Novel & Cerita Erotic Sex Slave Stories

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Alfred and Lisa, we're meant to be from the onset. But if there was one thing, Daniel so much believed was that “**Nothing can ever stand in between two people who love each other** THE END That's the end of The Billionaire’s Sex Slave. There is Book 2 titled “The Bella’s”. It's all about the quadruplets but I won't be posting it yet because I'm still trying to compose the book. So guys watch out for my next story title “CINDERELLA AND HER BEAUTIFUL OCTUPLETS” please do well to support me in my next story. You can click on the follow button so you'll be notified when the story is out.

"Had you ever done it before you became a slave?" "No. I wasn't that wild before I was married. My fantasies mostly started after my marriage. I wasn't unhappy as a wife, but it definitely called to me. I think it mostly started after our friend, Zoe, said she was becoming a sex slave to Brianna. I'd never really thought of it before seriously, thinking it was strange before it became real to me. Then I started reading sex slave romance novels and got into reverse harem novels. After, a lot of my fantasies extended to more than one person fucking me. My slavery was Master's attempt to make some of those fantasies become real." "Had you ever been with a woman before?"

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

Seeing she was interested, Antonio told her some of the intimate things the woman in submission could be forced to do. Then he said wistfully. "All the husbands claim there's no arousal like the one you get from watching your own wife in an erotic feminine confrontation with another woman." Smiling hopefully, he said. "It's very secretive, intimate and private. No outsiders are ever allowed. It's just what it's meant to be—a little intimate secret erotic club. "Honey... ," Molly said, smiling up into his handsome face. "I have a little secret to confide to you also," She giggled, "it's kind of embarrassing."

My fingers danced across the keyboard, its click sound lining the air as I typed “Becoming a slave to your male co-worker after losing a deal.” A lot of research popped up. Some talked about running errands and doing their share of work. While some crossed into the sexual terrain. I read a blog where the writer said that after losing a bet and becoming her co-worker's slave, they began having sex. He’d order her to suck his cock in the office and he would eat her pussy. As I read through the sex tale, I imagined Daniel. Him pulling my hair and ordering me to suck his dick. I remembered how his cock poked at me in the elevator.

He tore her panties off, revealed her pussy, bare, pink, and dripping, her clit swollen. “Spread,” he said and slapped her ass, the sting made her scream, “Ahh!” She spread her thighs, her pussy opened, juices dripped down her legs. Hayes groaned, his cock rubbed her folds, wet and hot. “You want this?” he growled, spanked her again, his hand left a red mark. “Tell me you’re my whore, Eva. Tell me this sloppy fuckhole is mine to destroy.” “I’m your whore,” Eva screamed, “Aaah, please!” gripped his shoulders with her hands, and her knuckles turned white. “My fuckhole is yours, destroy me.”

They took the opportunity to create all kinds of rumors, like the one I was dead. My hand groped for her private part, scrabbling at her vagina. She choked on her breath and her hand fished for my penis coaxing it to awaken. It wasn’t what I expected but I guessed the training she went through at the slave house wasn’t a joke. I gave her a lascivious stare and moved to the next step. She was a virgin but even though she was, it didn’t prove she didn’t have sex. Knowing Erasmus temperament, he would probably destroy her will little by little to sell her at a high price. He didn’t like rebellious slaves and enjoyed taming them. Still, he said this girl was the first one he couldn’t tame on his

"Don't worry Cassie, I felt weirder than you when I came here for the first time, but you will get to enjoy it." "But how does anyone enjoy sex when being punished?" "They are not being punished. It's a different kind of sex and most people are aroused by pain, I mean most normal people. You should try it out sometime," Lucia said and faced the stage where the men were pounding their length into the mouths of the gagging slaves now. "You might want to brace yourself, this can be really erotic and it might arouse you tonight. Soon, you will hear other people moaning too." Cassandra huffed and watched on. The new girl was a blonde while the old girl was a brunette.

It was an open sex room where they'd see one another having sex, freely exchange the ladies, and have sex however or whoever they wanted or desired. " Do you know how much this section makes a day?" he whispered to her ear, " twenty million dollars and each sex slave at least receives seventy thousand dollars a day, none of them are any of my slaves, they came to work out of their addiction, some to pay off debts, some for their family, but you? You'll be doing it for free." Elora felt her world crumbling, every cell in her body was screaming, and her legs were inching to run as fast as she could.