Novel About Slavery Novels & Stories

“Well, the guy I’ve been helping to get information on this specific compound. We’re trying to shut this place down, so we can free the slaves.” “Wait, you’re a spy?” She asked with interest. “Well, no. I’m also a slave; I was kidnapped – well, sold – two years ago. The only thing that saved me from your fate is that I’m not as pretty as other girls, so there wasn’t any interest in me. So now I’m just a house slave and not a sex slave.” “Please make me a promise?” The princess asked in a small voice. “I’ll try my very best.” Nova promised sincerely.

I thought of screaming for help, but then again, who would help a slave that was being sold for a ridiculous amount? Slave, s3x slave… a new life I never thought would be attached to my name. Once a princess and now a slave, who would have thought things don't last forever. The happiness, the joy, the laughter, families, friends, and so on would last forever. Nothing seems to be forever. Just a snap of the finger and everything will be erased, leaving nothing but darkness, sorrow, pain, and death.

Beginning of slavery There are times when life looks so bleak, you can’t see the windows. This was exactly how I was feeling at this moment. It’s been three days; Three days of constant abuses and pain, with nothing to make me feel slightly better. Father Antione has become my nightmare, and every single day, I wonder what I had done wrong to deserve such hatred. It literally beats my imagination, and I’m really worried sick about it. My family had left me for dead, at the most delicate part of my life. I said dead because this was becoming a nightmare. I preferred my old life to this.

She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swam laps in our pool. It took me a couple days to get through the book and I returned it to her. I didn't say anything about it, but I did start looking at other books she'd been reading. Our bookshelves were full of them. There was definitely a similarity in theme. Some were humanoid space aliens, some cowboys in the women starved West, some mountain men with Indian women, men shipwrecked with single women, werewolves with their mates. A lot of them featured multiple male partners, and the ones that didn't, often showed women in sexual bondage, captured, stripped, sold and t

I'm sold once more into slavery and this time there's no way around it, there is no way out, I'm branded as a slave now with a huge logo immersed into my skin Funny how I had thought Max would come bolting through the doors to see me once again, and how I had hoped he would be at the other end waiting for me as he had bought me yet again once more. All still I end up in the hands of a nice lady who seems too good to be taken on and now she's shattering every ray of light in me by telling me she is not even the master. It's just so annoying, it's causing me lots of pain that I have to get through this but more still each time the memory sinks deep into me. How I had been treated all my life a

They had all been loyal to their monster master. My hands had been tied together. I had been naked. Again, I had gotten no erection. It had been dead. I hadn't even been well-fed. I had been fed once a day. "Is this what Ava goes through? Is this the life that every girl sold here experiences? It is worse here." I had once overheard Mr. Drake asking one of his security to throw a dead female slave body into the lion's den. In there, you had no say. You had no power over your life. Your master had decided for you whether to die or live. I had still been talking to myself when Mr. Drake walked in.

“Sorry.” “It’s okay. I don’t mind but some people do. There are lots of reasons people become slaves, and it’s rude to pry into people’s pasts. Remember, slaves don’t have a past. That’s why we only have one name. So it’s okay to talk about it if you want but you should never ask someone. For me, I was sold a few years ago. I came from a big family that have been in that little village as fishermen for generations. A few years ago, there was a really long hot summer with very little rain and then it went into the coldest winter in living memory. Still no snow though.” Nevis chuckled before continuing.

"So the slaves are having a revolt, tell me this isn't a civil war!" The men glanced at each other. "Well?" Phuture asked. "You fighting for slavery or not?!" The man answered. "This is The Civil War." Phuture rolled her eyes, she said. "Damn it... this is some bullshit!" My family... gone... and I'm stuck in some civil war alone with none of my family members. Reincarnated as a slave. What the hell is my purpose here? "How did you kill Celie?" Phuture asked. "What did you do to her?"