Shadow Slave Guiltythree Novels & Stories

This are Butcher's mobsters. "Look," the gentleman who's relaxed on the front seat calls to their attention. "It's them." "Dumb slaves," the driver remarks and pulls over in front of two girls on the street. Before anyone else, he leaves the car and walks towards one of the girls, Gwen. He pulls a gun to her forehead. "Please don't shoot me, I'd do anything. I'd serve punishment. I just want to go back to being a slave again, please," Gwen begs with catarrh slowly coming out of her nose and tears already painting her face.

“As you can see, Alpha Gunner, she's weak and sick. Healthier, stronger slaves are highly priced and valuable. This slave is the opposite, hence her low price.” “I see,” Alpha Gunner approached my cell, his eyes locked in mine. He took in my skinny build. “Where the hell did you find her?” “She got shipped in a month ago. Apparently, her family sold her to pay off a massive debt,” the slave merchant said. “She won't interest you, Alpha Gunner. Allow me to show you my best slaves.” “Shut up!” Alpha Gunner snapped at the slave merchant. “Unlock her cell.” The merchant sealed his lips and did exactly as he was told without questions.

" My group attempted to set up.I got caught and I've been working as a slave ever since. "So what is a slave doing with several members of the Order at three in the morning?" She turned to face me. I recognized that look on her face; it meant she wasn't buying my story. I paced around the room, coming to a stop in front of the mirror. Like I said, I work as a slave. I go wherever they want me to go. If you don't believe me, I can show you where I got shot for resisting orders. " She nodded at me and turned towards the papers again. "So when were they finally going to kill you?"

"Yes. We're all complicit. I'm not making excuses, Dad. I loved Cindy sucking my cock and I love eating her cunt. I loved fucking her ass. The others make sure it doesn't get out of hand. Someone else always sleeps between Cindy and I. We care for each other and my slaves don't give a shit." "Fuck! I can't just let this go. You may not be breaking the fucking law, but you're having sex with your sibling. Christ!" "Punish us, Daddy," Cindy said. "We have been bad. I should have talked to you first. I should have talked to you a long time ago. Told you how I felt, why I moved away, but I was too ashamed to tell you. Well, I'm a slave now. I have no more shame. You've seen me do things most fat

The slave leader's chuckle was darker than an eclipse. "Gojibwe is not known for his mercy, little cunt. It will be interesting to see if your mother survives the attentions of Gojibwe and his men. I would not bet on it." Shinatri couldn't believe this was happening. She was in shock, unable to speak, think, or even move. She blinked her way through a fresh cascade of tears. Okotwe snapped his fingers, gesturing at the other three slaves awaiting his orders. "Bring that young bitch over here to the bed. My cock is ready for another round." Okotwe stared at Shinatri with a gleam in his eye. "Let's hope that YOU are more durable than your mother, little cunt."

Both Cain and Cole called out in unison, “We were aware and participated in slave trade, but we didn’t know that it was for treason.” “Aha…” Cornelius feigned an enlightened expression, “involvement by association and not involvement by knowledge.” He nodded as though he was deliberating before correcting the verdict. “Let this verdict override the previous one.” He continued, “Old master Sleigh to the gallows for your crime after you have received the 100 lashes for your second crime. Your punishment for the third crime is voided in favor of the above punishments.” “Cain and Cole, although you have argued that you were unaware, your involvement by association constitutes the same crime to a

I didn’t have anything to say… because there was no point in defending myself when the one that I loved and trusted to stand beside me wasn’t there for me anymore. With my response, the hall flew up with their indistinctive noise once again but then this time, I could make out some words from the pool of their conjoint and distorted voices. “Killer!” “Guilty!” “King Slayer! “Your Majesty.” Someone started to speak now as his voice came out louder while the other voices went down. “I think I speak on behalf of the court elders when I say the slavegirl is guilty and should not be further tried but slaughtered immediately!” He said and so many other voices affirmed loudly.

He muttered, "We need to know exactly how it works. We need insight..." "Terrell Owens and I could go, disguised of course, to gather intel."She volunteered. She believed that was her life’s mission; to wipe out the slave trade. "No," He answered, turning to her. "You're both betas. No one would believe either of you’d sell or buy slaves." "As you heard the prisoner, there are betas who trade too. In fact, seem to have the upper hand."

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

I am just a mother of the babies and called a partner or their girlfriend or their woman. I can not blamed them, Luis and Lexter of what they had done to me. I did not complained or fight back when I was supposed to do but I can't because I was in deep debt, I was a slave. The only consolation I have now is that they had loved me for what I am.