Historical Fiction About Slavery Novels & Stories

"Of course. People employ them sometimes but I don't think that's so in this case," Green nodded. It got me more confused. "You look confused, Iris," "Because I am." "Okay, here's the thing," Kylie began as she spread her feet. "The slavers have nothing. They're like a tribe of really poor people who have to rob to make a living. They once thrived in cannibalism before their new King abolished it. They continued robbery, started trying to conquer settlements and towns with the little fortune they had accumulated by coming into their place, making the people fall to their knees and pledging their loyalty to him and burning down settlements who refused to pledge allegiance. In that case, that

Deep down, she wanted him to start moving his finger in and out of her pussy. He said he will be gentle, now he's gentle but he was indirectly tormenting her badly. She loved how his finger felt at first, but now he was tormenting her. She needed him to fuck her with her finger. As a slave she was, she dare not tell him what to do. Mike could see her facial expression. She couldn't hide it. It was too much for her to handle. "Someone is getting furious but she can't do anything because she's a slave." Mike said mocking while doing what he does best. Jennifer tried to soften her face, worried that her frustration might upset Mike.

The woman wiped her tears as Helen's eyes welled up. 'How could Marcel be this cruel? How could Marcel let this happen?' Helen thought to herself. And the woman continued, "After a period, they start selling these girls to different countries, some are sold for slavery and some for prostitution. All the girls in here are virgins and if they are not, they turn them into a virgin by stitching their genitals. Once their masters are done with them, they get them back here but the animals in here resell them to other countries again." The woman's feet gave up as she dropped onto the floor.

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.

The fabric was so thin it might as well have been air and it barely covered anything important. The dress they forced on me was cut low in front and high on the sides and every movement threatened to expose more skin than I could bear to show. The other slaves looked just as miserable in their matching outfits and we all understood the message these clothes sent. We were not people but decorations meant to make the wolves feel superior. "Remember the rules." The head guard said as servants painted our faces and fixed our hair which in my case meant rubbing more ash into the white strands that kept trying to show through the black dye.

' "That's why, when I found out that you are the wife of that prince, I wanted to take you away. But I can't kidnap you, can I? Now that I get permission to take you away, I will be more prepared.” "True. Tell me your days as that jerk slave, please?” Dylan looked doubtful at first but soon melted away by Fuschia's wistful gaze. They lay next to each other. They clasped the hand together as Dylan tells how he became Hayden's slave since he was a child. How he and other slaves killed each other in order to get more sufficient food rations every day. Fuschia's tears didn't stop flowing. Now and then she would murmur something. "That's cruel. Like a Hunger Games,"

Killian had already broken every single one. "Maybe because the number of slaves is dwindling," Celia responded. She ran the washcloth on Reyna's skin, scrubbing softly. Reyna nodded absent-mindedly. Slaves or mundanes with fates worse than that of the ones in hell. They now called themselves humans. She raked her brain, sifting through her memories as she tried to remember the stories she heard as a child. The ancient and gory history of the war that even warranted the attention of Gods. She remembered now. Her great great grandfather, Silas, the deranged started it. All because he suddenly found a liking to mundane blood a bit too much.

Her scalp burned under the searing sun as she stood in line and awaited her turn to be pushed onto the block and bargained over like an animal. Since slavery was abolished in England, Elizabeth had never witnessed such a sale. Even if slavery was still legal, she would never have been allowed to attend such an event. It was unseemly for a lady to be exposed to such. Even in her state of murky twilight, she was acutely aware of how horridly humiliating it was for the captives who preceded her.

“I won’t give you one of my girls if you intend to kill her. If you want a girl to feed on, I can give you that as well, just not one of these. Do you need to feed?” Bohdan shook his head, he knew he had to confess. And the madam was making an offer he couldn’t refuse. “Yes, I need to feed, and so do my friends down in the saloon.” “I can get you three slaves for twenty five cents.” “Slaves? What are you talking about? What year is this?” Bohdan asked. “Eighteen seventy five,” the madam replied. Bohdan had to think for a moment. That was the year he was sent to prison, and ten years after slavery ended. “Slavery ended by now. The Civil war ended in eighteen sixty five, slavery was abolished.

JULIA When we'd finished fucking, the other slaves were eager to hear all about it. They dragged us back to the pool Lisa and I were prodded to tell them everything about our Master and the sex we had. Being lesbians, they were interested in whether Lisa and I were allowed to pleasure each other in addition to our Master. We both admitted we had engaged in sapphic love with each other as well as other women. We said neither of us had been with a woman before we'd started our slavery.