Novel & Cerita Sex Slave Fanfiction

He kissed her, then grasped her breast and caressed it again, ignoring her objections and pleas. "You're my slave from now on. You are my S. E. X slave." He said this, grabbing her hair and kissing her lustfully. The way he kissed her almost made her taste her own blood. Without saying a word, Cuhen bit her neck and penetrated her jewel with his shaft. In pain, she bit her bottom lip. He continued to thrust despite the fact that she was still sensitive and in pain. His every thrust was fueled by rage, and she was in pain!

Sean asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I'm threatening you if you don't know." "You're not the only prostitute girl I've slept with. Your threats are useless to me.” Sean remembered that he used to love to fuck random girls, so he told Darla about it. Sean doesn't want Darla to feel as if she has power over him. Hearing Sean's confession made Darla surprised. Darla thought the man in front of her was a good man, but it turns out that all men are the same. The sad thing is that Darla can't be disgusted because Darla is one of the prostitute girls.

"Mmm... God... ahhh..." "Does it hurt?" I taunted darkly, my thumb dragging across her lower lip, smearing the remnants of my seed across her mouth. "Good. Because that's all you are to me now, Selena. A whore. A filthy little spy who thought she could play in the big leagues and ended up becoming my personal receptacle. You think you're going to survive this? You belong to me now. Every inch of that tight, wet body is mine to use, to break, and to fill whenever I goddamn please."

It wasn't pain, but pleasure. And sex became a routine Vay enjoyed with Ben, not as a virgin anymore, but a perfect sex slave Ben didn't regret he had. 8B: HER LESBIAN FANTASY 1. Sheila walked through the hallway, piles of worked and unworked documents in her hand, heading for her boss’s office. As she got closer to the door and made use of her knuckle, but no response, muffled moaning sounds attracted her attention. She paused. Placing her ears on the door, it creaked open, causing her to lose her balance.

Tears mixed with blood streamed down Maya's face, but I wasn't finished. "You think a few fucks makes you the queen of the Carbone family?" I crouched down, grabbing her jaw, my nails digging into her skin. "Listen to me, you slut. Catherine is a pure angel. And you? You're a sewer rat." "If I'm so disgusting, why did you touch me?" Maya sobbed. "Because saints don't get on their knees in back alleys. So I found a sinner who would. I needed a sewer for my filth, Maya. Don't ever mistake a sewer for a throne."

"After I was raped, didn't trust men enough to have sex. Didn't like women, so except for vibrators, didn't have no sex at all. Then I meet this bunch, and they having sex all the time. Can't hardly walk through the house without seeing somebody fucking someone else, but I learned about the slavery. Didn't do me a lick of good until I find out there be male slaves, too, some for men, others for women. Scott was thinking of getting a male slave for his slaves, help share the load, let them fuck other men because he's fucking other women. He decide at last minute not to get him another slave, but offer him to me. They figured it might be easier for me to have sex with someone I controlled. How

"Scott noted I liked to read certain kinds of books, usually books involving sexual fantasies like sex slavery to alien races or reverse harem novels involving serving multiple men. Eventually, he asked me if instead of just reading about it, I'd like to participate in an experimental sexual slavery for three weeks to see if the reality matched my fantasies. It began a week ago Friday. Thus far, my sex slavery has exceeded my expectations. I've had the greatest sex I've ever had. I'm sure I've climaxed well over a hundred times since my slavery began. It still has a week and a half to run." "So what does any of this have to do with Lisa?" Regina asked. Lisa was bringing in a tray with our sa

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

“That's not all, she told me how sweet I tasted, how pretty I looked coming undone, and then she fucked me until I screamed into the pillow, coming over and over till I couldn’t move.” She sighed, dreamy. “Best night ever.” The table fell silent. I couldn’t speak. I was soaked, completely, embarrassingly drenched. Every filthy detail Tasha painted replaced her girlfriend with Diego in my head but then something shifted. What if it wasn’t him? What if it was… a woman? What the hell is wrong with me? I’d never thought about girls like that. Never let myself. But right now, listening to Tasha, my body was screaming yes.

His eyes burned like hellfire as he took in the scene—me, cuffed, belt around my throat, ass red with welts, holes used without mercy. "You fucked her without me?" he roared, voice shaking with fury. "She’s a whore now," Sean said coldly. "She didn’t care who used her." Xavier stormed over, grabbing my chin roughly, forcing my eyes up to his. "You filthy little thing," he hissed, voice thick with something dark and possessive. "You're ours. Every ruined piece." And he kissed me—brutal, bruising, claiming my mouth like it belonged to him.