Fart Slave Stories 소설 & 이야기

"Your Majesty, we have a couple of new members that will introduce themselves before we move on to the more important matters. My heart raced with anxiety when I realized introductions were happening right away. I had rehearsed my lines a few times, but only a garbled jumble of words came to my mind while I waited for my name to be called out. "Next, Lady Nadia Varga, Daughter of Mr. Eugene Varga, former courtesan and worker at the Great Kitchens, now a loyal mistress of Grand Duke, Ian Balogh Bauer." I bowed down before opening my mouth, but the King wasn't looking at me. He locked his eyes with Ian and motioned me to sit down. Another gentleman, much old and frail than the earlier man, sto

Harder. “Two.” By the fifth stroke, my ass was on fire, tears stinging my blindfold. By the eighth, my body betrayed me, heat pooling low in my belly, slick between my thighs. “Louder,” he snapped. His hand gripped my throat from behind, forcing my head up. “Nine!” “Ten!” My voice cracked. His hand slid down, fingers going between my legs, finding me soaking wet. He laughed. “Look at you. Dripping like a slut”

Luke hopped in too. Meanwhile, Lisa walked inside her office angrily with Dina trailing behind her. “What happened Lisa? You just slapped Alfred King” Dina said and Lisa turned to her angrily. “That monster fucking had the gut to touch me after what he did to me? God!! Everyone thinks he's a great man not knowing he’s a fucking monster. I'm gonna hit him over and over again. I hate him” Lisa yelled angrily and Dina swallowed hard. Lisa had told her about how she was bought n turned into a sex slave, tortured, and almost died but she never told her who the man was. Does that mean it was Alfred King?

Jax followed seconds later, pumping my womb full until it overflowed and leaked down my thighs in creamy rivers. They pulled out slowly, leaving my holes gaping and ruined. I pushed like the trained p**n whore I was, showing the camera my prolapsed asshole and the cum farting out of my stretched cunt. “Look what you do to me, Victor,” I whispered breathlessly, still lost in the fantasy. “This should be your cum dripping from your stepdaughter’s filthy holes.” Tony lowered the camera, grinning. “Jesus, Lila. That was some of your hottest shit yet. The boss is gonna love this one—taboo stepdad stuff is trending like crazy.”

*** Flashback start… “I… actually came from a poor family with a lot of siblings.” Carter started. The surroundings toned down as if listening to his story, including me, who attentively heard him. But of course, Clairmont wasn’t one of those people. He was quiet, yeah, but I could see him yawning on his seat. Putting that aside, Carter then added. “It was almost winter and we are pretty scarce on food, nor money. But then, a group of slave traders came to our village. For the sake of bringing food to the table, I volunteered myself to be sold away as a slave.”

The only thing on my mind right now is fucking coffee, and I'm dying for a steaming cup with a blunt and a cigarette to match, all while sitting on the building's roof and letting the wind take me away. "I had no idea you were such an early bird." As I tiptoe past Scotty toward the kitchen, his deep, sleepy voice startles me. I come to a halt and turn to face him, leaning against the doorframe as a late rush floods my body. "Yeah, I have trouble sleeping. What's your excuse?" "I'm a hustler, Harley. I never fucking sleep. If there's money to be made, then I'm out fucking making it." He gets up from the couch, proudly flaunting his massive morning wood, which draws my attention and causes me

The words were like an electric shock that bolted me back to reality. “What did you just say?” I asked him again. “I do not like to repeat myself young lady. I'm very sure you heard me.” He answered rudely. “I want you to be my slave. You will do anything I say without complaints. I will have control over your body and all that you do with it. Of course it's not for free, I will pay you. Do you understand?” Bastard. Rich bastard. Ugh ..I began to feel hatred for this man. Who does he think he is to tell me such an abominable thing?

Don't mess with me. "I'm sure that after hearing or seeing that... They criticized me, even if it was just in thought. Yes, I won't deny that I liked it because it was money. I also had a lot of knowledge about men who get bored of routine, those who love to betray their wives, lovers, or girlfriends. I haven't killed anyone! That's why you're here, you want to make fun of me and throw in my face that I'm an ambitious person because I worked honestly and on the phone, I worked like a money-hungry whore. What makes you different from your club or what I did?"

I’d heard stories whispered among the servants back home—rumors of an underground den where music never stopped, where girls were paraded on their knees, collared, chained, forced to spread for men who had enough money to break them in half. Here, they weren’t daughters. They weren’t wolves. They weren’t human. They were sluts, whores, holes to be bought and ruined. And that’s what I was now. I could almost hear the girls before me being dragged, their screams swallowed up by the noise, their tears hidden under flashing lights. I could smell it too—sweat, liquor, sex, all mixing in the air. The scent of men who had already used their toys.

I could still taste it all like it was happening right then: I was down in that dim-lit basement room of The Cum Cellar bar, blindfolded tight, completely naked on my knees, with my heavy tits bouncing as I got fucked. My nipples were already stiff while the men lined up and started rotating through me like I was their free-use toy. One man growled right against my lips as he kissed me deeply, “Open wide, slut, let me taste that filthy mouth,” while another locked both hands on my heavy tits and squeezed them so hard. Plap! Plap!! Plap!!!…he smacked them red, then sucked my nipples so rough I moaned loud. “Fuck yeah, listen to this whore moan for it,” he laughed. “These fat tits were made to