One Piece Slave Novels & Stories

she moaned when I pushed it inside her tight hole. "I'm not god. I'm Master." I pulled her head up by her hair and I spit on her face. "You're an anal fucking slut, Slave. Say it." "I'm an anal slut, Master." "Fucking A, right," I gritted out. I went back for the cane. I smacked the tops of her breasts and watched her face this time. Yes. I saw the pain in her face. My cock was so fucking hard. "You will agree to be my slave for life. Do you understand? I own you now and forever."

"I have not been assigned to the cellar, Master." The Urekai ground his teeth in anger, and finally, Master Boris released his grip and stepped back. "Although the final decision depends on the assigner, slaves are allowed to make suggestions. When you are next assigned, you must suggest the cellar, slave prince. Am I clear?" Not a chance in hell. "Yes, Master." Emeriel bowed his head. He was beginning to recognize that look in Master Boris's eyes. The same look Lord Zaiper had when he stared at Aekeira—pure, unadulterated lust.

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)

After finishing her rounds, she was stopped on the stairs. Her attacker was a student Elaine recognized—she had a face as beautiful as a rose petal, and was one of Dave’s most devoted admirers: Serona Shen, the school flower from Building A. Her own face was pale as she spoke coldly: “Elaine, you need to know your place. Break up with Dave!” When Elaine said nothing, Serona’s voice sharpened. “You need to understand your position… or I’ll make you understand!” Elaine frowned in confusion. Serona shouted at her, her voice echoing off the walls. “Elaine! Do you hear me?!”

he orders. Without hesitation, I make my way to him. I carry out the order without any remorse or objection. "Today, I will be his submissive." Kneeling before him, I lift my gaze to see that hammer up close. He runs his thumb over my mouth, and I obediently open it. I swallow saliva as I see that hammer getting closer to me. "Mmm..." I moan. His hard and painfully swollen penis rests on my lips, and I eagerly receive it with my open mouth. Holy mother...!

I groaned in annoyance. "That is impossible. I can assure you that you'll forever remain his favorite as long as you know how best to handle him." Maria assured me, and smiles escaped my lips. I've always been treated like a queen instead of a slave because I'm the Master's favorite s*x slave. I can't let anyone take that away from me. Furthermore, I was still conversing with Maria when I heard a faint knock on my door. Well, unlike the other slaves, I don't work in the fields or cowsheds.

Renata started narrating. “Last I saw Michel was when he broke up with me. I was hurt and alone and when I saw him I just ran to him. I told him how much I missed him. And he ordered me not to touch him,” the girls gasped. “I gave the same reaction. I was taken aback. What did he ‘ordered’? it was then he told me that I was his slave. He owned me, he bought me. I was his Odal and he, my master.

Not only that, but it meant that they would always find me. A coy smile tugged at the corner of Lennox’s mouth as he propped his chin on his palm, his lashes sweeping up as his eyes met mine and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. “Renee, you seem to be forgetting something. You are our slave…” His smile deepened, and he cast a glance at Levi. “Brother, can you please explain what a slave means to this woman?” Levi’s eyes brightened like he couldn’t wait to demean me and explain my role to me. “A slave is someone who is held in forced servitude. They have little to no say over their lives and live to obey their masters”

she said, smiling widely. She glared at us one last time before bringing out a long piece of paper she had hidden in her bag. “Some of you might stop being slaves starting from today, but first, you have to pass a test,” she said, her eyes darting back and forth as she scanned our faces. The whole slaves went mad with frenzy as everyone began to murmur and mumble incoherently. “Silence!” The maid roared, her eyes blazing like a burning furnace. “I'm Crystal and I'm your boss,” she said, her voice harsh and cold.

The tigress could see the tension in the air and she could also see how angry her son was which made her wonder what this slave issue was really about and why it was causing so much ruckus and anger between the couple. 'I should step in now and try sorting this before things spiral out of control. Who exactly is this slave though?' She wondered and the thought of what to do flooded her mind as she tried to determine the best way to step in. "Um-um." She cleared her throat to make her presence in the conversation known as they both glared at each other. "Why are you making this such big of a deal though Fabian? What is this slave to you that Tasha cannot punish her?" She asked Fabian with gen