Scat Slave Novels & Stories

Slut had trouble behaving herself, somewhat intentionally I believed. "Scott, how wonderful you called. Does your slave require additional training?" "Actually, I have someone else interested in becoming a sex slave, but she doesn't know anything about it other than what she witnessed over the course of a few hours last night. Before I accept her slavery, I'd like her to have a 24 hour crash course on the meaning of sex slavery." "You're taking my advice and giving your slave some competition so she becomes better. How nice for you."

There was only one probable explanation. I was living in a dream, a funny and terrifying one. "N-n-northern wolves?" "Yes," Cyrus said, then acknowledged the man in front. "Theo, has the crisis been averted?" "Considerably so. We reached a compromise." "They should know better than to mess with us," snarled Cyrus. "Greedy pests," he hissed. "Who is she?" "Ah, my new slave. I paid a fine price for her."

There is no doubt someone will get hurt. Simon clenched his fist as those words from his nightmares rang back into his head "She will never love you, she can't love you" "Carter, I want you to get me that slave" He smirked wickedly. "Which slave? Imogen?" "Yes, and Isabella. It seems like I have been easy on my new slave, I should let her fear me, that way she won't dare think of lying to me or think about anyone else. That way, she will know that I am her master not the other way" His eyes screamed so much anger and coldness.

Did God hear my prayers? Francisco blinked twice. “B-Boss?” He stuttered. “I’ll pay her debts. Sell her to me.” My eyes widened. “Hey! I’m not for sale!” “S-Sure, Sir. I think s-she doesn’t have a boyfriend and still a virg–” “How perverted! Damn you!” Adam mirked at me. His smirk made my skin shiver from my spine. “What a-about our d-debt to you, b-boss? Was it f-forfeited, too?”

His cold voice made Agatha sad for no reason. “I am kind to you, yes. But there’s a limit,” Brett added. “As my slave, all you need to do is to follow me without asking. You got that?” Agatha’s hands tightened around the cutlery. She did not nod. She did not shake her head. Agatha only exchanged gazes with her master without saying anything. Brett grabbed a towel and wiped his lips. Next, he stood up and sat next to Agatha. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and whispered, “So, give me your report. I think I am in the mood to hear it.”

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I'll just take the cab instead. He should drive you to your destination." He didn't say anything after that. I gave the driver signal to go without me while I boarded a cab to take me to the pack house. With the way things were going, it seems the alpha was suddenly growing soft for the young slave. He seemed affected but tries to hide his emotions with aggressiveness. I feel sorry for Skylar though, she has faced so much from the people around her. She was living a life she didn't deserve, forced to become what she isn't against her own will.

Victor and Soren tell me it wasn't supposed to happen, but it's hard to believe. Although this teacher had already shown himself to be more attentive in the first lesson, I've noticed some things about him that are very familiar, and I don't know if he's doing it on purpose to show me. The first thing I see is that he has some scars, which could be battle scars, but on his wrist, there is something that looks like a code tattoo, but it's burnt. His gaze in my direction is what I see when a former slave walks past me or sees me, it's a touch of pity mixed with anger. I honestly don't know what life is like for slaves from other places, but in the pack, there was my level, which was the lowest

Now, answer me! Then it occurred to me. He might be one of the warriors of the dark moon pack. "I am Stacie, the newly bought slave." Well, that was funny. Calling myself a slave sounded so strange to my ears. "Well, not really a slave though, but I'm working here temporarily as Alpha Antoine's attending maid" I continued. At my mention of Alpha Antoine, he instantly froze. He loosened his grip on my neck and I fell to the hard ground with a loud thud.

“We wanted your best female, and this is what you give us? A mutt of unknown origin?” Alpha Crane spits on the ground near Alpha Bryson’s feet. “I’ve never been more insulted than I am right now.” Alpha Bryson says nothing, his eyes wandering to me before settling on my trembling mother. “What will fix this?” he asks. “I can offer them as slaves.” My heart stutters. What? “You can kill them,” my father adds. “Do whatever you desire. I reject them both.”

"That wasn't a nightmare, Gwen. That was reality. You are stuck here forever." "I want to bargain, then," she said and now she saw both men's interest was piqued although she could see how the two of them were looking at her as though waiting for her to try and give her best shot. What she learned from talking to Henrietta earlier is that she has a choice. And if Hades won't give it to her for some fucked up pact he made with her parents many years ago, she would try and negotiate. "I will do the service," she said and she was surprised to hear her own voice not trembling. "I will be your slave and you use me whenever or wherever you want."