The dickens 's Pact slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sarai : Madam of the doghouse

distinction : Sarai had always been a submissive Lesbian and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's pact striver Chronicle 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for Beta reading this.

"The disobedience of baby Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an ungrateful animate being, then I shall deal her like one .'So the life God placed a catch about her pharynx, dog auricle upon her fountainhead, and inserted a behind plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his helping hand to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a cunt and forced her to perform many humiliating acts. The will of sister Cuntrag was finally bow to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your loose woman ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karen, the sanctum fornicatress, by virtue of our god'love and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, district of Southeast Asia

I contemplated my front-runner passing of the gospel singing of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the Holy Slut 's beautiful endorsement. Every time I stared at it, I remembered our passionate affair 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 showtime woman to ever reign me. She took my maidenhead in the bath of Delta airplane flying from stops to SeaTac. I had been a stewardess then. Karenic taught me to accept that I was a lesbian and forget my misguided, Moslem beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot golf club in my menage Ithiel Town of Tacoma, the dollar Diver. She realized what I was, a submissive looking to be dominated, and that afternoon in her apartment, she made me her slave while Via watched.

Diane rose high in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of southeastward Asia. My lover collected other striver over the age. especial charwoman trained by me to please her. All were cocksucker daughters of the God Mark. I followed the pedagogy of the Gospel, and broke each young lady to my Mistresses desire.

"lady,"a gentle voice whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slaves kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and guttle grim hair, and Akane Mirai, almond heart and porcelain side, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal inspection and repair. They wore dog collars about their neck ; headbands with dog spike on their heads, and butt cud adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like Holy Karen.

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

"fancy woman commands your presence at the manse, Madam,"Akane answered.

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

Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda pot waited with my ricksha. They were crib young woman, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their roll in the hay, their hair long, falling down their naked backs. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the ricksha. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's tush. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my jinrikisha at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servant used a pony missy rickshaw—as we passed. I could secernate their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in fusain coveralls, politics prole in greyness suits and link, nurses in red scrub and doctors in aristocratical. Everyone was glad. It was the Gods final exam Commandment :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, spouse, or family the Theocracy selects for you."

The simply very option a person made was sexual thrall. And only the most beautiful immature fair sex or handsome young man was allowed that choice. Sex slaves were the symbol of condition. If you worked firmly at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My jigger made ripe time with encouragement from my whip licking their cute nooky. They had a nice shininess of sweat on their suntanned hide. Both were blond, their hair lightened by decade in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two missy were Diane 's other collections.

"You did honorable,"I praised as my gripe unharnessed them. I held up lolly 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 hand to fondle her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of joy,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the doghouse to their cellular phone. They were a breeding twain, and had two daughters that also served as ponies. mistress allowed Lily to let a peter and she was summoning it the here and now the daughter were locked in their cell. I wanted to stay and see the girls make dear, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chair. The study had her desk, ledge for ledger, and one corner was given over to discipline. A spanking terrace with shoulder strap to admit down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a survival of whiplash, crops, and paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her ft. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten auricle and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their pinch had short doorbell on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the home. They did n't sleep in the kennels, instead the five of them would find a way and sleep in a nap of au naturel flesh.

Quietly standing in the recession behind Diane 's desk was a flighty, coffee-skinned female child. She had thick, curly, black hair that piled about her shoulders. She was defenseless and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a skillful pair of round, plump tits and a voluptuous figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two beef heeling me."You summoned me, schoolmarm ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My newest hard worker. 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 leash."You are Gardenia ?"I asked her, stroking her face.

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

"Yes, Madam,"I corrected."Fail to address me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my command promptly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to do satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

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

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her headspring. I could experience Diane 's oculus on us."kick,"I snapped. Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

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

They hauled the struggling girl, her white meat bouncing nicely. My cunt were secure, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and set her over the hard wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the judiciary legs, then strapped her knees to the former slope, spreading her all-inclusive undecided and giving me a good look at the tangled, inkiness President 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 second joint, busily working her tongue through Diane 's cunt. schoolmistress loved watching a disobedient hard worker be disciplined. I selected an oak boat paddle, stained dark with yap drilled in the wood. I gave it a swinging, the air whistling through the holes.

Perfect. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

sally !

"Holy dickhead !"Gardenia gasped.

"wrong !"I barked."What do bitches say ?"

"I do n't have sex,"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 than spankings .'You count down, okay."

Smack ! Gardenia 's dark bottom was tinged red.

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

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

Like good cop-bad cop from TV shows and moving picture, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the gentle hard worker.

Spank !

"Thank you, madam. This b-bitch needs 17 more spankings,"she sobbed.
"damage !"I smacked her ass with my unfinished hand. Her decently asscheek glowed red."You start the enumeration at the beginning. You do n't get to skip ahead."

Crack !

"Thank you, Madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This cunt needs nineteen Sir Thomas More spankings."

"goodness job,"Akane murmured.

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

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her cheeks jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the bonds. Gardenia sobbed her numeration, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and priming the slave 's face into her twat, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a overflow of succus down my thighs.

I would necessitate relief when I finished.

Crack ! Smack ! Crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. tear ran down her face, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's binge triggering a powerful coming, tossing her psyche, framed by opprobrious ringlets.

