Elf Slave Novels & Stories

"As a slave, you have no room to argue with your master." I immediately bit back any possible reply I could have as Elias' words hit me. I had no room to argue with him, as I was nothing more than a slave. Right, I had once again forgotten that I wasn't truly a human here; I was just a meal source and a form of entertainment. How dare I forget? "So sorry that I said anything." I growled, getting up from Elias' bed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I will go out in the hall and wait for Zach and Nathan."

He paced slowly, voice even, almost instructive. "In our ranks, slaves are categorized by function. The highest is the personal servant, then administrative property, and below that—the blood cattle. At the bottom are the field slaves, the old and the broken, serving until their last breath. The longest any of them last is about a year... though that’s mostly because they’re ‘serving’ the overseers in other ways." His gaze flicked toward Caelum, sharp with implication. "In bed, if you’re curious." Caelum pushed himself up on his elbows despite the flare of pain that shot through his ribs. His voice was quiet but steady.

"You do not speak unless spoken to." "I am not a dog, Alexander," Elena said, her voice shaking but defiant. "And I don't care about your rules. You said you burned my business to 'liberate' me. But look at this place. This isn't liberation. It’s a mausoleum." Alexander set his fork down. The metallic clang was deafening in the silence. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "You think you were free out there? Working eighteen hours a day to pay off debts for a supply chain that was rigged against you from the start? You were a slave to a system that was going to swallow you whole. Here, you are a queen. You just have to accept the crown."

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® Evening came slowly and the day was darkening. Olive sat near the pool, hugging her legs as she watched the water. Tears left her eyes as the thoughts rushed to her. She was a Slave. Even if things turned out well for her, she's still a Slave. That pierced her heart deep and she cried silently. She wasn't poor, she wasn't a peasant. She was just like every other kid, rich and beautiful untill her father died and Willed everything to that woman.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR (24) (Lustful desires) "What do you mean by you don't touch pregnant women?" "Hey! I will double the pay" he heard her argue "Good! just kill Stephanie and you get your money" Jason froze instantly His face truned pale as he stood behind the door in shock, he was still trying to process what he just heard, his ears ach from the bad words that just poured in, things he never expected, things like this are what the average African will call an Abomination, something that should never be thought of or talked about.

“ It was the way they talked about me as if I was nothing more than an item. I was an Alpha blood, and now I had to endured this again...being a slave, u rather be chopped into pieces instead of me to have to endure *living* like that. ”Youn won't really be able to sell me for a good price at all, trust me ..“I said in a croaked voice which had been damaged by more than half an hour of crying and screaming about my predicament. ”i can't even walk,I won't fetch you a good price at all ..trust me.“I said to them and then the one that had suggested they sell me as a slave smiled. ”And you think we don't know about that?" My heart began to race as he said that to me and I shifted.

Maybe because I am too young and have never experienced such kind of things, I feel uncomfortable inside as if I have done something bad. After I take a walk in the garden, I hear someone crying when I return to my room along the hall. The voice is familiar. It is Emelia, my slave. I go directly to her room. I think although I will not comfort her, I still want to see how she is doing. But when I get near to her room, I hear her crying and other girls comforting her. So she does not need me. Yes, she never needs me. When she was chosen to be my slave, she cried loudly and wanted to see her parents instead of being happy.

"Just this once Andreios, could you not let me enjoy the little freedom granted unto us by our Master." "Is that why you pul-" "It's high time you learned your place." "I know my place and it isn't amongst slaves." "Sorry to announce this bad news, like it or not Andreios, you are a slave. " Andreios watched Elena go back to her bed and throw herself on it while muttering words under her breath. Andreios looked at her pitifully for a while before he laid back on his own bed. "Has he really become a pain?" He didn't want to hurt Elena but she always gets in his way, having almost killed her once, he seriously did not want to do that again.

Eating fish slowly because of the heat, Wilma is thinking about her future. Despite being a slave, luckily this body never received the mark to show herself as a slave. This young lady was also not a registered slave. In this world even slaves had to be registered as a slave. Slavery in this world is not illegal as long as they are registered. It was rare for a slave to be unregistered and not bear the marks of Wilma's current body.