, 112-121 of them mysteriously disappearing between 1588 and 1590. The first English child, Virginia Dare was born there.

We spent the better part of the day in St. Augustine, before heading up to Savannah, Georgia, the ending point of General Sherman's March to the Sea, an instrumental part of ending the Civil War. Another day there. Next up was Charleston, South Carolina, where, at Fort Sumter, the Civil War began. We spent another day there, touring a former plantation where slaves had labored for their white masters. Sahar was a bit grumpy after seeing that.

"Unfortunately, almost all societies condoned slavery at various and sundry times. Slavery is even permitted by the Qur'an," I said, "although it seemed mostly to be people defeated in battle."

"It doesn't make me feel better that everyone did it," Sahar said.

"No, I imagine not. I'd like to say we've learned to become better people over time, but you and I both know that isn't true." She scowled.

Then we headed to the Great Smoky Mountains and Asheville, North Carolina, Miranda's old stomping grounds. The scenery was lovely, a nice ride up the Blue Ridge Parkway to Virgina, where we spent a few hours looking at Monticello, Thomas Jefferson's home.

"I'd love to fuck you in Thomas Jefferson's bed," Master said.

"I doubt his bed is still here," I said. "Probably replaced two dozen times since Jefferson slept here."

"Okay, his bedroom then."

"Is that possible?"

"Probably not. The home is privately owned by the Thomas Jefferson Foundation. They allow tours to pay for upkeep and restoration. I suppose if I paid enough money, they'd allow it, but they'd probably need to vote on it."

"Did Thomas Jefferson own slaves too?" Sahar asked.

"Most of the rich men on Southern plantations owned slaves," I said. "After his wife's death, Thomas Jefferson fathered six children with a slave named Sally Hemmings, a three-quarters white, one-quarter black slave. Sally was the half sister of Thomas Jefferson's wife, Martha, from a long term relationship her father, Robert Wayles, had with Sally's mother, Betty Hemmings, after the death of his third wife."

"Jefferson kept his children as slaves?"

"When they were children. They were freed when they reached twenty-one, or in his will. They had better lives than the other slave children."

"That is so fucked up," Sahar said.

"It was a different time. Slavery was common everywhere. Fighting it was like resisting a tide. It took the Civil War for slavery to be outlawed in this country, almost forty years after Jefferson died."

"Owning your own children is fucked up," Sahar said.

"I agree. It is fucked up. Our heroes were flawed. All people are flawed. The good are never as good as they could have been, the bad ones are never as bad as you'd want them to be."

It was on to Colonial Williamsburg after Monticello. It was a fascinating look at life in the colonies before independence. We spent the day there, and planned on leaving the following day, but I'd seen a brochure at our hotel for Busch Gardens.

"Have you ever been on a roller coaster?" I asked Sahar.

"No. What's a roller coaster?"

"It's an amusement park ride which features climbs and drops. It's like flooring the Corvette, with sudden turns and turning upside down."

"Sounds fun."

"Master, let's stay another day and go to Busch Gardens. I want to take our two American neophytes on roller coaster rides. You shouldn't be able to claim you're an American without riding a roller coaster."

That's what we did. We spent the day at Busch Gardens and rode roller coasters all day. We went on the Loch Ness Monster, Alpengeist, Apollo's Chariot, Griffon (twice - we loved the vertical drop), Verbolten, Tempesto, and InvadR. The Alpengeist was an inverted coaster, hanging below instead of riding in cars, and the Verbolten and Tempesto, were launched. They accelerated very fast upward. Nobody got sick.

Master was worried about my pregnancy, but I wasn't far enough along for him to be worried, and I was in great shape, thanks to Sahar. She liked them as much as I thought she would. She wondered why we'd never gone on one before.

"We were busy and I didn't think of it before."

"Do they have roller coasters in New York?"

"I don't know."

"Joshua, are there any roller coasters in New York?"

"Coney Island has some coasters, as does Adventureland on Long Island," Master said. "The Turbulence at Adventureland, is a coaster where the car spins while it's running around the track."

"That sounds fun," Sahar said. "Where do you live in New York?"

"Long Island," Master said.

"Have you ever been Joshua's house, Beth?"

"Once I was chosen, I was in a hotel until my cabin was ready, then went straight to the ship."

"So you're as ignorant as I am about where we're going to be living?"

"Clueless. But it doesn't matter as long as I'm with my loved ones."

Sahar smiled. "Where do the Thornhills live?" she asked.

"Big brownstone in Manhattan, on Central Park West," Master said. "We'll visit them fairly often."

******

That evening, at the hotel, Sahar was still jazzed from the roller coaster rides. "I want to peg your fine ass tonight, Joshua, " she spoke softly after supper.

"You know what that means," Master replied.

"I know, tit for tat. I'll be in a sixty-nine with my sweetie while you claim your tit. She'll be sucking your manly prick when I claim your tat. That way, she gets to fuck both of her favorite people tonight."

