Ass Slave Story Novels & Stories

“I was so scared. I hoped you would show up at any time and rescue me by taking my place, but you didn’t. Luckily for me, the old lady at the house felt sorry for me, but her pity came too late. I had already serviced the old man for three months before she gave me an out.” “I was so broken that I didn’t think I had it in me to even try and escape. The old lady asked me if I wanted to remain a slave for the rest of my life, and she forced me to execute her plan. She had herbs that she gave me to slip into the man’s drink.”

I swallowed, recalling the memories that brought me here. "I was on my way back and almost at the border leading home when the coachman stopped. There was a severely injured man lying down on the road and we got down from the carriage to help him. Immediately we were out and got closer to him, he jumped off the road and killed the coachman. He attacked me and sold me off. The next thing I knew, I was at an auction in the utopian town. The count bought me and marked me as his slave. That was how I got here." I had no idea tears were running down my face until he placed a finger to my cheek and wiped it off gently.

Once it was out the spot of the stab wound shone a bright light for some minutes and disappeared. “That hurt miss,” he hollered while I just winked at him. "You should be grateful not to complain,” I retorted and he sneered. “You don’t fear anything do you?” he asked as he was back to his feet. “I lived 8 years as a slave and never demonstrated courtesy to my master, so this is just a little rebellion from me.” his eye ogled at me filled with curiosity and I just smiled it off. “Don't show me pity. I detest that the most,” I told him and he looked down

I raise a brow up before taking a deep breath. "I know suspision is already rising to each of everyone of you," I said. The whispers died down and now, all attention is already on me. "Slavery should not be normalize. I know some of you already know where I came from." Silence enveloped the crowd. Now, because I started this, I need to end it. "I was a slave--" "Yeah, I remember you. I wanted to buy you before. No wonder Ryler bought you for $100,000. He probably saw the beauty in you like I did!" Bruce excalaimed, cutting me off.

That’s Asher for you,he can be sometimes crazy but when it’s time to get serious he does. I’m Darrell Bingwen,I guess you know that already.I am one of the youngest successful slave merchants in Singapore and my net worth is worth billions of dollars. C͓̽H͓̽A͓̽R͓̽Y͓̽L͓̽ My whole body hurts,I can’t believe I was caned twenty times because of that witch. These past years,I served the master just to gain favor in his sight.And when I thought I could finally have him,a witch comes to steal my joy.

My once-felt pain deepens instantly as I realize there's no escape this time around. I've been branded as a slave forever, there's no going back, there's no escaping, I just have to live the rest of my life as a slave. "You have tears in your eyes now? Wanna cry? Well There's no time for that bitch let's move you've been sold already I do not want I keep your owner waiting" The more she speaks the more reality dawns on me, there's no going back from this and I can't believe I had risked it all.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

“How old is he? And where are his parents?” “Five years. His parents… died,” the old woman, a little reluctant to answer his question, sat down beside him again. “You are not from here, sir?” Isaac was adjusting his mask’s position again. “True. I came from far away. Then, is slavery also a common thing? “ The grandmother chewed her lips and nodded weakly. “Yes, sir. My son—my grandson’s dad—was forced to become a slave because he could not afford to pay for my grandson’s mother's medical bills.”

He states and I do not answer because he did not ask a question and I am hoping that he wouldn’t. “You are a human living in a pack, interesting.” He says again but I still do not answer, there is no need to. “I would like to know your story someday, Shan.” He tells me and I sighed. What story does he want to know? That I am a slave to a person I grew up calling brother or that I am an orphan with no parents? “There is no story,” I tell him then continued to walk ahead of him. “Fine, then at least have coffee with me before you leave.” He asks and I hesitate.

She spent a few days with the man that bought her. The man was a drunkard and he enjoyed beating her. She was lucky that he didn’t have an interest in kids. She had heard that slaves were easily raped, and they would spend days hating themselves. Most of those women would end their own lives after years of being abused. Those days of living with the old man was short. He had a gambling problem and soon lost all of his money. He didn’t have enough money for alcohol, so he sold her off to the slave-traders.