Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

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

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.