Novel & Cerita Slave Wife

Princess Avila asked, her gaze focused on the slave who was gulping the cup of wine offered to her. "My princess, I do not know much about her but I do know she was sold to the master by her father as a slave, and ever since she came, the master no longer calls in any of us to his chambers" the slave replied. "You mean ever since she came, no one else was able to satisfy the master other than her?" Princess Avila asked in incredulity.

“ I have not forgotten it. I hope you can have sex with me because you like me. I know this is not easy, so I will not insist. After all, I am your slave, do whatever you want to do to me. I will not struggle again.” Cody looks at me with a doubtful smile. “ I hope you are not playing any tricks, you sly human. Otherwise, I will make you pay for that.” I smile flatteringly like a real slave. “ I will never trick you, my dear master.” I do not know if Cody believes what I said, after all, my words even disgusted myself.

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 wage. So the treatment actually differs.

Were they not aware that this was a public area where they could easily be seen by anyone. Doris has constantly warned Panashe but here she was again, getting caresses from a Caucasian. The other slaves already hated her as it is and here she was giving them something to talk about. As if not to say that, her mulatto child was not enough to fulfill gossips. Bidding goodbyes, William seemed as if he did not want to let go of Panashe's hand as they pulled apart.

"Yes, Master." "Good today you will put in your two-week notice. You are quitting. We don't need the money anymore and you have a new job and role in our house. You are now the first of the house slaves. Your job is to make sure that all future slaves keep our home clean and tidy. On top of that you will make sure that each of my wives and slaves are eating healthy and staying fit. You will oversee their physical health and make sure they can get to any medical appointments needed. In public you are still my mother and will act accordingly and call me by my name. However, in this house you will wear the appropriate outfit of my first house slave. A dress when outsiders are here but never pan

Those who did not have any valuables, resorted to begging. As soon as the villager were not able to pay, Felipe started to order extreme measures. He gave the mercenaries power to beat the villagers into paying. If they cannot pay, he would take their daughters as maids or their sons as soldiers. Of course he would not pay them salaries, these children would become debt slaves – working all their lives without getting paid. It is from among these debt slaves that Felipe would find his future wife. She was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen and despite their great difference in age, he still took the girl as his personal maid.

Wondering how she could ever go back home, Ariana clasped her palms to pray. "Then, do you know what a 'slave' mean?" Arian asked to see the girl shaking her head innocently. "Slave is us, the person who would be sold until a buyer comes and become our master." Unable to sentenced out the girl's life, Aurby broke free from the girl's large eyes and drew out a few breaths. "If they become our master, we should forever obey them. If we don't, they would kill us in the worst case." "K- Kill?" Her fidgeting hand fell nervously.

As 8’s and higher are our top tier quality slaves, and those who have the potential to become someone else's slave or possible mistress if they're married. As for those who are given 5, 6 or 7s, those people are typically sent off to our whore house to become whores or breeding machines. Servicing people like us with only their bodies. Those who are chosen as 2, 3 and 4s if lucky are given to our pimps. Our under dogs. Men who work for us by selling weapons, drugs and the occasional woman or man. Anything lower than that, like a one, which we rarely usually give out, those people become dog chow as we cast them aside for the dogs to feast upon or become glory whores for our men which again i

The blast of arousal that floods my panties had me momentarily stunned before the words he spoke slowly started to sink in. Did he just call me his slave? Anger burns away any lingering arousal that is left behind from the drop dead gorgeous vampire, causing me to see red when I turn to look at him. “I am not a slave.” I tell him, giving him my best glare that I can come up with. There is no way that I am going to allow this drop dead gorgeous, well…dead guy…take me back to his home to become his slave. I thought he was there to save me from being sold as a vampire’s slave, not take me home to be his own. There has to be something I can do to get out of this situation that I have found mysel

"Enough with all this shit, Aliyah. You're coming with me. Right where you belong!" He was about to lay a hand on me when a voice boomed from behind him, freezing us both in place. "She's not going anywhere, Brayden. She stays here." Brayden chuckled and spun around to face King Ashton. "I told you, you can't keep a slave without the royal committee, Ashton. She's mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she knows it!" "She's no longer a slave, Brayden. If that's what you believe, then you clearly haven't been paying attention," the king said, tipping his chin toward my neck. "She's not yours to claim."