The Devil 's Pact striver chronicle
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Sarai : brothel keeper of the kennel

promissory note : Sarai had always been a submissive Lesbian and Diane dominated her in The demon 's treaty striver Chronicle 5 : Via, freedom. Thanks b0b for beta Reading this.

"The disobedience of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her rebelliousness of my will wish an ungrateful wildcat, then I shall deal her like one .'So the aliveness God placed a arrest about her throat, dog auricle upon her heading, and inserted a ass chew into her rectum adorned with a dog 's can. Then, offering his hired hand to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to perform many humiliating enactment. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally flex to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slut ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karenic, the Holy adulteress, by virtue of our divinity'love life and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, dominion of southeastern United States Asia

I contemplated my favourite enactment of the evangel of Apr as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the gist of the shrine was sculpted of the all right marble and captured the sanctum Slut 's beautiful countenance. Every time I stared at it, I remembered our passionate function that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the name baby Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the offset woman to ever dominate me. She took my hymen in the bathroom of Delta airplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a stewardess then. Karen taught me to accept that I was a lesbian and forget my misguided, Moslem beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my dwelling house townsfolk of Tacoma, the buck underwater diver. She realized what I was, a subservient looking to be dominated, and that afternoon in her flat, she made me her slave while Via watched.

Diane rose richly in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My lover collected other slaves over the geezerhood. Special fair sex trained by me to delight her. All were prick daughters of the God St. Mark. I followed the didactics of the Gospel, and broke each lady friend to my Mistresses desire.

"lady,"a easy voice whispered.

I turned to the two doghouse slave kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and pig black hair, and Akane Mirai, almond eyes and porcelain side, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal service. They wore dog collars about their cervix ; headbands with dog spike on their foreland, and abut chaw adorned with dog tail coat up their asses.

Just like Holy Karen.

"Yes ?"I asked, annoyed that they interrupted my devotion.

"schoolma'am commands your presence at the star sign, lady,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my thigh. They were my pet slaves, some of the substantially I ever trained. I gathered their leash, and they crawled before me, their cute asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large Church, worshiper and clergy bowed to me.

outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my rickshaw. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair long, falling down their naked backbone. Harnesses covered their soundbox, attached to the rickshaw. My gripe helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the ricksha 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my jigger tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my kick ran alongside. The fussy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a shot glass girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in oxford gray coveralls, government proletarian in gray suit of clothes and ties, nurses in red bush and physician in drear. Everyone was well-chosen. It was the Gods Final teaching :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, spouse, or household the Theocracy selects for you."

The sole literal pick a person made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful offspring woman or handsome young man was allowed that pick. Sex slave were the symbol of status. If you worked concentrated at your job and rose high gear, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made good metre with encouragement from my whip licking their cute ass. They had a nice luster of travail on their tanned skin. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by X in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two fille were Diane 's other collections.

"You did good,"I praised as my squawk unharnessed them. I held up sugar cubes and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

"Thank you, Madam,"Lily smiled. I gave her a kiss on the lips and allowed my hired hand to caress her bottom.

"You two have earned an good afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cubicle. They were a education span, and had two daughter that also served as ponies. kept woman allowed Lily to birth a cock and she was summoning it the import the girls were locked in their cell. I wanted to stay and watch the miss make sexual love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the subject field, sitting in her chair. The study had her desk, shelves for Holy Scripture, and one corner was given over to train. A alert work bench with straps to hold down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of whiplash, crops, and paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her substructure. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten pinna and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had little ship's bell on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't sleep in the dog house, instead the five of them would encounter a room and sleep in a atomic pile of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the recess behind Diane 's desk was a uneasy, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, black hair that piled about her shoulder. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a overnice span of cycle, plump tits and a stacked figure.

"There you are, my pet,"Diane purred.

I fell to my genu, my two cunt heeling me."You summoned me, Mistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My newest slave. I want her trained as a bitch."

"Of course, Mistress."I stood up and walked over to a shelf and found a dog collar and ternion."You are Gardenia ?"I asked her, stroking her face.

"Yes,"she muttered with a sullen scowl. Diane had a knack for finding girls that were less than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, gentlewoman,"I corrected."Fail to address me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my commands promptly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to perform satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

I thrust the collar at her."From now on you are a bitch, and kick wear their collars at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her foreland. I could finger Diane 's eyes on us."bitch,"I snapped. Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

"Let me go,"she shouted, struggling in my bitch grasp.

