Teen Slave Training Novels & Stories

They would be trained and used for assassinations and suicide missions. The boys were on their knees, with chains about their necks, and their hands cuffed. The buyers took turns walking in front of the group of boys, hitting them with their canes or fists in the bid to determine their strength. I pulled Ben and Brian close instinctively. My heart broke for all the slaves being sold, killed or tortured. "Ah! The girl," one of the slavers said to the riders as they approached us. "And her siblings. They come with the package, but they're still pups."

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

"Umm... slave. Also, I need to find something that says umm... my special girls belong to me alone." "I can give you some online sites that can help you learn how to train your slave and help you become a better master. As for your girls, for your slave, a collar is just the thing. For your other girls you could go with the slave collar or a special necklace, a tattoo if you want something more permanent. How many girls total are we talking about here, Stud?" "Umm... three for now." "Three for now! Meaning you plan on having more than three, eventually. My, you must be something special to have three girls willing to share you."

He promised himself that he would do everything in his power to support her and help her through her pain. As the training session ended, Cora and Tristan gathered the slaves together and gave them a rousing speech, encouraging them to fight for their freedom and for their pack. The slaves were inspired by Cora's passion and determination, and they promised to fight with everything they had. Cora and Tristan left the training center, feeling a sense of accomplishment and purpose. They knew that they had a long road ahead of them, but they were ready for whatever challenges came their way.soon they bade each other goodbye as they decided to go their separate ways and then ,take some cool show

The bitter truth was that he controlled this land, and there was nothing these people could do about it. "Are you there?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The man would hear him even if he murmured his name in his sleep. That was the extent of Slave 6's training. He was a highly skilled and virtually invisible killing machine. That was how he had planned to train his captive. The man was already incredibly strong, one of the strongest Mostafa had ever seen, but he intended to mold him into an even more formidable killer. Heartless. Ruthless. However, the man had refused his reward and escaped with his slave.

There were slaves in the pack house, but they were purchased by his parents and uncle. My guard follows me downstairs. I like having protection because I don’t know how to fight. I was a slave. I wasn’t allowed to train. Maddox wants to get me basic training when we get back home. I’m for it. I need to know how to defend myself. It’s important that a Luna at least know how to defend herself and her pups.

“Saying something, old man?” “Do we really need to guard this lady along with you, Boss?” He sounded like pissed or something. I scoffed. Boss, huh? “I’m telling this to Adam!” Seeing Francisco and his ugly apprentice makes my blood boiled. If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have been putted in this kind of situation! Imagining being in someone's hands, who’s dangerous and could kill you in the blink of an eye. Who would be happy, huh? Adam has the upper hand and controls me based on what he wants. It’s like he’s my master and I’m his slave. Following all his orders until he says so.

Chloe Some time later... I couldn't keep working like a rat in that restaurant. I was too tired and hurt. It was then that Montana took me into his home. She was also once a slave, and knew better than anyone that I was destroyed. Of course, that didn't mean my work was over. Every now and then, I would be asked to do something. It took us a whole day and half of another day to prepare the place for the moon ceremony. Luna told me that there would be more than six hundred guests, between our pack and the neighbors, with whom we shared a peace treaty.

He's not sure anymore. As a slave trainer, he trained at least twenty girls. Some are voluntary, offering themselves as a pleasure slave to escape poverty, sacrificing freedom in return for security. Others were the daughters of impoverished peasants, forced to come to him in order to lighten the load and exchange for a dowry. A few more were the fourth or fifth wives of patriarchs and bankers, sent by their husbands to learn how to satisfy the different "taste" of their husbands. He trained so many people that he forgot their names. Now he knew all of them very clearly. Ojal Nath was sold to Turkey; Her master died and passed her on to his son. Eric had to pay a huge amount of money to set

The auction was over now and those who made purchases were settling accounts at the front desk. ‘’Yes, Prince Dante.’’ ‘’What did you say?’’ I forgot my manners. In slave training, we were specifically taught by Austen to always use the term ‘Master.’ If we didn’t, we could be killed immediately because these creatures are egomaniacs and psychopaths.