One Piece Slave Novels & Stories

“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.”

There are rules in the castle that a slave will only be assigned to one master. Slaves are also instructed in mating techniques by their masters. But now there was a werewolf standing in front of me, and his actions and words implied that he wanted to fuck me. "No! My master said that I belong only to him." I made my attitude clear. Dane gave a teasingly soft laugh. His eyes traveled over my body with disdain and teasing. "Little slut, Garyson isn't here. And if I wanted to do something to you, could you refuse?" There was an air of arrogance and contempt in his tone.

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.

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

Cassandra POV “What's so special in her?” His voice was rough, dominating, and powerful. It made me feel weak in my knees instantly. “Your Grace, she is the Princess of the Reges Empire,” The slave master said. “Was,” He corrected him, looking offended. “Yes Your Grace, but she is denying to accept slavery,” He stood up suddenly and walked a little closer to me. My heartbeats raced insanely as he stood closer to me. He was so much taller than me that I could hardly reach up to his shoulder. I tilted my head backward to meet my eyes with him. Slowly his fingers touched the strands of my hair tucking them behind my ear.

Then without hesitation, she agreed. "Yes... anything." "Eh?" "I'll be your slave!" "Slave? Don--" Then without waiting for his reply... She chanted. "I CRAP, I WILL FOLLOW THIS YOUTH. THIS IS MY SIN, BETRAYAL!" She yelled without hesitation. "Tit!" ~Congrats, host~ You have a new slave, host~ "Tit!" ~Please check the data, host.~ "This..." Luis Park was taken aback by this forced slave! Then without nothing to do, he tapped the system interface.

Darina gasped and backed away again. "Don’t you ever dare touch me," she spat. He laughed. "Oh, your voice is as pretty as the rest of you. I’m not going to touch you now. I'm just getting a look at what will soon be mine." Darina narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?" He moved toward her again, and she stepped back until her body collided with the wall. "I’m Beta Ashar. But you can start calling me master," he sneered. "Soon, you’ll be part of my harem. Only five slaves so far, but after the war, there will be many more."

he said coldly. Right. I am not a mate to him. I am his slave. Unlike other mate partners, they have a choice whether to give in to the effects of their mate bond and let each other treasure the pleasurable experience. But to someone like me who is treated and acknowledged as a slave, whether it is because of the mate bond or not, I do not have the right to say no to him. I gulped. Slowly, my hands reach for the strap of my dress. I gently remove them and let them fall in the sides of my arms.

I had already been struggling so much that my body shifted in the bed and I fell on the floor. “What are you doing?Do you know that the longer it takes for you to heal the harder it will be for us to sell you off!" One of them yelled and then the other just growled at my body that was sprawled on the floor. ”Why don't we just cut her up already? honestly she looks far too damaged to fetch a good price...“ It was the way they talked about me as if I was nothing more than an item. I was an Alpha blood, and now I had to endured this again...being a slave, u rather be chopped into pieces instead of me to have to endure *living* like that.

Sarang sighed, taking a slow sip of the rum in his cup. “Hello.” a voice greeted him, deep and tinged with an unfamiliar accent. Sarang turned to see a male slave. His golden collar gleamed in the light, and his sheer clothing fluttered slightly as he moved. His body was adorned with intricate cultural tattoos that wound around his arms, legs, and chest—bold patterns that contrasted with his rich, dark skin. His hair, black and curly, was plaited into several thick braids, and his warm brown eyes held a curious gleam as he smiled with plump lips.