Slave Training Erotica Novels & Stories

Elena moaned loudly, hips bucking against his face, her arousal coating his chin and dripping down her thighs in warm rivulets. Rafael devoured Lila with savage licks, his tongue plunging deep into her dripping hole while his fingers rubbed her clit in firm circles. Lila gasped sharply, her hands straining against the ropes as he spanked her ass with powerful, resounding cracks that left bright red handprints blooming on her pale skin. Each slap sent jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core. Thierry and Adewale joined, their hands and mouths exploring both women — fingers pinching nipples, tongues licking necks and breasts, sharp spanks landing on already reddened asses.

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.

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

Sara could hear how soaked she was every time he pumped his fingers in and out. “Yes… right there,” she gasped. Her thighs started to shake. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him against her. Professor Kane did not seem to mind. He ate her out with more hunger, licking and sucking like he had been starving for her. Sara’s orgasm built fast. The pressure grew in her belly, spreading down to her pussy. Her walls clenched around his fingers again and again. She tried to stay quiet, but small whimpers kept escaping.

Ethan ripped her top off, grabbed her tits hard and slapped them. “These fat tits are made for abuse.” Jax yanked her skirt up and shoved her to her knees on the dirty concrete floor. “Open that fucking mouth.” Two hard cocks slapped against her face. Lia opened wide like a starving slut. Ethan shoved his thick cock down her throat first, balls-deep in one thrust, making her gag violently. Spit exploded from her lips as he fucked her face mercilessly, her glasses fogging and sliding down her nose. “Choke on it, you pathetic virgin-turned-whore. This is what you were born for.”

He swallowed it and he pulled out. “You are a very hot lover, with handsome face, great body and hot, hung cock. The man who checked you in is my husband. We host sex parties in a suite upstairs. We’re hosting one tonight for men and women. You would make a good Sex Slave, but you must wear a blindfold. Interested?” “Yes, what time?” “On your knees.” Derricks ordered her, he pour his hot semen down her throat. She dropped to her knees, spread her ass cheeks and he licked her assholes. She groaned and got rock hard and dripping again. He sucked her off again, put on condoms, lubed and fingered out asses and slid his cocks into her pussy with her legs over his shoulders.

I begged. He slid it in, slow soft strokes, like he was treating his little princess. He kept going, I held my swollen nipples, pressing hard on them. “Ha… Harder” I stuttered. He went in with heavier thrust slow and hard. His laps colliding with my cheeks, every stroke made me gasp, he wrapped his hand on my neck like he owned me, then tighten his hand, as he gave faster strokes. I felt his cock pushing my walls and rubbing my clit faster and harder. I raised my hips, making my pussy tighter, increasing the friction between his cock and my walls. His cock came out and I held it, shoved it back in me and he smiled “There, there my slut” he said.

Sage Laila and I were left by Constantino in his BDSM room, strapped to the walls and with vibrators wedged deep within of us. I balled up my fists around the chains and held them there tightly, feeling a rush of pleasure. It seemed like we had been coming here repeatedly for more than an hour.

They took the opportunity to create all kinds of rumors, like the one I was dead. My hand groped for her private part, scrabbling at her vagina. She choked on her breath and her hand fished for my penis coaxing it to awaken. It wasn’t what I expected but I guessed the training she went through at the slave house wasn’t a joke. I gave her a lascivious stare and moved to the next step. She was a virgin but even though she was, it didn’t prove she didn’t have sex. Knowing Erasmus temperament, he would probably destroy her will little by little to sell her at a high price. He didn’t like rebellious slaves and enjoyed taming them. Still, he said this girl was the first one he couldn’t tame on his