Shadow Slave Author Novels & Stories

"The audacity of this author!" Roland exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and apprehension. He found himself pausing every few sentences, his gaze lingering on the words as if they held some hidden power. The book was a veritable bombshell, daring to criticize the very foundations of their society. It painted the royal family in a scathing light, accusing them of insatiable greed and a complete lack of self-discipline. However it was the author's stance on slavery that truly captivated Roland. With unwavering conviction, the book condemned the practice, asserting the fundamental equality of all humans and denouncing the notion of one person being inherently superior to another.

"I could do anything Mistress required of me, even if it meant fucking men. She means the world to me." "Well, you might want to keep in mind your choices could boil down to losing Shasta as your Mistress or fucking men. I don't mind fucking women, even enjoying it more than I believed possible before I became a slave, but if it was a choice before I was a slave, I would have refused."

Yara shifted beside me, but I lifted a hand slightly, stopping her. Vanya took a step closer. “Do you think putting on silk and sitting in an office changes anything?” she scoffed. “I remember you on your knees scrubbing floors.” Her smile widened cruelly. “You cried a lot back then.” A murmur rippled through the slaves. I kept my voice calm. “Release them.” Vanya laughed. “Release them?” She gestured toward the slaves kneeling in the dirt. “These animals?” Her eyes flashed with amusement. “They exist to work. To obey. To suffer when they fail.”

"Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time." I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.

"I'm scared and ashamed, Domina." "Elaborate." "If you'd suggested to me this morning I would find myself in this position because I'd cum while being whipped, I'd never have believed it. The fact I could makes me ashamed. Now I'm afraid I might be like you, Domina; a slave." "I'm not ashamed of being a slave, though I can see why you might think it's shameful. I'm proud to be a sex slave. It's been the most rewarding time of my life. I'm the happiest I've ever been. Why should you be any different?"

“ I have not forgotten it. I hope you can have sex with me because you like me. I know this is not easy, so I will not insist. After all, I am your slave, do whatever you want to do to me. I will not struggle again.” Cody looks at me with a doubtful smile. “ I hope you are not playing any tricks, you sly human. Otherwise, I will make you pay for that.” I smile flatteringly like a real slave. “ I will never trick you, my dear master.” I do not know if Cody believes what I said, after all, my words even disgusted myself.

He simply sat there with a drink he clearly had no intention of consuming. Adrian stopped two meters away. “Who sent you?” The slave didn’t respond verbally. Instead, a slow, twisted smile curled across his lips, revealing faint, sharpened fangs—nothing like the elegant ones of a pure vampire. These were stunted, cracked, like they belonged to a creature trapped between worlds. Like Adrian. “Outcast…” the slave whispered, his voice like metal scraping glass. Adrian’s jaw flexed. “Answer the question.” The slave tilted his head. “You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be alive.”

Ashley's PoV I slipped out of Damian’s office like a shadow. I learned to become one when I was a slave in the black market. I had been whipped countless times just for simply existing, so I always tried to blend in, to become a shadow until it was engraved in my bones. Anything but being whipped, I hated it. My body shivered just thinking about it.

"Mr. Drake? I inquired. It's master for you, slave. I am still the controller of your life and you dare warn me to let you go. You sure have a lot of liver" "Slave? She sneers. It's been a long time since I heard of the name "slave. "I am not your slave. My name is Anne. "The slave that I brought with my money has developed a lot of liver that she dares to cross me. She even told me she was not my slave. Your name is Anne, right? But I don't care if you are Anne or not. A slave doesn't have a name. They don't deserve a name. My slave dares to revolt against me. I think she has forgotten how cruel I was. That's why she felt the need to protest against me.

Vivian might have gotten Janice and I story right, but what she doesn't know, is that my slave has crept her way into me heart… now also dominating my heart, and making it her home. "Hmm, once an author who could kill a character with just a pen or a simple press on her keyboard... Now is a slave in her own house to a fictional character in her novel. Isn't that iconic." Vivian laughs out, clapping her hands mockingly. "Uhm, I need to drink some water." Janice murmurs rushing out of the office, her eyes staring at the ground in shame. "Seriously, Vivian. Do you have to do that? For someone who just escaped death, you are really bitter." I spat out angrily, glaring at vivian.