Pet Slave Novels & Stories

“Then why are you so hesitant to tell me?” Kate looked away from his deep brown eyes that she thought was going to swallow her any minute from now as she thought of an excuse to make. “I was thinking of a pet I had back home” The pet she was talking about was her cute white furry dog, fluffy. Whenever things was hard for her back there at the club, fluffy would always come and comfort her rubbing her head against the length of her legs. This was the first time since she’d escaped that she thought back to that hell hole she’d ran away from. Now that she thought about it, John was so much like fluffy.

They kill her parents and then treated her like an animal, for what? What kind of sick gratification did that get from doing this to her? Two years of her life have been robbed from her, two long years in that cage. This poor girl is going to need a lot of help. I want to make sure she has everything she needs to readjust to her life. Our pack can provide her with a home, but she will need so much more from us. "Thank you," Alanis says as I scrub her back. The filth is unbelievable.

Silver and wolfbane don't affect any other supernatural creature apart from werewolves. Lucas growled as he considered the implication for the umpteenth time. The obvious explanation was that his mate had been tortured with enough silver and wolfbane to force her wolf to go dormant. And it took the worst form of torture for a wolf to go dormant. Different scenarios rushed through his mind as he imagined meeting his mate's torturer. A sick grin found its way onto his face at the thought of all the fun events he already had planned out. Such a person would wish he had never been born. He didn't care if his mate was the worst sort of criminal to have warranted such torture. She was his mate. Th

at least for the next six months. I go through the contract word by word because I don't trust him in the slightest. Who knows what perverted things he could try to slip in there? The contract stipulates that if I become his 'pet' for six months, the debt will be considered paid. But there are a few conditions I'm already saying fuck no to —calling him "Sir", obeying without question, and the absurdity of waxing my private parts weekly. Who the fuck does this dude think he is?

“The one they brought in yesterday.” I nodded. “Yes. Emily.” She raised an eyebrow. “The new pet.” The word stung, even though she hadn’t meant it cruelly. I looked down, trying to hide my embarrassment. “That’s what they call me, yes.” She was quiet for a long moment before letting out a sigh. “Well, you’re here now. No point standing there like a ghost. Sit down if you want.” I blinked in surprise but quickly pulled out a chair and sat at the table. “Thank you.”

What exactly did this medic considered to be fine? He was probably speaking as a standard for human slaves. That in terms of a pet, who was meant to obey and take lashings, she still had several good years of service in her. Like a dog, pulled from a fighting ring, she was scratched up and traumatized but still worth something. I almost laughed at how foolish it sounded. Ava was not okay.

I was thinking of what to say to rectify the situation when he asked, "So, you want to come with me and have a little adventure?" "Not really." I wrinkled my nose and pouted. "It's just that we've been apart for so long, and I miss you." "Are you that clingy?" Sean sighed. His expression seemed slightly troubled, but his demeanor was gentle, so my request didn't really upset him. "In that case, next time, I'll have my secretary notify you," he said, playfully scratching my chin as if teasing a pet. I didn’t think it was a bad idea to be his pet because pets belonging to wealthy individuals often enjoyed much better lives than people from less affluent backgrounds.

[Rescuing stray cats doesn't mean bears won't eat people. The animal welfare community was the fastest to distance itself from her. Two stray animal shelters that Petra had previously worked with issued simultaneous statements on their public accounts. [Ms. Winslow has never held any official position at our organization. Her supposed ability to communicate with animals on a soul-frequency level has no connection to our mission.] The wording was nearly identical, as though the two organizations had been pulled into the same group chat overnight. The photos Petra had posted over the years of herself crouching in front of stray cats with her eyes closed were dug up one by one.

"When you were gone, I had time to think. About why you never wanted to be the source of attention or have photos or videos of you posted anywhere. It was why you made that deal with me, and I did do my part and you committed to being my pet. Did you forget about that?" You've got to be kidding me. "You're not invoking the master-pet relationship now are you?" "Yes I am." "You broke it first. Why should I honour something that you broke. Masters protect their pets not hurt them but you were in that store room with the only intention to hurt me." "No. As twisted as it may be, my intention was to protect and not hurt you at that time." "Bullshit." I fired back angrily. "It doesn't matter, beca

The beta being second in hand has the strongest authority after mine. Humans however do not experience this bond between us werewolves. “It appears we have been too lenient with our pets. They have become ungrateful. Thinking they can steal from us without punishment. Today we have a scape goat, my very own pet!” With his last words he signals to the punisher. The punisher is the one responsible for killing and punishing rogue slaves in public. He walks out with the Beta’s mate, dragging her by her collar with a long whip in his hand. The whip is too big for the crime she committed.