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Dad roared, his finger trembling as he wagged it at me. Supporting his bleeding arm, the ashen-faced Leon snarled, "You ungrateful bitch! Do you think Lorenzo would be better than me? He's a twisted freak because he can't even get it up! You're no longer qualified to be my mistress now. You're only worthy of being a sex slave!" "A sex slave?" I repeated in disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you?" In the mafia world, a sex slave was 100 times less respectable than a mistress. A mistress could at least choose to walk away from that kind of life. However, a sex slave was treated like property and enslaved for life. Even her children would live as slaves.

he says as he begins to whip me with a rod. “It's hurt___ please_ I beg you, stop, please! I begged him. “Do you think you were the only slave I have and fucked with, No, you were not the only one, I have thousands of slaves that I have tamed that's why I am known as the sex slave master” he screamed? I screamed and begged, but he never showed interest or had any mercy on me. “Please Mr. Drake, it hurts! I am sorry, please forgive me.

He makes me look at him as he says softly, with a little confusion lacing his voice, “I know nothing to do with being a sex slave is right, but can you tell me?…” I don't like talking about being a slave and what others did to me, but he asked, and I can't disobey and not answer. As tears sting my eyes, I say, “I was not Beta Angus’s slave to share. I was Alpha Randall’s and because I was also marked as Randall’s mate, any male that touched me without his complete permission hurt. Not him, but me. A touch from another male was like thousands of needles being pressed into my skin, which was worse when I fought against their touch. To have a male force sex on a female isn’t a nice feeling in i

Gorgeous curves, seductive faces, and they worked hard to keep in shape. I was an exception. I had the potential to look sexy if I tried hard. The thought of orgies and polyamory didn't excite me. They disgusted me to the core, and I wanted to run away. But life was harsh, and I would probably end up in a brothel sooner or later if I pulled such a stunt. It's a man's world, and all men were assholes. At least the royal assholes had money and treated us with some respect.

My fingers danced across the keyboard, its click sound lining the air as I typed “Becoming a slave to your male co-worker after losing a deal.” A lot of research popped up. Some talked about running errands and doing their share of work. While some crossed into the sexual terrain. I read a blog where the writer said that after losing a bet and becoming her co-worker's slave, they began having sex. He’d order her to suck his cock in the office and he would eat her pussy. As I read through the sex tale, I imagined Daniel. Him pulling my hair and ordering me to suck his dick. I remembered how his cock poked at me in the elevator.

"I have a bit of a problem" "What problem is that?" "Back at my old master's estate, I did not only work as a slave" my eyes perked in interest "I offered other services...." She hesitated. "To the men" my mouth opened in shock. "Did they force you?" "No..No..Nothing like that. Not the other times at least. My first time wasn't entirely consensual but it unlocked something in me. A constant desire to have sex with others. And so I did the only thing that I could to make myself satisfied"

"FUCK ME HARDER! SHIFT MY WOMB! BREAK ME, DADDY!" Marcus was a beast. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my feet all the way back to my ears. He was folded over me, his heavy chest crushing mine. Every thrust was a hammer blow. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of our sex was like a drum beat in the silent hotel. "Tell me!" he roared, his face dripping with sweat. "Who owns this pussy? Who claimed you?" "YOU! MARCUS! ONLY YOU!" I sobbed. "FUCK YOUR TOY! FUCK ME UNTIL I DIE!"

"I definitely knew a lot of the maidservants had eyes for me and I didn't force anyone. Actually, they are the ones who came asking for more but I don't dick a pussy twice" "You're the first woman I have had sex with countless times" "I am? what about Zasha? I thought she was your girlfriend?" "I was reluctant to sleep with her but she asked for it and after that, I got tired and didn't touch her again" "No wonder she cheated on you" "Like I care. I had no feelings for her" "Who is this guy?" I asked referring to the black guy whose image was now on his computer. "Williams Wale. He's a Nigerian and also very troublesome but very hard working. He can do the work of three people at a time. Him