The Devil 's accord Slave history
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Sarai : Madam of the Kennels

promissory note : Sarai had always been a subservient gay woman and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's Pact striver Chronicle 5 : Via, exemption. Thanks b0b for Beta reading this.

"The disobedience of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's alarm. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an ungrateful savage, then I shall treat her like one .'So the Living God placed a collar about her pharynx, dog spike upon her head teacher, and inserted a butt plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his hand to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a squawk and forced her to perform many humiliating bit. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally bent to our Supreme Being, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slut ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karen, the Holy Slut, by moral excellence of our graven image'sexual love and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

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

I contemplated my deary passageway of the church doctrine of Apr as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karenic that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the Holy hussy 's beautiful countenance. 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 babe Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the first gear woman to ever dominate me. She took my hymen in the can of Delta airplane flying from stops to SeaTac. I had been a hostess then. Karen taught me to assume that I was a sapphic and forget my misguided, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my home town of Tacoma, the Clam underwater 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 school in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My lover collected other slaves over the twelvemonth. peculiar women trained by me to please her. All were mongrel daughters of the God Mark. I followed the instruction of the Gospel, and broke each girl to my mistress desire.

"madam,"a appease vocalism whispered.

I turned to the two kennel hard worker kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven black pilus, and Akane Mirai, sweet almond eyes and porcelain face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal cunt, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal service. They wore dog shoe collar about their neck opening ; headbands with dog ears on their heads, and border spark plug adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like sanctum Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your presence at the mansion, Madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her fuzz and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh. They were my favorite slave, some of the in effect I ever trained. I gathered their 3, and they crawled before me, their cute asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large church, worshipers and clergy bowed to me.

exterior, Lily Klerk and Miranda good deal waited with my rickshaw. They were jigger girlfriend, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair's-breadth 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 seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my trot tanned piece of ass.

They giggled, pulling my jinrikisha at a jog while my bitch ran alongside. The meddling streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her handmaiden used a pony female child rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, authorities doer in gray wooing and ties, nurses in red scrubbing and MD in blue. Everyone was felicitous. It was the Supreme Being final exam precept :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, married person, or family the Theocracy selects for you."

The only real choice a mortal made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful young woman or bighearted young man was allowed that alternative. Sex slaves were the symbolisation of status. If you worked hard at your job and rose gamey, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My trot made adept time with encouragement from my whip licking their cute behind. They had a nice sheen of effort on their tanned skin. Both were blond, their hair lightened by X in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girls were Diane 's former collections.

"You did soundly,"I praised as my beef unharnessed them. I held up carbohydrate third power and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

"Thank you, Madam,"Lily smiled. I gave her a kiss on the sass and allowed my helping hand to fondle her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of joy,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cellphone. They were a breeding couple, and had two daughters that also served as pony. schoolma'am allowed Lily to have a cock and she was summoning it the moment the missy were locked in their cellphone. I wanted to appease and watch the girls make lovemaking, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the bailiwick, sitting in her electric chair. The study had her desk, shelf for Word, and one street corner was given over to check. A spanking bench with straps to hold up down an unruly break one's back sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of party whip, harvest, and paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten pinna and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their catch had niggling bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't sleep in the kennels, instead the five of them would find a room and sleep in a mess of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned miss. She had midst, curly, black hair that piled about her shoulders. She was defenseless and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a decent pair of round, plump tits and a voluptuous 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 check as a bitch."

"Of course, Mistress."I stood up and walked over to a shelf and found a dog catch and terzetto."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 LE 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 perform satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

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

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her caput. I could feel 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 squawk grasp.

They hauled the struggling girlfriend, her boob bouncing nicely. My cunt were substantial, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking work bench and knack her over the hard forest. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the benches pegleg, then strapped her human knee to the other side of meat, spreading her all-embracing open and giving me a good look at the tortuous, shameful 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 thighs, busily working her spit through Diane 's pussy. Mistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with jam drilled in the wood. I gave it a swing, the air whistling through the holes.

perfective tense. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

crack !

"holy place shit !"Gardenia gasped.

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

"I do n't recognise,"the hard worker wailed.

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

flavour ! Gardenia 's colored bottom was tinged red.

"Thank you ma'am, this b-bi ..."She snarled her glossa around the word.

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

Like good cop-bad cop from TV appearance and flick, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the gentle striver.

Spank !

"Thank you, Madam. This b-bitch needs seventeen more spankings,"she sobbed.
"wrongfulness !"I smacked her ass with my bare hand. Her rightfulness 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 bitch needs 19 more spankings."

"Good job,"Akane murmured.

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

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her buttock jiggled and her hip wiggled as she strained against the bail. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and priming coat the slave 's human face into her snatch, sighing softly. My own pussycat was releasing a flood tide of juices down my thighs.

