Male Tongue Slaves Middle Ages Novels & Stories

Murong Cheng was still smiling, smiling in a creepy way. Mu Zi had no choice but to agree, but in order to prevent Murong Cheng from fooling around, she said in a threatening tone, "Today is the old master's death anniversary, don't go too far and tarnish the lintel of the door, beware that the old master will not let you go even as a ghost!" "Thinking nonsense again? Still defiling the lintel, where did you learn the old words." Murong Cheng smiles and pinches her face, "I said, I won't touch you before you turn eighteen."

, and with his long, strong body, he pressed himself against her, and then suddenly, he let go of his hand, and looked down on her as if she were an ant, his thin lips curling into a cold smile: "It's time to exercise your duty as a slave today, sleep with me for one night." Zona suspected that her ears had misheard, and in slow motion, she raised her head, "What did you say? I just went through ...." "You're a slave, do you want your master to accommodate your physical condition?" A touch of annoyance surged in his heart, abruptly! He buried his head, his thin lips pressing hard against Zona's half-open red lips, sticking his tongue into her mouth to maliciously mimic the thrusting and stir

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm Olive's POV He passed his wet tongue over the slit of my cunt, halting over my clits. The slitter of his tongue sent ripples through my core, plunging me into a tidal wave of no return. He buried his tongue deep into my cunt, lapping at the juice that spattered all over his lips.

But for the most part, he was pleased with just using his commoner workers. He was brought a slave, not long before Deonna arrived, she was much older than he expected. She was booted from her other master’s home because he grew annoyed with her for not knowing English. Marlon knew her old master and knew him to be a softy. Her old master should have just killed her instead of shipping her off to a different manor.

He was in bed with yet again two human slaves, both of them compelled to only satisfy his wishes. He hissed as he saw Sylvester, as his golden eyes stared at him with anger. The middle aged man with black long hair, standing before him with his head lowered in pure fear. He knew very much that his master didn't like to be disturbed but he couldn't keep the juicy news to himself alone.

Blocking her 5'2" frame from view completely. Rosy is sweet and confident, but she has never done well against bullies. And these three are the biggest bullies we have ever faced. "Elaborate, and we might come without a struggle," I say, trying to buy us time while learning as much as I can. "If we elaborate completely, you will become even more frightened, sugar, .....but..... since you asked nicely. ......There are three different slave types that you could be sold for. Sex slave, regular slave, and blood slave. For example, you are tall, beautiful, and strong. Perfect for being a sex slave or maid. Your friend is petite, timid, and beautiful. She fits with all three categories. We shall

I heard one of the slaves ask from behind. "Didn't you smell it? She reeks of human scent," replied the same slave who had pushed me earlier. "Oh, you're right..." The other one let out a soft chuckle. "Good thing we’re not tempted by human girls..." "Of course not. We're females. The ones we want to eat are human males." "But it's been so long since we've tasted human flesh in our beast forms. I think I’ve already forgotten what it tastes like," the slave said with a laugh.

"You're quite graphic in your language, I notice." "Slave possess cunts, not pussies, though I'll occasionally use pussy if the person I'm speaking to might find cunt offensive. We don't have vaginas. Our Master doesn't have a penis. He has a cock or prick, or sometimes a dick if I'm being polite. We don't have sex, or make love. We fuck. Call a spade a spade if you're a slave, don't fancy it up. We have no more modesty. We're naked slaves now. Polite language is the domain of free society. We're no longer free to those who know us." "So do you have sex with anyone your Master tells you to?"

I've lost count of the people who've told me that and look at me —I give the guy the same twisted smile. —You must be used to basic torture like gas, stabbing specific points, beatings… that's the most common. I'm taking you to the Middle Ages… with a little touch of today. You'll see, we're going to have fun and believe me, I won't leave you half dead. Do you see those pulleys up there making a perfect team with the chains and those levers? —I point them out —I can manipulate them at will, have you heard of Judas' cradle? —Just then two of my men enter. One approaches him, the other the levers, lowering one that immobilizes his chains.

The male is silent for a few moments before speaking, "I called to inform you the Silver Pack, close to Târgoviște, has a slave." I stop walking, and a loud growl escapes my lips. "A what?" Mark and William also stop walking and look at me with confused eyes. "A slave," the male repeats. Slaves have been common in the past, but the Council of the Elders found the practice barbaric and a hundred years ago prohibited all packs from having slaves. Those that break the rule are severely punished. I have been to Silver Pack various times, and I have never seen a slave, so I am not sure if this male is telling the truth.