Novel & Cerita Shadow Slave Reaction Fanfiction

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?”

he flinched when the mafia roared. "SHUT UP. Did I give you the permission to talk? Huh?" The other lowered his eyes and gulped with fear and murmured in barely audible voice. "Sorry” but Jonathan heard it clearly. "You are exact slave material. This the exact respect you are supposed to give your master" For Jonathan those were just words but for Aiden that was like dagger steeping inside his chest for like 100 times. Slave Am I a slave now? Slave No, I'm not.

She can only keep working here as a slave and endure being molested for the goddess knows how long. “What have I done to deserve all this?” She thought to herself as she cried even more. She picked up her clothes and began to wear them slowly. Some of the slaves watched from a distance and felt pity for her, while others laughed about it. She raised her head, seeing how all the other slaves were reacting, as she got up and wore her clothes.

"Slaves are delicious creatures who are subject to the whims of their Master at any time." I moaned loudly, my legs spreading for his fingers, my arms going around his neck and kissing his chest as he finger fucked me. My Master made me cum in front of them, for their viewing pleasure. Once again, I felt like the slutty slave girl seducing the sales clerk, Gwen, or the needy, pathetic slave who enticed Sharon to ease my suffering; all of them strangers to me except for Lisa and Zoe and I felt so wanton, such a slave.

as if I don’t feel bad enough, he comes and tells me that. “I know man but I just lost it when I heard that she wanted to leave.” I told him and he raised an eyebrow at me. “So, what if she wants to leave, why does it bother you so much that she wants to leave? She must be tired of being your slave and just wants out” he says and I could not control my anger as I banged the table. “She is never leaving me! She is mine and will always be!” he gives me the knowing look. “I think I know what is going on here.” He says and I turned away from him and looked out the window. “Yeah, she is my slave, I am the one who is going to release her when I want to.” I tell him still not looking at him.

Sharriah said, bowing her head down, as she held her legs, as if her life depended on it, she did not Care if she was naked or not, what mattered to her at that moment was to survive, "OK, I will, now go dress up" Fiona said, watching as the slave left her legs and left the bathroom, the slave did not seem to hide her nakedness like before, and she was able to see her naked back, she have a nice shape, that will cause men drilling over her, she definitely is beautiful. Fiona waved her head in pity, such a pretty young girl had to be subjected to slavery. "Am done with my clothe Miss Fiona"

I said, hoping to encourage her, to let her know that there might still be a chance for her to find joy. But she shook her head slowly. "A slave will always be a slave," she said, her voice tinged with a quiet sadness. "I can't be in a relationship that gives me the illusion of equality. That illusion of freedom can be dangerous, because when it ends, facing reality is unbearable."

In the face of adversity, I would rise, for I knew deep within me that the strength of my spirit was far greater than the shackles that bound me. As my tears subsided and a glimmer of determination sparked within me, a chilling laughter echoed through the room. I turned, my eyes widening in disbelief, to see Leah standing there, a wicked smile dancing upon her lips. Her clapping hands filled the air, taunting me with their mocking applause. "Oh, Bloom, how pathetic you are," Leah sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Crying and wishing for a different life? Dreaming of a world where you're not a lowly slave? It's truly laughable."

Satisfied with her reaction, Sheryl walked over and knelt beside her, grabbing her face. “You belong to me Olivia” she whispered. “You are my slave. And you’ll stay that way until you die.” Tears mixed with sweat and blood on her cheeks. And her lips trembled as her skin was blistering, sending her into an excruciating pain. “All your little dreams of running away and finding a mate to unite with, they’re useless. I’ll crush every single one,” Sheryl said. “You don’t get to escape me. As long as I'm alive, you'll remain my slave and by my side till you die” she vowed.