Hey Everybody,
This is an extended preview of my second eBook from the pregnancy-themed series, "Sex Slave Game Preserve," available at Lots Cave and Smashwords. Some of my titles are also at Barnes & Noble. This excerpt introduces Karova, the central character of the series.
As with all my 35+ titles, if you Private Message me here at Preggophilia, I would be happy to send you an extended preview of ANY title.
Peace out!
-- Mike Kokadjo
[align=center]Sex Slave Game Preserve #2: Pregnant For My Master’s Pleasure [/align]
[align=center]By Mike Kokadjo [/align]
[align=center]Copyright 2020 Mike Kokadjo[/align]
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[align=center]This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years old or older.[/align]
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As a willing sex slave, I recognize that my body is no longer mine to control but is a sex toy for my Master to enjoy. I implore my Master to take as many encounters as he wishes so that he may make me pregnant by shooting cum deep into my cunt, so that I may spend six months in the lower barn growing large and round before taking my place of pride in the upper barn as an object of desire to my Master and other masters. I ask that my Master repeat this process of making me enormously pregnant, full, and round to please the cocks of visiting masters as many times as my Master wishes in my allotted time at the Sex Slave Game Preserve.
[align=right]— Mawson’s “Field Guide for Sex Slaves”[/align]
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As a willing sex slave, I long to give my pregnant body to masters and especially my Master, from my seventh month to the end of my pregnancy, so that their cocks may enjoy my round, hard belly, my tight gripping asshole, and my heavy, milk-filled tits.
[align=right]— Mawson’s “Field Guide for Sex Slaves”[/align]
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... The barn that rose up before the three of them —the ebony sex slave and the two masters — was magisterial, immaculately kept, and gleaming with fresh, white paint.
It was built into a natural slope, allowing two of its several stories to be easily accessed from the dirt road they were on. A path lay to their right, circling back down and around to what Trou considered to be the basement of the barn.
The three were headed, at a speed all too fast for Trou, toward a one-story addition to the barn, jutting out of one corner. As they approached the low, smaller space, Trou could smell a wonderful mix of earth and hay.
When they entered the smaller room abutting one corner of the large barn, both Trou and the younger master were surprised by the bright light, and more surprised to see the naked, white woman squatting on the dirt floor.
This room smelled of dirt and, Trou realized after a moment, cum. It reeked of cum.
The naked white slave had her back to them: a beautiful, unmarked expanse of pale skin, a crown of straight, luxurious blonde hair down past her shoulders.
She was crouched down, one folded leg up at a sharp angle. Her thigh of her other folded leg was more or less horizontal, so her ass cheeks were up off the dirt as she struggled to steady herself on the ball of one foot, the other foot planted. Trou noticed immediately that this slave had no shackles. Her two feet were bare, and so were her ankles.
One ripe, full ass cheek — as it happened, the one nearer them — was slightly higher than the other, so both Trou and the younger master could clearly see the tube of an enema bag disappear into her.
“Master, I am thankful so much to seeing you,” the squatting slave said in an Eastern European accent, responding to their noise and genuinely brightening as she looked over her shoulder.
“I was .. honored you say ... to service guest masters short time ago, so my keeper she tidies me up. My keeper she cleanses asshole so that I take your prick, or cocks of other masters, deep into asshole without your dicks getting … dirty you say.”
They all stood, waiting awkwardly, while more of the enema bag emptied into her. She bowed her head, patient, serene, and relaxed, as the warm liquid surged into her.
Another naked sex slave, the slave’s keeper, stood beside the bag as it hung from a wall peg above the crouching slave. She gave it one last squeeze and then reached down, unceremoniously pulling the tube and its bulbous end from the slave’s asshole.
A small amount of liquid dribbled out of the willing sex slave, but then the flow stopped.
“I keep liquid in me until ordered release it. Either keeper or master. If you want for pleasuring, I offer body to pleasure, or for to pleasure other master. I service your dick and his cock with mouth, cunt, titties.” Karova pronounced the word as “tityuz.”
