Ahsoka Slave Costume Novels & Stories

I already know my way to the field because Lady Delia took me there the other day. I walked past some guards, and slaves who were also rushing to the field to work. They were all barefooted, but I had an animal skin sandal on my feet. Should I put this off? I looked around, and saw a very beautiful lady. She wasn't wearing a sack dress like the other slaves, instead she was dressed in an elegant dress that looked like that of a Princess who lives in a castle.

His sheets were black but were starting to go grey from being washed too many times. 'Maybe I should buy him some new ones,' she thought before inwardly scolding herself for being such a simp. She knew first-hand it was annoying to have someone simping over you. If he wanted a slave, she would stick to just following the orders... and maybe trying to make him like her as a person as opposed to a living set of fuck holes.

The jacket she was wearing was also open, and several buttons of her inner shirt had come undone, revealing her fair and smooth stomach. Her abdomen was slender and flat. Under the soft light, her skin seemed to emit a sparkling milky white glow. Dave narrowed his eyes, looking coldly at her exposed stomach, where several rather long and obvious scars were clearly visible. The scars looked like rough stitches, resembling ugly marks crawling on her skin. These scars completely ruined the beauty of her body, making her smooth stomach look somewhat terrifying and unsightly.

When Mark finds out the truth, he will hate me as much as Alpha Max hates me. "I-I d-don't have a-any." "No clothes or personal stuff?" I shake my head. As a slave, I was never allowed to keep personal things. The only belongings I have are the clothes I wear. "And your room?" Mark asks. "I-I s-sleep in t-the s-s-stables." I see Mark frowning, so I rush to say, "I-It i-is b-b-better t-than s-sleeping n-n-next t-to t-the d-dogs k-kennels."

She was dressed in a blue ball dress, her hair was gathered and pinned into a beautiful style adorned with pieces of jewelry. Her face was transformed into that of a goddess by Luciana's makeup skills and her feet were adorned with a golden shoe bought by Master Himself. Galene looked so breathtaking that her friends wondered if she was human. "Escort me Diana" Galene called out to her best friend who nodded and stood up as they both walked out of the room towards the carriage where master Damien was already seated and waiting for them. Galene climbed onto the carriage holding on to master Damien's hands to aid her.

While I was looking down, willing my tears not to surface Bethany had stepped closer to me and placed her hand in comfort on my back. “Daphne you don’t need to be embarrassed. I was a slave once too, so I understand what you’re going through right now.” Hannah’s voice was soft but sincere. I turned my head to look at her. It was hard to believe that this bouncy bundle of joy was once a slave too.

I woke up even before the sun had risen, I was sure everyone else prepared for the battle had risen. I yawned and quickly headed to my bathroom to take a bath. After I was done with my bath, I quickly got dressed for the occasion. I wore a thick layer of animal skin on my upper body and on my lower body, I wore tight jeans that would help me move more flexibly while fighting. I was ready and all I needed to do was to check if my soldiers were ready. “Aden! Aden!” I called. “Yes ma’am,” he rushed into the room and gestured a bow.

“The General says we should not kill anyone till we get to the stronghold” The cloaked figure waves his hands, and the soldier lowers his blade. I sigh in defeat, wondering why it is so hard to die. “Assemble every slave, we leave at dusk”, I hear him order and as soon as he says this, things become busy. Some soldiers transform into their wolves running to God knows where, while the others round up the slaves. My wrists burn where the silver chain bites into my skin. The Nythera wolves march me and the other survivors into their territory, their small talk and cruel laughter irritating in my ears.

I was out of line. “My apologies Alpha.” I turned my attention to the Beta who’s eyes were wide with confusion as he looked between the two of us. “Alpha?” Greyson asked before I could answer his question, this time his eyes were on his pack leader. “She’s lived here as a slave practically her whole life, this is all she knows. I told her my name was Abel.” The Alpha stated seeming frustrated, but I was so lost, none of this was making sense, I just wished they would tell me what they wanted so I could get it over with.

But it was too late. He put the coat down and started heading back out of the cloakroom, straight towards me. I looked around in a panic, trying to find somewhere to hide, then quickly ducked behind a rather large potted plant. As he emerged into the light, I could see that Ronan’s description had been very accurate. He had dark brown, almost black hair, with a striking slash of silver going down the front. He was also wearing dark camouflage combat pants and a t-shirt, and they were splattered in mud, like he’d been hiding in the bushes in the garden.