Three Sex Slaves - Complete Series Bundle 1-12

Contains stories from Three sex slaves part 1 - 12

They came as thieves; they became three sex slaves. Each one is different: one submits immediately, the second fights until the very end, and the third gradually becomes the perfect whore for her master. Their virginity, all their holes, their bodies and minds, belong to their master and serve only for his pleasure. Their transformation is gradual, yet absolute. In the end, three perfect sex slaves will remain.

Tags - BDSM & Power Dynamics, Rape, Slave, Sex slave, Spanking / Punishment, Bondage, Humiliation & Domination, Virgin & Defloration, Vaginal / Oral/ Anal sex, Creampie, Dehumanization / Objectification, Medical play, Body modification, Cunnilingus,  Lesbian

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That damned creaking ripped me from my sleep. Fuck, what is it this time? Bugs in the walls? My mother's old house was full of sounds, but this sounded different. Something was shuffling around downstairs.

I peeled my eyes open and the darkness in the bedroom was thick as tar. I just listened for a moment, my heart starting to pound a little faster. No, this wasn't rats.

I slid out of bed, bare feet on the cold floorboards. Instinctively, I fumbled for the nightstand. The cool steel of my nine-mil felt reassuring in my palm. I pulled it from the drawer along with a magazine and silently slid it in. Only in my shorts, with the pistol in my hand, I crept to the bedroom door. Adrenaline was already pulsing in my veins. Whoever the fuck was breaking in here was going to regret it. This house was mine now, and I wasn't the type to welcome uninvited guests with open arms.

I slowly turned the handle and opened the door just a crack. The light from the hallway was faint, just the moonlight filtering through the windows on the staircase. The sounds were coming from the living room. I stepped carefully on the creaking stairs, every muscle in my body tense. My weight, all one hundred and twenty-five kilos of it, isn't exactly built for silent creeping, but I tried. My broad shoulders almost kept me from getting through the narrow staircase; I felt like a bear in a henhouse.

When I reached the last step, I peeked around the corner. And there they were. Three of them. All in dark clothes, with balaclavas on their heads. One of them was just trying to pry open the lock on my mother's old display cabinet. So these were the night visitors. Petty thieves. Anger rose in me like bile.

"Don't even move, you bastards!" my voice thundered through the space. They flinched in surprise. The one by the cabinet dropped his crowbar, which landed on the wooden floor with a clatter. The other two froze on the spot. The pistol in my hand was aimed right at them.

"Hands up where I can see them! And turn around slowly!" I commanded. They obeyed, though you could see their knees were shaking. Their hands slowly rose into the air and they turned to face me. Through the eyeholes in the balaclavas, I could only see their terrified eyes.

"Masks off! Now!" I barked the commands. The one closest to me hesitated, which brought me to a boiling point. "I said off, fucker, or I'll put another hole in your head!" I aimed directly between his eyes. That convinced him, and he quickly pulled off the balaclava.

And my jaw almost dropped. Underneath the black fabric, it wasn't the face of some hardened scumbag that was revealed, but a young woman's face. A brunette, with dark, now terrified eyes, a little tanned. In my shock, I almost forgot about the other two; my world for a moment narrowed to just her.

"You two as well!" I hissed through my teeth, nodding my head toward the others. The second one also pulled off her balaclava. A redhead, tall, with emerald-green eyes that pierced me with defiance, even though the fear in them was clearly readable. It was she who spoke, her voice trembling, but she tried to sound firm.

"We didn't want... we just..."

"Quiet!" I cut her off. "The third one!" I focused on the last figure, who was cowering behind the others like a shadow. Slowly, almost painfully, she removed her mask, as if afraid to reveal her true face. When she finally did, a petite blonde was standing there. Large blue eyes, almost childlike, full of panic and tears that were rolling down her cheeks. She was the smallest of them and looked the most vulnerable.

Three. Three young women, I doubt they were older than twenty. I was standing there in my shorts, a loaded weapon in my hand, and looking at them. The anger began to recede, replaced by something else. Surprise. And then... then an idea began to form in my head. A cold, calculating, and fucking exciting idea.

"We... we thought... that just some old lady lived here," the brunette, Mia, as I would later find out, stammered. Her voice was thin and full of fear. "No one has been here for a long time, the house looked abandoned."

"Yes, we thought it was empty," the redhead, Claire, as I would also later find out, the more dominant one, added, although her voice sounded much less confident now. "We didn't want to hurt anyone, we just... we needed..." She searched for the words, but I cut her off.

"You needed what? To rob a defenseless old woman?" my voice was cold as ice on this early Saturday morning. They didn't know that the "old woman," my mother, had been rotting in the ground for a couple of weeks and I had only moved in a few days ago to get her things in order. How ironic. They wanted to rob a corpse and ran into me instead.

The little blonde, named Sarah, just sobbed desperately, covering her face with her hands. Her large blue eyes, now red from crying, looked at me pleadingly from between her fingers. "Please sir, let us go," she whispered through her tears, her voice almost unintelligible. "We'll never do it again. We swear."

Let them go? I looked at them. Three young bodies, firm and supple, as could be seen under their thin dark clothing. The fear in their eyes was almost palpable. And I held the power in my hands. Absolute power. Probably no one knew they were here. No one would look for them here, in this secluded place, kilometers from the city.

A smile slowly spread across my face, but it wasn't a pleasant smile. It was the smile of a predator that has just cornered its prey.

"Please," the redhead Claire repeated, her green eyes fixed on me, trying to hold on to the last remnants of her defiance, but it was futile. "We'll do anything."

"Anything, you say?" I repeated slowly, savoring the word. I looked at Mia, whose lips were trembling, then at the tearful Sarah, and finally back at Claire. The idea that had only flashed through my head before now took on sharp, uncompromising outlines.