Ass Cleaning Slave Novels & Stories

Haya was conflicted. "Eh. What time does your class start?" Asher asked him. "Six a. m., so I'll be late, I'll wash up first." The idea of ​​Haya. "No! OK, I'll wake up in the morning...about 5:15 a.m. m." said Asher. “That’s right. “He agreed and then continued reading carefully. "Point 3 - Haya cleans the room, cleans and trashes daily. Stand aside, for what purpose is it all me?" he asked in confusion.

"Don't go into the main building, don't appear anywhere the master can see you, don't touch any of the antiques. Every day you'll clean the abandoned kennels." There was dried blood crusted in the cracks of the kennel floor, and the air reeked of rot and rust. My quarters were a windowless stone partition beside the kennels. One iron door, a bundle of moldy hay, a small lamp I had to fill with oil myself. The oil was handed out once a week, half a bowl at a time. My job was washing clothes, not with my hands, with my teeth. The head maid said real slaves bit the stubborn stains off the collars, and she piled every task the other servants refused to do onto me.

I said. “Let’s go back inside, then.” “Where is he, by the way?” “You don’t need to know.” Because of my stiff body tucked in the shore as the water reached my foot, this man grabbed my hand and dragged me again inside. I groaned because of what he did. What does he think I’m going to do here? Count an endless number of sheep? Stare on the ceiling? Definitely not cleaning the whole mansion! “These are clothes for you, Miss Casandra. You should take a bath now.”

Not even a word did he say. Nina heaved a sigh and got down from the bed to go take a bath. Stacey walked back to the door. She wanted to hit Nina so bad. She could hear their moans when she stood at the door. "I really need to teach her a lesson." She thought. Jericho is having another slave. Not even a common slave but sex slave. She didn't want to create any scene now so she walked back into her room. She's the green snake under the green grass. She, stacey knows what to do.

That was probably dinner time. I quietly opened the door and slipped into the hallway, the low hum of voices and distant clatter of servants moving about their daily chores filling the air. Keeping my steps light, I moved past the kitchens, past the other slaves who glanced at me with disdain. Two of them stood near the doorway, whispering to each other. They didn’t bother to hide their scorn when they saw me approach. “Still pretending you're special?” one of them sneered, her eyes sharp as a blade. “Aris will break you like he’s broken the rest of us. You’ll be crawling at his feet soon enough.”

"Obviously, Asher didn't brief you guys well that day" "Maybe you should do the briefing" I rolled my eyes. He sighed. "First and foremost, they are not slaves but servants" "The last time I checked that's almost the same thing" "Well, it's not. Let's just say the money a person is bought at is just like the money you keep in a fixed deposit account, with time it accumulates" "The male servants work in the factories, not just our factories but so many other factories. Our company is well known for supply of human labor. Some even travel abroad"

a lie. He disappears from my sight and reappears but this time he had his cell phone in his hands, he looks for something and then hands it to me. Fearfully I take it but when I saw the image my body trembled with terror as I hear Dalton tell me in my ear that she is his previous slave, my sight blurs as in horror I watch a woman torn to pieces with her legs out of place and her intestines out of her body not to mention the rest. —Loving him... will lead to your death, human.

He grinned. "Masters," I said, "I am honored to present the daughter that you bred in my womb. This is Asoko, the newest sex slave of the Miller family. She is here to serve you in any way her nubile body can." "Y-yes," Asoko said. she bowed before them both, saying, "I am so honored to be your sex slave, Masters. My..." She glanced at me. I nodded. "My pussy is overflowing with juices for your cocks, Masters," she said. "I am your slutty daughter-slave here to serve with as much whorish pride as my mother. Please, accept me as your sex slave and use me how you will, Masters."

I wouldn't let them see that they were getting to me. "Honestly, you should have just been a slave," one of my stepsisters grinned. "I hope you're born as one in your next one. Cleaning suits you." "You missed a spot, Agatha," my other stepsister smirked and then dumped a bucket of soapy water on the freshly cleaned floor.

asked, shocked at Anabel's nerves. "My name is Anabel; I'm the newly employed janitor." Anabel answered. "Oh! I can see. A new janitor. I didn't remember requesting another slave. I have enough of them here." "Point of correction. We are workers just like you. We are not slaves. Why will you kick the bucket and tell her to wipe it? Is that not intimidation?" "Shut up. I can see you don't have manners. So because I kicked it, I should be the one to clean it. Is that what you mean?"