Shadow Slave Author Novelas e Histórias

I patted the bottom of the plug. "Thank you for agreeing to let me share your husband." "He's not shared yet. Master was right. You had a brief erotic glimpse of slavery. You may not last twenty-fours at Mistress Dark's. She's demanding and your ass will burn. Your nipples will go into harsh nipple clamps. Your tits and cunt will be whipped. It's very possible you'll not last. I was ready for this through my reading, my imagination. It prepared me for my slavery. You know nothing yet. I wonder if I would have lasted had I started with Mistress Dark?"

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

he forced a smile. "So please I will need your help," she opened her book. "We were given an assignment to write down the history of Shade and a bit about Castle." "Story time it is. Now pay attention," he sat next to her. "During the 18th century," he began. "When slavery was the hit of the time, the white men randomly purchased slaves from the local chiefs themselves, who were greedy and selfish. Castle happened to be born by some of the slaves who were taken and growing up he lived as a high servant in the house of his master. He was loved, treated as mostly equal to the other white servants. And all that ended in a day, when news of his affair with his Master's only daughter Eva, reache

"W-What's your story?" She froze at this, the light in her eyes slowly draining. I frowned, watching her expression, "You don't have to—" "It is alright to ask. We're all slaves here. I have nothing to hide," she replied. Her eyes flashed to mine, offering me a small smile. "Slaves, yes." I confirmed, "I am a slave because my parents were rogues. Shade is a slave because she was born without a wolf despite our blood running through her veins. Half of the slaves here were either rejected, rogues or like me- but-"

Grayson rebuked her. “No,” I shook my head and held their hands. “I don't want to tell him,” I said weakly. “Then what do you want to do?” Grayson asked. “I want to beg him to let me go,” I said slowly. “Lily! The only way you can be free is if you are in the grave!” Clara cried. “No, there is one other way,” Grayson said, turning to look at Clara. “If the master freely sets the servant or slave free, then that slave is free forever. But if the freed slave is captured again, the slave will either be killed or retained for life.”

Seraphina’s POV As I waited for my meeting with the Riddle family’s leader, I couldn’t help but think back to the stories I had heard about slaves. Moonbane had never practiced slavery within our borders, but that didn’t mean I was ignorant of the world outside. Helena had told me stories—dark, unsettling ones—about the conditions that slaves endured in other parts of the world. They were property, bought and sold without a second thought. Their fates were determined not by their own choices, but by the whims of their owners.

They were supposed to be sent out of the Kingdom. As Finn stalked away, his anger unresolved. The study doors creaked open, revealing a procession of half-naked men, their bodies marred by blood and bruises. They shuffled past me, their eyes vacant, their souls shattered. Slaves, used and discarded like worthless objects. The sight was enough to make my stomach churn, to remind me of the fragility of life and the depths of human depravity. I couldn't shake the disbelief. How could someone who had once been a slave perpetrate such atrocities? The irony was sickening, a bitter pill that left a sour taste in my mouth.

She looked just as pale as the rest of them but there was an aura of dominance she gave off. If looks could kill, Lucy would have been six feet with the looks she was getting, and just like her venomous look, her voice also mirrored the same stance as she started to speak before they could even open the door. “Guess the rumors are true Damien, you really did take a slave.”

I looked slightly over at Shayna, I could feel her uneasiness, this was not her typical place to be, obviously, but she is not thinking twice about dumping me here. “My friends and I are here to give you a gift, just for a small amount of money, anything would do," Linda said as she caressed the man's round belly with her hand, then moved it to his chest. Of course, I was the gift, a gift none of them owned. I was being sold as a slave.

He did and she nodded her head nervously. "I wanted to take things easy with you but you don't want that. You want to show the most dangerous man how tough and stubborn you are. So from today, you will be my slave. Not just a slave, but my sex slave, my sex toy, my sex object." Jennifer was shocked. She didn't see that coming. "I don't understand. What do you mean by your sex slave?" Jennifer said.