Saying this, she leaned forward slightly and stood slowly, revealing her enormous, bulging belly and swollen tits. She was at least seven months pregnant. A prominent, jutting belly contrasting with a sleek frame.
She leaned back to relieve some of the stiffness in her joints that set in by crouching to receive the enema. She wobbled uncertainly as she climbed onto a little platform, a sort of stage, that was built into a corner of the small calving room. Mirrors on the wall behind the stage offered her no privacy, instead revealing every part of her naked, bulging body.
“I very good at being sex slave to you, Master, you say yes? Look my smooth, round belly. Look my skin, stretched, round, big, to please cocks. I provide service your cocks with mouth, titties, and cunt. But I am keeping asshole tight. Liquid stay in me, not on your cocks,” she said in a helpful, endearing tone. Her English was a struggle, but her intent was obvious.
“Perhaps, slave, perhaps,” said the father. “You should know I have given the Sex Slave Game Preserve, and all the willing sex slaves on the Preserve, and you, to this master, my beloved son.
“This afternoon I am giving him and his former sex slave a tour of the barn. We have started here and I thought you might give his slave a little better understanding of life here on the Preserve.”
“Your son? Sex master, too! My pleasure, Master, to help his cock, too,” she said and then turned to Trou, adding, “pleasure service cocks with sexy, full body.”
The naked slave adjusted herself on the little stage, her back to the trio of mirrors behind her. She sat down, her legs now folded beneath her. The lower part of her right leg was to her side, her right ass cheek resting on her ankle. Her bent left leg was tucked under sideways, her foot pointing toward her exposed, shaven cunt. Her hugely pregnant belly rested on her left thigh and part of her foot.
The other willing sex slave, her keeper, stepped forward with an open pail. The pregnant slave gathered a small cupped hand of the liquid from the pail and began oiling herself.
As Trou watched her begin to spread the warm oil over her smooth, stretched skin, Trou also noticed the reason for the strong smell. The stage, the floor, and even the walls seemed to be splattered with cum and cum stains. Much of it was dried and flaking under the heat lamps, but several puddles still sat on the surfaces.
The pregnant slave had deliberately sat down in the pools of cum, indifferent to the humiliation.
Or, perhaps, welcoming it.
The slave rubbed the oil over her glistening, naked body until she was resplendent in oil and gleaming beneath a half-circle of heat lamps overhead.
“Original name unimportant. I unimportant comparing to needs of Master. Master of big cock name me Karova, and I am fucked and filled many times his cum. Master cum and I get big from cum so he, other masters visiting Sex Slave Game Preserve enjoy ripe, full body.
“Four trips up from lower barn. I am only for Game Preserve five years! I am used many times, lots of cocks in cunt and asshole, because I very good pleasuring masters with my big belly, big, milky tits, and open mouth for cocks. I take two cocks at once in cunt. Asshole plowed hundreds times, cocks big like Master’s huge prick. Willing sex slave of Game Preserve. My pleasure, duty to serving cocks of many masters, my body to them for their own pleasure.”
She paused a moment and replenished the oil in her hand, leaning forward slightly and reaching behind her to rub the oil over her ass cheeks. They could all see her reflected in the mirrors.
No slave at Sex Slave Game Preserve had a right to privacy. Every part of Karova was open, and visible, and vulnerable. Trou noticed a small bit of liquid pooling beneath Karova, escaping from her clenched asshole.
“After Master makes certain pregnant, running big, long, hard dick into cunt day and night, many weeks, shooting cum in cunt deep, shooting load and load and load his cum, cumming much and his powerful cum oozing to out my tight cunt, I get bigger and bigger lower barn. Wait until I am fucking ready fuck my Master and visiting masters to enjoying abuse my body.” She smiled, uncertain she had gotten her message across.
Yet a quick glance at the two masters’ cocks, from both Trou and Karova, confirmed that her message was delivered.
“Then I am here sitting by my keeper, service dicks. I am providing relief to my Master, his dick very big. I am sexy and beautiful and oiled, ready. They visit, abuse body any time, day, night. Two masters welcome, abuse me, here, now.
“Both like use me?” Karova asked. “Run dicks into cunt. dicks between tits. Slapping belly with hard dicks?”
