Harry Potter Slaves Novels & Stories

I need to cum, Mistress," my poor slave told Sarah. Please make me cum." Harry stopped at Ron's slave station again. Maybe he was hoping for a quick orgasm. His cock was swollen with need. Mary was with Gwen and Chen was at Rose, next up for Julia. I rolled the dice. "Slaves will bite, slap or spank their clients chest or nipples twice," I said.

Watching the videos of her being tortured and not making a sound made me very horny, and I wanted her for myself. I wanted to test her limits and bask in her blood, but I had to wait a few months before I could buy her because I was sorting out complicated situations for the Necromancers. I couldn't let my infiltrators in the Kingdom of the Wizards be discovered, and getting their leaders to fight among themselves was imperative. So, as much as I wanted to splurge on that slave, I knew I had to focus.

“What do you do here? Are you slaves? Do they cook people? What’s going to happen to us!” “Calm down. No, we aren’t slaves. Actually, the head master’s aesthetics are reasonable. We’re fed and clothed and we help with the day to day activities of the estate. Some are cooks, other’s gardener, there’s a musician here that plays every time they have a party and he’s really good” he explained. “Between both of us I’m sure he makes a lot of money. ” In other words glorified slaves. That didn’t sound like anything I expected to hear, Harry seemed almost cheerful.

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

She couldn’t imagine herself a slave to that man, if he looked that as a vampire that means he was over a thousand human years old, he gave her a disgusted look that made her know that he was interested in more than her blood, she wanted to gag. Prince Damien had a smile on his face, Lord Benedict was an old pervert who regularly buys young slaves and ends up killing them with his deranged preferences, it was so bad that any girl he buys does not live up to two weeks in his care, HIS girl will definitely not go with him.

I couldn’t say anything to my father when Uncle Bane told him it looks like someone is targeting the kingdom by hitting us in the area that’s the weakest. We used to have strong warriors, everyone feared them, but that was back when my great grandfather Harry ruled. Harry was brutal with his punishments; twenty strikes weren't enough to satisfy his need to prove his dominance. Harry liked to sentence the ones that were disobedient to death. Goddess help you if you were a female wolf in those days and didn't find your mate by seventeen, you would become a slave in the palace. Harry forced the slaves to please him a different slave for different pleasures you might say. One slave he liked on h

I grit through my teeth. “Freedom,” he chuckles sinisterly, “There is no such thing for humans.” My lips tug into a sneer, “As long as I’m away from you, that’s freedom.” Lazarus laughed, a deeply coarse sound. “I’m glad I could be of your entertainment.” I retort sarcastically. He arose from the chair with ease, advancing towards me. Lazarus traces my cheek with his fingertips, an electric current branding my skin from his touch as I’m locked in a trance. His lips curl into a malicious smirk, “You are my slave Bellatrix.”

When they returned, Wendy wore a smug little smile, like she’d already won something. “Hmm.” She circled me slowly, eyes dragging over me like I was something she’d scraped off her shoe. “So you’re the thief who stole from the Lycan Kingdom.” She stopped in front of me. “I still don’t understand what spell you’ve cast on the Prince and His Majesty. Anyone else would have been executed by now.” She leaned in. “But whatever you think you are — remember this. You’re nothing but a slave.” A slave. The word landed like a slap.

Then she saw King Rupert, bound and gagged, being transported by cart to the place they normally took criminals to be hung. “Don’t hurt him,” she begged. “Isn’t there a code or something?” Earl Adam gripped her hair tightly, forcing her head back. She met his bleak gaze with obvious reluctance. “Like he did for my father?” Cassie whimpered. “I’m so sorry.” “But you weren’t then, were you? Such a spoiled little girl. You will be, later,” he promised, “when I introduce you to my men.” “I don’t understand.” “That’s what usually happens to slaves, willing or not,” he told her.

"What are you? A stupid sorcerer?" The frustration could be seen in their faces. "We have something important to discuss," he told her and turned to look at me. "You're now my personal slave but this doesn't make you greater or bigger than the other slaves. You're just like every other slave, stupid and useless. You'll continue to work with them until the new competition." He told me. I frowned. A new competition? What did that mean? Was there going to be twists I didn't expect? Since they wanted me out of their miserable lives, I knew they would do anything they could to make me weak.