Novels On Slavery Novels & Stories

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

"Had you ever done it before you became a slave?" "No. I wasn't that wild before I was married. My fantasies mostly started after my marriage. I wasn't unhappy as a wife, but it definitely called to me. I think it mostly started after our friend, Zoe, said she was becoming a sex slave to Brianna. I'd never really thought of it before seriously, thinking it was strange before it became real to me. Then I started reading sex slave romance novels and got into reverse harem novels. After, a lot of my fantasies extended to more than one person fucking me. My slavery was Master's attempt to make some of those fantasies become real." "Had you ever been with a woman before?"

Cindy asked. "Haven't you? A cock in your cunt, one in your ass, another in your mouth, all making you cum and cum and cum?" I asked. "I don't think I've ever thought about it before." "You should. There's nothing like it to a slave slut like me." "Wait a minute! You've been triple penetrated?" Cindy asked, shocked. "During the first three weeks of my slavery, Master allowed me to fuck other men. Due to the books he knew I was reading, he thought I might like to experience some of my fantasies."

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

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.

Seraphina’s POV As I waited for my meeting with the Riddle family’s leader, I couldn’t help but think back to the stories I had heard about slaves. Moonbane had never practiced slavery within our borders, but that didn’t mean I was ignorant of the world outside. Helena had told me stories—dark, unsettling ones—about the conditions that slaves endured in other parts of the world. They were property, bought and sold without a second thought. Their fates were determined not by their own choices, but by the whims of their owners.

That is what her mistress always tells her. She has always wished to be bought by someone like Mr Charles, Emily master. A noble and righteous man who got Emily because his wife was barren, to give birth, he has to take a new wife but he loves his wife deeply so he got a slave instead. And since they brought in Emily, they started treating her like family, it is hard to say if Emily was a slave once. She want a master like that, but she could only wish. Her fate depends on today's auction, whoever she gets sold to. But what is even more worst than getting sold is not getting sold.

Valerie asked raising an eyebrow at us, she had just come back from the kitchen with Diana, I didn’t even know that she was there to begin with, brining mugs of warm milk for both Nathan and I, Nathan raised an eyebrow at the mugs before his grandmother took both cups and took a sip out of them before handing them to us “don’t worry child, if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t poison you, I have a lot more pride than doing what a slave would” Nathan simply chuckled at that knowing what his grandmother meant, as throughout the centuries, stories were heard about slaves, maids, or even wives who poisoned their kings or princes for gold or power, what was odd about slaves doing it was that they w

he forced a smile. "So please I will need your help," she opened her book. "We were given an assignment to write down the history of Shade and a bit about Castle." "Story time it is. Now pay attention," he sat next to her. "During the 18th century," he began. "When slavery was the hit of the time, the white men randomly purchased slaves from the local chiefs themselves, who were greedy and selfish. Castle happened to be born by some of the slaves who were taken and growing up he lived as a high servant in the house of his master. He was loved, treated as mostly equal to the other white servants. And all that ended in a day, when news of his affair with his Master's only daughter Eva, reache

The female Bingles were used as sex slaves and some were subjected to harsh labour on the farm. "Ho! God of Bingles, where are your eyes? Set your eyes on us and deliver us from this hardship," cried Bingles. Robert Mallow can't sleep again. He was always thinking about the people of the bingles and couldn't stop seeing them in his dreams. One sunny afternoon, Robert Mallow sat down on the castle top. He was thinking about how to free his people from bondage. As he was lost in the thought he found himself falling asleep. In his dreams, he found himself in a