Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

I said and kiara smile and niharika laughed like a witch. "Ohh wait wait wait what did you just mention your husband *she laughed like a witch* so for your kind information let me tell you you are his slave. Just his slave whom he doesn't love but lusted more than anything. He just fucks you to overcome his stress and you have already consider him as your husband. You are a slut nandini one day he will handover you to his other servants just let him got over you. " Niharika said and my eyes just watered. I don't want to hear this but this is only truth of my life. Yes i am a sex slave.

Evelyn’s uncle blurted out, trying to save his own skin. Zach cocked his brow. “Mmmmm, tell me about this…. debt.” Evelyn’s uncle shivered when the man behind him kicked him again. He looked around and saw that many men in black were holding guns. He dared not lie to the man in front of him. He proceeded to tell Zach about the debt with Damian and how Evelyn had become his slave pet. An evil smirk plastered Zach’s face when he heard the details. “Interesting.” He then gave his subordinate a look.

“My last slave did.” “What happened to him?” she asked, perhaps unwisely. “Her,” he corrected, taking a seat on the bench and arranging his purple cloak around him as if it were his most prized possession. “I tired of the woman. Always demanding my cock.” Eithne stood her ground, attempting to ignore his deliberate crudeness, and pointed to the stewpot. “Yes, or no?” “Afterwards,” he said, adding, “if you consent to sit on my lap.”

But my ass hurt a lot and then the canal smelled so bad, like terrible. I looked at Yaya because she’s now covering her nose. The other people looked at me, and then the others were forcing themselves not to laugh. Looking at my dress that used to be pink, now it looks like it turned black...? “Do I smell so bad, Yaya Celine?” I gaze at her, blinking. Oh yeah, I smell so bad. Even my nose is hurting because of this smell. How much more of Yaya Celine? “No, you smell so good even though you fell in the canal, Senorita.” I can’t help my smirk. I know she’s lying. I can see in her eyes. Do people still smell good after falling into a canal?

My face pales instantly and I feel my stomach churn in fear. " I Am Sorry " I believe him. I stop acting like a child and sit down in the chair. I nod breathlessly. As he calms, I watch the fire go right out of his big brown eyes to watch as the soothing waves roll in. He is right i am just a Slave , A whore to him but still he listen to my loud talk. He could just rape me and throw me for his men to take advantage or worst but he is tolerating my behavior. He dips two fingers into the blood and begins to paint on my face. I let him. I close my eyes as he swirls his wet fingers

He got turned on just by watching her touch herself sensually. A soft moan escaped from his lips, but not loud enough for Adena to hear. His manhood was growing in size, just by watching his slave take a bath. He never thought he would lust after his slave like this. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful slave he had ever had, with defined curves. He watched as she ran her fingers through her hair, then caressed her n!pples and how she let the shower pour on her wounded back. "F*ck" he breathed out. He was turning her on so bad that he almost lost control. He wanted to pounce on her inside the shower, right there. But he wasn't going to let himself stoop that low, she was a slave.

It just happened slipping on my mind and when I went back, memories I shared with him came back. "Yes..." "You should bring us there, Raviora! Who knows? It might be small or some cockroaches are roaming around. Ew!" Tori said meticulously. Oh dear... it's the opposite! I chuckled hysterically before glancing at Maxwell's table. "U-Uh. It's still dirty..." Kia grinned widely, "Really? We can help you clean it!" My head started to ache. I'm not good at lying but I'm trying my best to cover things up.

He grins, shaking his head. “Pathetic.” I don’t answer. I don’t trust myself to. Instead, I storm away, heading for my chambers. For a long time, I sit in the darkness, my fingers curled into fists, then I hear my stomach rumble. I haven’t eaten for a while now. Not because of distrust if the slave wanted me dead, she would’ve done it already but because the idea of consuming anything made by her hands feels like submitting. I refuse, but now, my body has had enough of my stubbornness.

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.