Novel Slave Mga Nobela at Kwento

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)

In four words, they made us slaves. If you are lucky, you could either be sold off as a slave. A house slave, a war slave, a lucky slave who can become a werewolf is she mated to a wolf. The worst of it all was a Sex Slave. They are usually the worst, and although they have high advantage and gain more favor unlike the rest of the slaves, the sex slaves could be killed anytime.

"Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time." I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.

Cindy asked. "Haven't you? A cock in your cunt, one in your ass, another in your mouth, all making you cum and cum and cum?" I asked. "I don't think I've ever thought about it before." "You should. There's nothing like it to a slave slut like me." "Wait a minute! You've been triple penetrated?" Cindy asked, shocked. "During the first three weeks of my slavery, Master allowed me to fuck other men. Due to the books he knew I was reading, he thought I might like to experience some of my fantasies."

She said trying to catch her breath. "Oh my God! The king is going to kill me!" She whisper shouted. "He doesn't have to know. Come on Tierra, you can't tell me you don't feel this connection between us." Damien moved closer to her but Tierra pushed him back. "Connection!? My Prince, I don't know if you realised it but I'm a slave, your a prince. I'm black, your white. This is illegal!" Her eyes watered. "I'm sorry your highness but I can't do this. Goodnight." She said before entering the closed door.

Camilla felt lucky for having the freedom she had, that her friends would never have or even get the chance to. Being born a slave in this world means you have been cursed by the goddess for the sins of your family and only servitude could relieve you of your burdens. 'What a load of crap!’ She was sure it was just a strategy for those in position to maintain the current system of the world, the poor stay poor and the wealthy stay rich. A modern woman like her would never serve someone just because they're born of nobility and to think of it as an honor!

They are those slaves that live and breathe mining. Even in the slave world, there's competition. Every slave's dream is to become King's Slave or Master's Slave because of the attention they'll be getting. Because it makes them feel special that they're wanted by people of the upper class. As Danika watched two slaves fight for who will suck their master's thick organ, she concluded that she can never understand them. This world she found herself in. King Lucien shoots occasionally glances at her. His eyes scrutinizing her face, and she gets lost in the look, the world drowning out.

Cassandra POV “What's so special in her?” His voice was rough, dominating, and powerful. It made me feel weak in my knees instantly. “Your Grace, she is the Princess of the Reges Empire,” The slave master said. “Was,” He corrected him, looking offended. “Yes Your Grace, but she is denying to accept slavery,” He stood up suddenly and walked a little closer to me. My heartbeats raced insanely as he stood closer to me. He was so much taller than me that I could hardly reach up to his shoulder. I tilted my head backward to meet my eyes with him. Slowly his fingers touched the strands of my hair tucking them behind my ear.

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

Turning away from us, he spoke to Elvin, who I assumed was a steward of some sort. “The Game begins in three days. Ensure they are physically fit for island deployment.” His voice was steady and controlled. “Of course, Master Kalev,” Elvin responded. My heart clutched. Game? A cold weight settled in my stomach. My mind raced, piecing it all together. We weren’t being inspected for labour. We were being inspected to participate in the… …the Slave Games? The realization ripped through me, sharp like a razor blade. We weren’t brought here to work. We were brought here to die! To fight for our lives on some island, all in the name of entertainment.