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She even jokingly poke him on his arm. "I knew it. You can't just hide me here forever and treat me like shits," she said, making him raised his brow at her. The smile on Ava's lips turned into a grimaced when he grabbed her wrist, slightly gripping it. "You didn't know me well, slut. I am not as good as you think. I just asked you to come with me to tell you this..." "I will let you go home, and be free, but you're still going to be my sex slave." He released Ava's wrist and broke their eye contact.

Blocking her 5'2" frame from view completely. Rosy is sweet and confident, but she has never done well against bullies. And these three are the biggest bullies we have ever faced. "Elaborate, and we might come without a struggle," I say, trying to buy us time while learning as much as I can. "If we elaborate completely, you will become even more frightened, sugar, .....but..... since you asked nicely. ......There are three different slave types that you could be sold for. Sex slave, regular slave, and blood slave. For example, you are tall, beautiful, and strong. Perfect for being a sex slave or maid. Your friend is petite, timid, and beautiful. She fits with all three categories. We shall

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

You had secured a space on his bed. She wanted that badly. She wanted to know how fucking The Master felt like. She wanted to get a taste of the excitement, the ecstasy. Given the manner the slave girl, and the women he occasionally came home with screamed all sorts of obscenities, it was undoubtedly true that the fuck was good. Master was a sex god.

Gorgeous curves, seductive faces, and they worked hard to keep in shape. I was an exception. I had the potential to look sexy if I tried hard. The thought of orgies and polyamory didn't excite me. They disgusted me to the core, and I wanted to run away. But life was harsh, and I would probably end up in a brothel sooner or later if I pulled such a stunt. It's a man's world, and all men were assholes. At least the royal assholes had money and treated us with some respect.

JULIA When we'd finished fucking, the other slaves were eager to hear all about it. They dragged us back to the pool Lisa and I were prodded to tell them everything about our Master and the sex we had. Being lesbians, they were interested in whether Lisa and I were allowed to pleasure each other in addition to our Master. We both admitted we had engaged in sapphic love with each other as well as other women. We said neither of us had been with a woman before we'd started our slavery.

The master never allowed anybody pass the night in his chambers and he had actually left the chambers for her and went into his secret room where they were sure he passed the night in. They figured the lady's womanhood must be to enjoyable to receive such treatment from the Master. They wished she wasn't the Master's slave so they could get a taste of her too but they know too well not to temper with any of the Master's s*x slaves. The last guard who had a secrete affair with one of the Master's s*x slave had his manhood cut off and hanged at the entrance of the castle for a warning to other ones. He had died from bleeding and the slave he had the affair with, killed her self before the Mast

“You never do that. You were desperate.” “I am desperate.” He tears the sheets off the bed. “Then you’re gonna take every fucking inch. And thank me for it.” What happens next is not sex. It’s a reckoning. He grabs my ankles, pins them above my head, and slides into me so deep I scream. The stretch is brutal—he’s thick, pulsing, relentless. “Shut up,” he snaps. But I can’t. It’s too much. I’m already unraveling. He slaps my thigh. “Quiet.”

My head throbbed even more. I gritted my teeth as I tried to push away the man who was lusting over my body. “Stop squirming. From now on, you will become our sex slave. Your mother sold you to us in exchange for their lives.” The stranger said in laughter as she carried me like a sack and went inside the broken house, throwing me onto the dirty bed as he called his other friends to join the fun. “No, no… I don’t want this…” I looked at them who were looking at me with excitement, as they had already removed their clothes.

It is a dance of silence and servitude that I have perfected over the years. And then, in the evening, Master takes me to his chambers. There, I become his slave once more. His toy. His plaything. His lover. It is in these moments that I feel most alive, most wanted, most needed. For in Master’s eyes, I am not a mere slave girl, but rather an object of desire, a source of pleasure and passion. And it is this dichotomy, this twisted coexistence of servitude and sensuality, that defines my existence.