Lesbian Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

"We’ve been here for years, doing everything perfectly. You think you can just waltz in and—" "I don’t think anything," I cut in quietly, but firmly, my hands still picking up the remnants of the shattered meal. "I know what I am." The smaller woman laughed, though there was no humor in the sound. "What you are is a problem. You’re nothing but trouble. Master may have dragged you in, but don't think for a second that means you're special. We’ve seen many girls come and go—none lasted long." “I am not a slave.” My heart clenched, but I didn’t utter a word and kept my focus on the mess in front of me. The words stung, but I couldn’t afford to react.

I said quietly:“Perhaps Prince Liam forgets—three years ago, I was pushed from the Punishment Tower. My ankle shattered. Before it healed, I was cast into the Grounds. Even now the bone aches. Today, when you kicked me again, it gave out.” I looked up, my eyes steady. “As for Alpha Cole—why would he pity an omega slave? Do you think Lily hasn’t already taken his heart?” Lily lowered her head, cheeks burning with shame. Liam, ever her shield, turned his fire back on me. “Don’t you dare stir trouble! I know you, Nina. Three years, and you’re still just as vindictive! As long as I live, you’ll never touch Lily.” Lily flung herself into his arms, sobbing:“Brother…”