Slave Novels & Stories

We have nothing to lose, so don't hesitate to do whatever it takes to be free. Annette let go of his grip, letting her friend address that giant with only a few bottle glasses. She knew the guards; they could only pay attention to Jack; to them, Annette was a rag doll, worthless and unimportant. She was so submissive and invisible that they would never think she could do anything against them.

Funke: Here I am my Lord! Ààre Ògúnmólá: Sit down. She sat. Ààre Ògúnmólá: Now tell me your decision. Funke: My Lord! I'm ready to live my life as a slave regardless of how hard it will be. Ààre Ògúnmólá: Then so be it. Get up and go live your life as a slave in my house. She got up and turned to leave. Ààre Ògúnmólá: Wait!!

He paced slowly, voice even, almost instructive. "In our ranks, slaves are categorized by function. The highest is the personal servant, then administrative property, and below that—the blood cattle. At the bottom are the field slaves, the old and the broken, serving until their last breath. The longest any of them last is about a year... though that’s mostly because they’re ‘serving’ the overseers in other ways." His gaze flicked toward Caelum, sharp with implication. "In bed, if you’re curious." Caelum pushed himself up on his elbows despite the flare of pain that shot through his ribs. His voice was quiet but steady.

, 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",

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"

I wept hoping he would understand. “My word is my the final. Starting from today. YOU ARE MY SEX SLAVE”

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.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

“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.”

Victor and Soren tell me it wasn't supposed to happen, but it's hard to believe. Although this teacher had already shown himself to be more attentive in the first lesson, I've noticed some things about him that are very familiar, and I don't know if he's doing it on purpose to show me. The first thing I see is that he has some scars, which could be battle scars, but on his wrist, there is something that looks like a code tattoo, but it's burnt. His gaze in my direction is what I see when a former slave walks past me or sees me, it's a touch of pity mixed with anger. I honestly don't know what life is like for slaves from other p