Fart Slave Story Novels & Stories

Scott!, That was what I wanted to say with pride. I could see myself doing it and naming all his promises to me. I'm sure even if didn't Scott would find a way of bringing me out of the tight corner. A slap landed on my face, bringing me back to the reality. “She is pregnant and smiling to herself, Is it a thing to be happy about?”. I felt my world crashing as I realized that indeed a slave wasn't permitted to get pregnant just like it was rumored.

My head throbbed even more. I gritted my teeth as I tried to push away the man who was lusting over my body. “Stop squirming. From now on, you will become our sex slave. Your mother sold you to us in exchange for their lives.” The stranger said in laughter as she carried me like a sack and went inside the broken house, throwing me onto the dirty bed as he called his other friends to join the fun. “No, no… I don’t want this…” I looked at them who were looking at me with excitement, as they had already removed their clothes.

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.

” I started sucking the young girl’s toes, mumbling uncontrollably as I did, ” Slave…slave…slave…Sara’s slave…Sara’s slave…. In my mind I knew I would never be in control again.

"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

Clive smiled through her. "I hope you'll meet Celeste someday. I want her to taste your cooking Mom. By the way, Celeste is my girlfriend. She is a member of the Klatts of Octave City." Clive declared. Clive's parents were speechless for a moment. Especially Rico. He knew the Klatts from before. They have met a lot of times in Country S when he was still young. "Do you mean the rich and famous Klatts of Octave City? Are you sure about this? They are really powerful." Rico warned worriedly.

She had already lost her shame. "Then there was the time I met with this guy from a parent's council, protesting my store and vowing to shut me down. Well... he wasn't protesting when he came on my tits. And... let's see... these two studly high school guys came in my store as soon as they turned 18, and I let them double-team me in exchange for some free movies. I got a guy to sell me some premium weed in exchange for sucking on my big tits for a few hours. Oh, and one of my employees traded me her ass-slave, who was the wife of the hunky married guy she was hooking up with. So yeah, I had this young, married woman as my ass-slave for a little while, until I got bored with her, which was pr

Not like that. “So, when I could, I left. The last time I saw her I was nineteen.” The only other person she’d shared her dark history with was Lowell, and they’d always used their own shorthand, never quite mentioning the facts of what had happened so much as the effects. She’d never told any of her friends at university, or even the small handful of boyfriends she’d had back when she’d still had time for a social life. It had seemed so private, and so terribly shameful, and her friends had all been about having a laugh, not dredging up the horrors of Addison’s childhood.

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.

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?"