Scat Slave Novels & Stories

Lisa smiled and dipped her hand into the water to hold her hand. "Scarlett, you are a good Luna, a good person and friend, never doubt that" Lisa smiled and pecked her forehead. "Awwn, I love you" Scarlett smiled at her friend. She really wanted Lisa to be with her as a friend but she insisted on retaining her position as a servant and she had talked to Xavier about it and he was quite non challant. "Thanks Lisa, are there any problems in the pack?" Scarlett questioned. Lisa nodded"Yes, there are issues in the market of people selling at exorbitant prices to those who hardly hunt, its getting more infuriating everyday and we slaves are suffering it "

" I have decided to spare this young lady, but she will have to work as a slave for me and the Luna, " The Alpha coughed lightly to ease the weird atmosphere, but the shocked expressions of the werewolves present in the meeting room didn't escape his sharp eyes. " Is there any problem?" He gazed at them calmly. Lexa frowned at what Scott said, especially the slave word, but she was happy to know no harm would be done to her. A slave?! She lifted her face up and gave Scott an unbelievable look. Are you fucking kidding me?! She screamed in her head and shook her head negatively.

As Grace Hill becomes the home to many dangerous paranormal beings, Scott pretends another is his mate. Hurt, Lilly shuts him out. Has Scott lost his only chance of a mate? And what threat from her past could send Scott to possible war? Their world has never been more fragile as a cult known as Disaster of the Otherworld intends to plunge them into chaos. I hope you will enjoy it.

Clive bravely stated. "I will still pay you. You'll receive your salary twice a month as agreed upon the contract. You cannot back out now. You have a contract with me." Celeste declared. "My contract states that I am a research assistant. After all you have your bestfriend, Tracy, right? You won't need me as a friend." Clive stood up and walked close to Celeste. "Don't get me wrong. I really want to be your friend too. I also want to hang out with you. But not this way." Clive rejected.

“Not then. Not now. Not ever.” Vanya stepped forward. “You were a slave,” she said bluntly. “And now you’re back where you belong.” Cassandra straightened. “And this time,” she added, “you won’t be crawling your way out again.” Her lips curved slowly into a smile. “I will make sure of that.” Cassandra’s gaze hardened. “I will make sure Ragnar watches you rot,” she said. “I will make sure this entire pack sees you for what you truly are.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Someone who belongs in hell.”

Sabi nito saka lumapit ulit sa pwesto ko at hinalikan ang buhok ko. "I know you are awake. Be ready kid, you are mine and not my brother slave. You are my SLAVE." Huling kataga nito bago hinila si Mom palabas ng kwarto ko. Lumipas ang ilang minutong nakaupo lamang ako sa kama at nakatulala. Hindi ko alam anong iisipin at gagawin sa nalaman ko. Mabilis akong nagtungo ng banyo at naglinis ng sarili, hindi ito pwedi mangyari. Base sa na-research ko kagabi, ang mga past slave nila ay hindi basta-basta nakakawala sa hawla kapag nakakapitan na nila ito.

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.

The whip cracked through the air, its leather tip biting into my flesh. I clenched my teeth, determined not to cry out. He circled me slowly, his boots scuffing against the floor. "You thought you could escape, did you?" he sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "Foolish girl. You could run from me? I am not a weak teenage boy. You are a slave and I am your master now." He leaned closer to my ear and whispered.

That's really bad of him,how can he do that to you" Chloe said and then the landline phone in the room started ringing "I'll get that" Chloe said and picked the call . "Yea room 3 on the line 6GPO" . "Darcie Kuers room 3 6GPO is needed at the young master room with two glass of orange juice" Chloe hang up and looked at Darcie who was laying down helpless "What is it?? Darcie asked "The young master want you to bring two glass of orange juice" Chloe replied "Was he the one who call you now?

“Be mine. Or die.” The words steal the air from my lungs. “Yours?”, I ask, clearly confused. He steps closer.“Let me put in a way you'll understand slave, be my sex slave or die” He tilts his head, watching my reaction. “If you refuse,” he continues, “I’ll tell the council you tried to escape. You know what happens to traitors.” I know and my stomach churns. He leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “What’s it going to be, little wolf?”