Fart Slave Stories Novels & Stories

oh, the stories they would tell. They would only tell happy ones. The ones where my smile was wide, Junior's eyes sparkled with love and adoration, they would talk of the food we'd burn, and the many nights we'd order take out, they would speak of the many times I accidently farted around Junior and his teasing chuckles.

He may be my first mate and this is the first time I became a slave, but I am not innocent to these kinds of things. Some of the girls in my village who became a slave and was freed by their masters were talking about this stuff. They said it is normal for slaves to be s*x slaves. Some of them are even enjoying it. My back is resting in comfort against the soft mattress when suddenly, the bed rocked. Ryler positioned himself on top of me. I was busy traveling my eyes all around the room that I did not notice him approaching. He leveled his face at me. His eyes locked on mine. Without removing his gaze at me, he reach for my hands and held my wrists to place them above my head.

I said and kiara smile and niharika laughed like a witch. "Ohh wait wait wait what did you just mention your husband *she laughed like a witch* so for your kind information let me tell you you are his slave. Just his slave whom he doesn't love but lusted more than anything. He just fucks you to overcome his stress and you have already consider him as your husband. You are a slut nandini one day he will handover you to his other servants just let him got over you. " Niharika said and my eyes just watered. I don't want to hear this but this is only truth of my life. Yes i am a sex slave.

Freya eyed me warily from the cage on the other side of the room, but I paid her no mind, I couldn’t right now, it was taking all I had to keep myself sane. I had heard stories over the years, of slaves sold on the black market to less progressive packs, part of me had always assumed that they were just horror stories designed to keep a pack in line for fear of being banished to the rogues, but locked in a cage, mere hours from being sold, all the stories flooded back in pieces.

I gasp, maintaining a widen mouth for many seconds. I've been in the pack for years and I've heard pretty sad stories of slave wives who were discovered and freed. Some mates pretended that they were sick and would not let anyone visit them, even their family. Everyone out here would be praying for their recovery, not knowing that inside, they are being bound and beaten, tortured by their mate and the girl that is their mate's Mistress. They are unclad and starved. It's the worst treatment that can ever happen to a woman. As I hear this, I become so furious, I rise to my foot. "I'll go find the prince wherever he is challenge him openly concerning this!" I'm already on my way to do this when

"Let's hope that YOU are more durable than your mother, little cunt." "No! Please! Let my mother go. This is wrong!" Shinatri squealed as three men manhandled her and threw her onto the bed. Soon four men were holding her down face-up, recreating her mother's ordeal from earlier. Okotwe straddled her, loomed over her. She fought, she tried to kick, but the slaves' strong hands held her fast. Okotwe positioned his massive erection at her unwilling pussy and thrust deep, starting a fresh, pulverizing rape as the teen girl lay on the same bed where her mother had been fucked moments earlier.

"OK slut ask your Master for your punishment" "Please Master, slut has been naughty, she needs punishing" "OK slut your punishment is as follows you will remove the dildo and suck it clean OK" "Y..Yes Master" Fay had sunk pretty low over the last few days but she was plumbing new depths now as she gingerly removed the dildo from her wet slit, to her shame it made a sucking sound as if her cunt was unwilling to relinquish its prize. Fay knew the people around her could clearly hear the noise. To her mounting embarrassment she noticed a sixteen-year old boy openly staring at her, his parents oblivious to her actions.

I haven’t been whipped in a long time and that’s only because I’ve tried as much as possible to obey the slave master and do everything he tells me to. I hate the slave master. He’s a short man with a fat belly and I’ve always thought his face -which despite his disgusting personality- was too cute for him. He whips humans- slaves- for the dumbest of reasons. I once had a cell mate who the slave master beat to death because he asked her to smile and she retaliated by spitting in his face. An act that she paid for with her life.

Is it for real ? She thought. "I said i was going to have my way didn't i ? Unless you'd suddenly stop being a slave, But you're a slave !" The psychotic man said with his ugly smirk, "You cannot have your way, it's either you have your way on the King sex slave and die !" Evari said, She shut her eyes in pain, that she has to tell them she was the king's sex slave to be free, Like being the king's slave is a regal and respectable position.

Hundreds of Lucifers together make one Evinrude. As I stepped into his mansion, he tied a belt on my neck. He and his kids used to treat me worse than any dog would be treated. I don't think so there is any word, invented lower than the word slave. I was given dog's pots to eat and drink water. They used to give me their leftovers to eat. I bared everything. But then one day, his sons told me lick their feet like a dog and I denied. As a result, they tied me in their garden and they all peed on me. And their mother filmed it all like it was a comedy show or something. That's when I lost it. I knew the only way I had left was to fight for myself.