Abdl Slave Novels & Stories

Only my pet was worthy of my limited mercy, not this slave. "Master... a slave ran away," she finally managed to stammer, tears streaming down her face. My rage intensified; if a slave escaped, they could reveal our secrets to the authorities. Another servant would likely die today, but I couldn't understand why she was crying instead of sending guards to eliminate the escapee. Sensing my confusion, she swallowed hard and continued, "Allison, Master... she has escaped."

Sarah: But, if you like, I can tell you about how I felt. Darleen: Yes, please! We’re all wondering it. Sarah: To see people, humans and werewolves—please don’t ask for details—being degraded like that, to see people just like you and me being treated as property, it was abhorrent. Darleen: You’re talking about the slaves. Sarah: Please, I have to ask you not to call the people I saw slaves. That suggests they really were property, or something allowable under certain circumstances. These were human captives, kidnapped and being held very much against their will.

“She is‌ a str‍ay. A c⁠ommo‍n, unranked Ome‌ga sla‌ve‌ named R‍hea⁠ who‍ escaped my es‍tate three years ago after biting o‍ff‍‌ th‍e t‍humb o‌f my c‌‍hie‌f⁠ ov‍e‌rsee‍r.” A collective g⁠asp echoed‌ through the remaining el⁠de⁠rs. “‌A slave?” Eld‌er Tobias breathed, h‌is⁠ ey‍es turni‍⁠ng to m⁠e⁠ in⁠ horro⁠r and‍ disbelie‌f. “A s‌outhern runaway?⁠”

he pulled away, amusement dripping like poison in his tone as he stood tall, and proud above me. “My mate… a human slave.”

Abiola's POV Walking through the overly crowded and overly busy streets of Aberdeen, walking past people you might have passed before more than a thousand times but can't remember. Everyone too busy with either their phones or other things. I have no destination of where I'm going just decided to take a stroll and I found my self in town so I'm just walking around taking busy routes... "oops, sorry, " Someone said to me as they bumped into me

It was Master Salvador Cerberus. It felt like my soul left my body for a minute. I wished it would have happened. Death was better than being a slave for Master Adrian Cerberus. He was my worst nightmare. All my life I had prayed to God to never let me cross paths with Master Adrian Cerberus. But looks like even God did not like me. God sent Master Salvador into my house so I could be Master Adrian's slave. I just learned that my brothers sold me. I did not know what I did that made them hate me this much. Everyone knew Master Adrian and what he did to all his slaves.

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.