Slave Wife Novels & Stories

A few female slaves could be seen in the room, their worn-out dress barely concealing their bodies except for their womanhood region and their breasts layers. "Late King Dawson never practiced the act of slaves," Jeffrey mumbled on catching sight of the slaves, although he could tell they weren't his pack members. "Well, there's one now. Queen Isle, his wife made a new law. The other kingdoms were in support of her choice. So, slaves have becomes a thing in the present," Lady Macbeth replied, her hand signaling at the slaves and they hurried to get the cold bath ready. Jasper hugely scowled, his hands fussing with his torn shirt as he removed it and threw it to the floors.

I gave her the file in my hand, “look at this and sign it.” She took her time reading it, scanning through the pages as if the words written there were foreign. “What does this mean?” She asked me. “It's a contract, it contains rules we will both abide by and what you'll do as my slave.” “I mean this part.” She pointed at a page. “Is this real?” “Yes. It states that I will give you the money to clear your debts and even more, I will also make you the CEO of one of my companies if you agree to be my slave.”

Now it's clear to me why the lady has come and what her purpose is. "Is that a fact, ma'am? Do you think I'm a whore?" I turn around, she won't escape from me now. "But if you know that, it's because of you... Oh, excuse me for your age, it's just that you're a little bit old." "Don't offend me, you cheap whore," she tries to slap me, but my hands are agile like a hawk, I stop her. "You're a shoe woman, surely one of your men gave you this house or even my foolish son gave it to you."

That was probably dinner time. I quietly opened the door and slipped into the hallway, the low hum of voices and distant clatter of servants moving about their daily chores filling the air. Keeping my steps light, I moved past the kitchens, past the other slaves who glanced at me with disdain. Two of them stood near the doorway, whispering to each other. They didn’t bother to hide their scorn when they saw me approach. “Still pretending you're special?” one of them sneered, her eyes sharp as a blade. “Aris will break you like he’s broken the rest of us. You’ll be crawling at his feet soon enough.”

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 feelings he would never, could never re

I don't want to go there but they send invitations nonstop as if they think that I will go to their disgusting auction. “But, sir. They already know about your identity and you are still a member." What he said made me growl in annoyance. I actually don't know why I ended up signing up for them. All I remember is I was drunk and wanted something sweet when they asked me to join their secret group called Sweet Delights. I really thought that it was for VIPs however when I attended their invitations, it was a human auction for slaves. Men and women are there with their masks on. Well, I do love having a slave and I had so many ones before but nothing interests me which made me want to leave th

I turned my head to his side and briefly held my breath. ‘Damn it. Why is he so handsome?’ Hate the idea that I was getting infatuated with a psycho, so I avoided his gaze very quickly. Then, I forged a cough. “Ahem.” Without looking back at him, I opened my lips, “I am here now. So, tell me. How should I pay you back and terminate the slave contract?” “You will work as a maid.” “Huh?” I uttered as I turned my head to his side. “You need more maid?”

“Why?” “So, you mean he… he did you?” she whispered the last phrase to me and giggled. I look at her with confused expression. “What do you mean he did—Oh…” I said after realizing what she was saying. “U-Uhmm t-that’s not—” “Oh, my gosh. You’re so lucky!” she exclaimed and even jump a feet away from me while covering her mouth. “Don’t you know that a lot of slaves and servants are hoping to get picked by him? One of the servants I know wanted to be a slave with the hopes of getting pick!”

I passed several other maids, all whispering and gossiping about what had happened. —Chloe? Chloe! What's going on here? — I heard Aspen's voice as she tried to run after us, but Gamma Remus held her back. — Why are they taking Chloe? Do something! — she said to Remus, but he lowered his head and said nothing. Of course he wouldn't do anything. I was nothing to them. Just a simple girl who the alpha forced to work as a servant. I was dragged to the dungeons, where I was forced to my knees. My hands were chained to a wall by silver chains.

I said and kiara smile and niharika laughed like a witch. "Ohh wait wait wait what did you just mention your husband *she laughed like a witch* so for your kind information let me tell you you are his slave. Just his slave whom he doesn't love but lusted more than anything. He just fucks you to overcome his stress and you have already consider him as your husband. You are a slut nandini one day he will handover you to his other servants just let him got over you. " Niharika said and my eyes just watered. I don't want to hear this but this is only truth of my life. Yes i am a sex slave.