This is somewhat the end of the Claire story. There is few more stories that take place at different times during the Claire timeline.
OUT OF AFRICA
It was a long trip with several changes of planes but she finally made it home after months away. Her parents was not sure if she was ever coming home again, and were extremely happy when she came back to them.
It took time to get used to being at home again and being free again. She was even more submissive that before but her parents and friends encouraged her to be more assertive. Then one day there was a phone call for her. “Hello this is Fatima Aziz, I was informed you’re a recent convert to Islam”
“Well not really, its… complicated. Why, what were you told?”
“We received an e-mail from your master Abdul, that he freed you. It is expected that a freed slave converts out of respect for their Master.”
“Yes, he said that, he taught me some Arabic from the Koran, and explained the tenants of the faith and how to pray, but I didn’t convert”
“Well he asked us to look after your Islamic education, and you don’t want to be ungrateful to him”
“Of course, I’m grateful, and was hard to leave him, but I don’t want to disrespect your faith by not being a believer”
“Well I want to come and pick you up and talk to you here at my home”
“Why not at mine?”
“I think it would be easier to talk at my house, I’ll be over in 15 minutes OK?”
“OK, I guess so” Claire changed her clothes to more modest clothing, long sleeves and full-length skirt. She had just finished when the car drove up.
“Greetings Claire, I am Fatima, I am very glad to meet you, shall we go to my home and we can talk?”
“OK sure” Claire was rather nervous about it all
Fatima was wearing a very loose-fitting dress and Hajib. She greeted Claire with a smile which she reciprocated. The house was surrounded with a high fence and upon entering Claire remembered to remove her shoes before entering. She found a group of six women in the living room, apparently waiting for her. They all stood up and hugged her in welcome. The started greeting her in Arabic and Claire tried to keep up as best she could.
Fatima was from Egypt, 55 and heavyset but still good looking. Alia was born in Canada but her parents were from Indonesia. She was 32 with light brown skin and somewhat plain. Durrah was From Tunisia, 46 and nice looking. Kehara hailed from Nigeria, 28, black and good looking. Mahnoor was from the France but her family had come from Algeria. She was 38 and had the lightest skin of the women. Parveen was 23, from a mixed race couple, Iranian father and white mother but had her fathers darker skin and then there was Sabina who was 19 who lived with her parents who had all come from Jorden.
They told her the closest mosque was an two hours away in Regina, so one would have to leave early for Friday prayers. “How many Muslim families are there here in our city?” Claire asked in English
“Oh, I’m afraid we’re the only ones.” answered Fatima.
The women questioned her about what she knew of Islam, and what beliefs she had.
“I’m a Roman Catholic, my and my family are active in the community but we’re not hard core Catholic’s.
“Ah but Jesus is a prophet in Islam as well.” stated Durrah.
“Yes, I heard that, but lets not get too serious about this.”
“The path to Allah is very serious.” Fatima said while she took hold of Claire’s hand
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have too high expectations of me. But I’m willing to learn to pray with you for a while.”
“Well we should not expect too much since your not here out of faith.” stated Fatima, who was obviously the leader of the group, being the oldest.
For the next couple of weeks Claire would go over to Fatima’s house, and for an hour she would be instructed in Islam. One or two of the other woman often came to help. Claire applied herself but she wasn’t an enthusiastic student.
Finally, Claire agreed to go with them to the Regina Mosque for Friday Prayers. She traveled with Fatima and her husband, Aarif, who drove while the two women sat in back. Claire was wearing a Hajib as she had been while she was taking her lessons, and sometimes when she went out with the woman socially.
After Friday Prayers they introduced Claire to her sister and her husband Emran and Baha Safar, who were in their mid 50s and lived in Regina. “Do you know anyone here?”
“Not really, just some distant family members.”
“Well maybe if you want to spend some time here you can stay with them.”
“Oh no that would be too much of an imposition, I just met them.”
“Nonsense, you’re my sister’s Talba (1), we would welcome you like family.” exclaimed Baha.
“Well maybe if I go to Regina I might visit, but I would call first well in advance.”
After a couple of weeks of Islamic education both Claire and Fatima agreed that Claire was showing no more enthusiasm than before. They continued to socialize on occasion and she once more joined them for the long trip to the Regina Mosque for Friday Prayers. They then were invited by the Safar’s to come back to their place for tea.
