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"There's another period left in the game. He'll come out and join us when it's over. Then we're ordering Thai food." "Yes, I'm to be the tip for the delivery driver," I said. "He usually takes one of my holes instead of the money." "So, you've done this before?" "Yes. Marcus has a cock to rival your Master's. It might even be thicker. Think of someone as thick as the Strong twins and as long as Jerry." "Heavenly," Reneé sighed. "I wish my Master let me fuck other men as much as yours does." "I'm scared my Master is. He wanted us to quit fucking other men when our slavery became permanent, but for the last week, I've been fucking more men than ever on his orders. What would you think if Jerry

“Stick your tongue out.” “What?” I blinked, confused by his actions. “Stick out your tongue, and suck on this, slut.” Without waiting for further orders, I did what he said. I slowly licked the odd object, and stuck it on my tongue, rubbing it around, getting in nice and wet. “What a good pet,” Master smirked as he watched me as I licked the monstrous object like the whore he claimed I was. “Enough.” He removed the object from my mouth and placed it between his feet.

He increased his pace and soon she convulsed in silence and fell flat on the grass till she cooled off. "Hmm, this story is quite erotic and visual," she said putting her hands between her legs; holding back and really trying hard not to visualize his story. "What of the other slaves?" "They were not left out; they also had sex with each other, some girls to girls, men to men, two men to a woman and two women to a man; revelling together till the approach of the night". "Please continue" she pleaded to move her legs from touching his angry dick.

Males are not supposed to be marked; females who engaged in that was only dominant wolves who wanted to claim the male wolves. The last time someone did that was centuries ago when women ruled. And at that time, marked males were called slaves. Now, I have just made Adrain my slave; he would do as I say and bend his head to only me, and not only that, minutes away from him would feel like years, and he would go crazy without me touching him or being by his side. How does it feel to be a slave in this modern-day world?

LUCA The past—Age 16. I walked around the room in nothing but my briefs as I searched my box for my only pair of faded black pants and a shirt. The room is tiny, with three mattresses positioned on the floor. We're lucky we get to stay only three here because some slaves sleep up to ten in a room. That's exactly what we are—slaves. Anytime we seemed to forget and demanded better remuneration for our exploitation, the manager wasted no time in reminding us who we are: slaves, male whores, and above all, boys whose families don't want. My roommates are out of the brotel and working their asses off in the club.

he muttered. He waved the girls at his feet away. They scattered in fear. Something twisted inside me, the feeling of fear mixed with the deep terror of bondage. “Do you know what we do to slaves like you here?” he whispered, leaning close. His breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. “ Every day, we bring you here in chains, spread your legs, chain you down, and let strong men take turns on you until you forget your own name.” “I bet this will be a great scene in hell. Your father will enjoy the scene”

WRECKED BY MY MASTER: THE TALE OF A SEX SLAVE 1 I knelt naked in the center of the dimly lit playroom, wrists locked behind my back in thick leather cuffs, a heavy metal collar locked tight around my throat. My cock was already rock-hard and leaking, trapped in a tight steel cock cage that Master had snapped on the moment I walked through the door. I was twenty-two, smooth, toned from years of anxious gym sessions, and tonight I was nothing but a set of holes for him to use.

All that was needed was to teach them some more of the standard, regulated language. "All slaves, speak to me, please master take possession of my slutty body." My eyes widened in disbelief at what my ears were hearing. Master? Slutty? Wasn't that something only a high class nightclub whore would say? It was like my lips were glued shut, I couldn't even open my mouth to make any sound. Was I going to beg a werewolf to take possession of my body? Was I to be grateful for rapist? The other girls looked at each other as I did, and no one said anything like that, making a sound like a mosquito.

Boisterous voices from visitors who want to witness and become masters who would put as much money as possible to buy the auction woman they want. Jean and the seven women who participated in the auction lined up with their best poses to seduce the rich masters present in the room. Why was it called master? Because they would rule over the woman for a night or several days. Jean took a sip of saliva to see how many men had participated in the auction. This was her first time devoted to those who want to buy the best women in the club tonight.