Esclave Novels & Stories

If he doesn’t keep his promise then I will kill him myself, I thought ominously. Despite my ominous thoughts, I knew the Alpha was too proud to back down from a challenge even if it meant giving his youngest son away to a woman who had once been a slave. A slave who was seen as the scum of the earth, they were often harassed and beaten as those who controlled them looked down on them like simple objects, objects who were disposable, objects who they could kill if they saw fit. It was a life that I had pulled Seren from, it was an act that had forever changed her life as she was now living as a free woman.

I scan the packaging with my eyes for a moment, before looking at the words. "Micro-Claim" I read aloud. "Legally Acquired Slave Identification Device". "This is a microchip. We call them LASIDs, for short. Until recently, we used to brand slaves with a tattoo.", she begins. "But in the cases where they escaped, it was difficult to track them down. It was a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Trackers sometimes resold the slaves or held them for ransom. It often didn't end well. Zion, I mean your master's company came up with a way to both mark and track slaves, all with one device. Now, the crown issues them to registered slave holders. It's more humane, less painful, and a lot quicker than ta

Blocking her 5'2" frame from view completely. Rosy is sweet and confident, but she has never done well against bullies. And these three are the biggest bullies we have ever faced. "Elaborate, and we might come without a struggle," I say, trying to buy us time while learning as much as I can. "If we elaborate completely, you will become even more frightened, sugar, .....but..... since you asked nicely. ......There are three different slave types that you could be sold for. Sex slave, regular slave, and blood slave. For example, you are tall, beautiful, and strong. Perfect for being a sex slave or maid. Your friend is petite, timid, and beautiful. She fits with all three categories. We shall

I look at her, confused. Why is she saying sorry? She did nothing wrong. “Why are you saying--- wahh! Look Yaya Celine, there’s an Ice cream!” I pointed to the man who was selling Ice cream. “Senorita, you’re not supposed to eat outside food. Your Mommy says that you're not allowed to eat outside.” she said. “Then I’ll buy an Ice cream and eat inside so it’s not forbidden.” I giggled. “Your Mom said, all you have to eat is home-cooked or maybe cooked by professional chefs... if you want to eat Ice cream, let me tell her so she can call--“

Meera fell to the floor heavily, she was in severed pains but Alpha Kevan cared less. "Go In, clean your dirty body up, and go get me some food to eat," He ordered, not concerned if she was capable of lifting a bowl or not. Her feelings totally had nothing to do with him. Meera fought to stand up on her feet as she made her way to her tattered and abandoned apartment. She was made to live as a slave despite being the Beta’s daughter of her pack. She was treated like a commoner and a loner, she never for once experienced real love from her stepmother and her dad. All her life she had always been a sadist and the rejected child of the Beta, who had hated her existence right from her birth.

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.

"Never. When I was young, when I went across the training area, I would be chased away, later growing up, and I did not dare to come." I frowned slightly, but what Kelsey said was entirely right. The enslaved person is the lowest class, so low that there is no title for this class. They are not trained and do not participate in any pack activity. The only thing they do is submit to unconditional superiors. If the bosses notice a bit of beauty for many enslaved women, life will be better, provided the wives are not discovered. Otherwise, they will immediately be executed. Recalling last night, at midnight, Kelsey's hand suddenly tightened my clothes; her eyebrows furrowed tightly as if she wa

"Mr. and Mrs. Rivers, after a fruitful discussion last night and this morning, your daughter has consented to join my household as one of my slaves. I can use her talents in graphic design and photography for my jewelry business and as a beautiful young woman, she can also model my jewelry in catalogs and personal showings. I will give her my collar in a ceremony this morning. Adele and Dorinda are making her collar now. You are invited to attend. She'll be pierced tomorrow before she leaves. "She needs a month to put her affairs in order in North Carolina and she'll be returning permanently when they are. Since today and tomorrow morning is the last time she'll be allowed to cum until she r

KIRA Blonde hair. Sinister smile. Handsome face. Sadistic personality. Andre Castillo- member of Malvado. Andre Castillo was another name I had heard frequently at the shop. Any slave who got sold to his kingdom through ‘express delivery’ never made it out alive. His kingdom was an apparent torture centre for humans because Andre was a sadistic fuck. Express delivery was the exportation of slaves from one kingdom to the next. It was a common practice at the Pet Shop and it fetched them a lot of money.