Shadow Slave Novels & Stories

“Yеаh, but next time уоu nееd tо take it tо thе nеxt lеvеl, a girl еxресtѕ mоrе from hеr ѕlаvе.” “Slаvе?” hе аѕkеd іn аmuѕеmеnt. “Yеаh, рlеаѕurе slave.” He сhuсklеd as hіѕ lірѕ рrеѕѕеd аgаіnѕt mу еаr. “Thеn I’d bеttеr ѕеrvе уоu wеll, madam.”

"You're a damn equalizer," she tries to slap me again, and I stop her, but I don't stop there. Just as she disrespected me, I feel entitled to do the same and without thinking, I slap her, leaving her paralyzed. "Don't try to touch me for the rest of your fucking life, I warned you, I won't let myself be humiliated, and I won't let a wretch like you lay a hand on me. I don't owe you anything! I don't owe you shit and let me tell you something, your son enjoys having sex with me, he follows me, he wants to be with me and neither you nor anyone else will take that away from him."

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

We've been following you since you rani" said Haya. "Is it this way, you even followed my sister up to your partners! Well currently, observe your partner and how we will treat you!" pointed out Marco as he walked over to her and tried to shake Haya's hand. Either way, Haya immediately escaped and hit Marco so hard that he crashed starting at the beginning of the opener. "You bitch!!!" Tony suddenly canned her hard slapped her hard. He was surprised when Tony slapped him so he was unable to keep away from it. Two men with him again walked up to him and held him by both hands, so he was unable to move. Tony moved towards him once more and pulled out his hair

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.

“Saying something, old man?” “Do we really need to guard this lady along with you, Boss?” He sounded like pissed or something. I scoffed. Boss, huh? “I’m telling this to Adam!” Seeing Francisco and his ugly apprentice makes my blood boiled. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have been putted in this kind of situation! Imagining being in someone's hands, who’s dangerous and could kill you in the blink of an eye. Who would be happy, huh? Adam has the upper hand and controls me based on what he wants. It’s like he’s my master and I’m his slave. Following all his orders until he says so.

The place is dead silent as no one said a thing. "Slave number ten going for $200,000.000,” she said. "Going, going, gone! Congratulations No X, Come claim your slave."

James’s obsession with my dad after three centuries was out of my mind, why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut like a good friend. I took a deep breath as the silver seeping through my veins stopped eventually and replied, “I raised my hand at Shyla, James. How can I call myself a man after hurting a woman?” James nodded, understanding my point and told me. “The head warrior said that they don’t keep records of sexual services of slaves. An average omega starts serving their superiors after fifteen...” His long speech about the Blood Moon Pack made me realize two things: One, Shyla was an extraordinary woman who had survived the hardships of slavery.

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

I had lose my personal guards too because normally I always get a twinge if something of this nature was going to happen. That slave girl was useless, she could not even shift into wolf form, except to be submissive and lay like a log of wood, she couldn't perfect shy other jobs properly. She couldn't even give a mind-blogging blow job but yet I kept her. Each slave was given their regular, and very much deserved dose of punishment once in a short while, for them to remember their places and who it was they belonged to. And every slave ended up submissive and reduced to nothing but a crying worshipping mess every time.