Diaper Slave Novels & Stories

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

The whip cracked through the air, its leather tip biting into my flesh. I clenched my teeth, determined not to cry out. He circled me slowly, his boots scuffing against the floor. "You thought you could escape, did you?" he sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "Foolish girl. You could run from me? I am not a weak teenage boy. You are a slave and I am your master now." He leaned closer to my ear and whispered.

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.

"Calm down, you know how hard it was for you to stabilize, the low blood pressure you had could have caused a lot of things, do you think the good thing about that is letting you go to work?" No, I can't quit my job, it's the only thing I have to keep going. Dylan needs to understand that I can't afford to waste time and then get fired. "I told you to relax, it will harm the baby," he warns me and I groan at his words, "you have to keep in mind that my sister is the owner, she's also aware of everything, well, that she wanted to steal your whole afternoon and not about the pregnancy." "Okay, Laly Cookies!" I applaud, "I want a milkshake with lots of cupcakes."

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

” I started sucking the young girl’s toes, mumbling uncontrollably as I did, ” Slave…slave…slave…Sara’s slave…Sara’s slave…. In my mind I knew I would never be in control again.

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.

“Diana it’s just a few seconds no one will realize I’ve been gone, the healing disciples have all retired to bed and the Head trainer is at the Herbarium- so who will tell her?” Diana seems conflicted, wanting to give in and at the same time trying to be the voice of reasoning amongst us. “It is dangerous going outside without supervision.” “When does a slave require supervision?” “…You aren’t just any slave.” She muttered. “Of course I am because the Alpha tends to treat me this way doesn’t mean I’m better than the rest of the other slaves; rather it shows there’s a better life waiting for everyone, a much better living with expectations that are possibly achieved with belief. Very soon you

Air from the bedroom felt cooler against my damp shift, raising every hair on my arms. "Since you got here it's been one thing after another. I tried to be nice. Gave you easier jobs. Let things slide when you were slow. And you still don't act like a proper slave. You've been one your whole life and you still walk around like you're better than the rest of us."