Slavery - Page 8

This is the story from the beginning. I have written quite a lot but it is far from finished. You have to imagine the setting yourself, an ancient looking fantasy land with people and places with silly names

Her eyes like obsidian, With a mouth of coral red, Her hair; a black thunder cloud, Looms about her lordly head. Around her breasts are clasped Her talon bearing hands, Her silken, snowy back Like a marble column stands

"Don't be so silly Emily, I'd never pass as a slave!" Tracey squealed with laughter as her two friends smiled back at her. "Well not as you are now silly, we'd have to do some work on you but ultimately all girls can be slaves Tracey, regardless of their upbringing." Emily replied

I tossed and turned most of the night trying to think of a way out of the trap Kathy had put me in. At times I told myself that she'd never follow through on her threat and that I should refuse to go along with her desires

The Club Chapter 7 – Everyday Routine I had daily routines that I was starting to follow. Or at least certain things I would expect on different days of the week. Part of my routine was being monitored by Mr. Savage in every way, some days more closely than others

College Girl 2 Trisha “Trish” Coldman is a short wiry young woman. She likes to say she's athletic but she doesn't work out much and can't stand the sports scene. She likes it better in quiet settings and while she is active its better in the mountains or forest

I woke up to the sounds of a car honking outside the house. Cursing the driver I looked at the alarm clock next to my bed. It was 7 o’clock. Still there was plenty of time for my flight at 10. I cursed the driver again and pulled the blanket over my face

Before you all ask I am still writing the other ones and will post when they are ready! Author's Note: This story is, for the most part, written in the first person from the perspective of the main character, Jeff

This is a very short chapter, but it did not fit with the previous chapter nor with the next. This is a transition chapter and does not contain a lot of sex. This story stands on its own, but makes a little more sense if you have read the previous chapters

The Bondage Club Chapter one Kendall hesitantly walked in through the front door to the club passing into a foyer. The walls on each side of the foyer were decorated with murals of nude woman bound in different positions with all types of materials

I watched along with the rest of the lords and merchants as the slaves were bringing brought off the boat. I walk throught he crowd pushing so i can get a closer look and they move knowing that im of high rank

*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. There was a soft knock at the door

*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. Chapter 12 I blinked a few times, laid out on her body, not entirely sure if I'd been conscious this whole time

The sheets were soft and silky, they fell around her perfectly formed body, if she moved they fell back around her. It was nice to sleep in a bed every now and again. When the morning actually came she knew that this warm cosy bed, with its wonderful sheets would be at an end

Marcus Cole is a light brown black man who happens to be one of the Master Slaves. He's been working for master Thomas for as about four years now. Out of all of the slaves, Master Thomas hated him the most. It was because Marcus was very rebellious and stubborn