Novel & Cerita Toilet Slave

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

Why is he twisting his words now? I clench my fist. I want to get angry, but I know I do not have the right to do so. After all, that talk about having my freedom was uncertain. I am a slave. No matter what we talked about and agreed on beforehand, he still has the last say. If he changed his mind and wanted to sell me after getting what he wants, I cannot do anything about it. "I'll look forward to it," Mr. Cresento replied. I heard the feet of the chair dragging against the marble floor as they stand. I heard their exchange of 'thank yous and 'goodbyes'.

I shouted hating that he was raising his voice at me. "Being a maid is not nice, the ones who do it is because they have no choice. My people do have a choice and I will not let you treat them like slaves, cleaning your toilets. If someone wants to be your maid they will come to you but until then you clean your own mess. And don't ever again raise your voice at me."

He was gay. "Are you that disgusted with me that you puke? Do you know how hard I saved just to have you? It's like a dream come true when I heard you were taken away by the sex master guards," he had said. "Enough," I had yelled. "You want to have me, you disgusting piece of trash. Take a look at yourself. You stink, and your breath smells like a rotten dead rat." "Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a mere slave. Right now, I'm your master," he had declared.

I plead “Really, I thought you despise my touch slave, don't get frightened baby, I am still enjoying your anus, I am keeping you for the future purpose, if you are obedient to me, I will keep you forever and even promote you from my sex slave to my mistress, I will never sell you off to any random person,” he says WTF, who is your slave? I thought in my mind and he even wants to promote me to his mistress, he's crazy, he's planning to owe me forever, that cheap trash. I owe my self, my life, my choice.

He shook his head sideways. I stared at him confused, “not a slave?” “Yes.” His face concocted into a full-blown grin, he stood up once more, walked over to where I was, then whispered in my ear, “Sex slave.” My eyes widened, my heart beat quickened. I was too shocked to say a thing, as I watched this man return to his chair. Sex slave. I will be a mindless sex slave. “I mean— you are already a slave, why do I have to go through years of planning just to make you what you are already?” He chortled, looking so proud of himself.

“You’re making me scrub floors because I gave away some items to a rogue family?” “I’m making you scrub floors because of insubordination.” Natasha sneered. “And if you keep it up, I’ll make you scrub the toilets next. I’m sure it will all be very familiar to you, seeing as how you used to be a slave.” She spat out that last word like my slavery was an amusement to her. Like she didn’t know the true story of how I’d wound up as a slave. I was speechless. Beside me, Granny stood, gathering her shawl tighter around her shoulders.

I haven’t been whipped in a long time and that’s only because I’ve tried as much as possible to obey the slave master and do everything he tells me to. I hate the slave master. He’s a short man with a fat belly and I’ve always thought his face -which despite his disgusting personality- was too cute for him. He whips humans- slaves- for the dumbest of reasons. I once had a cell mate who the slave master beat to death because he asked her to smile and she retaliated by spitting in his face. An act that she paid for with her life.

I didn’t have time to count how many they were to determine their accurate number because I needed to find my sister. I knew it may seem cruel that I was thinking only of Quetzal at this moment even after seeing the sorry state of the place. But I knew I couldn’t save them all. Even if I somehow managed to release them on time, they would be shot down once their escape is noticed. The butcher would rather lose his goods than let them go. So I had to focus on saving the one person that I could if the rest of the plan works out well. Unlike the other parts of the bar, this place looked irritating. The paint on the walls had faded and now had a strange greenish colour on them like mould had gro

It is tonight, the time she will fulfil her duties to her master, that is serving and pleasuring her master in the bed. After all, that is why he bought her. She is a slave, and he is her master. And her only duty is to satisfy her master sexual desire. He is her owner and she is just a mere sex slave. She scanned the hallway and noticed that they were many rooms in the master quarter. "The first room, you found is the master room" She remembered Emily words. "The first room," Imogen said thinking, her eyes scanning the whole place and finally landing on her quest.