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he replied, "a harem of men, called a reverse harem in the books she used to read." "Julia, you're far stranger than I ever gave you credit for." "I'll attempt to explain that to you while Master is getting ready for supper with your parents." "A hint meant for me, no doubt," Master said. Master left to shower. I wondered if he'd return naked or be uncomfortable in front of his sister. She looked at me expectantly. "It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent."

*Chapter contains violence and abuse that can be triggering* ZARA I look at the clock, and it’s 5:30 in the morning, and I need to get up. It’s my job to make breakfast for master Kilian and Mistress Camille. I am not allowed to say their names. Slaves don’t do that, the Mistress says. I look at the calendar, and there are two days until I turn 17. Since I was a child, I was told my parents didn’t want me anymore and that they didn’t love me. So they gave me away.

They were taught to walk, talk, dance, and do everything in such a way that it would have most of the men spilling their seeds shamelessly long before the slaves started their ministrations. Nights after night they would get cleaned up and would wait for their masters to come. And when they did, each pleasure slave would be assigned a master to serve for the rest of the night. It took months of starvations, whips, and tears before Damon accepted this as his fate. The worst of it all was the inability to remember anything from his past. It was as though his memory had been wiped clean so that he doesn't remember anything to even trace his way back.

He was absolutely an amiable person. While getting my stuff ready for my first class, I received a message from Mr. Reyes. Mr. Reyes: Cheer up! Me: Sir? Mr. Reyes: I know you're thinking about the rumors, but I'm one of those who know the truth. My hands trembled, tears clouding my vision while staring at the text. I looked at him, but he was busy talking with Mr. Javier. Heading to the HUMSS building, I thought I could calm myself completely, but I was wrong. Another emotion started building up as a noisy, overcrowded classroom welcomed me.

She looked up at him like a naughty schoolgirl and made a show of eating his cum, while the dildo was still in her pussy. That image turned him on so much when he switched the dildo to her ass and fucked her tight, warm pussy, all while she was bent over the bed. She twerked gently, making her ass ripple up and down with the dildo buried in it. He came again, coating her back and leaving her weak and breathless. 'From now on, you are mine only, mine to fuck and to have.' 'Yes, master,' she happily replied. “I will adopt you and become my daughter bitch, which I can fuck every day. You will get all the money in the world, but in exchange, you will endlessly be my sex slave. From now on, your

he added gesturing her to take a look at it. With shaky hands, Isabella pick up the papers to go through them. *RULES YOU MUST FOLLOW AS MY SEX SLAVE* was boldly written on it. She breathed out, eager to see the content. *You refer to me as your MASTER. After reading the first line, she was forced to look up at him. She doesn't have to be told to know that. At least, she has read books similar to her situation right now. She didn't just think it happens in real life and that she will ever become a victim.

I swallowed the whole cock again and began to move it back and forth, always using more force and also scratching the inside of his leg. It didn't take long and his body tensed up more, his taste became stronger and I knew he was about to cum, so just as the first spurt was about to come out, I pulled my mouth away and stopped all the stimulation. The slave couldn't stand it and said. "No!" The man's voice echoed. I heard my Master's laughter and I turned my face away, he moved and I got back on all fours, standing at his feet. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Axelina doesn't want her son to become a bastard who uses women to satisfy his lust. Axelina walks towards the dining table. But it turns out the dining table is still quiet. Nobody has come down for dinner yet. Even though the table has been served a lot of food. Axelina sit on the chair. Staring at the dining table that feels lonely. "Josh, did Lexon come down earlier?" Axelina asked the butler. "Not yet, Madam. Since returned from the company, Young Master hasn't stepped down at all. " said Josh. Axelina sighed at that.

I'm afraid that the more I say the word *master* the more I get used to it. "Yes, this is another gift for your slave." He stretched a gift wrapped in bright pink wrapping paper. I walked over to where he was, and took the gift from him. I grimaced staring at the box, merely looking at the colour of the wrapping paper, I could tell this gift isn't something I would appreciate. "Well... Open it." He becokned on me with his hand. I sighed then unwrapped the gift, a book was actually in it. I read the title of the book, *50 ways, a slave could serve her master* what in the world is this.

A sharp pain shot around my face. "I won't codone that kind of behavior from you. You should address me properly as your master, am I clear?" He growled, his red eyes leering into mine. He looked at me in the most loothesome way as though I've done a terrible thing to him. But...What? Master? Masters are men who buys people and has them working for him, as servants or slaves. but he never bought me so he don't owe me right?