Feet Slave Novels & Stories

Where I had a life with Angus. My body is all wet and I shiver with cold. I tried to roll to the other side when I felt it. A splash of cold water. I winced. It is morning already. It was the habit of the slave warders to splash the slaves with water every morning. We would rise at the early morning, shackled and matched to the farm or plantation, and sometimes to the market for sale.

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

Strangers made me afraid until in the latter, I became competitive. If I was born a slave, then I will be the greatest slave of all! There were other slaves in one master where I belong. The tasks were often too much for me. I struggle to be enthusiastic and dedicated to feeding the flocks, grooming the beasts, cleansing the mansion, and lifting weighty gallons with little food on my plate every single day.

Since she was thirteen years old, I'd kept her, and she was more than just a pet to me; she was my closest friend. As he continued, he moved to sit cross-legged on the floor. "You see," he said, "when slaves reach the age of twenty-eight, our regulations stipulate that they must be disposed of in one of two ways." They are either delivered to a facility where they will be bled to death, and their blood will be added to our supply, or they are transported to a breeding clinic where they will be artificially inseminated an excessive number of times until they are unable to have children.

He returned to the stage. "I told her we might have to do it longer. The ceremony was taking longer than I thought it would. She was ready to scream." He chuckled. We'd both cum twice already. It didn't take slaves long to cum. "Zoe, please shred their old slave agreements," Master said. We looked at each other as the paper shredder turned them into mulch. Master then took our cuffs and fastened them to the chains above our heads and our feet parted by spreader bars much as Cindy's had been though our arms weren't spread out.

Serena promised, tearing up. She still can't believe the words he told her a few minutes ago. He is removing the slave title from her. That means she will no longer be his slave. That means she won't be called his foot match like she was called earlier. It made her so excited, so so grateful to him. It takes ages for a king to do that to his slave. Kings that even do that do it out of pity and satisfaction. They do it when they are sure that their slaves have served them well.

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

She picked up her plate of porridge and poured it on her chest. "Ah!" Nina gasped, rushing up to her feet. "What?" Stacey smiled evilly. "Little witch! What really have you right to sit on this table and eat? The last time I checked....you were nothing but a slave! And where are slaves supposed to be before they eat? Somewhere that suits their place fool!" Stacey yelled at her. Nina's eyes filled with tears. Of course she was nothing but a slave. Nina turned and ran back upstairs, covering her mouth.

"Father, shall we help him? He looks very pitiful." Fane raised his eyebrows; the person was indeed quite pitiful. However, Fane was unwilling to bring them back. After all, it would cause him trouble to bring the slave back with him. He simply took out ten lower-grade spirited crystals and placed them in front of the slave. "Take these ten lower-grade spirited crystals and leave. You can go to the countryside or wherever you want. You’ll only end up dead if you continue to stay here." The slave’s eyes widened as they then glanced at Fane gratefully. They did not continue to pester him and only bowed deeply at Fane before they stumbled away with the ten lower-grade spirited crystals.