"Thank you, Madam ! This gripe needs three Thomas More spankings !"

Another stinging slap, reddened cheeks jiggling, my pussy burning for a woman 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This kick needs two More spankings !"

The ache in my clit burned, beckoning for my finger to ply soothing relief.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs one Sir Thomas More spanking !"

I wanted to rub my cunt on her burning ass.

tornado !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my shaved slit. Gardenia cried in bother as I rubbed my cunt on her supply ship ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my bone into her pliant anatomy, smearing my juices, an emollient to soothe her burning as she soothed mine."Gods yes !"My kitty contracted, cream squirting out as my consistency thrashed in passion. My head threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as transport engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my body as I straightened my annulus. I glanced back at Diane and found her working at her desk, Annie curled into a musket ball on the base beside her stroking her kitty and biting her teeth to keep from loudly moaning.

"Free her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tear from her constringe expression, nostrils flaring as she fought off more prick. She stood up straight, still replete of rebelliousness. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking terrace, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"goodness,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a name for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

I hooked the deuce-ace to her collar."How do bitches take the air, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the leash so she looked at me."Then answer my question, Cuntlapper."

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

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

"goodness daughter,"I cooed and petted her haircloth."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across rough Earth's surface and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her night, rosy ass, so cute as it swayed between my early two gripe. She would call for a tail, and that brought a grin to my mouth. I loved breaking in a new slave 's asshole. It was so much fun.

By the time we reached the kennels, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a harvest. A few moving-picture show of a party whip on her tender ass would motivate her to keep up the tempo. The new cunt looked into the Cage, the small suite pairs of bitches and pony-girls lived in. nearly were occupied with span relaxing in their free metre, playing games or watching television or making love. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the paries covered with all sorting of sexual toys : dildos, butt plugs, clinch, restraints, party whip, boat paddle, laugh, hoods, vibrators, I chained her leash to a post in the center while Akane and Jordan found prosperous spot to cuddle on the floor.

"Which ballyhoo should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my finger running across tapered, black charge plate, dog buns hanging from the all-embracing end. I hefted a thick one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her heart widened in shock and she did n't answer me.

"I asked you a question, bitch !"

"No, Madam,"she squeaked in fright, her optic flicking to the paddles.

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her optic. It was five inches at its wide-eyed."Your ass would be stretched opened 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 hands and knees, squawk !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha squawk,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."Reach behind and spread your pretty butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brown sphincter. Akane licked her chops, then buried her human face in the inkiness gripe 's ass. Her eyes widened as Akane tongued her sphincter, then a smile appeared on her face and she purred.

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in battlefront of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, blanched frock trimmed with gold. My round, dusky knocker popped unloose and I stroked a knockout, dark nipple.

"Yes, brothel keeper,"she moaned.

My apparel slipped to the level and her oculus fell upon my defenseless bend."clip to put your mouth its proper use."

"I 'm sorry, brothel keeper ?"
"What 's your name, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart stimulation. Her spit was wonderful. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my button. Sparks flew inside me and my caput threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her winding, silky hair and ground my cunt into her skilled lips.

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

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

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A peter blossomed from Akane 's privates, her button transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the caput dark garden pink and weeping clear pre-cum. I made indisputable I had a good adhesive friction in Cuntlapper 's hairsbreadth as my Japanese cunt mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her dick up the new striver 's ass.

She screamed into my clitoris, humming through my little bead. The touchwood caught inside me, my passionateness blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the bitches face through my slit. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting hard and slow, breaking her ass in.

"Fuck the bitch !"I gasped."Make her cum on your tool !"

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

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her pile until she was fix to serve, eager to please. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer fully of pain.

"I think she likes my stopcock. Squeeze that asshole. Work those hips. That 's a good beef !"

My legs felt weak, but I had one live thing to do. She tried to attract away as my piddle shot into her mouth. I held on sloshed and Akane 's thrusts drove her face back into my pussycat. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellow leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the floor. Her optic shone with humiliation.

My puss exploded. joy. exaltation. love. electricity. genius overpowered me. My musculus contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the mail, panting as my dead body trembled in belittled aftershocks.

Her face was a mess. Tears ran out of her optic, kitty-cat cream and pee decorated her face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my mind. I grabbed her hair and shoved her face down into the pee."slug it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete floor then moaned, her body trembling. The mortification and shame mixed with the joy and bother. Confusion 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 net few times, squeezing every drop of her semen out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my Gods,"panted Cuntlapper.

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

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

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, dominion of Southeast Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The kick 's grooming was complete and she did n't necessitate to be held in position to take her schoolmarm 's urine. She gladly drank the water. When the flow died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's cunt clean.

"Thank you, fancy woman,"Cuntlapper purred."This bitch enjoyed drinking your urine."

"You 're welcome,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's head, 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 bitch forever ?"Diane asked, bending down to stare Cuntlapper in the eyes.

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

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

tear glistened in her eyes."Thank you, thank you, Mistress."

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

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our feet, her coffee berry peel stark against the white comforter.

"So what is my payoff ?"I asked.

"Sit on my face and I 'll make you yaup, Sarai."

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