Novel & Cerita Lesbian Slave Stories

Lana growled. “You’re an omega?” Ain’t we all wolves, why are the Lycan acting so superior over us, we have strong and powerful Alphas like my father but the Lycan choose to place themselves as the most powerful and call us names. I knew nothing about them before I got here. When did we have to prove ourselves that we were as strong as them? “Yes.” “A slave brought by Cranon to the king, why would Cranon do something like that?” She crinkled her nose in disgust.

Perhaps the puzzlement that’s infesting my face is too apparent that she immediately adds, “Oh… I was briefed that your maids perform different tasks that’s not ordinary, and one of those is to become a girlfriend to you.” “I don’t do the girlfriend thing,” Mr. Davide quickly counters. Any comprehension skills I have are plucked out of my brain when Antonette sheepishly corrects herself and says, “I’m sorry. What I really mean is a s.ex slave. It’s just too daring to say the term that's why I tweaked it a little.”

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.

"She might enjoy that, though I warn you. Even though we've gotten her to loosen up a little and accept sexual favors from females, she's shown no inclination to lick cunt in return, Mistress." "Well, I always have you for that, don't I?" "Yes, Mistress, you do. Lisa, Rhonda and I. Rhonda is a lesbian and the best cunt licker here. She has to get ready for work at 10:30, but until then, she's yours." "That's another story I need to hear. How you acquired a lesbian slave." "We definitely have a lot to discuss, Mistress, and the whole evening to discuss it. I can even tell you while Rhonda licks your cunt, if you can pay sufficient attention, or while you're licking Shasta if you're inclined t

I am just a mother of the babies and called a partner or their girlfriend or their woman. I can not blamed them, Luis and Lexter of what they had done to me. I did not complained or fight back when I was supposed to do but I can't because I was in deep debt, I was a slave. The only consolation I have now is that they had loved me for what I am.

I am curious about the stories and to be sensible, I need to know more about werewolves to lead a better life in the werewolves’ world. Lily runs to the door and opens it. She leans over to see if anyone is eavesdropping. Then she closes the door, rushes back, and sits on my bed to get closer to me. “ There was no such slave tradition before my great-grandfather established it.” I have heard this part from my father, so I look calm and sign her to continue with my eyes. “I heard that my great-grandfather, who created the tradition, was gorgeous but cruel. His mate is said to be ugly. He does not like his mate.”

he all but spat, the contempt in his voice plain. “People like me?!” I shot back, my voice rising in fury. “Do you mean the women who were forced into lives of servitude as soon as someone saw the colors of their eyes?! The women who were forced to perform their abilities like monkeys for their masters?! The women who were bought and sold like livestock?! The women who would rather end their own lives than live a life of slavery?!” I was furious. Simon scoffed, but I wasn't done yet.

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.

As the daughter of an abuser, alcoholic, and gambler, Anna herself knew that she wasn’t worthy to be anything to the wealthy heirs. “Are you ashamed of being identified as what you are? If so, good. You need to know that a sex slave is only what you can be to both of them.” Anna recalled another of Jared Luciano Michaelson’s words. She hadn’t been ashamed. Not at all, she was instead pleased and contended with just being their sex slave even though she had fallen in love with them. She had thought… She had thought even though she couldn’t express her feelings, she would make sure not to get pregnant, so she wouldn’t be sent away.

It was the worst thing in the world to have to put up with being with the alpha and sleeping with the beta when all I could think about was how much I loved Mathew. But it was what we had planned for; despite the fact that I did not yet know what the rest of the plan entailed, I knew that I had to put my own safety first, which meant that I had to get pregnant. I couldn't stand hearing that word anymore, and the fact that two men were touching me drove me crazy. However, I did not have a choice. In the slave house, being with two people is preferable to being with hundreds of other people. What I observed in that slave house is something that will never leave my mind. They subjected the girl