Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

he drawled, like this was some sort of business deal instead of my entire life being sold off. I ignored him, lips pressed into a thin line, but the silence only seemed to amuse him more. His mouth curved wider, slow and cruel, like he enjoyed the taste of my dread. “Don’t sulk, little menace. You should be honored. Out of all the worthless wolves, I chose you.” Honored? I wanted to laugh in his face. Instead, my nails dug crescents into the paper, the words Omega Slave blurring under my grip. “Why’d I want to be your slave?” I asked, finally finding my voice.

Clive and Celeste exchanged glances as they can hear each other's breathing. "Clive, don't be too formal. It's still me." Celeste mockingly opened the conversation and gave Clive a clean towel to dry himself. Clive started wiping drops of sweat in his forehead. "Is it ok to use your bathroom? I would like to remove my shirt and wipe my sweat off." "Don't be silly. You can always take off your clothes in front of me. I've seen them all, remember?" Celeste smiled with sinister in her eyes.

I asked. "The March of Dimes," she replied. I wrote the name on her paper sack and began the auction. "Lisa and gentlemen, up for auction tonight is a new slave, just enslaved a week ago tomorrow morning. But she is not an inexperienced slave anymore, people. In that short week, she's gained a vast amount of experience. She has sucked a covey of cocks, licked a plethora of pussy and pleasured people with all three of her holes. Last Saturday, her Master purchased all of Trelio's for the evening. Regina's cunt was used to tip six employees at Trelio's bent over a table for their splendid service to our dinner party, one right after the other, in public, in a train."

All because of these people’s lies. I stood up slowly from the floor. “Thought you could be cheeky with us, didn’t you? Slave!” Zeke says and the others laugh with Rosey laughing the loudest. I held my tears until I got into the kitchen then let them fall, it's too much, no matter how much I try he will never be satisfied.

I shifted my gaze to the wall clock and it was just six. Daniela lead me to a large dinning hall in the servant's quarter.I never knew the number of slaves the master had were numerous.Worst part they all kept staring at me and muttering something to themselves. “Why are they staring at me like that?”I asked Daniela. “They think you are beautiful”I blushed as she said that. “Really?” “Yeah.The master might end up choosing you after all”she smiled. “Stop saying that” “Duh it’s true”

Other senses slowly returning, no longer confined to touch. "You smell of sex, slave." It was true. I reeked of sex, of pleasure pursued and realized, a locker room of sex. "Don't clean yourself off. I think you should smell of sex all day long, the scent of it lingering, reminding you of what you are, a slutty little slave." "Your slave, Master." "My slave," he agreed. "My slave, whom I love with all my heart."

Unknown POV Screams filled the air in this little torture room, as I whacked a slave across his bare body with a cane. “What’s the matter? I thought you were a man. Or is that thing between your legs nothing more than a decoration?!” I demanded, slamming the head of the cane right in his weiners, causing the slave to scream like a girl I will soon turn him to be. “P-Please… Have mercy…” he pleaded, tears streaming down his bruised face.

"And wait for a moment, there may be other things I need you to do..." Ishaq opened his mouth to reply, snapping it shut quickly as he remembered his instructions. He gave an awkward bow instead, faltering under the weight of the jug again before making his way over and relieving himself of the burden. Automatically he rolled his shoulders, cramped from tension before carefully pouring the contents shakily into the glass. Am Heh looked away, a more charitable gesture to save the new slave from making a fool of himself. He well remembered the 'amusing' tale of Thoth's new slave who dropped and spilled more than he balanced.

And Kaisa is just a coward; she always scares Brian unless someone behind her gives orders; that person is Luna Serena. "If you have eaten enough, you have to go to work; how long will you be lazy?" Kate kicked me in the leg. I didn't answer her but stood up with my hands on the tree; I won't allow myself to fall over something as small as this. Kate raised an eyebrow. "Go clean the toilet; it's foul." I grabbed my aching stomach and walked towards the restroom. It was a dormitory for thousands of enslaved people; commonly, this cleaning would be divided periodically, and there were more than ten people to clean up, but now I was alone here.

"This attic is your home from now on Venus, this is where you'll live and sleep and everything until I figure out what to do with you. Early in the morning you wake up and do your duties like a slave that your prostitute mother birthed you to be, you do your duties early in the morning and the other servants will take over the cleaning in the afternoon just so no one would see you" And ever since then, I've been a slave, toiling and working for the family, sometime when no one's in sight I sneak out and watch their visitors from the safety of my hideout. I usually wondered what people would say if they saw me but no one would ever see me,I just know that and this might the end of me after al