Ass Cleaning Slave Novels & Stories

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

You call for me ma'am"" "Yea I wanna know the total maid in the house if there's any free place where I can assign her" The man brought out a book and check through it "The young Miss Sofia,Mrs Smith daughter has 15 maids,the first floor 11,the second floor 9"he stopped " the young master has no maid" "What about the maids I assign for him??" Mrs smith said "He send them away" Mrs smith exhale "Assign Darcie as his personal maid" she said

Nina exclaimed through the speaker. “Are you listening to yourself? Didn’t you hear the part where I was kidnapped, threatened and almost raped by the thugs? And then I had to become a slave pet to pay off Mark’s debts??” Evelyn asked in disbelief. She wondered what was going on in Nina’s mind. What was so exciting about being someone’s pet? It was degrading and she hated it.

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

I had already been struggling so much that my body shifted in the bed and I fell on the floor. “What are you doing?Do you know that the longer it takes for you to heal the harder it will be for us to sell you off!" One of them yelled and then the other just growled at my body that was sprawled on the floor. ”Why don't we just cut her up already? honestly she looks far too damaged to fetch a good price...“ It was the way they talked about me as if I was nothing more than an item. I was an Alpha blood, and now I had to endured this again...being a slave, u rather be chopped into pieces instead of me to have to endure *living* like that.

I echoed, too afraid to ask if that was a code word for 'jump out of the darkness and kill her. "The library is large and will take weeks to clean thoroughly as a one man job but these quarters are off limits and the masters do not want more than one slave to do this job. Therefore, for the next few weeks you are tasked with cleaning it. You will blend quite well in the shadows when the masters come to study. They would rather not see you as they work, see to it you remain quiet and unseen." My body was numb but I felt myself nodding, unable to understand what exactly was happening. My mind slowly registering this as a cleaning job and not my doom.

She was sure that she do be doomed for sure, and she was going to go through hell alone, especially now that her best friend was mad at me. She begun cleaning the hall way as she was supposed to. Unlike other days, it was really dirty today and the stench on it were hard to come off the floor that she had to add more efforts in getting it cleaned off. This was really stressful, but she had no other choice, in here the rules were strict. A slave really doesn't have a choice. They're always compelled to have to obey the choice and instructions of their master, and so she dared not complain if she really wanted to be on the safe side.

So I dragged my tired body around, scrubbing plates, wiping down surfaces, making sure everything was spotless. I was in the kitchen, elbow-deep in soapy water, when Katrina walked in, a wicked grin plastered across her face. I tried to ignore her, keeping my eyes on the dishes, but she wasn’t having it. “Well, well,” she started, her voice dripping with mockery. “Will you finally accept your place, slave? While we’re out there having fun, dancing, meeting new people, you’re stuck here cleaning up after us. Oh, Ashley, it’s like the Moon Goddess made you just to be everyone’s plaything. Look at you—worthless, orphaned, and now even your mate doesn’t want you.”

But in the deepness of her mind that humiliation was building up her arousal. "From now on, you always say 'this slave' for yourself, and address us as 'Master', is that clear?" "This is clear, M... Master." The word 'master' was again difficult to say even if Karen was willing to avoid being punished. But again the complete situation of helplessness added to her excitation. "I'm not convinced, slave. But I'll give it to you. You earned the right to be cleaned." He then turned to the corridor and asked some people to enter.

And I could easily and clearly interpret the look I saw in her eyes. “Watch me get fucked by the man the moon goddess once paired you with.” ** I hate Ivanka. I loathe her. “Are you okay?” Vera asked me now as we scrubbed the floor of the garrison. The place was smelly and filthy since it hadn’t been appropriately cleaned before by past maids or Slavegirls. And now, Vera and I were required to clean it appropriately by ourselves since the other Slavegirls had abandoned the duty for us— on their leader’s order.