Family Foot Slave Novels & Stories

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.

“What makes you think that whore is not a gold digger too? She left the next day she got the money, and she even went out with you the day before. You brought a bracelet worth 50 million pounds for her just to have as a cuff, when are you going to grow up? You and your brother are thirty years old, you should be planning your family, not fucking a damn sex slave!” Jackson scoffed humorlessly upon listening to his father’s words. His eyes fell on his mother who hadn’t said anything after Jacob left. “Did you also agree with your husband that I should be planning my family?” His voice held contempt but also hope. Hope that their mother would have a different opinion. Hope that their mother wou

“They found his phone. He was on a call when the truck hit. With you. You distracted him. You, dirty slave girl. You almost killed my husband!” My throat closed. People in the waiting room turned to stare. I opened my mouth, but no words came. Brayden’s mother, cut in sharply. “I wonder what right you have to be here.” Her next words hit like a knife. “She’s always been bad luck. The moment she came into his life, everything went bad. Look at this mess. He should never have brought a slave girl into this family.” The word cracked something in me. Slave. Right here. In a hospital full of strangers.

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..

“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?” “Right! We’re a family of government officials! If we were to be found out doing something like this, how could we possibly remain in the government in the future?!” “Grandma Yates, please think carefully!” Grandma Yates poked her cane to the ground, then chuckled coldly. “Do you think I want this? We, the Yates family, are on our wits’ end! “It’s all because of the bastard, Mandy, that we would turn out as someone’s slaves!

She would occasionally give them food and money, but that was only a temporary solution. After one meal, these people would go back to their daily lives. They would have to fight for their master’s favor to receive food and a livable home. Luckily for the slaves that lived in her family’s home, none of them resorted to starvation and a horrible living environment. Her family was overflowing with money and her father strongly believed that even slaves should be treated well in his household.

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.

Damon said and the so-called Alfred brought out his phone, did something on it, and then kept it in his pocket. "WTF!! six million dollars!" uncle Damon yelled happily. "You can leave now!" Alfred, who hasn't spoken since they came in, finally spoke. And she must confess his voice sounded cold, very cold and it was also filled with so much authority. "Of course I will. You know she'll make a very good s***x slave!" uncle Damon said smiling and Lisa became numbed immediately at the mention of the " s**x slave ". "S***x slave?!" Lisa asked no one in particular. Her heart was beating so fast.

Evelyn’s uncle blurted out, trying to save his own skin. Zach cocked his brow. “Mmmmm, tell me about this…. debt.” Evelyn’s uncle shivered when the man behind him kicked him again. He looked around and saw that many men in black were holding guns. He dared not lie to the man in front of him. He proceeded to tell Zach about the debt with Damian and how Evelyn had become his slave pet. An evil smirk plastered Zach’s face when he heard the details. “Interesting.” He then gave his subordinate a look.