Novel & Cerita Black Mistress White Slave

“I just wish I was still young enough to get pregnant too!” “Who knows what miracles we can make happen,” Marcus said as he stroked his hardening cock. “Now spread your legs, bitch. I’m filling you up next.” It had become just another normal day at the Harrington mansion..the day the two ladies of the house fully accepted their place as white sluts for their black master.

Making my way to the kitchen, I joined a new slave and we took the food to the dining hall. Her name was Mila Jenkins. She had dark skin and was taller than me. Mila was very beautiful, and she was so traumatized. Even though she tried to smile and be lively, I could tell that she had recently gone through something traumatic. We were not yet close enough for me to ask about her life so I had no idea what had happened to her before she came to Blackmoon.

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

I said and kiara smile and niharika laughed like a witch. "Ohh wait wait wait what did you just mention your husband *she laughed like a witch* so for your kind information let me tell you you are his slave. Just his slave whom he doesn't love but lusted more than anything. He just fucks you to overcome his stress and you have already consider him as your husband. You are a slut nandini one day he will handover you to his other servants just let him got over you. " Niharika said and my eyes just watered. I don't want to hear this but this is only truth of my life. Yes i am a sex slave.

Her voice dripped with contempt. The second slave, a smaller woman with a pale face and icy blue eyes, stepped forward, nudging a broken piece of plate with her foot. "You think you’re special just because Master decided to drag you in here?" Her voice was soft, but the malice in her tone cut deeper than any loud insult could. I stayed silent, my head bowed, hoping to avoid whatever storm was brewing between them. They didn’t owe me anything—least of all kindness. "Pathetic," the taller woman continued, her voice rising. "We’ve been here for years, doing everything perfectly. You think you can just waltz in and—"

Deep down, she wanted him to start moving his finger in and out of her pussy. He said he will be gentle, now he's gentle but he was indirectly tormenting her badly. She loved how his finger felt at first, but now he was tormenting her. She needed him to fuck her with her finger. As a slave she was, she dare not tell him what to do. Mike could see her facial expression. She couldn't hide it. It was too much for her to handle. "Someone is getting furious but she can't do anything because she's a slave." Mike said mocking while doing what he does best. Jennifer tried to soften her face, worried that her frustration might upset Mike.

"This girl over here forgot who she is. A slave. A slave to the boss and she makes herself comfortable in this house which is not acceptable. Slaves aren't given a room neither are they made to stay with the boss," she said out loud and dragged her by her hair to fall on her fours. "She dared seduce the boss and because of that, she feels like a boss too, not having respect for everyone who has been here before her." She added, trying to make everyone see the wrong Loretta did even though she did nothing.

“Did you see her?? Those kids?? Luck is a bitch, a few years ago she was his mistress but today she is his wife with two children, she is a really cunning bitch who knows how to survive. When her father's company went bankrupt, she jumped into his bed and seducing him she turned into his wife but it can never change that she is a slut.” "What difference does it make whether she is his wife or a mistress? It is just a tag; she was a whore and always be one.” They were right, being his wife was just a tag and nothing else. He could shut people's mouths but couldn’t change their thinking. I felt like someone choking me mercilessly making me suffocated and my eyes pooled with tears when today ag

“Why, mistress, they are the leaders of their kind. All of the other owners look to them for guidance in matters of importance. I am told that they are also the richest. Master Edward was asked to enter politics, but he declined.” As I listened to Jasmine brag about her employers, it struck me how clear her diction was and how educated she sounded. “Do you read?” She gasped and looked away. “It is illegal for a woman of color to know how to read.” “Yes, but do you read?” I persisted. When she said nothing, I said, “You are not a slave. Surely that makes a difference.” “I am not a slave by the grace of my masters. If something should happen that changes this and I become a slave, it

Black The Origin Chapter 28: Betrayal (2) A few hours earlier... "Nerom? Why are?" Amari still can't believe it and left standing won't be able to move an inch. "No more question. This is your trial." There is even no faint of mercy in his voice. He draws his sword pointing in Mari's direction. The Black Beast Sword was pointing at her. It was a relic given by King-Rank Swordsman. To think that his master's sword will be pointing at her is something she would never imagine.