My Descent into Slavery Ch. 07

"Does that mean you want to reverse it? She finger fucks me and spanks you? I'll go for that deal in a heartbeat."

"Well, no."

Sahar said, "Just lick her asshole. You're not going to win."

"Have you licked her asshole?"

Sahar laughed. "A lot. We always make sure we're clean, but yes. It's stimulating. Don't tell me you didn't feel her tongue brush over your butt on the plane last night. When Beth explores a new woman for the first time, she'll usually test your sensitivity."

"I thought it was an accident."

"No accident," I said, "but I did sniff a little to see what you smelled like before brushing my tongue over your pucker."

Nicole blushed.

"Stand up, turn around and spread your cheeks."

"What are you going to do?"

"Wash you off, then you can wash me off and we'll both know the other one is clean, then we'll do it. I know you'll enjoy it when I tongue you and I expect you'll even enjoy tonguing me, because you're going to be getting fingered at the same time."

Nicole stood up, bent over and spread her cheeks. She really did have a nice ass. They had a lovely bath gel here, so I used some, seriously soaping up her posterior, even probing a little, no more than one knuckle deep. She seemed to enjoy it, which is what I expected after testing her last night. If it had been anyone other than a stranger on a sleeping plane, she would have gotten a finger up the butt. No sense in pushing our luck, though.

When she was finished, I bent over and she did the same thing, ensuring I was squeaky clean. We got out, dried off and I put her on her back with her legs spread. I started licking her, including her brown eye. After about five minutes, Sahar started smacking me. I didn't beg, so that was good, and I kept pleasuring Nicole, which was even better. She got three more lovely orgasms from me before my spanking was over. I'd even thrust my tongue past her sphincter a couple times because it seemed to buzz her good.

"Well," I asked. "Any difference?"

"I guess I'm licking your asshole."

"I told you to just do it," Sahar said. "Everyone who knows her doesn't bet against Beth when it comes to sex. She got a guy to suck another guys cock on a lost bet."

Nicole began licking me while Sahar finger fucked her. She still lost some concentration, but she was doing better than she was when Antoine was fucking her. And, she licked my bunghole. She was hesitant to start, but realizing it wasn't different from licking any other part of the body when you were clean, gave me a nice tongue bath, even pushing past my sphincter once to see what it was like. She didn't go deep, but she did go. Good girl.

"Better," I said when she finished. "You're not slave slut material yet, but you're getting there."

Nicole laughed.

"Was it fun?" I asked.

"Much better than I thought it would be."

"I'm thinking more food. Sex is hard work."

We ordered from room service again, and because Nicole had spent the night awake, and we'd spent part of it up, Sahar and I joined her in dreamland, a loose tangle of bodies with my arms wrapped around Sahar.

******

We called for Antoine to come pick us up in time for my appointment at the cosmetic surgery clinic, Laclinic Montreux. Before we left I told Nicole to help herself to any of the amenities available and charge them to the room.

"I won't be back for a few days, but take good care of Sahar for me tonight. What time do you want Antoine to pick you up to take you back to Geneva?"

"Around eight should be sufficient. I want to get to the airport around nine AM."

"I'll tell him."

"Is it okay to fuck him again with Sahar?"

"That's up to Sahar. I won't make her do anything while I'm not there. I wouldn't or couldn't make her do anything anyway, but she's more comfortable with me present."

"It was a pleasure meeting you Beth. Where do you live in case I want to hook up with you again, and can I have your info so I can text and call."

I gave her my phone number, but no address.

"I don't really know where I'm going to live. I have to finish my degree at the University of Florida. After that, it's possible I could be living in North Carolina, Washington DC or New York."

"New York would be great for me."

I kissed her. "I hope to see you again sometime."

I brought a selection of underwear and some sleep garments, though I expected I'd be wearing hospital gowns for much of my stay there, my ass flapping in the breeze. We arrived on time and went to an examination room to wait for the doctor. I was given the hospital gown to change into. I left my panties off since most of my scars were on my buttocks, although I also had a couple on my back.

I had a stack of paperwork to fill out, past medical history, allergies, and the like. It took me around twenty minutes to fill out and after I gave them to the nurse, she said, "Doctor Rochat should be with you in around fifteen minutes."

