Man Slave Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I haven't had any conversation except when I screamed in pain. I whined at the memories clouding my head. "You were a slave before coming here? I should have noticed, your wrist has shackles marks. Your ankles too." Lana pointed and I looked at my wrist, they were badly bruised, turning a deep shade of purple and I glanced at the marks on my ankles. They were fading a tiny bit. "The Alpha has never had a slave before. So don't think you're a slave here. You're a maid and there's a huge difference between the two."

"If you know you're going to be fucked in the ass, it makes for a cleaner experience. I'll suck Master's cock after if my ass has been cleansed first. If you come over tomorrow. I'll demonstrate the process for you. Master's love it if you'll suck their cock after they've fucked your ass. Is Master Dan selling all three of your holes tomorrow." "I think so. He said every slave should be airtight at least once during their slavery." "He's not wrong, Sandy." "How was it for you, the first time you served at the poker game?" "Master sold me as a white silk slave the first time, about a week into my slavery." "I'm sorry, white silk? What does that mean?"

"Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time." I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.

My stomach rumbled, I was hungry. The aroma from the kitchen seemed to fill my nose. As I laid on the floor, I discovered that the carpet was soft under my legs, almost as if no one really walked on it. "Hey," A boy with blonde cute hair and green eyes like the ones I saw in movies, walked in with a tray of food. I was hungry, I couldn't afford to be silent. "Hello," I replied in a whispered manner. He smiled. "I brought food," He said and peeped to make sure no one was coming before he continued. "I'm one of the male slaves, I found out you haven't eaten and I decided to bring you...."

He’s way scarier than a devil! “You don’t have the right to complain. From now on, I will be your master and you are not allowed to leave my mansion.” After his speech, he left me in this dark big room. The bed is big, but feels empty. From my observation, he is wealthy. I am still confused. How did I ended up here? Does Macon look for me when he realized I’m gone? What if Alpha and Luna looked for me? I started to cry again when I realized that I might die old here. Yes, I don’t have a dream of getting married but I have so much dreams for myself. Being a slave here means I can’t reach those dreams anymore…

“Perhaps I did. That doesn’t necessarily mean you had to it, though. Just like how it doesn’t mean just because you got yourself in this poor, poor little situation you’re in, you are to be silent and accept this new role. But no… Instead, you panicked at the thought of being in that heavy debt, and look where it got you. Discovered by the police, and forced to become my slave to settle the rest of your debt. For the rest of your life, may I add.” Seeing those fearful eyes dilate turned me on so well, causing me to whack the slave on the side with the cane. “AGH! You… crazy ugly bitch!” My lips twitched at the insult, as rage soon filled my very soul. “Would you like to say that again?” Drea

She was tired of being belittled and humiliated, tired of being treated like a second-class citizen. But amidst the sadness and despair, She also felt a fierce sense of determination. She refused to let the slave pack break her spirit, refused to let them dictate her worth. She was stronger than their words, and she knew that she had the resilience to overcome the challenges that lay ahead.She was filled with a new sense of determination,ready to deal with whatever come her way and whatever Lydia and the other slaves had install for her.

My hand fumbled for the door, and when I finally managed to open it, I fled into the corridor without looking back. My heart pounded as I ran, my thoughts crashing into each other. I didn't understand. He had bought me. He had called me his slave, stripped me, pinned me to his bed. Everything about this arrangement pointed in one direction, and I had braced myself for it. I had prepared myself to endure whatever he planned to do. And then he stopped. Why? What was the point of buying a slave if not to use her? What was the point of dragging me here, locking me in his room, tearing my clothes, if he was just going to walk away?

I knew that something was amiss, that behind her facade of innocence, Pam harbored secrets. Yet, for now, I played the part of the oblivious sleeper, allowing curiosity and wariness to collide within me. -:- I found myself already wide awake by six am, anticipation coursing through my veins. The room stirred with life as a few of the other slaves began to rouse from their slumber. Greetings and murmured conversations filled the air as we prepared ourselves for another day of servitude. My lips curved into a polite smile as I acknowledged their presence, a silent camaraderie binding us together in our shared plight.

I tried to sit up, then I remembered that my hands were chained backwards. I kept on struggling until I was able to sit up, and open my swollen eyes a little. Is this how cruel life is? Have I really become a slave? Thoughts kept running through my mind, but I know very well that I won't be able to escape this time, no matter how hard I try. The mean looking muscular lady passed the plate of oil and cornmeal that won't even satisfy a baby of two months. It's not like I have a choice here, I'm a slave and I have no choice at all.