Shadow Slave Audiobook Novels & Stories

He had initially been correct, thinking that saving that they were compensated with slaves because the fury that incited in my mate made everything else pale in comparison. Her hands held his head on either side. A projection of his thoughts gave us access to his mind. Ziyah watched scenes unfolding as vans pulling up to their pack with many of those slaves. It was entirely fucking disgusting to see how they paraded them around as if they were nothing but pets to them. It was disgusting and degrading. The image paused on one female in particular. The sound that erupted from my mate’s throat startled everyone. It was the most animalistic sound I had ever heard in my entire fucking life.

“How could you do this to us? We did nothing! We were all happy in our pack and then you dragged us with you! You destroyed our homes, killed our people, and forced us out of our homes!” As I struggled to free myself, I noticed that the ones dragging me were also dragging other people with them and they were definitely slaves, their eyes vacant and their movements mechanical. “Why are you doing this!” “Let us go!” The voices of the captured slaves kept on ringing in my head, they were all talking at once and I was hardly making out what they were saying, it only added to my headache and I hissed quietly. “Let us bury our dead ones!” “The goddess will forgive you for this”

He pushed her by the shoulder, causing her to hiss. “So what?" Shadow looked at her condescendingly and pushed her shoulder with each word. “What can you do about it? You're just a slave. I control your fate, and if I wanted to suit my masculine ego, I could whip you again. So you better help yourself keep your mouth shut. Call yourself feisty as long as you want, but God help me, I have no patience for people like you." Rivera's body shook and her teeth bit into her lips. She parted her lips.

" Sarah hadn't had the chance to glance at the papers. I could hear her choke on her own breath at the words I uttered. This man was after my body all along. But he didn't want an one night stand, he wanted a toy in his possession. "Not quite!" He chuckled. This is not what slavery was like baby girl. You can trust me! I have a very close perspective on that subject! " I dunno what his words did to me but I think it created a black hole at my pit. My soul was getting sick at the area around my naval.

She should be careful because there are cannibals here that only want her to be their dinner. Her price is now on fifty million which is funny because they want to buy this woman. I stare at her and I must admit that she looks beautiful but not that much. She also looks soft which annoys me the most. The bidding was about to close when she looked me in the eye. Her eyes were screaming for help which made me raise my hands. “Sixty million! I will buy her for sixty million!" I yelled. “Anyone who can beat sixty million?" He yelled as he showed the woman to the crowd. “Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

I'm on fire, my body starts to heat up, my breathing becomes heavy, and my heart races. Am I a whore? Ash... I don't care what he or the whole world thinks of me, but I sure do enjoy that hammer in my mouth. Enough said! I inhale. I close my eyes. With sensual movements, I lower the straps of my white bra, then unhook it and throw it out of sight, leaving my breasts exposed to the sexy daddy's gaze. Before I make my way to him, I strip off my tiny panties. "Kneel..." he orders.

They spilled around her, more voices added to the cacophony that was shredding her from the inside. – Panhandling losers ought to put the same effort into getting a damn job – – I swear, he puts his hand on me one more time, I’ma kill the sumbitch – – Run, cattle! Run back to your pens! Pathetic creatures, my Master is right, you do deserve to be enslaved – Livia’s eyes snapped wide. Her blood turned to ice in her veins the instant the words registered in her mind. This was the one voice she waited to hear.

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.

His smile grew a little, almost like he was happy with my response, which was odd because I was waiting for him to appear angry at my defiance. “You know new slaves like you are my absolute favorite. I cannot begin to describe how thrilling it is to break your kind and get your genuine submission. To hear you beg me for mercy in the end. To see you crawl down on all fours and worship at my feet out of your own free will. And the more you resist me, the more I enjoy the hell out of breaking you, 300. So by all means, keep up the brave act and defy me. It’s been a while since I was met with an exciting challenge as yourself. Most slaves are too scared to fight back, and it gets kind of boring