Goddess Foot Slave Novels & Stories

I knew her voice, but she had never spoke so directly to me before. “Willow, we are not children of your mother and father, we were adopted by humans. We are descendants of our mother, Bellona, a most powerful witch, who led her coven in war against our father. Our father was Gedeon, known for the hundreds of thousands of warriors he slaughtered in this universe, and many others. Gedeon was the keeper of many souls, punishment for the crimes they committed, that they may never move beyond this realm.” “Just shut the fuck up for a second please, why am I a dog right now?” I asked in my head.

I knew that we were the only pack around for miles and miles on end, and as a result, it would take me quite some time to find a place to rest my head, but I would not give up or relegate myself to the same kind of treatment I had been subjected to from my pack. As I walked the forest floor, I remained deep in thought, choosing not to pay too much attention to my reality. As though the goddess meant to snap me out, I tripped in my feet and ripped apart the soles of my shoes. My brain flashed back to the day I was given the shoes by my former master. “Here you go, slave,” he had said, tossing the shoes at me. Catching them clumsily, one foot in each hand, I looked back up at him, confused. “T

“Fox, I thought that we should at least have some tacit understanding after being partners for so many years, but it seems that you still don’t know me at all.” She once stood at the top of the world overlooking the mountains and rivers. She once led a thousand armies to fight to the death on the battlefield. She once stood with her sword and used her body as a wall to stand in front of thousands of people. Even if the former Goddess of War was dead, and even if she was filled with grievances and injustices that could not be washed away, she would never bow her head to anyone even if she had to crawl all that way back to the capital city!

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?

“The evidence is right there! The knife was beside you. Do you think I’m blind?” Her voice grew louder. “I don’t know what you slaves are turning into these days. You just arrive, and you’re already drawing blood.” “What next? Chop them up? Dismember them limb by limb? Serve the pieces to their families on a platter?!” My lips parted, but nothing came out. “You’d better start praying,” she said coldly. “If not to the Moon Goddess, then to whatever god might pity you. Because if that slave dies… your punishment will make you wish you were dead.”

She could see very clearly in the dark, including those in the van with her. " And how was the feeling of being looked down upon, how is the feeling of being trampled upon? How is the feeling of being enslaved?". " Never," Naya said sternly in her head, " that's never going to happen; I can't be enslaved, I am the moon goddess, and they ought to be bowing to my feet." " Well that wouldn't be happening, and they wouldn't be enslaving you, I..will be enslaving you", she said weakly but firmly, " tell me your name",

She was like the devil personified, offering nothing but temptation and punishment, targeting my natural weaknesses with pinpoint accuracy. “Mmmmmm.” I hummed, rubbing my face on her feet, trying to kiss them but only succeeding in slobbering on her stockings. “You’ve been very bad, slave. Very, very bad. Mommy is angry, and you need to prostrate yourself before me to prove that you have any value at all.” she said, her voice mean and spiteful. “You know that I’m the only unicorn, right? A true one of a kind. You’re a disgusting, pitiful peasant who isn’t even good enough to be doing what you’re doing right now. The only reason I’m letting you sniff and worship my feet is because I am a lovi

My body pulled closer to her. -" A whisperer," she answered again and I still couldn't understand. She sighed because she knew I was clueless about what she was talking about. So she continued to explain to me. "A long, long time ago there were black women who could whisper with gods. Their voices were the strongest of all people, stronger than kings or knights, and they had huge power because gods all the time listened to them. Local people were ruled by those women, most powerful warriors went to them for asking favors and questions about what to do in their life or how to win a battle, they wanted diamonds and their land became full of them but they didn't give anything in exchange to god

“Did you believe in the gods?” “Oh yes. And I believed they were fucking sadists who took pleasure in our suffering, that’s why they allowed slavery, why they allowed humans to torture other humans, and why they made my own made toxic to me.” “But they also spared you. You are free now.” “I’m not free, little queen. I’m still a slave, but to blood now.”

I heard myself whispering as I dropped to my knees so fast, pain shot through them when they hit the stone floor. I pressed my forehead to the ground in the submission pose they had taught us on our first day as slaves, and my whole body shook as I waited for death. This was how slaves showed complete surrender and maybe if I made myself small enough and pathetic enough he might kill me quickly instead of slowly. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. Please." I babbled into the floor, tears running down my face. I knew what happened to slaves who offended important wolves and death was the kindest thing I could hope for.