Novel & Cerita Femdom Slave Story

"If you don't want me to take you back to your master, then you'll have to become my sex toy, you're to satisfy my sexual needs anytime you're needed." "W what?." Kate stuttered, not believing her ears. Here she was trying to get away from this dirty life and he's still trying to make her continue with it, what kind of game is fate playing with her, what is all this. "No, I don't want to, I want to stop being used as a sex slave, I don't want this kind of life anymore, this was the reason i wanted to end my life before you came into the picture, I was about to be free from all this, but you had to come in and interfere." She cried.

' He asked, chuckling, 'The council must be irritating you. I chose not to respond to Kade because, at that moment, the busty blond servant had brought in my meal. This blood slave was elderly, not my usual type, but I knew I would be feeding to kill with my current appetite, and I wasn't ready to take the life of one of the younger slaves. Once my slaves got to a certain age, I would typically free them, giving them the paperwork and a unique mark that marked them as free humans. There was only a couple. I kept past that age, usually the woman who chose not to leave. This particular slave was Martha; she'd been mine since she was eighteen. She was now into her nineties, and the doctor had d

He asked, corking his brows. I didn’t intend to put her in more trouble, so it will be best if I denied her opening up to me. “She didn’t say anything, I asked someone to run a background check on her and figured out she was Travis' daughter and your mate who you have been maltreating”. “Ex mate, she is now a slave. I rejected her because I didn’t want to have anything to do with a weak somebody and someone who her father is partially responsible for ruining my childhood”. “She is your slave, right? Can I buy her? Any amount you want? Anything you want, I will give you just for her release”.

He dug his nails into my muscles and the first jet hit my uterus, hot and hard, making me come as soon as the second jet came out. When my body relaxed and he had finished cumming, he pulled me up and placed me on my knees next to him. I could feel the liquid starting to run down my sex, and I knew that the other members were watching our interaction, but how could they know exactly what was going on? Not in their wildest dreams would they have imagined that their King had a mate who was a slave.

He was completely out of his mind, and his grip was so strong that I couldn't break free. He pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me, clearly with intentions I didn't want. "Come on, Dim, let's have some kids," he slurred, his words blending together. I knew I had to escape, but he was too strong, and his belt was already coming off.

He may be my first mate and this is the first time I became a slave, but I am not innocent to these kinds of things. Some of the girls in my village who became a slave and was freed by their masters were talking about this stuff. They said it is normal for slaves to be s*x slaves. Some of them are even enjoying it. My back is resting in comfort against the soft mattress when suddenly, the bed rocked. Ryler positioned himself on top of me. I was busy traveling my eyes all around the room that I did not notice him approaching. He leveled his face at me. His eyes locked on mine. Without removing his gaze at me, he reach for my hands and held my wrists to place them above my head.

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

as if I don’t feel bad enough, he comes and tells me that. “I know man but I just lost it when I heard that she wanted to leave.” I told him and he raised an eyebrow at me. “So, what if she wants to leave, why does it bother you so much that she wants to leave? She must be tired of being your slave and just wants out” he says and I could not control my anger as I banged the table. “She is never leaving me! She is mine and will always be!” he gives me the knowing look. “I think I know what is going on here.” He says and I turned away from him and looked out the window. “Yeah, she is my slave, I am the one who is going to release her when I want to.” I tell him still not looking at him.

He stated bringing back her attention, she nods and he released her jaw, he rest his hands on the bed, giving Imogen a challenging look. She held back for a bit, then remembered her former mistress Samantha words. A s3x slave is expected to do anything, anything to satisfy her master. And that is what she is, she is a s3x slave and he is her master. She brought her mouth closer to his c*ck, licking the tip of his c*ck. "Mmm" A loud moan escaped from Simon but yet he still had a strict look on. She took his huge d*ck into her mouth, stroking it as she sucks on it as fast as she could to put him in great ecstasy soon.

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!