Black Mistress White Slave Novels & Stories

"Mistress, I apologize deeply for playing with your slaves without permission. It was wrong of me to do so and I will pay whatever penalty you feel is appropriate." MD patted her cheek. "I know you will, dear. We'll discuss your punishment when your Master returns this evening. For now, eat and rest. You've gone through a bad few weeks." "Since you're now in a safe location, slaves may remove your clothing," I said. All three of them removed their clothes. Mistress Dark noted Lucia's disrobing with interest. "Have you gained a third slave, Scott," Mistress Dark asked. "No, this is Lucia. She's Brianna Worth's sex slave. She's staying with us while seeking medical help. Lucia, this is Mistres

“I’m sorry; I don’t remember ever meeting you…” “You didn’t.”Granny shook her head, making some pure white strands of hair escape her braid. “Slaves were never allowed in front of vampire elite’s, unless it was to feed. I was a born slave. Served them for over forty years until I was no longer pretty enough to drink from.”

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

He stated between clenched teeth. Silence! “Talk!” I rolled my eyes. “That's what you want? You are making yourself a slave bound with chains and the key down Dan's throat. Go ahead, finish your job because nothing will change. You will remain in those chains, under his wing. I was his victim, I'm still am. He still didn't let me go even after I disappeared nineteen years back, doesn't mean you are an exception. So, go on. Track them down, kill them. You'll die a slave!” I confirmed, eyes burning into his.

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

The woman wiped her tears as Helen's eyes welled up. 'How could Marcel be this cruel? How could Marcel let this happen?' Helen thought to herself. And the woman continued, "After a period, they start selling these girls to different countries, some are sold for slavery and some for prostitution. All the girls in here are virgins and if they are not, they turn them into a virgin by stitching their genitals. Once their masters are done with them, they get them back here but the animals in here resell them to other countries again." The woman's feet gave up as she dropped onto the floor.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR (24) (Lustful desires) "What do you mean by you don't touch pregnant women?" "Hey! I will double the pay" he heard her argue "Good! just kill Stephanie and you get your money" Jason froze instantly His face truned pale as he stood behind the door in shock, he was still trying to process what he just heard, his ears ach from the bad words that just poured in, things he never expected, things like this are what the average African will call an Abomination, something that should never be thought of or talked about.

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.