One Piece Slave Novels & Stories

Either s*x slaves, chore slaves, royal slaves and numerous others. Chore slave really is best. Every slave omega is always delighted to be categorized under chore slave. It's less stressful compared to other. Specific chores and not random chores are performed as chore slaves. Chore slavery rescues one from numerous never ending errands and orders from royals. It also rescues one from continous daily rough brutal s*x and defilement. Chore slave really is best but remain undesired. None ever desires slavery not even chore slavery. It's only desired and cherished when trapped within slavery options.

I said. I picked up the collar from the table and showed it to Julia. I hooked the medallion on the collar, white side out. "Read it," I ordered. "Scott's Sex Slave, Master," she read. "I will be yours, Master, your sex slave." "You read some of John Norman's Gor books. Do you recall what a white silk slave is?" "A slave who may only please someone with her mouth and hands. Anything below her waist is forbidden to others. Usually, it's because she's a virgin and her virginity is being saved for her first purchase by a new owner."

"Are you sleeping? You are needed again." Leilani dragged her eyes open, sat up slowly and wiped the blood off her mouth. "Let's go. I don't want to get whipped for delaying." Hugo got in and helped her on her feet. They both walked to the entrance and met Nikita standing outside with three other slaves behind her. "Is she the one?" Nikita asked with a scoff. "Yes she is, teacher." One of the slave behind her replied. "You are the new slave who's gonna be the newest sex slave. Hmm." Nikita mumbled. It was very obvious she was jealous.

"Exactly, that's why I prepared a kind of game. As soon as we land, you'll be exposed for all to see, and we will have a spanking game. You will ask for a number of strokes with the hand, and they will be delivered by each of the guards, then another number for the paddle, then again a number for the whip. I have decided a total number. The remaining strokes will be done with the cane. Then you will thank them and suck them. It is after this ceremony that you will be given your clothes and that your belt will be locked on you. This way it will be clear that you are a slave." "Yes master." Alex anxious replied, Mistress Karen did not beat her often and she feared the game and wondered what wo

Then she saw Sir Dan do something that shocked her. He stopped a lovely full figured blond with thick curly hair cascading around her ample shoulders and breasts. She stood still with her eyes down as he put his hands on her titties and squeezed them a little. Camilla could tell that it was affecting the slave when she saw her close her eyes and open her lips a little. Then Sir made the slave kneel with her knees apart. Once she did that he grabbed her hair and bent her head all the way back to the floor causing her unprotected pussy to move forward and open for all the other Doms to see.

"Enough with all this shit, Aliyah. You're coming with me. Right where you belong!" He was about to lay a hand on me when a voice boomed from behind him, freezing us both in place. "She's not going anywhere, Brayden. She stays here." Brayden chuckled and spun around to face King Ashton. "I told you, you can't keep a slave without the royal committee, Ashton. She's mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she knows it!" "She's no longer a slave, Brayden. If that's what you believe, then you clearly haven't been paying attention," the king said, tipping his chin toward my neck. "She's not yours to claim."

“Some doesn’t wanna serve you, we changed servants every night. The others are scared they would end the same way. I’m sorry, Alpha. I’ll get you another one immediately.” “Bring then head servant here, herself...” I pointed a finger at him. “Yes, Alpha.” “Hold on...” I stopped him and he turned back at me with a curious look. “Yes, Alpha.” “I have a slave,” I smirked. The word suddenly clicks. I hadn’t thought of it yet. “That’s correct, Alpha.” “Bring her to me, she would serve my bedroom from henceforth...” I pursed my lips and stared at him. “...after all, she was a gift to me.”

I asked. "That they couldn't beat you, just because they want to." My Master replied. I let out a low laugh. "Omegas are treated like servants... They get beaten too... Being a slave means I'll get beaten more." My Master was silent for a few moments. "Why do you keep quiet?"

I groaned, thinking I’d never be able to calm the beast within me, if I continued to smell her. I walked towards the slave, sitting by my desk. She had already assumed the position, her head tilted to the side, exposing her neck, I noticed all the scars from previous bites on her neck and realized she must be one of the palaces many slaves that fed everyone. I didn’t bother making introductions, as I leaned forward and sunk my teeth into her. She instantly leaned into my bite, letting out a slight moan. I had been correct in my assumption. She was an addict, addicted to the euphoria being bitten gave her. I drank from her until I felt her pulse begin to weaken, then I pulled away.

Wren spat. I clawed at Sable’s thick wrists, but in my weakened state, her wolf strength was overwhelming. She pinned me against the scorching metal rim of the vat. Above us, the water bubbled violently, swirling with white foam and steam hot enough to melt skin from bone. "Let me remind you where you belong, slave," Sable growled into my ear, her eyes flashing with cruel yellow light. "You are at the bottom of the food chain here. And bottom-feeders get scalded."