Jabba Slave Novels & Stories

He shoves me back forcefully until my head hits the ground—hard. "Ban damu da suka kai, karuwa," he begins to circle me like a predator. "Sata daga gare nio shi ne wata babbar kuskure!" (I do not care who you are, slut. Stealing from me was a very big mistake!)

My father's voice filled my ears and I could almost hear him smile but I couldn't turn to look at them. I don't think I could face them after what they had done. All my life, I had expected that being a slave meant working as a cleaner or a maid at the Alpha's home. But now it seemed like something different, but my fifteen year old self still couldn't decipher what it meant to be a slave. "Alora…" Jax said and I faced him with teary eyes, the room was empty save from me and him and I could feel a heavy fear drowning me as I started to shake. His eyes were fixed on the floor underneath him.

From inside, a loud voice commands, "Enter." After the guard opens the door and enters, I follow suit, being pulled in. I realized we were in an office. Four individuals were seated behind a lengthy table crafted from cherry wood. Judging from the aura I picked up, it seems like they are all in higher ranks. "Alpha, Luna, Beta, Beta lady, I have arrived with the new slave," the guard announces, bowing respectfully. “Thank you young man, bring her here so we can have a closer look,” The lady on my left says.

Afraid this palace would swallow me whole. I stood in the snow, my breath freezing in the air. Ruby did not invite me in. That, too, was part of the message. A warning to me, and to Silver Ridge Pack: anyone who defied the Pope would be punished. At last, Ruby emerged from the shadows of her chamber. I dropped instantly to one knee, bowing low. “Cleaner Nina, greets Handmaiden Ruby.” Three years as a slave had carved that title into my bones.

“Yes he came over to Silverline Pack and that was the auction day we were flogged and starved by our previous owners. My body was filled with sores and marks but he didn’t care even when we were regarded as not the best slaves he still bought us. He took us back to this Pack and had his healers heal our wounds, feed and clothe us. I thought he was just like the rest of the Alpha’s who would hurt us and use us for pleasures but I’ve never heard he touched anyone or punished anyone. We work, get fed, clothes and provide for our needs.” “What’s your name?” “D-Diana, that's what my relative called me, my mother named me shortly before she passed on.” She wiped a tear. “Do you have dreams? Things

The tigress could see the tension in the air and she could also see how angry her son was which made her wonder what this slave issue was really about and why it was causing so much ruckus and anger between the couple. 'I should step in now and try sorting this before things spiral out of control. Who exactly is this slave though?' She wondered and the thought of what to do flooded her mind as she tried to determine the best way to step in. "Um-um." She cleared her throat to make her presence in the conversation known as they both glared at each other. "Why are you making this such big of a deal though Fabian? What is this slave to you that Tasha cannot punish her?" She asked Fabian with gen

said Roberto to his other men. "If you can't kill Amar and Axelina, later your corpses will be thrown at my favorite crocodiles," Roberto threatened his men. After executing his men who failed because of the task he had given the , Roberto headed to the room of his daughter who was depressed because of Amar. His beloved daughter had to go through all of this. Hallucinating to make love with Amar. So at his daughter's place he always prepared several men to satisfy her enormous desire. With his own eyes he saw her making love with his men.

looking at him in disgust and impatience. "Wha-what do you want anyway?" Aiden finally bit back his pain "I ain't got any weed and I haven't got any weapons except for a nail in a board! Owed my dealer, didn't I?" "I need slaves," Babi answered, hopping closer. "Ones finer than you. These...dealers...you speak of. They take what you cherish? What you need? They would be better than one like you, your blood not fit to stain the floor of the latrines." He ran a finger over his brow in mock tenderness. "You will remain safe if you comply. However unworthy I see people; I reward them if they serve."

Jackal’s territory looks exactly the way I remember it. Rough cabins scattered around uneven ground, fires burning low in crude pits while wolves move back and forth carrying crates, chains, and tools like this place runs on misery. A few guards stand near the larger building at the center, their shoulders broad and their expressions bored while they watch over the small cluster of figures gathered near a wooden platform. Slaves. My stomach tightens. Beside me Gabe leans forward slightly, his voice barely brushing my ear. “You see her?” “Not yet.”

I asked, trying to keep my tone as leveled as possible so they don’t think I’m as panicked as I internally am. Cal turns to Cane as if looking for reassurance to speak up, quickly making me lose my patience. I snapped my fingers in between them to get their attention back. “In this lifetime, Cal! Tell me!” I ordered and they both became flustered. “Y— yes! Sorry, Alpha! Um, Leia— she— she’s released the slaves.” I blinked once. Twice. And by the third time when I realized they didn’t seem to be making a joke, I quickly put two and two together.