The younger master nodded dumbly.
Karova continued. “Fuck full, bulging belly. Run dick against bulging belly. Shoot thick, hot, white cum on huge belly?”
“No, Karova,’ the Master interrupted. “I need you to understand that this sex master, my son, is now your master. He will now run the Sex Slave Game Preserve.”
“Yes, Master. He is now master. I service his big dick. He owns Karova.”
“And I want you to perform a bit for our guests. Then we will consider using you. Remember, your goal is to get precum flowing. Always remember to keep an eye on the pricks of the masters who come to abuse you.”
“Precum. Prick, cock. Flowing. Performance for new master with big dick.”
Here Karova, glistening with oil, began rubbing her huge, nearly spherical belly in languid circles. Her hands moved under her tits and across her belly, rubbing the oil in. She moved on to her massive tits, rubbing and running her hands over them, lifting them and letting them fall and slap her belly.
She leaned forward and ran her hands over her own ass cheeks, certain everyone could see her in the mirror. She ran her oiled hands down over her thighs, and up the insides of them, beneath her obscenely large belly.
Karova paused and began sliding her fingers between her cunt lips. She scooted forward and spread her legs, leaning back so her cunt was more visible. She stared, in turns, directly into the eyes of Trou’s previous master, her own Master, and Trou.
Both men reacted as Trou would expect; their cocks twitched and grew harder as they watched. Karova knew the time had come to move to her next stage of her performance.
“Masters, slave, I willing sex slave Karova, big, pregnant body. Yours to enjoy. In asshole I hold two big liquids in me, cannot fuck with asshole. Offer belly for dicks to slap, yes? Masters love slapping and smack stretched, ripe body with big dicks. Shoot big nutloads of cum my pregnant belly.
“Please, let ... me … help … you.” She had concentrated hard to get the sentence out, a line her keeper clearly had taught her and she struggled to memorize. Karova shifted, turning sideways to them and getting on all fours. Her swollen belly hung down, the flesh smooth and glistening.
“Strong dicks, masters’ big balls filled with hot cum. Use titties, wrap around beautiful, big pricks. Use mouth and throat, push dicks into. Using ... worthless ... cunt for putting of your dicks into.” Some of her words came naturally; others were still rough-edged, accented deeply by her Eastern European roots.
“I am delighting happy for servicing your dicks. How whatever you wish. Wrap belly with fishnets, fishnets you know? So tight, so tight, skin bulges through little squares, hurts very much for you pleasing. Shoot cum all over titties … tits … and belly. Squeeze, twist big tits in masters’ hands.” She turned forward and sat back on her folded legs, offering up her tits to the two masters.
“Keeper providing wire, leather, rope, chains. You binding my tits, yes, make them bulge bright color … purple. Run big cock between tied titties … tits. Karova’s tits hurt very much to please dicks. You shooting cum all over Karova’s face. I am serving, from hair for cumming on, for face for hot cum, with mouth fill with cum. You using dick between huge tits and cum all over.
“Big, round belly is for your pleasuring. Slap belly hard with dicks. Cunt is dick sleeve as long as you wanting.”
Karova stared down at the Master’s son. His cock, by turns holding steady and then twitching upward, was oozing precum in a clear, pearl-like nectar. Karova knew to move on.
“My duty is to serving masters’ dicks. Nothing too nasty, too vile, too embarrassing, I do all. Suck masters’ assholes, put small finger into cockhole. I biting and lick slave’s cunt or asshole.”
Karova appeared exhausted, driven to the limit of her words. The keeper sensed her frustration and spoke for her.
“She lives to serve,” the keeper interjected, “giving her body over to the whims and wishes of the masters who stand before her when she is on duty in this small barn. She will stay awake as long as you wish, worshiping your pricks and taking your cum in any way you want. Please, let her feel your cum inside her, and on her, and around her, so that she, and I, know she has served as you desired. Karova lives to fulfill the needs of masters.”
