Ass Slave Story Novels & Stories

Diane didn’t know when her tears turn into laughter and Akin himself burst into laughter. “Why are you laughing? I look like a clown right? He asks. “ofcourse No? she burst into another laughter “It’s felt so funny to me because I have never seen a master beg his slave before , in all the years I have been sold all over west Africa no man has never pleaded with me not even a woman has pleaded with me before, they all treated me bad, they beat me and my sister lock us up for days, starve us and even those men that we are given to would sometimes beat us up before having sex with us” she says with tears dripping down her face, I have even been sold to couple who needed babies who didn’t care

"Do you ever think about how many people your desire for a bit of slavery have affected, Domina? Not just Lisa, you and Master, who it started with, but Jerry and Reneé, Janet and Chen, Rhonda and me. Even your business was a function of it, so through that, it's affecting Shasta, Alice, Charlotte, and Melanie." "Two others were affected as well," I said. "Sarah became a Mistress after meeting us walking naked on the Pacific Crest Trail and her slave, Regina's husband, Ron, became a male slave after a poker game he witnessed us serving at. I only touched briefly on them on Memorial Day, but Ron was the male slave your mother fucked that day." "Sarah is with Regina's husband, Domina?"

Era rushed out these words, so excited to know what was going on in her life as Michelle shook her head saying, “No, I am not a slave. I was given my freedom by the prince months ago, after they took you, he sent me to the house of an old woman, Mrs. Danni by name and she is the kindest soul you could ever think of, she is the one who took care of me taking me as her daughter. I am not working as a slave. But although I am accepted by my people here, I am not happy. Nobody wants to hear anything about you, they all believe that you are bad and I hate them for that.”

“I… I was sold as a slave in Morocco. That’s why you never heard my name before.” Antonioni’s right hand shot out, gripping her jaw, his left hand still holding the gun. “You’re lying!” he snapped. Annabelle stepped closer, placing her hands over his. “No,” she said firmly. “She could be telling the truth.” Zina’s dark eyes flicked up at Annabelle, a glimmer of hope, or maybe desperation. She took a shaky breath, and then her voice trembled as tears started forming. “They… they hurt me… in ways… no human should ever endure. They… they broke me in every sense. Forced me… gang-raped me… whipped me… starved me… chained me in darkness for days… fortified me and made me their… their walking objec

Turned out I was wrong. Because already had something up his sleeve. I didn’t know it yet, but another Slave Games was coming. And it was coming a lot sooner than I expected.

I’m sure everyone knew what was going on but me. I had no clue of the plot and scheme that was going on behind my back. That I was being sold into servitude. My future was so bright, and I had an optimistic outlook on life. Before I met Blake, I had just gotten hired as an interior designer at a well-known company. I loved my job, until I was manipulated by my uncleand lied tto byy my husban who only viewed me as paid labor. But now I'm penniless. If only I knew what I know now, there was no way I would have worked like a slave to please him and his family the way I did. I thought he loved me, and everything I did was out of love for him. "Mrs. Crenshaw, we have reached your destination."

“You’re my mate—Cazz, you’re everything—" There was a strange moment, silent in the memory, but he grabbed for me, and showed them—all of them. “Yes!” I cried, abandoned, utterly unaware of an audience. “Your slave! I’m your slave!” “Queen and slave,” he rasped. “Y-yes—your slave, Cazz. Only you…” I was going to throw up. I pushed out of the chair and started across the floor, knowing there was a bathing room here somewhere, but forgetting momentarily where it was. My hands were shaking, and my stomach felt sick.

He showed me the procedure. It didn't take me long to memorize the teacher's number, so I took out my cell phone and wrote a message thanking him for everything he'd done and for the patience he'd shown me. "Don't worry... I've been in your shoes." He said and smiled. "I, too, was once a slave, I worked in the gold mines, I had no rest and most of my friends and family died there. Soren saved me, he couldn't save my family, but he saved me."

I gasp, maintaining a widen mouth for many seconds. I've been in the pack for years and I've heard pretty sad stories of slave wives who were discovered and freed. Some mates pretended that they were sick and would not let anyone visit them, even their family. Everyone out here would be praying for their recovery, not knowing that inside, they are being bound and beaten, tortured by their mate and the girl that is their mate's Mistress. They are unclad and starved. It's the worst treatment that can ever happen to a woman. As I hear this, I become so furious, I rise to my foot. "I'll go find the prince wherever he is challenge him openly concerning this!" I'm already on my way to do this when

Emma and Casey hadn’t done anything to them but they kept saying negative things. “I can’t wait to laugh at you,” the woman said. “Soon you’ll be all skin and bones like we are. Enjoy your glory for now, knowing that it won’t last. Soon, I’ll be saying ‘I told you so’” “We don’t intend to stay here. I was enslaved in a pack before and I escaped twice. Yes, I got caught the first time but I got away the second time. Trust me, I don’t like to stay in one place and I don’t plan to stay here for long. The only people you’ll be telling ‘I told you so’ are your companions. Casey and I won’t be staying in this dump.”