Fart Slave Novels & Stories

I would cum like a shameful whore. A dishonorable sex slave. "Yes, yes, Master!" I moaned, sounding so wanton and lewd. I couldn't stop myself with that big dick pounding my cunt. "Oh, that's so good! Ooh, ooh, Master!" "Little slut's not shy now," said Carter.

The cum was thick and everywhere as I tried to swallow it but it ended up on my face, my hair, and my body. When he finally pulled away, I lay there gasping, my face wet with tears and cum. “You play your role well,” Darius said, straightening. “This dirty version of you.” I stared at the ceiling, my body shaking. “So consider this a reward,” he continued. “You’re no longer just a slave.” My stomach twisted painfully as I wondered what he wanted to say next. “You’ve graduated into a sex slave,” he said calmly. I felt sick as the words settled into my bones.

Sicilia blinked her eyes bowing her head. "I am sorry my Lord, it will never happen again." Sicilia stuttered biting her inner cheek in utter humiliation. She couldn't believe she was humiliated like this in front of a Slave. A mere slave! Gulping her anger down she started eating as well. Gabriel from the start used to eat his food with his both mistresses only to remind them each night who they are and to never consider themselves more than that but both of his mistresses were thick-headed. They never understood the meaning behind his words.

"Shut up if you want to enjoy my body! I don't want to hear the voice of your cursing who has stolen my chastity, make me deaf! Let me live without hearing any sound. I have no hope in life anymore. Being your sex slave is my job right now," said Axelina trembling, enduring the pain in her heart. "You are my nightmare, Amar Trixeon, I hate you. If you are tired of my body, you better kill me right now, I don't want to live anymore."

Finally, the slave looked up into his daddy's eyes and said, "Daddy, I don't like being fucked. It hurts and I can feel the men cumming inside me. It makes me feel like I'm less than a man to be treated like this. I'm not gay and I don't want to be made to service men's sexual desires." With that, the slave bowed his head in shame hoping that he had performed well. Brandon and Matt smiled at each other as they watched the young slave try to remember how to react as he would have as a free boy and then draw back into his training as a slave fuckboy. The two friends knew they were going to have a lot of fun with this boy. The men hardly noticed when Jacob had finished and John had taken his sp

I rushed down to the field where I met many other slaves working hard. "Sir Mateo, please can I stop digging the cow dung? I already have blisters on my hand" A slave pleaded with the man in charge of the slaves who are working in the field, showing him her hands that was already blistered. I didn't know the slave digs out the cow dung in the cowsheds at the other end. Furthermore, I was lost in thought of how I will be able to survive in such a place. "Hey new slave! What are you standing there for? Do you think you're a princess who came to supervise the other's work?" The fierce looking man gave out a sarcastic laugh.

They were encouraging someone to do something. “That’s right little bitch, that’s what you are now, the slave bitch!” I heard one man laugh out. “Fuck him good!” Another called. The smell of male arousal was strong, the offending scent assaulting my nose. Ten other slaves stood around crowding in a circle. I heard a slap, and someone making a panicked noise. Some of the men had their cocks in their hands watching whatever was in the middle of the circle.

“That’s the best you can come up with?” “No, I really am a slave. I work here.” Oh shit, my fated mate was a slave.

Do people still smell good after falling into a canal? “You know what, your Mom, will get mad at me when we go home right now. God, what if she’ll fire me because of this?” she seemed sad right now and I see tears dropping in her eyes, her hands are shaking. Why are our maids afraid of my Mom? She’s nice... for me I guess. “Don’t worry Yaya Celine, I won’t blame you. Indeed, it’s not your fault, it is my fault, not you. So, you don’t need to be worried.” I said and forced myself to smile.

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!