Saiyan Slave Novels & Stories

’ The clear voice in my mind mumbles to me. I break out of the trance and light appears back, the darkness disappearing from around me. I don’t stumble back in shock this time. I hold my ground even if I realise what I had done. “ No one — No one can enslave me anymore. But if I want… ” I hiss, my eyes still burning up with the electric blue colour. “ I can make YOU my slave. ” My voice drops down a few octaves. Viktor blinks his eyes, a frown settling between his eyebrows. He sighs and hangs his head low before storming out of the room.

This figure was Xiao Wan, he sees all slave train their skill, unleash Stealthmode for other can know him. The slaves training every day, they work hard to please their mistress. "Who are you? This is a forbidden area." Slave 1 was the most wise and calm to lead another slave, his height was 175 cm, good body, and handsome. Xiao Wan gets down from the roof, with fast speed to the ground, walks slowly to their stand. "You don't need to know who am I, where your leader?" He ignored the question from slave 1, stop walking close to them five-meter distance.

Another crack to the side of my head, and I am in a deep, black abyss. When the abyss sends me out, a man is healing me. He is not like one of the brethren, he is shriveled and corpse like, his teeth are all sharp points. He smiles at me, and licks a trail of blood from my stomach, I try to jerk away but whatever spell he uses to contain me is holding fast. Milk is weeping from my exposed nipples, seeing it makes my heart ache for my son.

Storm says. I sneak around to the back of the pack house, climb up the lattice onto the roof, and stay low so no one can see me. Above the dining room, I hear Alpha Tate speaking to other people. I crawl closer to the roof's edge to hear through the open window below me. 'I am telling you now. Slave isn't an ordinary wolf. I saw it with my own eyes. Slave has the power to heal,' he says. 'Even if she does have this ability, what are your intentions with her?' Sam asks.

His Urekai DNA was fighting the transition, his muscles bulging as if he could punch his way out of a mathematical equation. Then the Echoes came. Out of the swirl of data, a figure formed. It was Kaelor, but younger. The Slave. His neck was raw from a collar that wasn't there anymore. He looked at the current Kaelor with eyes full of hate. "Why go further?" the Slave-Echo hissed. "You're just trading one cage for another. Go back. Go back to the Highlands and be a king of dirt. At least you know how that feels."

“First I want to add that it’s a decision I do not regret because I am enjoying the privileges of which I never had as a human.” “Really?” Stan nodded with a small smile on his face. “Yes sir. I was turned by a fake changer and was used as a slave in his coliseum for many months until I decided to take another step. But I gained the strength of a warrior from those underground fights and I also have immortality.” “A long live span, you mean?” she argued. “I like to see it as immortality because I know how long I have lived in this world but can still look this young.” She defended.

It was too uncanny. "I like her, Your Majesty. She seems nice." "Your Majesty! If I win this game, will you leave me alone?" "Leaving you be sounds unlikely. You will be promoted to carry out duties as my personal slave. Duties that you may find with great pleasure. That is your reward." The slave was fuming, similar to a raging bull. You f****** psycho! I'm going to rip your balls and p*nis out, shove it in your butthole and watch you bleed! Just wait till I get my hands on you! You're going to f****** **** ******...

Salvador, my cousin entered the bathroom and I signalled Richard to leave us alone "Get this lifeless slave out of my sight. How many times do I have to tell you not to get me fragile slaves? Now you will do exactly as I will order you. Go to the Daemoniums. They have offered me a slave. As they told me, she is a rebellion. According to Justin, she has no control over her blood lust. I want you to go to them and pay them in exchange for the slave they have to offer me." I said and he bowed his head in respect.

He'd always win. “ I’m not your slave, ” I said through gritted teeth. He looked at me, his eyes fluttering with something unpredictable. “ Then what are you, Sarian ” I wanted to say many things, but at that moment, I couldn’t find the words. I was n’t sure if I was his captive or maybe his temptation. I stood up, pushing my chair back with more force than necessary. “ You don’t have a right to control me. I didn’t ask for any of this. ”

"Shouldn't this thing I'm wearing have made me cum already. Is it broken? Why don't I cum?" "It's a Slave Trainer," I replied. "One of its primary functions is to teach a slave that her orgasms don't belong to her anymore. You won't be able to cum unless your Master lets you." Whore got the worst expression on her face. I've seen the same expression on the face of everyone who ever wore one. She turned to Bill. "Master, may I please cum? This is driving me mad." "What are you willing to do to earn it?" Bill asked.