Slave Novels & Stories

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

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feeling

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

He hadn't heard him or sensed him come so close and ice froze his spine. "I am a God. I am served. If you do as I bid your reward will consequently be far greater than what any pesky spirit can provide. If you don't then I will hasten your death." "I wasn't complaining!" Kyle scooted back "this is just strange, OK? We don't do slaves anymore, the police do you for it! Human rights and all that crap." "Slaves in my day were well kept," Babi snorted "it meant food and a home and a lot preferred it. Better if you had a soft master. Mine worked, they worked hard and toiled furiously, but they were given more than they needed."

“H-hi, I’m Kari…” “He’s an Aithyean and doesn’t know about slaves and stuff so be nice, okay?” The other slave spoke loudly and Kari realized that it was for the benefit of all the people sitting at the tables at the other end of the kitchen that he had been pulled past earlier without realizing.

We then had to sort the prisoners, most wanted nothing more then to join our pack and we made the decision to give them all a trial period before accepting them, some just wanted to be on there way, it turned out that Lucas was blackmailing most of them and that a few had familys they just wanted to get back to so we let them on there way with the warning that if they attempted attack us again the penalty would be death, they agreed so we walked them to the pack border, they all stepped over the line one by one except one who came to me, Luke changed his stance ready for him to attack me but then he dropped to his knees and bowed his head before saying " Thankyou my queen, i would like you t

Her body twisted and thrashed as she tried to break free, desperation pushing her beyond reason as she reached toward the fight ahead. “Leave it to him,” the voice said firmly. “Don’t interfere.” The sound of the voice made Kimberly freeze for half a second. Then her body went still in recognition. It was Elijah. Elijah stood behind her, barely recognizable in his current state. His body was covered in cuts and blood, injuries marking him from head to toe, and he was completely naked, confirming he had only just shifted back into human form. Despite his condition, his grip around her was strong, firm, and unrelenting, clearly not willing to let her go. But Kimberly didn’t care about any of t

I can’t believe I am saying the next words “To breed them. That’s why they are taking middle class women. Educated, clean, well raised women who are likely drug and alcohol problem free. Then getting them pregnant and selling the cubs?” “No.” says Alpha Jeremy, “No one would do something like that. Nova, how can you even imagine something like that?” “Alpha Tyrone speaks in my defence. “Actually, I agree with Nova. It sounds like this is viable answer. But who has this kind of power? I imagine whoever is doing this is making a fortune. If that poor woman died because of a mishap, we don’t even know how many times she may have been made to do it again.

I’m crying now, my forehead pressed against the cold stone. "You’re nothing but a hole to us.” He lands the paddle with one last, heavy strike that leaves me seeing stars. "A place to dump our stress and our cum. Never forget your place again, or I’ll strip the skin off these pretty cheeks myself. Do you understand me, slave?" "Yes... Yes, Sir!" I cry out, my body twitching from the sting. The floor bites into my knees as I hang there, panting, my whole backside burning with heat. I think he is going to let me breathe for a second, but his dark voice breaks the silence.