Wedgie Slave Novels & Stories

one of Mariam's servants whose name was Rebecca. She was always helping Galene do her chores whenever Mariam wasn't in sight. She had helped and assisted Galene a lot and Galene couldn't help but be thankful. "I was at the kitchen" Galene replied and the girl sighed sadly, her gaze fixed on Galene. She was facing a lot of pain and trauma at this her young age. First, her husband was shot with a poisoned arrow, and next, their most trusted persons betrayed and turned her into a slave not minding her pregnant state and now, her husband was no were to be found. He had disappeared from his sickbed.

The whip cracked through the air, its leather tip biting into my flesh. I clenched my teeth, determined not to cry out. He circled me slowly, his boots scuffing against the floor. "You thought you could escape, did you?" he sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "Foolish girl. You could run from me? I am not a weak teenage boy. You are a slave and I am your master now." He leaned closer to my ear and whispered.

I was the only one raising my hand at that time. “She’s mad at you,” Aki said after our class on her. “The way she looks at you and how she ignored you. That’s a sign of anger.” “I should be the one to get mad at her. She hits my head with a plank!” Gwen rolled her eyes. She was sassier than I thought. With the expensive bags she was bringing in the class, I wouldn’t think she’s a daughter of slaves. Slave on her was being a secretary of the billionaire beta. Though it's a high-paying job for humans. It's being slaves for them because they needed to follow the orders of that beta. “That’s absurd if she did that to you. You should try hitting her with a plank as well.”

Fu8ck I was hard already. "This is what's going to happen. We have decided to share you both. I'm fuc8king Slave today and Daniel is fuc8king Cu8m Sl8ut. You are our slaves, so anything goes. Do you want to safe-word, either of you?" Neil demanded in a deep voice that brooked no argument.

In four words, they made us slaves. If you are lucky, you could either be sold off as a slave. A house slave, a war slave, a lucky slave who can become a werewolf is she mated to a wolf. The worst of it all was a Sex Slave. They are usually the worst, and although they have high advantage and gain more favor unlike the rest of the slaves, the sex slaves could be killed anytime.

“William may not have decided to kill me, but making me into a slave? You know as well as I do that that’s even worse than being exiled. And here I thought I wouldn’t be used as a tool ever again…” Slavery amongst werewolves… While it was not something common amongst any werewolf pack, it was still a well-known punishment amongst many. Usually done to werewolves who committed an unspeakable crime as irredeemable mutts, or members of a fallen pack’s Alpha’s family as trophies. Either way, once branded as a slave, no longer would that werewolf be seen as an equal. No longer would they be treated as a person. Instead… they will be treated as a tool they aren’t. Since slavery was a practice that

"Slaves essentially, or it could be other Masters or Mistresses with his permission, but generally, only those people Master himself can fuck. If he has sex with a non-slave, we consider it to be a violation of our wedding vows as we don't consider ourselves to have an open marriage where we can fuck anyone we want. To have sex with other slaves is not. After all, through me, he's fucking three slaves, which is not a part of our wedding vows. We had to make adjustments to our thinking to allow sex with others." "So you've had sex with other Masters?" Cindy asked. "We did at the beginning," Lisa said. "In order to continue our slavery, we surrendered our right to fuck other Masters. Essential

Smiling at that unrealistic thought, I quickly hung the sheets on the hanging line and returned to the house and mopped the whole room. Happy with my hard work that I had already forgotten where I was, I walked to the massive bathroom and cleaned it too. I made sure to clean even his jacuzzi even though I didn't like him, but he was still my master. Was I now a real slave? Sighing at the hard reality, I continued working on his jacuzzi while praying that he wouldn't start to abuse, beat me or rape me as all masters did to their slave. Slaves were the lowest rank in a werewolf world.

Nina exclaimed through the speaker. “Are you listening to yourself? Didn’t you hear the part where I was kidnapped, threatened and almost raped by the thugs? And then I had to become a slave pet to pay off Mark’s debts??” Evelyn asked in disbelief. She wondered what was going on in Nina’s mind. What was so exciting about being someone’s pet? It was degrading and she hated it.

He said deeper and more demanding. “Do it.” Laila urged. Tilting my head back I took the contents of the glass in one hard swallow. “I Alpha Colton Graham of the Twin Wolves pack claim you Amanda Heartly as my slave. I bind you to me with my blood and now you are mine.” He growled.