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“Let`s hope it won`t get to that, Mastermind.” A wise man once asked, “What would they write about my grave? A free man born as a king, and died as a slave?” They say a slave is a person who is legally owned by another person and is forced to work for them by any means. But with us, people, we illegally make people our slaves by what we benefit from them. Treating them like cookie-cutter crap. But what should we, as slaves, do? We should benefit as they do. That’s 50/50. However, I had to do what I had to do.

Seraphina’s POV As I waited for my meeting with the Riddle family’s leader, I couldn’t help but think back to the stories I had heard about slaves. Moonbane had never practiced slavery within our borders, but that didn’t mean I was ignorant of the world outside. Helena had told me stories—dark, unsettling ones—about the conditions that slaves endured in other parts of the world. They were property, bought and sold without a second thought. Their fates were determined not by their own choices, but by the whims of their owners.

he forced a smile. "So please I will need your help," she opened her book. "We were given an assignment to write down the history of Shade and a bit about Castle." "Story time it is. Now pay attention," he sat next to her. "During the 18th century," he began. "When slavery was the hit of the time, the white men randomly purchased slaves from the local chiefs themselves, who were greedy and selfish. Castle happened to be born by some of the slaves who were taken and growing up he lived as a high servant in the house of his master. He was loved, treated as mostly equal to the other white servants. And all that ended in a day, when news of his affair with his Master's only daughter Eva, reache

She was pointing again, but not at me—instead, to the window behind me. I looked outside at the clouds, where shadows had spilled over the sky. Something caught my eye, and I noticed two particularly dark shadows above the boughs. They were bleary at first as they were hidden behind plumes of smoke—then they emerged, dipping into the clear open sky above. A chorus of screams filled the room, and slaves pulled relentlessly on their chains and collars. “What is that?” they screamed. “Oh my god, we’re going to die!” One particular slave was jerking violently at the leather of her collar. “Get this thing off of me!”

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?"

Poppy assured, seeing the sad look on Imogen's face. "I know" She nodded while Poppy smiled. "That shameless wretch, she managed to seduce the master and his cousin. Then manipulate them into freeing her as a slave, I hate her. She is more worst than Isabella" "At least that means the position of the lord's favourite slave is opened, if we managed to seduce him then we also get to be free," Another slave said, as they murmured among them not minding if Imogen was listening. Poppy hissed at them and patted Imogen's left shoulder

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

I watched her as she walked almost shyly towards the pool like she didn’t know that she was perfect. She dived into the water while I slid into a bench to watch. She transformed immediately she got into the water. It was as if she had just been tossed into her element. Gone was the shy woman I had just washed. In the water she turned into a sexy and confident woman who acted like she knew what she was doing. Now that was a part of her I wanted to see more of. I knew she had in her, but slavery had stripped it all off. I wanted her to return to her old self, the one she was before her life became a mess. I was pretty sure she had not always been so insecure. This was making me starting to ret

Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

Scott!, That was what I wanted to say with pride. I could see myself doing it and naming all his promises to me. I'm sure even if didn't Scott would find a way of bringing me out of the tight corner. A slap landed on my face, bringing me back to the reality. “She is pregnant and smiling to herself, Is it a thing to be happy about?”. I felt my world crashing as I realized that indeed a slave wasn't permitted to get pregnant just like it was rumored.