Forced Bi Slave Novels & Stories

Mary, my sister-in-law, stared at me. Her face was deathly pale. “What did you just say? Are you asking me to abort my baby? All because of what Pip said?” I gave a solemn nod. “Yes. Pip said this child is an abomination. It cannot—” Before I could finish, Mary slapped me. “Your brother and I tried for thirty years to have this child! How dare you tell me to get rid of it? If he finds out, he’d kill you, you monster!”

You can see who Troy is speaking to. He was going to murder me if he caught me eavesdropping, but as his wife I had the right to know what my husband was up to. Just because he refused to give me my rights didn’t mean I didn’t have them. Yes, I was a slave to him. Yes, he made it clear that I was nothing more than an object who had no rights but that didn’t mean I wasn’t human.

I tensed, struggling against them with all my might, primal anger coursing through my veins. "You have no right!" I screamed silently, "I am not your property!" The woman took a step back, her expression a mix of surprise and pity. "Control her," she ordered authoritatively. But I refused to be intimidated. I fought with all my strength against them, like a wild animal cornered. However, the electronic stamp eventually landed on my arm, and the momentary searing sensation made me suppress a groan. Marked as a "Slave," I felt humiliated and fiercely bit the woman's hand.

Maximo didn't know that the woman who saved me already warned me to pretend that I had lost my memory once I woke up because if I did not, Maximo would force me to forget. I pretended I had no memories of the past when I woke up, and Maximo introduced the woman who saved me as my fiancee. I pretended I believed everything he told me until he sent me home. He doesn't know that even if he forced me to marry the woman who saved me, it would end up null and void because I was already married before the accident happened. " I smiled. "Maximo is now behind bars. We found all his hidden illegal business, his drugs, and we caught all his men, and they will stay in prison until their last breath. " I

The men that were behind the glass screen held all the power and I was nothing but a pawn in their game. I had signed myself up to be their pawn. I was in a place where I had no rights, no voice, no hope, no freedom. I was at their mercy, a slave to their whims. He meant every word, I tried to speak when the bag of ice was thrown over my head and tied to my neck.

he shouted, his voice harsh. I took a shaky breath, my heart feeling like it was going to explode. “Liam… Liam was Natalia’s fiancé,” I said, my voice so low I didn't think he heard me. “The night of their engagement… they drugged me. They made it look like… like I slept with him. They blackmailed us into getting married.” The room went silent except for the heart monitor. Dad’s face paled, and tears ran down his cheeks. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Get Liam,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Get Liam for me.”

Jessica could only smile dismissively. "If we win, you will be punished by us! Wear a pink suit! And be our driver and maid for one week! And no night rations!" Karina looked fearfully at her husband and boss. He even subconsciously held the Madame's arm. Morgan just looked at her flatly. "Agreed!" Morgan replied without hesitation. "And if we win, I'll have you upstairs for a full week! Two rounds every night! And whenever and wherever I want it! How's that?"

And I will make sure to get the passcode. “No, I won’t. Why should I listen to you always, huh? This time, you listen to me and be a good old grandpa and give me the passcode.” I retorted. “Stop behaving like a typical wife and do not disobey me.” He gritted, getting up from the sofa but stood still and did not take any further steps towards me. I held the phone tighter in my palm and contemplated my next step. “Forced Wife.” I retorted, my blood boiling in sheer anger and hatred for this monster thinking about the day he married me.

I was not a member of the pack, I was but a mere slave whom Zion 'rescued’ from the woods. Then one night, a few years after I was enslaved, Liam came to my room. He forced himself on me and whipped me when I tried to fight back. Foolishly, I told the Beta’s wife about it, hoping that as a woman she would side with me but instead, she locked me up in their dungeon and fed me worms. When I was finally allowed to leave the dungeon, Liam came again, and again.

Everyone else was in as well. I made my slaves wear their Slave Trainers today because they hadn't last night, but I turned it around on them, forcing them to orgasm after orgasm until the batteries ran dead. When I returned from shopping, the house reeked of sex. My slaves were naturally more orgasmic anyway due to their slavery. Forcing climaxes on them was easy and they both lost track of how many they had. When the batteries died, they were close to comatose from pleasure. On the other hand, the tension of greeting our parents again rapidly dissipated in the onslaught of cumming. Everything went into the oven on time, I started chilling a couple bottles of chianti I'd picked up while I w