Fart Slave Stories Novels & Stories

~Zella~ The men murmured to each other, getting excited about the bidding, ignoring the contempt in my eyes. ‘I need a new sex slave because my previous one died after I drowned her in the bathtub during our sex play,’ I heard the guy say to his companion. ‘I also need a new one because my current sex slave is already ugly after I knocked out all her front teeth after punching her in the face,’ the guy responded, and they both erupted in laughter as if sharing a hilarious joke.

“I don’t want to go back there. Please, I'll do anything for you. I’ll be your slave, your toy, your property…anything! Just tell me!” “You can own me, use me, keep me locked in a fucking cage if that’s what you want. Just please don't send me back.” For a moment he didn’t blink,.didn’t move. His fury radiated from him like heat off a burning building. "You think spreading your legs will make things right? You think offering yourself is enough to fix this war you have started?” “But you're powerful and influential, Aziel King. You can protect me. You can end this. And I'll do anything for it. I'll be your...your slave, your sex partner, whatever you want, whenever you want. Just...please.”

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.

He just had that fantasy of breaking me into pieces because he believed that he owned me one way or the other. Now I made a mistake of allowing him to have access to my body and I was sure that he would not stop there. He was going to make it a routine and I didn't think I could keep up with any of that because then it would mean that I was also agreeing to become his sex slave.

But my ass hurt a lot and then the canal smelled so bad, like terrible. I looked at Yaya because she’s now covering her nose. The other people looked at me, and then the others were forcing themselves not to laugh. Looking at my dress that used to be pink, now it looks like it turned black...? “Do I smell so bad, Yaya Celine?” I gaze at her, blinking. Oh yeah, I smell so bad. Even my nose is hurting because of this smell. How much more of Yaya Celine? “No, you smell so good even though you fell in the canal, Senorita.” I can’t help my smirk. I know she’s lying. I can see in her eyes. Do people still smell good after falling into a canal?

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

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

He would find me even if I ran into a rabbit hole, but the last place he would think to look was on a ship. I could sail to one of those Arab countries that I had been hearing about and just start afresh. My admission into the university was gone. It was painful, but that wasn’t something that could break me. What would break me was being stuck here for the rest of my life as a sex slave to a total stranger. With the kind of amount that he bought me with, I could only imagine what would be required of me sexually. The thought of it alone made me shudder. Keith Von Quavo could be a handsome and alluring man, but I didn’t want to become his sex slave.

My pussy clenched uselessly around the speculum and his fingers, leaking even more slick down my ass crack onto the table. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “You are not coming until I decide the treatment has worked. Describe another fantasy. Make it dirtier this time.” I whined loud, my hips trying to grind against nothing while he kept me pinned and stretched open. “God, okay, okay. I fantasize about you inviting other doctors in to watch while you finger me like this and make me squirt all over the table. “ “I want them to see how much of a dripping slut I am for your hands. “

Ethan ripped her top off, grabbed her tits hard and slapped them. “These fat tits are made for abuse.” Jax yanked her skirt up and shoved her to her knees on the dirty concrete floor. “Open that fucking mouth.” Two hard cocks slapped against her face. Lia opened wide like a starving slut. Ethan shoved his thick cock down her throat first, balls-deep in one thrust, making her gag violently. Spit exploded from her lips as he fucked her face mercilessly, her glasses fogging and sliding down her nose. “Choke on it, you pathetic virgin-turned-whore. This is what you were born for.”