Slave of the Aristocracy Series by Ashley Zacharias

Did you hear what happened to Lady Irene? Yes, Lord Fortson's wife. She went to a slave auction with him. That's right, she watched him buy a new slave. Beautiful creature, I heard. Everyone's saying that he paid an outrageous price for it. But a titled lady going to a slave auction was only the beginning of the scandal. When she saw her husband buy that gorgeous slave, Lady Irene went right around the bend. Completely stark, raving mad... moreDid you hear what happened to Lady Irene? Yes, Lord Fortson's wife. She went to a slave auction with him. That's right, she watched him buy a new slave. Beautiful creature, I heard. Everyone's saying that he paid an outrageous price for it. But a titled lady going to a slave auction was only the beginning of the scandal. When she saw her husband buy that gorgeous slave, Lady Irene went right around the bend. Completely stark, raving mad. And you know what she did? Scandalous! No one ever heard of such a thing. I knew her, you know, and I can't believe she'd do something like that. But everyone says she really did it. And now, I heard that someone wrote a book about it. It's tells all the filthy details for anyone to read. Lady Annabelle told me that it's downright pornographic. I've just got to get a hold of a copy and hear the whole story. less

Did you hear? Lady Irene is back. But she's no lady any more. And she's not back in the manor. The things she does! It's appalling. I don't know personally, of course. I'd never go near the slave kennels. But you know what slaves do. The most disgusting sex things. Any gentleman can get anything he wants from a slave. Anything. You can't imagine the kinds of things those slaves think up. Depraved things. Leading our husbands astray. Seducing them into all kinds of perverted games... moreDid you hear? Lady Irene is back. But she's no lady any more. And she's not back in the manor. The things she does! It's appalling. I don't know personally, of course. I'd never go near the slave kennels. But you know what slaves do. The most disgusting sex things. Any gentleman can get anything he wants from a slave. Anything. You can't imagine the kinds of things those slaves think up. Depraved things. Leading our husbands astray. Seducing them into all kinds of perverted games. Not my husband, of course. I know he's faithful to me. But all the other ladies' husbands. Can you imagine what it would be like to be involved one of the slave's after-dinner entertainments? Why, I'm all aquiver just thinking about what might go on in the billiard room. But you don't have to imagine it. Someone wrote a book about it. Atrocious. Telling all the slaves' secrets. It's pure pornography. The worst kind of smut. But that's just what I hear, of course. I'd never read such a book myself. Never. It would make me feel just so dirty. Filthy. less

You're going to love this. Slave Irene is getting her comeuppance at last. You know all the disgusting sex things that she was doing with our husbands? Well, now she's in for it. That professor Krauss in the Art Department has got hold of her. You know about him? He's a sadist. He admits it. Says right out that he's a sadist. Says that torture is a fine art. The things he does to slaves, you wouldn't believe. Terrible things. And now he owns Irene... moreYou're going to love this. Slave Irene is getting her comeuppance at last. You know all the disgusting sex things that she was doing with our husbands? Well, now she's in for it. That professor Krauss in the Art Department has got hold of her. You know about him? He's a sadist. He admits it. Says right out that he's a sadist. Says that torture is a fine art. The things he does to slaves, you wouldn't believe. Terrible things. And now he owns Irene. She's going to rue the day she sold herself into slavery now, I tell you. But she's a wily one. That's for sure. I heard that she was seen roaming around the streets free. Hanging out with the most unsavoury characters. What's that about? And I got a friend who says that she saw Irene in a doctor's office. A fancy clinic. And she didn't look any the worse for wear. I don't know what's going on in the professor's studio. I just don't know. less

You have to hear the latest. The Lady Irene scandal keeps getting worse and worse. The shock may kill me. Irene's owned by commoners now. And I mean common commoners. Working stock. Laborers who work with their hands. Auto mechanics and carpet layers and the like. Big, strong men with greasy hair and dirt under their fingernails. Not just one or two. A dozen. Imagine. A dozen commoners all getting together to buy one pleasure slave for themselves. You know what those kind of men are like... moreYou have to hear the latest. The Lady Irene scandal keeps getting worse and worse. The shock may kill me. Irene's owned by commoners now. And I mean common commoners. Working stock. Laborers who work with their hands. Auto mechanics and carpet layers and the like. Big, strong men with greasy hair and dirt under their fingernails. Not just one or two. A dozen. Imagine. A dozen commoners all getting together to buy one pleasure slave for themselves. You know what those kind of men are like. I can only imagine what it would be like to have to service a dozen of them every day. Why, you'd never get a moment's rest. They'd be rutting you day and night, day after day after day. Forcing themselves on you, one after another. These men get drunk every Saturday night and beat their own wives; and now they'd be free to beat you, too, any time they were unhappy with your service. Why, my hands are shaking just thinking about it. My heart is positively palpitating. I think I'm getting the vapors. I can't talk about this any more. I'm too upset. I'm going to have to retire to my bed and see if I can get some relief. less

I don't know what to call Irene any more. Slave Irene? Lady Fortson? It's terrible. Sir Drake wants her dead. Our husbands just want her. And heaven knows what Lord Fortson wants. She's plotting and planning like a mad woman. She's not just trying to survive, she's trying to change everything. You must have heard the stories they tell about her. She's hanging around with professors at the university. She keeps meeting with lawyers... moreI don't know what to call Irene any more. Slave Irene? Lady Fortson? It's terrible. Sir Drake wants her dead. Our husbands just want her. And heaven knows what Lord Fortson wants. She's plotting and planning like a mad woman. She's not just trying to survive, she's trying to change everything. You must have heard the stories they tell about her. She's hanging around with professors at the university. She keeps meeting with lawyers. I hear that she's not just giving them sexual service like a good pleasure slave should; she's doing business with them. Involving them in her wicked plots. A slave had no right to do business with anyone. On top of all that, she's been hanging out with some of the most depraved aristocrats in the peerage. You know who I mean. The ones we don't socialize with. Most scandalous of all, she's trying to get the most respectable ladies in town to start behaving as badly as she does. It's beyond disgusting. The worst of all, she's writing about it in her books. Telling every sordid, disgusting detail. It's awful. Just awful. less