Fart Slave Story Novels & Stories

I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

I don't want to go there but they send invitations nonstop as if they think that I will go to their disgusting auction. “But, sir. They already know about your identity and you are still a member." What he said made me growl in annoyance. I actually don't know why I ended up signing up for them. All I remember is I was drunk and wanted something sweet when they asked me to join their secret group called Sweet Delights. I really thought that it was for VIPs however when I attended their invitations, it was a human auction for slaves. Men and women are there with their masks on. Well, I do love having a slave and I had so many ones before but nothing interests me which made me want to leave th

"Yes Uncle Demitri, tell me a bed-time story." He sobered and put his hands on his knees, scowling thoughtfully at the ground. "Alright," he said after a moment, "here's one. Once upon a time, there was a young slave, who didn't know her place. She was always chiding and bossing and making a nuisance of herself. One day she got herself knocked up...and then she was really intolerable." Calliope laughed and shoved his arm. "Stop it. I'm not really that bad."

I looked at the man I used to call father,he raped and inflicted severe pain on me,now that I thought I could be free,he sells me into slavery. What kind of a father does that?

"OK slut ask your Master for your punishment" "Please Master, slut has been naughty, she needs punishing" "OK slut your punishment is as follows you will remove the dildo and suck it clean OK" "Y..Yes Master" Fay had sunk pretty low over the last few days but she was plumbing new depths now as she gingerly removed the dildo from her wet slit, to her shame it made a sucking sound as if her cunt was unwilling to relinquish its prize. Fay knew the people around her could clearly hear the noise. To her mounting embarrassment she noticed a sixteen-year old boy openly staring at her, his parents oblivious to her actions.

Adena spoke, sniffing and rubbing the tears off her cheeks. "When I asked you to speak, I didn't ask you to open your mouth and spew nonsense" he said, putting his Cigar in his mouth. "You're getting married aren't you? Why don't you free me? Why don't you let me go and live your new life with your wife" she continued, her heart burning. "I will decide that. I don't need your suggestion. I only need you to understand one thing. You're my slave, mine. You belong to me for the rest of your life, or until I decide to let you free" he said, puffing out smoke and sighing.

I cleared my throat and removed my hand that has been on his head. "Do you want a romance story or an adventurous story?" I asked inaudibly. "Take a good look at me, do I look like someone that enjoys romantic tales?" He questioned and I mentally slapped myself for asking. "I apologize, your highness" I cooed with a faux smile. He beckoned on me to go on with the wave of his hand. I took a deep breath racking my brain endlessly for a story. Hmph. Here goes nothing; "There was a mean evil slave master. He had thousands of slaves and was cruel and heartless. He had a son...

’ Sophia thought as she twitched her lips. "I'm sorry to say but that's gross, you know." She stated and turned to leave. "This is part of your job." He said as she pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly dejectedly, her back still turned. What is his problem, huh? "Do you want me to start explaining what you are, huh? You're my slave, get it?" That word hit Sophia but she shrugged and made to leave the room, not knowing what reply to give to him.

She has heard it from Baski, but it pleased her in a special way that he wants to tell her about it. "King Cone took her in as a Slave. He made a nine-year-old a King's Slave. Then, the day came for her to do a job that was given to her, she was unable to finish that task. He ordered her to be whipped and raped by several guys." He groaned his eyes a bank of rage at the memory. She has heard this story before but it didn't stop the tears that filled her eyes as he told her about it. God, it's a wonder Remeta is still a little sane in the head.

*** 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.”