Romans & histoires Dungeon Harem Master

Our hair was fluffed and curled and set with shimmering spray. They led us into the banquet hall, the six of us plus a few others. The hall looked like it was straight out of a movie set. High ceiling. Stone floor. A long wooden table with pewter flagons and plates. 14 place settings, all along one side. There was space next to each chair, with one or more pillows on the floor. Our Masters awaited us, dressed in tuxedoes. We had been instructed to kneel on the pillow by our Master, which was complicated for me, having three. Master Tim was in the middle and he pulled his chair back so I could kneel in a sort of bubble, in the middle of the three. They all petted me and told me what a good gi

Ana’s body trembled with anticipation as she arranged a session. The night of their meeting, Ana nervously approached the nondescript door, her heart pounding. Master D opened it, his intense gaze raking over her body. “Come in, pet,” he growled, stepping aside. Inside, the dungeon was a playground of whips, chains, and toys. Ana’s pussy throbbed, her nipples hardening beneath her dress. Master D ordered her to strip, to kneel. She obeyed, trembling with need. He bound her wrists and ankles to a St. Andrew’s cross, spreading her legs wide. “You’re mine now, little one,” he purred, caressing her cheek. “I’m going to use you, break you, mold you into my perfect toy.”

Desire found herself standing in the middle of her Master's room as if she was a dancer on display. The scene reminded her of how ladies from the Harem were made to perform in front of senior ranked citizens. The only difference was the clothes she was putting on, the prostitutes were said to be made to dance naked. The Harem is a place where prostitute stays and the only place where prostitution is legal. She looked around the room and realized there were mirrors everywhere, at almost every corner of the room. Something was glaring back at her. It was her reflection.

I was still on the third floor! That was when the familiar mechanical voice echoed once more. “Congratulations, player. You have completed the previous dungeon. Due to your popularity ranking, you have now been recalled into the game. This dungeon is titled Hospital Horror. Please find the escape door within three days. Difficulty level: S. “Due to audience demand, previous NPCs and bosses will be assigned roles in this game. Their game identities are Dr. White, Dr. Jackson, and Mr. Winchester. I wish you a pleasant game.”

"That's the whole point. I want to make sure you can never leave me." It wasn't until Domenico surrounded our home that I learned Matteo was the heir to the next Don of the Adorni famiglia. According to the ironclad laws of Pentarchy Famiglie, heirs were strictly forbidden from marrying commoners. A dozen men had swarmed us and pointed their firearms at him as they barked orders, "You are the heir to the famiglia. Return home and fulfill your duty." Matteo had looked back at me with a bitter smile, but he hadn't surrendered. Instead, he grabbed my hands tightly and swore. "Amore mio, you're the only one I'll ever love."

The bedding was tropical of course, with palm trees and flowers, and the bathroom was covered in white tile from floor to ceiling. “This is perfect!” she exclaimed, as she looked up at Drago with an adoring smile. “I’m glad you like our little ‘honeymoon’ suite,” he drawled,his green eyes shining in the natural light. “Whaat?” Madchen was taken aback. Yes, she had agreed to be his mate, and yes, she was falling hard and fast for the uber sexy dragon, but she wasn’t ready for...certain activities. She was still a virgin, she didn’t have the first clue what to do when it came to this sort of thing. Drago had seen her naked, even touched her, but she was half out of it when this had occurred.

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?

That day changed her from the sweet and lovable girl she was to the girl am living with Well everybody deserted her but not me She's more than my boss she's my daughter And I'll do everything within my power to keep her safe and maybe help her find love But the only thing bothering is why would my mistress buy a male slave? We have so many maids in the mansion so what's the need to buy a male slave? It's kinda weird ! I exhaled deeply and covered my self with the duvet and drafted off to sleep Next morning..... I walked downstairs to prepare breakfast for my mistress,miss Tina and apparently the new slave

Opening the door, you are again transformed into a different world. The music was in a rhythm of a heart that beats just before the pleasure exploded. Standing next to me, Rebecca’s eyes wander around as we take in the scene before us. Submissives are hanging from the roof in cages. “Hi Serafino, here to play?” I hear a voice at the back of me. Turning, I looked at Rick. He was the DM or Dungeon Master. “Just showing Rebecca here what it looks like in here,” I told him. “Well, you know the rules, make yourselves at home”. He turns and leaves. Stepping further into the dungeon, you could see the rooms marked private and the social area where Dom’s sat with their subs at their feet. Walking pa

As he wraps his arms around me, I whisper into his chest, “I’m sorry Master.” “Shh… It’s okay, my pet…” I then hear the door open again and see Finn walk back in. I freeze and tense in the Master’s arms once again. As the door closes and I hear that click, I panic and struggle against the Master once more whimpering, “No, no, no, please… Master…” My vision goes blurry with the tears flooding them and I can’t breathe. I struggle more and more, as it seems like the Master’s arms are getting tighter and tighter around me. I look up at the Master once more. My vision then darkens as I collapse into his arms.