"Beth, if you'll help Sahar clean her ass tonight, you can clean off my cock when I'm finished."

"Yes, Master."

I cleansed both of our asses. Who knows, Master might want to fuck me tonight too, and I could let him claim any or all holes he wanted without worrying. We joined him in the bed. His cock was already stiff, waiting for us.

Sahar mounted me in a sixty-nine and Master let us pleasure each other to three orgasms (never that long a wait), before lubing Sahar's pucker and his prick and easing it into Sahar's ass. Between my tongue dancing on her clit, and Master's nice cock stroking her fine ass, Sahar enjoyed her ass fucking immensely. She enjoyed me making a foray into her gaping asshole to obtain Master's cum, my tongue gently soothing her flesh after his vigorous thrusting. Sahar hadn't neglected me while she was fucked either, although I wouldn't mind feeling his prick penetrating me at some point. I cleaned off Master's cock as well.

Then it was Sahar's turn. She was as careful lubing everything up as Master was. Normally, Master just got on his hands and knees for his pegging, and let me lift my head up to suck him. Today for some reason, he got in a loose sixty-nine with me. Loose in the sense that he didn't put all of his weight on me, but close enough that he could lick me as I sucked him. Master wasn't nearly as good at paying attention to my pussy while he was ass fucked, as Sahar was, but I loved the effort he made to pleasure me.

His rampant prick filled my mouth and he thrust slowly enough I could breathe between his thrusts. Sahar fucked his ass until he climaxed, then long enough for him to get another erection. Sahar washed up after herself, and then I could mount his cock, (pussy, thank you), while he licked my wife, and we kissed each other. I climaxed more than a half dozen times as I rode him to his next climax. I loved the feeling of his cock throbbing and spurting his seed inside of me as he orgasmed.

I also loved knowing I carried his child inside of me. Two years ago, when I first started my Journey, I'd wondered if I could be a submissive for a year. I'd wondered what kind of a Master he would be. I'd worried if he cared for me as much as I cared for him because he never faced me when he fucked me. I thought he'd wished he'd picked someone else as his slave. I'd never conceived how much I could love many different people, that I could ever love a woman as much as I did. I hadn't thought I was ready to have children.

Two years ago, I'd been naive. I'd believed in the inherent goodness of all people. While that was true for most people, it wasn't true of all. I hadn't known what I was going to do with my life, beyond getting my degree. Now, I had a purpose.

"You seem unusually quiet," Master said, freeing his mouth from mine, as I felt his cock deflating inside of me, his sperm starting to leak out around his shrinking shaft. More of his creamy goodness to clean up.

"I was just thinking of how much my life has changed since I applied to be your submissive for a year, sir. How much I love every part of my life, and the people in it. The love I feel from the ones I love. It's been an amazing ride, Master."

"Despite what happened to you?" Master asked.

"Despite that, sir. Without meeting our freed slaves, I wouldn't know what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I wouldn't know how much Sahar loved me, willing to do everything to make me better, even at the expense of her own happiness. I wouldn't be carrying your child now, knowing how much I'm going to love the little bugger. I'm so freaking happy, I think it's impossible to feel happier than I do now. To know that we can share this giving and taking of pleasure with one another.

"I remember first starting as your submissive and thinking you had wished you'd chosen someone else because you refused to face me while you were fucking me. I couldn't imagine it was because you were afraid of how much you loved me, and feared losing me after a year. I loved you so desperately, so soon. You're one of the kindest men I've ever met, despite knowing how to properly spank a wayward slave. I feel so much love, it's amazing to me. Even while you licked me as Sahar pegged you, sir. Despite never having learned to pay attention to what you were doing while you were fucked, I could feel your love in every lick of your tongue."

"Do you think I'm any different than you are?"

"No, Master. I know you feel the same. You were unsettled before me, going from submissive to submissive, even someone as great as Hannah is, you couldn't settle down for. You're domesticated now, tamed, not restless. You're a great husband, and a wonderful father. You've got four permanent slaves. You love my wife as much as I do. I've seen the changes in you as well."

I leaned down to kiss him, his cock slipping out of me. I felt Sahar behind me, cleaning up the mess we'd made. The two people I loved most in the world, soon to be joined by a third. We went to bed tangled together.

******

We spent a week in Washington, DC. Master had a couple more meetings at the Pentagon. Miranda visited with some old friends. Daiyu, Sahar and I spent the days visiting the various landmarks, museums and memorials, and talking about how the US Government functioned. Miranda got us into the capitol and showed us her old office. She talked about the legislative process, whispering as we watched a session of the House.

Later, eating lunch, we discussed the differences in the political systems. Daiyu was mostly speaking without the use of the translation app, except for more complex matters she hadn't learned the English equivalents for. Sahar was from Oman, an absolute monarchy, which did have a consultive legislature, which could propose things to the Sultan, but where laws were made by decree. Daiyu was from Communist China, where all laws were made by the Communist Party, because only Communists could be elected. Neither of them could conceive of ordinary citizens sitting and watching laws being debated and made.