Novel Slave Novels & Stories

“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.

Blocking her 5'2" frame from view completely. Rosy is sweet and confident, but she has never done well against bullies. And these three are the biggest bullies we have ever faced. "Elaborate, and we might come without a struggle," I say, trying to buy us time while learning as much as I can. "If we elaborate completely, you will become even more frightened, sugar, .....but..... since you asked nicely. ......There are three different slave types that you could be sold for. Sex slave, regular slave, and blood slave. For example, you are tall, beautiful, and strong. Perfect for being a sex slave or maid. Your friend is petite, timid, and beautiful. She fits with all three categories. We shall

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."

"Mr. Drake? I inquired. It's master for you, slave. I am still the controller of your life and you dare warn me to let you go. You sure have a lot of liver" "Slave? She sneers. It's been a long time since I heard of the name "slave. "I am not your slave. My name is Anne. "The slave that I brought with my money has developed a lot of liver that she dares to cross me. She even told me she was not my slave. Your name is Anne, right? But I don't care if you are Anne or not. A slave doesn't have a name. They don't deserve a name. My slave dares to revolt against me. I think she has forgotten how cruel I was. That's why she felt the need to protest against me.

"Please... don't do this. I’ve never... nobody has ever touched me. Please, Cassius!" "You're begging? I spent ten years begging! Every time Gideon or Draven used me as a punching bag, I begged. And you know what they said? They said a slave has no right to words. You aren't a Duke's son anymore. You’re my property. My personal toy." "Stop! It hurts! You're breaking my skin!" "Crying won't help you here. This is the first payment on a debt that can never be settled. From the moment your father’s heart stopped, you became my asset. My slave. My ghost. I am your Master now, and you will learn to obey."

Eating fish slowly because of the heat, Wilma is thinking about her future. Despite being a slave, luckily this body never received the mark to show herself as a slave. This young lady was also not a registered slave. In this world even slaves had to be registered as a slave. Slavery in this world is not illegal as long as they are registered. It was rare for a slave to be unregistered and not bear the marks of Wilma's current body.

JULIA When Master got up the next morning, two slaves eagerly sucked his knob, earning our clothes and competing for the prize of his cum. It was the last time we'd be doing this unless Master changed his mind about keeping Lisa, at least, as his slave. I understood why Master didn't want to keep sharing his wife with others, and I had other reasons to quit my slavery as well, but Lisa could continue to serve as Master's slave. I surprisingly had no problem with it. Two slaves can become very close when serving a single Master. Once we sucked Master, we didn't stay abed afterwards. We needed to say goodbye to Sarah and Ron, even if Master was leaving for work.

I said waving the book at his face. "Can I see? he inquired smiling. I nodded and stretched the book to him. "Slave to the Ruthless Master" he read aloud raising his brows. "This is an 18+ rated story" he said and eyed me. "What? I'm almost 18. It's just two months remaining" I defended. And it's not as if I haven't seen worse. What could be worse than what I caught Jayden doing today in the washroom? It's a human story that talked about a girl whom was sold by her father to a ruthless master who killed people without a second thought.

"It's master for you, slave. I am still the controller of your life, and you dare warn me to let you go. You sure have a lot of nerve." "Slave?" she sneered. "It's been a long time since I heard that name." "I am not your slave. My name is Anne." "The slave that I bought with my money has developed a lot of nerve to dare to defy me. She even told me she was not my slave. Your name is Anne, right? But I don't care if you are Anne or not. A slave doesn't have a name. They don't deserve a name. My slave dares to revolt against me. I think she has forgotten how cruel I was. That's why she felt the need to protest against me.

"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.