Novel & Cerita Toilet Slave

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

The tiles were shiny, it could be the kind of tiles used or that the maids come in mostly every day to clean up the bathroom. Looking around the room, I never thought a day would come when I would be treated like this. I was born as a slave and I have lived as such. I had been brought into this life just to serve and never had I thought that a day would come when I was the one being served. It felt very different to me, it was really weird for me.

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

smiling Tora said immediately tapping Haya on the shoulder. "What are your rules by the way?" asked Tora curiously. "The rules he made, like I'm going to litter evéry in the morning, I'm going to clean up, it's forbidden to interfere with things that aren't his, it's forbidden to litter and so on. "said Haya. "Ah, it seems sad by his standards, it would be quite difficult for you. said Tora." "Which one, the janitor or the garbage disposal?" Haya asked.

"We’ve been here for years, doing everything perfectly. You think you can just waltz in and—" "I don’t think anything," I cut in quietly, but firmly, my hands still picking up the remnants of the shattered meal. "I know what I am." The smaller woman laughed, though there was no humor in the sound. "What you are is a problem. You’re nothing but trouble. Master may have dragged you in, but don't think for a second that means you're special. We’ve seen many girls come and go—none lasted long." “I am not a slave.” My heart clenched, but I didn’t utter a word and kept my focus on the mess in front of me. The words stung, but I couldn’t afford to react.

“ You do not want to have sex with me, right?” Cody seems confused. “ Are you insane, slave?” His words confirm my thoughts. I look him in the eye and say, “ Just because I am a slave, you have sex with me. You do not love me and you do not really want to have sex with me. I am just a toy to you, and you want to use it just because you do not want to waste it.”

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

I swallowed the whole cock again and began to move it back and forth, always using more force and also scratching the inside of his leg. It didn't take long and his body tensed up more, his taste became stronger and I knew he was about to cum, so just as the first spurt was about to come out, I pulled my mouth away and stopped all the stimulation. The slave couldn't stand it and said. "No!" The man's voice echoed. I heard my Master's laughter and I turned my face away, he moved and I got back on all fours, standing at his feet. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

I fist my palm as I try not to let it take over me. " Oh, but you are... You are a fucking slut and I ... And I am your master. Do you understand?" My voice heavy and low as I wheeze. I never believed in this shit of master and slaves. I am involved in a lot of things that are twisted , illegal, and immoral in the eyes of the general.

His thought was blank at that moment that he went through that pain of being treated and it was at that moment he realized that he did not have anyone dear to him so much, except for his mother, whom they were not that close. His thoughts wandered far and wide and for some reason surprising to him, he thought about Loretta, his slave who did this to him in the first place. Why am I thinking about that slave right now? Is it hate? What should I do to get for what she has done to me? How dare she do this to me? A mere slave? He thought in more pain as he was still being worked on by the doctor and he was now starting to zone out already, he could it bear the pain anymore and it seemed like the