Mistress Slave Stories Novels & Stories

The men hold important ranks and the Duke knows that some of them have mates. But when it comes to carnal desires, these men will stoop low enough to torment their mates and take up mistresses for themselves. Most of their mates are helpless and endure the pain of betrayal in silence. The physical pain and mental anguish they suffer is inexplicable but it is better to be tortured than rejected. Such is the law of the Moon Goddess. He stands in the middle of the crowd, silently waiting. His prey today is Pyodor, the infamous slave trader. There is a debt the scum has to settle with the Duke.

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

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.

I gasp, maintaining a widen mouth for many seconds. I've been in the pack for years and I've heard pretty sad stories of slave wives who were discovered and freed. Some mates pretended that they were sick and would not let anyone visit them, even their family. Everyone out here would be praying for their recovery, not knowing that inside, they are being bound and beaten, tortured by their mate and the girl that is their mate's Mistress. They are unclad and starved. It's the worst treatment that can ever happen to a woman. As I hear this, I become so furious, I rise to my foot. "I'll go find the prince wherever he is challenge him openly concerning this!" I'm already on my way to do this when

He increased his pace and soon she convulsed in silence and fell flat on the grass till she cooled off. "Hmm, this story is quite erotic and visual," she said putting her hands between her legs; holding back and really trying hard not to visualize his story. "What of the other slaves?" "They were not left out; they also had sex with each other, some girls to girls, men to men, two men to a woman and two women to a man; revelling together till the approach of the night". "Please continue" she pleaded to move her legs from touching his angry dick.

The mistress is powerless compared to the new lady of the house, after all a slave is still a slave. "But, are you certain begging will be enough? My lady, you don't look like the kind that is gorgeous even after people begged you. How about this, if you begged me, then I will give you the lord for a night, spending a passionate night with her husband is something that most wives will die for."

Alfred asked as he held her hands tightly. "Sir... you're hurting me," Lisa cried out as she couldn't bear the pain anymore. "I would prefer you address me as master and not sir. I'm your master because I own you. you're my slave and my property," Alfred yelled and hit her hard on her breast and Lisa cried out in pain. "I hate silence, you respond while speaking," Alfred said and landed a hot slap on Lisa's cheek. "Yes sir... I..master," she muttered as Alfred hit her on her face again, and then she found herself screaming in tears.

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

“ Her impatience is growing, but she'll get the love she deserves.” I stood frozen, tray pressed to my chest, pretending to adjust a napkin that didn’t need adjusting. This is the first time I’d heard them speak of another woman like this. Like she was someone special and they wanted to spoil. Who was she? A new maid they were bringing in? A mistress they kept somewhere else? Or just some casual hookup they talked about with that, appreciative tone? I felt a strange unwelcome heat that made me want to disappear faster. I slipped back inside before they could notice the way my fingers tightened on the tray.

“They said today was given to them as a day of rest because of the Luna celebration yesterday. They used that chance to seek my help.” His gaze sharpened slightly, but he said nothing. “They spoke about Vanya,” I added. “They claim she has been abusing her authority as head maid,” I paused. “Punishments beyond what is necessary. Beatings. Withholding food. Assigning impossible tasks.” My fingers tightened slightly against each other. “And, not only her.” Ragnar’s eyes narrowed a fraction. “Some warriors have also taken advantage of their positions,” I continued. “Using slaves and omegas however they wish. The complaints describe cruelty… and pains.”