Vikings Slaves Novels & Stories

The tight puckered hole showed no signs of assault, and Vachiari could count on his experience to safely say that the captured male still had a virgin ass. Not for long, the middle-aged man mused and stopped his ministrations. The slave was now writhing against his restraints, and the muffled sounds that could be heard, despite the mouth gag, were a clear indication that the young man was not happy with being handled. Vachiari took a step back and asked his assistants to turn the slave so he could take a good look at his front, too. The longish, raven strands, the deep, charcoal-like eyes, and dark skin made him exotic. Slaves born and raised to please had their benefits, but a beautiful spe

Spinning around to check the king's expression, although it's wrong, knowing the rules between her and the King, but she wanted to know her fate through the king's expression…not sure if she would be able to read his expression. “No” The king screamed, although it escaped his mouth, listening to Aloha thought made him screams, although he wasn't sure she understands the reason for his scream. A flash of sheepish ran through his eyes for a second, and he adjusted his seat, noticing the awkward intent gaze, Aloha and the two visitors giving him. After what looked like a whole day, Ragnar finally spoke. “You do know who slaves are, especially who they are to their master, you do know the only p

I countered as I could already hear the murmurs coming from the slaves and the women that were around. "I'm sure you are too innocent to the point where your slaves have something too important to say, probably waiting to reveal your sins." I scoffed as I looked around to see the tired and battered-looking faces of the slaves who were too eager to speak. I ordered them to say what they had in their minds. The slaves revealed how he and his warriors had fought and killed many people in the small wolf packs, and also how he took the women and children to his pack as slaves. They revealed that his brother was also a great accomplice which made them the worst.

"Would you want it served bare or clothed?" Ivanna felt nauseous inside her stomach as she listened to what the chief servant referred to as a dish. It was another slave being emancipated to the Youngest Master of the Breguet family as a meal. Slaves were dined as food for the nobles. They were molested and fucked, which often led to death, but the nobles never felt any concern. To them, humans were just food and sex slaves.

“Back home, only humans captured in war could be slaves. Does the same happen here?” “The ways of your kind are very different from the ways of the Icelanders. If you’re rich, you can acquire slaves at the slave market. If you’re indebted to someone, you can offer up yourself or your offspring to pay your debt. Majority of the slaves here are humans who are aware that supernaturals exist. The princes go out once in a while to find those humans and bring them back here as slaves. Many of them like it here and don’t want to leave”. “That’s..that is a lot to take in. And you, do you like it here?”

We were bound to them in a way that ran deeper than service. Unlike regular workers, we, as slaves, had no choice but to be loyal. Our survival depended on it. And with how grim things were for our people out there, it would be foolish to betray the Morosovs and lose the fragile safety we had in Jorvik. It was smart of them to take us along. For once, it felt like we weren’t just expendable; we were part of their strategy for survival.

The king had her to be one of his slaves together with men and women they had captured during their battle with the Funni clan. Ogara lived among the Funni kinds to serve the king as his slave. Altogether in the slave settlement they were one hundred and thirty thousand of both men and women, with their children. The slaves were given a portion of land close to the territory to inhabit and work for the king. They were allowed to sleep and make more babies which would in future serve as younger inlets, some who would be made warriors and some servants to the throne.

My conversation with Juniper was both eye opening and both worrying. It was eye opening that I started to realize that in truth, I was different from most slaves but most of the slaves came from a royal lineage. None of them were Princesses when they were captured. None of them were through the same torture as I did. None of them were hated by virtually everyone in the kingdom. Why was I so different?

Dominic sat across from me on the couch. “Well, what did you find?” I asked, trying to steady my voice. He exhaled, leaning forward. “Apparently, what the healer girl said was true.” I raised a brow. “And?” Dominic’s tone dropped, serious. “It’s worse than we thought. Initially, we assumed the slaves were just brought in and dispersed for labour, maybe at the pack house or elsewhere. But it’s not. They’re being put through hard labour, beaten, underfed… and recently, sex work has been introduced. Girls are being sold to rich clients, even people from other packs, and the people in charge are making money off it.”

Each of them with their face down and their hands crossed over each other at the front. Lexi approached with calculated steps, swaying his gaze from maiden to maiden as he strolled towards me. He stopped in front of a maiden and grabbed one of her breasts. I was used to seeing him act like that. Treating women so disrespectfully as if he owned them. But was I wrong? He actually owned them. Some of us were servants while some were slaves. Slaves and servants held different meanings in Crescida. A slave is someone who is bought and made to work without any wage but a servant is one who works for his wage. So the treatment actually differs.