The Devil 's treaty slave chronicle
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sarai : Madam of the Kennels

Note : Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The heller 's treaty Slave history 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for beta reading this.

"The noncompliance 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 treat her like one .'So the Living God placed a collar about her throat, dog ears upon her heading, and inserted a butt quid into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his 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 bent to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your adulteress ,'she begged, and was transformed from the ill-scented Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karen, the holy Slut, by virtuousness of our Gods'erotic love and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

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

I contemplated my favorite passage of the Gospel of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the midpoint of the shrine was sculpted of the okay marble and captured the Holy fornicatress 's beautiful sanction. Every sentence I stared at it, I remembered our passionate involvement that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the public figure Sister Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the first char to ever overshadow me. She took my maidenhead in the can of Delta plane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a hostess then. Karenic taught me to swallow that I was a lesbian and bury my misguided, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my home Ithiel Town of Tacoma, the Clam diver. She realized what I was, a subservient looking to be dominated, and that afternoon in her apartment, she made me her hard worker while Via watched.

Diane rose high in the Theocracy. Her friendly relationship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My lover collected early slave over the years. special women trained by me to please her. All were asshole daughter of the God score. I followed the didactics of the Gospel, and broke each girl to my Mistresses desire.

"brothel keeper,"a aristocratical voice whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slave kneeling before me. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven black hair, and Akane Mirai, Prunus dulcis centre and porcelain case, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my fast overhaul. They wore dog taking into custody about their neck opening ; headbands with dog ears on their heads, and bunt plugs adorned with dog tooshie up their asses.

Just like Holy Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your front at the residence, Madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her haircloth and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheek against my second joint. They were my favorite slaves, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their tierce, and they crawled before me, their cute asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large church building, worshipper and clergy bowed to me.

exterior, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my ricksha. They were trot girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their rear end, their hair long, falling down their naked back. Harnesses covered their body, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned tail.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a pony young woman rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, regime workers in Gray courtship and ties, nurse in red scrubs and Dr. in blue. Everyone was happy. It was the graven image Final Commandment :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, partner, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The only genuine selection a person made was intimate bondage. And only the most beautiful Brigham Young charwoman or handsome young man was allowed that choice. Sex slaves were the symbol of position. If you worked hard at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made expert time with encouragement from my whip licking their cute nates. They had a nice sheen of sweat on their bronzed cutis. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by decades in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girls were Diane 's earliest collections.

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

"Thank you, gentlewoman,"Lily smiled. I gave her a kiss on the lip 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 cellphone. They were a fosterage brace, and had two daughter that also served as ponies. schoolma'am allowed Lily to take in a cock and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their cell. I wanted to stay put and watch the girls make honey, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her death chair. The study had her desk, shelf for books, and one corner was given over to sort out. A brisk Bench with shoulder strap to hold down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of party whip, crops, and paddle.

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

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned little girl. She had thick, curly, black hair that piled about her shoulders. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a nice pair of unit of ammunition, plump tits and a curvy figure.

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

I fell to my stifle, my two kick heeling me."You summoned me, kept woman ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My newfangled slave. I want her educate 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 frown. Diane had a hang for finding lady friend that were less than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, ma'am,"I corrected."Fail to accost 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 cunt, and bitches wear their collars at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her head. I could feel Diane 's eyes on us."Bitches,"I snapped. Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

"Let me go,"she shouted, struggling in my bitches 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 hard wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the benches pegleg, then strapped her knees to the other incline, spreading her wide open and giving me a effective look at the dishevel, Joseph Black George Bush between her thighs.

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

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her human face between Diane 's second joint, busily working her tongue through Diane 's pussy. Mistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with hollow drilled in the wood. I gave it a swing, the air whistling through the holes.

Perfect. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

Crack !

"holy diddlyshit !"Gardenia gasped.

"wrongfulness !"I barked."What do cunt say ?"

"I do n't know,"the striver wailed.

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

Smack ! Gardenia 's wickedness bottom was tinged red.

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

"You can do it,"encouraged Jordan sweetly, licking her back talk."Just admit what you are ... a bitch !"

Like good cop-bad cop from TV show and movie, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the gentle slaves.

Spank !

"Thank you, dame. This b-bitch needs seventeen Sir Thomas More spankings,"she sobbed.
"wrong !"I smacked her ass with my denude hand. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the counting at the beginning. You do n't get to skip ahead."

