Slave Novels & Stories

Alpha Kevan walked out of his bathroom to his room only to see her Sitting on the couch with the food already well set at the table. "How dare a slave sit on my couch?” He yelled as he startled the daylight out of her. “I’m sorry master, my mistake,” She muttered under her breath, Scared that he might punish her again. Alpha Kevan glanced at her, from her head down to her toes and then step forward to meet her. Meera shifted backward as he drew closer to her. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?” His deep voice Motioned, Meera stopped shifting backward, her leg shaking so much that even Alpha Kevan noticed her fears. A great smile of pleasure graced his

, Elora asked tailing behind her, " You have to take your bath, eat and do your duties ", " What duties?", " At the mansion, cleaning, washing, and doing the bedding ", Isha said, " what's your name?", " Elora", " Hm. How did you get to rank up so fast? Heard you're a new slave, caught trying to escape; who are you?" She suddenly paused and turned back to look at her. Elora looked around, not knowing what to say, "Um. I'm just..a slave",

I whispered, shaky, “Why me? Why are you doing this? You can’t be serious about… marrying me.” For one breath, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes. But then he shoved me back. My shoulder hit the wall. The slap came fast, sharp, ringing through the room. My cheek burned. “You should be grateful,” he said, his voice cold enough to freeze the air. “I’m elevating you from slave to wife.” My heart thrashed in my chest. His mouth curled into a cruel smile. “I’ll have my lawyer draft a contract. You’ll sign it. You’ll be my wife and my property forever.”

He halted and furrowed his brows. "What are you doing?" "What every slave does to their Master. I am submitting to you, just as you always wanted. You should take me as your slave so I will know I was never and will never be free. Use me as you please, Master, for I am all yours"

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

Pain bloomed hot, then melted into this crazy pleasure that had me crying out. “Fuck, you feel so good like this,” Reed growled, eyes locked on mine. “Say it. Say you’re our slave right now.” Tears pricked my eyes but I couldn’t stop the words. “I’m… I’m your slave,” I gasped, hips moving with him even though I wanted to fight it. My sex drive was back full force, higher than ever, making me wet and aching and desperate. They kept switching—gentle kisses on my neck, rough slaps on my thighs, fingers everywhere, mouths sucking and biting.

“Remember our agreement? I dictate. You obey.” “I remember.” “Good.” he said without letting me finish speaking. “I also remember that I paid two hundred dollars for this package.” “And so what?” he replied arrogantly. “And I’m the customer.” “And I'm your trainer.” he fired back. I opened my mouth, then closed it. Arthur smiled. “Exactly. I see you are one stubborn trainee but I'm more stubborn than you.” I pointed toward the bathroom. “Whatever!” I rolled my eyes.. “I am not going back in there.”

“To remind you that you belong to me. That you obey me. And that you look so damn pretty when I ruin you in front of yourself.” My heart flipped. “But first…” He pulled out something else. A black leather leash. I gasped. “You don’t have to walk me, do you?” I asked nervously. He chuckled darkly, brushing the collar against my neck. “No, baby. I’m not walking you. I’m watching you.” He locked the collar around my neck, clipped the leash to the front, and gave it a light tug. “Crawl to the mirror.” I hesitated. He tugged again. “Crawl.”

In the bottom left corner, her insignia was written in silver - FreedomAgain, with a small, melting candle next to it, illuminating the whole piece. Celeste had taken inspiration for her name from the Haitian slave who’d resisted French colonial rule in the 18th century. Hers was a story of true rebellion - organizing escaped slaves, and sending them out in a guerrilla war, poisoning the water supplies of the colonial masters. For her crimes, her punishment was severe - burning at the stake, a warning to other slaves of the price of resistance. Celeste had taken her inspiration for this piece from

“The day I start taking orders from little piss ants like you, is the day they put me in the fucking ground.” “That day may be closer than the doctors have told you. Not just you, but Warthog, Mr. Minus here, and your whole club,” Viper said. “Don’t bet on it,” I replied. “I find it funny that the two of you talk so tough when you are in no position to do so. If I do not get word to the man on the other side of that screen by the designated time, he will begin removing pieces of your friend. He’ll start by taking his toes, one by one, before moving his way upward.”