One Piece Slave Novels & Stories

Cora was diligently working in the kitchen, focused on her task of preparing food for the pack. As she stirred the pot on the stove, her concentration was interrupted by an Omega slave who approached her with a sneer on her face. She had recognized her as one of the more antagonistic slaves who often taunted and belittled her.The Omega slave, with a superiority complex evident in her demeanor, called Cora a rejected slave, the words dripping with contempt. She tried to ignore the insult, reminding herself to stay composed and not let the Omega's words get to her.

The Prince said with a pause “I want the girl and I will have the girl, or is the request too much for you.” “N-n-no your highness it just wasn’t expected that’s all.” The request surprised him too, he never came here with the intention of going back with a slave, it was a mere chore visiting the blood bank system but after seeing the strange violet eyed girl and tasting her blood, he knew he had to have her for himself.

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.

A good compliant little slave. "You!" I pointed my finger at the final slave and beckoned her over. She walked over and knelt next to me waiting for orders. "I'm going to take her from behind. Get her ready for me." The slave by my feet shuffled over to the slave bent over the table. She spread her cheeks and began to eat her ass whilst pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy.

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

Viktor POV I didn’t know what to say as I sat next to the woman I named my slave. For the first time, I smiled at her. And I could tell she was shocked, but she never brought it up. “I would like it if you came back with me to my chambers,” I said out of nowhere. She didn’t even look at me as she replied. “Yes, Master.” She said. Her replies sometimes felt.. unnatural. Like she was just answering what she thought she wanted me to hear. But I guess that’s how slaves are supposed to be. With her though.. it bothered me.

Four of them approach me with evil looks in their eyes. “ Sweetie, you know you are hot, right? So you are luring me with your wet eyes. Oh, you have one more wet thing. It is your wet vagina.” They laugh loudly. One of them even howls. Damien leans over and twirls a strand of my hair around his finger. Then he rips my clothes off of me leaving me naked. I am familiar with this says I enter the slave choosing ceremony. I have always Being ripped naked. Now I gradually get used to it and I keep silent rather than scream.

I commanded my beta telepathically and in less than three minutes, a slave appeared in the room and without wasting another second, I bent her over the desk and penetrated her deeply. I groaned as my length went into her hole completely. She came prepared, smeared in okro gel for easier and less painful penetration. I thrust in and out of her at an insane speed, the smell of my breeder’s arousal filled my senses and the only image on my mind was of me penetrating her while she moaned but only that the woman bent is a slave that can’t even arouse me. I pulled out of her and my semen sprayed all over her back. I hate not finishing in my women but at the same time, I can’t risk having children

"Show me your pass from the doctor." As swiftly as a sword impales the chest, the slave brought out her pass. And after confirming she was good to go, I dug my hand into her lower body and ripped off her underwear. The fire in my eyes could melt anything that came close. Right at that moment, the trembling slave was caught in that fire. "My Chosan."

he began, “we will address the objection raised during the coronation. Alpha Louise, please elaborate on your accusation.” Louise didn’t bother with formalities. “That woman you addressed as your Luna-to-be,” he said smoothly, “is mine.” I leaned forward in my seat restless, pointing to her. “She is not yours, you bastard!” He chuckled. “We both know she is. Because she is my personal… slave.” Gasps rippled through the chamber. “Yes,” he continued calmly. “And according to werewolf law, a slave remains property until formally set free. Any offspring borne during slavery belongs to the master.”