Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

He rapped up all his remaining work and dashed out of his office to reach his new toy. He was surprised by the words left from his mouth when he told his slave to rest for a day as he never gave any slave a day break. They could serve him all time and he could fuck them whenever his will say so ignoring their pleas; while his two slaves died due to unbearable pain caused by his huge pleasure stick and his stamina. If he wasn’t gone little soft on her she would have fainted in just first round. He was just waiting to sun goes down as it will start her work as his slave and he was in his full mood to show her that he was her master and how to pleasure him helly as he wasn’t found of heaven.

I had hoped the old physician would provide some solace but I was told he had already left on one of his long journeys. I yawned loudly, exhaustion seeping into my bones. I grabbed the wooden brush I had crafted to clean my teeth since my previous one was spoiled. As I brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth, I heard noises from downstairs that suggested the people there were disturbed or alarmed about something. I chose to ignore it. I didn’t have the energy or will to care anymore. I proceeded to draw a bath to clean myself. I took my hand towel and hairbrush to the bathroom. At least I had been provided my own private bathroom. “They say all slaves are not equal. Hehe, at least I’m a higher

I said. "Ok, slave. Very well." he said and sat down again. "That flower vase...I want it to be there." he said pointing to a flower vase. I nodded and went there. "Ok. All done. Good job, slave." he said looking around and smiled. I am so tired that I think I will fall into pieces any minute. Every time he calls me "slave" I get an urge to punch him. I am so tired I think I don't have any strength to even for that. It's one in the night and now he is satisfied with the arrangements. He made me arrange everything, the hall, the rooms, the kitchen. He really enjoys troubling me.

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

She went on, "I was just wondering. You said you were taken here too." Henrietta finished arranging her stuff before she turned to her. "I was indeed taken her but it wasn't against my will." She knew about it but she never really knew the whole story. And perhaps Henrietta read on her face that she wanted to hear it that she sighed and faced her fully. "Back in the human world, I was a slave, Guinevere," she started. Guinevere's brows furrowed as she looked at Henrietta.

In a hurry, I put my phone and keys inside my bra, although it's bad, I have no choice, as what I don't want is to wet my pants. According to my aunt, it's bad, I can even get all sorts of diseases. Now that I have the convenience of pulling down my pants along with my panties, I squat down and let the valve open, letting everything stored up flow out. In less than a minute, I finish peeing when I was already pulling up my pants. Ah, how pleasant it is to feel the relief in my bladder. Before leaving, I press the toilet button and then decide to wash my hands. "We want to apologize, it was all a misunderstanding in which we recognize that we went too far," and in effect, I have the pleasant

He stood up to his chair and leaned closer to me, I kept my posture right because my heart was beating so fast. "300,000 for your work as Secretary but let's make it 1 million per month if you work with me as a Slave and my toy," he whispered to my ear and licked it, making chills go down my spine. "What do you think? It's enough for your Mother, Ms. Olivia."

"You are kidding. right?" "No." All the confidence just evaporated and my body. Suddenly I feel very naked in front of him. What was I thinking baiting him like this? I tried hard to cover the panic on my face. "L-Like a sex slave?" "Yes and no. you will do everything and anything that is asked of you." Other things? "Like clean your toilets," I asked. He chucked lowering his head to my level whispering, "Cleaning my toilets to worshipping my dick, everything." I took a step back from him, I need time to understand all of this.

"Tyson, you think you have what it takes to ship women?" "Why do you call them women? They aren't even that. They are our slaves, servants, the only thing they are good for is to serve you and spread their legs." I said while my throat burned with vomit. They all laughed while one guy commented, "I think he will fit right in."