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''Fiona will have to make a promise to me and chant a few more powerful verses and thats all we will all be alive and I can have the revenge I want and you can have the love you always longed for, my little ones' 'So basically, you're taking mother, me and jessica into slavery?' I ask baffled. 'Slavery is a very harsh word dear, I prefer alliance' says the late princess. I look at Jessica who is as confused as me. 'Why are you pleasing us? Wouldn't your royal bloodlines power work to force us?' Jessica asks after a minute. 'You both have it all wrong. Hypnosis wouldn't make a person do something you against their moral character and I don't want to repeat what happen to Fiona' says the princ

but I remembered my mother now how can I give up on her this easy and leave her in my fathers mercy , I am not leaving without at least a fight , managed to cut their leader who was twice my size , directly in his left eye , who smirked in pain , all held me while I was furiously struggling and hitting whoever I could , but they held me tight from my frightened extremities . “if you resist anymore it is going to hurt more, and I want to hurt you more, princess” he said while harshly graping me from my hair and draging me to the walls of the arena , I screamed in pain , he raised me up high from my hair that I no longer can reach the ground , I felt my hair getting torn from my scalp. I saw t

“Stand up, my dear.” King Gregory was looking at her and she understood straight away the benign smile was fake. This was her punishment for not marrying Prince Renaud. Her knuckles were white where they clung to the ornate arms of the chair. Just for a moment she considered defying him in front of everyone and then common sense prevailed. Miriam rose, feeling faint. Surely a princess could not become a slave overnight? “Twenty pieces of silver,” someone cried, to almost everyone else’s amusement. That was barely enough to purchase a good milch cow the way prices were rising these days.

A princess that needed to return to glory. " Are you here?" Derek asked, jolting her back. " Sorry about that. '' She replied. " I have no memory of my parents. I think I am a slave , actually. At least, that is the little I know about myself. I have been a slave from my tender age till this very moment. " She smiled. " I guess that is what my date is all about. I am pretty sure the alpha king here would want my head chopped off and served him for dinner. I heard he does not spare intruders. So, I am ready for my fate. It is either I am killed or I become a slave here too. At least, I have hope of living a more peaceful and quiet life here. "

She fell to the ground, sitting on the mess and sobbing uncontrollably. Indeed, life has the ability to shape one's personality. Throughout her whole existence as a princess, she never ever cried. However, now that she is a slave, she weeps often, crying like a helpless Omega female. Since spilling the King's food constituted a serious charge, there was no way for her to defend herself now. Knowing that bringing up the Mistress' name would only make her punishment harsher, how would she explain to him that she spilled his breakfast in front of him?

They all had scornful looks on their faces. "You had better stop acting like a princess and behave properly, this place is not a place to act all soft and helpless, this is a slave quarters and a princess is not allowed here. Do you know what that means? It means that you are not allowed to act like you are a princess here because you are nothing but a common slave now." The head maid spat on my face.

The servant whimpered softly, her body shaking in the princess’s lap. “That’s it,” the princess whispered. “Come for me like the little thing you are.” The orgasm ripped through her, hard and hot, her cry swallowed by the vast room. The princess held her down, fingers working through every shudder, every tremor. When it was over, the servant collapsed against her, trembling. The princess stroked her back lazily, her other hand still resting possessively between her thighs. “This is your place,” the princess whispered against her ear. “Not as a servant. Not as a woman. As mine.”

"The little slave who thinks she is special now because she is mated to the executioner." "Please just leave me alone." I managed to whisper, but my voice came out so weak it was pathetic. Hunter laughed and it was an ugly sound that made my skin crawl. "You really think you matter now, don't you? You are still just a worthless slave who got lucky, but that luck is about to run out because you will be dead soon anyway." He moved closer and I backed up, my entire body trembling until I hit the stone railing of the balcony and had nowhere else to go.

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

"They might not have shown it, but our masters cared for the slave princesses. They are an essential part of all of this. We should have never let them send them away." Yaz cast a sideways glance at him. "You say that as if we could have done anything about it. You are forgetting something vital. Those ladies were freed. They are no longer slaves. The first time they were brought here, they had no choice in the matter. No human returns to Urai of their own free will, especially not ones who suffered as much as the slave princesses did." Wegai fell silent. "Your master's female had it worse," Yaz finally muttered. "During her last days here, our people tried to kill her. Everyone hated her. S