Fart Slave Story Novels & Stories

The both of them became a whipping mess. "I had to live on my own with no family after she died Dad, I was tossed, transferred, beaten and slaved by different masters. I ended up becoming a sex slave, it was torturous, yet, I couldn't save myself from that torment and I wondered what life could have looked like with you in it,

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.

Cum Slut's eyes were shut, and she looked to be in ectasy. "Open your eyes, Cum Slut. Watch the Slave eat your cunt." Her eyes flew open and her body tensed. Slave sucked her clit into her mouth and maybe bit down a little because Naomi cried out and Slave started sucking juices out of her pussy. I couldn't wait anymore. I pulled the plug out and shoved my cock into Slave's ass. In a few strokes I was deep and fucking her hard.

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?

"I'm scared and ashamed, Domina." "Elaborate." "If you'd suggested to me this morning I would find myself in this position because I'd cum while being whipped, I'd never have believed it. The fact I could makes me ashamed. Now I'm afraid I might be like you, Domina; a slave." "I'm not ashamed of being a slave, though I can see why you might think it's shameful. I'm proud to be a sex slave. It's been the most rewarding time of my life. I'm the happiest I've ever been. Why should you be any different?"

I would cum like a shameful whore. A dishonorable sex slave. "Yes, yes, Master!" I moaned, sounding so wanton and lewd. I couldn't stop myself with that big dick pounding my cunt. "Oh, that's so good! Ooh, ooh, Master!" "Little slut's not shy now," said Carter.

"You hated slaves? Then I will give you one." "She knows I can't resist or refuse to love my mate so she made my mate a slave, imagine." There was laughter all over the hall as the people could communicate what he meant by his word. "When I first saw Sarah, I was satisfied to see a pretty angel as my mate but at the same time, I couldn't pick a point why she had to be a slave, it was way hell for me, I couldn't take it." As he made his speech with his hands crossed to his back, he walked all around the altar, at times facing back to wink at Sarah who was blushing all the way.

I plead “Really, I thought you despise my touch slave, don't get frightened baby, I am still enjoying your anus, I am keeping you for the future purpose, if you are obedient to me, I will keep you forever and even promote you from my sex slave to my mistress, I will never sell you off to any random person,” he says WTF, who is your slave? I thought in my mind and he even wants to promote me to his mistress, he's crazy, he's planning to owe me forever, that cheap trash. I owe my self, my life, my choice.

I replied and took the towel bent over and massaged his foot while he played around with his nipples making sounds that got me so uncomfortable. Your father was a close friend to my father, should he have resisted the urge to be a traitor, you would have been treated as a princess and not a slave but with those good hands of yours, being a slave might have been your original fate. “I am not a slave,” I responded with a whisper... “Speak out slave!!!” he shouted “I am not a slave ,”I repeated but this time I made sure he heard me clearly. Stormie laughed so hard that his legs almost threw away the bucket close to him..

I rushed down to the field where I met many other slaves working hard. "Sir Mateo, please can I stop digging the cow dung? I already have blisters on my hand" A slave pleaded with the man in charge of the slaves who are working in the field, showing him her hands that was already blistered. I didn't know the slave digs out the cow dung in the cowsheds at the other end. Furthermore, I was lost in thought of how I will be able to survive in such a place. "Hey new slave! What are you standing there for? Do you think you're a princess who came to supervise the other's work?" The fierce looking man gave out a sarcastic laugh.