Teen Slave Training Novels & Stories

Dominique asked. "The trainers would be the cornerstones of the project. The slaves would be the result. I anticipate needing four house slaves, plus Jeannette, or someone like her. Our slaves would need to have a great deal of training on how to behave in public, Jeannette was out there as little as a year ago. Some minor training, and she'd be comfortable in a public setting. Our slaves would have to be chained up and I can't do that. Law enforcement would be aware of our activity sooner or later. If they arrive and find a woman chained to the basement wall, how long before they managed to get her to talk about how she got there?" Devon shook his head. "No, it's better to find willing part

In fact, for most of us, it had been a decade since we saw a human boy in person. I was brought to The Cell at thirteen-years-old. They stuck me in that place for three years, before I was transported here, to Lockheart Botique—a small slave emporium in the market district. Sixteen was not the age of purchase for a slave, but rather, the age where we first began our lessons. We were taught how to provide for our masters, how to please them, and how to act as good service for the rest of our lives. The aunts wanted us well-prepared before we reached the proper selling age of eighteen. After all, a slave’s attitude toward their master was their most important attribute.

"No one else will sit beside me on the throne but you. I want you to always have that at the back of your mind." "Then be my trainer," I pouted. "I want to be stronger and be able to defend myself. My body is weak." His eyes narrowed at me. "Huh? You want to train?" "Yes, I have to train, please." "Train for what?" he asked, lowering his head. "I'm sorry, but you're not allowed. As a slave, you're forbidden from even approaching the training grounds." "Then it doesn’t have to be the training grounds. Anywhere can be my training place..."

Since she was thirteen years old, I'd kept her, and she was more than just a pet to me; she was my closest friend. As he continued, he moved to sit cross-legged on the floor. "You see," he said, "when slaves reach the age of twenty-eight, our regulations stipulate that they must be disposed of in one of two ways." They are either delivered to a facility where they will be bled to death, and their blood will be added to our supply, or they are transported to a breeding clinic where they will be artificially inseminated an excessive number of times until they are unable to have children.

I don’t want to have to deal with the drama of a broken bone. “No, I didn’t. Thanks for almost killing me by the way.” “It was part of the training. You need to learn to use people's body weight against them.” I tell him and he glares at me. “What did you want to ask?” I say ignoring his murderous glares. “Its about the slaves. I mean the people that used to be slaves.” He corrects. “Yeah, what about them?” A knot forming on my forehead. “Do you have like a record of where you got them, I don’t know, something, anything that can tell us where they come from?” I don’t know where this is going but I don’t have what he’s looking for.

"Zachariah has also mentioned that there are sex slave camps as well..." "Well, there are 3 main illegal packs, camps or villages, the first two you know the Sex and the slave, now they really speak for themselves. The sex slave camps, packs or villages, what they are called depending on who's territory you are in at the time, are used to train both males and females in sexual pleasure but it is not a willing choice, most are sold into the camps and are forced to submit or face punishments. The slave camps, packs, or villages are used again to train both males and females in the art of service. Most are part of a slave village and then are sent to a sex village once they are of age... It is

How did she know the breakfast was for me? Either way, I was overwhelmed that my feelings had reached her. She wasn't angry like I thought she was! I thanked the moon goddess for bringing us together! Life back then at the miserable camp where the slave training took place, was hell on earth. According to our superiors, the training was mandatory if we ever wanted to get hired by the royal palace. Most of the slaves at the training camp were orphans just like us, their parents passed away at war or due to poverty and ill health.

This has been drilled into the boy over the course of his training, alongside the other fuckboys-in-training that were at The Center at the same time as the boy. The boys' instructors had shown the trainees numerous videos of the worst boy brothels, boys sold to BDSM clubs, overly cruel masters, and disobedient or disrespectful boys finally being sent to work in mines or other hard labor locations after they continued to refuse to accept their new role in life and obey their masters. The lesson clearly stated that the boys would all be better off obeying and accepting their new roles as slave fuckboys. This along with generous amounts of conditioning and obedience training had turned all the

But he wasn't that happy, he was missing something, he just didn't know what. Today's his seventeenth birthday, with the help of Kayla, his brother's girlfriend they talked to Blake his older brother and guardian to take him to the classification center. Toby the little guy, sat anxiously about what's going to happen, what if he is a slave like Kayla he loved her but that kind of life wasn't his, he's too delicate for it. A sub wouldn't work with him either unless he could find the softest dom ever who'll never punish him.

This was why he had so many captives; both men and women whom he had trained to be professional assassins who derived pleasure in killing people and they were only allowed to go out of the camp when they had jobs to do in different countries. The leader got out of the boat first and Kelsey pretended to get down clumsily. She didn’t want them to know how skillful she was with boats and water as that was one of the things she learned while growing up with Pappy Alan. After they all alighted from the boat, the other two men took the dead bodies on the boat for burial in the camp. They washed the boat and dragged it on land. As soon as everyone was on land, the leader asked the slaves to report