Scat Slave Novels & Stories

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

The jacket she was wearing was also open, and several buttons of her inner shirt had come undone, revealing her fair and smooth stomach. Her abdomen was slender and flat. Under the soft light, her skin seemed to emit a sparkling milky white glow. Dave narrowed his eyes, looking coldly at her exposed stomach, where several rather long and obvious scars were clearly visible. The scars looked like rough stitches, resembling ugly marks crawling on her skin. These scars completely ruined the beauty of her body, making her smooth stomach look somewhat terrifying and unsightly.

said Amar with a smile staring at Axelina's innocent body in front of him right now. Will God give Axelina a chance to be happy, or vice versa? Axelina is forced to be Amar Trixeon's sex slave for the rest of her miserable life.

"The slave establishment have not been into slave trade for a while now, and now, we all have decided to sell some slaves, who have been tamed enough, so that the image of the establishment will not be tarnished" Simone said, looking at the slaves which bow lay low, staring at him, he looked at the crowds, his eyes making contact with a slave, the slave never seemed to back down, from staring at him, she was still arrogant. "Because, some slaves would disgrace the establishment and cause a disadvantage to future next trades in the future.

" Two points for the slave. Master was silent. "You're going to anoint my face with cum and your other slaves will lick it off me, aren't you Master Scott?" "Fine." "You will treat this slave the same as any other slave with the exception of that which would cause us to commit incest, won't you Master Scott?" "Yes." Who ever said slaves have no control over what happened to them?

Scarlett sold as tribute, branded as property, stripped of title and name. Fallon’s daughter reduced to a harem girl. Alive, yes. Breathing, yes. But broken. Owned. Powerless. And in Skye’s mind, that had been mercy. Better a living slave than a dead martyr. Better a chance—however slim—that one day she might rise again. Better than nothing.

But he dropped it, his shoulders slumping as he turned and left without a word. Elder Tasha’s voice rang out, cold and merciless. “At this moment, you are stripped of your title, Scarlett Vladislav. For three years, you will serve as a slave to repay your insult to the bond with each Alpha, one year for each mate. You will be given a small room outside the packhouse, and you will work in the fields until your sentence is completed. After that, you are to leave the North and never return.” Her words settled like stones in my chest, the final blow that crushed whatever hope I had left. I turned to Bianca, my voice barely more than a broken whisper.

Her release splashed down her legs and onto the floor below her. Feeling his body responding to the scene before him, Scott reached for his glass. His erection pressed uncomfortably against the confines of his jeans. He gripped Jade's shoulder, and she glanced his way. "Service my cock, slave." He'd read her list, knew that she enjoyed giving head. Still, he stopped her as she knelt between his feet. "Safe words, slave?" "Red for stop, yellow for slow down, Master Scott." He nodded. "Use them if you need to. Now go ahead. And you will swallow every drop."

He sounds slightly annoyed now. “You’re dealing with a slave, and… It’s something much more ancient. A master and a slave.” Priam chuckles and gives me the feeling of someone who doesn’t believe what he’s saying. Like the idea of that existing is simply incredulous to him and he’s... “I’m really at my wit’s end here Scarlett. I won’t lie to you. If that thing is in your pack, then its master is there too, and it could order that thing to do anything.