Matoseiheino Slave Novels & Stories

Maria burst into laughter, and I watched her with arched eyebrows. "Do you think this is funny? I don't understand you Maria. This is not a laughing matter, I can't afford to lose my position as the Master's favorite. Among all the slaves, I'm the Master's favorite and the only one who can satisfy his sexual urge, but what if this girl gets into the picture, and steal the master from me?" I groaned in annoyance.

She was back to being a normal human being. Amos was sure that Sera was the kind of werewolf that Barferis, the slaves' guide, had often told him about. The slaves didn't know who their parents were. There was only one old man who managed the slaves in the fortress. His name was Balferis. Thanks to Balferis, the slaves got information about the outside world. Amos often imagined how beautiful the outside world was based on Balferis' stories.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

Not only that, but it meant that they would always find me. A coy smile tugged at the corner of Lennox’s mouth as he propped his chin on his palm, his lashes sweeping up as his eyes met mine and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. “Renee, you seem to be forgetting something. You are our slave…” His smile deepened, and he cast a glance at Levi. “Brother, can you please explain what a slave means to this woman?” Levi’s eyes brightened like he couldn’t wait to demean me and explain my role to me. “A slave is someone who is held in forced servitude. They have little to no say over their lives and live to obey their masters”

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

the cosmetician said with a smile. "I'm not a slave. He didn't buy me. He just found me half dead after someone wanted to kill me and brought him home. Bam! He turned me into his slave! He's an animalistic fool. I will definitely deal with him." Aurelia snapped angrily and the two women laughed.

Destroyed. Leaving me alone with him. With master. With— Owner. "You are thinking about Torres. About killing her. Feeling—something. Guilt maybe. Doubt." "Yes." Truth. Required truth. Always truth about feelings I could not act on. "Good. Feeling while unable to act—that is advanced slavery. Most slaves I break—they stop feeling. Become empty. Robotic. Boring. You—you still feel. Still suffer. Still—hate me. While serving perfectly. Beautiful. Artistic. Perfect."

"Let me see." I moved closer, but still stayed out of reach and showed him my arms.. His frown got deeper as he stared at my unmarked skin and I could see him trying to figure out what was happening. "Maybe the mate bond is doing something different with you," He said but sounded unsure. "Or maybe you are not as human as everyone thinks." "But I have always been human," I said even though the golden light that came from me yesterday suggested otherwise. “I grew up as a human slave and nobody ever said anything about me being different."

Like all the other slaves in the building, her nipples were also pierced. Unable to help herself, Fia inspected every inch of Cerise’s body. Other than eyebrows and the long hair on her head, Cerise’s body was devoid of hair. Fia could just barely see the crease of her sex between her legs. Two things truly struck Fia about Cerise. She seemed to be a standard issue slave but for a small tattoo right above her left buttock, low enough that it would be covered by pants when she was dressed. From her distance to the stage, Fia couldn’t make out what the tattoo was exactly. The other thing was that her hands were restrained but not held together by cuffs behind her back. There were two leather b

“What?” he said in a disgusting tone. Angered he caught her wrist. How dare she suggest this solution? Wasn’t she a wee bit jealous to share her mate? “I am a male in my prime Zoe. Mind it, I may just take the offer. It’s either you are the human slave.” “Like I said. You can use that human to sate your needs. I won’t mind. Once we are married, I will personally take care of her.” Or she would sacrifice the virgin blonde for more powers. “Just keep her alive and kicking till I return. She is useful.”