Slave Wife Training Novels & Stories

Real. “Elina,” I breathed out. I barely heard my own voice. But then I had to remind myself. I didn’t bring her here to protect her, I brought her here to belong..to me. I’ll break her, rebuild her, and she’ll wear my very name like a collar. My pretty little slave.

"What are you? A stupid sorcerer?" The frustration could be seen in their faces. "We have something important to discuss," he told her and turned to look at me. "You're now my personal slave but this doesn't make you greater or bigger than the other slaves. You're just like every other slave, stupid and useless. You'll continue to work with them until the new competition." He told me. I frowned. A new competition? What did that mean? Was there going to be twists I didn't expect? Since they wanted me out of their miserable lives, I knew they would do anything they could to make me weak.

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.

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

Everyone who had been watching from behind started talking. "Christine's so hot. Peter made the right choice picking her." My face went bright red. I didn't know what to say. Luckily, Peter told us to officially start the class right then. The whole point of the Wife Training Camp was to teach us how to become proper wives and train our bedroom skills so that our husbands would stay completely devoted. After running through the theory, Peter moved on to the hands-on part. He had me kneel on all fours on a yoga mat so the other students could watch how to shake their hips until they jiggled like Jell-O.

Not even a word did he say. Nina heaved a sigh and got down from the bed to go take a bath. Stacey walked back to the door. She wanted to hit Nina so bad. She could hear their moans when she stood at the door. "I really need to teach her a lesson." She thought. Jericho is having another slave. Not even a common slave but sex slave. She didn't want to create any scene now so she walked back into her room. She's the green snake under the green grass. She, stacey knows what to do.

"I apologize, Master. I shall learn to speak appropriately." "You did not mean it." Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh. "Why should it matter if I mean my words or not?" I asked. "After all, I am following your instructions." "You should serve me as though you want to." "News flash, I don't want to! I was sold into becoming your slave, so my behavior should not surprise you." "I was under the impression you were well-mannered." Snorting, I picked up the tray that contained the teacup. "I shall make you another one your majesty."

"The male servants work in the factories, not just our factories but so many other factories. Our company is well known for supply of human labor. Some even travel abroad" "Really?" "Yeah, they do undergo special training for some weeks though. The money they make the company takes twenty percent, my brother and I take thirty percent after all, we feed and shelter them. Well, the worker takes fifty percent" "Wow" "This money accumulates and after five years, we pay you off. Just imagine how much money such a person is going home with" "What about the maidservants?"