I Want Her to Know What Love Is

Four more Unit buddies and one of the security guys working for Edgar tie the knot, including Maya to Berserker. There's not much sex in this chapter, except several people using a toy to give Xiu orgasms during the week. Like most of my other works, JohnnyGalt has helped with the editing. All mistakes made remain mine. This is a copyrighted piece of intellectual property, and not to be edited, altered, changed or published in written or any other format, without the written consent of the author. ©️Copyright 2026

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 28

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 28

Three, Four, No, Five Weddings and a Funeral

Three, Four, No, Five Weddings and a Funeral

The celebration the night before was epic. Another unit buddy had tied the knot, and three more were engaged. Without our children next door, my two ladies and I had a very good time and tried to ensure that Xiu got to enjoy some pleasure as well, each of us giving her an orgasm before we retired.

The celebration continued the next morning, and Xiu got orgasms one and two to start the day. When we got up and exited the room, Xiu was waiting patiently outside our door, with Wěi, wide-eyed, at her side.

"Honored Sir, when do you think I can have regular sex like normal people, and do you think someone would marry me, despite my having a son?"

"I know that it won't be while you're calling me Honored Sir, Xiu. You have to develop your own identity, one not tied to your previous slavery. As long as you insist on calling me anything other than Rooster, we know that you're still too submissive based upon your slavery programming to be having normal sex. I'm not qualified to say when that will be, but I know that if you don't have the ability to say 'No, I don't want to have sex with you, no matter what you want,' Beth is unlikely to approve you to have regular sex, so a lot will depend on you. How quickly can you shed the chains of slavery and become an independent woman again? How long will it take for you to become truly free and demand respect from others instead of automatically giving it to everyone, deserved or not?"

"As for the marriage thing, men in Western societies are used to women having children from prior relationships and marriages. Two of the women who got engaged yesterday have children. It hasn't stopped the interest of the men in marrying them. We don't expect women to enter marriage virtuous and pure. You know that Sonia has a son from a previous marriage, and Bobbi has two from hers. I'm entering into permanent relationships with both of them, and their children will become mine. I don't care that they have children. Their children are kind, smart, well-behaved, and already care for each other and others. They're good children, and I'm proud to be their father, despite the lack of blood ties.

"So, yes, I think at some point, you can have regular sex and find someone who loves you and Wěi as you both deserve to be loved. How soon depends a lot on you and your progress towards independence. Don't sell yourself short just for sex. Demand respect for you and your son. Someone who deserves you will come along and want to spend their life with you."

"Yes, Rooster. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Xiu. Come have breakfast with us."

"Thank you, Hon....Rooster. I'd enjoy that.

We had a nice breakfast and noticed we weren't the only ones who'd partied hearty the night before, after the wedding. I saw more than one set of bloodshot eyes. Beth, Sahar, and Edgar didn't have bloodshot eyes. They were more than a little alert and even unhappy looking.

"What's up?" I asked when I had a chance to talk to them after eating. "Why so glum?"

"The fact that a lot of slaves were freed and thugs have disappeared has made some people nervous," Edgar said. "Some of our eventual targets are starting to flee the country to more favorable climes. I'd guess around 25% of the bad guys have left. Left jobs, homes, even some families, to get out while the getting was good. We've tracked some of them, but not all."

"They won't escape if I have to track down every one of the mother fuckers myself," Sahar said. "There is no non-extradition with me."

"Would that be much of a problem? Haven't most countries in the world signed the Anti-Slavery Acts proposed by the old League of Nations and the United Nations?"

"Quite a few countries don't have extradition treaties with the US, so the criminals can't be brought back to the US," Beth said.

"But if they're signatories to the treaties, they could be prosecuted in those countries for engaging in human trafficking. Some of them might have harsher laws than the US anyway, including the death penalty. That would especially be true if any of the former slaves were taken in those countries. We've found a number of slaves from Eastern Europe, Asia, Latin America, and Muslim countries.

"Even if there is no extradition treaty with China, the taking of a Chinese citizen such as Xiu would be a criminal offense in China, subject to Chinese law. I doubt if there are any country club prisons in China, and even if there were, they wouldn't be used for foreigners. It would require prosecutions in the countries they fled to, but if any country is serious about suppressing the slave trade, particularly of its own citizens, they'd have to prosecute. We're not the only country with a criminal justice system. Even non-extradition countries have them."

