Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

’ 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.

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

They dragged her to her feet, pushing her towards the bathroom. "You're going to be our little fuck toy from now on," the leader said. "You'll do whatever we tell you to do, whenever we tell you to do it. Understand?" Nishitha nodded, too exhausted and defeated to protest. And so began Nishitha's new life as the PG's fuck slave. She was forced to clean the girls' vaginas and assholes with her tongue after they used the toilet. She was made to service the men who came to the house, sucking their cocks and taking their loads in every hole.

But the toilet we had to clean was not the personal toilet of each person, but the public restroom of the enslaved people. Enslaved people do not enjoy the same privileges as warriors. They have to use public restrooms together. The enslaved people here are all female, so there is no separation between male and female toilets. The slave toilets were not significant, with only four bathrooms. Usually, they have to divide their time reasonably to be able to use the toilet conveniently. The toilet is not very dirty because it is still cleaned regularly. However, the arrogant female warriors still felt it was dirty here.

I walked to the door and pulled it open, waiting patiently just inside. Slave is eating its cereal, milk all over its face from dipping into the bowl, probably wondering what the hell is going on. A woman comes to the door with a garment bag in her hand. I waved for her to step inside and walk towards the kitchen. The woman follows me and gives a little shriek when she sees Slave on the floor, naked, eating cereal like a dog. I smack Slave's ass, the jewel in her dark hole catching the light.

I took a deep breath, I was so going to lose my temper and snap at them, I had to remember that if the head slave saw me she'd be upset. I continued putting the vegetables in a bowl for the soup, I put a little bit of extra salt in to prevent the soup from tasting bad. After the soup was done, I turned it into a rubber and put it in the refrigerator outside. Then I washed my hands and returned to the kitchen. I suddenly stumbled, I caught my balance just in time and looked behind me to see the other slaves laughing suddenly. I glared hard at the ground where I saw the toe of the slave's shoe sticking out.

I grumbled at the sight of the dirty stables. “Yes shit,you will be cleaning a lot of shit till you run out of the energy that puts those stupid escape ideas into your head” he said, pushing an iron bucket and a shovel into my hands. “You guys have turned me into a slave , maids are better off since they get paid regardless of how little the money is…” I grumbled too annoyed to think of the consequences of my outbursts. “Trust me , slaves are used for sex services. Get to work …” he said , pointing to two soldiers on standby to come closer and keep a watch at me.

Anyhow, back in the Pack house, the situation in the bathrooms was worse than expected, it took me two hours to scrub the stains on the walls and floor. “Ugh, finally it’s done.” I straightened my back and sighed in relief, the sight of clean bathrooms was the reward of my hard work. After gathering my cleaning supplies, I was about to go out when a rude warrior pushed me away and entered to use the urinal. Irked by his behavior, I balanced myself and gathered my tools. Meanwhile, he decided to test my patience. “Thump!” He thrashed a wine bottle to the ground, red wine splattered on the floor and walls. Three other strong men also joined him to laugh at me. I took a deep breath and gathered

She eagerly let him force her head down the toilet as his big cock slid back and forth into the arse, her finger furiously working her clit. His hand released her head but she kept her face submerged, enjoying being made his slave too much to take a breath. As it happened, she didn't need to as a second later she squealed as he pulled the flush and she gasped a quick breath as the water drained under a deluge of more.

he said when I finally went out the bathroom. "Sit here beside me." he commanded. "Have you already eaten?" he asked, what's happening to him? He's acting weird, uh. "Not yet." "Me too," he said, do I look like I care? "Cook downstairs on the kitchen. You are my slave, right?" he said with a sarcastic tone. I badly want to punch his face for calling me his slave, but I can't. He's the boss.