Slave Wife Novels & Stories

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.

"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

' He asked, chuckling, 'The council must be irritating you. I chose not to respond to Kade because, at that moment, the busty blond servant had brought in my meal. This blood slave was elderly, not my usual type, but I knew I would be feeding to kill with my current appetite, and I wasn't ready to take the life of one of the younger slaves. Once my slaves got to a certain age, I would typically free them, giving them the paperwork and a unique mark that marked them as free humans. There was only a couple. I kept past that age, usually the woman who chose not to leave. This particular slave was Martha; she'd been mine since she was eighteen. She was now into her nineties, and the doctor had d

it was still the same girl I saw earlier today She walked towards the car entered the driver seat "Get in!"she snapped I got in quickly and she drove off without sparing me a glance Well I never thought being a slave is gonna be easy Moscow briefed me why most women bought male slaves He said it's to satisfy their s£xual urge since their husbands we're so busy for them And truth be told majority of the people that attended tonight we're mid aged women I thought I'll be brought by one as a s£x slave but I was wrong I received the shock of my life when I got sold off to the pretty lady I saw earlier

But what he said next just enough for my every hope crushed into pieces. “A girl like you. Who works in a club making a show of her in front of a million men is not made to be a respectful wife. You’re made only to be in my arms not in my heart. Your nothing but my slave. A doll only to give me pleasure. So just obey your master doll. Because you wouldn’t like to get on my bad side. Do you.”

But she maintained her arrogant attitude on the outside and said, “And you will neva leave me? I am a human, a weak one amongst this kingdom of yer. Surely you must have thought something about me since you refuse to pay me any monies.” He continued to circle her with his hands clasped at the back. “I don’t have any plans for you but once I marry Zoe, I will make you her slave.” “That’s if I don’t escape from your clutches before that,” she replied with a clenched jaw never so determined in her life. “I won’t let you. There’s no way out of this place unless you want to face my soldiers. They will slice you into half with their claws the moment you try to run away. Plus the jungle out there,

And if one was nice to me, you'd be sure the other one would be decidedly mean; He made me do other tasking works and still insisted i did my other duties. The other servants were very nice to me and seemed to think that i was some kind of saviour or eye opener to them that slaves could be something more. Some of them have been slave most of their lives and some were born into it, knowing nothing better than their current situation.

one among the men, seated on the sofa, yelled. "700k," "900k,"that process continued. Dozens of girls had been brought on that stage and got sold like objects to those inhuman feral men who bought them for fulfilling their sick and cruel motives whereas he just silently witnessed each and everything that was happening in front of him while his finger continued to tap on that glass of wine. "Our next possession is a 24 years old woman, Aniya Meier," those words of Kael finally halted his hand. His finger stopped tapping on that glass.

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

I glanced over at Ashton, who wore a tense expression, clearly surprised by the man’s outburst. “That human girl you called Aliyah is a slave. She’s a property of the Connor pack, so you should return her. Otherwise, the royal council will doubt your authority and decision-making. abilities. You’re the new king of Jadeisles, Ashton. So the least you can do is make wise and strategic choices for us." His harsh words painfully constricted my heart. Was this all I was—a slave, an unwanted burden? I knew bringing a human to their kingdom could pose a threat to their secrecy, but I couldn’t help the sting of rejection that washed over me.