Slave Novels & Stories

VIOLET ‘ Free for claims. ’ This is a term every slave human fears significantly. It’s a term which means that the master werewolf doesn’t want their slave and anyone who wants or wins the fight can have that human - if that human survives the ferocious contest of pushing and pulling from all sides of course. It’s not like werewolves are dying to have that human as their slave who is already rejected by a master - it’s more like they enjoy the torment the human goes through.

Lily ordered them to eat. The servants served the foods to them. Clive is not used to this kind of treatment that is why he blushed while being served. "I can get for myself Miss. Thank you." Clive refused to be served. "Are you not used to be served Mr. Aster?" Lily asked. 'Clive shook his head. "We are not rich Mrs. Klatt. I am not used to being served. I think I don't deserve such thing." "It's fine. You are my guest today. Let them serve you as I ordered them." Lily stated in a calm voice.

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

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.

“You can choose to wallow in self-pity over what happened, or you can accept that you’ve been granted an honor and social standing that any of us would kill for.” “You’re slaves!” I snapped, unable to hold my temper any longer. “What honor is there in being the favorite slave when all it means is that I know who will kill me? I’ve heard Eskal talk! Blood slaves aren’t viewed as people, they view you like cattle!” My chest heaved with the exertion of shouting; the room had quietly emptied during our exchange. I grabbed a towel from one of the folded stacks beside the tub and hauled myself from the

I took a shaky breath and looked back at the contract, it stated that, The slave (Davina Ellis,) agrees to submit completely to the master (Arthur Spencer) in all ways. There are no boundaries of place, time, or situation in which the slave may willfully refuse to obey the directive of the master without risking punishment. The slave also agrees that once entered into the Slavery Contract, their body belongs to their master, to be used as seen fit, within the guidelines defined herein. All of the slave's possessions likewise belong to

Era rushed out these words, so excited to know what was going on in her life as Michelle shook her head saying, “No, I am not a slave. I was given my freedom by the prince months ago, after they took you, he sent me to the house of an old woman, Mrs. Danni by name and she is the kindest soul you could ever think of, she is the one who took care of me taking me as her daughter. I am not working as a slave. But although I am accepted by my people here, I am not happy. Nobody wants to hear anything about you, they all believe that you are bad and I hate them for that.”

Master asked, getting his own burger and handing Bill his. "Regina could not possibly be a slave's name," Bill said. "It stands for queen in Latin. Slaves can't be named queen. It's an oxymoron. We were thinking of appropriate names for a slave and Pet was mentioned, which did sound good. Lisa said Mistress Dark named one of her slaves, Slut. A good name, but sounded confusing, sharing the same name, so Shasta suggested Whore. It stuck, so Whore she is."

Each of them with their face down and their hands crossed over each other at the front. Lexi approached with calculated steps, swaying his gaze from maiden to maiden as he strolled towards me. He stopped in front of a maiden and grabbed one of her breasts. I was used to seeing him act like that. Treating women so disrespectfully as if he owned them. But was I wrong? He actually owned them. Some of us were servants while some were slaves. Slaves and servants held different meanings in Crescida. A slave is someone who is bought and made to work without any wage but a servant is one who works for his

’ 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.