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Maybe it wasn't a good idea to try and elevate her head using the small, rusty plate she had been fed in not too long ago. As Sarah tried to bear through her everlasting torture, a loud beating against metal sounded then someone spoke loudly, the voice belonging to none other than Mr. Knack; the owner of the Human Trade branch she was currently residing at. "Today's your lucky day, sluts. The mighty Damon Kalesto--" He stretched the word 'mighty' with thick malice as his heavy footsteps resounded through the dark dungeon, striking fear into all who heard him approaching. "...is coming to get himself another sex slave, so everyone's gonna get to see daylight for a few minutes. You better keep

Justina asked gulping down saliva forcefully One could tell how terrified she was. "Undone, the place were Amadeus lives..... he is the demon of lust so definitely the screams you hear are that of horrifying pleasures! " Carmella explained looking around as if in search of something.... or someone "What do you mean by horrifying pleasures?? " "Were do you think the use of BDSM was invented huh? "Asher asked sarcastically which made all gulp forcefully "So you mean these demons sex this women with hard tools? "Maria asked and Carmella nodded Carmella's POV

"My understanding is she does train males to be subs as well. Master said he saw one there went he was learning how to be a Master. He was in a cage lapping his food from a dish. We've both seen male sex slaves at a BDSM club we visited." "I didn't get much eating done, so let's eat before we do that again. I'm suddenly starving," Regina said. "We're always hungry. Good sex burns a lot of energy." "No wonder I'm never hungry." We all finished our meal and had another glass of wine before retiring to the bedroom. "Lisa can pleasure you as I did," I said, "or if you want to get undressed, I'll lick and suck your breasts while she's licking your cunt." Without a word, she began removing her clo

“Am I that easy to read, or just thinking out loud?” “Maybe I’m a vampire who can read your mind.” His teeth grazed my neck, presenting the wicked alternative. A few more minutes of joking and aftermath, he finally got me up to get dressed as promised. Right on time, our food arrived. Through the meal, DJ went through the properties on my schedule for the day, eliminating half of them. “You can go another time, if I don’t convince you by tonight,” he offered, finishing his orange juice. “What makes you so convinced this could work?” I blurted out, defensive even though I didn’t mean to be. I still couldn’t wrap my brain around it. “All I know about BDSM is Fifty Shades of Grey, and I’m not i

“But we've been instructed to prepare the West wing. We're expecting visitors.” Dante nodded, not caring to ask her for more detail. Then he glanced over his shoulder, staring right at me. “She's a slave. For him.” He said simply. Who does he think he's calling a slave?! I screamed mentally, but even though I wanted to deny it. It hurts to hear someone refer to me like that. “I'm not a slave.” I seethed through my teeth. Dante turned around to face me, the expression on his face turning to one of displeasure and maybe even anger.

Agatha pulled Adam inside the narrowed alleyway. The space was so small, and it could only occupy two people simultaneously. Blinking swiftly, Adam looked at the woman in front of him. She was stunning. Black long hair, pale white skin, round eyes with long lashes, and red lips. No wonder why a billionaire like Brett chose Agatha as his slave. ‘Did he have fun with this lady? How much did he go?’ Adam wondered. His eyes traced her body.

| Harley | After leaving Brixton, with him and Trigger passed out on his bed, I snuck out of his apartment and bolted back to mine. With slices, bite marks, and bruises all over my body, you’d think I’d gotten into a fight or something. But I didn’t. No, those two monsters destroyed my body in every way they could while still giving me the best pleasure I’ve ever felt. But will I ever admit that to Brixton and Scotty? Probably not. Why give them the satisfaction? Luckily, my apartment is only a few doors down from Brixton’s, so it doesn’t take me long to get home. The first thing I do is get in the fucking shower, wanting to wash all of their cum-and mine and all the blood off me that Brixto

I gasp. I bite my lower lip after feeling another slap from him. My body reacts, contracts, excites... Hmm... I declare myself an extreme masochist. This is just sex, and it will stay that way. "Stay still," he orders. "I'm going to fuck you," he mutters. "Today, you've driven me crazy, and I'll fuck you until you scream for more and more." Hearing him say that suffocates me, excites me, and incites me.

That’s the reason most workers here don’t bother to leave. I drop to my knees and clasp my hands together. “Please, sir. I promise it won’t happen again. I promise me. Don’t sack me.” I plead, conjuring a modicum of tears in my eyes. Satisfied, he smirk and sends me back to work. Jerk. Jerk. It’s like he's into submissive and dominant shit. Oh, yeah. I made some research about the sadistic shit the pornstar girl told me and from there I read about BDSM and ways they carry out that kinky shit, one of which includes the ‘sir and madam’ style.

Trigger Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, themes of BDSM, humiliation, submission, and non-traditional power dynamics. It includes graphic depictions of dominance and sexual acts involving multiple partners, as well as emotionally intense and potentially disturbing content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This content is intended for mature audiences only ••••••••••••• Julian shouldn’t have been this hard just reading a message. Mistress Sasha requests your presence at 3 PM Wednesday. No excuses. No delays. Your pleasure is optional. Hers is mandatory. Come prepared to serve. Come prepared to obey.