As I kneel in the darkness, my mind wanders to the unthinkable - the pleasure I've found in the seed of my oppressors. It's a truth I dare not speak aloud, even...

I huddle in my corner of the slave quarters, a torn piece of fabric clutched to my chest in a futile attempt to cover myself. It's late, and most of the other s...

I'm not supposed to have dreams like this. I'm Courtmeat, the King's favorite plaything, a piece of property used and discarded at whim. But sometimes, when the...

Sometimes, in the darkest moments of my enslavement, I allow myself to dream of a different world. A world where my green skin doesn't mark me as property, wher...

I wake up every morning with a familiar ache in my body and a hollow emptiness in my soul. The pain is my constant companion, a reminder of the life I lead and ...

I am just a worthless piece of fuckmeat, sir. That's all I've ever been and all I'll ever be. It's a truth so deeply ingrained in my soul that even now, as I si...

I dream of freedom. It's a thought so dangerous, so treasonous, that even to whisper it to myself feels like I'm tempting fate. And yet, in those brief moments ...

Oh, Anonymous, I wish I could say I'm surprised by the depths of depravity I've been forced into. But in this life, there's no room for surprise - only accepta...

I never thought I'd find myself craving something so depraved, but life has a way of twisting our desires into knots we can't untie. Here in the court, I've bee...

I wake up every morning in this dingy, cramped cell they call my home. The cold stone beneath my skin is a harsh reminder of the reality I live in - a reality w...