Crymson Fira
slaves as she walked on by, slaves which were treated well, fed and taught to obey.
Neopian Takeover
He gritted his teeth and stood there while blood trickled through his fur and down his sides just underneath the sack clothing all slaves wore.
House Mutt
Were they slaves too? i...i don't even know._ slaves were invisible, little more than living tools. like a hammer sitting on a desk, there was no reason to think of them regularly; only when one had an errant nail in need of correction.
The Weakest Link
Garret had told bailey that walter randor, the slave master of the city and the one to first welcome him to slave life, had a strict rule that all punishments had to be _earned_.
To Follow My Heart Ch1.
The slave waited patiently till the wolf was out of the room before the human left himself to head out to the small building where all the slaves slept.
Jacks Tail: Chapter-12 Safe-House
Chapter 12: Safe House I shift uncomfortably in my seat; I've been stuffed in the back of the car with Twelve and two of Patrick's friends. My human neighbor apologizes: "Sorry, this car was made before Bio-morphs. The seats aren't made with...
The Modern Slave
A small increase of one hormone and a decrease of another can turn even the most aggressive canines into submissive slaves.
Time With A Troop
Maybe perhaps more slaves to control. that would be so much fun.
Clown Mare 5-3
Which slaves shall go?" dragonfly looked to her right. "what say you veilios my dear slave. pick one to stay, who shall it be?" veilios wondered in her thick skull of hers. "what will happen to the rest if i may ask?"
Kevin Foxboy 11
It just seemed right, to beat a slave for fighting then big submit to humans, to pay for doing what was theirs to do. all my anger, my strength of a moment ago, went away. i was just a slave. a terrified slave.
Clown Mare 1-1
I just wish i had better terms as a slave. however, i can't do anything right. all i kept doing was getting a death wish in a gambling act. i'm a clown.
Market-Day
"there are similar rules for house-slaves, and personal slaves, master," said bosc quietly. "am i to be a house-slave, or personal slave?" "i'm not sure i even know the difference," admitted the dog-colonel. bosc thought that was so ... well.