Isabella Smith Point Of View.
"Good morning gentlemen, Dominic Clint is proud once again to bring you the finest slaves from all over the world. They are perfectly trained and tested and as always you can check out all the slaves personally." Dominic Clint announced from the stage on the occasion of the auction day. I had always listened about the auction of houses but, had never thought of auction of human flesh.
At the end of the stage, there were the girls shackled by an ankle to the rail that goes all the way around the catwalk... Excited buyers eagerly began to examine the slave girls from head to toe. Each beautiful woman walked to the end of the U-Shaped catwalk and back along the other side. They were naked, obviously in order to show their bodies to the buyers.
It is believed that God had created human beings to live in peace with each other, and to take care of the re
Enjoy the update.Irina Ivor's Point Of View.From the dead-end to the main road, a man standing at the edge of the road in tattered clothes and covered in dirt carrying an axe was staring me with bloodshot eyes. I held my breath and trotted away from him hurriedly. The man started running up from behind with an axe, and I literally freaking screamed for help. I ran and ran until my legs started to pain. I waited for a few moments to calm down my wounded nerves. I moved my eyes to the expensive wedding dress, I was wearing which was breathing stained blood.All of a sudden, a hand reached over my mouth and started dragging me forcefully. I tried to resist a lot, but the person who was forcefully dragging me didn't let me go. He placed a blindfold over my eye, tape on my mouth, and cuffs on my wrists behind my back. I was placed inside a car. The ride seemed t
Enjoy the update. Ernest Mervyn's Point Of View. "Please have mercy on me, Boss." A man in early thirties begged while kneeling and rubbing his disgusting face on my neatly red blood polished shoes and I could only feel sorry for the condition of my shoes. It must have screamed internally "Stay the fuck away from me, you horrible stinking man" due to his disastrous breath. Trust me It was horrible than the sewer. My Poor Shoes. "Please, I and my wife are sorry. At least leave my wife. She is pregnant for god's sake." He begged again and again while crying hysterically. Instead of feeling sympathy, It fueled my anger more. I yanked his hair harshly and made him look at me while I leveled myself on the ground. He hissed in agony. "You just remember about her pregnancy. Where were your senses wh
Most awaited Veronica Mervyn's Point Of View at present while staying secretly in Clint's Mansion. (Mansion of Dominic Clint) "Touch me, slut." Dominic glared harshly into my eyes as he demanded me for his pleasure. I hurried to oblige him. "Yes," I moaned as I seized his hard dick into my hand. In a flash, he clasped my throat. "Yes, what?" he commanded. "Yes, Master," I whispered. "I'm sorry master." After a brief hesitation, his nod signaled that he accepted my apology. At least for then. I started pumping his cock, lying nude next to him, my nipples puckered in excitement and my pussy ached. All I wanted was to please him, for him to use me for his pleasure and every desire. By the look in his eyes, I knew he would. "Come on, what is it?" "Yes, master. I breathe to satisfy you. I survive to s
Irina Ivor's Point Of View. Nervous. That's what was thudding inside my heart. Walking down the aisle made me feel like a notable. Everyone turned to look at me and pulled out their phones and cameras to take a pic. I had spent, like, six hours before the wedding taking pictures and stuff with my full makeup on. When everyone was taking photos of me walking down the aisle, I selfishly kept thinking about how I would look in their photos, and I was hoping I'd look really good. I think I would have felt less nervous if everyone was seated and just looking forward. I wanted everyone to please stop looking at me. I inhale and breathe out a long breath and peeked towards the edge of the aisle. Unintentionally, a small smile spread on my face. There was my groom with his breathtaking appearance. My Bukka. He was wearing a completetuxedoincludin
Irina Ivor's Point Of View. My eyes fluttered open and I felt my body exhausted. My eyes were worn out because of the darkness surrounding me. I lifted my hand and rubbed my eyes while trying to focus on the dark surrounding. I felt the cold and rough metal around my hands, neck, and both of my legs. With the help of one of my hands, I tried to sit straight and touched the metal that was hugging my body tightly. It felt like a chain, securing my neck, both of my hands and legs. I panicked and touched the chain-like structure again to confirm and was panicked again, also the intensity increased with each minute passing by. My heart started to thud vigorously and frigid chills spread in each of my bones. Frightenedly I hurled both of my hands in the darkness, with a slight hope of rising from the bad dream, in which I was in but to no avail. I wanted to scream but, not even a weak voice could be heard. I tried again while
Ernest Mervyn's Point Of View. How could she? Still acting. "W-what a-ar-re y-you...." I didn't let her complete her rubbish sentence and pressed her neck more, almost choking her to death. Her eyes protruded out and teared up, an inexplicable emotion concealed her face. The moment her face color changed into red, I left her and she stepped backward from me while caressing her neck and inhaling long and deep breaths. I moved towards her and she again stepped back. I smirked evilly at her horrified and frightened state. I caged her, body sandwiched between me and the wall, placing my hands on her both side and purposely exhaling a deep breath on her neck while pressing my toned hard chest on her trembling and petite figure. She had not healed fully after the recent torture caused on her neck. "W-why a-a-nd h-how..." She stuttered but still failed miserably on forming t
Irina Ivor's Point Of View. "I appointed her as a slut of my hard-working men. She is the one and only one in our whole mansion, so isn't it a prestigious post?" He whispered in her ears while I trembled like a leaf. He pulled himself and smiled contentedly at me while a set of new tears flowed through my face. Have you ever wondered at one point in your life about how and why your destiny turned into a disastrous way or, to be precise in a cruel way? I was wondering because I had never thought, even in my dreams, that a situation will arise in which dream of my man, Ernest Mervyn would abuse and torture me. Not only physically but also verbally and emotionally. What had I done to earn a satisfied grin and pleasure on the face of my love, while I was enduring terrible pain? My whole right-hand was on fire and in unbearable pain. He mercilessly dislocated my shoulder and busted my h
Dominic Clint's Point Of View. "Jesus. That was incredibly fabulous." I remarked as my men were torturing an immoral soul, the man who tried to harass Isabella on the auction day. He was dangled above a huge glass tank filled with water. Large weights were chained to him, to pull him down, shoving and strangling him on his noose. It was vicious water torture and he had been tormented for an hour. I pressed a button and the cable immediately unspooled, smashing and choking him as the heavy iron balls attached to his body immediately dragged him under the water. The Man banged against the glass for help. He tried to scream, but couldn't and wasted his energy. He also tried to kick the glass walls of the tank. Ridiculous and Bizarre. Wasn't he? In less than thirty seconds, he had become delirious due to a lack of oxygen. He floate