Abdl Slave Novels & Stories

I plead “Really, I thought you despise my touch slave, don't get frightened baby, I am still enjoying your anus, I am keeping you for the future purpose, if you are obedient to me, I will keep you forever and even promote you from my sex slave to my mistress, I will never sell you off to any random person,” he says WTF, who is your slave? I thought in my mind and he even wants to promote me to his mistress, he's crazy, he's planning to owe me forever, that cheap trash. I owe my self, my life, my choice.

He calls me Queen, but that will never be possible, a slave like me can't be Queen. Lilian and Lily, yes, they're beautiful, they're imposing, and they certainly know a lot more than I do. Soren may not want them anymore, but if I'm in his way, then surely they're both right not to want me around. "Ayla, I don't know what you're thinking, I can't even imagine what you've been through... Living your whole life as a slave, they didn't even bother to give you a name." Victor began to speak again. "But nothing they've said is true, you're worth it, no one deserves to be treated the way you were."

"The little slave who thinks she is special now because she is mated to the executioner." "Please just leave me alone." I managed to whisper, but my voice came out so weak it was pathetic. Hunter laughed and it was an ugly sound that made my skin crawl. "You really think you matter now, don't you? You are still just a worthless slave who got lucky, but that luck is about to run out because you will be dead soon anyway." He moved closer and I backed up, my entire body trembling until I hit the stone railing of the balcony and had nowhere else to go.

"Orrin nearly tore me in half getting to her. I'm sure." "Goddess." He sat down, hard. A grin was starting to spread across his face, the helpless kind. "Who is it? Which House? Does Petra know yet, she's going to be insufferable…" "She's a participant. In the Slave Games" The grin fell from his face.

he flinched when the mafia roared. "SHUT UP. Did I give you the permission to talk? Huh?" The other lowered his eyes and gulped with fear and murmured in barely audible voice. "Sorry” but Jonathan heard it clearly. "You are exact slave material. This the exact respect you are supposed to give your master" For Jonathan those were just words but for Aiden that was like dagger steeping inside his chest for like 100 times. Slave Am I a slave now? Slave No, I'm not.

"You are too much the Boy Scout, Hakeem. You do not have your father's streak for cruelty or his penchant for doing the harsh things that need to be done to succeed in this business." "I would not be so sure," Abdul countered. "The girl behind me, though I may buy her with my father's funds, will serve as my own de facto slave. The old man has plenty of slaves to occupy him, so many that he will hardly notice. Besides, why spend money I don't have to?" Keiko's heart nearly stopped.

Poppy assured, seeing the sad look on Imogen's face. "I know" She nodded while Poppy smiled. "That shameless wretch, she managed to seduce the master and his cousin. Then manipulate them into freeing her as a slave, I hate her. She is more worst than Isabella" "At least that means the position of the lord's favourite slave is opened, if we managed to seduce him then we also get to be free," Another slave said, as they murmured among them not minding if Imogen was listening. Poppy hissed at them and patted Imogen's left shoulder

Abdiel asked, amusement curling up his mouth. "She suits my needs," he replied, glancing over his shoulder to look me up and down. "I will take her as my blood slave." Air escaped my lungs in a rush, and goosebumps appeared all over my skin. A slave? He wanted me to become his slave?! Abdiel chuckled. "But that's absurd, Lord Malachious. She cannot be compelled, and if she's not willing, then... I doubt if you find her blood enjoyable." For reasons I wasn't certain I understood, the whole court burst into laughter.

Adolf, a wealthy and powerful businessman, stepped into his lavish apartment after a long day at the office. The penthouse suite was his playground, where he indulged in his darkest desires with his three submissive slaves. Celine, Esther, and Krissy were his playthings, eager to fulfill his every whim. Celine, a raven-haired beauty with piercing green eyes, greeted Adolf at the door. She wore nothing but a sheer black teddy that left little to the imagination. "Welcome home, Master," she purred, her voice dripping with desire. "We've been waiting for you."

The three of us turns our head in the direction of the door. "You may enter," I instructed before one of the humans has the chance to knock. The door swings open and reveals two slave girls, walking in with trays of food. Their eyes are averted, wellbtrained and well behaved. Their hearts are beating fast asnhell with their little scared asses. One of the slaves name is Abigail, she is one of my best slaves. I've been very tempted to get rid of Jasmine and claim the girl as my