Slave Wife Training Novels & Stories

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

We stood facing each other, both breathing hard and covered in a light sheen of sweat. "You're a natural," He said, and there was pride in his voice. "Sylvia, I've trained warriors for years, and I've never seen anyone take to combat like you just did. You have instincts that can't be taught." "Maybe it's because I've spent my whole life fighting to survive," I said quietly. "Being a slave, you learn to read people and to anticipate violence before it happens. Maybe that translates." His expression darkened. "You'll never be anyone's slave again. I swear it."

A statement from her legal counsel was read instead—measured, deflective, insufficient. Arrow listened without expression. Then, when invited, he spoke. “I was raised inside this system,” he said calmly. “I was taught obedience disguised as strength. Control disguised as protection.” The room remained silent. “I didn’t recognize coercion because it was familiar,” he continued. “That ends here.” Celeste was asked next. She stood. Not as a defendant. As a witness. “They didn’t just monitor me,” she said, voice steady. “They studied me. They anticipated my reactions. They weaponized my relationships and erased my mother to teach compliance.”

This book holds three stories, they are series that is needed to be together. 1. The Slave Mafia. To save my Mother. "You're just my Slave, Olivia." I gasped at his words, those words subsisted enough to shatter me to pieces. But what should I do with it? I am nothing. "But... you tell me those words! You tell me you love me!" "I don't love you. I will never love you." River said with cold eyes. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide, I came back to the reality, where I was fooling myself.

Chloe Some time later... I couldn't keep working like a rat in that restaurant. I was too tired and hurt. It was then that Montana took me into his home. She was also once a slave, and knew better than anyone that I was destroyed. Of course, that didn't mean my work was over. Every now and then, I would be asked to do something. It took us a whole day and half of another day to prepare the place for the moon ceremony. Luna told me that there would be more than six hundred guests, between our pack and the neighbors, with whom we shared a peace treaty.

She replied “Have the maids spoken to you about your duties?” “Yes sir.” Iris could recite them, from bathing him, cleaning his room, running his errands, and many more, the weirdest one was bathing him, she didn’t understand why she would be bathing a grown-up man, but who was she to question the duty, she was a slave after all and that’s why they made her do all his personal affairs. “Good.” He nodded and dismissed her. Iris went to her room and shut her door, she held her chest and took in deep breaths.

Samara’s POV Even though I have been told that I will be a slave in the mansion, the room that Mr. Jones dropped me off in is luxurious enough to have my jaw dropped open upon first glance. The room is bigger than the studio apartment I am able to afford close by my job, and far better furnished. The bathroom alone is bigger than my whole bedroom area, and the giant tub is enough to make a girl think that being a slave can’t be all that bad. Mr. Jones instructed me to bathe quickly and someone would be up to collect me within the hour to meet Cassius for supper. Before I could ask a single question of him, he was already disappearing back down the hallway, with a determined stride in his ste

One of the girls was found not to be a virgin, Mistress Hawthorne said with a slight smile, "Only virgins are eligible to be Alpha's slaves. Take her to the first floor." In the end, there were twelve girls left. I wondered what would greet us? Humiliation? Captivity? Selling our bodies? My arms and legs were loosened and my legs were trembling as I got off the medical bed, bracing my hands on the bed to barely stand still. My tears kept streaming down my face, I had just been violated by a she-wolf with her fingers, the first time I had ever experienced such a thing. Mistress Hawthorne said that we would become an Alpha's slave after being trained, trained by who? By who? The man? How would

I said, lowering my head, then I let out a cry of despair, holding out my wrists. The belt landed with a thud. I could feel the burning in my back, but the belt had only been hit on the ground. My tears redoubled. He released the belt and grabbed the chains, which he put around my wrists like handcuffs. The sound of the chains closing on my wrists forced me to resign myself. I was now his thing, his slave. There was no turning back anymore. “Now get in the cage." I tried to get up, but in vain. I couldn't do it.

"More reason I will want to protect her more - a virtuous woman like her," Fane replied as he chuckled. "Anyway, I am not done speaking," he replied. "Judging her age and the fact that she is far more ripe than most young or should I say children virgins we take in, masters who take sex slaves will be willing to pay anything to have her." "What!" Fane remarked in shock, and I was shocked too. What's happening? Me as a sex slave? Not this, this is just too much for me. I thought as tears started flowing out of my eyes.