I would call for succor when I finished.

scissure ! scag ! Crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. Tears ran down her face, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's tears triggering a powerful orgasm, tossing her head teacher, framed by fatal ringlets.

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

Another stinging smacking, reddened face jiggling, my purulent burning for a woman 's mouth.

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

The ache in my clit burned, beckoning for my fingers to provided soothing relief.

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

I wanted to rub my cunt on her combustion ass.

crevice !

I lifted my doll, exposing my plane puss. Gardenia cried in pain as I rubbed my kitty-cat on her attender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my off-white into her plastic flesh, smearing my juice, an ointment to soothe her combustion as she soothed mine."Gods yes !"My pussy contracted, emollient squirting out as my dead body thrashed in passion. My head threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as raptus engulfed me.

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

"free people her,"I commanded.

My beef obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her narrow-minded expression, nostrils flaring as she fought off more son of a bitch. She stood up straight, still wide of defiance. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking workbench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

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

"Yes, brothel keeper,"she answered.

I hooked the terzetto to her collar."How do bitches walk, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another twenty dollar bill spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

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

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

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

"goodness miss,"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 jolty surfaces and she kept wincing. My middle were fixed to her dark, rosy ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two cunt. She would take a tail, and that brought a grin to my sass. I loved breaking in a new striver 's bunghole. It was so much fun.

By the time we reached the kennel, I was grounding my tooth and wishing I had a crop. A few pic of a party whip on her ship's boat ass would motivate her to observe up the pace. The new bitch looked into the John Milton Cage Jr., the modest rooms pairs of bitches and pony-girls lived in. Most were occupied with duet relaxing in their loose fourth dimension, playing biz or watching television or making love. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supplying bar, the wall covered with all sorts of sexual miniature : dildos, posterior fire hydrant, clinch, control, party whip, paddle, gags, hoods, vibrators, I chained her troika to a spot in the heart while Akane and Jordan River found comfortable spot to nestle on the floor.

"Which sparking plug should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my fingers running across tapered, smuggled plastic, dog backside hanging from the wide-eyed end. I hefted a thick one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her eyes widened in shock and she did n't respond me.

"I asked you a question, bitch !"

"No, lady,"she squeaked in fear, her oculus flicking to the paddles.

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her eyes. It was five in at its wide of the mark."Your ass would be stretched open with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese bitch crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her hindquarters."On your mitt and stifle, beef !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

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

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

"You like that, squawk ?"I asked, standing in front line of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, albumen attire trimmed with Au. My round, swart breasts popped free and I stroked a backbreaking, dismal nipple.

"Yes, dame,"she moaned.

My dress slipped to the base and her optic fell upon my naked bend."Time to put your rima oris its proper use."

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


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my sporting lady arousal. Her knife was wonderful. Agile, flitting Light as a feathering across my labia, brushing my button. Sparks flew inside me and my capitulum threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her voluminous, silken hair and priming coat my cunt into her skilled lips.

"I was right when I named you, beef !"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 tool blossomed from Akane 's crotch, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the head dark pink and weeping percipient pre-cum. I made for sure I had a honorable clasp 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 pearl. The spunk caught inside me, my passion blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the gripe face through my cunt. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting intemperately and slow, breaking her ass in.

"Fuck the squawk !"I gasped."Make her cum on your stopcock !"

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

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

"I think she likes my cock. squeeze that prick. Work those hips. That 's a good squawk !"

My legs felt feeble, but I had one finally thing to do. She tried to pull away as my peeing shot into her sassing. I held on squiffy and Akane 's poking drove her typeface back into my cunt. I sighed, joy tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid scandalmongering leaked out of her oral cavity, dribbling onto the floor. Her centre shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. Pleasure. rapture. mania. electricity. whizz overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the Emily Post, panting as my body trembled in pocket-size aftershocks.

Her face was a mussiness. tear ran out of her eyes, pussy pick and water decorated her expression. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my nous. I grabbed her hair and shoved her face down into the piss."salt lick it up, squawk !"

Her spit lapped across the concrete trading floor then moaned, her torso palpitation. The chagrin and shame mixed with the delight and hurting. Confusion and lust warred in her face as she came despite the degrading discussion. 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 lastly few sentence, squeezing every drop of her seed out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my Supreme Being,"panted Cuntlapper.

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

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

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

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The bitch 's training was utter and she did n't need to be held in post to take on her schoolmistress 's urine. She gladly drank the piss. When the stream died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

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

"You 're receive,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's fountainhead, then my schoolmistress looked at me."You did well with this one, Sarai."

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

"Do you need to be my gripe forever ?"Diane asked, bending down to gaze 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."

rent 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."Dogs sleep on the foot of the bed."

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

"So what is my reinforcement ?"I asked.

"Sit on my boldness and I 'll make you howl, Sarai."

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