Scat Slave Novels & Stories

Chad continued. "No but I think one of them is called Elora or something," Damien replied. "Elora!" I exclaimed as the name rang a bell in my head. I began racking my brain to remember where I had heard the name. "Sir I think it might be those slaves that escaped from the sliver moon pack," Chad said to me excitedly. Immediately I frowned. "What do you mean?" I asked. "My twin told me that amongst the slave that ran away yesterday night. There was one amongst them called Elora," Chad said.

Gouria sought his best friend and found him lip-locked with a sexy little slave boy, most of the men were either fucking their pets or watched as others do so while howling their encouragement. Athesmos saw the unspoken desire in his cousin's eyes but knew not whence it came so he made a simple suggestion, one that would leave a confirmation. "Why not take one of my slaves, eh." Gouria didn't want to say no, he knew Athesmos better and he wouldn't want to sell himself out any more than he's already done. He made to stand on his feet but fell back into his chair. Anderios and whatever he was doing this time was much stronger than any other Gouria had ever felt from the man, his cock was so ha

VIOLET ‘ Free for claims. ’ This is a term every slave human fears significantly. It’s a term which means that the master werewolf doesn’t want their slave and anyone who wants or wins the fight can have that human - if that human survives the ferocious contest of pushing and pulling from all sides of course. It’s not like werewolves are dying to have that human as their slave who is already rejected by a master - it’s more like they enjoy the torment the human goes through.

They all bowed to him and looked at the demure girl who was behind him with curiosity. He came to a stop and looked at Penny in the most condescending manner. “This is my humble abode, and you are welcome… to join my servants… to be my slave.” He laughed and his laughter reverberated inside the walls. “This is the last I am going to see you ever. So join the ranks you belong to, you mountain hillbilly and don’t even think of crossing the paths with me, because—” he clenched his jaw with anger, “because next I see you I am going to throw you in a dungeon!” Penny stared at him with wide eyes. “I will kill myself before I work as a slave,” she said with fury rising inside.

“I…I didn’t mean it like that…” “Bought her? At an auction?” He turned fully toward me now, confusion in his gaze. “Zoe… what the hell is she talking about?” My heart thundered, but I leaned forward, voice steady. “She told the truth, Brayden. You bought me at a charity auction as a….Slave.” my gaze cut to Alessia, “But you married me in court. We even signed a Contract.” Alessia hissed. “Lies. All of it. She’s spinning her little sob story..,”

"Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you think you are?" I got a huge fright and struggled to escape his constraints. However, right after that, he began his carrot-and-stick tactic as always. He lightly rubbed his wrist against my slapped face, his gesture like a pitiful act of consolation after the fright. "It was all because you were behaving out of line that I had to treat you like this. Do you understand now that you must be a good girl and listen to me?" Faced with his terrible, disgusting act, I dug my nails into my palms and forced myself to remain calm no matter what.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

How could he suggest for her to be his slave pet? Noticing her scornful gaze, Damian raised a brow. ‘Is she scolding me in her mind right now? So cute.’ He sat back in his chair and tapped his thigh with his hand. “So… now that we’ve canceled your debt. Shouldn’t we come up with an agreement as master and pet?” ‘What? Master and pet?’ Evelyn sneered and folded her arms across her chest, forgetting she was with the mafia. “I have conditions. You WILL NOT touch me without my permission.” She said haughtily and flipped her hair.

I asked coldly, “a Luna and a slave. How exactly does that work?” Sven’s smile sharpened, cruel enough to cut. “Ah, yes. Quite simple, really. Luna in the eyes of everybody else… slave when we are alone.” I laughed out loud, because this had to be some kind of sick joke. “If you need maids, hire one or two.” His smirk deepened, eyes flashing with that feral green fire. “Maids? No, princess. You’re going to be my sex slave.” The crude words rolled off his tongue like they belonged there, like he was used to degrading and commanding.