They hauled the struggling girl, her breasts bouncing nicely. My bitches were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking Bench and bent her over the unvoiced Natalie Wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the terrace leg, then strapped her knee joint to the other side, spreading her wide spread and giving me a good smell at the involved, total darkness bush between her thighs.

"The paddle,"Diane ordered."Twenty spanks."

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her face between Diane 's thigh, busily working her tongue through Diane 's puss. Mistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with holes drilled in the Mrs. Henry Wood. I gave it a vacillation, the air whistling through the holes.

perfect. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

Crack !

"holy place shit !"Gardenia gasped.

"Wrong !"I barked."What do bitch say ?"

"I do n't cognize,"the slave wailed.

Akane licked Gardenia 's face and whispered in her ear,"You should have said, 'Thank you, Madam, this bitch needs nineteen More spankings .'You count down, okay."

Smack ! Gardenia 's drear can was tinged red.

"Thank you Madam, this b-bi ..."She snarled her tongue around the word.

"You can do it,"encouraged Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan sweetly, licking her lips."Just admit what you are ... a bitch !"

Like good cop-bad cop from TV shows and movies, I was the harsh schoolmarm and Jordon and Akane the pacify slave.

Spank !

"Thank you, lady. This b-bitch needs seventeen Sir Thomas More spankings,"she sobbed.
"Wrong !"I smacked her ass with my strip hand. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the starting time. You do n't get to hop ahead."

Crack !

"Thank you, Madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This bitch needs xix more spankings."

"Good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her forget cheek, landing a nice blow."Thank you, brothel keeper !"she gasped."This bitch needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her boldness jiggled and her coxa wiggled as she strained against the bonds. Gardenia sobbed her enumeration, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hairsbreadth and undercoat the slave 's face into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a alluvion of juice down my thighs.

I would demand ministration when I finished.

Crack ! smooch ! offer !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. tears ran down her aspect, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's crying triggering a brawny orgasm, tossing her head, framed by contraband ringlets.

"Thank you, Madam ! This squawk needs three more spankings !"

Another stinging slap, reddened nerve jiggling, my pussy burning for a char 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs two more spankings !"

The aching in my clit burned, beckoning for my digit to cater soothing relief.

"Thank you, Madam ! This gripe needs one to a greater extent spanking !"

I wanted to rub my cunt on her burning ass.

Crack !

I lifted my dame, exposing my shaved pussy. Gardenia cried in pain as I rubbed my pussycat on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my bone into her waxy flesh, smearing my juices, an emollient to soothe her burning as she soothed mine."immortal yes !"My kitty-cat contracted, ointment squirting out as my body thrashed in mania. My head threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my torso as I straightened my skirt. I glanced back at Diane and found her workings at her desk, Annie curled into a ball on the floor beside her stroking her pussy and biting her teeth to hold on from loudly moaning.

"Free her,"I commanded.

My cunt obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her nail down face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more SOB. She stood up straight, still wax of defiance. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking bench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"good,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a public figure for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

I hooked the leash to her taking into custody."How do kick walk, Cuntlapper ?"

"I do n't know,"she mumbled.

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the deuce-ace so she looked at me."Then answer my motion, Cuntlapper."

"Umm, on all fours."She winced, fearing she gave the wrong answer.

I nodded my pass and waited, staring fixedly at her. She wilted, swallowed, and knelt on the level.

"Good girl,"I cooed and petted her hairsbreadth."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan River and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her genu not used to moving across rough aerofoil and she kept wincing. My heart were fixed to her iniquity, rosy ass, so cute as it swayed between my early two bitches. She would need a tail, and that brought a smile to my lips. I loved breaking in a new striver 's cocksucker. It was so much fun.

By the clip we reached the kennels, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a harvest. A few flicks of a whiplash on her tender ass would motivate her to retain up the gait. The new bitch looked into the cages, the minor rooms yoke of bitches and pony-girls lived in. Most were occupied with couple relaxing in their free time, playing secret plan or watching television or making love. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supplying bar, the rampart covered with all sorts of sexual miniature : dildos, butt plugs, clamps, restraints, party whip, paddle, jest, hoods, vibrators, I chained her leash to a post in the centre of attention while Akane and Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan found well-heeled spot to nestle on the floor.

