Fart Slave Novels & Stories

I swallowed, and all the courage I had vanished. “ Let me go." I begged, getting on my knees. But I knew it wasn't going to work. And the evil laugh he had just let out at me proved it even more. Prey to fear, my thin legs trembled, my pain intensified, and my eyes widened with horror. My whole soul was in turmoil, and reality was in front of me. I was going to become a thing. A slave... And my master, my master, was surely going to make me regret every second of coming into the world.

“ I have not forgotten it. I hope you can have sex with me because you like me. I know this is not easy, so I will not insist. After all, I am your slave, do whatever you want to do to me. I will not struggle again.” Cody looks at me with a doubtful smile. “ I hope you are not playing any tricks, you sly human. Otherwise, I will make you pay for that.” I smile flatteringly like a real slave. “ I will never trick you, my dear master.” I do not know if Cody believes what I said, after all, my words even disgusted myself.

He grins, shaking his head. “Pathetic.” I don’t answer. I don’t trust myself to. Instead, I storm away, heading for my chambers. For a long time, I sit in the darkness, my fingers curled into fists, then I hear my stomach rumble. I haven’t eaten for a while now. Not because of distrust if the slave wanted me dead, she would’ve done it already but because the idea of consuming anything made by her hands feels like submitting. I refuse, but now, my body has had enough of my stubbornness.

“Blue, the s*x scandal between you and Teressa leaked online.” “Baby Tartar,” Blue said, still crying. “Come on, Blue! It’s just a thing!” Red shouted, also crying. Blue looked at his twin while wiping his tears. “To you, yeah, it’s just a thing.” He hugged the shattered guitar. “But to me, he was my friend. Tartar witnessed all the tears I shed. Tartar heard every sob. Tartar was with me when I was being ignored. Tartar was the friend who never judged me. You wouldn’t understand because you’re not the one who’s always hurting. You’re not the one who feels worthless. You’re not me—the one our parents think is a f*ck-up!”

I didn't say anything, I just looked at my hands and the tears starting pouring. ‘What about my dad, he must be worried sick about me. What about school? What do I do now?’, I asked myself. I've heard cases of sex trafficking of young girls and children's but never did I think it will happen to me. “SHUT THE FUCK UP STUPID BITCHES!!!”, The ugly man yelled at the girls. I flinched and I didn't want to imagine what this man can do to us. “You low lives are only alive because I approve of it! It seems you don't know what's going on here?! You were all sold to me so I own you!! I could kill you and throw you into the ocean and no one would find your body!!”, The fat man yelled.

” 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.

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.

' He asked, chuckling, 'The council must be irritating you. I chose not to respond to Kade because, at that moment, the busty blond servant had brought in my meal. This blood slave was elderly, not my usual type, but I knew I would be feeding to kill with my current appetite, and I wasn't ready to take the life of one of the younger slaves. Once my slaves got to a certain age, I would typically free them, giving them the paperwork and a unique mark that marked them as free humans. There was only a couple. I kept past that age, usually the woman who chose not to leave. This particular slave was Martha; she'd been mine since she was eighteen. She was now into her nineties, and the doctor had d

I'm serious" "Your friend! Oh my goodness, your friend went bankrupt and has hit the lowest point of her life and you sit here, you and your incredibly shallow, egoistical, STUPID FRIENDS....'' ''HEY!" Faruk yelled at me. "BOY, I WILL SLAP YOU TOO! WHAT KIND OF PERSON LOOKS AT HIS FRIEND'S GIRLFRIEND'S TITS?! YOU DISGUSTING PERVERT!" Faruk said nothing in his defense. What was the idiot going to say anyway?

Fu8ck I was hard already. "This is what's going to happen. We have decided to share you both. I'm fuc8king Slave today and Daniel is fuc8king Cu8m Sl8ut. You are our slaves, so anything goes. Do you want to safe-word, either of you?" Neil demanded in a deep voice that brooked no argument.