Slavery Novels & Stories

Because— I had no choice. Never did. Never— Would. Just— This. Forever— This. Always— This. Until— Nothing remained. Except— Ashford. Slaves. Forever— Slaves. The end. Of everything. The— Beginning. Of nothing. Just— Slavery. Perfect— Slavery. Eternal— Slavery. Genetic— Slavery. Forever.

He said, chuckling malevolently as he shut the cage door, then threw the cloth cover over it. Elena didn't know what to think. Yes, she had felt that they would be killed and their blood would be used as refreshments, but she didn't think that they would use them as slaves. It's been a long time since she had heard that word, and that was when she snuck in to listen to history lessons given to her stepsister. There were slaves before and during the war. After the war, it was abolished in all three kingdoms; Tush, Neba, and Pres. Some servants got paid for their services, while poor people who could barely care for themselves were given minor jobs. She shouldn't be surprised that the blood ki

I took a shaky breath and looked back at the contract, it stated that, The slave (Davina Ellis,) agrees to submit completely to the master (Arthur Spencer) in all ways. There are no boundaries of place, time, or situation in which the slave may willfully refuse to obey the directive of the master without risking punishment. The slave also agrees that once entered into the Slavery Contract, their body belongs to their master, to be used as seen fit, within the guidelines defined herein. All of the slave's possessions likewise belong to the master, including all assets, finances, and material goods, to do with as they see fit. The slave agrees to please the mast

Skye was impatient. "It's a meeting point for those in need of slaves and those hoping to sell slaves. Once a slave is taken there, they are weighed and tested. These are measures taken to formulate a price." He answered, voice lowering in cadence as if he realized he was digging his grave. Their glare had him speaking louder. "Before the abolishment of the slave trade, slaves were quite affordable..." All of them winced as he talked about people like they were animals and not living breathing people.

“I need a slave.” Lord Lucian Blackwell declared, gazing at the eloquent garden through the window of his manor. “A slave?” Trevor asked as he dropped his feet from the table in disbelief. It was no secret the number of the things Lucian Blackwell detested–slavery being chief among them. Slaves were nothing but property: deprived of name, status, wealth, respect, and dignity. To Lucian, slaves were depreciating liabilities–they aged and got boring quickly. He believed in the principle, ‘Every man has a price’ which extended to labour. Until now.

That he can make it right, that he truly wants her and no one else. "Probably, that mostly happened to slaves who give birth to their master's children. Their child will be given to the wife, and the mother will be a whore, a wicked whore that seduced another woman's husband. But that won't happen to you, because you aren't planning on staying. You are going to go with him, aren't you?"

As alpha’s sleep around a lot we have a lot of offspring. Ending slavery is another one of her weird idealistic romantic ideas. There is simply not enough money to pay them as cervantes for the work that they do as slaves. Besides that, owners of slaves should be compensated for their loss. Who is going to pay for that? Whole is going to arrange housing? Education? Most of them are too stupid to remember their own name. How in hell are they going to survive by themselves?

I held my breath, sensing the weight of his words. "You will be killed," he declared. My breath caught in my throat as the reality of my situation sank in. Drake continued, explaining the harsh truth. "The punishment for killing someone as a slave is death. According to the last slave reforms of 1976, no slave is allowed to kill, even if their life is on the line." I felt numb, unable to process the fact that my life is about to end. "Slaves don't have the freedom to live," Joe declared.

He snapped as he turned around to look at me. The slaves all looked messy and they had a common mark each on their back. “When we catch these human slaves, we mark them. Only a few families have these marking’s rod.” He said as he picked up a rod that had the symbol of two claws. “Don't tell me you heat this and print the burning rod on their back?” I whimpered at this revelation. “That is the only way to mark our slaves and differentiate them from other human slaves of other slave masters.” “But this is unfair!”

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR (24) (Lustful desires) "What do you mean by you don't touch pregnant women?" "Hey! I will double the pay" he heard her argue "Good! just kill Stephanie and you get your money" Jason froze instantly His face truned pale as he stood behind the door in shock, he was still trying to process what he just heard, his ears ach from the bad words that just poured in, things he never expected, things like this are what the average African will call an Abomination, something that should never be thought of or talked about.