Elf Slave Novels & Stories

There are three ways to be a slave, to sell yourself as a slave to pay off a large debt; to be born a slave, since the children of a slave were slaves or to be a captured Elf or Feral. A human slave could win his freedom or be freed by his master, but for the Elves and Feral, gaining freedom was almost impossible, mainly because as slaves they are so useful. Although an Elven slave was extremely expensive to buy, he was equally useful, having a long life expectancy, they could serve as slaves for generations. On the other hand, Ferals were said to be the most tame slaves, after a round of lashes, any Feral smart enough would know that he must behave properly.

I whispered, shaky, “Why me? Why are you doing this? You can’t be serious about… marrying me.” For one breath, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes. But then he shoved me back. My shoulder hit the wall. The slap came fast, sharp, ringing through the room. My cheek burned. “You should be grateful,” he said, his voice cold enough to freeze the air. “I’m elevating you from slave to wife.” My heart thrashed in my chest. His mouth curled into a cruel smile. “I’ll have my lawyer draft a contract. You’ll sign it. You’ll be my wife and my property forever.”

“Ohhh she’s rather pretty looking. Look at this hair and those eyes of hers. Lovely, isn’t she, boys?” The other eagles were all snickering with laughter. Elva walked over to Weather. “She was once sold as a slave, she had many experience with man. Or rather,” she leaned into Weather, “many men.” Weather’s eyes widened with shock. “It was you,” she was trying to say through her covered mouth. “You sold me to those bastards!” Elva laughed with victory. “Yes, it was me. I sold you to them.” Horror struck Weather’s face.

Grayson rebuked her. “No,” I shook my head and held their hands. “I don't want to tell him,” I said weakly. “Then what do you want to do?” Grayson asked. “I want to beg him to let me go,” I said slowly. “Lily! The only way you can be free is if you are in the grave!” Clara cried. “No, there is one other way,” Grayson said, turning to look at Clara. “If the master freely sets the servant or slave free, then that slave is free forever. But if the freed slave is captured again, the slave will either be killed or retained for life.”

"However... uhh" "Oh yes, my Lord, they're not like the Elves you're seeing similar to Legolas. Those kinds of house-elves serve this kingdom, transatlantic slavery. They came from the land of Darkvenilland, were evil's descendants, and they're rescued there in the hopes of giving them good working conditions, meaning they'll get paid and won't be mistreated..." "Oh no, you must not do that to them. They are also live creatures who suffer. We must treat everyone equally here and..."

He saw that his proximity affected her so he returned to the small couch, crossing his legs in front of him, urging her to speak with a quirk of his brow. "It's a house where the slave masters sell and buy slaves. It's a dangerous place, especially for the female slaves. They are treated like animals. The slave masters have full control over their bodies and will do anything to them. Some are...raped every day. The male slaves are usually used in heavy-duty work. They don't seem to be treated any better either..." Rome winced mentally at the toneless way she spoke about it. "That was where–" Elora hesitated and swallowed. "That's all I know, Your Majesty. It's a terrible place."

He was very nice, he wedded black people as well. At church the white would seat on their side and the slaves on their side. Slaves from other ranches, plantations would be able to meet and converse. Slave owners thought this was a good thing so their slaves could mate like animals and they would have an addition to their slaves which meant money. I was happy I had not seen Elliot, I wouldn't be able to face him knowing exactly what I went up to with my Master. I hated myself for it. I felt like the dirtiest harlot there is.

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.

Those who did not have any valuables, resorted to begging. As soon as the villager were not able to pay, Felipe started to order extreme measures. He gave the mercenaries power to beat the villagers into paying. If they cannot pay, he would take their daughters as maids or their sons as soldiers. Of course he would not pay them salaries, these children would become debt slaves – working all their lives without getting paid. It is from among these debt slaves that Felipe would find his future wife. She was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen and despite their great difference in age, he still took the girl as his personal maid.

The elf grimaced when her fall only exaggerate her wounds and they bled. "Hey, get up!" Lord Leteas yanked her hair, showing off his authority. "Stop!" the masked man said. His voice tensed. Lord Leteas glanced at him. "Why, good sir?" "You're hurting her." Lord Leteas glanced at the battered-looking elf before he glanced back at the man. Then, he chuckled and replied, "Well, I'm not sure if you're aware but slaves a meant to be treated like one. Don't be too soft on them or they'll trample on you." Then, he yanked the elf's hair again, urging her to stand up.