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There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

My body twisted, contorted, displayed like a product. When the stalker didn't get a response, the images were followed by videos. One of Damon kissing me, his hands on my waist. The rest were fabrications— me as a sex slave, chained, desperate, begging. The lighting was dim, the atmosphere sinister, the sounds haunting. In some videos, it was me with another woman, whereas some videos were me pleasuring multiple men, women at a time, being used like a sex doll. The images and videos looked so real that it shook me completely, making me feel exposed, dirty.

"Hearing the job offer, I took it. Not even considering the fact that it was too good to be true. It was desperation that pushed me. The biggest nightmare was when I realized I was being transported to another county illegally. And that I have to pleasure old men and please my masters in exchange for my life. "I got separated from my siblings and I was tortured for entertainment. I was bound, stripped, and fucked by countless men until I passed out and woke the next day with a fever. I was in hell, Guinevere. They abused everyone who are like me and when we get too sick to be of use to them, they discard us and left us to die. To rot. Alone and miserable. Gods, miserable isn't even enough of

He stated bringing back her attention, she nods and he released her jaw, he rest his hands on the bed, giving Imogen a challenging look. She held back for a bit, then remembered her former mistress Samantha words. A s3x slave is expected to do anything, anything to satisfy her master. And that is what she is, she is a s3x slave and he is her master. She brought her mouth closer to his c*ck, licking the tip of his c*ck. "Mmm" A loud moan escaped from Simon but yet he still had a strict look on. She took his huge d*ck into her mouth, stroking it as she sucks on it as fast as she could to put him in great ecstasy soon.

He just had that fantasy of breaking me into pieces because he believed that he owned me one way or the other. Now I made a mistake of allowing him to have access to my body and I was sure that he would not stop there. He was going to make it a routine and I didn't think I could keep up with any of that because then it would mean that I was also agreeing to become his sex slave.

I gasped out, trying hard to catch my breath as my fingers slipped deeper inside me. I pictured him grabbing me by the neck, dragging me back against his chest and snarling into my ear “Mine. You’re my sex slave.” The thought made my pussy gush out, it made my thighs tremble uncontrollably. My clit throbbed under my thumb as I cried hard, finding it impossible to keep quiet. Then I imagined his cock slamming into me so hard the bed would shake. His weight would be pinning me down as his hips pounded into mine. Every thrust would be going deep into my bones. Every time his waist hit mine I’d be sinking into heaven.

Judging my thoughts, I realized that I couldn't even think straight anymore. I could feel my orgasm coming and screamed when it finally came, pouring my juices into his mouth. He brought his mouth out and licked his lips. He parted my legs wider, and I gasped when he inserted his dick in. He started pounding into me at an incredibly fast rate, and I could hear his dick slapping the walls of my vagina. I grabbed a handful of the duvets and squirmed under him. “Enjoy the pleasure while it lasts today, slave because after dishing out your punishment, it's pain all through for you.” He said, his voice husky but I could sense the coldness in it.

"Please let me cum, Mistress." Taking pity on the poor slave, Shasta shoved a couple fingers up her cunt, ordering her to cum. The orgasm was captured on camera, Reneé jerking helplessly on her fingers, thrusting her hips agains Shasta's hand. When her tremors ceased, Shasta fed Reneé her fingers, having her lick them clean, also captured on video. I don't know how well our products would sell, but we'd have a great porn site when we were done.

I looked at the man I used to call father,he raped and inflicted severe pain on me,now that I thought I could be free,he sells me into slavery. What kind of a father does that?

Sigh, I guess I must thank him for never agreeing to that but they never stop and I am afraid that one day he will just give in and agree. I don’t want to imagine what that day would be like, for now that it has not happen I will keep thanking whoever is out there looking out for me. When we get to the pack we are welcomed and shown to our rooms. Of course, I am sharing with Austin, a slave shares a room with the master and sleeps on the floor so that he or she can be able to take care of his alpha’s needs whenever he needs them to. They must even think that I am sleeping with Austin, maybe that is the reason why they keeping asking him for a night with me.