Novel & Cerita Fart Slave Stories

"But it or leave it" "Ooh so the slut in you did not come out last night not to mention you were drunk and two the guy was such a priest to sleep next to all this" she pointed at her sexy body, "and not touch you leave alone not have a series of nocturnal emissions to flood his entire apartment?" That description was somehow funny. Both of them found themselves laughing at their heads off. "No, we didn't do anything" "Am calling Lewis to cancel my first story and give a fresh one"

"Hearing the job offer, I took it. Not even considering the fact that it was too good to be true. It was desperation that pushed me. The biggest nightmare was when I realized I was being transported to another county illegally. And that I have to pleasure old men and please my masters in exchange for my life. "I got separated from my siblings and I was tortured for entertainment. I was bound, stripped, and fucked by countless men until I passed out and woke the next day with a fever. I was in hell, Guinevere. They abused everyone who are like me and when we get too sick to be of use to them, they discard us and left us to die. To rot. Alone and miserable. Gods, miserable isn't even enough of

I didn't say anything, I just looked at my hands and the tears starting pouring. ‘What about my dad, he must be worried sick about me. What about school? What do I do now?’, I asked myself. I've heard cases of sex trafficking of young girls and children's but never did I think it will happen to me. “SHUT THE FUCK UP STUPID BITCHES!!!”, The ugly man yelled at the girls. I flinched and I didn't want to imagine what this man can do to us. “You low lives are only alive because I approve of it! It seems you don't know what's going on here?! You were all sold to me so I own you!! I could kill you and throw you into the ocean and no one would find your body!!”, The fat man yelled.

Hearing my previous friends cursing me like this, there seems to be something stuck in my heart. I sigh. “ Betty, are not you happy with Bruce? We all know how much he loves you.” Betty snorts. “ You all know how much he loves me... Then do you know why I became his slave?” I shake my head. “ You did not tell me.” Betty shouts loudly, “ You did not care about me, so I did not tell you. He raped me. I have no more choices. I have to be his slave.” I am surprised. Bruce really raped Betty as he mentioned when I was eavesdropping.

I wasted no time pulling the trigger down his throat. "Bastardo, clean up this mess reco and do well to cut him into piece, send his body to his family they would love my present. what the fun in killing without having to give a present. ********************(home)********************* l just got out from the bathroom after having a proper cleanup, decided to go see the affairs of the house. I just got to know I have a little business or a meeting with my new slaves. I was told they have been groumed except from a little naive girl who seemed lost in the world.

What was this about? Was I going to join the others? Would I be forced to sell my body? Madame Freya took one look at my face and laughed heartily. "Look at you. Trembling with fear, are you? Are you scared?" I said nothing and simply stared back at her. Madame Freya narrowed her eyes at me and spat at my feet before wiping a hand across her mouth. The bartender along with everyone else standing around laughed. My cheeks became red with anger and humiliation. "You were the worst slave I ever owned," she declared. "Never listened. Always made mistakes. I suspect you did it to challenge me. See how far I'd go with you. Isn't that right?"

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

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.

I asked coldly, “a Luna and a slave. How exactly does that work?” Sven’s smile sharpened, cruel enough to cut. “Ah, yes. Quite simple, really. Luna in the eyes of everybody else… slave when we are alone.” I laughed out loud, because this had to be some kind of sick joke. “If you need maids, hire one or two.” His smirk deepened, eyes flashing with that feral green fire. “Maids? No, princess. You’re going to be my sex slave.” The crude words rolled off his tongue like they belonged there, like he was used to degrading and commanding.