Matoseiheino Slave Novels & Stories

“ You do not want to have sex with me, right?” Cody seems confused. “ Are you insane, slave?” His words confirm my thoughts. I look him in the eye and say, “ Just because I am a slave, you have sex with me. You do not love me and you do not really want to have sex with me. I am just a toy to you, and you want to use it just because you do not want to waste it.”

I swallowed, and all the courage I had vanished. “ Let me go." I begged, getting on my knees. But I knew it wasn't going to work. And the evil laugh he had just let out at me proved it even more. Prey to fear, my thin legs trembled, my pain intensified, and my eyes widened with horror. My whole soul was in turmoil, and reality was in front of me. I was going to become a thing. A slave... And my master, my master, was surely going to make me regret every second of coming into the world.

Augusto smiles at the spectacle. “You think you have the right to decide?!” A blow lands on Carrie’s stomach, and then her neck is gripped with a dark force, cutting off her air as her body levitates a few inches against the wall. Everything around them becomes a thick mist, as it does every time Carla shows her true face. Augusto takes a few steps back, anticipating what’s coming. Carrie stares in horror at the being before her. “You’re a slave, my slave! Don’t forget that until the end of time, I am your master.”

He stood up to his chair and leaned closer to me, I kept my posture right because my heart was beating so fast. "300,000 for your work as Secretary but let's make it 1 million per month if you work with me as a Slave and my toy," he whispered to my ear and licked it, making chills go down my spine. "What do you think? It's enough for your Mother, Ms. Olivia."

“That’s the best you can come up with?” “No, I really am a slave. I work here.” Oh shit, my fated mate was a slave.

"I found a way to forge the bond between us, but you need to break everything that could ultimately tie you to that damn Eloise. That's why I brought the slaves, so you can do to her what you would do to Eloise. Take revenge on whoever you want, have sex if that satisfies you. Close whatever you need to close in that hellish cycle so that you are entirely mine." That was a level of insanity and control. Giselle left the room and the two slaves crouched before me, waiting for an order. I cursed under my breath. “Go,” I ordered, and the women stood up, but they didn't follow my order; they trembled. “Get out!” “I'm sorry, sir, but if we leave here, Miss Giselle will kill us,” said one of the s

"Whatever it is. Ruby, I can't stay in this cage anymore. I can feel them... laughing inside myhead." "The serum uses a 'Master-Slave' protocol," Vovosexplained, ignoring Nevan’s outburst. "The Ascendancy isthe Master; the Subject is the Slave. To break the link, wemust overwrite the Master. We must give the Subject a new anchor. One that is stronger than their satellite array."

I kept my eyes forward and pretended I didn’t hear them, even though every word scraped. I didn’t get far before a maid stepped into my path. She was older, with sharp eyes and a cloth still twisted in her hands. “Is it true?” she asked, not bothering to lower her voice. “You’re the king’s mate?” The kitchen went quieter. I forced myself to answer. “Yes. I am his mate.” A second maid, younger, let out a short laugh from near the long table. “So we’re going to have a slave as our Luna. What luck.”

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

At first he wanted to chop it up to survival instinct but her actions combined with the taste of her blood put him on alert. “Master I’m here for your afternoon feeding” Marcos whips his head in the direction of the small voice. There at the entrance of his office is a battered weak human woman. She was short and scrawny, her hair was dark blonde and unruly. He clothes were mere rags worn and dirty. He shivered in disgust as he approached one of slaves. He couldn’t bother to remember her name she was after all merely a meal to him.