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"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

Have you been taking any medicine after s*x" Luciana asked and she shook her head. I'll go prepare the medicine for you, it helps in relieving plains too, not because I cared but because I pity you enough to not want you dead if you eventually gets pregnant and he found out. Over 50 sex slaves had gotten pregnant and he slayed them all" Luciana said. "May the gods forbid me conceiving for a monster"Galene muttered. "Good you said so" Luciana said and left the room going to prepare the after s*x herbal medicine.

“ You do not want to have sex with me, right?” Cody seems confused. “ Are you insane, slave?” His words confirm my thoughts. I look him in the eye and say, “ Just because I am a slave, you have sex with me. You do not love me and you do not really want to have sex with me. I am just a toy to you, and you want to use it just because you do not want to waste it.”

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

Chloe Some time later... I couldn't keep working like a rat in that restaurant. I was too tired and hurt. It was then that Montana took me into his home. She was also once a slave, and knew better than anyone that I was destroyed. Of course, that didn't mean my work was over. Every now and then, I would be asked to do something. It took us a whole day and half of another day to prepare the place for the moon ceremony. Luna told me that there would be more than six hundred guests, between our pack and the neighbors, with whom we shared a peace treaty.

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.

Susan was so mad, she couldn't speak properly. "Come back! I'mma...I'mma..." "Beat the stuffing out of yaaaa!..." Rosie sang at the top of her lungs. April tried to cool Susan off, but she ended up getting pushed over to the ground. Olive retreated to crouch against a wall. Harper was crying. Melissa and Tonya slumped miserably, with their heads in their hands. Charlotte and I looked at each other. What was happening to the Rejects?

"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."

“They found his phone. He was on a call when the truck hit. With you. You distracted him. You, dirty slave girl. You almost killed my husband!” My throat closed. People in the waiting room turned to stare. I opened my mouth, but no words came. Brayden’s mother, cut in sharply. “I wonder what right you have to be here.” Her next words hit like a knife. “She’s always been bad luck. The moment she came into his life, everything went bad. Look at this mess. He should never have brought a slave girl into this family.” The word cracked something in me. Slave. Right here. In a hospital full of strangers.

"So you are a lesbian? " There was ridicule in his voice "I never knew I married a lesbain" He was staring fixedly at her as she stood in front of him in utter discomfort "I am not a lesbain' she replied uneasily She was looking down on the floor in order to avoid meeting his scornful eyes "Then why are you hugging and kissing a felloe woman, if you are not a lesbain? She was uncomfortablely aware that a relationship with an opposite sex was more admissible than the same sex which was regards as a "taboo" back in Nigerian