Novel & Cerita Dom Slave

I don't know how I got so lucky, but I thank the moon goddess every day for her blessings. I was once an Omega slave, now I'm a Gamma with a wife and children, if this can happen for me it can happen for anyone. The End

VIOLET ‘ Free for claims. ’ This is a term every slave human fears significantly. It’s a term which means that the master werewolf doesn’t want their slave and anyone who wants or wins the fight can have that human - if that human survives the ferocious contest of pushing and pulling from all sides of course. It’s not like werewolves are dying to have that human as their slave who is already rejected by a master - it’s more like they enjoy the torment the human goes through.

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.

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

Each of them with their face down and their hands crossed over each other at the front. Lexi approached with calculated steps, swaying his gaze from maiden to maiden as he strolled towards me. He stopped in front of a maiden and grabbed one of her breasts. I was used to seeing him act like that. Treating women so disrespectfully as if he owned them. But was I wrong? He actually owned them. Some of us were servants while some were slaves. Slaves and servants held different meanings in Crescida. A slave is someone who is bought and made to work without any wage but a servant is one who works for his wage. So the treatment actually differs.

Before returning to the table, I requested the chef sneak some vitamins into her milk to cover all bases. To my surprise, I found Jo sitting in Deirk's lap, her body trembling as she clung to him. "Sorry," Deirk explained. "Dominic walked in, and she started... I'm not sure, panicking, I guess? This was the only thing I could think to do." I could hear the genuine concern in his voice, which was exceptionally odd. Maybe he really was starting to embrace the idea of a ward versus a slave. Jo quickly transitioned from Deirk's lap to mine as I set down the food. Across the room, Dominic was disciplining his slave loudly, his preference for public humiliation as a control method unmistakable and

Chloe Some time later... I couldn't keep working like a rat in that restaurant. I was too tired and hurt. It was then that Montana took me into his home. She was also once a slave, and knew better than anyone that I was destroyed. Of course, that didn't mean my work was over. Every now and then, I would be asked to do something. It took us a whole day and half of another day to prepare the place for the moon ceremony. Luna told me that there would be more than six hundred guests, between our pack and the neighbors, with whom we shared a peace treaty.

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

"Please... don't do this. I’ve never... nobody has ever touched me. Please, Cassius!" "You're begging? I spent ten years begging! Every time Gideon or Draven used me as a punching bag, I begged. And you know what they said? They said a slave has no right to words. You aren't a Duke's son anymore. You’re my property. My personal toy." "Stop! It hurts! You're breaking my skin!" "Crying won't help you here. This is the first payment on a debt that can never be settled. From the moment your father’s heart stopped, you became my asset. My slave. My ghost. I am your Master now, and you will learn to obey."

he stated. He instructed one of his men to bring in one of his sluts to teach me. She smudged her face with a disgusting thick powder and heavy makeover. “Mr. David, you called for me,” she said as she walked up to him. “Yes, I need to tame my new whore. I want her to know slaves are not permitted to defy their master. Slaves are permanently under their master’s feet, and they have no control of their lives because it belongs to their master. So, now on your knees,” he commanded her.