Sally Slater Novels & Stories

My name was Roxy Monroe, and I was the campus belle at the art school. Before graduation, I needed to find an internship. I landed a position at a public institution where I just had to deliver supplies every day. I thought it'd be a very easy job, and since it was a government position with good pay, I agreed without hesitation. Only when I got there did I realize they were sending me to deliver contraceptives to the slum. These people were all simple-minded but well-endowed poor folks.

I'm fine madam" She smiled lightly and walked closer to the woman. "I came to know if I could have something to eat, my body is loosing energy" she said and the woman nodded understanding her as she knew she just satisfied the Master and most of the sex slaves talked of how fierce he was on bed. Too bad a very pretty girl like her could become a sex slave to a dreaded Master who enjoys seeing people pained. "Have a seat my dear, I'll be done in a short while" she said and Galene smiled and took a seat and looked around the whole kitchen finally noticing few other elder women working at moment.

"What happened to you?" "Nothing much," she laughed briefly before speaking. "Someone just touched my ass," she said and laughed again. "I got slapped because they said I was too prissy when I’m just a dirty woman anyway," Olivia added and kept laughing until I saw tears in her eyes. I tapped her head and wiped her tears. "I don’t want this life anymore... I don’t want the life

- Camille clapped back, her voice carrying a hint of smug pride. " If i wanted to, i could have everything about your dark history published on the internet and have your mindless minions trample you underfoot." - She paused, her hands outstretched, " And yet, I'm here, trying to make a deal with you. One million dollars, Irina, you're above that......" " But if you the almighty Irina Williams can't afford it, i could always go to Mr Smith...........i heard he's often generous with these kind of things."

Tracy had a mocking smile as she looked through Celeste. Then the professor called again. "Carter, Tracy Dylan." Tracy walked confidently to the front and started introducing herself. "I am Tracy Dylan Carter. I graduated with honors during my high school years. I enjoy Science very much, that is why I want to become a doctor someday! I came from the Carter family of Octave City." "Thank you Ms Carter." Then the professor continued calling each of her students and then she called. . . "Klatt, Celeste Covey"

[Addison] Sally didn't want to show me the way, but once I gave my command, backed by Ms. Olivia Grant, who stomped her feet and gave her best glare, she didn't have a choice. "This is a terrible idea," Sally rolled her shoulders right before grabbing a rifle from the rack and slinging it over her shoulders. "I'd rather wait for Charley or Mr. Grant, but you're right," she relents, pressing her hand against the wall. "If we don't leave soon, we'll be trapped."

He mulled things over while tamping down the violence and desire stirred up by the Drakeller technique. "Ashton Gray!" Suddenly, a sharp shout cut through the night. Not far from Lakeview Heights, Sally strode forth with a dozen people in tow. She wore denim short-shorts and a cropped cardigan that showed her midriff. She stood in Ashton's path. "It's you?" Ashton was surprised to see her in all her five-feet-nine glory. What did this piece of eye candy want with him now?

What was holding them up? I saw Marvin take out his belt and begin to beat the cook's daughter. Her screams were painful. "I hope you can live with yourself, Scarlett. Annie is just fifteen." She said, and I did not care one bit. My life was important to me too. Marvin beat Annie until she had cuts on her skin. The cook cried bitterly, and there was nothing we could do. So they chained Annie up and tied her to me. By the time they finished raiding the Redcape settlement, about Twenty-five young women had been chained up as slaves.

"I want these devices made. I want every blacksmith, silversmith, every craftsman to help create these cannons and catapults. It SHOULD be done in one month." The men look around in the room as if they doubt the skills of the craftsmen. Cassandra looks at me from across the table. She blushes and smiles at me, an obvious invitation if I would only accept it. I look away. I will not mount her, for her whorish ways disgust me. She is spoilt goods, having been willingly passed around to the other men. She takes pride in being a whore, unlike Elizabella, who fought so strongly for her free will.

If her cries set the other babies off, too, he’d be out the door as fast as his feet could carry him. Sally returned, darting apprehensive looks at Micheal and Lucia as she put the cup of tea on the mobile tray. “Better now?” she asked hopefully. Sally Bloomfield was the most assertive person Lucia had ever met. She was a brilliant saleswoman, able to talk anybody into anything and make him feel delighted about it. Her appearance was always polished and professional, from her chic auburn hair to her beautifully shod feet. Her smile dazzled, and her bright hazel eyes mesmerised. Sally sailed through life with the blissful belief that no matter what happened, it would turn out for the best. He