Ahsoka Slave Costume Novels & Stories

Ashr must have known what I was thinking about because he smiled and told me I'd be fine. "You need some clothing and maybe a collar," he mumbled softly and I shook my head. Then I thought it be easier to escape with clothes instead of the stupid robe. Ashr went towards a closet and tossed me a flight uniform. It was a one piece black fabric that formed itself to one's body and not very appropriate for a male. I was desperate so I quickly pulled the fabric up my legs and zipped it up my chest. Ashr was chuckling at how absurd I looked and pulled off the shirt he was wearing and handed it to me. I thanked him as I pulled it over my head. I felt his fingers going through my hair. "We need to c

She was dressed as Princess Leia but from New Hope, so the white dress with hood. Riko had managed to get her to sit to let her put her dark locks into the two side buns. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?” she pouted. “Because Bampás had to handle some work stuff. But I’m going to get changed now. Why don’t you help Otōsan get Aiko ready,” I smiled, putting her back down. “Okay!” Saki grinned and rushed over to sit with Forrest and Aiko. Aiko was also Princess Leia, but she was dressed like her from Return of the Jedi in white pants, a khaki top, and a white vest. Forrest was presently trying to get her hair in the same style used in that movie.

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. "Who the hell is?" I thought within myself. She walked closer to me staring at me with hatred written all over face. As she came closer, the other slaves made way for her to walk along. I was too lost in my thoughts to leave the way. She got closer to me giving me a killer glare. "How dare you stand on my way?" She spoke with gritted teeth. Her words smacked me out of my thoughts, and I quickly stepped aside.

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."

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.

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.