"You're right," Beth said. "I've looked at this like we have to nail them here. We can nail them anywhere they have anti-slavery laws. Anyone who somehow manages to escape justice won't escape Sahar."

"Then arrest the other scumbags and track down the fleeing and present their new country with evidence of their crimes. Perhaps they'll get beheaded instead of locked up for a few years."

"I like you more and more, Rooster," Sahar said. "Let's get the rest of these fuckers arrested as fast as possible."

"The FBI is still in charge of the arrests and prosecutions," Edgar said.

"They need to be pushed," Sahar said. "They're too fucking slow. Maybe Miranda still has some influence to push harder. I'm going to call her."

Sahar walked off with her phone to make the call someplace quieter than the cafeteria. Beth was still doing interviews with former slaves, which is what she went back to, and Edgar went to talk to the FBI guys. Bobbi snagged me.

"My family hasn't heard from us for a while and are wondering where the hell we are," Bobbi said. "Can we meet with them?"

"Sure, invite them here. Your father and brothers helped get some of the hookers off the streets, and I'm sure they'd like to know the results of their efforts. Perhaps your Dad could hire some of these folks and give them a job, or knows someone who could. We might as well ask."

"This evening after supper?" Bobbi asked.

"No, invite them for supper. Let them get a good picture of the need we have, all the women and children desperate for help."

Bobbi smiled. "Done."

"I'll let security know they're invited, so they'll be let in," I said. "Pass Xiu's control around and make sure she gets a couple more orgasms before lunch. She sounded a little desperate this morning."

Bobbi kissed me and went to find Sonia, who still had the control from this morning.

I checked with the FBI agent coordinating the investigation, Winston, a troubleshooter from Washington or New York, I couldn't remember.

"What's the delay on making the arrests?"

"The federal prosecutor wants airtight cases."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Some are more airtight than others."

"We're losing some of these fuckers while we twiddle our thumbs trying to make it more airtight."

"I know."

"Do you know if the prosecutor is really that finicky, or is he trying to drag things out because he's a part of it?"

"Do you think so?" Winston asked, looking at me sharply.

"I don't know. How finicky is he with other prosecutions? Does he need every nut and bolt locked down for all of his cases, or is this one different? Look, if we arrest some of these bozos, some of them will spill, and the cases will get more airtight. If we let the big fish get away, they're going to start this up somewhere else, because it's easy money. Arrest them, and if this prosecutor can't make a good case, get someone who can."

"You make some good points. Let me make a couple of phone calls."

"We need to move, no later than tomorrow, or a lot of people died for nothing, and these people are depending on us."

Winston shook my hand and moved off to make his calls.

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Apparently, either Sahar's friend, Miranda, or whoever Winston called, had some juice, because after lunch, people started getting arrested; lots of people. They weren't waiting anymore. Sahar was checking the names off a list she had, every time she got the name of an arrestee. This was a pure law enforcement operation at this point, and my guys and I weren't in it at all. They were sending out arrest teams large enough so that even if any one person was crooked, they couldn't affect anything without alerting at least two other guys, and they usually had one BCI or FBI guy with each team of officers, so more than the strictly local cops, especially when they arrested someone in the criminal justice system.

Bobbi's entire family showed up at six. They were a little surprised at the amount of security. We hadn't really spoken to all of them much after Christmas, although the men were involved on New Year's Eve, going out with different teams, although none were with mine. They'd seen news accounts about the shootings since then, but not necessarily who was involved.

"Are you in danger, Bobbi?" Eva asked.

"Unless they blow up the whole hotel, I doubt it, Mom. Those who tried getting in here ended up dead. The guys running the protection are really good, ex-military. In addition to the hookers that our men helped on New Year's Eve, we've also freed over ninety slaves. They're on a strict, no-sex protocol. No one can accept sex from them even if they ask for it."

"Why not?" Dan, Sr. asked.

"Because they've been so sexualized by their slavery, they're not considered able to rationally consent to sex. One of them, Chinese, who has a son, said she can't refuse sex because whenever she refused as a slave, she was beaten or her son threatened. Yet she still needs sex, so we gave her a toy, and we give her orgasms five or six times a day with the toy, as she was used to getting a certain amount of sex every day. No one person is in control of the toy, so she won't start looking at one person as her owner, as it's spread around. You'll probably see her at supper, along with her son. She likes being around Rooster because he freed her."

