Ahsoka Slave Costume Novels & Stories

Again and Again. By the third clash, she adapted. Stopped running and started striking fast. She used his weight against him..Crack. He fell flat on his back. Silence swallowed the yard. A slave… beat a warrior? Interesting. Very interesting. “You win this round,” I said. “One more fight.” I turned to a guard. “Bring me Cassandra Vale.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. When Cassandra arrived, her eyes immediately found me. Then the slave. Confusion turned to anger. “Spar,” I ordered.

When they finish, guards take me to be cleaned and dressed again. This time, when they take me to the alpha king’s room, he isn’t there. They also don’t chain me, but they leave chains on the desk. The older woman comes in, she’s dressed simply, in linen pants and a tunic style top that matches. She reminds me of Jackie Kennedy, the way her black hair is swept up in dramatic volume, but neatly styled into a bob.

She asked just as her husband asked, "who's she?" "Oh! She's my...." "Slave" I quickly chipped in before he could say otherwise, he glanced at me and frowned, I wondered what answer he wanted to give them, "you seem to take good care of your slaves, the way she's dressed in such an expensive customize dress" her voice held a note that I couldn't quite figure out and her husband was staring at me as if he would rather prefer to have me for dinner and that earned him an elbow from his wife as she drags him off

A soft female voice said from nearby me. I turned to see a curly dark-haired little girl with big brown eyes and tanned skin. She reminded me a lot of me when it came to her appearance. She had a slight Hispanic accent when she spoke. Tears were filling her eyes as the small amount of food was placed in front of her by another slave, who oversaw portion control. A guard turned their head in her direction, glancing around at each slave; their eyes darkening. “Who the hell said that?” One of the guards asked.

" I like it, Little scar welcome to the family " The next morning, I'm sitting at Cesar's side in the wagon we're taking into the village. He insisted so strongly that I come with him to see his people that I just gave in to his charm. When we finally arrive in the little village of Sanko, the people rush to greet their king. Cesar's brought along Drinks of Waterfall, Three Horses, and Grey Hawk for extra protection if his back is turned. I made sure that I looked especially presentable if I were to be shown on the arm of the barbarian king. I had picked out beautifully colored silk that was like the warm sunset sky; a mixture of strawberry and sweet mango. I wear my topaz

Valassan moved again, slower now, placing the glass down. “They were like a rebellious child. Curious, but harmless.” He leaned forward, both palms on the table now. “But I believe the time has come to bring that child home again.” His suit, pitch-black and pressed to perfection, clung to his tall, lean frame. Over it, he wore a long ceremonial robe, thick and deep gray, the collar stiff, the sleeves wide. A silver chain clasped the front of the garment. His hair was iron-gray, his face angular and unreadable. Eyes dark and heavy-lidded, framed by deep lines earned from decades of negotiation.

He said deeper and more demanding. “Do it.” Laila urged. Tilting my head back I took the contents of the glass in one hard swallow. “I Alpha Colton Graham of the Twin Wolves pack claim you Amanda Heartly as my slave. I bind you to me with my blood and now you are mine.” He growled.

Alaso appeared from nowhere and she looked extremely hot in her outfit, “You can hold the speech but girls here are trained to serve men by all means. You can’t change anything. You too picked by someone and you just can’t deny that.” The outfit merely revealed her body parts, her curves were visible and any man who was come across her would fall in lust to ruin her and Akshara wondered about her outfit than replying to her explanation. Alaso in the perspective of Akshara, Alaso covered her lower part with an extremely mini skirt and the upper part of her body was covered with transparent cloth. Her neck was left bare to reveal her beauty, her hands were stuffed with gloves and she stood on

"Show me your pass from the doctor." As swiftly as a sword impales the chest, the slave brought out her pass. And after confirming she was good to go, I dug my hand into her lower body and ripped off her underwear. The fire in my eyes could melt anything that came close. Right at that moment, the trembling slave was caught in that fire. "My Chosan."

"Don't you dare claim to love the woman whose life you stole. You are only alive because our Alpha wants to see you suffer. If it were up to the pack, we’d have fed you to the forest shadows the moment you arrived." They didn't speak again. They dressed me in the bundle they had brought. It was a gown made of the finest, most translucent silk I had ever felt, the color of charcoal and ash. It was designed to be beautiful, but its purpose was cruel. The neckline dipped dangerously low, and the sides were slit up to the hip, held together by nothing but thin silver chains. It was a garment for a concubine, a plaything—a visual representation of my status as a slave.