This is an extended preview of my second eBook from the pregnancy-themed series, "Sex Slave Game Preserve," available at Lots Cave and Smashwords. Some of my titles are also at Barnes & Noble. This excerpt introduces Karova, the central character of the series.
As with all my 35+ titles, if you Private Message me here at Preggophilia, I would be happy to send you an extended preview of ANY title.
Peace out!
-- Mike Kokadjo
[align=center]Sex Slave Game Preserve #2: Pregnant For My Master’s Pleasure [/align]
[align=center]By Mike Kokadjo [/align]
[align=center]Copyright 2020 Mike Kokadjo[/align]
[align=center] [/align]
[align=center]No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the permission in writing from the author.[/align]
[align=center] [/align]
[align=center]This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.[/align]
[align=center] [/align]
[align=center]This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years old or older.[/align]
[align=center] [/align]
[align=center]-o-[/align]
As a willing sex slave, I recognize that my body is no longer mine to control but is a sex toy for my Master to enjoy. I implore my Master to take as many encounters as he wishes so that he may make me pregnant by shooting cum deep into my cunt, so that I may spend six months in the lower barn growing large and round before taking my place of pride in the upper barn as an object of desire to my Master and other masters. I ask that my Master repeat this process of making me enormously pregnant, full, and round to please the cocks of visiting masters as many times as my Master wishes in my allotted time at the Sex Slave Game Preserve.
[align=right]— Mawson’s “Field Guide for Sex Slaves”[/align]
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As a willing sex slave, I long to give my pregnant body to masters and especially my Master, from my seventh month to the end of my pregnancy, so that their cocks may enjoy my round, hard belly, my tight gripping asshole, and my heavy, milk-filled tits.
[align=right]— Mawson’s “Field Guide for Sex Slaves”[/align]
[align=center]-o-[/align]
... The barn that rose up before the three of them —the ebony sex slave and the two masters — was magisterial, immaculately kept, and gleaming with fresh, white paint.
It was built into a natural slope, allowing two of its several stories to be easily accessed from the dirt road they were on. A path lay to their right, circling back down and around to what Trou considered to be the basement of the barn.
The three were headed, at a speed all too fast for Trou, toward a one-story addition to the barn, jutting out of one corner. As they approached the low, smaller space, Trou could smell a wonderful mix of earth and hay.
When they entered the smaller room abutting one corner of the large barn, both Trou and the younger master were surprised by the bright light, and more surprised to see the naked, white woman squatting on the dirt floor.
This room smelled of dirt and, Trou realized after a moment, cum. It reeked of cum.
The naked white slave had her back to them: a beautiful, unmarked expanse of pale skin, a crown of straight, luxurious blonde hair down past her shoulders.
She was crouched down, one folded leg up at a sharp angle. Her thigh of her other folded leg was more or less horizontal, so her ass cheeks were up off the dirt as she struggled to steady herself on the ball of one foot, the other foot planted. Trou noticed immediately that this slave had no shackles. Her two feet were bare, and so were her ankles.
One ripe, full ass cheek — as it happened, the one nearer them — was slightly higher than the other, so both Trou and the younger master could clearly see the tube of an enema bag disappear into her.
“Master, I am thankful so much to seeing you,” the squatting slave said in an Eastern European accent, responding to their noise and genuinely brightening as she looked over her shoulder.
“I was .. honored you say ... to service guest masters short time ago, so my keeper she tidies me up. My keeper she cleanses asshole so that I take your prick, or cocks of other masters, deep into asshole without your dicks getting … dirty you say.”
They all stood, waiting awkwardly, while more of the enema bag emptied into her. She bowed her head, patient, serene, and relaxed, as the warm liquid surged into her.
Another naked sex slave, the slave’s keeper, stood beside the bag as it hung from a wall peg above the crouching slave. She gave it one last squeeze and then reached down, unceremoniously pulling the tube and its bulbous end from the slave’s asshole.
A small amount of liquid dribbled out of the willing sex slave, but then the flow stopped.
“I keep liquid in me until ordered release it. Either keeper or master. If you want for pleasuring, I offer body to pleasure, or for to pleasure other master. I service your dick and his cock with mouth, cunt, titties.” Karova pronounced the word as “tityuz.”
