Slave Husband Stories Novels & Stories

All I knew, with a desperate certainty, was that I wanted my husband back. "But how can you say that? You didn't see him. He has another woman, a mistress! He has been having her all these years. They have a child. She is pregnant. They're expecting another baby!" "I understand what you're saying, dear," my mother-in-law said calmly. "I need you to relax. I know it's all-new, and you're still in denial, but that is the reality of things. It is true; Ryan does have another woman, a mistress. They do have a child together. They are expecting another child. But you are forgetting that you're the wife."

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

Her children were all out to enjoy the weekend,She was expecting one of her boyfriends that evening,though not that early as the time of the wall clock showed that it was 17:03pm They had fixed their time of meeting at 18hours Hence she was not anxious yet about seeing him Dr Ryan's family had turned out to be a typical case of the rat on the way,the lizard on the way No control,Who would control the other? Was it a grandma (prior to her death) that left her husband in Nigeria to die of hunger while turning to a first class prostitute in her daughter's house in London? Or was it Sonia,who all the black men in London had nearly slept with?

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.

"On Friday night, you'll be serving as a table slave, sucking the dicks and licking the splits of the winners. How much cum will you swallow that night? At the end of the night, you'll be sold for the night. Will my Master buy your slave services? Will it be Jerry's black cock filling your white cunt? Will Chen pump his seed up your ass? Or will you go back to your house, the slut slave of the two Strong's forced to do their bidding instead of the other way around. They wanted to see you lick a cunt, forced to serve another female. Is that why strong females scared you Regina? Because you knew if they were strong enough you'd be on your knees licking them, making them cum? Did they scare you

“ He is a total bastard!” Suddenly something comes to me. “It is said that like father, like son...” Is your grandfather cruel to his mate too?”Lily again looks outside subconsciously to see if anyone is listening to us talking. “I heard that my grandfather is cruel to his mate too, but I have never seen him. And as you know, my father is cruel to his mate too. What is more, my father used to enjoy the slave tradition.” I nod. I have always known that Lily is mother is only a slave. I dare not ask Lily too much about his father and mother because I do not want to hurt her.

I cleared my throat and removed my hand that has been on his head. "Do you want a romance story or an adventurous story?" I asked inaudibly. "Take a good look at me, do I look like someone that enjoys romantic tales?" He questioned and I mentally slapped myself for asking. "I apologize, your highness" I cooed with a faux smile. He beckoned on me to go on with the wave of his hand. I took a deep breath racking my brain endlessly for a story. Hmph. Here goes nothing; "There was a mean evil slave master. He had thousands of slaves and was cruel and heartless. He had a son...