Novel & Cerita Teen Slave Training

I ignored his question as I motioned for Brianna to place my bag on the floor inside the door. “Wait, you are being personally trained by Mr. Slater?” Brianna’s jaw dropped as she looked from me to him. “I guess during your investigation into my past, you failed to learn that Mr. Slater was also a member of my pack and has trained me since I was little.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance. There were more elite trainers in the world, but Slater was the best trainer at the Academy. He trained the lower class, but he also taught a special class for more advanced training. Only a few students were in the class, as it wasn’t easy to be selected for the class.

“Pesantren, or Islamic boarding school, is a traditional education in which students live together and study under the guidance of a teacher who is better known as a kiai and has a dormitory for students to stay. These students are in a complex which also provides a mosque for worship, a space for studying, and other religious activities. This complex is usually surrounded by a wall to be able to monitor the entry and exit of the students in accordance with applicable regulations. Pondok Pesantren are two terms that show one meaning. Pesantren according to its basic meaning is a place to study for students, while pondok means a simple house or residence made of bamboo. Besides, the word pond

The little glint was soon replaced by a proud look and a taunting one. “What did you say to me? You know I could still take you to the purgatory right now?” Purgatory. The place where they fucking selected slaves- children slaves. They selected the fit ones to keep and train for the Bratva, then sold off the rest to the black market and even worse sick fucks out there who used those poor children for their twisted and fucked up desires. The Bratva were known for their inhuman ways of training their soldiers. But only a few who survived their hellish torture actually knew what that training was made of.

He easily carried me in his arms bridal style and I rested in his embrace, feeling satisfied. I had never been so excited for a punishment. He took me to the training room, as I called it. It was a secret room, after his bathhouse, that was specially designed for training slaves. When we got there, he put me down and told me to strip. I wasted no time in obeying and stood completely naked in front of him. I tried to cover myself as I kept my eyes glued to the floor. "What did I say about covering yourself in front of me?" He questioned and I reluctantly put my hands down.

Hannah stood by my side and defended me. "Do you think I will believe what you say? You're in cahoots." Everly laughed mockingly. Mistress Hawthorne cringed as she listened, looking very impatient. She put a stop to our bickering. "That's enough, bunch of little sluts! Shut up, all of you!" "I don't care what the truth is. And I don't care who fucked your pussies." "I'm only responsible for training you into qualified slaves after a year and delivering you to the Alpha's bed."

"We need to make a move against this force as we can not allow their actions to go on like this. If you look at it from a business standpoint, we conduct our trade according to the movement of slaves. However, despite what the packs use them for to replace the ones that are old and worn out, there is one thing I will not condone. That is the treatment of the slaves to be used in any other manner for which their position serves them to be in, in the first place. That is why we collect human slaves and trade them to other packs to prevent this kind of thing from happening." To hear about slaves being beaten is not an uncommon thing. They are trained to do jobs and various chores in the differe

"That's not how he works. He inspects every new slave personally. Tests them. The strong ones, the ones with... potential... he keeps for himself." "Potential for what?" But I already know. "Training." Sarah's voice drops to a whisper. "They say he can break any wolf's will. That he derives pleasure from it. From forcing submission." A shiver runs down my spine that has nothing to do with fear. My wolf, traitor that she is, stirs with interest. "The last slave who tried to run..." Sarah continues, "they say he hunted her himself. Tracked her for three days before catching her. When he brought her back..." She shudders.

(Lecturer Private 1st class Anna) In the Large Building where the 5000 Slaves were having their meal, a large lecture is currently on progress. For the last 6 days since they arrive the slave has been attending lectures like this for 8 hours a day, their schedule was Morning Military exercise, Study, Eat, and Sleep. No one was excluded, The slaves were shocked when all of them were called recruit instead of slaves, Also the Masters told them that they were not to be called masters, instead, address them with their Ranks and name. The recruits were taught with Aeternum Culture, Ranks, and etiquette, they knew and realize that Aeternum was actually a large organization, and few realize that it

They're scared that might happen again 10 years ago, I got kidnap and yeah, they did pay those guys who kidnapped me just to get me safely back to them. “Yeah, mommy says that Yaya Celine will come with me to watch over me,” I said, smiling at them. They nodded and opened the gate. “Senorita, I thought we were just going outside the garden. Your Mommy will scold me for this for sure.” Yaya Celine is 40 years old. She’s been working for our family for a long time. “I said that I’m going outside. You heard she agreed, didn’t you?” I asked, and she just shrugged.

"It was just after my slavery started and Master gave me a task to perform. I had a seduce a sales clerk in a clothing store, licking her pussy and getting her to lick mine. If I couldn't seduce her to lick me, I had to wear a Slave Trainer all during our dinner out without any orgasms. If I seduced one into allowing me to lick her, I could have two orgasms, but only if I sucked Master off under the table to earn it. If she also licked me, I could have unlimited orgasms. I only earned the two orgasms so I was suffering quite a lot. Our waitress noted my suffering and asked for the reason. I told her I couldn't get a sales clerk to lick me. She offered to lick me herself if Master removed my