Ahsoka Slave Costume Novels & Stories

"I'm not just a nobody. I've fought for my place here, and I will continue to do so." Her laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down my spine, the chimes of her amusement hanging in the air like the ominous tolling of a funeral bell. "Have you forgotten your past? Not as a slave, but as an outcast? You can wear the crown, but it doesn't erase what you truly are."

he would not be kind and gentle as it should be. I stopped at his knees and he took a deep breath. I wasn’t wearing much, the slave collar, and a white, silk, spaghetti strap gown that was practically see-through. I was told as the king's slave that undergarments weren’t allowed.. so obviously I don’t have those either. I was surprised when the maids handed me this..I’m a slave and it’s not proper slave attire, but apparently, the King requested it.

Ares said again and I suddenly understood what he was about to do. He was going to strip me naked! Because he thought he was attracted to my body and if he sees it, that delusion would go away. I almost laughed at the stupidity. There was nothing attractive about me and he would only be disappointed if he saw my body. But then my blood ran cold. The brand! Jax's property. It laid at the bottom left of my stomach and if Ares stripped my clothing away from me, he would see it. He would instantly know that I'm Jax's slave, a property to his enemy and he would kill me immediately.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I'll just take the cab instead. He should drive you to your destination." He didn't say anything after that. I gave the driver signal to go without me while I boarded a cab to take me to the pack house. With the way things were going, it seems the alpha was suddenly growing soft for the young slave. He seemed affected but tries to hide his emotions with aggressiveness. I feel sorry for Skylar though, she has faced so much from the people around her. She was living a life she didn't deserve, forced to become what she isn't against her own will.

“Yes, my Luna.” “Good,” she smirked, still sneering at me. “You can start packing your little belongings now to make it easier for you. Oh!,” She placed her hand against her lips. “I almost forgot. You are a slave. And slaves don’t have belongings. But since this used to be my chamber, I’m willing to be generous enough to offer you those worn-out clothes of mine in the wardrobe and closet. Pack them and get ready to say your last goodbyes.” I nodded almost reluctantly.

“I just need your help. We have a cause, and you could be of good use for us.” I don’t understand how I could be of good use to him. I’m just an omega, a slave, I have no way of being able to help them. He smiles at me as he leans against the wall and says, “I’ve heard through the grapevine that you are the Renegade Packs Alpha’s slave… is that true?” I don’t answer him and when I don’t respond his smile gets wider. He says, “You’re close to the Alpha which means you can get some insider information about the pack.”

Music can be heard from the entrance of the hall, the DJ playing halloween themed songs like thriller and bury a friend while mixing it with disco tunes. Since it's Halloween, Victory had chosen to go as Queen Amidala, adopting the character's kimono-like outfit when the queen visited Senator Palpatine's apartment on Coruscant. To attain a similar look, Victory had chosen to wear a kimono, a t-shaped, wrapped front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body. The lilac outfit is made out of silk and had an intricate weave drawn onto the fabric that shimmers under the light.

The journey through the forest to town had been a nightmare. “Ahem Ahem.” The cough came from the slave girl. I looked to my right to see her frail figure trudging along weakly on the stony road. She looked at me, but averted her eyes to the ground almost immediately. There was something fearful about the gesture and I wondered if this was how all slaves were. Frail, emaciated and timid.

A scent she couldn’t name, something that sent a chill down her spine. Two slave women were already inside, emotionless. The older one held a tiny piece of fabric, a sheer, short garment that covered almost nothing. "Dress her," the handler ordered, leaving the room laughing. Selene stepped back, growling. "Over my dead body." But they grabbed her. The slaves didn’t speak. They were fast, trained. Even though Selene kicked, shoved, and bit, they forced the outfit onto her. The so-called "clothing" was an insult, a thin-strapped thong and a top that barely covered her nipples. She was practically naked. Humiliated.

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.