Elf Slave Novels & Stories

“A slave is someone who is held in forced servitude. They have little to no say over their lives and live to obey their masters” Lennox chimed in. “Considering the havoc that you have caused in our lives. It should be an honor for you to be recognized as our slave. And note that all of this isn’t a must. You can break free from this life when you return the money that you owe us and the diamond bracelet” He said with a smile on his face.

That was my reality. He finally looked my way. "You're a virgin?" I chuckled while feeling the bitterness inside. How could I chuckle at times like this? I did not also know the answer to that. "No one ever wanted an enslaved person, Your Majesty. Even if I offered my body for free, no one would ever take it. Your kind deeply hates enslaved people like me. Funny right? It only shows how desperate I am. Perhaps I was made for a second." I stepped back and wiped my lips using the back of my hand.

He then turned back around and stuttered out, "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but slaves are not allowed out past the viewing area. They are brought in and delivered from the slave garage. We never allow slave to enter or exit through the main freeman's entrance. It would be unheard of. And we never allow a slave to be present during price negotiations." The woman calmly took Angela by the hand as the turned back to the man, as she calmly stated "I am not a free man, I am a free woman. If you have your freewoman's entrance, I would like for you to show me. I have already agreed to buy her and she is staying with me. My attorney can handle all of the paperwork that I don't need to sign. There is no need t

"Your Ezra abandoned you the moment he drove away from the hospital. And now, you will pay the real price for his empire. My father is not known for his subtlety, and I hear there is a market in the Gulf that pays obscenely well for beautiful, defiant women. You are not a hostage, Davina. You are chattel. You are going to be sold as a slave to finance the total destruction of your precious Ezra De Luca." The knife pressed harder, cutting through the thin cotton shirt and drawing a bead of blood that instantly warmed the cold metal. The darkness closed in, not from sedation this time, but from absolute, paralyzing terror. A slave. My fight-or-flight response, long dormant, screamed a warning

Elizabeth brought up her hands to show me a yellowish or transparent sticky liquid. "She loves being treated like a fucking ragdoll, second, she is my contact slave," Elizabeth revealed. She scoffed at me "Are you this naive or just merely dumb?" "Are you pretending to be mean or you're just a bitch?" I replied. Elizabeth laughed cheerfully. "I like you. Not a lot of people can talk back to me the way you do," She said. "Not a lot of people grew up sheltered and spoilt," I said. "You gonna tell me what a contract slave is or not," I asked. "And keep your sticky cum finger away from me," I said.

Mason glared back at them with pure venom and disgust. “It’s him,” Daron muttered. “How did he—” Elena didn’t let him finish his statement. “Meet my new slave,” she said, stepping between us. “He was half dead at the border when I saw him. I struggled so hard to save his life.” She looked at me. “And you. Who are you? Stay away from my slave.” She yelled, pushing me back. “Slave?” I repeated, stunned. I stared at Mason. At the brand.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

“Let me tell you something, Irene. Stop thinking about when you were still a slave. You left that life eight years ago. You are no longer a slave and please stop seeing yourself as a slave,” I exhaled. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Shit, that's what I put on the application. "I was." My words are quiet. "Let's just clear something up, Elara. A servant offers their help voluntarily, and they, to some degree, get respect. They have some freedom of choice. A slave, however, is forced into it. They get no respect and have no rights. A slave is treated as property. Which were you?" His words are growled. "I-I." Shit. "Brother, maybe scaring her into answering isn't the best option." I hear Kellan laugh and his footsteps get closer.

Since everything was provided by Lord Storm 's order, she doesn't have a choice in Storm's mansion, she's just his slave and property. "Awwnn, He must be so lovely ..." A lady said, "Yes true!" Some of them chorused seems so interested in Valerie's story, their next move is to get a demartologist prescription and not use popular brands skin care. "Being loved and not having a freedom of choice is different, It's clear she's just a slave, Does slaves have options ? They just follow with whatever given to them, Meanwhile i approve every products and dresses entering the GL, That's her floor afterall she's a lowly slave." Laila said with so much disgusts in her eyes.