Shadow Slave Reaction Novels & Stories

Brandon and Matt shared a smirk before Brandon turned back to his boy and said, "That's good, boy, but I want to know how you actually feel about what you're experiencing and how all of this makes you feel. I know you are a good little loyal slave fuckboy, so you don't have to spout out the training rhetoric to me right now. I want you to pretend that you are still a free boy and have the right to voice your opinion on sucking a hard cock, swallowing hot cum, having your asshole fucked by a thick cock, feeling the warmth as your asshole is bred with hot man seed, and you are forced to kiss a gay man that enjoys kissing young boys like you. Tell me what you really feel, boy. You will be doing

Everything was slow and methodical, as though he was savoring each second of my misery. As I glanced to the side, I saw the two slaves standing there, watching us in silence. They were staring at me, but I could see that they were feeling more than sympathy. There was another thing. satisfaction. A perverse sense of fulfillment. I remembered they had been in my shoes before. They watched now, aware that, like them, I was the one who was under Cain's influence. Maybe they saw my humiliation and found a sense of relief in it. Maybe they were pleased that it wasn’t them anymore, that the attention had shifted to me. But I didn’t care about them. Not now. Not while Cain was treating me like this

I’m crying now, my forehead pressed against the cold stone. "You’re nothing but a hole to us.” He lands the paddle with one last, heavy strike that leaves me seeing stars. "A place to dump our stress and our cum. Never forget your place again, or I’ll strip the skin off these pretty cheeks myself. Do you understand me, slave?" "Yes... Yes, Sir!" I cry out, my body twitching from the sting. The floor bites into my knees as I hang there, panting, my whole backside burning with heat. I think he is going to let me breathe for a second, but his dark voice breaks the silence.

"The only mercy you will show me is death. I'd be lucky if you would do it right now. In fact, I will celebrate in hell after you take my life." The slave chuckled with truthfulness in her words. However, even in the darkness, he can faintly see her shivering form and, no doubt, admires her courage for blatantly speaking up. Alexander has no more words to say. The slave before him is as stubborn as a spoiled kid and she is getting on his nerves again. He went closer to her and she was seething with fury boiling up to her face. Yet she flinched when he raised his hand, expecting him to b*tch slap her. But in truth it was an instinctive defense mechanism in case he would slap her soul out of h

Blocking her 5'2" frame from view completely. Rosy is sweet and confident, but she has never done well against bullies. And these three are the biggest bullies we have ever faced. "Elaborate, and we might come without a struggle," I say, trying to buy us time while learning as much as I can. "If we elaborate completely, you will become even more frightened, sugar, .....but..... since you asked nicely. ......There are three different slave types that you could be sold for. Sex slave, regular slave, and blood slave. For example, you are tall, beautiful, and strong. Perfect for being a sex slave or maid. Your friend is petite, timid, and beautiful. She fits with all three categories. We shall

he said and I turned to go to the kitchen when he said, "But I am surprised that you didn't get lost." He was hoping for me to get lost?? As expected of him. I turned to look at him irritated. "You were hoping for me to get lost, right? Don't worry I will take care of myself till I pay you back and get my watch back."I answered him back irritated. "Very well. That's a good thing to know. I am impressed with your sincerity, slave." he said and smirked. I gave him a fake smile and said, "Ok. I will go and have my dinner."

No kindness, no care, no reprieve—especially not after trying to escape. Her lips quivered as a darker thought surfaced, chilling her to her core. What if this was a façade? What if he planned to share her, to parade her around as some kind of twisted entertainment, forcing her to perform degrading, unspeakable acts in front of an audience? She had heard those stories too. The slaves who were returned—battered and hollow-eyed—had recounted every harrowing detail of their torment.

I find that my wolf beams with pride, and as we watch her a deeper fondness sparks. She tries to calm the hyperventilating human, a kind hand on her shoulder as she asks her if the accusations against her are true. A shrill voice full of disdain and anger insists that it is, and my gaze flashes up to the second slave who speaks. She and the tall slave seem to be rather close. I stare at the being for a moment, disgust emitting off me the more she speaks. But Shade handles this calmly as the human reveals what it is that she has been accused of stealing.

No one has ever touched her like this, and she was conflicted about this new experience. His fondling of her body became increasingly uncomfortable, she groaned and move a bit away from him. He gave her a questioning look. "I can't do this," She said slowly and not that loud. Lord Simon chuckled hearing her, this is the first time a slave will deny him and stand up to him. "Interesting," He thought with a smirk. "You can't do this" He walked toward his bed and sat on it.

"Ok, now you will remove these wet clothes of yours and put them here." It was a metal box that looked like a barbecue. As she did what she had been asked, she felt even more humiliated. She would have preferred them to strip her. She was kneeling in her own urine and shit and was told to get naked in front of them. She took her time and they did not seem to be upset. But she couldn't help felling aroused at the situation of shame and nakedness. She put her clothes in the box, and they poured a liquid on them before igniting a fire. There was no way back: her clothes were burnt. She had imagined this to engrave the idea that there was no turning back into the future slave's mind. Now she was