The Mistress Of Auschwitz Novels & Stories

Christina sighted their presence but kept mute, she only wanted to study their movement and how they were doing. Her eyes caught Ferdinand gripping Melita's handbag. She gasped in shock. Anyways, she isn't supposed to be shocked, because she had known that her boss will never love the dude, all she wants is the industry and that's why she's doing this. "This is my room. It is known as the mistress compartment, mind the way you behave here or I'll show you the way to hell…" she notified. Ferdinand only stared at her, all that matters now is to take something into his stomach, the rumbling and bites are getting more intense.

He said when I started to cry hard I wiped my tears immediately but they kept falling. "Take your mistress in our room and yes take care of her. And you know we'll what you have to do later." He said and the maids nodded They took me to a new room that's bigger and grand than the one where I was staying. So this is the Demon's room. And my new cage. " Sonya you go and bring food for mistress" the maid who has a sympathetic look said to the blind follower maid "OK." saying she left "Mistress listens to me and listens to me carefully. If you want to be alive then don't try to defy master ever or challenge him. He is a sadist who gets pleasure by torturing others he kills for fun.

Life-sized. A woman who could have been Elara’s older sister or her mother — stared out with the same knowing eyes, the same full lips curved in that small, dangerous smile. She wore nothing but a thin black choker and a single red rose between her breasts. Below the painting, carved into the marble pedestal: **Lilith Voss** **First Mistress of the House** **She fed. She was fed upon. She remains.** Serena’s breath caught. “Your… family?”

While I scraped her floors and polished her windows, she was sharing meals and memories with her son’s mistress. “Dinner is ready, Madam,” the butler announced, leading the way to the dining hall. Standing, Julia held out her hand. “Come, Mavis, sit by me.” Misha clenched his fists, but he didn’t stop her. He just stood there, watching as his mother guided his mistress into the main dining hall, to sit in a seat I was told I didn’t deserve.

His voice broke. A knot twisted in my chest. I leaned forward. “Go on, Robert.” He nodded slowly. “We never stayed in one place for long. The labs kept moving. Every few days, they'd transport us—blindfolded, drugged. The woman in charge… She called herself the mistress. She ran everything.” I froze. My eyes narrowed. “Mistress?” He nodded. “Yes, my Lord. She gave the orders. Everyone obeyed her.” That single word sent something sharp slicing through me.

"Mistress is expecting you. Follow me please." She was a little on the heavier side, but not unpleasing to look at, so I happily followed her to the rear of the house. Her bottom was streaked with red welts; seven or eight, she was moving too quickly to count. She opened a door to a large room with subdued lighting, with a number of cages, posts, and furniture I couldn't guess the purpose of. There were whips hanging on the walls, rods or canes neatly organized in little bins, shelves filled with dildos and vibrators of nearly every description. There was a male in a tiny cage on the floor, lapping up some food off a plate, a bowl of water beside it. There was a lovely, very naked young woma

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

Mistress – A Tainted Identity Part 2 Author’s POV "Look at her attitude, highly as if she is a princess of somewhere whereas she is just his mistress, bed warmer bitch” “Do you remember how proud her father used to be on how beautiful his daughter is, now see she is using her beauty to seduce a man who can satisfy her branded needs" "I would rather die than become someone's mistress, flitty piece of shit” “What a piece of meat she is, I want to fuck her raw and rough”

“Oh that is great sir...you must be well loaded.…I can even show you the ladies we have fresh on ground to be auctioned.” “Yes.” I said. He took Sergio and I to a room and we saw about five ladies standing there and as I carefully observed, Clara wasn't amongst them. “How long has this auction been taking place??” “Not quite long sir….we already sold two ladies and these ones just came in not quite long.” He said. “What??? Can you describe them??” I asked. "Who sir??" "The ones that were fucking sold off!!!!" I yelled. He described them and the second lady's description perfectly matched that of Clara.

My voice was low, deliberate, the kind that left no room for games. Her eyes flicked up at me, steady but trembling beneath the surface. “You’ve made it clear, Renz. Rules. Control. No escape.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “Good." “You live by my terms now. Where you go, who you see, how you breathe—those are mine to dictate. You belong to me.” Her jaw tightened, but she said nothing. A flicker of defiance, quickly buried. “And as my mistress,” I leaned forward, resting the glass down with a soft thud, “we start with the first thing that matters—”