Feet Slave Novels & Stories

He paced slowly, voice even, almost instructive. "In our ranks, slaves are categorized by function. The highest is the personal servant, then administrative property, and below that—the blood cattle. At the bottom are the field slaves, the old and the broken, serving until their last breath. The longest any of them last is about a year... though that’s mostly because they’re ‘serving’ the overseers in other ways." His gaze flicked toward Caelum, sharp with implication. "In bed, if you’re curious." Caelum pushed himself up on his elbows despite the flare of pain that shot through his ribs. His voice was quiet but steady.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR (24) (Lustful desires) "What do you mean by you don't touch pregnant women?" "Hey! I will double the pay" he heard her argue "Good! just kill Stephanie and you get your money" Jason froze instantly His face truned pale as he stood behind the door in shock, he was still trying to process what he just heard, his ears ach from the bad words that just poured in, things he never expected, things like this are what the average African will call an Abomination, something that should never be thought of or talked about.

Her feet were bare; she had no sandals, so she walked on bare feet. By the time it was fully dawn, all the slavers were already awake; some of them didn't freshen up, and they were immediately put to work. Heavy burdens lifted on their shoulders, as they trudged from one point to another. The officers didn't fail to give the slaves their daily dose of lashes. Any crooked slave was straightened by the whip. Merlin and Joya worked side by side, a block weighing their shoulders down. "How did you get here?"

“Let me tell you something, Irene. Stop thinking about when you were still a slave. You left that life eight years ago. You are no longer a slave and please stop seeing yourself as a slave,” I exhaled. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

Imogen said cutting Carter off. Now, that caught Simon attention as he smirked. "You were trying to escape the castle, are you aware what you are saying might lead to your death. Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Imogen looked at him straight in the eyes, "Was I safe before? Am walking on thin ice, not knowing when or where I will offend you and get killed. Is that what you call safety, and it isn't only me, it is the same for other slaves. We are all walking on ice, not knowing when it break and we get drowned by it. That is what it is like being your slave, master" Imogen said, though she was so scared. She knows what she just did, there is no fear she will be able to avoid death.

I walked out of the house, the cold air stinging the raw skin of my face. I was a slave. I had always been a slave. * * *

She should be careful because there are cannibals here that only want her to be their dinner. Her price is now on fifty million which is funny because they want to buy this woman. I stare at her and I must admit that she looks beautiful but not that much. She also looks soft which annoys me the most. The bidding was about to close when she looked me in the eye. Her eyes were screaming for help which made me raise my hands. “Sixty million! I will buy her for sixty million!" I yelled. “Anyone who can beat sixty million?" He yelled as he showed the woman to the crowd. “Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

Scott!, That was what I wanted to say with pride. I could see myself doing it and naming all his promises to me. I'm sure even if didn't Scott would find a way of bringing me out of the tight corner. A slap landed on my face, bringing me back to the reality. “She is pregnant and smiling to herself, Is it a thing to be happy about?”. I felt my world crashing as I realized that indeed a slave wasn't permitted to get pregnant just like it was rumored.

"Talk to me, Eliyah. It will help you ease your pain. And maybe I'll understand you better too." He released a breath. "You want to listen to my story? A slave's? Won't that be a huge waste of time?" "Let me be the judge of that." I smiled. "I'm actually from the Slave Island." What the hell? Slave Island? He must have seen the confusion is on my face. "It's one of the islands of Ovzdusia. There, the slaves are bred. They stay with their birth-givers till they are five and then they are taken away from their 'homes'."

There are three ways to be a slave, to sell yourself as a slave to pay off a large debt; to be born a slave, since the children of a slave were slaves or to be a captured Elf or Feral. A human slave could win his freedom or be freed by his master, but for the Elves and Feral, gaining freedom was almost impossible, mainly because as slaves they are so useful. Although an Elven slave was extremely expensive to buy, he was equally useful, having a long life expectancy, they could serve as slaves for generations. On the other hand, Ferals were said to be the most tame slaves, after a round of lashes, any Feral smart enough would know that he must behave properly.