Slave Mind Bg3 Novels & Stories

It was already clear, Natalia was the chosen one… Many of the slaves sighed in relief, still holding into the hope of being rescued someday if they were to survive long enough… The creature walked towards Natalia, as it grabbed her with his hands, extending like tentacles, his head was that of a terrifying octopus, with sharp yellow eyes and long tentacles covering its black beak… it was an infamous race of abominations that often belonged to the Chaotic Evil faction… Mindflayers! Mindflayers nourished themselves by devouring brains, so they often bought many slaves which they nourished and kept alive, and then chosen them once a week or two weeks, as they didn't need to eat as much other th

They are those slaves that lives and breathings mining. Even in the slave world, there's competition. Every slave's dream is to become King's Slave or Master's Slave because of the attention they'll be getting. Because it makes them feel special that they're wanted by people of upper class. As Lyra watched two slaves fight for who will suck their master's thick organ, she concluded that she can never understand them. This world she found herself in. King Ryker shoots occasionally glances at her. His eyes scrutinizing her face, and she gets lost in the look, the world drowning out.

Her arms are crossed, and her expression holds a mix of defiance and disdain. I let out an exasperated sigh, my voice tinged with fatigue. "Lola, can we please just have a moment of peace? What's this you're doing?" Lola looks at me with disgust, a stern expression etched upon her face. "You need to learn your place, Nyx. This is my territory, and you can't just waltz around and do whatever you want. You're nothing but a slave, and you seem to be forgetting."

With a shaken voice, Agnes said, Her world spinning, Her hands shaking as she clutched the wheel. Her stare was lost in the past revealing the discontent on her stormy face. Some long-forgotten thoughts started to emerge, and a longing for love intertwined with the longing for death. They were probably at least a few hundred years back in time, in a world that was not as familiar to Agnes. Minerva, which at that time was but the junior sister of the great goddess, was once on an errand. While posing as a slave, she had infiltrated the household of Lykain, a third-generation werewolf lord.

I swallowed, and all the courage I had vanished. “ Let me go." I begged, getting on my knees. But I knew it wasn't going to work. And the evil laugh he had just let out at me proved it even more. Prey to fear, my thin legs trembled, my pain intensified, and my eyes widened with horror. My whole soul was in turmoil, and reality was in front of me. I was going to become a thing. A slave... And my master, my master, was surely going to make me regret every second of coming into the world.

"What are you? A stupid sorcerer?" The frustration could be seen in their faces. "We have something important to discuss," he told her and turned to look at me. "You're now my personal slave but this doesn't make you greater or bigger than the other slaves. You're just like every other slave, stupid and useless. You'll continue to work with them until the new competition." He told me. I frowned. A new competition? What did that mean? Was there going to be twists I didn't expect? Since they wanted me out of their miserable lives, I knew they would do anything they could to make me weak.

Pausing for a moment, she thought quickly and spoke as calmly as possible, "You know Bo Corporation, right? I work there as a section head in the marketing department. My daughter is missing and I’m in a hurry to find her. If you take me back now, I can give you enough money to have fun all night! You can have any kind of woman you want then!" The driver showed no sign of turning around or stopping. After she finished speaking, he suddenly burst into loud laughter, the echoes bouncing back and forth, sounding terrifying. "You mean you want to pay me to find a high‑class prostitute? I’m not interested. I prefer other people’s wives. Miss, there’s no need to be scared. I told you when you got

He is experienced and very popular for his skills in healing people whom no other healer can. Cadmus is feeling frustrated and helpless. He is believing that Valerie holds the information that helps Irina, but still, she refused to help them. "That slave, this is all because of that slave. I will kill her" he announced with anger. Sanador is feeling the same. "Your highness, that slave girl seems to indulge in some black magic. Look how she turned our prince against us. I am sure she has her eyes set on this throne. I think it would be better to kill her. Or else, we might lose this kingdom along with our prince" he provoked Cadmus further.

This was my Plan B. I told Tina, "The rules for being a slave are simple, but like the rules of chess the implications are not. The first rule is that you must obey my every command without hesitation. The second rule is that you must never wear underwear unless I specifically tell you to. The third rule is that you must never allow yourself to orgasm unless I give you permission. The fourth and last rule is that you must always refer to me as 'Master' or 'Sir'. For the next two weeks you will follow these rules. All violations will be met with punishment." "I understand, Sir," Tina replied.

I stared at him wondering what he was trying to do. He leaned close to me. "Use your head, Zale, else you'll lose everything because of a slave." He warned while I gave everyone seated one last stare.