Ass Slave Story Novels & Stories

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® Evening came slowly and the day was darkening. Olive sat near the pool, hugging her legs as she watched the water. Tears left her eyes as the thoughts rushed to her. She was a Slave. Even if things turned out well for her, she's still a Slave. That pierced her heart deep and she cried silently. She wasn't poor, she wasn't a peasant. She was just like every other kid, rich and beautiful untill her father died and Willed everything to that woman.

I’ve always hated being the center of attention. “And because of her survival, we’ve had over a year being Master and Slave. A year to grow, to learn from each other.. to become friends, to become more than friends. It is why I stand here before you all today.. because of the love I share with her.. I am here to publicly release her from being my slave.” He said. Many of the people gasped, some even growled.. but he would tolerate none of it.

his father would say. Late Mr. Alonso would repeat the same story almost every day they had the opportunity to sit and talk like father and son. It always ended on how his grandfather had been captured and was about to be sold as a slave but had an accident. The accident took the life of all the slave merchants and spared the slaves. As if it was not enough, they got attached and apprehended by another slave trader who had two doves as his pet. He never let them off his special cage except in his room. It was then Lu's great grandfather saw a man that can actually love animals like it was his wife.

“I grew up in a small village. We didn’t have much, but my parents loved me fiercely. My father was a baker, and my mother used to weave baskets to sell in the market.” As she spoke, a soft smile formed on her lips. Despite the worry in her eyes, she laughed while recounting silly stories of her childhood—how she used to steal pieces of bread from her father’s shop, how her little brother once put a frog in her bed, and how they would all gather by the fireplace during storms like this. I clung to every word, letting her stories distract me, even if only for a moment but then her words began to get dark. “As I grew older things changed in my family. My father lost everything and my brother d

I know I am again daydreaming but I love this dream. “Emelia, would you like to listen to my stories? I mean, continue that story.” I am a little surprised. I do not think this is the right time to continue with the torture story but if he wants to tell, I do not want to stop him either because I do not really have many chances to ask him to tell me his story. After all, I am only his slave and I do not have much power. I know that.

“Sorry.” “It’s okay. I don’t mind but some people do. There are lots of reasons people become slaves, and it’s rude to pry into people’s pasts. Remember, slaves don’t have a past. That’s why we only have one name. So it’s okay to talk about it if you want but you should never ask someone. For me, I was sold a few years ago. I came from a big family that have been in that little village as fishermen for generations. A few years ago, there was a really long hot summer with very little rain and then it went into the coldest winter in living memory. Still no snow though.” Nevis chuckled before continuing.

Seraphina’s POV As I waited for my meeting with the Riddle family’s leader, I couldn’t help but think back to the stories I had heard about slaves. Moonbane had never practiced slavery within our borders, but that didn’t mean I was ignorant of the world outside. Helena had told me stories—dark, unsettling ones—about the conditions that slaves endured in other parts of the world. They were property, bought and sold without a second thought. Their fates were determined not by their own choices, but by the whims of their owners.

I wondered the fact that the girl in his story was ironically me but about the boy, I just didn't understand. He told me another story again about a guy that didn't know the value of his beloved lady until after they broke up. The guy cried like a baby, asking her to come back but she refused. He then kept disturbing her until she later decided to give him a chance but on the condition he become her slave for one month. The story was so funny that I laughed like I had never laugh before. The guy, according to Steven became her slave and did practically everything she asked him to until he eventually finished his service.

said Amar, surprising Axelina who was busy with her own thoughts. “Don't call me your wife with your dirty mouth, Amar. I'm not your wife. I'm just your sex slave. I'm too high with the title of wife. I'm not that different from the bitch you usually buy with your money,” said Axelina smiling sadly. Axelina smiled bitterly lamenting her current situation. Amar felt pinched by the words that came out of Axelina's lips. Even though the reality is really like that. “Eat first! Since morning you haven't eaten anything,” said Amar.

“What the hell just happened?” Luna whispered, hugging her legs in the bathtub, the lukewarm water rippling softly around her trembling body. Her mind was in turmoil, spinning with thoughts of how slaves at other houses were treated. She had heard the horrifying stories—tales of unimaginable abuse and cruelty, of slaves broken beyond repair. She knew for certain that none of them received this kind of treatment. No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape.