Diaper Slave Novels & Stories

I spent my life being weak and I refuse to continue down that road; especially now that I have some education under my sleeve and a son to protect. What’s more dangerous than a smart slave? A smart slave who happens to be a mother.

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.

I tried to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. "Didn't you steal something from me?" he asked, smiling. Because I knew this, my nervousness agitated my chest even more. This is what happened to a friend of mine who also works at the dump. She didn't steal anything, but an old man accused her, and she became the old man's slave as a result. And I know they aren't simply slaves. Women are being turned into sex slaves! "I didn't steal anything!" " I ask. His grin was terrifying.

I swallowed, and all the courage I had vanished. “ Let me go." I begged, getting on my knees. But I knew it wasn't going to work. And the evil laugh he had just let out at me proved it even more. Prey to fear, my thin legs trembled, my pain intensified, and my eyes widened with horror. My whole soul was in turmoil, and reality was in front of me. I was going to become a thing. A slave... And my master, my master, was surely going to make me regret every second of coming into the world.

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 could not sleep that night. The images from the auction would not stop replaying in my mind and so were the images of the slaves I had sat with by the wall. I had to do something. I could not just sit by and allow this to continue. But how? What could I do? I was powerless myself, I was a slave. “Something troubling you?” asked Eunice. “I am so sorry, did I wake you?” I did not like to bring discomfort to others, especially those whom I knew were suffering.

Sex Slave Cutie & Her Virgin Daughter Kristen has cracked her new story. She's eager to get writing it. She sits down at her desk, closed off from her family. From the world. She doesn't need anything but this diary. Not a thing. She writes, pouring her soul into its pages. And changes the world again. * * * Niku Sakurajima I stretched my back, taking a break from my homework. I would rather be used by Carter or Mr. Miller. They owned me now. My family in Japan had sold me to the Miller family to be their sex slave. I was an exchange student in name only.

I’ve always hated being the center of attention. “And because of her survival, we’ve had over a year being Master and Slave. A year to grow, to learn from each other.. to become friends, to become more than friends. It is why I stand here before you all today.. because of the love I share with her.. I am here to publicly release her from being my slave.” He said. Many of the people gasped, some even growled.. but he would tolerate none of it.

"It's okay. It's nothing new. As you may be suspected, but, yeah. It's kind of embarrassing to tell you, that prince beat the hell out of me." “Why is it embarrassing?! You did nothing wrong, don't you?” 'Still, I hate the fact that you know how weak I am compared to that prince,' With her tiny fingers, Fuschia gently applied the healing ointment to Dylan's wound. It must sting, but Dylan holds it well. Seeing her this concentrated on him, make him smile. “Fuschia, you may have guessed it, but I wanted to tell you. I… am a slave,”

There are a lot of pages of it yet the only thing that caught my attention was the clause where I will be his slave… As I read the dependent clause effectively, my jaw dropped dropped when I've seen a three letters which indicates I must be his sex doll and slave when it comes to bed. Enraged by anger, I pushed him off and stood up. "These papers are ridiculous!" I shouted out of my lungs. The man only looked at me with a bored look in his eyes. "Dare to shout at me again and you'll get spanked." I didn't bother taking everything he says seriously. My main goal right now was to run away and let him be. These papers are out of hand and there's no way I will be his sex doll.