Slavery Novels & Stories

The Miller's weren't really wrong about owning a big cotton farm, but that wasn't the main source of their income. Even during post slavery, they still dawdled with nasty slavery deals across the border of Mauritania into the vast pacifics, down the to the shores of Washington DC. Nothing about the past, including robbing small struggling companies producing goods like canned fish, jute bags and maple syrup.

A willful desire that I might feel some kind of connection with a human being even when that was not even remotely possible. But then I remembered that I was a cursed creature and I did not even have my own soul. Only human beings were allowed to have one. Not demons, not angels. Everyone had their souls up to the person who owned heaven and Hell. And neither could we. And once you wrote off your soul, whatever the condition might be, you were going to be always owned by someone else. Guess that was the place from where the concept of slavery had originated. And then suddenly as soon as Leah was out for lunch, ten minutes later the bell of the shop door jangle

Someone like her? She's never called anyone that; never! People had been the ones to always adore her. Too bad she's not the multi-billionaire Nina again. She's now a sex slave to a devil. "You know what to call me. Don't call me by my name again." He warned. "Ma.....master, I'm...too weak to do anything. My body aches." She finally concluded and waited for an answer. An answer that determines whether she's going to be set free from him this moment or the one that determines she's going to pass soon.

Eating fish slowly because of the heat, Wilma is thinking about her future. Despite being a slave, luckily this body never received the mark to show herself as a slave. This young lady was also not a registered slave. In this world even slaves had to be registered as a slave. Slavery in this world is not illegal as long as they are registered. It was rare for a slave to be unregistered and not bear the marks of Wilma's current body.

The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving her breathless and disoriented. His parting words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain, each syllable laden with the weight of her predicament. "Slave." The word reverberated within her, a stark reminder of the cruel reality she had been thrust into. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't reconcile herself to the notion that such practices still endured in the world. Yet, amidst the turmoil of her thoughts, a sliver of relief pierced through the darkness – she was no longer in immediate danger.

“Slavery? In this day and age?” Slavery had been abolished before my mother was born. Omegas had been liberated and it was now a crime to trade people like livestock. Why was he mentioning slavery now? “That wench.” He pinched the ridge of his nose as he gritted his teeth. “The bitch April Arlington, she is on the run.” “On the run?”

Wondering how she could ever go back home, Ariana clasped her palms to pray. "Then, do you know what a 'slave' mean?" Arian asked to see the girl shaking her head innocently. "Slave is us, the person who would be sold until a buyer comes and become our master." Unable to sentenced out the girl's life, Aurby broke free from the girl's large eyes and drew out a few breaths. "If they become our master, we should forever obey them. If we don't, they would kill us in the worst case." "K- Kill?" Her fidgeting hand fell nervously.

He wanted her to make her his sex slave. The whole way towards her house she kept thinking about Yoshiro. Her mind kept reeling with the fact that he called her a sex slave. Who talks like that? Slavery was an old concept. But no one is allowed slaves, so why would he use that word? Suddenly she remembered how abducted girls and boys were kept hidden, beaten and treated as sex slaves. So even though slavery was illegal, nothing was there to stop people from having slaves. After that revelation, she hated Yoshiro even more.

I think of her at the bottom of a dark cell, trapped by the ankle, with her beautiful sacred body marked by the violence of a captor worse than mine. — I need to rescue her — I murmur. Miguel nods, agreeing with me. — You are the new king over these wolves, you can't-... — I begin. — They would kill her and disappear with her body as soon as they knew they were discovered. We would never have proof other than rumors — he stares at me, fiercely. —Slavery is a crime among my people that must be paid for with death, even if the victim is not one of us. It is enough that your executor is.

"She's my sex slave, and through me, to your brother. I'm his sex slave." Cindy laughed, amused apparently. "I'm pretty sure Lincoln freed the slaves with the Emancipation Proclamation, even sex slaves." "We're not talking about involuntary servitude, Cindy, which still exists and is illegal. We're talking about voluntary slavery where one person agrees voluntarily to serve another of their own free will; Dominance and Submission. Slave, show Cindy your collar."