The nurse, Josefine, was lovely, oval face, dark brunette hair, falling to the shoulders, brown eyes, outstanding figure. Since she worked for a cosmetic surgery place, had she had work done? I could envision bedding her. She didn't have a wedding ring, though I supposed she could have a partner, male or female.

"Thank you. How many different languages are spoken in Switzerland?"

"There are three major official languages, German, Italian and French, depending on what part of Switzerland you're in, the most common language fluctuates. This part of Switzerland is primarily French. Many of us also speak English."

"Do all Swiss speak all three languages?"

"No. Usually only two, although I speak three; French, English and German. It's the reason I was assigned to you."

"Does the Doctor speak English, or will you be interpreting for him or her."

"She speaks English and French. She got her medical degree at Johns Hopkins in the US."

"Thank you."

About ten minutes after the nurse left, Dr. Helene Rochat came in to check me over. She was a pleasant looking, dark haired woman with a good figure. Were they all required to work out to look good to inspire their patients? She appeared to be around thirty, but I could see from some of the diplomas on the wall she had to be older, perhaps closer to forty, unless she graduated from college at the age of fourteen. She was slim with great legs. I could see fucking her too, though she did have a wedding ring.

"Good morning, Miss Wilson. I'm Helene Rochat. I understand you're here to have some scarring addressed?"

"Yes, Doctor. This is my fiancée, Sahar Hafeez. She'll be a frequent visitor."

She nodded to Sahar. "Let's take a look, shall we?"

I undid the tie and pulled the gown forward so she could see my back and buns.

"I just saw some wounds and scars like these a couple months ago. Stingray barb, right?"

"Yes. I was part of the same group rescued from human traffickers in Morocco. They liked to use the stingray barb to instill obedience. There are two others who suffer from wounds from human traffickers who may need surgical help, one of them from barbs like me, the other suffered frequent canings from a different owner. They weren't ready to have their surgeries addressed yet."

"You received more than two of the others. You were less obedient?"

"I was trying to draw attention to myself to help protect the other two from the worst of it. I thought I might be able to withstand it better than they could. I couldn't withstand it as much as I thought I could. Within a couple weeks, I was the most obedient slave bitch you ever saw."

"One of these looks more fresh than the others."

"A friend thought it was necessary to break my slave conditioning. It did help a great deal. It was so I'd stop begging to be fucked or eat shit or drink piss."

The doctor looked at me for a few minutes considering what I'd just said. "Have you stopped begging for those things?"

"For about six weeks now. Although I no longer beg for sex, I'm still more desirous of sex than I was before my capture, and I enjoyed it even before then. It's entirely likely I will seduce your staff for sex, either male or female. If they should be caught having sex with me, don't fire them. I'm quite good at seduction. That includes you. I find you attractive. Just fair warning. I hope my fiancée can provide for most of my needs, but she can't always be around."

She looked at me again. "There are a couple things I can do for you. I can take skin from other parts of your body to put it over some of your scars. I might need to do that for some of the deeper scars. We've also had a lot of success with a new synthetic skin that's been developed. That should be sufficient for the shallower scars."

"You're the expert. I leave myself in your hands. A friend said the other two look good now. You can't tell they were struck like I was."

"We'll admit you today, and start the surgical procedures tomorrow. I'll probably be able to get most of it done then, although I might need to do a follow up in three or four days depending on how they look in a few days. Expect to be here for about a week. After we release you, I'll need you to come back for a followup two weeks after your release. I may need to do another a week after that. Does that present any problems for you?"

"Not at all. I'm staying at the Fairmont Le Montreux Palace until my treatment is over. They have a number of amenities available to me there you might want to address before I'm released. For instance, they offer massages. I'm guessing I can't have back massages on any of the areas you are repairing until the skin is fully healed. I would also suppose that tanning might not be good. No burning of the new skin, so the outdoor pool might be a no-no."

"You guess right."

"They have some other things that might be acceptable. Sahar will bring a brochure when she comes to visit tomorrow. I was thinking hydrotherapy might be fine, but I don't really have much medical knowledge."

"I'll take a look at the list and see what looks like it might be helpful, if not harmful. That place is pretty expensive. Are you sure you can afford to stay there for three or four weeks?"

