Romans & histoires Hypnotized Slave

I swallowed, and all the courage I had vanished. “ Let me go." I begged, getting on my knees. But I knew it wasn't going to work. And the evil laugh he had just let out at me proved it even more. Prey to fear, my thin legs trembled, my pain intensified, and my eyes widened with horror. My whole soul was in turmoil, and reality was in front of me. I was going to become a thing. A slave... And my master, my master, was surely going to make me regret every second of coming into the world.

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

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.

Nina teared up, she was a very soft hearted person and would cry over anything. “Am sorry but I don’t know what happened, to me I was just asleep and dreaming. I didn’t hear you calling or shaking me. Am sorry that I worried you.” She felt bad but also wondered by she had slept through all that. Since she became a slave she was not a deep sleeper, she would wake from the slightest of noise but now Nina even shook her and she did not wake up. “Don’t worry about it, you are okay now. Come diner is ready.” She told her and waited for her to get out of bed and freshen up before they went to join the others at the diner table.

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

“You’re begging me to spare your dog’s life. Why don’t you think twice before disobeying your master? Why won’t you let me touch you peacefully? Do you think I’ll pardon you so easily? I want to give you the punishment you will never be able to forget in your lifetime.” “I know I’m wrong, master… Please forgive me! I’m zero, and I’ve realized that I’m nothing more than a lowly slave. I’m your sex slave, and you’ve taught me to always obey you and make you happy. I promise I’ll never defy your orders or make you unhappy again,” I vowed, twitching and frail. I was beginning to give up.

Poppy assured, seeing the sad look on Imogen's face. "I know" She nodded while Poppy smiled. "That shameless wretch, she managed to seduce the master and his cousin. Then manipulate them into freeing her as a slave, I hate her. She is more worst than Isabella" "At least that means the position of the lord's favourite slave is opened, if we managed to seduce him then we also get to be free," Another slave said, as they murmured among them not minding if Imogen was listening. Poppy hissed at them and patted Imogen's left shoulder

Someone like her? She's never called anyone that; never! People had been the ones to always adore her. Too bad she's not the multi-billionaire Nina again. She's now a sex slave to a devil. "You know what to call me. Don't call me by my name again." He warned. "Ma.....master, I'm...too weak to do anything. My body aches." She finally concluded and waited for an answer. An answer that determines whether she's going to be set free from him this moment or the one that determines she's going to pass soon.

“Such a horny slave, you must know who owns you.” Chloe nodded fervently, almost trembling. “I belong to you… master… all of me… everything…” A predatory smile spread across his lips. “Good… very good. That’s it… That’s exactly how you should feel. Such a perfect little slave. So ready… so obedient… every part of you is mine, and I will make you feel it… every moment…” His teeth grazed her throat again, sharper this time, the threat of the bite lingering between them like a promise. Chloe’s head fell back against his shoulder, her body arching into his touch, breathless, “Yes, Master,” spilling from her lips.

My boyfriend of five years had finally proposed, and for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to dream of a better future. But that hope crumbled in less than 24 hours. Today, I was a prisoner. A slave. I slowly sank to my knees, the cold marble floor biting into my skin. Humiliation washed over me as Dante released his hold on my hair, smirking as if he’d won some twisted game. “Good girl,” he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. He didn’t even try to hide the satisfaction in his eyes. “Now strip,” he ordered, his tone as casual as if he were asking for a drink. The men roared in approval, their voices echoing around me.