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I’d heard stories whispered among the servants back home—rumors of an underground den where music never stopped, where girls were paraded on their knees, collared, chained, forced to spread for men who had enough money to break them in half. Here, they weren’t daughters. They weren’t wolves. They weren’t human. They were sluts, whores, holes to be bought and ruined. And that’s what I was now. I could almost hear the girls before me being dragged, their screams swallowed up by the noise, their tears hidden under flashing lights. I could smell it too—sweat, liquor, sex, all mixing in the air. The scent of men who had already used their toys.

which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts. As he read through the second story, Elias couldn't help but begin to masturbate as he imagined Selena doing the same thing as she read through the story. After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Elias saw that Selena had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing.

—as he drove into me. He reached forward and grabbed the ruler again, using it to slap my breasts while he fucked me from behind. The mix of the cold wood and his hot meat was more than I could take. I was a wreck. I was a slave. I was his. "Tell me!" Silas roared, his hips hitting mine with a sound like thunder. "Whose are you?" "I'm yours! Aaa-ahh! I'm Silas's property! Forever! EEEE!"

Veroni had spoke about babies, and it had triggered painful memories. Memories of when the healers and medicine men of the kingdom told him one after another, that he can't father a child. Memories of the first year after slavery when he had desperately tried to prove them wrong, bedding so many women of the kingdom who had been all too happy to graze his bed. He had bedded so much he lost count, but none of those females had carried his fruit. He was so desperate then, it doesn't matter to him who will carry his child. Doesn't matter if it's a slave or an outcast, he just wanted to father a child.

Goosebumps jolting the nerves in my skin. Were there other slaves living here? Did they change the sheets? “I can’t say I haven’t had slaves before, I own quite a few, but you are going to be the first that I’ll train myself, you should be proud.” My spine stiffened with chill. His eyes were casual like he’d said a normal thing. He looked smug too, and he was still fondling his dick! Sex slaves were real people? The stranger in that anonymous app told me about it. I had called it a fantasy bluff, but were girls actually getting kidnapped like this?

getting started. I was excited having just watched the videos of Richard submitting to Lucas. Richard's first time sucking on a d*ck and letting a man take his virgin a*s. Lucas commanding Richard to call his wife and tell her they were through and that he was Lucas's slave. My c*ck was rock hard at the thought of Richard's submission and how I too now did Lucas's bidding. Lucas had made me strip naked at the door and he kept Richard that way at all times so he was always ready for a quick feel or to put on a show for him at his beckon call. After viewing the hot videos, Lucas instructed us both to head to the bedroom and wait on him. We padded down the hall, our erections pointing the way.

“She never stole anyone.” She looked down. She was taking multiple deep breaths, and it made me doubt her more. She’s hiding something. “Just fcking tell me, woman! What do you know?” Her shoulders trembled. “S-Stan and his friends are evil. They’ve been…forcing women to have sex with them. T-They share their women with each other, drugging them, and using them like sex toys…” My forehead creased. Fck! That sick bastard! It’s only right that Blakely didn’t end up marrying him. I should really thank this woman.

I wanted to see if there were any clues to whether I was right. I’d expected to find his amateur pornography—why did men always believe that all it took was a visual of them strangling their own purple-headed wonder worms to make a woman shiver? I’d figured there was an outside chance he ran a sex club, or some other IRL experience he was selling to the kind of people who looked for things on the fringes. As in, me. But the link only led to a profile page. That was my first surprise. Cain. Experienced primal dom.

If someone could spend 50 million dollars just to get me then they might want my body parts for more money. I was escorted to the backseat of a car and I waited there for whoever purchased me. I mean just the thought of me being a slave or sex slave to some old, ugly, fat, short, dirty man sent chills down my spine. What if he requests for a blowjob right inside this car, right now, what do I do? Tell him I don't have any experience or tell him to go fuck himself? He might end me! ‘No no no, stop such thoughts Lily!’, I warned myself.

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's