Shadow Slave Author Novels & Stories

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.

Once that do, like you they will trample us all over,” Lady Jade said with her teeth gritted, holding her voice so it won't be too loud, “lowly slave, you should be grateful to be given food and a roof to live under. People like you are lesser than livestock.” “Perhaps, Jade, it is because you deserve to be trampled. You look down on others and that caused you to be looked down upon the same way. You might want to start rectifying your wrong doings,” I answered using the same tone as Jade. What happened about me being a slave and a rogue happened almost nine years ago, but the wounds were still fresh and the memories of my dying Pack and family wasn't good that I would ever try to look back.

"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-"

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

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.

"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.