Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

I felt the cold and killing gaze from her. "Did you just talk back to me?" She questioned fiercely. I stared back flabbergasted, I subconsciously clapped my hands to my mouth as I shivered nonstop. I thought I said those words inwardly. I closed my eyes and opened them again. "Yes, I am not a slave. I am a human being too," I said, still feeling the pressure from Starr and my neck was burning with pain. "Haha! You a human? More or less a log with no soul in it. Better check yourself up in the mirror next time you say those words," She laughed and walked out on me.

It was the thing placed in the middle of the room. A cage. A large shiny gold cage. There was a mattress laid on the floor inside it and there were many other things placed inside the cage. The cage was enough wide and large that two giant men like Gabriel could fit in it. She felt her body being jerked forward as he stood behind her leaning his lips closer to her ear before mumbling the words that were enough to snatch the last string of her consciousness. "Your new room, Slave." With that, her eyes rolled back and her body fell against his chest limply. Before she could meet the concreted floor he held her tiny frame in his massive arms chuckling out.

He said. "You can't do this to me. I can't do all of this." "You want to choose what you can do?" Mike questioned. "I don't like the fact that you always forget who you are in this house. You are my slave, not only my sex slave, a total slave. You don't have the right to object any of my instructions. Now get that clothes changed and prepare something for breakfast. Be fast about it. I will be leaving this house by 8 O clock."

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

“I’m trying to comfort him.” “But we’re all enemies now, aren’t we? Isn’t that the purpose of the Slave Games?” Tor scrunched up his face and exhaled slowly. “Perhaps,” he said, his voice wistful. “But we can still choose how to act. I choose to be a decent person.” There was something about Tor that I instantly liked. His large, gruff body was in direct contrast to his soft nature. He was the definition of a gentle giant. Glancing around the room, I took inventory of the people around us.

"It sounds like a Slave Trainer." "What's a Slave Trainer?" "A device Master possesses which was invented by a demon from hell who hated women. It's the worst punishment Master imposes on his slaves. It vibrates against our clits and in our pussy until just before we cum, then shuts itself off. As soon as the worst of it passes, it starts again. It's fiendish."

I saw a ballet circle and the material flared out and up to reveal off my cane tracks. I waved goodbye, staring at Johnson's slave face. The manner her Master fed her was with a cock toy so that the chalky liquid she ate for meals simulated cum whilst she swallowed from the toy. He'd held his slave in his bed, cradling her again towards his chest, and thrust the cock toy inside and out of her mouth, fucking it deep at the same time as her lips have been swollen from the abuse.

WRECKED BY MY MASTER: THE TALE OF A SEX SLAVE 1 I knelt naked in the center of the dimly lit playroom, wrists locked behind my back in thick leather cuffs, a heavy metal collar locked tight around my throat. My cock was already rock-hard and leaking, trapped in a tight steel cock cage that Master had snapped on the moment I walked through the door. I was twenty-two, smooth, toned from years of anxious gym sessions, and tonight I was nothing but a set of holes for him to use.

When they thought about how they would have to handle the feces of one to two thousand people every day and clean up the toilets after they were done using them, these five boys felt as though their lives were over. This was because Hamed had already said that they would have to stay here as slaves for a lifetime. So, that would mean that they would never be able to leave until they die. In that case, this also meant that as long as they were still alive, they would only be given the task of cleaning the toilets and dumping the filth every day. They would have to do it over and over again, endlessly. Could there be anything else that was even more tragic than this in a lifetime?

Her words kept recalling in my head again. “I was just a sex slave. I was so tired of this. Everyone in the palace seemed to mock me for it all of a sudden. It seemed like they suddenly realized I was a sex slave and were slapping it into my face, calling me a sex slave up and down. And it was really annoying, and I had gotten so tired of it.”