Feet Slave Novels & Stories

Only faint marks on her wrists. The two young men further down the line had rope belts, worn tunics, and scuffed work shoes. None of them wore metal. None of them wore collars at all. And then I noticed the other difference. Their feet were all covered. Worn boots. Loose slippers. Sturdy work shoes. Every single slave in the hall had something on their feet. Except me. I looked down. Bare skin. Bare toes. The cold stone biting into my arches. The contrast hit all at once. Dressed bodies. Shoes worn from labor. Necks bare. Hands calloused. And me:

Grayson rebuked her. “No,” I shook my head and held their hands. “I don't want to tell him,” I said weakly. “Then what do you want to do?” Grayson asked. “I want to beg him to let me go,” I said slowly. “Lily! The only way you can be free is if you are in the grave!” Clara cried. “No, there is one other way,” Grayson said, turning to look at Clara. “If the master freely sets the servant or slave free, then that slave is free forever. But if the freed slave is captured again, the slave will either be killed or retained for life.”

She furrowed his brow at what he said and asked,"what if the slave ask for his or her freedom?" "He or she will be free alongside their family but they can not live on my territory, they have to go and live as a rogue in a far distance. They will be given freedom but will be banned from ever stepping their foot on my territory," Feathers said. Celine thought that this could be a better opportunity for her to escape," whoever can dance most, right?" "Yes, whoever slave dances to my satisfaction gets an opportunity to ask whatever she so desires. Go to your room now," he ordered.

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

Eating fish slowly because of the heat, Wilma is thinking about her future. Despite being a slave, luckily this body never received the mark to show herself as a slave. This young lady was also not a registered slave. In this world even slaves had to be registered as a slave. Slavery in this world is not illegal as long as they are registered. It was rare for a slave to be unregistered and not bear the marks of Wilma's current body.

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

Fiona was all for doing anything to that pup that I wanted. “I loved seeing her cower, and tremble whenever anyone came near her. It was so easy to convince her that no one of higher rank would help her, and they all thought she was nothing. That she was dirt on the bottom of our shoes. That all she was to us was a slave. I laughed watching her make and serve us dinner, knowing she was hungry, and that she hadn’t eaten in days.

I grumbled at the sight of the dirty stables. “Yes shit,you will be cleaning a lot of shit till you run out of the energy that puts those stupid escape ideas into your head” he said, pushing an iron bucket and a shovel into my hands. “You guys have turned me into a slave , maids are better off since they get paid regardless of how little the money is…” I grumbled too annoyed to think of the consequences of my outbursts. “Trust me , slaves are used for sex services. Get to work …” he said , pointing to two soldiers on standby to come closer and keep a watch at me.

he stated. He instructed one of his men to bring in one of his sluts to teach me. She smudged her face with a disgusting thick powder and heavy makeover. “Mr. David, you called for me,” she said as she walked up to him. “Yes, I need to tame my new whore. I want her to know slaves are not permitted to defy their master. Slaves are permanently under their master’s feet, and they have no control of their lives because it belongs to their master. So, now on your knees,” he commanded her.

“ It was the way they talked about me as if I was nothing more than an item. I was an Alpha blood, and now I had to endured this again...being a slave, u rather be chopped into pieces instead of me to have to endure *living* like that. ”Youn won't really be able to sell me for a good price at all, trust me ..“I said in a croaked voice which had been damaged by more than half an hour of crying and screaming about my predicament. ”i can't even walk,I won't fetch you a good price at all ..trust me.“I said to them and then the one that had suggested they sell me as a slave smiled. ”And you think we don't know about that?" My heart began to race as he said that to me and I shifted.