Ass Slave Story Novels & Stories

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

Adriana stared at her. “Slavery.” Erica continued. “We can buy our way out.” “How? Who told you that?” “I don't know how. I haven't asked yet, and the one who told me was the healer.” Adriana glanced at the place where the healer had gone. “The healer?” Erica nodded. “He was a slave?” “Yes. I think he said he spent decades as a slave.” “Wow. How can one buy their way out of slavery?” “Maybe we should ask him when he comes.”

I heard myself whispering as I dropped to my knees so fast, pain shot through them when they hit the stone floor. I pressed my forehead to the ground in the submission pose they had taught us on our first day as slaves, and my whole body shook as I waited for death. This was how slaves showed complete surrender and maybe if I made myself small enough and pathetic enough he might kill me quickly instead of slowly. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please." I babbled into the floor, tears running down my face. I knew what happened to slaves who offended important wolves and death was the kindest thing I could hope for.

They have known each other for five months, so she should be able to share her story already. “My father took a loan from a gang leader and he couldn't pay it back. The leader got mad and he came to our house. He killed my parents and younger brother then sold me into the slave trade to make his money back. From one slave trade to another, I made my way here.” Aliyah explained. Alessa stared at her surprised. She acted like nothing had happened to her despite everything she had been through. She is really strong. Alessa thought her problem was the worst but then there is Aliyah who lost her family and got sold into a slave trade.

The woman's feet gave up as she dropped onto the floor. Helen crouched down to her with tears in her eyes. "What's your name?" The woman chuckled humorlessly with tears still flowing down her cheeks, "I forgot what my name was... I was brought here when I was sixteen. Just like the other girls, even I was injected, trafficked to different countries, had different masters.. who addressed me with different names, finally I'm old now and they don't sell me anymore. Now I'm just a servant in this place... but I named myself again, I named myself as Noel, I really like that name. So now my name is Noel." The woman passed a sad smile.

Barely two days had passed and Monalisa had been asked to join the other slaves to work. She managed to pull herself together and do as she had been told but had planned to cause trouble that would make them punish her. Someone had told her a story after she started working that caught her interest and she hoped that what she had heard would be her fate. “What are you doing, are planning on getting yourself killed?” Gabby, one of the slave girls who had told her the story asked, gesturing for her with her eyes to obey the instruction of the vampire who was in command.

I began to wriggle my body fiercely, tears pouring from my eyes like a fountain, shaking my head and saying over and over in a pleading tone, "Don't! Plead with you! Master! Let me go! Master!" My body convulsed in fear and despair, and the humiliation and helplessness in my heart made me lose the last shred of dignity. At this moment, I felt unprecedented pain and humiliation, like a bird in bondage, longing for freedom but unable to escape its cage. Garyson picked up the blade and approached my pussy, irritated by my lack of cooperation, and ordered me with a frown, "Slave! Open your legs! Don't make me say it a third time!" The word "slave" haunted me. Yes, I was no longer a free woman, b

The people witnessed the depth of their love as they confessed their love not only by lips but by their shining eyes as well, many envied them, many wished to be like them and many wished the best got their king and queen. Who has ever thought, the innocent slave will become a rogue's most prized treasure, his queen? His love, his mate. His one and only. THE END. ______________________________________ next stories.

I am listening," I said, urging her to continue and, at the same time, trying to get my head straight. "Growing up, I used to work at our packhouse and use the money to support my family. One day, they got tired of me and sold me into slavery. I was trying to escape from my masters when I was captured by your pack and they brought me here," she said in a fainter voice as tears rolled down her eyes. It's so sad to know that she has gone through a whole lot of ordeals. "Are you happy here?" I asked, wiping the tears off her face with the back of my hand.

"W-What's your story?" She froze at this, the light in her eyes slowly draining. I frowned, watching her expression, "You don't have to—" "It is alright to ask. We're all slaves here. I have nothing to hide," she replied. Her eyes flashed to mine, offering me a small smile. "Slaves, yes." I confirmed, "I am a slave because my parents were rogues. Shade is a slave because she was born without a wolf despite our blood running through her veins. Half of the slaves here were either rejected, rogues or like me- but-"