Man Slave Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

who knew maybe if miss Penny hadn't shown up I would have been sold to as a s€x slave? I tied the towel around my waist and walked out I checked my wardrobe and wore a black pajamas If this is the life of a slave...am definitely gonna enjoy it I thought and drafted off to sleep on the king sized bed The next morning I was awoke up by a slash of water I hurried out of bed only to see my mistress standing akimbo with a cup "Gud morning"I greeted and bowed respectfully "Why on earth are you still sleeping by this time !?"she snapped I felt a lump on my throat and glanced at her

As the searing heat ceased, Sylvia was left with the lingering sensation of burning, both physical and mental. Smoke continued to rise from her head, accompanied by the sound of her hair falling in burnt strands. The man behind her had just shown her a taste of what he could do. Sylvia already knew there was more in store for her if she refused him any longer. “I’ll… talk…” There was no room for any more resistance. * * * [A/N] Thanks for reading! We’re finally getting to the slaves in the next chapter.

I guess it's safe to say, my buttocks is now use to the cold floor. I opened the book, the first title catching my attention... *A slave should always be presentable to her master* I stared at my naked and haggard self, I don't think I look presentable and that's all Ethan's fault. Well, I'm beginning to think I am not the only one who needs this book, but Ethan also needs it.

"I have come again, as I always do, and this time I have the choicest of slaves for you. Strong, agile and well-fed, the best you'd find anywhere. As you can see, she is young, undefiled and unsullied. She is a maiden of royal blood, the likes of which you'd never find again!" I gasped as the man pushed me towards the front of the platform in the middle of the marketplace. My hands were bound with chains, and so were my legs, so walking was extremely uncomfortable. Fear clogged my throat, but I tried to push past it, facing the crowd in all my shredded dignity. The slave master leaned towards me and whispered. "You'd better keep your eyes on the ground. No crying, no fighting, no fidgeting.

But the ruthless beast in front of her just smirked at her. "Yes, you are. My Slave. And you will do as I say." She shook her head taking a step back making him glare at her. "So you wouldn't listen huh." She gulped clutching her clothes. "Obey your master Slave!" She flinched hearing a low growl from him. When she didn't make a move he slapped the sofa's arms standing up from it and glaring at her. "Don't make me repeat Slave! I SAID STRIP!" She cried out letting the tears out of her eyes in fear as she watched him making his way toward her with the sword in his hand. She shut her eyes close feeling his giant body over her small ones.

*Chapter contains violence and abuse that can be triggering* ZARA I look at the clock, and it’s 5:30 in the morning, and I need to get up. It’s my job to make breakfast for master Kilian and Mistress Camille. I am not allowed to say their names. Slaves don’t do that, the Mistress says. I look at the calendar, and there are two days until I turn 17. Since I was a child, I was told my parents didn’t want me anymore and that they didn’t love me. So they gave me away.

I cleared my throat and removed my hand that has been on his head. "Do you want a romance story or an adventurous story?" I asked inaudibly. "Take a good look at me, do I look like someone that enjoys romantic tales?" He questioned and I mentally slapped myself for asking. "I apologize, your highness" I cooed with a faux smile. He beckoned on me to go on with the wave of his hand. I took a deep breath racking my brain endlessly for a story. Hmph. Here goes nothing; "There was a mean evil slave master. He had thousands of slaves and was cruel and heartless. He had a son...

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

Maybe because I am too young and have never experienced such kind of things, I feel uncomfortable inside as if I have done something bad. After I take a walk in the garden, I hear someone crying when I return to my room along the hall. The voice is familiar. It is Emelia, my slave. I go directly to her room. I think although I will not comfort her, I still want to see how she is doing. But when I get near to her room, I hear her crying and other girls comforting her. So she does not need me. Yes, she never needs me. When she was chosen to be my slave, she cried loudly and wanted to see her parents instead of being happy.

"Yes Uncle Demitri, tell me a bed-time story." He sobered and put his hands on his knees, scowling thoughtfully at the ground. "Alright," he said after a moment, "here's one. Once upon a time, there was a young slave, who didn't know her place. She was always chiding and bossing and making a nuisance of herself. One day she got herself knocked up...and then she was really intolerable." Calliope laughed and shoved his arm. "Stop it. I'm not really that bad."