Black Mistress White Slave Novels & Stories

I fist my palm as I try not to let it take over me. " Oh, but you are... You are a fucking slut and I ... And I am your master. Do you understand?" My voice heavy and low as I wheeze. I never believed in this shit of master and slaves. I am involved in a lot of things that are twisted , illegal, and immoral in the eyes of the general.

Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

Momo's voice had faded but I was in far greater trouble. The neighbors had gathered round, encircling me with broken pipes and steel bars. They were scared of me, of my very existence. "You witch." A black lady ran forward, swinging her pipe towards me. My hands moved, catching it before it could trample over my head. "That proves it, she's a Witch." She staggered back, the men moving forward in an attempt to hold me down. "Trust me. I'm not a Witch, I'm a human like everyone here." I said.

"That was the day I lost her. That was the day I ceased being a mother. All she believed was that we stole from the Mafia Lord and she was paying bigger for our sins. I could not blame her for believing so because that was what everyone made her believe. She ended up not knowing the truth and still does not know" "For years, the Mistress and the other slave girls suffered. Most of them were r@ped, used in many ways, and violated countlessly. They were used as a form of entertainment during the numerous gatherings but luckily, Vicenta was always pushed aside because of how fragile and immature she looked. She still did not grow big bre@sts and bûtt like the other girls, but she was not spared

I looked at Chantel pleadingly, but she only smiled at me as she said "Don't worry slut, mistress mommy is an amazing lover. I know you love it when I dominate you, now just imagine how sexy you will feel when you have two beautiful black mistresses to pleasure." Brenda then settled down on the bed on one side of me, as Chantel settled down on my other side. Brenda then said, "She's right. I know you are a natural slave. You see, Chantel is my daughter slut. She services my every demand, and has done so for a very long time. I am her mistress mommy, as I am the head of this family. So you will address both of us as 'mistress mommy' and 'mistress Chantel,' whenever either of us refer to you a

My body pulled closer to her. -" A whisperer," she answered again and I still couldn't understand. She sighed because she knew I was clueless about what she was talking about. So she continued to explain to me. "A long, long time ago there were black women who could whisper with gods. Their voices were the strongest of all people, stronger than kings or knights, and they had huge power because gods all the time listened to them. Local people were ruled by those women, most powerful warriors went to them for asking favors and questions about what to do in their life or how to win a battle, they wanted diamonds and their land became full of them but they didn't give anything in exchange to god

they had it harder. We all had it hard, there really was no comparing sufferings. However white men could rape female slaves without fear of punishment. It was only recently that I was told that men and boys were also sexually abused by their slave masters. I was baffled, it was indecent and horrible. Men and boys were obviously also forced into unwanted sexual activity but the only problem was they didn't bear mixed race children to document it. Like Mary..

Karen mumbled like a complete slut overwhelmed with pleasure and unbridled lust. "You understand these three white slut boxes are black owned now," Barbie said, something she had said to many women over the years and more times than not that became a reality. Once a white woman got fucked good by a black dick it was over. She would be blacked forever. Shit, there was even a website called blacked that catered to that exact reality. "Oh, God," the Christian woman moaned as the two dicks filling her two holes were creating such sexual sensations while the excessive humiliation somehow added to the growing euphoria. She tried to suck the other dick, but mostly was just randomly stroking it.

the black slave greeted him. "Good morning Melissa, have you discussed your sessions for the next week?" John asked. "Err... yes Master," Melissa answered. "Benedikta suggested me to choose to be tied spread eagled on an X-cross," she said blushing. "So every slave would caress you, Melissa?" John asked. "I hope so, Master" The black girl blushed. "But Masters' also would be able to use you," John stated. "Well, there are more slaves than Masters', Master." Melissa said with a funny face.

"She was lucky. She took the money. It turns out your 'loyal' mistress has a price. And it wasn't even that high." "You're lying!" Black barked. "She would never leave me for money!" he gritted. "She did," Rex said. No smile. "You don't have good taste, Black. You like things that are cheap. Things that can be bought with cash. We gave her an offer. Something small.” “She didn't hesitate. She took the money. She’s probably halfway across the country now, laughing at your foolish obsession." Black’s face went from red to a ghostly white.