Slave Training Erotica Novels & Stories

She stiffened as his fingers found her helpless cunt, sliding two fingers roughly inside her dryness, exploring her intimate folds as if he had every right. "Please," Shinatri had whimpered. "Quiet, bitch. Watch and learn from your mother. Maybe watching her display will help you juice up this pussy for me, yes?" As he said those awful words, the slave continued to caress her pussy and finger her delicate sex with impunity. Meanwhile, the other slave holding her was licking the back of her neck and cupping her right breast. He seemed to relish the feel of her soft curves. She could feel his hard cock resting against her right ass cheek, and it made her shiver.

I whispered huskily. He stood to his full height and removed his robes exposing himself for me. I could see the desire beneath his stubborn gaze. I turned to Aurora. “Come on his cock as much as you want.” The Slave girl ran to her master and I watched with great interest and satisfaction as Kieran picked her up effortlessly and sat her on the table. He spread her legs and claimed her wet slit with his hungry mouth. Aurora quivered in ecstasy as she gripped hard on the edge of the table. The sounds of her whimpers and moans echoed through the kitchen.

He muttered "I do not want to know the kind of image you have of me, yes, I am a rejected mate but is it my fault?, And the fact that I am a slave doesn't mean that I will stoop so low to sleep with just anyone, even if he rejected me as his mate, I am still his personal slave" Daciana poured with anger vibrating from her body. She had imagined this happening but she didn't think it will happen too soon. "Oh you mean his sex slave Luna?" Carey added, he looked around to make sure no one was near by to see him and grabbed her waist with one hand and the other firmly placed on her bare back.

He says, deep and seductive. My body betrays me, welcoming his touch as he rubs the pads of his fingers along my slit, playing with the moisture he coaxes from me. I grip his biceps and press my nails firmly into his skin until I elicit just a trace of blood. When he notices the thin red stream trickling down his arm, it seems to turn him on. He moves his fingers in a circle around my clit before switching to a side-to-side and back-to-front motion, and I immediately melt into him. I can't fight him off, but I also can't consent. It's like I forget how to speak, because nothing comes out. He's got me paralyzed, hanging on by a fucking thread. I'm standing here, supported by his arms, while h

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

I had never felt so alive as I did in this moment, on the precipice of both pain and pleasure. "You're going to learn your place, slave," He growled, his voice low and menacing. His eyes were locked on mine, and I could see the desire burning within them. It was a desire for dominance, yes, but also for connection. I was nothing more than a means of revenge for him to express himself, to release his anger. "That's it, slave," His voice low and threatening. Next moment was horrible. He put silver clamps to my ni**les and a sharp pain ran through my body.

His fingers dug into my skin hard enough to leave marks and he leaned in so close I could smell the meat on his breath. "You look almost pretty tonight little slave," He whispered, his hand moving lower down my arm. "After the ceremony I think I will request you for private service and we can explore just how much pain a human can take before they break." His fingers traced the bruises on my wrist from last week when he had held me against the wall and whispered all the things he wanted to do to me. I had to stand there and take it because fighting back meant death. Even now his touch made my skin crawl and my stomach turn, but I kept my face blank because showing disgust would earn me twent

“Please.” I started slow, savoring every inch as I pulled out and slid back in. But slow didn’t last. The risk, the guilt, the obsession—it all fueled me. I fucked him harder, gripping his hips, the bed creaking under us. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. “Harder, Professor. Claim me in your wife’s house,” he taunted breathlessly. I slapped his ass sharply. “Don’t talk about her.” But the words sent a forbidden thrill through me. I pounded into him, changing angles until I hit his prostate dead-on. Kai keened, pushing back desperately.

First he fucked me slow and deep on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring dead into my eyes the whole time. “Tell me who you are now.” “Your wife,” I sobbed. “Louder.” “Your wife. Your slave.” He slapped my face lightly, then harder when I moaned. “Again. Who owns this cunt?” “You do. Roman owns it.” He sped up, pounding me brutally. The leash pulled tight every time he thrust. I came so hard I saw stars, squirting on his cock like a whore. He didn’t stop. Flipped me over, ass up, and fucked me even harder, spanking me raw.

“Her throat feels even better than last night. She’s sucking like she needs it to live.” Mr. Reynolds reached under me and rubbed my clit hard while he kept pounding. The angle let him hit that spot deep inside over and over. My legs started shaking. I was close already. “Don’t you dare cum yet,” Mr. Reynolds warned, spanking me again. “You cum when we say.” They kept going like that for a long time. Switching speeds, slapping my tits and ass, calling me their family whore, their secret cum dump. The wet sounds of skin slapping and my choking filled the room.