"My sponsor is not hard up for money. He cares for me and feels somewhat responsible for my capture, although I don't blame him in the slightest."

"Let's get you checked in and started on some things to make your skin softer and more flexible."

"Thank you." Dr. Rochat left and shortly after, our original nurse returned.

"My name is Josefine Favre, and I will be your primary nurse through your treatment. Other nurses will deal with you at night or perhaps the weekend, but if you have questions, you should ask me."

"Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend?"

"You ask me that in front of your fiancée?"

"Sahar will have sex with you if I do. I share everything with her. Do you have a partner?"

"I'm not sure it's any of your business."

"I don't want any long term relationship you're in to be ruined if I have sex with you. If you're in one, I'll leave you alone, or we could invite your partner to join us."

Josefine blushed. "I can't have sex with you. I'd be fired."

"I already warned Dr. Rochat not to fire any of the staff I seduced. I told her that included her. I went through something bad, and I've craved sex more since then. I was conditioned to be sexually available and pleasing to others, both men and women. I might have begged for sex before, but at least that's been addressed. I won't beg for it, but I will endeavor to seduce you."

"What did Dr. Rochat say?"

"She changed the subject. I think I made her nervous."

Josefine looked at me. I think I made her nervous as well. She led both of us to my hospital room. It was a private room, small but nicely appointed for a hospital room. Josefine told me someone would be applying heavy duty moisturizers to my skin five times today, and again tomorrow morning before the doctor started her surgery.

"Would that be like a massage?"

"Less pressure to the underlying muscles. More like rubbing suntan lotion on you."

"What time will the first one be?"

"Around 11:30, just before lunch."

I looked at my phone. About thirty minutes. Long enough for Sahar and I to have a quickie.

"Thank you."

Josefine left and I said, "A little sex before you leave?"

"Of course."

I was already half naked. Sahar skinned off her pants and panties and joined me on the bed. I had just enough time to give her a muffled screamer before a young man walked in on us with our faces buried between each other's thighs.

He coughed politely when we didn't immediately notice him. Sahar got up and put her clothes back on. Neither one of us looked guilty after being caught in the act. But then, I was used to quasi public sex. I pulled my hospital gown down to cover my lady bits. I used a tissue from the box beside the bed to wipe my face. I bid Sahar goodbye and told her I'd see her tomorrow after my surgery. She smiled at me, then looked at the young man. I followed her glance and saw he was erect. I smiled back at her and nodded. If not this time, then later.

His name tag said Reynard.

"Can you tell me what this is for?" I asked.

"To make your skin soft and pliable."

"Do you just do the areas of the scars?"

"No. The doctor may need to take skin from other parts of your anatomy to fix your scarring. We need to do your entire body except for your breasts and your mons."

"Why don't you do those two areas?"

"Too many hair follicles on your mons. You wouldn't want a hairy spot on your back. Most women find they don't want to mar the beauty of a breast to repair their back or buttocks, plus the breasts are particularly sensitive. The most likely area to remove skin for grafting will be your thighs or stomach."

"When are they going to do this the rest of the day?"

"Around every three hours. Two thirty will be the next time, then five thirty, eight thirty and eleven thirty will be the last one."

"Will you be doing it every time?"

"I'll do the next one. Someone else will do the last three. I'll be doing the one before your surgery tomorrow."

I removed my hospital gown, lying naked face down.

"You don't have to remove the gown," Reynard said.

"I prefer being naked."

He hesitated, then moved to the bed and began smoothing the stuff in the jar all over my arms, back and legs. It felt good. I spread my legs slightly. I'm sure he could see the dampness of my pussy. Sahar had left me aroused. Still he didn't get too close to the font of pleasure, perhaps an inch or two away. I still moaned to show him I appreciated it.

Reynard stopped and I asked him if I needed to turn over.

"I'd like it to soak into your skin a little before you turn over and the sheets soak up some of it."

I was comfortable and didn't mind. I could almost fall asleep I felt so relaxed. After around a quarter hour, Reynard asked me to turn over. I did so, leaving my legs slightly spread. I could feel some of my fluids leaking down towards my bottom. I was a horny bitch.

