Novel & Cerita Toilet Slave

“They found his phone. He was on a call when the truck hit. With you. You distracted him. You, dirty slave girl. You almost killed my husband!” My throat closed. People in the waiting room turned to stare. I opened my mouth, but no words came. Brayden’s mother, cut in sharply. “I wonder what right you have to be here.” Her next words hit like a knife. “She’s always been bad luck. The moment she came into his life, everything went bad. Look at this mess. He should never have brought a slave girl into this family.” The word cracked something in me. Slave. Right here. In a hospital full of strangers.

When Julius Podrick returned to his seat, he slammed the broom down on the desk. "What the hell does this mean? Is he trying to publicly humiliate our entire department?" Caleb Wright lowered his voice. "Keep it down…" Julius' eyes reddened as the veins at his temples throbbed. "Why should I? I'm getting married in the spring. I was relying on that year-end bonus, and they handed me a broom instead?" Renold Stone kept his head lowered. His fists were clenched tight, and his shoulders trembled.

She picked up her plate of porridge and poured it on her chest. "Ah!" Nina gasped, rushing up to her feet. "What?" Stacey smiled evilly. "Little witch! What really have you right to sit on this table and eat? The last time I checked....you were nothing but a slave! And where are slaves supposed to be before they eat? Somewhere that suits their place fool!" Stacey yelled at her. Nina's eyes filled with tears. Of course she was nothing but a slave. Nina turned and ran back upstairs, covering her mouth.

The master never allowed anybody pass the night in his chambers and he had actually left the chambers for her and went into his secret room where they were sure he passed the night in. They figured the lady's womanhood must be to enjoyable to receive such treatment from the Master. They wished she wasn't the Master's slave so they could get a taste of her too but they know too well not to temper with any of the Master's s*x slaves. The last guard who had a secrete affair with one of the Master's s*x slave had his manhood cut off and hanged at the entrance of the castle for a warning to other ones. He had died from bleeding and the slave he had the affair with, killed her self before the Mast

"Less than having such in big thing as a bottle threaded in the ass, being burnt by boiling water and having glass splinters in the ass." "Err... Alex, I'm terrified! I mean, this slave is..." "That's right, you can say I to another slave," said Alex with a blink. "Did you feel humiliated in the office?" "Yes, I felt as I was an inferior being!" "Did you felt aroused?" Melissa blushed as Alex added, "You did and if John tied you, it is to stop you from masturbating!" "Why do they arouse us and forbid masturbating..." "For us to be sexually available. You must accept to be a slave, to be so inferior, humiliated and aroused most of the time. You have no choice. Or more precisely, it is what yo

they greeted in unison, their voices soft but tinged with nervous respect. The head slave stepped forward immediately, keeping her eyes on the floor as she spoke. “The slave has finished cleaning the public toilet, Miss,” she reported in a hushed tone. Flora’s gaze swept across the hall. “And where is she now?” she asked. “She’s on the second floor, but—”

I asked and for several seconds, it was silent again. “You’re lying. He told me that even though he was a slave there, he was never sexually abused, nor was he allowed to copulate with anyone. Not out of mercy but because your kind considered him too lowly to even lay with. He said it was the only thing that made his captivity bearable.”

At least, they don't torture slaves. Before Ms. Beth left, she ordered a slave to serve me a meal. She didn't complain. But once Ms. Beth was gone, she showed me the kitchen and told me to help myself. She said I was just another slave, not anyone special to get food served. She wasn't wrong. I really wasn't anyone special.

-'WOMEN' stomach as she listened to what the chief servant referred to as a dish. It was another slave being emancipated to the Youngest Master of the Breguet family as a meal. Slaves were dined as food for the nobles. They were molested and fucked, which often led to death, but the nobles never felt any concern. To them, humans were just food and sex slaves. Ivanna continued to swab the floor as she stared daggers at the young master as he walked down the stairs she just mopped. He didn't even care if it was recently wiped and stepped on with his blood-clothed shoes.

He muttered "I do not want to know the kind of image you have of me, yes, I am a rejected mate but is it my fault?, And the fact that I am a slave doesn't mean that I will stoop so low to sleep with just anyone, even if he rejected me as his mate, I am still his personal slave" Daciana poured with anger vibrating from her body. She had imagined this happening but she didn't think it will happen too soon. "Oh you mean his sex slave Luna?" Carey added, he looked around to make sure no one was near by to see him and grabbed her waist with one hand and the other firmly placed on her bare back.