Fart Slave Training Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Or should I remind the council about your little escape attempt?” My blood boils in my veins. Slowly, I step forward, humiliated beyond my wildest imaginations, but still, I dance. They laugh, they cheer while Tristan watches, sipping his wine. As the days go buy, I am certain that the commands cannot get any crueler, but boy am I wrong. He makes me serve his meals on my knees. Forces me to stand in the cold while he trains the younglings. He makes me hold a tray of drinks until my arms shake and the goblets come crashing down.

I banged maniacally into the slave as the earlier argument flashed in my eyes and her words repeated in my head. How dare she say I brought chaos to her life! My fist tightened on the slave’s hair, and I pushed in and out with speed. The sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room. The slave's moans and cries followed. With those thoughts, I felt my release build. After about fifteen minutes of thorough rutting, the slave’s knees jerked violently, and she clenched around me, gasping in the air. I pulled out, and she spread her legs apart and squirted, her body shuddering violently.

Do people still smell good after falling into a canal? “You know what, your Mom, will get mad at me when we go home right now. God, what if she’ll fire me because of this?” she seemed sad right now and I see tears dropping in her eyes, her hands are shaking. Why are our maids afraid of my Mom? She’s nice... for me I guess. “Don’t worry Yaya Celine, I won’t blame you. Indeed, it’s not your fault, it is my fault, not you. So, you don’t need to be worried.” I said and forced myself to smile.

In my head no little would be punished that badly, if I knew how bad Felix spanks I would've thought twice before taking this job. I also had many friends around here, some are from clients, others who work here, two were my weirdest friends. We don't work in the same section but we still became close friends during lunch time in the cafeteria, the company provides food for everyone, Athena and Zeus, weird names but what did you expect from slave trainers. Yes slave trainers, it's the hardest type of training the company provides, only few would stay through this whole training program and enjoy it.

Everyone properly cleansed, I fitted Janet with the slave trainer. "You're going to become desperate to cum before the night is over, slave. This device is quite diabolical in training slaves. I tell you this now because you'll beg and plead to cum, but it's no use. I shan't let you cum until I'm quite ready." "What are we doing tonight?" Reneé asked. "We'll start with a bit of figging," I replied. "What's figging."

Absolutely nothing… Andrey was hard again, remembering it, as if he was still on that dark city street three years ago instead of in a chilly Milan night, here, now. And that treacherous heart he’d thought he’d trained to know better beat out a rhythm that made him question things he shouldn’t. Made him want so hard, so deep, it began to feel more like need. He bit out a blistering Russian curse that had no discernible effect at all and rubbed his hands over his face. Whatever this was, whatever terrible madness that was taking him over against his will and beyond his control, it had to stop… It really had to!

" Galene asked as tears gathered in her eyes. Master Damien smiled and held onto Galene's hands. "You are no longer a slave Galene and I no longer have any sex slave". "Get ready, in a fourth night, you would become my bride and together, we bought would receive our child and train him up in a good way". "I know I'm not a good man but I would try my best to train up my child in the best way I can" Master Damien assured. Galene's mouth dropped open in uttermost shock. What is the master blabbing about this morning?

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

He may be my first mate and this is the first time I became a slave, but I am not innocent to these kinds of things. Some of the girls in my village who became a slave and was freed by their masters were talking about this stuff. They said it is normal for slaves to be s*x slaves. Some of them are even enjoying it. My back is resting in comfort against the soft mattress when suddenly, the bed rocked. Ryler positioned himself on top of me. I was busy traveling my eyes all around the room that I did not notice him approaching. He leveled his face at me. His eyes locked on mine. Without removing his gaze at me, he reach for my hands and held my wrists to place them above my head.

I told him to meet me for a training session before turning to leave in anger that I hid well enough after giving Giovanni a warning to stay away from her. I hope they both got the message but as for my slave mate, I was going to teach her a lesson! *** It was a long three hours of training endlessly with Giovanni and it was dark already. I left the training ground so I could go to my room to freshen up. Just as I opened the door the first thing that appeared before me was a fragile lady sleeping peacefully on the bed's frame. I frowned slightly as I walked into the room. Her pale lips and flushed face seems inviting and luscious. If not that she wasn't touched yet I would have enjoyed touch