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they had it harder. We all had it hard, there really was no comparing sufferings. However white men could rape female slaves without fear of punishment. It was only recently that I was told that men and boys were also sexually abused by their slave masters. I was baffled, it was indecent and horrible. Men and boys were obviously also forced into unwanted sexual activity but the only problem was they didn't bear mixed race children to document it. Like Mary..

He laughed, throwing his head back and obviously enjoying what his words were doing to me. "I have no idea how you got tangled up with whatever rich folk you're running around with but I assure you that you're in for more trouble than whatever cash they're offering you." He folded his arms and placed one finger on his chin, "Tell me, Allison," "Is it a man? Are you letting a man sexually exploit you just so you can make a few hundred dollars? I seriously cannot believe you're letting yourself be a sex slave just for money. You're finally growing into the bitch that you've always been."

This wasn’t any way close to what I thought he would say. “What don’t you understand dimwit?! You owe me ten million dollars. For freeing you from the clutches of those men!” He snapped. “I do not remember asking you to!” I snapped back. The tone of my voice seemed to rile him up as his calm demeanour suddenly disappeared, leaving me glaring into his blazing orbs. “Do you know what those people do to girls like you?!” He growled, “they turn them to slaves, fucking séx slaves!” “And I never knew you cared!” I shouted back.

I tried to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. "Didn't you steal something from me?" he asked, smiling. Because I knew this, my nervousness agitated my chest even more. This is what happened to a friend of mine who also works at the dump. She didn't steal anything, but an old man accused her, and she became the old man's slave as a result. And I know they aren't simply slaves. Women are being turned into sex slaves! "I didn't steal anything!" " I ask. His grin was terrifying.

My head throbbed even more. I gritted my teeth as I tried to push away the man who was lusting over my body. “Stop squirming. From now on, you will become our sex slave. Your mother sold you to us in exchange for their lives.” The stranger said in laughter as she carried me like a sack and went inside the broken house, throwing me onto the dirty bed as he called his other friends to join the fun. “No, no… I don’t want this…” I looked at them who were looking at me with excitement, as they had already removed their clothes.

"I just want to know who sold me out... I just want to know who put me in this situation..." I felt him slip off me and I quickly pulled my legs up to try and cover myself up. "Why is that so important to you?" He asked in the same tone. "I was only coming to see my parents... My grandparents thought it wouldn't be safe but I assured them that nothing bad would happen... Now, look at me?" My entire situation just washed over me and the tears kept coming out. I was a sex slave for a man I barely knew. I was trapped forever in this place with no hope for a future. I was stuck here! Ruin for eternity!

Elena smiled and nodded her head saying "it's ok, maybe it looks like that from above, as no one knows what is going on inside, so don't think much about this" "I have a question, if you were staying there only as a slave then why did you sleep with his highness?" another maid asked in confusion. Elena raised her head to look at her, and everyone is staring at Elena with questioning expressions "how can I refuse my Master, being a slave? do you think that I can do it? and moreover, he is Alpha king". Everyone nodded thier head, understanding her because they have been through the same thing.

He may be my first mate and this is the first time I became a slave, but I am not innocent to these kinds of things. Some of the girls in my village who became a slave and was freed by their masters were talking about this stuff. They said it is normal for slaves to be s*x slaves. Some of them are even enjoying it. My back is resting in comfort against the soft mattress when suddenly, the bed rocked. Ryler positioned himself on top of me. I was busy traveling my eyes all around the room that I did not notice him approaching. He leveled his face at me. His eyes locked on mine. Without removing his gaze at me, he reach for my hands and held my wrists to place them above my head.

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

I lay there in his arms, feeling his cum slowly leaking out of me, staring into the darkness as he drifted off to sleep. My body ached. My mind was exhausted. And deep down, I knew the truth. I was never going to be free. This was my life — a sex slave in the yard of Don Clinton. Used. Shared. Punished. Protected. And somehow, I was addicted to every second of it.