Master Training Oblivion Novels & Stories

She came out of her trance as she let out a breath which she didn't know she was holding, she said, "I-I 'm sorry. Let's start our tour." Amused by her sudden reaction, the white-haired only chuckled while the other one stood there with a boring face. He said, "Sure, ladies first miss Gabriel." She nodded at his response and the girl turned with her cheeks red and her body drained and she stepped out of the room along with two boys. She said, "Let's start our tour, master..." "Noah it is for me and he's Kaal." The white hair pointed to the black one. She nodded and think its a wired name, but why would she be bothered. She said, "Then let's start, Master Noah and Master Kaal."

one of the executives of the client’s company whispered, stealing a glance at his boss. The big boss coughed softly, “Third Master is totally amazing. How can I compare? Alright, alternate according to the Thorn Masters instructions.” **** In the game James sneaks behind Evan, intending to kill the latter. System: Wolf has gone mad, activating the Slaughter Mode. He started with a big move The Supreme Numbs Spell was a group attack skill. The more people around the attacked person, the smaller the damage everyone would share. If he had fought Evan alone with his skill, he would have finished him in a second. But Ailina was sitting next to Evan.

The conference room door opened, and Jason walked in, a victor's smile on his face. "Oliver, Uncle Peter is looking for you." He shot me a glance, his eyes full of contempt. Oliver immediately put on a smile. Before leaving, he said, "Rex, tomorrow at nine, go to Jason's office and explain the code to him. Two hours a day, every day. All right?" He said "all right," but his tone was nothing but an order. I stood alone in the now-empty conference room, overwhelmed by a humiliation I had never felt before.

She left an hour before midnight, saying that she's sleepy. I spent an hour training alone, thinking about how will this mission goes. I mean, in a mission, you don't know if it's going to succeed or not, you don't know if you're going to be killed or not, you don't know what obstacles will we have to face. I ended up ruining 2 good punch bags. I sighed, I think it's enough for the night. I pick up my towel and water bottle and turned off the light. Just as I was about to leave the training room, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Unknown Number: Be careful of the mission.

“Swallow every drop, sister. Constant cum-feeding rewires you.” I swallowed eagerly, the taste of my brother’s seed becoming my comfort. “Thank you for feeding your family whore,” I murmured, eyes glazing. The mantras filled my days: while cooking, cleaning, or kneeling. “I have no personality except to serve Master’s cock.” Pleasure and obedience blurred everything else. Training escalated. In crowded malls, Master kept the remote toys on high. I walked beside him, smiling politely at strangers while my cunt and ass clenched around buzzing silicone. “Master, I’m going to cum,” I whimpered quietly in a packed elevator.

I was sure that he was a demon because a normal human being won't survive that hit without bleeding. He used his palm to hold the back of his head as he looked at his master waiting for some kind of permission to come at me again. His master seemed to have given him that as the guard attempted to attack me again but then I caught his hand and flinged him towards the direction of his master causing both him and his master to fall to the ground immediately, making him to land on his so called master and that earned an adorable giggle from Judith who stood quietly and watched the whole thing unveil.

Charlotte My Master behind me, he rested his cheek against mine, laid his hands on my shoulders. "Knees," he whispered. It sounded like a command. Nonetheless, he held my arm, balancing me as I dropped, first to my knees, then all the way, to crouch at his feet, and Richard's too; face downward, my hands outstretched, palms to the floor. It's not cold or painful. Protecting me from the hard stone flags of the basement, the matting indents slightly at knee and toe and elbow. I crouch at my Master's feet, submissive as he wishes...

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

He let out a loud scream, but it did nothing to stop my anger. My eyes darken as I allow my wolf to partly take control. “I will not ask again: who ordered you?!“ “I don't know! I swear!! We only receive information from our instructor. We have never seen him before. We don't even know his fucking name; we just call him Master.“ The rogue is now a stuttering mess who is not giving any new information, and that makes me clench my jaws.