One Piece Slave Novels & Stories

I am 妃妃, a 19-year-old Chinese girl, and I am the slave of my master. My life revolves around serving him, fulfilling his every desire, no matter how depraved. Today, I wake up early to prepare for another day of service. Master is a powerful businessman, and I am his personal assistant. But in private, I am his obedient slave, ready to cater to his every whim. I arrive at his office, wearing a tight-fitting maid uniform that accentuates my curves. I kneel before him, my head bowed in submission.

"Don't worry, there's nothing for you to worry about. All you need to do is to stay calm and observe how everything is going on. Enjoy your meal as well and smile when you can." "I didn't promise you anything. I'll try my best to be able to stay strong but I'm scared." "Of what?"My eyes turned to meet her gaze. "The people, I don't know how to eat in this kind of place, I'm a slave–" "You are mine!" When she uttered that she was a slave, I could feel the anger in me grow. Why can't she understand that she is not a slave but mine, she is my mate and nothing can ever change that?

Proserpina “You have been sold.’ said the woman, her eyes ravelling over me maliciously. “so your new Master had instructed us to provide you with food.’ And then, slyly, her eyes glittering, 'A slave who is half dead with hunger is not really able to carry out the Master's commands.' She went on, revelling in my dismay and grief, ‘A sex slave has to be able to keep up with the Master’s appetite. And of those he wishes her to service, of course.’

"Your slave greets you, Maru." a voice entered the ears of a boy who was happily watching a girl play with a lot of kids. "Did you get what I need, Fade?" Maru asked his slave. He had time and time again reminded her to not refer to herself as a slave again but it was hopeless because she would not listen. Fade only told him to just let it be. That this was a constant reminder for what her purpose was. It was a lost cause and Maru didn't want to pursue it any longer.

"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 shifted my gaze to the wall clock and it was just six. Daniela lead me to a large dinning hall in the servant's quarter.I never knew the number of slaves the master had were numerous.Worst part they all kept staring at me and muttering something to themselves. “Why are they staring at me like that?”I asked Daniela. “They think you are beautiful”I blushed as she said that. “Really?” “Yeah.The master might end up choosing you after all”she smiled. “Stop saying that” “Duh it’s true”

There was only one probable explanation. I was living in a dream, a funny and terrifying one. "N-n-northern wolves?" "Yes," Cyrus said, then acknowledged the man in front. "Theo, has the crisis been averted?" "Considerably so. We reached a compromise." "They should know better than to mess with us," snarled Cyrus. "Greedy pests," he hissed. "Who is she?" "Ah, my new slave. I paid a fine price for her."

His breath brushed the tip of my ear as he whispered: “I will peel back every layer of you, little Moonstone wolf. I will strip you bare until your secrets pour from your mouth like blood. I will find out if you are a spy… or something far more dangerous. And if you lie—if you try to deceive me—I will break you piece by piece until you forget your own name.” His grip tightened in my hair for one second, then released. He stepped back. And I could finally breathe. “Take her,” he said, turning to the Beta. “She belongs to me now. My personal slave.”

"Orrin nearly tore me in half getting to her. I'm sure." "Goddess." He sat down, hard. A grin was starting to spread across his face, the helpless kind. "Who is it? Which House? Does Petra know yet, she's going to be insufferable…" "She's a participant. In the Slave Games" The grin fell from his face.

I can't be late making breakfast, not again! My name is Theo Marco Rossi. I am 26 years old and I am an Omega slave for the blood moon pack. My life didn't start out this way I had loving parents, two sisters, and friends. All it took was 1 hour, 1 hour to change my life, and 1 hour is all it took for me to become an Omega slave.