Fart Slave Novels & Stories

Shavaiz is a genius. Haya didn't answer again with the reason that their teacher pointed out. After their group Asher takes it back and eats out. They ate at an Italian restaurant that was just closing the school. While he ate his Asher they talked. "How can you feel?" Asher asked him. "No problem." Answer Be brief. Asher held out his hand before saying, “Forget what is shared with you, it will pass. "I just think why you really like me? All the women still out there, who are smart and rich, how about you choose them?" Haya asked him honestly.

"That wasn't a nightmare, Gwen. That was reality. You are stuck here forever." "I want to bargain, then," she said and now she saw both men's interest was piqued although she could see how the two of them were looking at her as though waiting for her to try and give her best shot. What she learned from talking to Henrietta earlier is that she has a choice. And if Hades won't give it to her for some fucked up pact he made with her parents many years ago, she would try and negotiate. "I will do the service," she said and she was surprised to hear her own voice not trembling. "I will be your slave and you use me whenever or wherever you want."

Though truth be told, I did little more than wait my turn, yet my body has already decided that it's done enough for the day. Tossing some crispier bits of bacon and an omelette onto my plate, I make my way towards a dining table. There are three set up in the room, which sits just off of the kitchen. I plant myself at the emptiest one and feel myself tense up a little, feeling every pair of eyes at the table on me. The ones who were animatedly talking become silent as I settle down. I cringe inwardly and avoid looking at any of them. “It’s Lisandra- the slave; the bait,” I can hear a taunting voice, purposely just loud enough for me to hear.

I’ve always hated being the center of attention. “And because of her survival, we’ve had over a year being Master and Slave. A year to grow, to learn from each other.. to become friends, to become more than friends. It is why I stand here before you all today.. because of the love I share with her.. I am here to publicly release her from being my slave.” He said. Many of the people gasped, some even growled.. but he would tolerate none of it.

Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s. “Deal” Beta Miguel did the same as he grabbed the other members hands and shake, the deal was completed and I, Emma Mondragon, had officially become a slave. ** I don’t know how long it’s been all i know is that we’ve been in a constant rush for the past few days, we came by quite a few stops to collect the other slaves that the Slavers were supposed to deliver, as of now, we were here in one of their bases to collect the other slaves held there and unlike all the other slaves, I am not chained with iron chains. Instead, I am handcuffed with silver, shackled hands and

I only realized that I was when I saw big drops of tears drizzling down my legs. “Hush now,” a warm voice called me, and then I felt a hand touching my cheek. Slowly, I looked up and met his brown eyes. “Don’t cry. As long as you obey me, I won’t kill you,” he said. Is he… comforting me? The man who bought me for $5 million was giving me comfort? ‘What a load of b*llshit!’ “From today onwards,” He continued, “I am your master, and you are my slave. If you play nice, I'll treat you well."

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.

Tasha recoiled in her seat as she wasn't sure if it was about that but she knew that it was the only thing she could remember doing and she wondered if Fabian had found out the real truth behind everything and how she only made up a lie to get Loretta punished. "I mean Fabian's new pet, mother. That's who I'm referring to." Tasha finally said after a long pause and looking at how Fabian seemed to be infuriated by what she said. "How dare you call her a slave? What right do you have to call her that when I didn't give you the power to?" Fabian thundered as he fumed and almost hurt himself as he felt a sharp pain which he grunted a little bit to, making sure it was not visible enough to the wh

he said with a smirk. WHAT??????? HIS SLAVE?????? HELL NO??????

He shook his head sideways. I stared at him confused, “not a slave?” “Yes.” His face concocted into a full-blown grin, he stood up once more, walked over to where I was, then whispered in my ear, “Sex slave.” My eyes widened, my heart beat quickened. I was too shocked to say a thing, as I watched this man return to his chair. Sex slave. I will be a mindless sex slave. “I mean— you are already a slave, why do I have to go through years of planning just to make you what you are already?” He chortled, looking so proud of himself.