The Mistress Of Auschwitz Novels & Stories

" Be my mistress or I take what I want. If you hesitate I'll just pick for you, is that what you want?" " N...no " The girl must have realized that there was no means of escaping at this point. She was sweating heavily as she was made to choose between her life and dignity. Lisa couldn't possibly begin to imagine what she was going through at this point. Even she who had past histories of abuse had never had it this bad. This was simply a cruelty unlike any she had witnessed before. The girl looked up at Killian finally, having made her decision " M...Mistress "

He asks and then looks me in the eye. I gulp, making sure to keep a straight face. "No. I only felt disrespected." I maneuvered and moved until I was out of the cage he created. When I was a safe distance away from him without his cologne filling my nose and distracting me, I turned to face him. "I had no reason to be in that room yesterday. I'm not a whore that you can get to use and treat however you want, Mr Sinclair. I may have agreed to be your mistress but I'm also a human being with feelings and I'll appreciate it if you do not disrespect me like that again."

asked the other maid. "Yes, Neo went there as a waiter yesterday. He told me that our master has a mistress, who was with him all night." The other two maids who accompanied Ursula inside the closet were looking at each other's faces. Meanwhile, Ursula listened to them, forgetting about pair of shoes that she was going try on. No expression whatsoever appeared on her face. She stood morosely staring at the gossiping girls, keen to listen to the entire story from their ignorant mouths "That can't be true, I saw our master here last night; he had a fight with madam."

Britney went into her room where there was a real bed! The next day, Charlie and Britney were woken up with the other slaves, and headed for the dining area for males slaves. Where they stayed there were only men and feminized men like Phoebe, Erika, and Anna. Anton was naked, and his steel chastity cage contrasted with his black skin. However, there was another wing of the building where the women were located. There were more of them, and all of them were kept naked. Some of them wore shoes. This was the case with Benedikta, a German woman.

“It’s all going to be over soon. I’m about to win back my freedom.” The old servant couldn’t get what she was trying to say. However, it was clear that her mistress had a plan. Just look at what Gwynn had done to Gianna. Her mistress had the homewrecker’s foot amputated and her uterus surgically removed. That was something that took guts! It was an understatement to say that she was deeply impressed by her mistress. After all, Gwynn couldn’t even bring herself to kill a cockroach in the past.

"Did you know how their illegitimate children grow up from childhood? Did you know that as a mistress, the woman did not even have the right to give birth to her children? In the end, she had no choice but to hide one of her children away. Since then, that child lived in gloom for the rest of his life, and the thing he wanted the most in life was the warmth of a family. "You talk about being a mistress so easily. Did you know what it's like to be a girl who was pregnant with the child of a man from the Ford family when she had turned twenty but was heartlessly driven away by that man? She was at her wit's end and had to deliver the child by herself, and because nobody was there to take care

When the red velvet cloth was lifted, the room erupted in awe and applause. I could hear the wolves all enthusiastically discussing everything about the young girl in the cage. "Oh, look at this beautiful girl." "Delicate skin, soft waist, she's a perfect slave." "If she's still a virgin, I'll definitely pay a lot of money for her." Mistress Hawthorne enthusiastically introduces the girl and invites a man to allow him to touch her. I could hear nothing but the girl's helpless expression.

315 ANNA KYLIN CHESTER I HAD NO idea how long I had been locked in the cell when the door opened. I sat up expecting it to be Vorenus; instead, it was the skinny, sick looking mistress of Vladimir. Her name was Janet or something like that. She stalked to the front of my cell and pouted at me. “So you are a woman… and pretty too.“ If that was meant to be a compliment, it did not sound so, as it was laced with venom.

Seizing the opportunity, Dryzza glanced up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mistress. Her eyes immediately locked onto the regal figure, though all she could see was the back of Mistress Karamazov as she glided forward. Just as the door was about to close behind her, Dryzza caught a fleeting glimpse of her face—enough for something deep within her memory to stir. The image of the mistress’s face clung to her mind with an unsettling familiarity, though she couldn’t immediately place it.

He startled her with a cold voice, "Uncover them and watch me." She gulped and did as he ordered, feeling shameful when she wasn't the one going naked. The Mistress was clad in nothing but lace panties and a handless brassiere right before her eyes. "What is the point of being a Mistress if you are treated like this? "I wonder how he will treat me as a slave—I can not handle the humiliation of being observed by someone or people," she said, clenching her fist. With a tug, he turned the Mistress so that her palms were facing the wall. After grabbing her underwear and firmly adjusting it to the side, he gave Elena a scathing glare that made her shudder.