Shadow Slave Chapter 1975 Novels & Stories

Turning back from the window, Okotwe now pointed at one of his men. "Take this tired, worn-out pussy outside and give her to Gojibwe's band. They look horny and ready for some fresh cunt-meat." The muscular slave nodded to his leader and quickly pulled Abanri off the bed, throwing her over his shoulder like a mere object. Shinatri's last sight of her beloved mother was the sight of her mother's exposed pussy and ass, Abanri's pussy leaking more rivulets of Xokothi jism, which oozed down her pale legs. Okotwe turned back toward Shinatri while the slave carried Shinatri's dazed, naked mother down the central staircase. The slave leader's chuckle was darker than an eclipse.

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

CHAPTER 72 VALERIE'S POV TRIGGER WARNING : SUICIDE* "Exactly, this is going to be the start of your new life… As a slave!" My blood runs cold as I try to imagine what is going to happen if I eventually become a slave. That would mean being sold to a random dude who would most likely be in his sixties with the iconic pot-like belly. I shiver in fear at the thought of being a slave to someone. "Noo! Please, take me back home. Don't do this" I begged helplessly.

Sharriah quickly dropped the knife immediately and then walked to the shower to cleanse her body from his filthy touch, she didn't fail to hear the guard's painful scream that erupted out from his body, quickly she heard the sound of guards rushing towards the scene. They were shocked at what they saw, one of their men was holding his manhood, which had him dripping in blood, they looked up at the lady who have entered the bathtub, and who had done this violent act, and rage ran through the guards, how dare a slave lay her on a guard who wanted but pleasure from her, even cutting his manhood, she will be punished severely for messing with one of their guards. *************** "The establishme

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.

"That bastard has been busy smuggling food from the borders of Cotonou and he's been slacking. I've been watching him closely. He doesn't work hard for the amount of money his pauper of a father owes me. Instead he eats and eats and then wipes off his sweat every minute of work like some pregnant woman. Such a person isn't useful and is unable to work hard for the loan which couldn't be refunded. Hence I had to get rid of him. In life, if you refuse to be useful, you become useless automatically." How did he expect the slave to work so tirelessly without looking for a means to eat. I couldn't blame the slave for doing what he did because the monster had starved me for five days and I'm still

Slavery is always a slave, no matter how high a rank is, it can't be obscured. Clause Chen was so angry that he broke all the furniture in the room. Deadly! It didn't want to suffer this, didn't want to be controlled like a puppet anymore. His hands were just clean again and now he has to continue to dye those dirty things again? It doesn't agree, really doesn't agree. "Number 037...." "Fuck off!!!" "Calm down, it's not right for you to stay like this."

"You need to be wearing this when you show up to Scott's tomorrow at ten AM. It's the collar you're going to wear this week. Now, you may think about reneging on your bet, Regina. Don't do that. If you do, you're going to find your life is going to get really hard. Any loans you have outstanding will get bought up and come due. You'll have trouble getting credit. You'll find your investments start to take a nose dive. You'll find it hard to get credit. You might even find you have to end up selling your house. But if you remain my slave for a week, under the same conditions I keep my wife, you'll wake up next Saturday at 10:00 AM, as free as a bird and another $20,000 richer. Have I been cle

The tears, long held back, streamed down my cheeks, betraying the façade of strength I had worn. "Why does being a slave diminish my worth?" I whispered to the silent walls, the emptiness of the chapel mirroring the hollowness within. The scent of burning incense lingered, a muted offering that seemed to dissipate into the air without solace. My reflection in the chapel's stained glass windows depicted a figure broken, eclipsed by the vibrant hues of celebration that remained elusive. Amidst the quiet sobs, a voice within me echoed, "It's because you're a slave. A mere servant in a realm where celebration is reserved for those deemed worthy."

She fought and protested as she was being dragged forward, refusing to be overpowered. “Let go of me! Let me go!” She screamed, throwing her bound hands in the air. Seeing what was going on, the square erupted into a loud wave of murmurs and whispering. It was as if everyone had something to say, and some were clueless at the same time. I, obviously was completely clueless. “What is going on?” I whispered to Mira, who shrugged in response. “That is one of the young slaves brought in some months ago.” We heard someone tell another slave, who looked like she was a dear friend of hers.