Shadow Slave Reaction Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She whispered to her ears ,her voice low and calmed . Lydia on her part ,Stared at her like she had seen a ghost. "While others are working their foot out ,All you do is walk around,like a slut in this pack , changing from one man to another "She yelled at her . Cora stared at her ,she wasn't smiling at her words as the other slaves laughed wholeheartedly at her words .She winced ,not able to say a word .Just like before,it felt like another part of her had been completely shattered .

"I'm scared and ashamed, Domina." "Elaborate." "If you'd suggested to me this morning I would find myself in this position because I'd cum while being whipped, I'd never have believed it. The fact I could makes me ashamed. Now I'm afraid I might be like you, Domina; a slave." "I'm not ashamed of being a slave, though I can see why you might think it's shameful. I'm proud to be a sex slave. It's been the most rewarding time of my life. I'm the happiest I've ever been. Why should you be any different?"

The tight grip of her claw was about to crush my bones as he spat out in disdain, “What’s so special about a mere slave that you are allowed to step into this dignified place? No education, no manners, and a below-average body. That’s all you got? Even my servants will not fuck a skank like you.” She pushed me to the wall and my head collided with the hard surface, showing me stars during the day. A trail of blood erupted from the wound inflicted by sheer force; my hand flew to my forehead as ripples of pain trembled my figure. It was officially the end of my patience, hinting that it was time to show them who the real Shyla Alford was.

“And weren’t the bodies of me and my brother that you stared at earlier enough for you?” Her face went even paler. Or…” I continued. My voice dropped lower. “…is my body part of the drink I told you to get me?” I stared straight at her face. Her whole face went bright red. Like a damn tomato left out in the sun. She couldn’t even talk. Just stood there with her mouth opening and closing. She probably sits around daydreaming about male assess when nobody’s watching. This slave is really starting to get on my last nerve.

I spun around quickly but there was no one there, I shook it off as nothing. "Anyway, it’s hardly any of my business. They’re free to think whatever they want." I smiled at her. "Okay." At first she looked shocked at my utterance, but then smiled back. I paused when I felt a strange energy, someone was glaring hard at me like they wanted me dead. I turned and swallowed when I saw the head slave, she stood with her group of slave friends. "The slut is finally here." She said, I stepped back, her insult making a weird surge of anger run through my body.

I have a nice room which he barely stays in, yet he is in the slave quarters, in that nonsensical room of that slave? I felt so hollow inside, my chest so heavy for me to bear. I tried to overlook it but I couldn't at all. The more I thought about it, it hurt me. What the fùck could they be doing now if not fùcking themselves like whores? How filthy that lady is to always disclose her filthy pùssy for my alpha, yet has no atom of shame. Now that Vander is there, will he still believe that she spoiled the mask? I was waiting for him to growl at everyone out of anger at what the slave did to him, but now…

It didn’t sound realistic to me either. “You’re right, I was just bought from the underground society, but can’t slaves change their lives? You see, I am the one standing before you while you are there kneeling with shackles in your hands and legs. You’re looking down on me because I’m a lowly slave even when I don’t look like one, but who looks like a poor dog right now?” Nikolai growled and tried to claw me but he couldn’t because of his shackles. I gave him a small smile, which pissed him off more.

I heard the slave let out a sigh of relief which made me stopped from moving. “One hundred lashes for this ambitious slave. Make sure to feed her with nothing but dishwater for three days,” I commanded without looking back. I heard her pleading voice as I slowly ascended the steps while my men were taking her to the dungeon. That was what she get from tainting my furniture and acting like my fucking equal.

Perhaps, if she pleased him enough, she would be more than a mere slave. "Faster, baby," Victor growled, the sound reverberating through the dark stone walls of his chamber. The slave eagerly obeyed, tightening herself around him, desperate for any scrap of affection. Victor's release came swiftly; he grunted, gripping her hips as he emptied himself inside her. "That was amazing, baby," he muttered lazily. The slave collapsed beside him, beaming with pride. "Does that mean I’m free?" she whispered, eyes wide with hope. Victor turned to her, a sly smirk playing on his lips. His fingers brushed down her soft pale skin, almost tender. "Yes."

Not allowing her to move and hurting in the process. “You are hurting me!” Leanda whimpered, “Please let me go,” she cried. "Shut up!" he barked. "Don't you dare talk back to me! You're nothing but a slave, and you should stay in your lane!" Leanda's heart shattered into a million pieces at his words. She couldn't believe that the man she loved could speak to her in such a way. Few hours ago he was making her feel like a Queen in his palace, he made her feel beautiful and above everyone else, and now he had reduced her back to being a slave, she couldn’t believe it.