Ass Slave Story Novels & Stories

Tears and sweat dropped from my face as I heard people haggling over me, pricing my freedom as though it was theirs to own. I wasn't sure I wanted this, but there was no way out. I couldn't run again. This was my final destination. "Ten thousand gold coins!" A merchant called out finally. I glanced up to see a severe-looking woman, whose face was nothing but unfriendly. And for the first time since I got to the market, it hit me that this would be my future for the rest of my life. I would die a mere slave. The woman walked towards the raised dais, shoulders raised proudly. The slave master was nearly bursting with happiness as he stretched out his hand to collect the bag of gold coins in he

None of us wanted that, so we never fought them. My body ached all over. I felt sick, weak and miserable. I almost wished I had just died on that precipice back home. I wished I wasn't saved. How much worse could my life get? Honestly, I am beginning to think that I am cursed, how can I go through this series of hell; from having an unhappy childhood where I am stuck with an evil step-mother and sister, to being wolfless since birth, to being accused of murder and now kidnapped by slave traders. When we reached the "slave harbour" as the master rider of our carriage called it. We were all told to come off the wagon and join the other slaves who were whipped and forced to join a queue.

They're scared that might happen again 10 years ago, I got kidnap and yeah, they did pay those guys who kidnapped me just to get me safely back to them. “Yeah, mommy says that Yaya Celine will come with me to watch over me,” I said, smiling at them. They nodded and opened the gate. “Senorita, I thought we were just going outside the garden. Your Mommy will scold me for this for sure.” Yaya Celine is 40 years old. She’s been working for our family for a long time. “I said that I’m going outside. You heard she agreed, didn’t you?” I asked, and she just shrugged.

I asked and for several seconds, it was silent again. “You’re lying. He told me that even though he was a slave there, he was never sexually abused, nor was he allowed to copulate with anyone. Not out of mercy but because your kind considered him too lowly to even lay with. He said it was the only thing that made his captivity bearable.”

Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

"Yes Uncle Demitri, tell me a bed-time story." He sobered and put his hands on his knees, scowling thoughtfully at the ground. "Alright," he said after a moment, "here's one. Once upon a time, there was a young slave, who didn't know her place. She was always chiding and bossing and making a nuisance of herself. One day she got herself knocked up...and then she was really intolerable." Calliope laughed and shoved his arm. "Stop it. I'm not really that bad."

she said. " i....I ran into my brother on my way out of the house but.... h...he was injured, he just told me to run and so I did I ran ,but after two days I was captured that's how I became a slave ,I have worked on farms and that's why I was always dirty, I didn't want to attract men, slaves doesn't have a choice ...finally we came here my mistress bought me for 21 silver and after that I meet you and who think now that we are together....because you are really mean "she chuckled.

Ben had been so kind to her, even saving her life in the past. "I used to be a nobody. Working in a bad place, under people who didn't care whether I lived or died. They treated me like property, only valued when useful and discarded when no longer wanted. Both my parents died when I was young." Flo began to recount her life experiences to Caroline. "I was in a small room, my hands and feet were tied. They said I was no longer useful and would be sold elsewhere. I had given up, because I was just a slave."

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses