Diaper Slave の小説・ストーリー

he half yelled again "Apologies if I Infuriated you. Am just stating the fact that a sèx slave doesn't have a right over a child. You've already said it,once I give birth I'll leave. And I have no problem with that. After all I don't want a thing;Am a slave, not a person anymore but an asset,a property. That can and will be used as the owner please. Once more I apologise for_" "Melanie stop!" he yelled breaking her little speech

Slavery is always a slave, no matter how high a rank is, it can't be obscured. Clause Chen was so angry that he broke all the furniture in the room. Deadly! It didn't want to suffer this, didn't want to be controlled like a puppet anymore. His hands were just clean again and now he has to continue to dye those dirty things again? It doesn't agree, really doesn't agree. "Number 037...." "Fuck off!!!" "Calm down, it's not right for you to stay like this."

All I do every day is to watch other sleep while I sit up all night restless. * * The slave worked on my erected huge d*ck with her cold long tongue. She was sucking on it like her life depended on it, while I watched her emotionlessly. Madison was still lying on the couch unconsciously. Her presence doesn't stop me from getting whatever pleasure I want.

he said coldly. Right. I am not a mate to him. I am his slave. Unlike other mate partners, they have a choice whether to give in to the effects of their mate bond and let each other treasure the pleasurable experience. But to someone like me who is treated and acknowledged as a slave, whether it is because of the mate bond or not, I do not have the right to say no to him. I gulped. Slowly, my hands reach for the strap of my dress. I gently remove them and let them fall in the sides of my arms.

“Yes he came over to Silverline Pack and that was the auction day we were flogged and starved by our previous owners. My body was filled with sores and marks but he didn’t care even when we were regarded as not the best slaves he still bought us. He took us back to this Pack and had his healers heal our wounds, feed and clothe us. I thought he was just like the rest of the Alpha’s who would hurt us and use us for pleasures but I’ve never heard he touched anyone or punished anyone. We work, get fed, clothes and provide for our needs.” “What’s your name?” “D-Diana, that's what my relative called me, my mother named me shortly before she passed on.” She wiped a tear. “Do you have dreams? Things

The journey blurs together, but by the time we reach the Nythera stronghold, I am certain of one thing, I would rather die than live as a slave. The slaves are lined up before a stone platform. At its center, a man stands draped in a blood-red cloak, watching. It does not take long to guess who he is. General Elowen. I have heard stories of him, the ruthless Delta of Nythera. One by one, the slaves are assigned to different roles, kitchen workers, stable hands…….. Then, it gets to my turn. A soldier grabs me by the arm forcing me forward. "She’s the Alpha’s daughter," he mutters, filled with disdain. "A waste of breath."

Elaine had been too busy lately, to the point of neglecting her son a little. Reece Qin is three years old, very smart and sensible, never wants to trouble his mother. Because he was premature, he was lighter and thinner than other children, and his health was also worse. However, Reece did not have the slightest childish indulgence. His maturity when sick made people love him even more.

JULIETTE I had never in my years of living imagined what it would truly feel like to be a slave. Not just being given off as collateral, or meeting a Psycho Alpha that craves to see you break, and beg for mercy. Not those kinds of slave treatments. No. It was the kind that Darius subjected me to for seven long days. It was the unyielding links of large, heavy, and thick cold metal locked around my legs and arms, and then tightly secured to the walls of his chambers displaying me off like an animal.

Collared, branded, leaking his cum, eyes empty but desperate for him. “You’re my collection,” he said, stroking their hair one by one. “My personal sluts. You sleep in my bed. You carry my kids. You spread your legs the second I want. No more old lives. This is it.” He pulled them close on the floor around his chair. All three curled against him, kissing his cock softly, whispering “thank you” like trained pets. Julian leaned back, satisfied. The underground facility had three new perfect slaves. And he was already thinking about the next batch.