Lesbian Pain Slave Novels & Stories

Not today though. She bared her teeth, chest rumbling, and knowing what was coming, I braced myself as she slammed me into the wall behind me, the back of my head hitting it so hard I thought my cranium would crack. Lycans healed fast, but that by no means meant we are immune to the feeling of pain. We felt pain as keenly as any human. If not more. “You are worthless, slave.” she spat. “Weak, being bait fits you so well. I can think of nothing better to show you just how insignificant and expendable you are.”

The air whooshes and a second later I cry out in pain as the whip lands in my ribs, the searing pain making my breath catch as another lash lands on my legs, I cry out again and this only seen to fuel the Head Slave's anger because she lands a kick to my side. I curl into a ball, as though I'm trying to protect my internal organs, I try to think of a happy memory while the strokes land on my back making me scream in pain, but nothing comes, the happy days seem so far away that I'm not sure they weren't a figment of my imagination. My breaths become shallow and come in quick succession as my vision darkens then clears up again, the Head slave is sneering down at me. She grabs my hair and I do

But it was feeling like I had a werewolf female around which was in her heat. Honestly, I had never seen any women in heat or precisely I had never been that much close to a woman. I had saved myself for just one. My mate, my woman. Yes, I did had so many women around me, many of them called to be my sex slaves and whore but just for mere titles. I had always denied for one but the increasing interest of people in my love life start created headache for me and the slave master was getting wrong signals because of my denials.

Her legs were weak, her hands were tired of carrying heavy bricks that has nothing to do with mining coupled with how her arm was hurting. Instead of healing, the pain has been ripped opened. She felt a tear drop off her eyes, not because of the punishment but the pain she was going through. Kaira angrily walked up to her unable to bear seeing her Queen in pain. Is it a crime she is a slave and a rejected Luna? If not why will anyone hate on a sweet soul like daciana's? She collected the bricks from her hand smashing them on the floor in front of Carey openly daring him to do whatever he wants.

I wanted everyone to see who she was to me… I wanted them to see that she belongs to me and no one touches what is mine. Slave? She can never be my slave… she’s a Princess, my little bunny. When I took her back to our tent, she had slapped me but instead of getting angry like my usual self. I got turned on. She wasn’t scared of me and I loved it. Indeed, the seer was right. Only she can be my match. I don’t need a partner who cowers in front of me instead of challenging me. Not to compare or anything, but Simone wouldn’t boldly slap me like that.

That was all I could say because the pains I was feeling in between my thighs didn't let me say any more words. "I need to prepare some herbs for you. You should take the herbs as soon as possible so that the pains will subside" Lady Delia snapped, and I nodded my head. "Please help me get to the cell again, I'm sorry for inconveniencing you. I just find it really difficult to walk" I said those words with a teary voice because blood was still dropping on the ground. Is this what it feels like to be a slave? No one considers your feelings at all. You're being treated like an animal all the time.

he drawled, like this was some sort of business deal instead of my entire life being sold off. I ignored him, lips pressed into a thin line, but the silence only seemed to amuse him more. His mouth curved wider, slow and cruel, like he enjoyed the taste of my dread. “Don’t sulk, little menace. You should be honored. Out of all the worthless wolves, I chose you.” Honored? I wanted to laugh in his face. Instead, my nails dug crescents into the paper, the words Omega Slave blurring under my grip. “Why’d I want to be your slave?” I asked, finally finding my voice.

I heard myself whispering as I dropped to my knees so fast, pain shot through them when they hit the stone floor. I pressed my forehead to the ground in the submission pose they had taught us on our first day as slaves, and my whole body shook as I waited for death. This was how slaves showed complete surrender and maybe if I made myself small enough and pathetic enough he might kill me quickly instead of slowly. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please." I babbled into the floor, tears running down my face. I knew what happened to slaves who offended important wolves and death was the kindest thing I could hope for.

" Unlucky Helix huh? Now, let me show you how unlucky girl acts! Now they gather together where Regan is and let the poor gay bisexual go! Ahh I'm sorry for him. But I do not know why it still hurts inside. I'm sad looking at Helix and what he said to me earlier. I feel weak, as time passes by. ′′You are shameless Kyla, I will kill you crazy bitch!" He said while looking me in the eye. "Go I don't care, who cares at all?" I said, without being afraid of him, Oh come on, why life is so hard? Seconds later, I am still here standing while talking nonsense. I saw Regan coming in my front and no doubt punched me in the face as if his enemy was a man, reason for me to be unconscious. -------------

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.