Slavery Novels & Stories

Even as Sirius blinked in guilt, he quickly grabbed my hands as he exclaimed, "It's okay, I won't let you marry some rogue! I'll mark you as my slave so you can live with me without needing to marry! "Don't worry, it's just a formality. When you move in with me, I'll treat you the same as I do with Lola." I laughed despite my rage—how could he be so despicable?! Only exiled beastfolk who had committed heinous crimes would ever choose the slave mark, which was also a humiliation in itself. They were no more than merchandise that could be sold at one's pleasure, and they would always remain inferior to other beastfolks for the rest of their lives. Even their children could only be slaves in th

I fist my palm as I try not to let it take over me. " Oh, but you are... You are a fucking slut and I ... And I am your master. Do you understand?" My voice heavy and low as I wheeze. I never believed in this shit of master and slaves. I am involved in a lot of things that are twisted , illegal, and immoral in the eyes of the general.

She moved in closer, stepping between his knees. He was right. It was ridiculous. How could she have thought that? He wasn't like that, there was no logical explanation for her reaction. "I know, you're right. It's illogical of me." Then again it wasn't that preposterous. "But...I suppose...It had happened to a young slave I'd known as a child, you see...who'd belonged to my father. No one wants a pregnant slave, it's expensive. It's easier to buy slaves than raise them. The slave was sold as soon as it was clear she survived the birth...I don't know what became of the child."

He paced slowly, voice even, almost instructive. "In our ranks, slaves are categorized by function. The highest is the personal servant, then administrative property, and below that—the blood cattle. At the bottom are the field slaves, the old and the broken, serving until their last breath. The longest any of them last is about a year... though that’s mostly because they’re ‘serving’ the overseers in other ways." His gaze flicked toward Caelum, sharp with implication. "In bed, if you’re curious." Caelum pushed himself up on his elbows despite the flare of pain that shot through his ribs. His voice was quiet but steady.

"Then go. Don't delay it anymore." Renold grinned at his screen. "I'm calling my mom. I'm taking her to Florencia next week." As I looked at their smiling faces, I smiled too. George had been right about one thing. The bad luck of the past year needed to be swept away. However, it wasn't failure we were sweeping away—it was years of contempt and exploitation. With the weight of the past left behind, we stood tall at last, walking into a world that respected talent and labor.

he all but spat, the contempt in his voice plain. “People like me?!” I shot back, my voice rising in fury. “Do you mean the women who were forced into lives of servitude as soon as someone saw the colors of their eyes?! The women who were forced to perform their abilities like monkeys for their masters?! The women who were bought and sold like livestock?! The women who would rather end their own lives than live a life of slavery?!” I was furious. Simon scoffed, but I wasn't done yet.

He said, his voice filled with disgust. "They claim it's for the good of the packs, that they need more labor to build and maintain their territories. But I know what they really want. They want to feel powerful, to control and dominate others."He added. She felt a surge of anger in her chest as she listened to his words. She knew firsthand the pain and suffering that came with being a slave, and she couldn't stand the thought of more innocent people being forced into that life. "What can I do?" she asked again, determined.

“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.”

He took a step toward Zara and landed a slap face while yanking her by her collar. Zara yelped in pain, as she stumbled toward him. "Listen slave! I own you_ you are my slave. Slaves are not allowed to speak unless told to. And as a slave your master should be your first priority," King Luther gritted while tightening his grip on her collar. Zara wheezed. "Please let go," she cried out weakly and in pain. Slap! King Luther landed another slap on her face. "I said slaves are not allowed to speak unless asked to," he growled, ripping her clothes apart.

Her scalp burned under the searing sun as she stood in line and awaited her turn to be pushed onto the block and bargained over like an animal. Since slavery was abolished in England, Elizabeth had never witnessed such a sale. Even if slavery was still legal, she would never have been allowed to attend such an event. It was unseemly for a lady to be exposed to such. Even in her state of murky twilight, she was acutely aware of how horridly humiliating it was for the captives who preceded her.