Slave Wife Training Novels & Stories

But the ruthless beast in front of her just smirked at her. "Yes, you are. My Slave. And you will do as I say." She shook her head taking a step back making him glare at her. "So you wouldn't listen huh." She gulped clutching her clothes. "Obey your master Slave!" She flinched hearing a low growl from him. When she didn't make a move he slapped the sofa's arms standing up from it and glaring at her. "Don't make me repeat Slave! I SAID STRIP!" She cried out letting the tears out of her eyes in fear as she watched him making his way toward her with the sword in his hand. She shut her eyes close feeling his giant body over her small ones.

Air from the bedroom felt cooler against my damp shift, raising every hair on my arms. "Since you got here it's been one thing after another. I tried to be nice. Gave you easier jobs. Let things slide when you were slow. And you still don't act like a proper slave. You've been one your whole life and you still walk around like you're better than the rest of us."

' 'I am' An elderly lady spoke, she came forward. 'Am a midwife' Even better one problem solved.' Good I want you to stay with the..what is your name ma'am?' I pointed to her. 'Shila Whelmson.' 'Good I want you to stay with Shila at all times, anyone has any survivors skill to teach us?' I looked at them but specifically at the pilot, he seems to sense it clearing his throat he came forward. 'We are not lost..' What the heck?! I glared at him who says that?

All it took was 1 hour, 1 hour to change my life, and 1 hour is all it took for me to become an Omega slave. I enter the kitchen and thank the moon goddess that time is on my side this morning in fact, I'm 15 minutes early so breakfast definitely won't be late. Hopefully, that means I'll only get slaps and kicks today while serving breakfast to everyone and I won't get beat. Friday I was 3 minutes late serving breakfast and I was badly beaten. The longer I'm here the worse the beatings get.

If your friend's institution could really turn regular people into elites, you wouldn't still be a useless nobody. She shook her head in disdain. "Someone who isn't an elite has no business trying to train one. When my husband was still last in his class, I trained him myself and sent him straight into Dalvea University. That year, the entire school was shaken. Even the principal came to me asking for my methods." As she spoke of the past, Cassandra grew animated, her eyes bright with pride. Xavier was more than happy to stall for time. Swallowing his pride, he played along and echoed her praise. "That's incredible. As expected of you, Cassie. Only someone like you could do that."

she smiled at Ysoria. Ysoria forced out a smile. I could tell she wasn't happy about Elara being my slave. But I don't care about her feelings for me. I knew she was in love with me, but that was her problem. I only asked for her body—not her heart. "What do you plan to do with her now that you have labeled her your slave?" Thorian asked. I stared at him, then said, "Just watch and see what I will to that rogue."

I asked as casually as I could. Ghere didn’t even blink. “She usually returns for the lunch meal, then studies or meets with her females in the afternoon. I frowned. “The servants, you mean?” Ghere rolled his eyes. “Cazz, how many times do I have to explain that servants can hold a great deal of power to other wolves. The females were selected by Maya. They’re helping the Queen train and educate, and… giving her companionship for the things that females do.” “What… things?”

“Let it be, I don't have the strength to listen to her father's ranting. We both know doing so will only send her back to daddy and daddy will come for us with a hundred-page lecture which I hate to sit and listen to but I have to '' Nathan laughed. Watching the slave girl who strangely caught his attention every time Shelly Anderson came by Nathan Lansfield felt angered. Slaves were not as common as before. It was a new era and while servants were paid for their services and hired according to their liking, the Andersons did not think so. Shelly has always treated her servants badly and Nathan has never failed to notice the bruises and burned marks every time the slave girl came with her mi

“Wait,” Cassie cried out when the pace became too much. “You need to listen to me.” Earl Adam halted and marched back to where she was doubled over and panting. “Slaves do not initiate conversations with their masters. They serve a purpose, something you will start to understand very shortly.” “What about your men?” “Eager to share your services, are you, little bitch?” It was so hard to meet his eyes now. That knowing gaze was tearing her apart. “Don’t call them, please. I beg you.”

"It's one of the islands of Ovzdusia. There, the slaves are bred. They stay with their birth-givers till they are five and then they are taken away from their 'homes'." My eyes widened. What the hell? "The boys are sent to train in different types of fighting techniques. And the girls are sent to learn about housekeeping stuff. And the ones who grow up to become beautiful are forced to become sluts and whores." I winced at his crudeness. "Sorry." He said softly. "After our training is completed, the strongest ones are turned into vampires and the rest of us are re-trained to do different tasks. And then we are sold to the highest bidder. It's Ovzdusia's biggest income. I've had one Master an