Slave Mind Bg3 Novels & Stories

The boy looked so much like her Master, Ice Pick. Oh what a dream! Suddenly, a bright light shone on her face, making her jumping out of the bed fearfully. "Seriously? You don't want to stop, do you, Ice Pick?!" She grunted with a frown as she sat on the bed and hissed loudly. "Woah!" A familiar feminine voice exclaimed, "if this is how slaves are being treated, then passing as a trainer won't be a problem for me." That voice...Sophia's eyes went wide open, "Annie is here!" Her subconscious mind screamed, and she turned to see Alice and Annie staring at her.

Lets just do it in increasing order of the first letter of your name. Ban: Well, going by that idea, first by that order, we will have Diego try this out first. Diego: Huh! Ummm.. What are you going to do? Murea: Haven’t you been listening. You are going to be a slave now. Diego: Ummmmm….What!!!

Then without hesitation, she agreed. "Yes... anything." "Eh?" "I'll be your slave!" "Slave? Don--" Then without waiting for his reply... She chanted. "I CRAP, I WILL FOLLOW THIS YOUTH. THIS IS MY SIN, BETRAYAL!" She yelled without hesitation. "Tit!" ~Congrats, host~ You have a new slave, host~ "Tit!" ~Please check the data, host.~ "This..." Luis Park was taken aback by this forced slave! Then without nothing to do, he tapped the system interface.

"Gentlemen, I don't know what has happened here today, but I suggest you get rid of this body and clean up the rest of the field. I am waiting for my compensation so I can leave, Council Members! It looks like a massacre has happened here." "Very well, um, what's your name again?" "My name is Jessblue, High Harbinger!" He looks at me and says, "Jessblue, I will have the guard bring your payment to you." Fifteen minutes later, I walk out of Bluestoria fields with my payment and the documents I had stolen from the tournament table stating I was a slave to the council members. Now, I begin my promise and journey to live life and not let anything break me down ever again. I will become stronger

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️ LGBTQ content up ahead. Don't process of you're not 18 ??? I was born a slave, and on my eighteenth birthday, I found myself summoned to the chambers of my master, Logan. As I entered the dimly lit room, the pungent odor of unwashed flesh assaulted my nostrils. Logan, a gladiator himself, hadn’t bathed in over a week. “Ben,” he growled, his muscular frame reclining on a plush couch. “Come here, boy.”

she said, her voice shaking but resolute. The Master laughed, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. “You think you have a choice? The Heart doesn’t belong to you. It never did. It’s mine by right.” “You’ll have to kill me to take it,” Sasha snapped, stepping in front of Lilith. “Gladly,” the Master said, raising his hand. Dark tendrils erupted from the ground, snaking toward Sasha and the others. Alaric lunged forward, slashing at the shadows with his sword, but the tendrils seemed endless, regenerating as quickly as they were severed.

It was time to play the cards I had. “The harbour? Well, you see, it’s the main entrance into my territory. If we give it up, then my kingdom will be surrounded by others. You can see why nobody has been willing to just give it up.” We had an agreement with the humans and now, thanks to Emanual’s little stunt, we had an agreement with the trolls, which was a very rare thing to have, but I didn’t want her to know that. “Lorenzo, what is your plan for your slaves …” She walked over to the drinks tray and poured us each a drink as if it was her home! When she handed me the drink, I tilted my head to one side.

The more Chloe focused on it, the clearer and brighter it became until it burst free of the murky depths of her soul and engulfed her mind. It was like picking up a telephone that hadn’t been used in decades. The line crackled with age and neglect and yet, the silence on the other end was heavy and thick with emotion. But it wasn’t a voice that Chloe was waiting for. She realised that the mind-link wasn’t to her friends as such but rather, to their wolves. She could feel their fear, excitement, anger and desperation. They were desperate to be free after years of being poisoned and locked away. But above all else, they wanted to reunite with their loved ones. They longed for their pack and th

Guilt seizes me as the realization of what I have just done settles in my brain. When I go to apologize for my outburst, Samara decides that it is time to free herself from my grasp. “I am not a slave.” She tells me bravely, meeting my eyes with a glare in her hazel orbs. I can feel the predatory side of me threaten to take over at the challenge Samara has just thrown down. “Get her to the mansion, Brutus.” I get out through gritted teeth before teleporting myself away from the creature that has reignited my passions that I thought was long dead.

I haven't had any conversation except when I screamed in pain. I whined at the memories clouding my head. "You were a slave before coming here? I should have noticed, your wrist has shackles marks. Your ankles too." Lana pointed and I looked at my wrist, they were badly bruised, turning a deep shade of purple and I glanced at the marks on my ankles. They were fading a tiny bit. "The Alpha has never had a slave before. So don't think you're a slave here. You're a maid and there's a huge difference between the two."