The subject of slavery came up and Emran told of his slave that died of cancer two years ago. Noticing Claire’s discomfort, they asked why she was upset. She decided to tell them some, but not all, of what had happened in Africa. Which brought nods from the rest of the group.
“He has had the service of a beautiful slave, and has done a praiseworthy act in the eyes of Allah.” declared Emran. Then Claire brought up her Islamic Slave Manumission Certificate. She asked if they knew a Islamic lawyer who could verify it’s validity, without submitting it to the government. If she could keep authorities from finding out and it getting back to Sam The Slave Man.
“My nephew Abdul Samad can help you. He practices with a small group of Muslim lawyers here in the city. If you want, I will ask him and tell him to be discreet.” Claire thanked him a after a couple of hours she went back home with the Safar’s.
After a week Claire asked Emran Safar to make an appointment with Abdul Samad to discuss her Manumission Certificate. She decided for protection to scan and print a copy and only bring the copy with her, since he just needed to read it and not file it. Claire was very nervous driving to the big city, worried that her documents were worthless. She wore a long loose dress and Hajib to see the lawyer, just in case.
She was waiting for her appointment when a young man came out and said, “I am Mr. Awad, Mr. Ebeid is in a meeting that’s running late. He asked me to appraise you until he can evaluate you himself. Don’t worry he will be here soon to deal with you.”
He told her to follow him, and as she did so she said, “That doesn’t sound quite what I was here for. What did he tell you?”
“He said it was about slavery, he didn’t have much time. But said an opinion was needed.” They entered his office. “Please undress so I can inspect you.”
“I’m not here for that I need an Islamic legal opinion on a slave document.”
“Yes but I still need to inspect you, take off your clothes now!”
“OK, OK I will. Just please look at this document.” Claire quickly undressed to get the meeting over with quickly.
He put the document aside without reading it, “Mr. Ebeid will deal with that, im sure the slave document are in order.” He looked at the now naked Claire with lust. He came over pulled down her lip. “You don’t have a slave number tattoo. Why?”
“I didn’t want one.” Claire said sarcastically.
“No number above your cunt, turn around.” Claire did and he saw her brand. “I don’t recognize your Master’s brand.” We’ll photograph it later.
“No I don’t want any records or this.”
“That’s not your choice slave.”
“I’m not a slave, I was released, That’s what the document is about.”
“Is this the only copy.”
“No that is a copy I made, the original is with my parents.”
“Show me your skills then. Give me oral sex.”
“What!” That’s not why I’m here
“Well I’m in charge of you so show me how good you are.” Unfortunately, Claire wasn’t able to stand up for herself very well anymore. She got on her knees and started sucking his cock. She wasn’t going to give her best, he certainly didn’t deserve it. Barely using her tongue, she bobbed her head back and forth to have the cock slide back and forth in her mouth. Even then he came quickly, “Shit your good.”
“Obviously he doesn’t know much about good sexual techniques.” She told herself.
There was a phone call. “He’s ready to see you now,” he clicked a collar on her that had a chain on it. “Come with me.”
“Take this off, I’m not walking through your office slave naked.”
“You’ll do as your told or this will be a long meeting.” Claire acquiesced and she was surprised she didn’t feel morbidly embarrassed to be walked slave naked through the Law Firm.
He brought her through the door to Mr. Ebeid office. The tall , good looking gentleman jumped up and yelled out, “What’s the meaning of this?, What have you done?” they both started arguing in Arabic. Claire couldn’t follow it all as they talked too fast but Mr. Awad was defiantly getting chewed out, and he started acting apologetic and left with his head down.
“I am so sorry this has happened,” He unlocked her collar. That idiot will bring you your clothes.” Looking over the document, “Yes this is all in order, were you ever registered as his slave?”
“No I don’t think so, it was always going to be temporary, so I doubt it.”
“Yes probably.” There was a knock on the door and the much deflated man brought in her clothes. Claire immediately put them on since they had seen her nude anyways, being shy now made no sense.
“Thank you so very much. I’m going to have to find a quiet place to de-stress after this.”
“I understand, and please accept my heartfelt apologies for this. If there is anything else I can do I will do it at no charge.”
