Shadow Slave Reaction Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I stammered, my voice shaky, but he only chuckled darkly and leaned in closer. "Why?" he whispered. "You disobeyed me, little slave. Don’t you think you deserve to be punished?" His words sent a shiver down my spine as his presence consumed me. "When a slave disobeys, they must face consequences. You’ve been flaunting yourself, tempting others. Now, I’m merely showing you the consequences of your actions."

I patted the bottom of the plug. "Thank you for agreeing to let me share your husband." "He's not shared yet. Master was right. You had a brief erotic glimpse of slavery. You may not last twenty-fours at Mistress Dark's. She's demanding and your ass will burn. Your nipples will go into harsh nipple clamps. Your tits and cunt will be whipped. It's very possible you'll not last. I was ready for this through my reading, my imagination. It prepared me for my slavery. You know nothing yet. I wonder if I would have lasted had I started with Mistress Dark?"

“I know, but I’m not going to just keep quiet while doing something I hate.” “Look what we have here.” I raised my head and saw three male slaves coming towards the pit. They dumped the waste they had carried in buckets into the pit before turning to us. We were already walking away fast in order to avoid them but they were fast and soon caught up with us. “I like the red head,” one commented. “The brunette is better. Which one do you like, Sammy?” “I like the brunette. She’s so beautiful. Look at those long legs, and that perky bouncy butt.”

Slowly, he raised his head and dared to gaze at Shadow. “Do you mean it?” She nodded. “Really?” Nodded yet again. He shifted his gaze at Syaza that still stood still. Yet, Shadow didn’t release her from the spell. There’s only one thing he must do to appease her. “What do you want to do to us?” A small angelic smile crept up her face. “You are a good one.” She hummed. [Do you want to be my personal slave?] “Slavery is forbidden, Your Holiness.”

Her body trembled with a mix of anger and shame as she fought desperately to hold back the torrent of tears that streamed down her face. "That bastard," she choked out between shaky breaths, her voice trembling with pain. "How could he do this to me, especially in front of so many people? How can I ever face them again?" Her mind reeled with despair as she realized that even a slave's reputation now held more value than her own.

I had never seen this vulnerable side of her before, and it shook me to my core. I opened my mouth, ready to pull her into a comforting embrace, but I quickly reined in the urge. "You will donate your blood to Carol," I stated firmly. "Whether you like it or not, You have no say in the matter, and I am not giving you the reward anymore, remember, you are still my slave."

Her heart was beating so fast. "Oh, God!! This can't be!" She mumbled as pain seared through her heart. She felt heartbroken She has watched so many movies and read a lot of stories on how s****x slaves were treated and now she's going to pass through the same fate. No! No! This can't be! "If this is a dream, I want to wake up from it" she whispered and closed her eyes briefly, letting tears flow freely from her eyes, down her cheeks. Alfred shot her uncle Damon a deadly glare and he quickly replaced his smile with a straight face.

“It does when wanting is the thing they punish.” Her heart stutters. “Then stop.” His eyes darken. “I’ve tried.” That confession cracks something open inside her. She shakes her head, backing away. “This is exactly what we can’t do.” “What?” he asks softly. “Be honest?” “Be human,” she snaps. “This contract doesn’t allow for that.” He laughs under his breath, humorless. “Neither did my childhood. I survived that too.” The words cut deeper than he intended. She sees it immediately—the reflexive defense, the walls snapping back into place.

she said and he smiled widely whilst nodding, he love the thought of making his mistress happy. Jamie still know himself and all that he was feeling and thinking but the slave craving was so prominent that he love it so much so that he started to take Sophie as his priority, his slave craving is like a arousal, extreme arousal that made one not to care for anything but to get pleasured first, that was his feeling for the slave, everything can wait until his angel appreciated him first, when he heard Angel he decide that he would put the slave craving on hold for now and start executing his plans.

I said with a tone of finality. “This is your first day as a slave. Why don’t you wait and see, aren't you jumping into conclusions so soon my sweetest doll?” His face turned offended. Yes I like it. I love to get him mad if that will make him tell me the truth I’m itching to hear. “Is it because of me you stopped the Slave bank? I can see your slaves; they don’t look like one. They eat well, dress and are excited to be here. Are you redefining things and making up for the past?”