Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

"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.”

"Would you want it served bare or clothed?" Ivanna felt nauseous inside her 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.

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.

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)

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.

"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.”

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