Novel Slave Novels & Stories

He did and she nodded her head nervously. "I wanted to take things easy with you but you don't want that. You want to show the most dangerous man how tough and stubborn you are. So from today, you will be my slave. Not just a slave, but my sex slave, my sex toy, my sex object." Jennifer was shocked. She didn't see that coming. "I don't understand. What do you mean by your sex slave?" Jennifer said.

"You don't deserve two shits from me." I spat on his face. I hated this man already. I hated what was happening to me and the fact that I could be raped by these men at any moment. The Commander didn't bother to wipe the spit on his face. He roared at the soldiers, "What are you looking at? Take her to the camp. She's going to be a slave." A slave? I had read how slaves were treated in the transmigration novels. I didn't have the female lead's halo or the side character's luck. I would rather die than become a slave.

“Let it be, I don't have the strength to listen to her father's ranting. We both know doing so will only send her back to daddy and daddy will come for us with a hundred-page lecture which I hate to sit and listen to but I have to '' Nathan laughed. Watching the slave girl who strangely caught his attention every time Shelly Anderson came by Nathan Lansfield felt angered. Slaves were not as common as before. It was a new era and while servants were paid for their services and hired according to their liking, the Andersons did not think so. Shelly has always treated her servants badly and Nathan has never failed to notice the bruises and burned marks every time the slave girl came with her mi

I began to wriggle my body fiercely, tears pouring from my eyes like a fountain, shaking my head and saying over and over in a pleading tone, "Don't! Plead with you! Master! Let me go! Master!" My body convulsed in fear and despair, and the humiliation and helplessness in my heart made me lose the last shred of dignity. At this moment, I felt unprecedented pain and humiliation, like a bird in bondage, longing for freedom but unable to escape its cage. Garyson picked up the blade and approached my pussy, irritated by my lack of cooperation, and ordered me with a frown, "Slave! Open your legs! Don't make me say it a third time!" The word "slave" haunted me. Yes, I was no longer a free woman, b

Authur was all she has now,he has been protecting her but not anymore it's time she stepped out of his shield. "You will also be taken as a slave. If you agree to be our slave, your freewill ends today." Grand lord Daemon spoke up again. Pinning Authur with his green eyes. "Do you know what that means, little human? You're quite a pretty boy; I don't think you will lack masters in service." A shiver ran through Authur's spine, fear seeping through his core. If everything he had heard growing up and read in books were true, being a Kansas slave was worse than being a slave in any human kingdom.

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

I could remember, it all started that day. As a slave, we were never meant to go any closer to the young masters. Not even as much as to breath in the same air as them. Their food, clothes, and other belongings were only to be touched by the "senior slaves". But never call them that-those vengeful creatures, they hate to be categorised with us but that wouldn't change the fact that they are also slaves but only favoured. Lyla has just became one of these "favoured ones"and she wouldn't stop riding over it. She has found a necklace which Madame has misplaced and she was compensated with the promotion.

She on the other hand is the girl whose parents were killed, was made a slave, and now has powers she has no idea how to use. She felt small compared to her mates and wondered if the Moon Goddess did not make a mistake when pairing her with them. Growing up she was excited about meeting her mate and that feeling intensified when she was a slave. She prayed for her mate to come and find her. maybe save her from the life of slavery she was living, but as years went by and she did not shift. She gave up on the mate thinking that maybe she really was human and had no mate like werewolves do.

Poppy assured, seeing the sad look on Imogen's face. "I know" She nodded while Poppy smiled. "That shameless wretch, she managed to seduce the master and his cousin. Then manipulate them into freeing her as a slave, I hate her. She is more worst than Isabella" "At least that means the position of the lord's favourite slave is opened, if we managed to seduce him then we also get to be free," Another slave said, as they murmured among them not minding if Imogen was listening. Poppy hissed at them and patted Imogen's left shoulder

Nina exclaimed through the speaker. “Are you listening to yourself? Didn’t you hear the part where I was kidnapped, threatened and almost raped by the thugs? And then I had to become a slave pet to pay off Mark’s debts??” Evelyn asked in disbelief. She wondered what was going on in Nina’s mind. What was so exciting about being someone’s pet? It was degrading and she hated it.