My Descent into Slavery Ch. 06

"Is that a rifle?"

"It is. I often forget how much you don't know since you're so competent."

About fifteen minutes later, Diego drove one of the pickups to the pond with Francesca, Belle and a woman I'd never met before who had a collar on, I assumed was Maria. The three women were naked, so Sahar didn't bother putting her clothes on. She still had a slaves casualness about nudity, and was willing to go with the flow, even if she didn't know everyone.

Greeting Diego with a warm kiss, I asked him to introduce me to his wife.

"Beth, this is mi esposa, Maria. Maria is my sumiso, or esclavo, like you. She doesn't yet speak much English."

"Submissive," I guessed.

"Si, submissive."

"I could tell by her collar. Has she had sex with a woman yet?"

"Si. Ms. Layton and Gloria."

"Does she like it?"

"Te gustan las putas mujeres?"

"No pasa nada. Prefiero los hombres."

"It's okay. She prefers men."

"Tell her she is lucky to be married to such an hombre as you are."

"Beth dice que tienes suerte de estar casado con um hombre como yo."

Her face lit up in a huge smile and she grabbed his arm. "Si, mucho hombre."

I knew that phrase easily enough. With her Portuguese language skills and its similarity to Spanish, I think Sahar was following along as well as I could.

"Ask her if it would be okay if I and my friends fuck her husband?"

"It is not up to her."

"I know, but I'd like to be a friend to her as well. Ask her and tell her we'll give her pleasure while we keep you busy."

"Beth quiere saber si ella y sus amigos pueden follarse a tu marido. Te darán placer mientras estoy occupado."

"Sería un honor para mí te follares a mi marido."

"She said it would be an honor if you would fuck her husband."

"She truly is submissive. That's a submissive response if I ever heard one. Diego, I'd like to introduce you to Sahar." I pointed to my fiancée. "I'm going to marry her. She was a former involuntary slave, one who was badly abused during her slavery. I'd like you to be very gentle with her. She's just starting to have sex with men again. Let her have sex in whichever way she's comfortable with, whether it's to mount you or something else. I will entertain Maria so she is not lonely. When you're done with Sahar, I want you to fuck your wife while we sixty-nine. After that, we'll swim and do whatever else seems comfortable."

"Si. I'll get the blankets and water out of the truck."

It was but a moment before we had what we needed to be comfortable. I put a blanket down for Maria and me. Maria was short, perhaps five feet tall, not surprising since her husband was short himself. She had jet black hair and copper colored skin. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had a touch of Amerindian in her.

I kept a close eye on Sahar and Diego, but proceeded to give Maria a righteous orgasm, licking her and ignoring myself. Sahar seemed to enjoy Diego as much as I did, and I think it comforted her to know I was right beside her, keeping a close eye on her. When Diego climaxed, I went into a sixty-nine with Maria, trusting Diego to either stay hard, or become erect quickly. He didn't disappoint me. When I saw his impressive cock was hard again, I turned Maria over so she was on the top.

She gasped when her husband penetrated her delicious pussy. The frequency of her orgasms went up from there. Maria wasn't fully trained. She often lost her focus when she orgasmed, but it wasn't my job to teach her unless someone asked me to. Sahar had joined Francesca and Francesca was licking Diego's huge load out of her pussy. She was in good hands, so I just enjoyed myself as much as I could.

Diego gasped and I saw his prick pulsing his sperm into his wife. With Diego as a Dominant, and his wife a submissive, I cleaned his cock first, then redirected my attention to Maria's pouting pussy, awash with his plentiful sperm. I gave her one more orgasm to catch the last bit of Diego's seed, which had been pumped deep inside his diminutive bride and needed to be forced out by her spasms.

"Gracias," she whispered to me when I finished and rolled her off of me. I kissed her.

"Thank you for sharing Diego," I said.

We had sandwiches and chips in addition to the water, and we gladly joined together in the replete companionship of the well fucked and satisfied. After replenishing, Diego watched while the rest of us rinsed off and I got Sahar to practice her swimming. The swim lesson over and Diego's shaft returning to its sturdy hardness, Francesca mounted it, while Belle's pussy covered his mouth and Diego dove right into her pretty pussy. Belle and Francesca could kiss and play with each other's breasts.

I pointed out their position to Sahar. "That position is another good one for a man and two women. The man can satisfy both women at once while they can still play with each other. We might try that one with Luke tonight."

