Scat Slave Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sabi nito saka lumapit ulit sa pwesto ko at hinalikan ang buhok ko. "I know you are awake. Be ready kid, you are mine and not my brother slave. You are my SLAVE." Huling kataga nito bago hinila si Mom palabas ng kwarto ko. Lumipas ang ilang minutong nakaupo lamang ako sa kama at nakatulala. Hindi ko alam anong iisipin at gagawin sa nalaman ko. Mabilis akong nagtungo ng banyo at naglinis ng sarili, hindi ito pwedi mangyari. Base sa na-research ko kagabi, ang mga past slave nila ay hindi basta-basta nakakawala sa hawla kapag nakakapitan na nila ito.

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

He stood up to his chair and leaned closer to me, I kept my posture right because my heart was beating so fast. "300,000 for your work as Secretary but let's make it 1 million per month if you work with me as a Slave and my toy," he whispered to my ear and licked it, making chills go down my spine. "What do you think? It's enough for your Mother, Ms. Olivia."

That's really bad of him,how can he do that to you" Chloe said and then the landline phone in the room started ringing "I'll get that" Chloe said and picked the call . "Yea room 3 on the line 6GPO" . "Darcie Kuers room 3 6GPO is needed at the young master room with two glass of orange juice" Chloe hang up and looked at Darcie who was laying down helpless "What is it?? Darcie asked "The young master want you to bring two glass of orange juice" Chloe replied "Was he the one who call you now?

“Be mine. Or die.” The words steal the air from my lungs. “Yours?”, I ask, clearly confused. He steps closer.“Let me put in a way you'll understand slave, be my sex slave or die” He tilts his head, watching my reaction. “If you refuse,” he continues, “I’ll tell the council you tried to escape. You know what happens to traitors.” I know and my stomach churns. He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “What’s it going to be, little wolf?”

Slut had trouble behaving herself, somewhat intentionally I believed. "Scott, how wonderful you called. Does your slave require additional training?" "Actually, I have someone else interested in becoming a sex slave, but she doesn't know anything about it other than what she witnessed over the course of a few hours last night. Before I accept her slavery, I'd like her to have a 24 hour crash course on the meaning of sex slavery." "You're taking my advice and giving your slave some competition so she becomes better. How nice for you."

"Master, I can't leave you alone. You'd be all by yourself." Sam said, "I wouldn't take Scott's slaves without an exchange. Chantelle, could you please come here." The beautiful, black slave who'd cooked us breakfast knelt down by Sam's side. "Chantelle, I'm going to give you to Scott for the next three weeks in return for the loan of his two slaves. You'd take good care of him, wouldn't you?" "Of course, Monsieur. Whatever you wish. I'll cook and clean, suck his cock, whatever he wishes."

There was only one probable explanation. I was living in a dream, a funny and terrifying one. "N-n-northern wolves?" "Yes," Cyrus said, then acknowledged the man in front. "Theo, has the crisis been averted?" "Considerably so. We reached a compromise." "They should know better than to mess with us," snarled Cyrus. "Greedy pests," he hissed. "Who is she?" "Ah, my new slave. I paid a fine price for her."

There is no doubt someone will get hurt. Simon clenched his fist as those words from his nightmares rang back into his head "She will never love you, she can't love you" "Carter, I want you to get me that slave" He smirked wickedly. "Which slave? Imogen?" "Yes, and Isabella. It seems like I have been easy on my new slave, I should let her fear me, that way she won't dare think of lying to me or think about anyone else. That way, she will know that I am her master not the other way" His eyes screamed so much anger and coldness.