"That's terrible," Carole said.

"Some of the stories are heartbreaking," Sonia said. "You should have seen how much Belinda and Tommy helped with some of the other children. They were such marvelous kids."

"Are they here?"

"Back home for now," Bobbi said, "going to school. Benson and Ann are looking after them, plus Huán and Quý. They didn't seem to be at any risk anymore. We might have been able to leave too, but we're still helping out. They started making arrests today. I'm sure there will be a lot in the news the next few days."

"We hoped you could see how some of the good work you put in on New Year's Eve is working out for everyone," I said. "They've got a school now for the children, English classes for the adults that don't speak it, counseling, self-defense classes, some vocational training, but I know a lot of these people are going to need jobs or other special training. Could you, or anyone else you know, help provide training or jobs for some of them? We still need folks who can help them learn to read and write English, even though a lot of them speak it.

"I believe they're still looking for cooks and people to teach cooking. Although these are all women and some children, maybe they'd like to learn plumbing. I don't really know, but if you haven't found a replacement for Bobbi, maybe you could hire someone there to replace her. Bobbi could teach them the job. Really, any help you can give. They're paying anyone who wants to work to help with child care, teaching, and cooking jobs, teaching self-defense, anything really, that these poor unfortunate people need to join a modern society. Some of them don't even know how to shop or use ATMs or any kind of banking.

"As soon as we're back home, Benson has volunteered to come and help out with cooking classes a few hours every day," Sonia said. "Not only does he know how to cook for large groups of people, which he learned in the Navy, he ran his own high-end restaurant before taking the job with Rooster."

"I have an elementary education degree," Mandy said. "I could put it to use."

"Why don't we head to supper, and you can meet everyone and talk to them," I said. "Be prepared to get a little teary-eyed."

"Oh," Bobbi said, "Preacher married Cherry yesterday, and all of the rest of Rooster's buddies are engaged. Preacher and Cherry are at some nice hotel before she goes to Switzerland to get her face fixed by a plastic surgeon. She was beaten almost to death."

"To whom are they engaged?" Frank asked.

"The hookers you met at Christmas," Bobbi replied.

"Do you think those marriages will last?" Eva asked.

"I don't know, Mom. Half of the marriages in the US end. It doesn't stop anyone from getting married. I don't even know if my relationship will last, but I feel like it will. How does anyone know if a marriage is going to last? One-third of my aunts and uncles are divorced. I'm sure they thought their marriages would last. It's a crapshoot. Everyone wants it to work. Hell, for all I know, Dan Jr. and Mandy could end up separated in a week."

Mandy laughed. "All the blow jobs he's getting, he'd better not go somewhere else."

"Some wives give them for free," Dan Jr. said.

"Some wives don't give them at all. I didn't use to. The regular sex is still free. Besides, you get a benefit from paying for blow jobs. That cute little item you practically tore off me last night was paid for by your blow jobs. Which wife do you prefer?"

"When you put it like that?" Dan Jr. laughed.

"Exactly, I get very little pleasure from a blow job, but I love little Danny making house calls. This way, we both get something we want. I get house calls or nice lingerie. You get a damn good blow job or a free and willing pussy. Now thank Sonia for her fine advice, and let's eat. I'm starving."

"Thanks, Sonia."

"You're welcome, Dan."

Bobbi and I both laughed from the exchange.

"So, Bobbi," Carole said, "how's your love life?"

"I have no complaints," she laughed. "My love life is off the charts good. I usually get some in the evening and morning, and sometimes in between. Rooster is usually busy during the day, but Sonia hasn't been. She's my afternoon delight, especially now the kids are home. The walls of this place weren't particularly soundproof. Sex right next door to them put a crimp on our free expression."

The others laughed. The entire hotel had been taken over by this time, so the eating had been moved to the old restaurant, although private tables had pretty much disappeared, going with long tables with plenty of benches to sit at. The food wasn't special, but it wasn't bad.

Xiu and Wěi arrived at the same time we did, from another direction. Xiu immediately attached herself to us.