"You really enjoy this, don't you?"

"I do. I enjoy giving people pleasure, making sure everyone gets to enjoy themselves. I didn't realize it when I started, but I think it's one of the reasons I enjoy submission. It's like giving someone a gift. A gift of myself, I guess. Of course, there is more than one reason for being a submissive, but that's a big one. I mean, I'll fuck anyone if I'm ordered to do so, but I enjoy pleasing those I love. In fact, why don't you lick Maria's sweet pussy, while I lick yours."

"You won't get any pleasure."

"I've had some and I'll have more later. For now, I'd be happy if both you and Maria enjoyed yourselves. I think Maria should be rewarded for sharing her husband with us. That way, she won't resent doing so again in the future. You're good at killing people, I'm good at pleasuring people."

Sahar smiled at me and went muff diving on Maria. I lifted her hips and went to town on her again, gratified she was getting a lot of orgasms today, especially since I'd almost blown it at the barn. We continued until Francesca had drained Diego again. At that point, I thought it was a good time to head back. Loading up the pickup, we headed back to the ranch. Sahar and I sitting in the back with the blankets and water.

I told Sahar to head to the house, and I'd be there shortly. She nodded, unwilling to go to the barn again. I kissed and thanked Diego for his help and bringing his wife to meet us.

"She said she really enjoyed sex with you," Diego said.

"I enjoyed sex with her as well. She's a lovely woman. You're lucky to have her."

Diego smiled. "Si, I am."

"Do the other ranch hands cause problems for you if you keep her naked?"

"There was one. Ranger challenged him to a fight in front of the other hands, beating him pretty bad, then Ms. Layton fired him. There have been no problems since. She said much worse would happen to the next person who tried touching her without permission. That Maria was under her protection, as much as Gloria was."

"I'm glad."

I kissed Maria on the forehead. "Gracias, señora, tu es muy bonita." She smiled shyly.

Upon going to the house, I told Sahar I wanted to spend some time pleasuring my former Mistress. She was welcome to join me if she wished, or she could do anything else she wanted to do.

"I'll join Francesca and Belle," she said. "I'm familiar with them."

I spent an hour making Mistress Layton squirm delightfully on my tongue, muffling her screams in a pillow.

"Stop, or I won't be able to move," she said, panting and out of breath. "I swear you're better every time you do that."

"As you wish, Mistress. I've had lots of practice."

I crawled up from between her legs and held her close.

"Are you okay?" Mistress Layton asked.

"As good as can be expected this soon after my rescue. To a certain extent, I may never be completely over it. I'm not sure anyone ever is. We get better than we were, but still carry scars. I think marrying Sahar will be good for me as she knows what I went through."

"Francesca said she's afraid of horses."

"It's not horses, per se, she's afraid of. It's a bad memory of her own slavery surfacing, Mistress. So hopefully, we'll be good for each other, because I understand her as well. Is there a chance we can get a ride to Gainesville tomorrow?"

"Luke has to take Miranda, Francesca and Belle to the airport in Orlando. If you can get up early enough to go with them, you can stop in Gainesville on the way back. Why do you want to go?"

"To show Sahar where I went to school, perhaps show her my old apartment, Mistress. What time?"

"They need to leave here at 7 AM."

"We'll be ready." I kissed her. "Thank you for having us, Mistress."

"You're welcome at any time, Beth. I care for you deeply."

"As I do you. You taught me a great deal about submission. Your lessons are a huge part of my life now, Mistress."

She kissed me. "Off you go. You're going to make me cry."

******

It was time for dinner and we had a lot of leftovers from the barbecue the night before. It tasted as good the second time as it did the first. Sahar and I spent some time with Miranda after supper. After the sex, I asked about the baby.

"Do you and Master have a name picked out yet?"

"David. It's a good biblical name, plus his grandfather was David. Not quite as biblical as some other names might have been. They have some very strange names in the Bible."

"You didn't want Jeroboam, Japheth, or Obadiah?" I laughed.

"Not hardly. We did think about Jonah, but David is good."

"I'm so happy for you. Where are you going to deliver the baby?"

"Well, I wanted to join Joshua when he reaches Hawaii and travel to Los Angeles and the West Coast. I imagine I'll be getting close around then. We originally thought we'd be closer to the end of the voyage by then, but everything got delayed with your capture, and other things. I don't know if we'll tarry there until I deliver or if we'll fly to Washington, DC and let the Obstetrician who's been monitoring my pregnancy do the job there."

