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Travis realized he was no longer in control of his own body. "Wha- What are you doing to me?!" he yelled. "Pleasuring you, sweetie," she replied. Travis tried again to gain control of his body but failed miserably. "I can't move!" She placed a finger on his lips, "Shhh. Don't fight. It will all be over soon." The woman's eyes turn a vibrant red. Travis' face became white with terror as he watched two huge black wings extend from behind her... This wasn't real. This can't be real!

Just as I was about to respond, another executive chimed in. "Or mine. That silhouette would be perfect for luxury retail." My mind went blank. Wait, were they recruiting me? Already? I hadn’t noticed William approaching until he stood beside us. Quiet. Fluid. A little intimidating. "Jane is currently training under Mira," he said calmly. "She’s not available." The man with silver hair let out a chuckle. "Relax, William. We’re just admiring your...." He hesitated. Then, with a knowing smile, added, ".....mistress."

Meanwhile, for years, Victoria could freely stride into this mansion carrying dozens of luxury shopping bags without ever needing to hide a single item. Victoria could wear the most expensive gowns, flaunt the latest designer handbags in front of everyone, and walk with her head held high in absolute pride. And what about her? Elena stared at the luxury boxes before her with a profoundly wounded gaze. Even to possess beautiful things, she had to acquire them by surrendering her own dignity. By becoming the mistress of her own step-sister’s husband, hiding her existence in the darkest corner. As if these items were a massive, disgusting sin.

I know what this chat means, Alec will think twice before laying his finger on me ever again. * “Mistress do you want your hair in an up do or do you want it down.” My slave girl Kayla asked. “I want it down, that’s how Alexandro likes it. He likes to see my hair spread on the bed as he thrusts into me.” I said looking at myself in the mirror, I have come so far, a few years I was nothing but a slave girl and now I am the mistress of the quarter. I smiled at myself, soon I will set my people free from Alexandro’s tyranny, soon the witches will rule over silver lake.

The next morning, the mistress wears a black robe and black face mask to hide her identity. Her mate became useless, so she is the one who will do the last task she needs to accomplish. The mistress brings twenty copies of the video record about Alpha Bryan receiving his mission as the new ruler of the South pack that was given by the Great Spirit Wolf. She delivered all the twenty copies of the video to all officials of the South pack. Each video has a pair of letters. The mistress smiles wickedly. As soon as she successfully delivered all the copies of the videos and the letters, she immediately went home to her place.

For the past two weeks, she was tortured on the art of pleasure, although no one touched her intimately, what she had seen, felt, were too… “a mistress is not supposed to frown, there must always be a smile on her face, no matter the situation even if she was fucked by a thousand men, she should moan and give the appropriate sounds of pleasure whether she’s enjoying it or not”, the lady said, knocking her spine as she interrupted her thoughts. “you are lucky that the King has instructed that no one should touch you, but that will not stop me from having this opportunity to treat you like the whore that you are’.

the smirk on her face sent shivers down my spine. The other slaves looked at me in pity, they knew all their works combined cannot be measured to one night with the Alpha. I sank into self-pity, when will I be free of all these? I thought for more than the hundredth time. “He is here?” “ Where?” “ We are almost done,” “Right, take him there as planned.” “Good, yes, that's good,” the mistress said out loud without anyone talking to her which means someone is sending her a mental message, and my best guess is–

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Nadine understood that trust was a luxury she could not afford, for any hint of her true intentions could jeopardize her chances of success. As time passed, Natalie, blissfully unaware of Nadine's audacious plans, began to question whether her mistress would truly follow through with her daring escape. The days slipped by without any mention of Nadine's intentions, leaving Natalie to wonder if her mistress had abandoned her yearning for freedom. Little did she know that Nadine was silently and steadfastly forging her path to liberation, her determination growing stronger with each passing day.