Novel & Cerita Dom Slave

"The second most dangerous thing a slave can do is to fall for her Master. The first and foremost is getting pregnant for her Master." Danika felt a huge wave of dizziness swam her. Kamara's hand was around her immediately, steadying her. "Oh, Heavens..." She felt cold on the inside. She has always known that, but hearing Kamara say it out loud reminded her of how dangerous a land she is threading.

Every second that passes makes me want to be with him. Then he went into the bedroom that night and smiled at me. "Hey man, it's not easy today. I have a duty to supervise the slaves and it's very difficult." I was finally happy when he started talking to me. "Looks like you don't need to worry as I have made Henry head of the male slaves and I intend to have Nessa be the head of the female slaves." "Looks like he's got the idea." He took off his clothes and got into bed. "You owe me one thing, I beg you to keep your promise."

She wept lowly knowing she would be the one to face her husband's punishment as Master Damien never punished his offenders. He slew them and their family become his slaves and serve him. If you are lucky enough to attract him, you would be turned into his sex slave. But in her case, she already knew he does not sleep with married women so her punishment would be to work in the farmlands day and night with little food. If you were lucky enough, you would survive but if you were not, you die and your dead body would be thrown into the blood river. Master Damien stepped into the room and glanced at the woman who was tied to a poll, Such a disgrace that her stupid husband went against his words.

“I’m sorry; I don’t remember ever meeting you…” “You didn’t.”Granny shook her head, making some pure white strands of hair escape her braid. “Slaves were never allowed in front of vampire elite’s, unless it was to feed. I was a born slave. Served them for over forty years until I was no longer pretty enough to drink from.”

Dominic sat across from me on the couch. “Well, what did you find?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. He exhaled, leaning forward. “Apparently, what the healer girl said was true.” I raised a brow. “And?” Dominic’s tone dropped, serious. “It’s worse than we thought. Initially, we assumed the slaves were just brought in and dispersed for labour, maybe at the pack house or elsewhere. But it’s not. They’re being put through hard labour, beaten, underfed… and recently, sex work has been introduced. Girls are being sold to rich clients, even people from other packs, and the people in charge are making money off it.”

But Dominic ripped the sheet away with a swift motion, his grasp firm and unyielding as he exposed her vulnerability. "You have no right to hide yourself from me," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You know what you are to me now—my property, my possession, my slave." Valerie's tears fell like autumn rain as Dominic's fingers clutched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze that burned with contempt. "Slave," he spat, the word echoing through the room like a curse. "Just a slave for me, bound to obey my every command." His words cut deep, piercing her heart like a dagger and leaving her gasping for air.

"I had a big lump in my throat. I'd seen how much they cared for one another and I'd grown close to Chantelle in the three weeks I spent with her, fucking her, fucking this Joe guy with her. But I knew Marcia, too. Knew her before I met Chantelle. Liked her, liked Sam. It was all a fucking mess. Chantelle's almost gone when Marcia calls out to her that Chantelle hasn't been dismissed by all the Dominants yet, which was strictly true, because Marcia wasn't in slave mode, which on the Estate means you're a Master or Mistress. There's only two classes of people here, slaves and Doms. "So, Chantelle drags herself back dreading this moment. She kneels again and asks what a slave can do for her, a

He groaned at last. Meridith wasn't understanding any of these at all. And when did Daisy go from being his slave to "Daisy"? She lost it. "But she is a slave. She's filthy. She's garbage. She has become a slave, that is what she is. She is not privileged anymore. She has lost that status when she became a slave" Damon stiffened. He raised his head and Gabe her his attention for a full minute, "I was a puppet for thirteen years. Does it means I am not royalty in your eyes, Meridith?"