Family Foot Slave Novels & Stories

"As a result, your family was bound to me and my descendants for the rest of your fucking lives. You will be my servants, do you hear me? Servants! Fucking servants!" Jeff was broken, emotionally and mentally, weighed down by his family's debt to mine. Yet, I wanted to ensure he remained under my control. I inched closer, seeing the tightening grip on my Beta. "Your family owes everything to me, Jeff. And now is the time to pay," I declared, my intentions clear.

Slade pleaded, his arrogance finally crumbling as he realized he was about to lose everything, but I just leaned back and looked at the clock on the wall. ​"We were never a family, Slade, I was a servant you used to build your dreams, and the moment you struck me was the moment you forfeited any right to speak to me about the past," I said, my phone buzzing on the table with an incoming video call from the kids.

"Please... don't do this. I’ve never... nobody has ever touched me. Please, Cassius!" "You're begging? I spent ten years begging! Every time Gideon or Draven used me as a punching bag, I begged. And you know what they said? They said a slave has no right to words. You aren't a Duke's son anymore. You’re my property. My personal toy." "Stop! It hurts! You're breaking my skin!" "Crying won't help you here. This is the first payment on a debt that can never be settled. From the moment your father’s heart stopped, you became my asset. My slave. My ghost. I am your Master now, and you will learn to obey."

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

Her unyielding mindset was admirable, but her defiance started to piss me off. “You took away my life. I was happy being a lone wolf out there. You starved me in the hellhole. I cleaned the kitchen spotless. I broke my bones, dropped my blood to the ground, and I haven’t received my prize. I don’t even have money to buy the things I want. I can’t even talk to the only family I have left—” “I am your family!” “You’re not. A family doesn’t treat a member of his family like a slave. He shouldn’t control his family to beg on her knees if she needs something. I’m not your family.”

Forcing us to bow and obey. I hold no respect or love for our royal family. People suffer while they dine on gourmet cuisine. I serve as a slave because their dysfunctional family dictates tradition.

But how was this my fault if I didn’t get anything to eat? It has been nearly a decade since my family sold me to the Vespasianis. They couldn’t cover a debt my father had made at a local casino, so they sold me as a slave to this family who was already looking forward to fresh meat to satisfy their sadistic pleasures. I can’t quite say that I’m happy that I don’t get anything to eat, but I wouldn’t want to imagine what would have happened to me if I actually developed the curves my tormentor was looking for.

I had them all memorized by head. After their piano sessions they would eat because what's a party without a big meal. They would socialize and simultaneously find slaves to make a banter about or look for a slave to be angry at. The theme never got old. It was ridiculously stupid. I found myself seeing Mr. Durham differently after all the nice things she said about him as her father. I'd say it takes a lot of guts to raise a half breed child in a society like this one. Over my dead body would I do it. I would die if shame and embarrassment. Everyone would know what.. I had been up to with Master William. I feel the slaves, I call family would be disappointed..

The previously grand and glorious Yates family from Buckwood had turned into a dilapidated family then. But the family still gathered together at this moment. “How is it? What did the Yates family from America say?” Grandma Yates swiftly asked Phoebe Yates, who just hung up on the phone. Phoebe trembled. “They agreed to help us, but on one condition. “From today onward, we would have to be the slaves of their family.” “From now on, we’ll be actual slaves for the Yates family from America.” The expressions of the family changed. “Grandma Yates, we can’t accept this offer! The Yates family from Buckwood still has some dignity left. How could we just become slaves for another family like this?”

I really want to smack his face! I tried to calm myself down. "You are my slave and so you will arrange everything here. Today, you don't have to come to the office. You will just stay at home and make it liveable." he said looking around the house. What??? Me??? I have to arrange all these??? How will I do that?? "Ok, slave. I will be leaving now. I have to go and have breakfast too. Arrange everything here and here take this money to buy all the groceries and everything else you need to make this house liveable.” he said handing me a bundle of money.