Teen Slave Training Novels & Stories

Truth be told, Manny had trained him to be this agreeable. Manny, the slave-driving pimp who stole his childhood ten years ago, trained all of his whores to be agreeable to anyone and anything. Caleb became his crowning achievement. Having picked him up off the streets, Manny dangled the promise of riches in front of him. He trained him in the art of man-whoring, and sold him to the rich, depraved people trolling the streets after dark in their Mercedes and Jaguars, looking for boys to fulfill their evil, twisted fantasies.

If she wasn’t there I would be dead. I spent the night yesterday sleeping at the floor. I am trying not to push anything and I taking it slow, I don’t want to scare her. She didn’t say much yesterday but from what I got, they born slaves and they die slaves. They are not from another pack, they are from this pack, they are just gammas but they treat them as slaves. They hadn’t sexually abused them or badly beat them. But they train them from day one to obey orders. They learn how to act and what they can say and what they can’t. They leave in fear.

Most of them chorused and the rest thanked me for volunteering to help them train. And all I did was wave and beam, telling them it's nothing. "Great, let's begin!" I shouted. I divided the trainees into smaller groups, letting the little girl to stay aside to watch, and we began the training. We started with the basics - how to load, aim, and shoot the guns. And they were so fast at learning. I couldn't be more proud of myself. "Oh! What do we have here? A slave trying to be Luna? Someone who almost got killed. Hah! What a joke!"

Slut had trouble behaving herself, somewhat intentionally I believed. "Scott, how wonderful you called. Does your slave require additional training?" "Actually, I have someone else interested in becoming a sex slave, but she doesn't know anything about it other than what she witnessed over the course of a few hours last night. Before I accept her slavery, I'd like her to have a 24 hour crash course on the meaning of sex slavery." "You're taking my advice and giving your slave some competition so she becomes better. How nice for you."

"Sir Brian, when did you wake up?" "How can a gluttonous slave like you survive until now?" I am sarcastic. As far as I know about the slave training ground, there are stringent regulations—callous treatment of slaves of low birth. There, just being lazy or just getting sick can be killed instantly. The human network there is like garbage and completely worthless. Kelsey scratched her head, cheeks flushed. "I don't know why, but I wasn't like this in the slave quarters." I raised my eyebrows. "So, is it because I'm too benevolent that you're getting lazy?"

Then towards the end of Sean's training, Shasta went back and interacted with Sean explicitly, handling and directing her own slave, which as far as sex went, only extended to oral sex, with Sean's hands bound behind his back, plus discipline. We broke ground on Shasta's house two days after Sean started his training at Mistress Dark's. Since there was no room at Shasta's until she moved, Sean continued to live at his current apartment when he wasn't in training. Shasta completed his slave bed and it was sitting in our basement in pieces waiting for her house to be finished.

"It's one of the islands of Ovzdusia. There, the slaves are bred. They stay with their birth-givers till they are five and then they are taken away from their 'homes'." My eyes widened. What the hell? "The boys are sent to train in different types of fighting techniques. And the girls are sent to learn about housekeeping stuff. And the ones who grow up to become beautiful are forced to become sluts and whores." I winced at his crudeness. "Sorry." He said softly. "After our training is completed, the strongest ones are turned into vampires and the rest of us are re-trained to do different tasks. And then we are sold to the highest bidder. It's Ovzdusia's biggest income. I've had one Master an

We also came across the building site, where the spared alive slaves are brought out to lay bricks, and serve as labourers in building the newest mansions throughout the 24hrs of a day. Then she pointed to a farmland in the distance. “That’s the Weaker’s Site, If someone loses in the morning training, they are sent there to work without food or drink for 24 hours.” “What?!” I shouted. “How can they train again the next morning with no food or water?” "I don't know. but I guess you have to tighten your belt, because if you loose again, you will keep ending back here till you loose your last breath." "This is strange!" I gasped, looking at the farmland where both the elderly and young citizens

I questioned. "If I was training you like a wolf, you would be dead by now," he replied. "Ten minutes," he says, leaving me alone and stepping outside. I could hear him locking the door with keys. It was as if no one knew I was here and they plan on maintaining it that way. In other words, they were secretly training me. I didn't know whether to appreciate the gesture or questioned why I was being trained, what motives he had. He normally sells his slaves once he is done using them, so I didn't know if he is training me for my new owners.

In my head no little would be punished that badly, if I knew how bad Felix spanks I would've thought twice before taking this job. I also had many friends around here, some are from clients, others who work here, two were my weirdest friends. We don't work in the same section but we still became close friends during lunch time in the cafeteria, the company provides food for everyone, Athena and Zeus, weird names but what did you expect from slave trainers. Yes slave trainers, it's the hardest type of training the company provides, only few would stay through this whole training program and enjoy it.