Lesbian Pain Slave Novels & Stories

An ache pulled through me, and fear jolted in my chest. Without Lucas or Xavier, how was I supposed to survive this? I glanced across the room at Sebastian, who laid silently on the sofa. Surely he wouldn’t notice if I handled it myself, would he? But I had never…taken care of myself that way before. It was forbidden in the slave shops. The aunts wanted us as pure and innocent as possible. Slaves who were caught relieving themselves—or one another—were punished harshly. I tried to recall the way Lucas and Xavier had touched me. Their fingers hot and commanding, touching and teasing and curling inside of me.

"It was eleven years ago at a festival in Storm Drone. A local landlord of there... perhaps the name was Quinn, was scolding and tried to drag out of that place. Do you not remember?" Blood rushed down from her face after hearing his words. She swallowed nervously recalling at that memory, at a sudden moment she was feeling sick. She had spent all of her adolescence time being beaten up and humiliated by her cruel master, she had been a slave to him. Even then she could remember the pain every day she had been felt after his beating by a whip, she still had those scars in the skin of her back. Nails began to dig in her palms, she looked up at the man standing in front of her.

At least that's what I thought. She ended up disappointing me and it cost me the worst torture of my 10 years of slavery... I silenced my thoughts as horrible images came to mind. My mother raped... My father beheaded, my big sister sold. And even this woman who took me under her wing died before my eyes... And all that... Because of her bastard father... This criminal died too well and now it's up to her to pay the ultimate price... Suffering. The sound of shattering glass rent the air and with one glance at my hand, the blood dripping from my palm made me realize that I had squeezed the glass too hard.

His fingers cupped and kneaded them as if he wanted them in and out of shape. I beat his hand off and his hands burned as hell. “You're in my mansion now”he stuck out his tongue and graced my lower lip. I thought of kicking him in the groin and to break free but the possibility of my survival after that restrained me. “You are mine” “I'm not yours”I shot back “You are my little pet,”he continued. “You are my sex slave from henceforth you shall call me master,my love or lord”.He emphasized and bit my chin hard.

Hayden wriggled his fingers and felt around inside of my love tunnel, and I cried out in bliss in response. Just when I was getting lost in the pleasure of his fingers mating with my sopping wet hole, Hayden raised his hand again. A moment after that, I felt the stinging pain of his hand spanking my ass once more. I cried out so loudly just as Hayden had predicted when he told me that I was allowed to scream as loud as I needed to. The stinging pain along with the force of his hand hitting my ass sunk into me and I felt it all the way to my core and deep inside of my pussy.

"You need to learn your place, Nyx. This is my territory, and you can't just waltz around and do whatever you want. You're nothing but a slave, and you seem to be forgetting." My frustration and weariness boil over, my emotions coloring my words with a sharp edge. "Oh, please, Lola. Spare me your self-appointed authority. And the last time I checked, it's not a crime for a slave to move around. Come to think of it, I might be a slave, but I'm glad about it. At least I'm not tagged as a whore like you." Lola's eyes narrow, her tone tinged with annoyance. "Watch your tongue, Nyx. I won't tolerate your insolence. How dare you call me a whore? I'm Atlas's girlfriend, and I'm cherished by him."

After spending a full day washing the packed clothes she was finally done with the dirty clothes and slowly she leaps back to her abandoned house. Just as she was about to take some rest, the other omega slaves walk in, and then with turns, they make jest of her one after the other .she watches them in silence as she shake from the numerous beating her body is on fire, everywhere hurt and she could not even get to lie down properly. She was thankful that she is a wolf and that she gets to heal fast. If not she would have been dead by now from the numerous tortures by this pack. Still, in her room, Lydia walks in angrily as the other slave quickly bows to her not wanting to be in big trouble.

I cried out to him, breaking away from his hands. “We can’t be together now because I’m a slave and an omega and a full blood and I can’t be your Luna. What’s the point of waiting if nothing’s going to change?” There was a crack in my voice and I broke away from his hands. The shock that filled his eyes showed he wasn’t expecting this. Neither was I.

To fight for our lives on some island, all in the name of entertainment. I’d heard about the Slave Games. Everyone had. But our district was so far removed from them. Only the elite classes watched. Our district was too poor for televisions and frivolous things like entertainment. Clenching my fists, my anger flared. Before I could stop myself, I lunged forward, stepping out of line. My anger cut through my shock. “That’s why you brought us here?” I seethed. “The Moon Goddess will punish you!” I spat out, my cheeks flushed red. “She punishes every werewolf who treats human life as worthless!”

Four of them approach me with evil looks in their eyes. “ Sweetie, you know you are hot, right? So you are luring me with your wet eyes. Oh, you have one more wet thing. It is your wet vagina.” They laugh loudly. One of them even howls. Damien leans over and twirls a strand of my hair around his finger. Then he rips my clothes off of me leaving me naked. I am familiar with this says I enter the slave choosing ceremony. I have always Being ripped naked. Now I gradually get used to it and I keep silent rather than scream.