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The mistress exhaled sharply through her nose, something between amusement and condescension. “Spoken like someone who doesn’t yet understand how this world works.” Her fingers trailed along a shelf as she moved, brushing against glass vials and ancient tomes. “Tell me, girl, do you know what happens to creatures that don’t adapt? That cling to foolish notions like mercy?” She gestured lazily toward the cages. The scorpions inside skittered toward the bars, segmented tails lashing as if desperate to sink their stingers into flesh. “They die,” The mistress said. “Or worse—they become someone else’s plaything.”

The captive’s eyes widened in horror and with a sharp violence and force that had him almost toppling over, he began rattling his limbs against the chair to set himself free. “I'm very well aware Vivienne is the mastermind” Alessandro murmured, voice deep and steady “Her sins are piling and her day of reckoning isn't far behind” He crouched to the man’s bloody face, holding the needle stiffly before him “Listen carefully. You don't touch the Don’s woman and go free” His voice curled sharply. The captive shook his head “I only followed orders…there was a real doctor…she…she helped, I was once in the medical field…don’t kill me…”

“What’s the matter? Why are you a bit aggressive today?” She didn’t like that side of him. It was darker. No woman would like bad boys, but if he can bring heaven to her, she’d like to accept it. Stacy never desired to hook up with someone like Zach, her longtime crush since high school, but the temptation couldn’t be resisted. She still gave up with her higher standards, looking down at her past self, breaking the promise she’ll not go near Zach again. Stacy found herself ridiculous, sometimes. She waited for a long time only to be a mistress. She was a fool in love, that only one tap in a shoulder… she sacrificed her body to make love.

Mistress Kay stood there with a smaller girl, the perpetual scowl adorning her face so early. “Where are the panties you stole from her?” I blinked, confused for a moment. “I'm sorry, what?” I looked from face to face, hoping this was some kind of joke. Unfortunately, however, jokes were a rarity in this place. “Don't play dumb with me, you stupid cunt!” The mistress's harsh voice jolted me. “Someone saw you take them.” “No..” I slowly shook my head as I climbed out of the bed. “It wasn't me. I didn't—”

"Mistress, I apologize deeply for playing with your slaves without permission. It was wrong of me to do so and I will pay whatever penalty you feel is appropriate." MD patted her cheek. "I know you will, dear. We'll discuss your punishment when your Master returns this evening. For now, eat and rest. You've gone through a bad few weeks." "Since you're now in a safe location, slaves may remove your clothing," I said. All three of them removed their clothes. Mistress Dark noted Lucia's disrobing with interest. "Have you gained a third slave, Scott," Mistress Dark asked. "No, this is Lucia. She's Brianna Worth's sex slave. She's staying with us while seeking medical help. Lucia, this is Mistres

I hear the vile woman snap her fingers, "Lower the cuffs and bring me my implements!" I don't move as I hear movement all around me. Even when Mistress instructs some of her men to put me into the cuffs. I hang by my wrists, my feet not even touching the floor. I hear the hiss of the whip only a second before it comes down on my open back. Mistress is no Domme, so her swings are not precise, and she's very sloppy, causing more pain than Merrick ever did when he used it on me. I block myself from all feeling and let her do her worse. Only when I hear Master come in does she stop, "Jesus Christ, Greta! What the fuck are you doing?"

I asked, not even sure why. She turned her head slowly, her gray eyes sharp and cruel. “I’m Mistress Gerda. You answer to me now,” and it sent a shiver through me. Without another word, she turned and left, slamming the wooden door shut behind her. I stood there, frozen for a moment. The room was small, packed with other beds, most of them occupied by sleeping or whispering girls. A few of them glanced my way but said nothing. I didn’t expect a warm welcome. I was a witch and an outsider.

"Who gave you permission to leave your room, whore!" Turning towards the sound, I stare at what I can only assume is the madame of this establishment. She is fat and ugly with an obvious wig on that is the color of red. Her clothes are of the upper-class Roman style, with luxurious fabrics also in the color red. The woman painted her face white with red circles on her cheeks in an attempt to hide her age. It didn't work. The mistress looks like a clown. Fighting to keep my composure and prevent my bursting laughter at the comedic sight, I glance back up to the face of Braxius.

I have been with him when he was a child,and he grow up to be fond of me though he is really cruel, he beats me up sometimes" She smiles What how can he beat up a woman close to be his mother or even older than his mother? That sassy arrogant bastard!! Who does he think he is huh?! "You okay miss? She asked and i smiled nodding "Am Mrs Dara anyway" "Am Sera" I says "Mam please am I the first mistress here? I added She smiled"I think you are the twelfth " "What? Twelfth?! I almost yelled "Yes and some ends up leaving in months or years after he is done with him, some ones who tried to escape before there time ends up died and there body sent to her family"

" She didn't release my hand as we walked into a private room. I tried to focus on the coming scene but I wondered if I needed a punishment to help me concentrate. The room was spacious with little in the way of furniture. It was Mistress's favorite room for whip play and my thighs tightened involuntarily at the thought of her toy bag. "Come and stand here." I walked over and took the spot directly under a ring hanging from the ceiling. Mistress placed her bag behind me and took leather cuffs out, securing them to my wrists. She then unsnapped my bra and removed it from my body. "Lift your arms." I heard the clips on the ceiling ring fasten to the metal rings on my wrists. She walked to the