Sex Stories Slave Novels & Stories

"Each has their own story. Erika was the first male slave after me. He wanted to change his sex. From the moment he realized we'd do this here, he accepted everything." "It scares me!" Britney said in a trembling voice. "It's normal, you'll see, you'll have lessons for oral sex, sodomy, everything will be fine. » "What about the brand on Alex's butt?" "It's a brand to show that a slave has left here." "So she ran away?" "Yes, and she's back. And now you must rest. Tomorrow is another day." Britney went into her room where there was a real bed!

In four words, they made us slaves. If you are lucky, you could either be sold off as a slave. A house slave, a war slave, a lucky slave who can become a werewolf is she mated to a wolf. The worst of it all was a Sex Slave. They are usually the worst, and although they have high advantage and gain more favor unlike the rest of the slaves, the sex slaves could be killed anytime.

He makes me look at him as he says softly, with a little confusion lacing his voice, “I know nothing to do with being a sex slave is right, but can you tell me?…” I don't like talking about being a slave and what others did to me, but he asked, and I can't disobey and not answer. As tears sting my eyes, I say, “I was not Beta Angus’s slave to share. I was Alpha Randall’s and because I was also marked as Randall’s mate, any male that touched me without his complete permission hurt. Not him, but me. A touch from another male was like thousands of needles being pressed into my skin, which was worse when I fought against their touch. To have a male force sex on a female isn’t a nice feeling in i

The both of them became a whipping mess. "I had to live on my own with no family after she died Dad, I was tossed, transferred, beaten and slaved by different masters. I ended up becoming a sex slave, it was torturous, yet, I couldn't save myself from that torment and I wondered what life could have looked like with you in it,

She went on, "I was just wondering. You said you were taken here too." Henrietta finished arranging her stuff before she turned to her. "I was indeed taken her but it wasn't against my will." She knew about it but she never really knew the whole story. And perhaps Henrietta read on her face that she wanted to hear it that she sighed and faced her fully. "Back in the human world, I was a slave, Guinevere," she started. Guinevere's brows furrowed as she looked at Henrietta.

Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s. “Deal” Beta Miguel did the same as he grabbed the other members hands and shake, the deal was completed and I, Emma Mondragon, had officially become a slave. ** I don’t know how long it’s been all i know is that we’ve been in a constant rush for the past few days, we came by quite a few stops to collect the other slaves that the Slavers were supposed to deliver, as of now, we were here in one of their bases to collect the other slaves held there and unlike all the other slaves, I am not chained with iron chains. Instead, I am handcuffed with silver, shackled hands and

She couldn’t imagine herself a slave to that man, if he looked that as a vampire that means he was over a thousand human years old, he gave her a disgusted look that made her know that he was interested in more than her blood, she wanted to gag. Prince Damien had a smile on his face, Lord Benedict was an old pervert who regularly buys young slaves and ends up killing them with his deranged preferences, it was so bad that any girl he buys does not live up to two weeks in his care, HIS girl will definitely not go with him.

All I want to do is rip my clothes off and beg him to fuck me, but I somehow manage to resist and instead say, “I think about sex all the time, Adam, and sometimes just thinking about it isn’t enough.” Sliding his fingers down my stomach, he slowly dips them under my Tshirt and drags them along my lower belly. “What do you do then, love?” I shake my head no and say, “It’s so naughty, Adam. You’ll think I’m so sinful if I tell you.” He brings both hands to my waist, gripping me so his fingers are resting against my lower back and his thumbs are stroking my stomach. Keeping his blue eyes on mine, he says, “I would never think bad of you, Leah. It’s normal to think about sex.”

That’s what made the cage so much fun, as it effectively ruined his ability to enjoy the one thing he wanted the most. “Alright, time to sit on it. I want to see you ride it.” “Oh. Yes, mistress. Okay. I can try.” he said, clearly nervous. “Have you ever taken anything in your ass before, slave?” “Yes. Only a finger, and small toys.” he said. I could tell he was telling that truth, as he was such an eager pervert that he’d have told me his innermost secrets without inhibition.

“Fuck yourself deep while you serve them. I want to see how much you love being a locked cuck.” Mark’s tiny pink cage throbbed as he positioned the thick dildo under himself. With his face burning, he lowered his ass onto it right there in front of everyone. The fat head stretched his hole wide, making him whimper as he sank down inch by inch until it was buried deep inside him. “Yes… like that, faggot.” Cindy moaned as her first bull mounted her. Chinedu slammed into Cindy’s cum-filled cunt and bred her hard. Mark watched inches away as he released rope after rope pumped into his wife’s womb, the moment Chinedu pulled out, Mark crawled to him, dildo still lodged in his ass.