Fart Slave Story Novels & Stories

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.

"It's okay. It's nothing new. As you may be suspected, but, yeah. It's kind of embarrassing to tell you, that prince beat the hell out of me." “Why is it embarrassing?! You did nothing wrong, don't you?” 'Still, I hate the fact that you know how weak I am compared to that prince,' With her tiny fingers, Fuschia gently applied the healing ointment to Dylan's wound. It must sting, but Dylan holds it well. Seeing her this concentrated on him, make him smile. “Fuschia, you may have guessed it, but I wanted to tell you. I… am a slave,”

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?

If this guy wants to start something, I won't back down from a fight. “Uhm, you did do something terrible to me", I scoffed. “Really? Mind jogging my memory?”, He sat back and folded his arms, paying attention to me. “Well for starters, you bought me as a slave, then you brought me to your mansion just to lock me up in a cold dark room for weeks till I almost died!!”, I angrily told him. He sat forward and his eyes darkened, it looked like it was some nuclear weapon, waiting to be tampered with. I got scared for a minute, ‘Would he hurt me?’, I asked myself.

“Please… please, no more…” But instead of mercy, I felt his hand between my thighs, pressing into my soaked heat. “You’re dripping,” he murmured against my ear. I shook my head desperately. “No Sir…” He pushed two fingers inside me. My hips bucked against him. “That’s it,” he growled, curling his fingers deep. “Cry and beg all you want, little slave. Your cunt belongs to me.” The rhythm built until I was clawing the floor, torn between pain and unbearable pleasure. My orgasm ripped through me violently, leaving me slumped and shaking.

Reyna My own father in law was about to fuck me through a cardboard box and I was so close to cumming I almost didn’t care. The room had gone quiet after the last load painted my thighs. I was on my knees, cum cooling on my skin, heart racing, when the door opened again. Ten men had already fucked the hell out of me. Then two more men walked in. I heard the belt unbuckle first. Then the low, familiar voice I knew from every Sunday dinner and every proud speech.

I grew up as a sex slave in the yard of Don Clinton, the ruthless Italian Mafia boss. Sold to him at eighteen, I was now twenty-four — broken in, addicted, and utterly used to the brutal rhythm of his fat cock. Life had narrowed to one simple truth: I was nothing but a cum dump.

All because of these people’s lies. I stood up slowly from the floor. “Thought you could be cheeky with us, didn’t you? Slave!” Zeke says and the others laugh with Rosey laughing the loudest. I held my tears until I got into the kitchen then let them fall, it's too much, no matter how much I try he will never be satisfied.

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

Not even a word did he say. Nina heaved a sigh and got down from the bed to go take a bath. Stacey walked back to the door. She wanted to hit Nina so bad. She could hear their moans when she stood at the door. "I really need to teach her a lesson." She thought. Jericho is having another slave. Not even a common slave but sex slave. She didn't want to create any scene now so she walked back into her room. She's the green snake under the green grass. She, stacey knows what to do.