Pet Slave Novels & Stories

I replied. “What do you think they use the pets for, huh? pillows? the majority of them use them to fulfill their rather extreme fetishes they cannot carry out on their mates. They are the disgusting ones,” she said and my mind immediately conjured Lord Albert's face as he had won the bid for Melanie. I sat up horrified as his face came into my mind's view; he wanted to sleep with her; he was going to rape her brutally. “Agnes?” “Are there no laws, nothing that can be done to…”

her voice trailed off, leaving a deadly chill on my skin. “Unless what?” I urged her. “Unless you will end up like his other pets.” I am his Pet? And I could end up like his other pets? What the hell was this woman saying? The only thing I have ever known as pets were animals. Domesticated animals to be specific. Those were the ones people buy and take into their homes as pets, not a young woman like me who was already independent at the early age of Nineteen and had a flourishing career! “I’m no one's pet!”

“This one here is our pet dog, a very rare breed. It’s only found in our region, almost extinct. That’s why people don’t know much about it. This is one of its kind.” ‘WHEN CAN I KILL YOU? You made me a pet, a fucking dog?’ I yell through our mind link. As they continue this absurd conversation, my beast continues to think of all the ways we will torture Giovanni before killing him. “No, No, I don’t want to touch it.” Omerta moves back as she says that, and my beast is furious, and I almost keep it from growling. My agitated beast is fuming because this stray doesn’t want to touch us, and he thinks she doesn’t find him attractive. WOW, just WOW.

another voice cuts through the silence. “If she didn’t try to run, she wouldn’t have ended up like this. She deserves everything she got and more.” Our gazes snap to the door as Petra strolls in like she owns the place. “You need to leave. This isn’t the time,” Marco’s tone cuts sharply. Ignoring him completely, Petra sinks into the couch, with a smug smile in place. “The new pet’s been unconscious for five whole days,” she purrs. “Imagine what’ll happen when he really starts feeding on her. She’s weak. And filthy.”

This was a leash. I began to read—methodically, eyes moving over clauses and terms. Language like availability, compliance, confidentiality, behavioral expectations… it felt less like a contract and more like a blueprint for ownership. My stomach churned. Clause 7.2 explicitly forbade "independent social engagements" without prior written consent. Clause 11.4 detailed acceptable attire and grooming standards. This wasn’t companionship; it was servitude, packaged in a pretty typeface. Then I heard it. A sigh.

Serena arrived at the pet hospital in a rush, her heels clicking sharply against the sterile white tiles. A cluster of servants was already gathered anxiously in the waiting area, their faces pale, their posture rigid with fear. Rex had been taken into the examination room, and the results were back—he was in critical condition, the vet and nurses working frantically to resuscitate him. The vet, a middle-aged man with sharp features and weariness in his eyes, stepped out, his expression grave. “This isn’t illness,” he said firmly, his voice edged with restrained anger. “Someone has been abusing this dog.”

I grabbed her from her hair before she could finish her sentence. “Even though our pets are obedient we have some insolent like yours” I seethed at her. “But we know how to keep them in place polyagapiménos.” I tighetened my hold on her hair and before she was willing standing on her toes this time, I made her stand (Darling) “So, they must all know how much of an animal you are. Taking others unwilling” she said those words with disgust but refused to yelp in pain.

“Dom do you know if Raven is aware that she’s your mate?” Aireka asked. She frowned at him, a little confused. “I’ll be honest. I don’t see a difference between a Pet and a slave. You’re screwed if this leaks to the human press and with human laws as they are no one will accept it. She appears sweet, but her attitude is a self-defense mechanism. It wouldn’t be there if someone stood up for her instead of making her do it alone.”

She said, “The ragdolls cost a few thousand dollars at the very least, and that’s a friends-and-family rate. The kittens must cost you over ten thousand dollars each.” “The price doesn’t matter so long as you like them. Let’s be clear. They’re not allowed in my room. You’re responsible for their care if you want to keep them. You’re on poop duty.” Serenity smiled widely. “Don’t worry. The pets and I won’t step into your territory. I will teach them that your bedroom is off-limits.” Her delight amused Zachary.

She was the same person who told me not to eat or leave her sister’s room until I was done scrubbing the toilet. “Have you gone deaf?” she barks. “No. I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I’ll act faster next time.” Sheila remains quiet on the bed, applying pink nail polish to her toes. Anyone looking at us now will think I’m their slave, but my only crime is being an omega. Here in Shadowspire pack, pets have more rights than I do. That’s what happens when your mother is foolish enough to fall in love with an omega and elope with him because no one approved of their relationship.