Shadow Slave Reaction Novels & Stories

"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?"

She thought, She felt someone holding her hands again, and she was shocked at the touch she felt, sparks raged through her body, "Who did these to you slave" The man asked now, verbally, and she bowed her head in shame, no matter how kind the man treated her, she won't still be a normal human, but a slave, something in her hurt, and then she decided to escape from the man, if they live the black market, remembering the man's question, "It was caused by a guard" She said, her eyes meeting Farin, who looked at her with disdain, and she wished the guard would be punished well for all the crimes he committed to the slaves in the establishment,

“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.”

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 .

Miss Scarlett glared at me with anger evident in her eyes but I also did return her glare. "Are you insane?", The slave girl quickly dragged me outside. "You keep pissing off those females, we all gonna go down", She snarled again when I didn't respond to her. I didn't care but on the other side, her words made me feel bad for the slaves. That meant that once one of the slaves disobey then , everyone gets punished.

After all, it is an affront for a slave to sit at the table. But I'm not going to argue with my Master's decisions, I might even be punished later, but for now, I'm just playing my part, I keep my head down, but I feel that everyone is evaluating my movements, all eyes are on me and I try to have an as little reaction as possible.

A horseman killed the two slaves I was working with ,they were too frightened to move or they had already accepted their fate. I wasn't like that so I ran when the horseman was getting close to me to kill me. I ducked and he passed. I continued running and he reversed Immediately. "You don't know when to give up, do you?" he shouted. I ran and picked up a shovel. I could hear the screams of the other slaves. I wasn't going to die here after all this suffering. He got down from his horse. He laughed "Wanna play" he said and swing's his sword. I dodged and swung the shovel at him which he easily cut and drew me closer, he was about to kill me.

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

She asked stopping to look at me. “He talked like his speech was rehearsed,” I replied. “Almost like he repeats those words to himself before a mirror.” “Now that's weird.” She said with a frown. “Why exactly will he rehearse his words?” She asked, scrunching her face in thought. “I really have no idea.” I shrugged. “what exactly makes someone a slave in your pack?” she asked, sitting down beside me.” “Well, they are either prisoners of war, people that committed grievous offences or people I bought with money.” I replied.

The guards were around but they didn't lay their hands on me as they watched me walk out of Idris's chambers. Walking calmly, l began exploring most of the places where the slaves we're. All the slaves were looking at me as if I had two heads and several menacing tentacles. My eyes fall on the bitch that slammed my head against the metallic bed. She was sweating, filling up the buckets of water. I felt sad for her this time. I didn't feel as if her gaze was mockery, Superiority or disgust like last time. Her together with her group looked rather shocked and maybe jelousy. They were acting as if l transformed from an extremely ugly caterpillar into a multicolored butterfly.