Fart Slave Novelas e Histórias

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

He just had that fantasy of breaking me into pieces because he believed that he owned me one way or the other. Now I made a mistake of allowing him to have access to my body and I was sure that he would not stop there. He was going to make it a routine and I didn't think I could keep up with any of that because then it would mean that I was also agreeing to become his sex slave.

What was this about? Was I going to join the others? Would I be forced to sell my body? Madame Freya took one look at my face and laughed heartily. "Look at you. Trembling with fear, are you? Are you scared?" I said nothing and simply stared back at her. Madame Freya narrowed her eyes at me and spat at my feet before wiping a hand across her mouth. The bartender along with everyone else standing around laughed. My cheeks became red with anger and humiliation. "You were the worst slave I ever owned," she declared. "Never listened. Always made mistakes. I suspect you did it to challenge me. See how far I'd go with you. Isn't that right?"

“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.

That was probably the funniest joke of the century. At this time, Tommy felt humiliated by the girl standing in front of him, but then he carefully observed the girl's appearance, and he smirked before saying, “It seems I'm not the only slave here. You are also the CEO's slave, right? Just look at your shabby appearance, and how stupid you are to carry around those clothes only to make you look like a slave. You should look at yourself in the mirror before you make fun of me, you bastard.”

"As you wish. I'll see enough food is brought up here to nourish the slave and yourselves." With that Sadisk left and his young slave followed. I felt sick to my stomach. How could the Frentin race allow such barbaric practices and claim it was okay? Brinto and Frith both appeared to relax as well, their shoulders lowering and Brinto exhaling. "Nicely volunteered of all of us, boss," Frith said as he stared at Brinto. "I got told I was responsible. I'm not losing my job or worse because someone tries to get his kicks out of Icaan's favourite slave of the moment."

"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 gasp. I bite my lower lip after feeling another slap from him. My body reacts, contracts, excites... Hmm... I declare myself an extreme masochist. This is just sex, and it will stay that way. "Stay still," he orders. "I'm going to fuck you," he mutters. "Today, you've driven me crazy, and I'll fuck you until you scream for more and more." Hearing him say that suffocates me, excites me, and incites me.

I'm fine madam" She smiled lightly and walked closer to the woman. "I came to know if I could have something to eat, my body is loosing energy" she said and the woman nodded understanding her as she knew she just satisfied the Master and most of the sex slaves talked of how fierce he was on bed. Too bad a very pretty girl like her could become a sex slave to a dreaded Master who enjoys seeing people pained. "Have a seat my dear, I'll be done in a short while" she said and Galene smiled and took a seat and looked around the whole kitchen finally noticing few other elder women working at moment.

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