Pet Slave Novelas e Histórias

I had no idea why I hesitated. “Right now, while I’m still being an idiot, the last thing I want is for you to feel like a prisoner and—" “I don’t feel like a prisoner,” she interrupted me, “I mean, I felt like a prisoner before but not anymore.” She felt the need to correct. “I want to stay here……. with you,” she continued with a big smile that made me wonder if she’s really in her right senses. “I agreed to be your pet, your slut, I signed the agreement and there’s no way I’m going to back out of it now, not when I’m starting to enjoy being your slut.” She finished.

Her bones were sticking out in all the wrong places and she didn’t look healthy. The Pet Shop and their operations were definitely questionable if they keep their humans in such a condition. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do anything about that or launch an investigation because it was beyond my jurisdiction. It was owned, managed and controlled by the Council and with sick bastards like Akbar and Kentrell on board, it was of little wonder that they bred the humans like that. “Ellemea?” She turned to me. “Thank you.” “For?” she asked, confused at the sudden expression of gratitude.

I was left here alone, probably with Gavin, and now - my whole body shook with a shot of electricity up my spine, now Mysterio is here too. I turned to face him again, and the air felt thicker, harder to breathe in as I looked at the huge flashing danger sign standing there. How well did Trent really know this guy? "Inside." He jerks his head towards the door, but I stand my ground. "Pet, don't make me ask twice. You won't like it." "I am NOT a pet," I half yell as my face pinches together and I almost recoil in regret, but nope, not today. From the beginning, he will know how this goes. He can't order me around. He works to serve me, not the other way around.

The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just labor. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, were to be bred and then slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady.

She shook her head "No, he just called me his fuck puppy I wore a collar and while it was on, he'd only fuck me doggie style while calling me either his little fuck Puppy or his fuck bitch." Abi led her over to the pet play section. "Okay, well, I want to get you back into that. I think it's a great way to enhance your humiliation level. So you have a few options on the pet. There's bunny pet. You wear long ears and a little cotton tail butt plug and at home you hop around everywhere and only eat veggies and drink from one of those water bottles with the metal ball." Becky shook her head. "No, thank you. Hoping and no meat yeah I'll pass on that."

Selena could hardly see the action unfolding in front of her. The "presentation" comprised as many perverted ways as possible of humiliating and degrading the captive women. While she observed a pet being fucked in the ass by her master, a few pets were giving blow jobs to their owners. Selena nervously glanced at the mother-daughter duo and her father as three men took another pet. Thank goodness they were silently watching the proceedings while seated. Whatever they felt, she didn't see it in their faces. Selena wished she could have helped them, but she didn't know how.

“She has shown great potential in her training so far.” A woman member leaned forward with interest. “Tell us, girl. Do you understand your place yet? The Velvet Board collects special pets like you for pleasure and for influence in the world.” I swallowed hard and answered carefully. “I am learning my place, ma’am. Damien teaches me obedience and I serve him well.” My voice shook a little but I kept my head up. The candles made warm light dance on my skin while everyone watched.

Caspian inquired coldly. As he said the word "pet", Caspian felt Handsome give him a sharp jab on the shoulder. "A normal pet wouldn't have to pay, of course. This one, however, is an unusual one," replied the man. Seeing Caspian's passivity, the Simmons family were even more confident that the man was a wimp. If they did not teach him a lesson, they would be wasting a grand opportunity! "It's the same twenty, oh no, thirty fedulings!" announced the man with the mole. The other Simmons family members nodded their heads in agreement.

She returned with a steaming box and a bag full of drinks and other things. “Score. Comfort food to the rescue. You know what? We’re the caretakers. We can get a pet now. None of this asking permission just to be denied.” “We’ll see. I don’t want a pet if we’re too busy with the estate. It wouldn’t be fair to them.” “If it’s a dog. It can follow us around on the estate. Don’t estates always have dogs? They always have dogs in the movies and books.”

"After that, we went to the third floor, where Roy said it was the performance area, where unwanted or abandoned pets would perform to entertain people. At that time, someone was performing, but suddenly a masked person pulled his pet onto the stage, saying he didn't want his pet anymore and wanted to find a new one. The master ripped off the pet's clothes in front of everyone, tied him up on stage, and used many things to hurt the pet, even paying the performers to bully the pet." He cried, and I could feel his pain; he hadn't been so agitated when he talked about what Roy did to him before, so I could imagine how terrifying the scene was. As I said this, I realized I might have been wrong,