Slave Wife Novels & Stories

Either s*x slaves, chore slaves, royal slaves and numerous others. Chore slave really is best. Every slave omega is always delighted to be categorized under chore slave. It's less stressful compared to other. Specific chores and not random chores are performed as chore slaves. Chore slavery rescues one from numerous never ending errands and orders from royals. It also rescues one from continous daily rough brutal s*x and defilement. Chore slave really is best but remain undesired. None ever desires slavery not even chore slavery. It's only desired and cherished when trapped within slavery options.

Proserpina “You have been sold.’ said the woman, her eyes ravelling over me maliciously. “so your new Master had instructed us to provide you with food.’ And then, slyly, her eyes glittering, 'A slave who is half dead with hunger is not really able to carry out the Master's commands.' She went on, revelling in my dismay and grief, ‘A sex slave has to be able to keep up with the Master’s appetite. And of those he wishes her to service, of course.’

They killed all the warriors they have and took down must of the pack members, he didn't have choice and then we are capture with the rest of the pack member. Being a slave is not something she ever imagine would before her till then, she has to wash their feet and even the ladies among them are worst, most times they would tell her use her tongue to leak their private part, she was still young then and didn't know what it's means. She just follow the order and do what she's told to do and not long it's went round the rest of the pack men alive and all they could say to her then is that she enjoy doing it for them that's why she didn't complain.

She sucked in a deep breath and frowned even more. “We were afraid for your life yesterday. And when I finally get to talk to you or spend any time with you, you can’t stay for long because you have to serve the King.” She said. “I know, Sylvia. But I’m a slave now.. you have to remember that. Any defiance could mean punishment or even death for us. I won’t let you risk your life over something so trivial.” I said. She sighed and nodded, but I could tell she had more to say.

"I'm scared and ashamed, Domina." "Elaborate." "If you'd suggested to me this morning I would find myself in this position because I'd cum while being whipped, I'd never have believed it. The fact I could makes me ashamed. Now I'm afraid I might be like you, Domina; a slave." "I'm not ashamed of being a slave, though I can see why you might think it's shameful. I'm proud to be a sex slave. It's been the most rewarding time of my life. I'm the happiest I've ever been. Why should you be any different?"

Of being slaughtered by his jealous wife. “It’s the best future we could hope for as slaves,” said Vanilla, as if she’s read my mind. “Truly, if your Master loves you enough to make you a concubine, you’re among the luckiest of us. You should do your best to earn a good merit with him.”

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."

Trevor praised with a carefree grin. Lucian whipped his head and snorted. “Frivolous.” The auctioneer commenced the auction with a brief remark. The first slave was ushered to the stage by two slavers with her head bowed and a chain around her neck. She stood still on a wooden platform, her arms limp at her sides for the guest to admire her fair, soft, and beautiful body. She was perhaps sixteen, if not a year older.

, she teases, lightly tapping my shoulder, and letting out a chuckle. "I see." I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable by continuing to question her about what makes us so different. In the end, we both serve the master, but it appears that a slave is a slave, and a servant is a servant. Servants are paid while slaves are not, and slaves are given fancy rooms while servants are not. Servants have a choice and slaves do not. I can't make sense of any of it, nor do i understand my role here, but I'll leave it at that for now.

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!