Elf Slave Cyoa Novels & Stories

"Now I know some of you might feel disappointed you weren't good enough to win one of this slaves holes, but Master Dan has generously offered to share this slaves talents afterward. The other men will fuck her in the order of their winnings. She will lick the ladies cunts while each of the other men fuck her cunt. Knowing how easily we slaves cum, and how many times the men have cum tonight, I'm sure she'll be able to lick each of the women to orgasm two or three times before the last man has been drained. We'll be starting the bidding for her cunt tonight. What am I bid for this prime pussy?" Edward had the largest sum of money and he bid it all. "Two hundred eighty-six dollars." No one el

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I spoke further and said, “I am ready to do anything to become your personal slut , my aim is only to get you and whether you get me as a lover or as a master, it is just my wish. I was looking at Elijah with a smile when he said, “Okay, you want to be my private scooter, that's fine, but for that you will have to pass a test.” I asked with surprise, “What kind of taste?” and a slight smile appeared on Elijah’s face. Elijah held one of my boobs in his hand and said, “If you want to become my private slave, then first you will have to spend the night with the man told by me, tell Amber if you agree.” Elijah was looking at me smiling but he was shocked when I said, “It is okay, tell me Elijah

Quinn left Chicago not that long ago and should be here in an hour or less. I’ve never been this excited to see someone before. The gate creaks open, and I look up, seeing Mrs. Dawson trying to sneak out of the fenced-in yard without the dogs escaping. There’s four of them, and Carlos, the smallest, slips right past and runs full speed at me, jumping up with excitement. I set my bag down and pick him up, hoping he doesn’t get too excited and piss all over me.

he forced a smile. "So please I will need your help," she opened her book. "We were given an assignment to write down the history of Shade and a bit about Castle." "Story time it is. Now pay attention," he sat next to her. "During the 18th century," he began. "When slavery was the hit of the time, the white men randomly purchased slaves from the local chiefs themselves, who were greedy and selfish. Castle happened to be born by some of the slaves who were taken and growing up he lived as a high servant in the house of his master. He was loved, treated as mostly equal to the other white servants. And all that ended in a day, when news of his affair with his Master's only daughter Eva, reache

"Monique, has a box of poker chips and will pass out an equal number of chips to everyone wishing to participate as a buyer at the slave auction tonight. Five chips each, it doesn't make any difference what color they are, they are all worth Twenty dollars. The sale will be held in one hour. During that hour, I invite any of you to come up here and inspect the merchandise for sale. You may test the firmness of their breasts, the juiciness of their cunts, then buy, borrow, barter or gamble for the other players chips to better your purchasing power. However you wish to make arrangements to purchase these slaves for yourself is within the rules. If two or three of you choose to pool your money

The journey blurs together, but by the time we reach the Nythera stronghold, I am certain of one thing, I would rather die than live as a slave. The slaves are lined up before a stone platform. At its center, a man stands draped in a blood-red cloak, watching. It does not take long to guess who he is. General Elowen. I have heard stories of him, the ruthless Delta of Nythera. One by one, the slaves are assigned to different roles, kitchen workers, stable hands…….. Then, it gets to my turn. A soldier grabs me by the arm forcing me forward. "She’s the Alpha’s daughter," he mutters, filled with disdain. "A waste of breath."

As we were thousands of slaves, we can easily sneak out without us getting caught. I almost got caught yesterday though. "Elia be fast else we will get caught" I said peeping through a hole incase there was anyone or guards coming our direction. By now most of the slaves are done taking thier bath in shame so the place was getting scanty. " I'm almost done , give me two minutes" Elia said to me. When she was finally done , we quickly got out of our hiding place but today was not lucky for us as one of the guards spotted us in the process of sneaking out.

I reached up, rubbing a hand over my scalp. Kevin snapped the cape off with a flourish. “You ever gonna switch it up?” he asked, brushing stray hairs from my neck. “Grow it out. Do something wild.” I snorted. “This is wild enough for me.” He laughed, already turning to the next chair as I stood and stepped out of the stall. Sand stuck to the soles of my slides immediately, gritty and hot. I shook one foot, then gave up and let it be. It was just lively out here—everyone having a good time.

Their footsteps faded slowly and the dungeon fell quiet again, it was just the two of us now. Elijah chuckled weakly. “Afraid they’ll hear you lose your temper?” “No, I prefer privacy.” Elijah tilted his head slightly. “You wolves always talk like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’re above everything,” His lip curled, “But you’re just animals wearing crowns.” The insult didn’t bother me. I had heard worse. “I’m here to ask you questions,” I said. He laughed. The sound turned into a cough halfway through. “Let me guess,” His voice dropped into a mocking imitation, “Where are the escaped slaves?”