Esclavo Novels & Stories

She was recalling the last time she had been down here, when she had been a prisoner herself. We came to the bottom of the stairs and I took the lead, passing the empty cells until I approached the one that housed the first man to have ever abused my mate. Thanatos thrashed from within my mind, begging me to give him control so he could rip this pathetic man’s throat out. Wes took one look at me and shuffled to the back wall, pressing himself against it as though he wished it would swallow him up and remove him from my sight. I stared at the pitiful excuse of a man for a minute longer, feeling my claws sharpen as I took in his sad appearance. His grey eyes were dull, matching his thinning ha

They were even standing as they were not with Jennifer. "Sorry, but I'm not like you and i will never be like you. You are a slave and that is what you will always be. Your destiny is to serve others and i can see you are fulfilling it already. You should be grateful that my dad gave you away to fulfill your destiny."

The whip cracked through the air, its leather tip biting into my flesh. I clenched my teeth, determined not to cry out. He circled me slowly, his boots scuffing against the floor. "You thought you could escape, did you?" he sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "Foolish girl. You could run from me? I am not a weak teenage boy. You are a slave and I am your master now." He leaned closer to my ear and whispered.

"Brother, Mr. Stephano has sent the details of the auction, and ummm they sell some special goods." I dropped the file in my hand, and leaned back in my swivel chair as I tapped my fountain pen rhythmically on the armrest, and smirked slightly. "What's so special about their goods?" He coughed a little. "They sell women off as slaves, and I hear they're auctioning one off tonight. She's something according to them." I stopped tapping on the chair, and frowned. "I didn't think Mr. Stephano would be that kind of person."

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.

“would you mind if I help you with some of the chores” “sire, would be mad?” I can’t stay idle. I need to be doing something. “Elena, can I tell you the reason why I am here?” “child, you are here as a mistress like every other lady before you but you are lasting longer than them” Mistress?? sharp mouthed bitch. Elena tucked back a few lose strands of her peppered hair back in the bun. “i was brought here to be a slave” “don’t tell me about whatever kinky stuff you do with sire”

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

A bump erupted on my skin and I bowed my head as I walked to my side on a shaky length. Lady Esme, or Esmeralda, was a mystery among the slaves in The Oak. None of us knew when she was brought to the estate, except perhaps the mistress herself. What we did know was that she had been there since her youth, earning the title "Lady Esme" even when she was no more a lady but an old woman; despite her humble status.

Chapter Thirty-Three Torturous hell Elena "Ahh....". I screamed and shrieked as my blind pain ripped through me, causing me to collapse weakly to my knees. Blake burst out laughing. A bitter son. "The B I just carved on your neck signifies Blake. You are now my personal slave from today henceforth". He murmured, as tears welled in my eyes, Never in a million years could I have ever believed something as horrible as this would ever happen to me.

I am disappointed in you, and I will kill you, just to show you how angry and disappointed I am. In your grave, you should be disappointed in yourself. You broke the code. You were going to kill your blood for pussy. It isn't even a fresh pussy, she have been used from the onset. She have been a slave, a whore, a bitch, a dog and you choose her". Pablo went on and on, and at some point, it was as though he wanted to cry, for his voice was a bit broken. He got up, and turned to Joan.