Reynard started on my front side. He stayed away from my breasts and pussy. Too bad, he had good hands. Since lunch would be soon, I didn't do anything this time. I thought the next time would be better. Less chance of being interrupted.

He finished quickly, blushing when he put the thick cream on near my pubis and breasts. He finished, checking his watch frequently between glances at my naked splendor. His cock was still hard.

"You can put your gown on again," Reynard said. "The cream should be absorbed enough in your skin now."

"I prefer to remain nude."

"People will be coming into your room soon with your lunch."

"I don't care. I lost my modesty a long time ago."

"What happened to you? How did you get your scars?"

"I was captured by a human trafficker in Algeria along with two other women. We were taken to a fortress hideout in Morocco where we were trained to be obedient and sexually pleasing to our future owners when we were sold. I received the scars from a stingray barb used to enforce my obedience. I was almost branded. I understand the doctor would not have been able to hide a brand. I would have worn the slave brand for the rest of my life. I was rescued just before that happened."

"There were news reports about that. Raids on human trafficking sites all over the world, hundreds of slaves freed."

"The one most responsible for my capture was running the operation. When they discovered where I was being held, they learned about the others as well. They tried to take them all down at once."

"I'm sorry."

"You weren't responsible. The ones who were, paid with their lives."

"It shouldn't have happened to someone so beautiful."

"It shouldn't happen to anyone, beautiful or not."

"Right. You're right of course. Who is the woman who was with you when I arrived?"

"My fiancée, Sahar. She helped me recover from my slavery. She was a former slave as well. It helps us to understand each other."

"I see."

They brought my food. The woman server who brought it looked at me, then Reynard. I could almost see her thought processes.

"He didn't do anything. I prefer being nude."

"Would you like help getting dressed again before you eat lunch."

"No. I really do prefer being nude. I haven't worn much in the way of clothes for most of the last year. Unless I get cold, I don't find I have much use for clothes. It's comfortable in here."

Reynard left. The young woman set my food on my bed table, then helped me to raise the back of the bed so I was almost sitting. She was attractive as well. Another model for how you could look with the proper care and a skilled surgeon? Even Master's ship didn't have this level of attractive men and women, though they were all fit and in good shape. Perhaps Switzerland just had handsome and beautiful men and women. Roger Federer was good looking. Lots of exercise climbing mountains and skiing? The mixture of different cultural groups, French, Italian and German?

She left me alone and I ate. I tried turning on the TV, but there wasn't anything on in English. I needed some reading material or something else. I was bored. I texted Sahar and told her to find me an iPad and buy it for me, bringing it when she came tomorrow, then I napped.

Reynard came in again at 2:30. Since I was on my back when he came in, I stayed that way. No reason he couldn't do it the opposite way. I noticed the erection in his pants as he applied the cream.

"I can take care of that for you if you wish."

"Take care of what?" Reynard asked, oblivious.

I grabbed his cock, felt the meatiness of it before he yanked my hand off him like I'd scalded him. He looked frantically around to make sure no one had seen me.

"Please, don't."

"Are you married?"

"No, but I could get fired, and I love my job."

"I warned Dr. Rochat I might seduce her staff. In the course of my captivity," before that really, "I was trained to be sexually pleasing to men and women, to satisfy their every want and desire. I was sexualized by my time there. I greatly enjoy, and even need, sex. That's why my fiancée was taking care of my needs earlier. You needn't worry I will sue or have you arrested for molesting me. I need sex frequently. I become frustrated if I don't get it. It wouldn't take much for me to cum. Finger me for a couple minutes and I'll have a nice orgasm. I can suck you off. It won't take but a couple minutes for you to cum."

"What about your fiancée? Won't she be upset?"

"I told you she understands my needs and I understand hers. She won't care. She was the one who pointed out your erection to me when you came earlier."

He looked around a little bit more to ensure no one was around or likely to come in, then he extended his rubbing to my breasts and cunt. As I'd promised him, I climaxed easily, softly moaning as he caressed me. He stepped back and waited for the the required period of time for my skin to absorb the cream, then asked me to roll over. When he did my back and legs, he let his hands wander deeper into my crotch and fingered me to another quick orgasm. He stepped back.