Black Slave Sex Stories Novels & Stories

"You do realize I'm not gay, probably not even bi, right? I had sex with women because I was a slave and had to do as a Master or Mistress said. Slavery made me crave sex, and Lisa was a source of sex, but if I'm not a slave and don't crave sex to the same degree and you're willing to boink when I need it, I'm not intending to have sex with her again." "Why do you think your slavery made you crave sex so much?" "It released me from my repression. Slaves aren't allowed to be repressed. I had to serve you in any capacity you desired, whenever you desired it. I had to be ready for sex at a moments notice." "Since you were released from your repression, do you think you'll maintain your sex driv

JULIA When we'd finished fucking, the other slaves were eager to hear all about it. They dragged us back to the pool Lisa and I were prodded to tell them everything about our Master and the sex we had. Being lesbians, they were interested in whether Lisa and I were allowed to pleasure each other in addition to our Master. We both admitted we had engaged in sapphic love with each other as well as other women. We said neither of us had been with a woman before we'd started our slavery.

I was alone and trapped The room was small and cramped, with a bed and a dresser. There was no window, no way out. I felt like a caged animal, pacing back and forth in frustration. How had I ended up like this? I was once a proud and respected princess, but now I was a sex slave, locked away in a room like some kind of criminal.

When I stood, I said, "Perhaps the other slaves would feel more comfortable in their natural state." Lisa and Rhonda both stood up and took off their clothes. Shasta looked on in surprise as Rhonda removed her clothes. "You just told me you were a fucking cop!" Shasta protested. "I am," Rhonda said, folding her clothes, "and I'm a sex slave." "What a fucking cliche," Shasta said, "a black woman slave to a white man." "Only half a cliche," Rhonda replied. "I'm sex slave to a white woman." She knelt at my feet. "Do you desire anything, Domina?"

Have you been taking any medicine after s*x" Luciana asked and she shook her head. I'll go prepare the medicine for you, it helps in relieving plains too, not because I cared but because I pity you enough to not want you dead if you eventually gets pregnant and he found out. Over 50 sex slaves had gotten pregnant and he slayed them all" Luciana said. "May the gods forbid me conceiving for a monster"Galene muttered. "Good you said so" Luciana said and left the room going to prepare the after s*x herbal medicine.

"Each has their own story. Erika was the first male slave after me. He wanted to change his sex. From the moment he realized we'd do this here, he accepted everything." "It scares me!" Britney said in a trembling voice. "It's normal, you'll see, you'll have lessons for oral sex, sodomy, everything will be fine. » "What about the brand on Alex's butt?" "It's a brand to show that a slave has left here." "So she ran away?" "Yes, and she's back. And now you must rest. Tomorrow is another day." Britney went into her room where there was a real bed!

I also advised her to lower her voice so that we do not attract more attention than what we seem to be already. A particular table had two men sitting leisurely on their chairs but with a man and a woman naked kneeling before them, right in front of their wide spread thighs. I had no doubt the two down on their knees on the floor were slaves and the two men at the table were their masters. And by the looks of it, these two were a couple. A homosexual couple who also enjoys another gender in their circle. I did not need to see what they were doing in the dark, under the table, but it did not need any expertise to say that the man and woman slaves were giving their masters a head on each. Alth

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

Not even a word did he say. Nina heaved a sigh and got down from the bed to go take a bath. Stacey walked back to the door. She wanted to hit Nina so bad. She could hear their moans when she stood at the door. "I really need to teach her a lesson." She thought. Jericho is having another slave. Not even a common slave but sex slave. She didn't want to create any scene now so she walked back into her room. She's the green snake under the green grass. She, stacey knows what to do.

She spent a few days with the man that bought her. The man was a drunkard and he enjoyed beating her. She was lucky that he didn’t have an interest in kids. She had heard that slaves were easily raped, and they would spend days hating themselves. Most of those women would end their own lives after years of being abused. Those days of living with the old man was short. He had a gambling problem and soon lost all of his money. He didn’t have enough money for alcohol, so he sold her off to the slave-traders.