Diaper Slave Novels & Stories

Nique wasn’t exempted. Her first experience of being a sex slave was one of the turning points of her life. She had just delivered the last jug of water to a family when a man suddenly grabbed her from behind and shoved her inside a car. Being an eight-year old, she could do nothing but cry. She was brought to what seemed like a warehouse. Then, they started cleaning her body and forced her in a tight showy red dress. It was the first time in her life that she had tried on new clothes so she actually believed that they were good men just trying to help her.

"Yes Uncle Demitri, tell me a bed-time story." He sobered and put his hands on his knees, scowling thoughtfully at the ground. "Alright," he said after a moment, "here's one. Once upon a time, there was a young slave, who didn't know her place. She was always chiding and bossing and making a nuisance of herself. One day she got herself knocked up...and then she was really intolerable." Calliope laughed and shoved his arm. "Stop it. I'm not really that bad."

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 said with a wink. I threw on the clothes he left for me. Looking like a kid in her parents clothes. Everything was at least four sizes to big and smelled strongly of Alpha Colton. In all the confusion and chaos, lifting the front of his shirt to my nose, his scent calmed me. Laila purred in my head. “You’ll just throw yourself at anyone won’t you.” I joked. “Anyone that looks and smells like him hell yes! You really going to complain about being the slave of that gorgeous man.” She cooed.

" she said and I will stop it while I was really out of breath for what I did to her. My mades saw what I did to Kyla but didn't stop me they probably wanted this to happen to their new housework helper. ′′I'll make you suffer again Kyla! That's why don't you answer me as a fighter! Because if not! You will experience so much more out there! Know where you stand! You're my slave here, and I'm the boss here!" my warning to Kyla and I stood up from sitting on her stomach earlier I slapped her.

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 can't be late making breakfast, not again! My name is Theo Marco Rossi. I am 26 years old and I am an Omega slave for the blood moon pack. My life didn't start out this way I had loving parents, two sisters, and friends. All it took was 1 hour, 1 hour to change my life, and 1 hour is all it took for me to become an Omega slave.

Damon said and the so-called Alfred brought out his phone, did something on it, and then kept it in his pocket. "WTF!! six million dollars!" uncle Damon yelled happily. "You can leave now!" Alfred, who hasn't spoken since they came in, finally spoke. And she must confess his voice sounded cold, very cold and it was also filled with so much authority. "Of course I will. You know she'll make a very good s***x slave!" uncle Damon said smiling and Lisa became numbed immediately at the mention of the " s**x slave ". "S***x slave?!" Lisa asked no one in particular. Her heart was beating so fast.

Though truth be told, I did little more than wait my turn, yet my body has already decided that it's done enough for the day. Tossing some crispier bits of bacon and an omelette onto my plate, I make my way towards a dining table. There are three set up in the room, which sits just off of the kitchen. I plant myself at the emptiest one and feel myself tense up a little, feeling every pair of eyes at the table on me. The ones who were animatedly talking become silent as I settle down. I cringe inwardly and avoid looking at any of them. “It’s Lisandra- the slave; the bait,” I can hear a taunting voice, purposely just loud enough for me to hear.

I felt the cold and killing gaze from her. "Did you just talk back to me?" She questioned fiercely. I stared back flabbergasted, I subconsciously clapped my hands to my mouth as I shivered nonstop. I thought I said those words inwardly. I closed my eyes and opened them again. "Yes, I am not a slave. I am a human being too," I said, still feeling the pressure from Starr and my neck was burning with pain. "Haha! You a human? More or less a log with no soul in it. Better check yourself up in the mirror next time you say those words," She laughed and walked out on me.