Saying this, she leaned forward slightly and stood slowly, revealing her enormous, bulging belly and swollen tits. She was at least seven months pregnant. A prominent, jutting belly contrasting with a sleek frame.
She leaned back to relieve some of the stiffness in her joints that set in by crouching to receive the enema. She wobbled uncertainly as she climbed onto a little platform, a sort of stage, that was built into a corner of the small calving room. Mirrors on the wall behind the stage offered her no privacy, instead revealing every part of her naked, bulging body.
“I very good at being sex slave to you, Master, you say yes? Look my smooth, round belly. Look my skin, stretched, round, big, to please cocks. I provide service your cocks with mouth, titties, and cunt. But I am keeping asshole tight. Liquid stay in me, not on your cocks,” she said in a helpful, endearing tone. Her English was a struggle, but her intent was obvious.
“Perhaps, slave, perhaps,” said the father. “You should know I have given the Sex Slave Game Preserve, and all the willing sex slaves on the Preserve, and you, to this master, my beloved son.
“This afternoon I am giving him and his former sex slave a tour of the barn. We have started here and I thought you might give his slave a little better understanding of life here on the Preserve.”
“Your son? Sex master, too! My pleasure, Master, to help his cock, too,” she said and then turned to Trou, adding, “pleasure service cocks with sexy, full body.”
The naked slave adjusted herself on the little stage, her back to the trio of mirrors behind her. She sat down, her legs now folded beneath her. The lower part of her right leg was to her side, her right ass cheek resting on her ankle. Her bent left leg was tucked under sideways, her foot pointing toward her exposed, shaven cunt. Her hugely pregnant belly rested on her left thigh and part of her foot.
The other willing sex slave, her keeper, stepped forward with an open pail. The pregnant slave gathered a small cupped hand of the liquid from the pail and began oiling herself.
As Trou watched her begin to spread the warm oil over her smooth, stretched skin, Trou also noticed the reason for the strong smell. The stage, the floor, and even the walls seemed to be splattered with cum and cum stains. Much of it was dried and flaking under the heat lamps, but several puddles still sat on the surfaces.
The pregnant slave had deliberately sat down in the pools of cum, indifferent to the humiliation.
Or, perhaps, welcoming it.
The slave rubbed the oil over her glistening, naked body until she was resplendent in oil and gleaming beneath a half-circle of heat lamps overhead.
“Original name unimportant. I unimportant comparing to needs of Master. Master of big cock name me Karova, and I am fucked and filled many times his cum. Master cum and I get big from cum so he, other masters visiting Sex Slave Game Preserve enjoy ripe, full body.
“Four trips up from lower barn. I am only for Game Preserve five years! I am used many times, lots of cocks in cunt and asshole, because I very good pleasuring masters with my big belly, big, milky tits, and open mouth for cocks. I take two cocks at once in cunt. Asshole plowed hundreds times, cocks big like Master’s huge prick. Willing sex slave of Game Preserve. My pleasure, duty to serving cocks of many masters, my body to them for their own pleasure.”
She paused a moment and replenished the oil in her hand, leaning forward slightly and reaching behind her to rub the oil over her ass cheeks. They could all see her reflected in the mirrors.
No slave at Sex Slave Game Preserve had a right to privacy. Every part of Karova was open, and visible, and vulnerable. Trou noticed a small bit of liquid pooling beneath Karova, escaping from her clenched asshole.
“After Master makes certain pregnant, running big, long, hard dick into cunt day and night, many weeks, shooting cum in cunt deep, shooting load and load and load his cum, cumming much and his powerful cum oozing to out my tight cunt, I get bigger and bigger lower barn. Wait until I am fucking ready fuck my Master and visiting masters to enjoying abuse my body.” She smiled, uncertain she had gotten her message across.
Yet a quick glance at the two masters’ cocks, from both Trou and Karova, confirmed that her message was delivered.
“Then I am here sitting by my keeper, service dicks. I am providing relief to my Master, his dick very big. I am sexy and beautiful and oiled, ready. They visit, abuse body any time, day, night. Two masters welcome, abuse me, here, now.