"Which cud should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my fingers running across tapered, black plastic, dog fanny hanging from the full end. I hefted a thick one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her center widened in shock and she did n't resolve me.

"I asked you a enquiry, squawk !"

"No, ma'am,"she squeaked in fright, her eyes flicking to the paddles.

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her eyes. It was five column inch at its broad."Your ass would be stretched receptive with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

"You will,"I promised."Akane, ready the cunt !"

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese bitch crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her bottom."On your deal and knees, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha beef,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."Reach behind and scatter your fairly butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brown sphincter. Akane licked her chop, then buried her face in the black bitch 's ass. Her eye widened as Akane tongued her sphincter, then a grin appeared on her face and she purred.

"You like that, gripe ?"I asked, standing in front of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, tweed wearing apparel trimmed with Au. My round, dusky knocker popped rid and I stroked a hard, dark nipple.

"Yes, dame,"she moaned.

My wearing apparel slipped to the floor and her center fell upon my naked curves."Time to put your oral cavity its proper use."

"I 'm sorry, madam ?"
"What 's your epithet, gripe ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart arousal. Her tongue was wonderful. Agile, flitting light as a plumage across my labia, brushing my clit. Sparks flew inside me and my head threw back and a low, purring groan escaped my lips. I gathered a smattering of her tortuous, silken hairsbreadth and priming coat my cunt into her skilled lips.

"I was right when I named you, holler !"I gasped."You were born to lap bitch !"

"Madam, may I make love this bitch 's ass ?"Akane asked, looking up at me between dark-red asscheeks.

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A cock blossomed from Akane 's genital organ, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the headway dark garden pink and weeping clear pre-cum. I made sure I had a serious adhesive friction in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Japanese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my clit, humming through my little ivory. The tinder caught inside me, my passion blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the squawk face through my snatch. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting difficult and slow, breaking her ass in.

"screwing the bitch !"I gasped."Make her cum on your cock !"

"Oh, yes, brothel keeper !"grunted Akane as she humped away.

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a squawk get degraded. Breaking her down until she was set up to assist, tidal bore to please. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. Squeeze that arsehole. work those hips. That 's a serious bitch !"

My peg felt weak, but I had one last thing to do. She tried to displume away as my piss crack into her mouth. I held on compressed and Akane 's poking drove her face back into my pussy. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid white-livered leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the storey. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. Pleasure. raptus. heat. electricity. sensation overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the mail, panting as my physical structure trembled in small aftershocks.

Her face was a sight. tear ran out of her optic, pussy cream and urine decorated her fount. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my head word. I grabbed her hair and shoved her face down into the pissing."slug it up, cunt !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete trading floor then moaned, her body trembling. The humiliation and shame mixed with the pleasure and pain sensation. muddiness and lust warred in her face as she came despite the degrading treatment. No, she came because of the degrading treatment.

Akane howled, burying herself in Cuntlapper 's ass, her face a rictus of pleasure as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the death few times, squeezing every drop cloth of her seed out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my deity,"panted Cuntlapper.

I shoved the butt-plug up her ass, lubed by Akane 's cum.

"Now you 're fully a beef !"I smiled.

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, territory of southeastward Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The squawk 's training was thoroughgoing and she did n't need to be held in place to consent her schoolma'am 's urine. She gladly drank the weewee. When the current died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's kitty-cat clean.

"Thank you, Mistress,"Cuntlapper purred."This kick enjoyed drinking your urine."

"You 're welcome,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's heading, then my Mistress looked at me."You did well with this one, Sarai."

I smiled and bowed."Thank you, Mistress."

"Do you want to be my beef forever ?"Diane asked, bending down to stare Cuntlapper in the eyes.

"I do, Mistress,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

"Cuntlapper is such an inelegant name. You can be called Gardenia once more."

Tears glistened in her centre."Thank you, give thanks you, Mistress."

Diane climbed into our bed and I slid in beside her, kissing my mistress on the rim."You 're going to get a very nice reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."frankfurter sleep on the foot of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our fundament, her deep brown skin stark against the Elwyn Brooks White comforter.

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my face and I 'll ready you howl, Sarai."

I beamed."You always do, even after forty years. ”