Ahsoka Tano Slave Novels & Stories

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.

Someone like her? She's never called anyone that; never! People had been the ones to always adore her. Too bad she's not the multi-billionaire Nina again. She's now a sex slave to a devil. "You know what to call me. Don't call me by my name again." He warned. "Ma.....master, I'm...too weak to do anything. My body aches." She finally concluded and waited for an answer. An answer that determines whether she's going to be set free from him this moment or the one that determines she's going to pass soon.

"I’m a pawn. Nothing more." "You are the heir to the Ashfang name," she countered, her voice dropping to a fierce, urgent hiss. "Even if they stripped us of our standing, even if they made us slaves in our own territory, the blood in your veins doesn't change. You are the only one left. Don’t you dare give them the satisfaction of watching you break."

“H-hi, I’m Kari…” “He’s an Aithyean and doesn’t know about slaves and stuff so be nice, okay?” The other slave spoke loudly and Kari realized that it was for the benefit of all the people sitting at the tables at the other end of the kitchen that he had been pulled past earlier without realizing.

"Haha, slaves from the Gold Desert are stupid…." "She is the slave manager at the base. If she could return to base one day, she would take them away. So they didn't dare disobey her." "I don't think she will be able to return to base. She is deceiving them!" "Those filthy whores deserve such an end. They only know how to use their dirty bodies in exchange for good treatment." “…” A lot of whispers fell into my ears. All are nasty words. I feel contempt in my heart. These people want to trample on others to regain comfort in their hearts. They were even scarier than Ashe.

she reminded me, and I nodded, offering her my solemn assurance. "I'll provide you with all their names I learned," she continued, her voice steady as she listed them off. "Luann Shawn: D3 factory manager, Marco Vanberge: D3 factory manager, Patrik Semenov: AgK32 Lab technician, Gary Whyte: Slave trader, Dwayne Olsen: Slave trader, Michelle Willowood: Slaver Trainer, Tandy Astrid: Slave Trainer, Ethan Kane: Asshole, David Grey: AgK32 Lab Manager,

TYLA'S POV I didn't know what came over me but I didn't regret what I did in the slightest. “How dare you slap me??!!" Thane bit out angrily. "How dare you call me a slave??!!! You didn't know I was a slave when you fucking made me the Luna of this pack!!! You didn't know I was a slave when you had sex with me!!!! Oh I am so sorry that you have now realized that I am a slave!!” I said.

She squirmed and groaned. "Start moving, pussy. I have one more surprise for you before we arrive at our destination." Soon after, Anaria felt only resignation and a deepening dread as they neared Gorlann's tent. Just when it seemed they were almost there, though, he abruptly changed course, tugging her by the wrist toward the downward slope just west of the tent. He led her toward a wide, flat outcropping of earth maybe a stone's throw or two from the tent. There, Anaria saw a cluster of Xokothi slaves -- those dark-skinned, naturally muscular and intelligent slaves who served as the Imperium Empire's essential bureaucrats behind the scenes. They made equally good fighters, and it was these

His eyes glowing fiery hot as he spoke, his wide huge arms flexing in the air as he huffed with pride and pure vengeance. A wounded man. I knew Tagon too well that he doesn’t make empty promises, he never lied, he was too honest to a fault. My mind's eyes took a little flashback to what it meant to be a slave, the agony, despair, the lashings, concubines and acts of pleasure slaves were subjected to no one deserves to go through so much suffering and the reason I'll fight to get it eradicated. “I’m the worst woman in history, yes! Take your anger on me and burn me to hell. Let my carcass fall on your feet but a life of slavery isn’t what I want to partake in ever again!”

She scoffed. “Listen to me.” I facepalmed. “No, you listen to me. I don't need your fucking help, okay? You can't keep using me and expect me to keep quiet about it. I am not like the other slaves. I am entitled to voice out my opinion and speak up whenever I'm wronged. You can throw me out of your pack if you're offended by my outbursts. At least, I would die a rogue and forget about this bullshit!” She exclaimed and was about to leave, but I drew her back and hugged her.