“Both like use me?” Karova asked. “Run dicks into cunt. dicks between tits. Slapping belly with hard dicks?”
The younger master nodded dumbly.
Karova continued. “Fuck full, bulging belly. Run dick against bulging belly. Shoot thick, hot, white cum on huge belly?”
“No, Karova,’ the Master interrupted. “I need you to understand that this sex master, my son, is now your master. He will now run the Sex Slave Game Preserve.”
“Yes, Master. He is now master. I service his big dick. He owns Karova.”
“And I want you to perform a bit for our guests. Then we will consider using you. Remember, your goal is to get precum flowing. Always remember to keep an eye on the pricks of the masters who come to abuse you.”
“Precum. Prick, cock. Flowing. Performance for new master with big dick.”
Here Karova, glistening with oil, began rubbing her huge, nearly spherical belly in languid circles. Her hands moved under her tits and across her belly, rubbing the oil in. She moved on to her massive tits, rubbing and running her hands over them, lifting them and letting them fall and slap her belly.
She leaned forward and ran her hands over her own ass cheeks, certain everyone could see her in the mirror. She ran her oiled hands down over her thighs, and up the insides of them, beneath her obscenely large belly.
Karova paused and began sliding her fingers between her cunt lips. She scooted forward and spread her legs, leaning back so her cunt was more visible. She stared, in turns, directly into the eyes of Trou’s previous master, her own Master, and Trou.
Both men reacted as Trou would expect; their cocks twitched and grew harder as they watched. Karova knew the time had come to move to her next stage of her performance.
“Masters, slave, I willing sex slave Karova, big, pregnant body. Yours to enjoy. In asshole I hold two big liquids in me, cannot fuck with asshole. Offer belly for dicks to slap, yes? Masters love slapping and smack stretched, ripe body with big dicks. Shoot big nutloads of cum my pregnant belly.
“Please, let ... me … help … you.” She had concentrated hard to get the sentence out, a line her keeper clearly had taught her and she struggled to memorize. Karova shifted, turning sideways to them and getting on all fours. Her swollen belly hung down, the flesh smooth and glistening.
“Strong dicks, masters’ big balls filled with hot cum. Use titties, wrap around beautiful, big pricks. Use mouth and throat, push dicks into. Using ... worthless ... cunt for putting of your dicks into.” Some of her words came naturally; others were still rough-edged, accented deeply by her Eastern European roots.
“I am delighting happy for servicing your dicks. How whatever you wish. Wrap belly with fishnets, fishnets you know? So tight, so tight, skin bulges through little squares, hurts very much for you pleasing. Shoot cum all over titties … tits … and belly. Squeeze, twist big tits in masters’ hands.” She turned forward and sat back on her folded legs, offering up her tits to the two masters.
“Keeper providing wire, leather, rope, chains. You binding my tits, yes, make them bulge bright color … purple. Run big cock between tied titties … tits. Karova’s tits hurt very much to please dicks. You shooting cum all over Karova’s face. I am serving, from hair for cumming on, for face for hot cum, with mouth fill with cum. You using dick between huge tits and cum all over.
“Big, round belly is for your pleasuring. Slap belly hard with dicks. Cunt is dick sleeve as long as you wanting.”
Karova stared down at the Master’s son. His cock, by turns holding steady and then twitching upward, was oozing precum in a clear, pearl-like nectar. Karova knew to move on.
“My duty is to serving masters’ dicks. Nothing too nasty, too vile, too embarrassing, I do all. Suck masters’ assholes, put small finger into cockhole. I biting and lick slave’s cunt or asshole.”
Karova appeared exhausted, driven to the limit of her words. The keeper sensed her frustration and spoke for her.
“She lives to serve,” the keeper interjected, “giving her body over to the whims and wishes of the masters who stand before her when she is on duty in this small barn. She will stay awake as long as you wish, worshiping your pricks and taking your cum in any way you want. Please, let her feel your cum inside her, and on her, and around her, so that she, and I, know she has served as you desired. Karova lives to fulfill the needs of masters.”