"If we're going to hang in LA for any length of time, it might be a good place for Sahar and I to get married. I'd like to invite the crew, Mistress Layton and her slaves, Professor Kline and his wife, William Thornhill and his wife, Lynn's kids. William has a home in LA in addition to the one in New York and Sam, Chantelle and Marcia all live in LA. We should invite LuAnn. The only relatives I have left all live in Norway. It would be nice if a few of them could attend.

"We haven't found your relatives yet, Sahar? Would you like any of them to attend? We could put off the ceremony to give us more time to find them. Do you want to be married in the Muslim faith, or does it matter to you? We could have a judge, a justice of the peace, or even a notary do the marriage. It can be a secular marriage."

"I can't get married to a woman in Islam, and any family I could find would reject me for marrying one. To be honest, most of them would be compelled to kill me if they knew what I did during my slavery." I knew she was probably right about that. "No Imam will perform the ceremony. Will a Christian church marry us?"

"Some will, others won't. It doesn't make that much difference to me. I'm spiritual, but haven't been a regular church goer. I've always had a problem with some churches. They say one thing but seem to believe something else. I tend to feel a lack of love for your fellow man at some of them, like if you're a member of that church or faith, you're good, but everyone else is going to hell. I'm a great believer in loving your neighbor as you love yourself. It seems a lot of people fall short in that department. I can include spiritual passages in our vows to each other, but I don't feel I need to say them in a church."

"I don't particularly care about the details," Sahar said. "I'm just happy to be with the one I love. I wouldn't even need a ceremony. I would consider any promise you made to me to be as valid as a ceremony."

I squeezed her hand and smiled at her. She squeezed back.

"I don't necessarily need a ceremony either, but I wouldn't mind a little pomp and circumstance so everyone knows I choose you. Miranda, would you be my Matron of Honor?"

"Of course, silly. I've never attended an all girl wedding before. Do you both have bridesmaids, or do you also have groomsmen."

"Well, I think Master should be in it somehow. Should we put him in a dress?" They both laughed at the thought of Master dressed as a girl. "I suppose he could walk me down the aisle since I don't have a father. I think all of the bridesmaids should have to lick the pussies of the bride and bride."

"And vice versa," Miranda laughed.

"Not a huge problem," I said, "as long as I can wipe my face off before I say my vows. Who gets to participate in the wedding night?"

"Well, you insisted only the bride and groom share in my wedding night. I would think only Sahar should get you on hers."

I squeezed Sahar's hand again. "That's an idea I could get behind."

"We have plenty of time to plan this thing. We don't have to decide everything tonight," Miranda said. "I hear you're fucking Lucas tonight?"

"That is the plan. We're going to the airport with you tomorrow. I wanted to take Sahar to the University of Florida after we drop you off to see where I attended school. I guess it's more still attend school, though I haven't been here in a year, but I'm still working on my degree."

"I'd love for you to see us off."

"I wish you didn't have to go so soon."

"Duty calls, and I'll be taking maternity leave soon enough."

******

I was riding Luke's cock while Sahar rode his face. I was leaning forward and kissing her as I played with her breasts, her nipples stiff and puckered. She was orgasming rather frequently as Luke was quite the pussy pleaser. I was an orgasmic slut in general, so was enjoying myself as well. After Luke froze and pumped his hot cream into my cunt, I rolled off of him to clean his cock off. Simple slave etiquette dictated I should do so, even if he was a slave himself. Besides, he needed to get another erection if Sahar was going to fuck him.

Sahar rolled off his mouth soon after.

"Are all men that good at licking cunt?" Sahar asked, still quivering from her last orgasm.

"Mostly, no." I replied, pulling off his cock for the moment, it mostly being clean and shiny and halfway to another good boner. "Luke is a submissive with a Mistress, and I'm sure his Mistress wants someone who's halfway decent as a cunt licker."

"Especially after you were here," Luke said. "She started having competitions among her three slaves to get better at licking pussy. You didn't get to cum unless you were the best that day. Gloria won most frequently to start, being a girl herself and knowing what she liked. Having my balls ache for days was a good incentive to become better quickly."

"Is Joshua any good, since he's not submissive?" Sahar asked, inquiring about my Master's sexual talents, since she might experience them in the future.

