Novels On Slavery Novels & Stories

said Amar with a smile staring at Axelina's innocent body in front of him right now. Will God give Axelina a chance to be happy, or vice versa? Axelina is forced to be Amar Trixeon's sex slave for the rest of her miserable life.

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

--To be continued… My other works: Conquering the Emperor Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

Even my master has been a perpetrator of cruelty towards my kind, recounting tales of the worst experiences endured. In the past, he would subject the blood slaves to a cruel fate, depriving them of sustenance, draining their life force, and ultimately ending their existence. I couldn't help but ponder what caused him to transform upon my arrival. His insatiable thirst for blood had garnered infamy in the streets, and tales of his monstrous nature circulated widely. They deemed it a disease, an affliction that corrupted his very essence.

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

Sophia replied "I wish things were different" "Me too but that's how the cookie dough rolls" "So,the bible isn't a religion book?" Jennifer asked "No,it's our history book that tells us who we are,who the others that put our people into slavery are, what happened before slavery,what made slavery happened,what happens after slavery and all that other stuff that I still need to study on" Sophia replied "So,what's the history books that they put in the schools?" Jennifer asked "A book full of lies and dookie" Sophia replied

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

I didn’t expect that my uncle would rape Emelia and torture Emelia. So in my mind, although I hate my uncle, I hate myself even more. It was all my fault. I should not have chosen Emelia as my slave. I should not have abandoned her this morning. If I had not chosen her as my slave, she would not have suffered so much. If I had not abandoned her, she would not have been raped again. Yes, again. She was raped by me for the first time and then, because of my fault, she was almost raped by my uncle again. I can not imagine how terrible she is feeling now, but I can do nothing other than feel guilty.

"Sex slave to a woman. I could never be one to a man. I can tolerate a man's touch enough to get pregnant, but I could not submit to one, even those as kind as Sam and Scott. My slavery mostly consists of pleasing my Mistress, which I would do anyway, and the occasional punishment, which is nothing to me and I enjoy anyway. I get more beat up doing self defense with Marcia and Chantelle. "You must understand, most people are not like the people who brutalized me, and it's more in groups and mobs, than individuals, but it's happened a number of times in history. Slavery in your country, Jews and gypsies by the Nazis, muslims by the Crusaders, Chinese by the Japanese; over and over again. It h