"Xiu, I'd like you to meet Bobbi's family," I said. "This is Bobbi's mother and father, Eva and Dan Reeves, her brother Dan Jr., and his wife, Mandy, brother Frank, and his wife Lucy, and her sister, Carole, and her fiancé, Gordon. Everyone, this is Xiu and her son, Wěi. Xiu was a slave for six years, most recently working in a massage parlor. At night, she was kept manacled to her bed in the basement where she worked. Wěi was kept locked in a cage. He was born while she was a slave. His father is someone she was forced to have unprotected sex with. Wěi's English is limited, as Xiu mostly speaks Chinese to him, but he knew enough to obey simple commands from her owners.

"Xiu speaks English, but can't read or write it, since her owners didn't care, as long as she understood spoken commands. I happened to be the one who freed her, so she's feeling a little attached to me. She has already told us that she can't refuse sex, so that's why it's imperative we don't ask, and we refuse any sex she offers. Until a psychologist trained in dealing with trafficked and abused women has given the go-ahead, all sex with any of the former slaves is prohibited. Those who violate those rules get hurt, fired, or both. Sahar, who all of you men met on New Year's Eve, was a slave for four years, and will fuck you up if you harm any of the women and children here.

"Xiu, feel free to eat with us, and answer any questions the others might have."

"Yes, hon...Rooster."

Some of the hookers recognized the Reeves and Gordon from them helping to clean up Lake Street. I suspected a couple recognized Dan Jr. or Gordon for another reason, since Sonia wasn't the only hooker they had previously hired. They stopped by the table to say hi, and Dan and Gordon had to sweat out a few greetings. No one was crude enough to talk about it though, so their secrets remained secret from their wife or fiancé.

They also heard some stories from some other slaves, some of them pretty rough. As predicted, the women got pretty teary-eyed, and before long, both Carole and Eva had also agreed to help several hours a week, Mandy agreeing to teach the children five days a week, mornings only. Carole volunteered to teach reading and writing English, and Eva, modern banking and general financial matters. She'd helped her husband keep the books when he opened the plumbing business. Only Lucy's job and pregnancy kept her from volunteering some of her time.

We got the ladies signed up with Beth, who put them on the payroll and on a schedule. Carole was going to come in every weekday morning at ten for two hours. Eva was going to work two days per week, Tuesday and Thursday, one to three. Eva and Mandy could eat lunch each day there, and Carole could eat before her shift started, and they could all eat together those two days. Their paid compensation wasn't bad either.

"More money for our honeymoon, Gordon," Carole told him.

Xiu still needed a couple of orgasms, so Sonia showed the ladies how the controls worked and Mandy and Lucy each gave her an orgasm. Sonia recommended to each of the guys that they buy the toys for their spouses to play with on occasion.

Sahar, Beth, and Edgar came over at some point, pointedly thanking the men for helping out on New Year's Eve, and the women for volunteering to help at the shelter.

"Since we're going to hold classes on self-defense for all of the freed slaves," Sahar said, "if any of you ladies would like lessons on how to cripple an attacker, feel free to join in. The more women who know how to defend themselves, the less men will think we're fair game."

"Who teaches the classes?" Frank asked.

"I'll start the classes, although at some point, it needs to be turned over to someone else. Maybe some of Rooster's Unit buddies would take over at some point."

"Are you any good," Frank asked.

"I might be able to beat her in hand-to-hand. She'd clean my clock with a gun," I said. "You definitely wouldn't want to take her on, Frank. She's probably the deadliest person here, and there are a lot of ex-special forces types helping out. I've competed with her on a modified gun range they developed, and she was better than anyone, vet or law enforcement."

Sahar grinned.

"How did you get so good?" Carole asked, intrigued.

"After I was freed from slavery, I decided I was never going to be taken, used, or abused by another man again. Edgar and others started showing me how to defend myself, and I worked twelve to eighteen hours a day for a year to get better, mostly fighting against men, and using the gun range to become a better shot. I did it when I was sleepy, exhausted, fresh, hungry, thirsty, and winded from running ten miles. No one was ever going to hurt me or the ones I loved again, if I had any say in it. Men still have a strength and reach advantage, which is hard to overcome, but I'm fast, agile, stronger than you think, better conditioned, and I won't give up until you're dead, or I am. No one expects a woman to fight like I do, so I usually have the element of surprise going for me. I use it all. If you don't know what you're doing on a mat, you're toast. I still spend over twenty hours a week staying proficient. No one works as hard as I do to be deadly. I will die before I spend another second in slavery."