Wedgie Slave Novels & Stories

When the technician removed the device, Trish had a sturdy metal collar around her neck. The feeling of the uncompromising metal was what made Trish Bousquet realize that no ... this was no dream. She never was going to wake up, because she had never gone to sleep. Trish had become a slave. The collar marked her as a slave. Because of the collar, the world around her would always see her as a slave. The collar would become her identity. Nothing else would matter. As the collar technician packed up his supplies, the auctioneer made a final announcement:

Sleep was impossible for Dao-Ming as she lay next to Shen. She knew all too well the reason for the wild screams coming from the new shipment. She wondered how many Wadim kept and how many were to be sold. It was rumored that the buyers weren’t vampires. She’d heard Wadim ran a large slave and prostitute trafficking business and his buyers were prominent men and women from around the globe. The black man they called Stevenson was in charge of these transactions. She saw him only once. That was when she was taken. She knew immediately by the way the others jumped when he spoke that he was in a position of power.

"Because, some slaves would disgrace the establishment and cause a disadvantage to future next trades in the future. The warden said, still looking at Alexia. "All other slaves except Alexia Ortega, will not participate in the slave's trade, she will have to remain in the establishment for a more years, till she is well tamed, then she will have to be sold out, out to a disciplined master"

I fist my palm as I try not to let it take over me. " Oh, but you are... You are a fucking slut and I ... And I am your master. Do you understand?" My voice heavy and low as I wheeze. I never believed in this shit of master and slaves. I am involved in a lot of things that are twisted , illegal, and immoral in the eyes of the general.

Slave traders were not easy to find because they kept switching headquarters to avoid human authorities who called them trafficking rings. Slaves were also very expensive, so many of the small packs did not have slaves. Most people did not support the practice. However, the bigger packs did not care about public opinion. They bought slaves and used them for work and other things. Midnight Pack was one of those well known for buying and keeping wolves and humans as slaves. Two days later, I was in a minivan with four other women who were also getting sold as slaves. It was night time and our limbs were tied together so tightly that we could barely move.

, and with his long, strong body, he pressed himself against her, and then suddenly, he let go of his hand, and looked down on her as if she were an ant, his thin lips curling into a cold smile: "It's time to exercise your duty as a slave today, sleep with me for one night." Zona suspected that her ears had misheard, and in slow motion, she raised her head, "What did you say? I just went through ...." "You're a slave, do you want your master to accommodate your physical condition?" A touch of annoyance surged in his heart, abruptly! He buried his head, his thin lips pressing hard against Zona's half-open red lips, sticking his tongue into her mouth to maliciously mimic the thrusting and stir

I just wanted to hold her in my arms and ease her pain as much as possible. From the sound of things, she wasn’t doing really well, and that was the reason why my mother agreed. Ariana was in and out of consciousness and the doctor had no explanation for it, besides the fact that she was mated to the strongest werewolf of all in our kingdom. She was a slave, ranked lower than an omega and, before that, she was an omega …

Ivara's POV “Isn’t that the five hundred million dollar slave?” “Who thought they’d send such an expensive slave to the labor field? Like—the labor field.” These and many other derogatory comments came from the other omega slaves loitering nearby. I kept my head low as I walked. None of their words moved me. All I was concerned about was my dream and Kerion.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.

’ Upon thinking of this, Jayden moved quietly to Hebron as Charlie was talking to Wendy and whispered, “Hey, Hebron, don’t be too upset. You should be thankful for ending up like this today…” Hebron’s tears immediately flowed down his cheeks when he heard this. He resisted the urge to cry out loud and asked, “Chief Jay, what do you mean? What is there to be thankful of?” Jayden said in a serious tone, “In the past, there was a boss who owned a billion-dollar company that was almost listed. He didn’t even do any lewd business as you did; he simply offended Master Wade, and now, he is still working as a worker in a f*cking construction site! Master Wade had specifically said that he has to wor