Sex Stories Slave Novels & Stories

"If you don't want me to take you back to your master, then you'll have to become my sex toy, you're to satisfy my sexual needs anytime you're needed." "W what?." Kate stuttered, not believing her ears. Here she was trying to get away from this dirty life and he's still trying to make her continue with it, what kind of game is fate playing with her, what is all this. "No, I don't want to, I want to stop being used as a sex slave, I don't want this kind of life anymore, this was the reason i wanted to end my life before you came into the picture, I was about to be free from all this, but you had to come in and interfere." She cried.

He asked, corking his brows. I didn’t intend to put her in more trouble, so it will be best if I denied her opening up to me. “She didn’t say anything, I asked someone to run a background check on her and figured out she was Travis' daughter and your mate who you have been maltreating”. “Ex mate, she is now a slave. I rejected her because I didn’t want to have anything to do with a weak somebody and someone who her father is partially responsible for ruining my childhood”. “She is your slave, right? Can I buy her? Any amount you want? Anything you want, I will give you just for her release”.

He dug his nails into my muscles and the first jet hit my uterus, hot and hard, making me come as soon as the second jet came out. When my body relaxed and he had finished cumming, he pulled me up and placed me on my knees next to him. I could feel the liquid starting to run down my sex, and I knew that the other members were watching our interaction, but how could they know exactly what was going on? Not in their wildest dreams would they have imagined that their King had a mate who was a slave.

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

She craned her neck around to watch him, to see his face, but in the darkness he was unreadable. “Relax, Emily. Open yourself for me.” Slithery lube spattered on her ass, dripping down her crack. Jacob’s fingers followed, tracing her cleft before rubbing at her hole. Emily hissed, pulled on the chains. It felt good, too good. She wanted to quit, to run away. What if he fucks my ass and I love it too much? What if after tonight I’m just his sex slave? His buttfuck babygirl? His finger slipped in easily, her training had paid off.

he said, then simply turned his back and walked off into another room. "What? Did you just call me ugly?" I shouted, and the male stopped, slowly turning around. "Does it matter?" "Of course it does! First of all, because you’re wrong! I’m not ugly, and I meet all the requirements to be a sex slave!" By the goddess, what was I even saying? Marius looked at me, visibly confused, until he asked: "Why does it sound like you’re applying for the position?" he questioned, and I could see how much it puzzled him.

floozies. ‘Why should it matter?’ she’d argued with herself a thousand times in the middle of the night while she lay alone and he was off tending to his companion du jour. ‘What we have is so much deeper than sex…’ God! It was all so desperate… So delusional and terribly, gut-wrenchingly pathetic. Addison held a shoe in each hand now, like potential weapons, and she allowed herself a grim moment of amusement as she watched Andrey’s ever-calculating gaze move to the sharp stiletto heels immediately as if he joined her in imagining her sinking them deep into his jugular.

Even if it's like this, my body will ask to have sex with her. "My baby is so naughty." he slapped my ass with his ladder he looked at me annoyed and I winced in pain and cried. "Can't you just one day not be naughty? No makes a trouble? What do you want? Don't complicate things, dear." Vero pinched my ass again. "Vero, caress me now." "I won't! I don't want to caress you anymore. You already have a tio as your lover. Go, ask your lover to caress."

The black hair fell to her waist, the white skin dyed red, her luscious breasts, and the nervous eyes looking at him. And when Agatha slowly spread her legs, Brett saw the juice dripping on her pussy. ‘She’s getting wet,’ Brett thought. Agatha’s face was filled with embarrassment, but her body reacted to Brett’s words. For the first time, Brett was happy that he bought Agatha as his slave, and she should obey everything he says. “That’s right, Agatha. Your appearance right now is very sexy,” saying this, Brett pulled down his shorts and grabbed his c*ck.

"Zachariah has also mentioned that there are sex slave camps as well..." "Well, there are 3 main illegal packs, camps or villages, the first two you know the Sex and the slave, now they really speak for themselves. The sex slave camps, packs or villages, what they are called depending on who's territory you are in at the time, are used to train both males and females in sexual pleasure but it is not a willing choice, most are sold into the camps and are forced to submit or face punishments. The slave camps, packs, or villages are used again to train both males and females in the art of service. Most are part of a slave village and then are sent to a sex village once they are of age... It is