Life As A Sex Slave の小説・ストーリー

"Strong, young, able-bodied men who have fallen off the grid.” “Suzie!” I whisper-yelled in barely contained excitement. “You're insane.” She smirked like I'd just given her a compliment. “Some are ex-military with debts; some are marked men who need a place to disappear. They are sold as domestic assets. In reality? They are sex slaves. But the term is so... gauche. Think of them as high-end, private companions who are legally and physically bound to your discretion." I felt a jolt of shock, followed immediately by a sharp curiosity. "You’re joking. This isn't the eighteenth century."

Gorgeous curves, seductive faces, and they worked hard to keep in shape. I was an exception. I had the potential to look sexy if I tried hard. The thought of orgies and polyamory didn't excite me. They disgusted me to the core, and I wanted to run away. But life was harsh, and I would probably end up in a brothel sooner or later if I pulled such a stunt. It's a man's world, and all men were assholes. At least the royal assholes had money and treated us with some respect.

“We’re not supposed to enjoy ourselves, our job is to please our masters. To let them have their fill until they are satisfied. It is the way of the slaves.” To live a life thinking that their ultimate purpose and greatest calling is to be men’s sex slaves and nothing more, that their worth is measured by how much a man wants to fuck them…that is just sad. “Lala, Cici.” For the first time, I call them by their names and this gesture captures them by surprise.

As the daughter of an abuser, alcoholic, and gambler, Anna herself knew that she wasn’t worthy to be anything to the wealthy heirs. “Are you ashamed of being identified as what you are? If so, good. You need to know that a sex slave is only what you can be to both of them.” Anna recalled another of Jared Luciano Michaelson’s words. She hadn’t been ashamed. Not at all, she was instead pleased and contended with just being their sex slave even though she had fallen in love with them. She had thought… She had thought even though she couldn’t express her feelings, she would make sure not to get pregnant, so she wouldn’t be sent away.

one of them muttered to me as I stepped back, like, I was so shocked and it took a huge toll on me. “Sex slave? That is like being an... that's like being a prisoner, at the same time, a prostitute because she's a slave and she's given her body to somebody who is supposed to marry her. Isn't he supposed to marry her actually?” I said to them as they looked at each other, shaking their heads.

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

So why does this unnecessary talk ruin the rhythm again? "Let's have a deal" she proposed, looking straight into my eyes without a blink. I was stunned by her confidence for a second. "What deal?" I was actually amused by her words that a trapped woman like her will like to have deal with me? "I know you won't let me go so buy me. Buy me from that woman and take me with you. In return I will serve you for all my life with my body. I can't stand random men touching me every night and shattering my soul. So let it be only you. I will be your slave forever!" She forced out everything with so much struggle as if she was putting her whole heart into it. Selling herself to me looked like a good id

He just had that fantasy of breaking me into pieces because he believed that he owned me one way or the other. Now I made a mistake of allowing him to have access to my body and I was sure that he would not stop there. He was going to make it a routine and I didn't think I could keep up with any of that because then it would mean that I was also agreeing to become his sex slave.

One of the guys sit at the drivers seat while the other stays in the backseat with me. I just looked outside the window as the car sped off.I thought about how my life was when mom was alive,after she died,my life now and my life after now.I began to wonder what life holds in stock for me as a slave. “Claire things are gonna be fine now.My master can be a nice person but mostimes cold as long as your don’t break any of his rules you won’t have problems”the guy beside me said. “Rules?”I sniffle.

The both of them became a whipping mess. "I had to live on my own with no family after she died Dad, I was tossed, transferred, beaten and slaved by different masters. I ended up becoming a sex slave, it was torturous, yet, I couldn't save myself from that torment and I wondered what life could have looked like with you in it,