The Slave Community Book Novels & Stories

"The audacity of this author!" Roland exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and apprehension. He found himself pausing every few sentences, his gaze lingering on the words as if they held some hidden power. The book was a veritable bombshell, daring to criticize the very foundations of their society. It painted the royal family in a scathing light, accusing them of insatiable greed and a complete lack of self-discipline. However it was the author's stance on slavery that truly captivated Roland. With unwavering conviction, the book condemned the practice, asserting the fundamental equality of all humans and denouncing the notion of one person being inherently superior to another.

he drawled, like this was some sort of business deal instead of my entire life being sold off. I ignored him, lips pressed into a thin line, but the silence only seemed to amuse him more. His mouth curved wider, slow and cruel, like he enjoyed the taste of my dread. “Don’t sulk, little menace. You should be honored. Out of all the worthless wolves, I chose you.” Honored? I wanted to laugh in his face. Instead, my nails dug crescents into the paper, the words Omega Slave blurring under my grip. “Why’d I want to be your slave?” I asked, finally finding my voice.

I grabbed a glass of champagne off the table when a familiar face approached. "Hello," Catrina said, as she set another glass of champagne on the table. "You look stunning." She complimented me with a hint of apology in her expression. I smiled at her and said, "Thank you. You don't have to serve me, Catrina. Things are going to change. From now on, there will be no more slaves, only pack members. We will build a strong and unified community." Upon hearing this, her smile grew wider. "I'm sorry about..." I interrupted her by placing my hand on her forearm.

She went on, "I was just wondering. You said you were taken here too." Henrietta finished arranging her stuff before she turned to her. "I was indeed taken her but it wasn't against my will." She knew about it but she never really knew the whole story. And perhaps Henrietta read on her face that she wanted to hear it that she sighed and faced her fully. "Back in the human world, I was a slave, Guinevere," she started. Guinevere's brows furrowed as she looked at Henrietta.

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Twenty- Seven (Sheila’s POV) Waking up on a soft mattress, a flamboyant bedroom and being fed to stupor with staff at every turn wasn’t the life I expected waking up to. Growing up in the slave quarters sleeping on a hard cold floor was the normal routine, being able to sleep with food on your stomach and a warm shawl around your neck was considered a privilege.

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

"This is what it looks like. It looks like me; a needy slave slut, Grade A prime meat." "And me," Rhonda said. "And me," Evelyn added. "Don't forget us," Marcia and Chantelle said. I smiled at my sisters. "And them." "It's not just slaves that are sluts," Shasta said. "I know a lot of men fuckers want to stick their cocks in every hole they can as often as they can get it up." "Can I hear an amen?" Bill said. "Amen, brother," Sam said. "It's not our fault," Master said. "Really. They manage to coax another erection out of me no matter how tired I am. Can I help it they're so delectable I can't leave them alone?"

I could tell them if he wants’, I said in my head. “If I was to say you are my slave, they would have you treated like they treat our maids, you would be sleeping in the maid's quarter, no princess treatment, no nice bed to lay on, no nice food on the dining table. For the time we have to stay here, you will be regarded as a nobody... are you sure you want that?”, Nikolai slowly explained and I have to admit, he was right. These people are freakishly rich! If they know I wasn't in their class, they won't bat an eye on me, Galina will never speak to me like one of her friends.

Cassia, the chambermaid who had joined his cause, became his steadfast companion in this clandestine mission. The dynamics within the slave community were intricate, a delicate tapestry woven from threads of fear, distrust, and shared suffering. Maximus treaded carefully, aware that not all who toiled alongside him could be trusted. Whispers of rebellion carried weighty consequences, and betrayal lurked in the shadows like a silent assassin.

He shot me a wicked grin, and my stomach churned. "You see, Aston, boys in this community exist for one purpose, and one purpose only. They have no say in our community and no choice in what we do. We own the boys here, Aston. We own them just like we own the grapes on the vine. We keep a good stable of cute little slave-boys, and we all have our way with them -- as much as we want, whenever we want. It's the way life is meant to be: dominant men taking what they want, and submissive little boys to serve their cocks."