Shadow Slave Novels & Stories

I thought of screaming for help, but then again, who would help a slave that was being sold for a ridiculous amount? Slave, s3x slave… a new life I never thought would be attached to my name. Once a princess and now a slave, who would have thought things don't last forever. The happiness, the joy, the laughter, families, friends, and so on would last forever. Nothing seems to be forever. Just a snap of the finger and everything will be erased, leaving nothing but darkness, sorrow, pain, and death.

I asked. "Yes." I shivered and my pussy clamped down on his cock. "She recommended several items which every slave owner should have and she demonstrated them on Slut." "Was Slut pretty?" "She was a little on the plump side, but curvy and she looked delicious naked. Mistress Dark showed me a St. Andrews cross and a pillory, Slut showing them off. It was when Slut was in the pillory with her head at cock level, Mistress Dark offered her mouth to me."

Blocking her 5'2" frame from view completely. Rosy is sweet and confident, but she has never done well against bullies. And these three are the biggest bullies we have ever faced. "Elaborate, and we might come without a struggle," I say, trying to buy us time while learning as much as I can. "If we elaborate completely, you will become even more frightened, sugar, .....but..... since you asked nicely. ......There are three different slave types that you could be sold for. Sex slave, regular slave, and blood slave. For example, you are tall, beautiful, and strong. Perfect for being a sex slave or maid. Your friend is petite, timid, and beautiful. She fits with all three categories. We shall

"Please... don't do this. I’ve never... nobody has ever touched me. Please, Cassius!" "You're begging? I spent ten years begging! Every time Gideon or Draven used me as a punching bag, I begged. And you know what they said? They said a slave has no right to words. You aren't a Duke's son anymore. You’re my property. My personal toy." "Stop! It hurts! You're breaking my skin!" "Crying won't help you here. This is the first payment on a debt that can never be settled. From the moment your father’s heart stopped, you became my asset. My slave. My ghost. I am your Master now, and you will learn to obey."

the slave said, struggling to his feet. Damien scoffed. “Are you seriously blackmailing us?” The slave shook his head. “If I tell the world the truth, they wouldn't believe me, no man would believe a woman is leading the men's army, so right now, I'm begging for my life with my service.” “How can a slave be of any use to us?” One of my mother's guards scoffed.

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.

The darkness of the night covered her miserable and terrified face. “You bitch! I was being nice to you, and this is how you repay me!” The driver shouted furiously. He pulled her hair backward with all his might, while his other hand slapped her face hard. Dirty and abusive words poured out of his mouth. “How dare you slap my face!”

She scoffed. “Listen to me.” I facepalmed. “No, you listen to me. I don't need your fucking help, okay? You can't keep using me and expect me to keep quiet about it. I am not like the other slaves. I am entitled to voice out my opinion and speak up whenever I'm wronged. You can throw me out of your pack if you're offended by my outbursts. At least, I would die a rogue and forget about this bullshit!” She exclaimed and was about to leave, but I drew her back and hugged her.

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

They all bowed to him and looked at the demure girl who was behind him with curiosity. He came to a stop and looked at Penny in the most condescending manner. “This is my humble abode, and you are welcome… to join my servants… to be my slave.” He laughed and his laughter reverberated inside the walls. “This is the last I am going to see you ever. So join the ranks you belong to, you mountain hillbilly and don’t even think of crossing the paths with me, because—” he clenched his jaw with anger, “because next I see you I am going to throw you in a dungeon!” Penny stared at him with wide eyes. “I will kill myself before I work as a slave,” she said with fury rising inside.