Slave Ahsoka Novels & Stories

said Amar with a smile staring at Axelina's innocent body in front of him right now. Will God give Axelina a chance to be happy, or vice versa? Axelina is forced to be Amar Trixeon's sex slave for the rest of her miserable life.

I’ve seen slaves and maids sneak down there before, sometimes for stolen goods, sometimes for sex, sometimes for things I don’t want to think about. So I know it leads somewhere, and tonight, it’s going to lead me out of here. This morning, I woke up a slave, but once, I was Serena, heir to the Silverpine Pack. Daughter of an Alpha. Luna in-waiting. I remember the way my pack and family looked at me with respect, with pride. I remember power. I was supposed to lead. To protect. Now, when people look at me, all they see is a slave, but I refuse to die as one.

Though truth be told, I did little more than wait my turn, yet my body has already decided that it's done enough for the day. Tossing some crispier bits of bacon and an omelette onto my plate, I make my way towards a dining table. There are three set up in the room, which sits just off of the kitchen. I plant myself at the emptiest one and feel myself tense up a little, feeling every pair of eyes at the table on me. The ones who were animatedly talking become silent as I settle down. I cringe inwardly and avoid looking at any of them. “It’s Lisandra- the slave; the bait,” I can hear a taunting voice, purposely just loud enough for me to hear.

says Allison and I can’t believe I didn’t think to invite them. With Savannah gone, Allison is quick to get things in order despite the short amount of time she has. She is very quick and detailed oriented as she doesn’t leave anything out. she even thinks to have bouquets of flowers on the table which I am not sure why that would be necessary but she insists it is. By the time she is done, Alpha Nicolai arrives at the pack house. “Where is Ahsoka?” “She went to visit Katerina and apparently some new children you took in,” he questions with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, I'm ready." Alejandro opened the door and gestured that I should enter first so I did. The room was dark until he turned the lights on. What was inside the room that made my jaw drop? It is filled with sex toys, whips, and some devices that I don't know. As in there are a lot. “I am a dominant, Chloe and you are here to be my slave."

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

He circled her nipple through her clothing and then, he pinched her so hard Lyra cried out as a thick wave of pain reverberated through her. He still held the nub tight as he looked her in the eyes. "I am not your king and I will never be your king. I am a king to my people and you're not my people. You're my slave, Lyra. My property." Danika nodded quickly, wishing he'd let go of her hurting nipple. Instead, he twisted her nipple harder that her eyes watered. "You will address me as your master, and you will serve me. Just like my servants... only more."

“She says that Hermes kidnapped a pregnant slave named Brianna Campbell and…” “That’s her!” I pointed out almost hysterically, interrupting him. “She is the one. Do you believe me now? Or are you going to doubt this one too?” I cocked a furious brow, a clear indication I was angry with his nonchalant attitude towards this matter.

he pleaded, like a desperate man. “So you can sleep at night? So you can think you rescued me and I should owe you. No, Hadis. Whatever we had is long dead. My heart is dead, my soul is corrupted. I won't leave, not now, not ever. You will see me suffer and you will see me die in this shitty place. That's your karma.” Ashlia's words send a shudder so powerful through my body that I almost slunk to the ground. I closed my eyes, trying to breathe through the pain. She has been wronged in ways that she didn't even think she deserved happiness.

“What did you say?” “The human,” he said, unflinching. “The one you are keeping here like a guest. Her scent reaches the outer halls. They all know she’s here. Of course, she’s only a slave and won’t last long. But it’s been four days. She eats with us and drinks our water.” “And your point?” I asked. “If it’s a pet you want, my king,” Valassan added, more measured, “a she-wolf would be a more suitable choice.”