Family Foot Slave Novels & Stories

Once they turn 18, they are molded into perfect slaves and prove to be prime candidates for a royal family. I didn’t want that kind of life for Mateo. I didn’t want that kind of life for anybody. As long as I remained alive, I was going to do everything in my power to make sure no child has to suffer like that again. Back on the slave farm, I promised the younger children that their days in chains are numbered and that there is a light at the end of the dark tunnels. I intend to prove that to them and break them free from those chains. “I brought this for you,” Marlon said, reaching into his coat and pulling out a thick book with a blue cover.

her uncle protested. “You took me in so that you could live off my inheritance. You got a free house and living expenses and shoved me to the side. You sold me as a sex slave, twice! How can you say we are family?” “I know we aren’t perfect. But we love you. We love you as if you were our own daughter,” her uncle pleaded.

Is the value of this possession more than her love? I will tell you a secret today that I have not told anyone. Have you not thought for a moment why we mistreated you and your family? We mistreated your family on the orders of your Grandfather. James ordered us to treat you and your family like animals. He ordered me to humiliate your Mother whenever we got the chance

Master’s son came to the house and we continued from where we had stopped. I had my pussy filled at all time and I was their sex slave, I got pregnant and they told me to keep the baby.

“Let's start from the reason we bought you from your parents...” She walked slowly toward me, the sharp clack of her high heels echoing through the room until she stopped just inches in front of me. “So... the truth is,” she began. “At first, we had no intention of buying a baby to make into a slave. If we wanted one, we had plenty of strong options to do the hard labor around the estate. But your father begged us. They are desperate and starving. It was the middle of winter and your family had nothing to eat. You were all living in one of the worst slum areas in the region...”

"I d-do not need that. I d-don't!" He leaned in and whispered, "Your father told me you'd be a ripe little whore begging for my dick. I'm done waiting. We took you in because you're hot. Dad and I want to breed you. One of us will be the father of your anchor baby. Don't you want to save your family?" "F-father sent me to be..." "Our whore!" Carter grinned. "He sold you to us. You're our sex slave. Even after you get your family here, you're going to be living here from now on."

“Not a single warrior has been able to best me.” “Good, then how about you become my beta?” “Are you serious?” “Dead serious. I don’t trust anymore more than you to have my back.” “I’m honored bro. I’ll be the best damn beta ever.” “Good, now lets get the rest of these packs into the 21st century. Slavery will be nonexistent within the next five years. I prefer sooner, but I know it’ll take time.” “I’ve got your back bro.” Both our parents were slaves growing up and both escaped, finding each other. Dad worked hard to get enough money to buy some land and start his own pack where slavery does not exist. His dream was to see all packs end slavery and I’ll ensure that happens.

I see it as I feel mine. I rush out of the room and barely make it to the bathroom before I spill my guts out in the toilet. My mind boggles. He said they didn't do it; he said his people never took women. They would never traffic, never enslave. He lied, I know this, I know this as I know that the mark burnt into that girl's stomach is the mark of his kind, the mark of possession, the mark of a slave. The mark of the Famiglia. I don't waste time looking at the couple. I don't waste time doing anything.

I was too young to believe that entering the estate would be the one thing that I might not be able to get out of. I was now a slave for a debt, a slave to ensure my family was safe, a slave who thought that she was to be a hero… but under the pretty dresses, the strong posture, the warm food, and roof over our heads stood one detail that one could not ignore… I had lost my freedom.

"I don't understand." "The Velucia family has owned many slaves over countless generations. I'll let you in on a secret. My own mother was a slave. She was freed by Mr. Velucia's grandmother, after many years of service. She was purchased as a childhood companion for the late Mrs. Velucia. After the madame married, she freed my mother, so that she could get the chance to know that same happiness, to find love, and to raise a family." "I never expected that people would willingly choose to free their slaves.", I say with a sniffle. "What a beautiful heart the late Mrs. Velucia had. If only it had been carried down to my master."