Claire took her leave and walked down the street, but found herself close to the mall where Sam the Slave Man was. She found herself drawn in and to the store. “Welcome Sister Claire, would you like to be auctioned today, there is one in two hours. Please go Customer Service to arrange.”
“No thank you.” She replied, “Boy those thing have been upgraded.” She thought. She did go to the desk
“Hello how may I help you? Are you here to buy or sell.”
“Neither really, Are the Slave Pens full?”
“Well there are only six slaves in store, four are to be auctioned. Are you here to join them?”
“No I was really stressed and for some reason I find being in the pens almost comforting.”
“Oh I see you info here, wow Prime+, and your still free, that’s unusual. But i guess with the conditioning, being in the slave pens might do that for you.”
“I have t admit I have sometimes though of building a slave pen at home, of just get a slave cage.”
“Well we do sell those.”
“No my car is small, it wouldn’t fit, and I don’t think my parents would be thrilled if I bought one and used it for myself.”
“Ya a lot of people around here don’t like slavery, business is usually pretty slow for selling slaves. |We make most of our money in slave supplies.” He bent over towards her, “I think couples use it in the bedroom and not for slaves.”
Claire smiled, “Probably. Actually I don’t know why I’m here, its not like your going to let me hang out in the slave pens.”
“Well I can let you do it for over an hour if you give me $20.”
“How do I know you won’t auction me?”
“Well you know you have to go in collared and naked. I’ll update your chip as Temporary Hold and put a Free Woman label on your collar.”
“OK.” And Claire disrobed and he collared her, put on the label, and updated her chip.
“I’ll come back for you in a little over an hour, OK.”
“Sounds good.” And Claire settled down, did some slave stretches and did some deep breathing. He had put here as far away as possible from the other slaves. And Claire found herself relaxing.
An older man came in and was looking over the slaves. He didn’t realize the six were the only slaves so he explored the whole are, coming to Claire. “Oh hello sweety, I don’t’ see a slave description here, are you in the auction?”
“No I’m not” she simply stated
“Well maybe I can do a private sale instead. But I would like to try you out first”
“I’m not for sale.”
“Oh who do you belong to then? Maybe he will rent you to me?”
“I’m sorry, I really should have given better answers, I’m not a slave I’m just here for personal reasons.”
The clerk showed up to release Claire. “Sorry I didn’t know you were back here, the slaves are over there.”
“I want to buy her.” The man insisted, “and try her out first.” The clerk let Claire out of the slave pen. “Slave show me yourself. Your in collar and must obey.”
“That’s not how it works sir, Please don’t make any trouble. There is a auction in a half hour, go make a bid if you want a slave.”
“Those horse faced slaves aren’t even Utility Grade.”
“Please don’t insult our stock. Please leave.”
“I want to see what I’m missing.”
Claire interjected, “If I show myself off will you leave and leave me alone?” He said he would. So Claire went through her paces, showing off her breasts, ass and pussy like she was on the auction block. Both the men became noticeably aroused at this, and were extremely disappointed when the show came to its quick end.
The clerk led her to the main store where he gave her clothes. The Older man watched her as she dressed. “I wasn’t able to try you out.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal, no goodbye and stay away from me.” And Claire marched out the store and too her car and drove home.
Claire had been exploring the small anti-slavery movement online. She learned that the only major Christian Denominations to denounce slavery were Quakers and to a lesser extent Mennonites. She was looking for someone who could direct her to a doctor who could remove her brand. She chatted with a few people and finally got a lead on a Doctor Harrison in Saskatoon. She called his office and made an appointment.
She discussed the fact that she wanted the brand removed, but that she didn’t want a record that she had had a brand in the first place. The Doctor inspected it and said that the brand had not been burned in deep, He told her to completely remove it he would have to take some skin for grafts. The burn would be surgically removed and the grafts would heal the resulting wound while covering up any evidence it had every been there. The Doctor reassured her that he has done this a few times on free women. And he always charted it as a burn treatment, which was true so he wasn’t lying.
It was a month before she could get the surgery, and she was released two days later. Though she had to lie down in the back seat of the truck. It took a good month for it to completely heal and there was nothing to show that the brand had ever been there.
I have written a separate story of a vacation in Toronto (unfinished) that takes place at this time
NOTE
1) Talba – Arabic for Female Student
