Shadow Slave Novels & Stories

I paused for just a fraction of a second, resting the heavy stone against my thigh to straighten my violently throbbing lower back. CRACK. The deafening snap of a heavy leather whip bit into the wheelbarrow mere inches from my boots, showering my legs in wet gravel. "Hey! Keep moving, you lazy piece of shit!" the Vanguard slave master bellowed. He strode toward me through the mud, his scarred face twisted into a deeply cruel, sadistic sneer. "I know you're that pampered Silvercrest trash, but you better get it through your thick skull that this isn't your daddy's territory! Pick up the rock! You are nothing but a slave here, and you will break your back until I say you can stop!"

I said, shaking my head negatively. The man's eyebrows widened, and he smiled mockingly. “Interesting. The slave is already starting to rebel.” As soon as he had said his words, he released the chains at his feet. The latter fell to the ground with a dull thud. I saw him remove his belt in a sudden and rapid movement. It took my brain a long time to understand what he was about to do, and when I finally understood, he had already raised his belt. “No…no, I’m sorry.” I said, lowering my head, then I let out a cry of despair, holding out my wrists.

I steal a glance around me and notice that no one fives a f*ck about what Shiro is doing. “Just playing with my toy. She is getting boring these days and I need a new one.” My jaw dropped. I can’t believe those words come from a living being. “So, you're here to buy a slave? I doubt you can. This is a charity event for kids. Even if there is a high demand is slavery, I doubt they will use slaves as items for this kind of event. Shiro smirked. “I thought you already know how my sister acts. Do you think that brat cares about the rules?”

I said and forced myself to smile. “Let’s go home quickly, Senorita, so you can take a bath!” she held my hand and continued walking, her every step are fast. _ “Ouch! Yaya Celine, it hurts!” We are here in front of the gate. She stopped and looked at me. I can see the redness in my waist. Maybe it’s because of the tightness of Yaya Celine’s grip, I do have a sensitive skin. She bit her nail and noticed that her hands were shaking. “Senorita Kiara will kill me, I’m so sorry S-Senorita Shaira, I didn’t m-mean to!”

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

The crowd murmured in approval as she rotated between them, pleasuring each one with desperate skill until one finally bid high enough to claim her. I felt my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin. These women had been stripped of everything—identity, will, dignity. Reduced to numbered flesh trained to crave the cruel hands of powerful men. Slave 52. Slave 23. Slave 7. Slave 41. Each one was displayed fully naked, their chokers the only mark of ownership. When bidding lagged, they offered themselves without shame—mouths working cocks, bodies grinding, hands stroking, voices pleading. All of them conditioned to find purpose only in submission.

“I’m sorry; I don’t remember ever meeting you…” “You didn’t.”Granny shook her head, making some pure white strands of hair escape her braid. “Slaves were never allowed in front of vampire elite’s, unless it was to feed. I was a born slave. Served them for over forty years until I was no longer pretty enough to drink from.”

“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.

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.

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!