Shadow Slave Manga Novels & Stories

Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s. “Deal” Beta Miguel did the same as he grabbed the other members hands and shake, the deal was completed and I, Emma Mondragon, had officially become a slave. ** I don’t know how long it’s been all i know is that we’ve been in a constant rush for the past few days, we came by quite a few stops to collect the other slaves that the Slavers were supposed to deliver, as of now, we were here in one of their bases to collect the other slaves held there and unlike all the other slaves, I am not chained with iron chains. Instead, I am handcuffed with silver, shackled hands and

He had initially been correct, thinking that saving that they were compensated with slaves because the fury that incited in my mate made everything else pale in comparison. Her hands held his head on either side. A projection of his thoughts gave us access to his mind. Ziyah watched scenes unfolding as vans pulling up to their pack with many of those slaves. It was entirely fucking disgusting to see how they paraded them around as if they were nothing but pets to them. It was disgusting and degrading. The image paused on one female in particular. The sound that erupted from my mate’s throat startled everyone. It was the most animalistic sound I had ever heard in my entire fucking life.

“Very well. Do you want any refreshments? I am asking just to be sure.” “Hah!” Shadow opened her first folder. “I can’t kill you. You are my talented slave. As usual.” “Very well, My Lord. Also, I am very grateful to be granted the slave title.” He bowed yet again even though his mouth was full of sarcasm. Shadow clicked her tongue, but maintained her smile. With that last word, Midas disappeared, leaving the amused Ajiad, Dhia, and Aulia and a scared massive man. “Wow, Midas receives no wrath.”

I had to keep reminding myself: not here; I couldn’t throw up here. Once we got back to the shack, I went towards my assigned area. Kamala and I were placed towards the corner. We slept on piles of straw and remained in our chains. They were afraid of what we’d do if they took away the chains. These chains were the only things keeping us from transferring into our wolf forms. They kept us weak. As stated, on the wooden walls of the shack, there was a long piece of paper with the names of the noble families. After what felt like a lifetime of silence, one of the slaves, Stasha, stood and made her way toward the paper.

she gasped, "she's got you there. I can maybe see you fucking his ass with your eyes closed if we shaved it, or even letting him suck your cock if you closed your eyes and pretended it was one of us, but I can't imagine you sucking his cock. It would be difficult to pretend you're doing anything other than sucking another prick. You may as well suck Master William's dick, save Julia the trouble and you all the mental anguish." Everyone started laughing harder, even William Thornhill and my parents. "I'll gladly cede my next cock sucking to you, Master Scott, just to see you do it," Evelyn said. I was laughing too. "I forgot about that rule," I admitted. "Wait a minute," Shasta said. "There a

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.

He got turned on just by watching her touch herself sensually. A soft moan escaped from his lips, but not loud enough for Adena to hear. His manhood was growing in size, just by watching his slave take a bath. He never thought he would lust after his slave like this. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful slave he had ever had, with defined curves. He watched as she ran her fingers through her hair, then caressed her n!pples and how she let the shower pour on her wounded back. "F*ck" he breathed out. He was turning her on so bad that he almost lost control. He wanted to pounce on her inside the shower, right there. But he wasn't going to let himself stoop that low, she was a slave.

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

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.

“You promise me a home after you have your heir, and that you’ll never hurt me, or use that… that power on me. And I will give you everything you’ve asked. If I don’t, well… it sounds like I’d be dead anyway.” He was still gaping, but as if he’d caught himself doing it, his eyes suddenly hooded and his mouth snapped shut. “That you would,” he muttered. I nodded. “So… what do you have to lose?” ***** ~ CASIMIR ~ It was a fascinating proposal. The moment she’d said she’d give herself to me willingly, my cock had twitched. Then, when she named herself a slave… my power surged. Even now, it raged in my veins as if it could reach through my skin to take her.