"Definitely not as good as Richard. Probably not as good as Luke since he lacked Luke's incentive," I said, "but he's pretty damn good. He's paid attention to what I do so he can get better. His cock may get tired, but his tongue is always available and he has four slaves to satisfy, plus the occasional other woman. All of the men on the 'American Entrepreneur' have gotten better. They've had good examples to follow and when you have the men to women ratio they have on the ship, most of whom aren't submissive and don't have to fuck you, if you want to get laid, you have to put on your best performance. Since all the women are licking pussy now, if you want to break into the lezzie fest, you need to show some skill besides having a dick."

Luke laughed. "I can relate."

"As soon as his cock is hard again, I want you to ride Luke. He needs to clean my pussy after giving me a cum injection."

I lowered my mouth and took him deep, fondling his sack as his cock entered my throat. Luke did not disappoint. His cock was soon at full mast. Sahar mounted his nice prick and I straddled his face. His tongue burrowed deep to gather as much of his cum as he could. I leaned forward to lick Sahar's nipples. She gasped in pleasure and orgasmed.

She got a damn good fucking out of him, since he'd cum once already, and with Sahar riding him, she got to control everything, which she enjoyed. As for me, Luke's face was covered with a lot more than his own seed by the time he finished. When Sahar dismounted, I leaned forward to clean him again.

"Let me try," Sahar said. "I suppose I should learn to clean up after myself."

I pulled back and watched her lick the cum off Luke's cock and balls. She didn't take him in her mouth, but she did a fairly good job of licking. It just took a little longer that way. He started to harden again.

"Why don't you save that one for your Mistress," I said. "We're getting up early tomorrow."

I licked the mess off of his face, then kissed him and sent him on his way.

"I'm going to turn you into a slut, just like me," I told Sahar.

She smiled at me. "You haven't disappointed me yet. I was a little worried about Diego this morning. He was bigger than the other men I'd fucked recently, and he isn't a submissive, but he was gentle and didn't hurt me."

"Diego is a kind man. He always took care of me when I needed it. I knew he wouldn't disappoint you."

"If I keep getting the sex I'm getting, I won't be disappointed if I become a slut."

Smiling back, I set an alarm for six and snuggled against my fiancée's body, enjoying her kisses. It didn't take long to fall asleep; it had been a full day.

******

Morning breath is decidedly worse when pussy and cock cum filled it the night before. I brushed my teeth before I felt good about kissing Sahar. After a quick breakfast, Luke took my sister slaves to the airport. I told Sahar she couldn't bring her knives into the airport, so she left them in the car.

"I feel naked without them," she said. "It's worse than no clothes."

There were a lot of tears and hugs when we said goodbye to them. I knew I'd be seeing them as early as Los Angeles at least, maybe six weeks or so. Luke took us to the UF. We stopped at my apartment first. It had been unoccupied since I left it, but Joshua had seen to it the rent was paid up. I didn't have my key and needed the super to let me in. The place had a musty, unused scent to it, so I opened the windows and doors to air it out while I showed her my tiny place.

"I thought it would be bigger," Sahar said.

"Don't confuse me with Master. I was poor. I lived off savings, a small insurance policy my aunt left me when she died, student loans, and whatever work I could scrape up in the summers and weekends. I would have had over a hundred thousand dollars in student loans to pay back except Master took care of them for me. I have never been a woman of means, though I never went hungry either. Most Americans aren't rich, although we tend to live better than people in many other countries. Hibbah would think this is luxurious."

Since Sahar hadn't brought me a lot of clothing when we went to The Bahamas, I grabbed some things from here to wear in Switzerland. I put them in a couple of paper sacks since my luggage wasn't here either. I'd need some to fly with.

"How much money did you have in that huge wad of cash I saw you waving at the airport before we went to The Bahamas?"

"Joshua gave me ten thousand dollars for any incidental expenses."

"Do you have any on you now?"

"All of it."

"It's not wise to carry that much around with you as cash. Do you mind if I have some of it until I get more money from Joshua."

"Take it all if you want." She handed me the whole wad.

"I'm sure it's generally safer with you than with me. You're less likely to get mugged." I peeled off a couple thousand and gave her the rest back. "I need to get some luggage for my clothes. We can't always fly on private jets, and airlines frown on paper sacks and boxes. I think I'll buy you a couple of souvenirs from my alma mater."