One Piece Slave の小説・ストーリー

He pulled her closer to his face and lifted Penny on her toes. Penny gulped as fear surged in her heart. Her hands pushed him on the chest to make some distance. “Wh— what?” she asked. “You are my slave! I have bought you from a brothel, which means your body belongs to me. If anyone as much tries to come near you, I am going to crush their skulls, pulverize their bones.” There was a wild look in his eyes—with a mixture of possessiveness? His breath was hot against her face. Not able to bear the agony, he leaned in and kissed her on her lips crushing them under his force. He licked her lips.

What else is there to see? He laughs. "Observe them for a moment." I nod at him, and watch, I don't get what I am missing though. They are sat drinking, the guy is talking to someone else. "Okay, well, for one she is wearing a collar, which signified she is his. It's a form of commitment and acknowledgement that they are together. Second thing, she is a slave; hence, she isn't speaking to people. If you watch long enough she will reply only when given permission to do so. In here, she would not speak to other Masters and Mistresses without his prior permission." "Sounds like control." Not having permission to talk?

“Such a horny slave, you must know who owns you.” Chloe nodded fervently, almost trembling. “I belong to you… master… all of me… everything…” A predatory smile spread across his lips. “Good… very good. That’s it… That’s exactly how you should feel. Such a perfect little slave. So ready… so obedient… every part of you is mine, and I will make you feel it… every moment…” His teeth grazed her throat again, sharper this time, the threat of the bite lingering between them like a promise. Chloe’s head fell back against his shoulder, her body arching into his touch, breathless, “Yes, Master,” spilling from her lips.

“I thought she must be a guest or something, but then I saw her eating with the slaves.” “That is certainly not a guest,” I sniffed. “She is one of the werewolf tributes. She is a personal slave whose master has not seen fit to properly discipline her.” The guards around us grumbled. They didn’t like to hear that a werewolf slave was running around taking liberties. They understood the proper way of things. “Someone should really teach her a lesson,” I said, “but we’re all so busy here.” “We’re not busy yet,” a guard in the back said.

Then he noticed Lisa was pierced too. "My, my, my," Master said. "What have we here?" He got up to inspect us more closely, circling each one of us. "Some of our new slavery items, sir," Rhonda said as he touched her gold nipple post, making her nipple swell. "Lisa and I have pierced labia as well, Master." This caused him to kneel down and inspect our cunts more closely. I could see him lean in and it looked as though he intended to lick Lisa's pussy.

"Wait a moment, please." Slowly wind moves to Nina ears, wink! She wakes up from the faint, ten Guild members follow behind. "All of you may be curious, who is the stranger? He is my master, your grandmaster." Everyone takes heal potion, although not bleeding, the injury may have some internal wound. "Make all of this a secret, slave 1 follow me, other keep training." "Yes, miss." All of them feel excited, their grandmaster too strong, their future must be long and prosper.

Augusto smiles at the spectacle. “You think you have the right to decide?!” A blow lands on Carrie’s stomach, and then her neck is gripped with a dark force, cutting off her air as her body levitates a few inches against the wall. Everything around them becomes a thick mist, as it does every time Carla shows her true face. Augusto takes a few steps back, anticipating what’s coming. Carrie stares in horror at the being before her. “You’re a slave, my slave! Don’t forget that until the end of time, I am your master.”

Angus smiles, he places his hand on her head and says, “Do you know what a slave does?” Annalise takes a deep, calming breath before saying softly, “A slave is there to do whatever she or he is told. They are to carry out their Owner's orders without question or hesitation. No matter what the order is. A slave is to always keep their head and eyes down, showing respect to all above them.” “Good. There are clothes in the closet. I want you to find something nice and appealing to the eyes and then come out into the sitting room. You will then kneel before me again.”

My legs splayed out, one resting on the top of the couch and the other firmly planted on the floor. I slid my fingers down to my pussy. One finger entered my folds before rubbing my warm juices on my clit. My other hand went to my breast and began to massage it. “Your body is mine to do with as I please, Marissa. From now on, I will only call you Slave, because that’s what you will be.” His words ran over my body before reaching my ears, leaving heat in their wake. My cunt started to swell as I opened my eyes and stared at the man who was now my Master.

Elena smiled and nodded her head saying "it's ok, maybe it looks like that from above, as no one knows what is going on inside, so don't think much about this" "I have a question, if you were staying there only as a slave then why did you sleep with his highness?" another maid asked in confusion. Elena raised her head to look at her, and everyone is staring at Elena with questioning expressions "how can I refuse my Master, being a slave? do you think that I can do it? and moreover, he is Alpha king". Everyone nodded thier head, understanding her because they have been through the same thing.