Female Chastity Slave Novels & Stories

I said and forced myself to smile. “Let’s go home quickly, Senorita, so you can take a bath!” she held my hand and continued walking, her every step are fast. _ “Ouch! Yaya Celine, it hurts!” We are here in front of the gate. She stopped and looked at me. I can see the redness in my waist. Maybe it’s because of the tightness of Yaya Celine’s grip, I do have a sensitive skin. She bit her nail and noticed that her hands were shaking. “Senorita Kiara will kill me, I’m so sorry S-Senorita Shaira, I didn’t m-mean to!”

My face pales instantly and I feel my stomach churn in fear. " I Am Sorry " I believe him. I stop acting like a child and sit down in the chair. I nod breathlessly. As he calms, I watch the fire go right out of his big brown eyes to watch as the soothing waves roll in. He is right i am just a Slave , A whore to him but still he listen to my loud talk. He could just rape me and throw me for his men to take advantage or worst but he is tolerating my behavior. He dips two fingers into the blood and begins to paint on my face. I let him. I close my eyes as he swirls his wet fingers

"I'm a dirty, nasty slut and I want to eat my mistress's pussy." "Good girl," Clara said, grabbing the woman's thick hair-braid anyway and yanking on it. "Slow, but good." She moved the chair closer to Shamira's face and sat down, making sure her slave's face was completely buried in Clara's pussy. "Now try again."

Then, she continued, "The king still sees her that way because he is the only male that has taken sexual pleasures from her body. He also deflowered her." "But, I heard that the kings has introduced her." He said, still reeling from the knowledge that it's the king that deflowered Danika, and that can only be months ago when she became a slave. Virgins in their world is as rare a snow summer. It's impossible, except for young females under the age of twelve. Even privileged females have ordered their slaves to pleasure them from time to time. And she had been a pure untouched female a few months ago? Just the thought had his dick hardening for her after a few weeks of trying to put her away

That was the last straw. I slammed as deep into her as I could go and roared as I coated the inside of her intestines with my cum. Jet after Jet sprayed deep in her ass and she dissolved into a puddle of ecstasy, screaming words that made no sense. It was almost religious in nature her voice giving birth to nonsense that sounded like another language. Then as the last spurt of my cum blasted into her she collapsed onto the table going limp. She'd orgasmed so hard that she'd passed out. I slowly pulled out of her rear passage, feeling the pleasant drag of her sphincter over every inch of my spent cock. I looked down at this, my fourth slave wife and felt love for her fill my heart just like w

Slowly, I turned to face him. “I’m afraid I can’t attend to your masculine needs, so stop bothering me! I’ve already played your slave all day—I washed your clothes, I fed you. Don’t you think this slave deserves to sleep?” My voice rose as fatigue and pride overcame me. Tristan narrowed his eyes. “Slave?” “Yes, slave.”

"Brother, Mr. Stephano has sent the details of the auction, and ummm they sell some special goods." I dropped the file in my hand, and leaned back in my swivel chair as I tapped my fountain pen rhythmically on the armrest, and smirked slightly. "What's so special about their goods?" He coughed a little. "They sell women off as slaves, and I hear they're auctioning one off tonight. She's something according to them." I stopped tapping on the chair, and frowned. "I didn't think Mr. Stephano would be that kind of person."

His inability to ejaculate when having sexual intercourse. So when Emery satisfied his sexual desires when no one else could, he made her his favorite s*x slave. That was how she became special amongst the other slaves. She was no longer treated like a slave or even dressed like a slave. She was allowed to dress like a princess instead of a slave that she is. Since then, she began to belittle me. She chose Maria as her servant instead of me who happened to be like a sister to her then. That was how we lost the precious relationship that we had shared.

—as he drove into me. He reached forward and grabbed the ruler again, using it to slap my breasts while he fucked me from behind. The mix of the cold wood and his hot meat was more than I could take. I was a wreck. I was a slave. I was his. "Tell me!" Silas roared, his hips hitting mine with a sound like thunder. "Whose are you?" "I'm yours! Aaa-ahh! I'm Silas's property! Forever! EEEE!"

I moaned desperately, trying to get my thighs together, but I was spread wide open. Day blurred into day. He came and went, each time with a different scent, a different rhythm, and a different style of touch. I'm sure that James wouldn't even care if I was missing, but I was here, deprived of having an orgasm. “Darius, please!! I've learned my mistake,” I pleaded as soon as he walked in today, but he only. Walked to me, unlocking my legs, and bent me over on the bed with my hands still tied, and I heard another footstep entering the room. Darius had brought someone. I felt shame, but just then I heard a girl's voice: “Can I eat her pussy?” she asked. “Go ahead, but don't let her cum,” Dariu