Forced Bi Slave Novels & Stories

A faint smirk curled at the older woman’s lips, the kind that carried both triumph and recognition. “You are truly our daughter” She murmured. Amelia’s brows knit together in confusion. The meaning hung in the air, thick and unsettling. Seeing the flicker of confusion cross her daughter’s face, Amelia’s mother’s smirk deepened. “We didn’t sell you out of choice but out of compulsion,” She began slowly, her tone almost conversational. “You knew we were drowning in debt after your father’s business collapsed. That man offered us enough money to stand on our feet again, on one condition. That we give you to him. We didn’t have a choice, Amelia”.

Days of abuse had left my body hurting, but I resisted showing signs of weakness. He walked around me like a predator and asked, "Amara, do you think you can defy me?" "Your pitiful existence is pointless. You will regret not telling me what I want to know. I forced myself to look into his eyes and swallowed hard. "I do not know at all. I won't offer you answers I don't have, but feel free to do as you please. His hand swung out and seized my chin firmly. He hissed, "You're brave for a slave." "But you won't be saved by bravery."

No one wanted to waste time on me when they could torment me instead. I was the pack slave, their living punching bag — kept alive only to be broken, used, and discarded at their whim. At times, while others rested, I was forced to labor endlessly, tending to their every whim despite the pain that tore through my body. On worse days, their frustration exploded through brutal violence. And yet, I kept moving — numb, untouchable. My body endured painful testosterone shots, a cruel disguise to fool the pack into believing I was merely a human transgender slave.

She was made to lay aside to create way for the rest. Another child clutched her older brother’s leg, refusing to let go. The guards pulled them apart anyway, they never allowed such emotional attachments to slow their procedures. And amid that chaos, humiliation and terror that reigned, tonight was the one night a year that slaves remembered what they really were in Bolivia. They were owned, controlled and caged. Vivienne walked forward slowly, naked and shaking violently despite trying to appear composed. Her hands were wrapped around her chest. Covering her breasts. She didn't protest, or put up a fight of any kind. It was futile after all.

I couldn't help but wonder how many more would be found in the whole kingdom, in other packs. Those poor people were abducted from their packs and were forced to live a life that was worse than the lives of rogues. They were forced to live as slaves, work nonstop and get nothing in exchange. Women were forced to please other men and bear their children without getting anything in return. The mere thought of their whole life made me shiver in terror.

I pushed harder, and he snapped at me, “You are a slave, Lisa my slave. Your life and body belong to me and I shall use them as I wish unless you want my father to know you’re stealing food.” “Please,” I begged, “let me go.”

I didn’t want to. More than anything, I wished he would leave me. I wanted him to stop looking at me. I wasn’t worthy of being with someone as good as Ethan. I was a coward. A weak, pathetic coward. And in the end, I chose to run. Ethan refused to leave me, so I turned him into a villain. I took all the filth, all the horror of what had happened to me, and I forced it onto him. If I made him the monster, he would eventually hate me.

Then, she bolted. I lunged forward, grabbing her wrist before she could escape. She fought, thrashing against me, but I held on. “Let go of me, you bitch,” she snarled. “Not a chance.” Nathan moved to intervene, but Levi was already there, slamming him against the wall with brutal force. Livia struggled, trying to break free, but I twisted her arm, forcing her to drop the ledger. It hit the ground with a heavy thud. “This is over,” I said.

“No, you aren’t wrong. I’ve never had any children, so you must believe me when I say she forced me to do it.” “And can you confess this— can you confess this to the republic that she forced you to do it?” I cut in quickly. Even though I didn’t believe she was forced, as we already had financial records from her bank, showing that she was paid a large sum after the interview, I decided it was best we used it to our advantage. Since she wanted to maintain that she was forced by Ashanti, it wouldn’t hurt to run with the story and add it on top of Ashanti’s already damning crimes.

Thorne said quickly, his voice tight with urgency. “You didn’t hear what I said earlier?” the woman—his mother—asked. “I said Why didn’t you call me yesterday about what I told you? I was expecting you to call me, but I did more research. And I heard that sex between a slave who has the binding blood pact and her mate could break the bond, only if she loves her mate. Meaning…if she loves someone and they copulate, the bond will break automatically. By the way, why are you asking?”