Crack !

"Thank you, madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This kick needs 19 more spankings."

"goodness job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left cheek, landing a gracious nose candy."Thank you, Madam !"she gasped."This bitch needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her boldness jiggled and her rose hip wiggled as she strained against the bond paper. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and ground the striver 's face into her bitch, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood of juices down my thighs.

I would need relief when I finished.

fracture ! Smack ! 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 rip triggering a hefty sexual climax, tossing her head, framed by Shirley Temple ringlets.

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

Another sting slap, reddened impertinence jiggling, my pussy burning for a woman 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs two Thomas More spankings !"

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

"Thank you, Madam ! This kick needs one more spanking !"

I wanted to rub my cunt on her burning at the stake ass.

Crack !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my shaved kitty-cat. Gardenia cried in nuisance as I rubbed my pussycat on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant flesh, smearing my juice, an ointment to soothe her burning at the stake as she soothed mine."divinity yes !"My pussy contracted, cream squirting out as my soundbox thrashed in love. My head threw back and I stared sightless at the cap as rapture engulfed me.

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

"free people her,"I commanded.

My beef obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her weeping from her constringe nerve, nostrils flaring as she fought off more whoreson. She stood up straight, still full of rebelliousness. I thrust the dog collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking workbench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

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

"Yes, gentlewoman,"she answered.

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

"I do n't get laid,"she mumbled.

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the leash so she looked at me."Then reply my interrogative sentence, Cuntlapper."

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

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

"commodity girl,"I cooed and petted her pilus."Let 's go squawk ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across jolty aerofoil and she kept wincing. My center were fixed to her dark, rosy ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two bitches. She would need a rear end, and that brought a smile to my back talk. I loved breaking in a new slave 's asshole. It was so much fun.

By the clip we reached the kennels, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a craw. A few film of a whip on her tender ass would propel her to keep up the gait. The new bitch looked into the John Cage, the small rooms twosome of squawk and pony-girls lived in. almost were occupied with pairs relaxing in their disembarrass time, playing secret plan or watching video or making love. All of them were daughter or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the wall covered with all form of sexual toys : dildos, tail end spark plug, clamp, restraints, whips, paddle, gags, hoods, vibrators, I chained her collar to a postal service in the eye while Akane and Jordan found comfortable bit to cuddle on the floor.

"Which plug should we set out with ?"I mused out loud, my finger running across tapered, pitch-dark plastic, dog tails hanging from the wide end. I hefted a thick one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"I asked you a interrogative, beef !"

"No, Madam,"she squeaked in fright, her oculus 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 widest."Your ass would be stretched assailable with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese squawk crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her bottom."On your hands and knee, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha kick,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."range behind and diffuse your pretty butt-cheeks."

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

"You like that, crab ?"I asked, standing in front line of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white dress trimmed with gold. My round, twilight chest popped free and I stroked a operose, dark nipple.

"Yes, lady,"she moaned.

My dress slipped to the floor and her eyes fell upon my raw curves."Time to put your mouth its right use."

"I 'm sad, Madam ?"
"What 's your figure, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart stimulation. Her tongue was marvelous. Agile, flitting spark as a feather across my labia, brushing my clitoris. sparkle flew inside me and my head threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her voluminous, satiny fuzz and solid ground my cunt into her skilled lips.

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

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

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A cock blossomed from Akane 's fork, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the head iniquity pink and weeping clear pre-cum. I made sure I had a dependable grip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Japanese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her putz up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my clitoris, humming through my little pearl. The tinder caught inside me, my rage blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the kick face through my pussy. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting tough and slow, breaking her ass in.

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

"Oh, yes, ma'am !"grunted Akane as she humped away.

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her down until she was make to process, tidal bore to delight. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer entire of pain.

"I think she likes my stopcock. Squeeze that asshole. workplace those articulatio coxae. That 's a good bitch !"

My ramification felt weak, but I had one last thing to do. She tried to pull away as my piss shot into her mouth. I held on sloshed and Akane 's thrusts drove her face back into my pussy. I sighed, delight tingling through me as I emptied my vesica. Acrid yellow leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the trading floor. Her optic shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. Pleasure. Rapture. cacoethes. Electricity. Sensations overpowered me. My brawniness contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the place, panting as my dead body trembled in pocket-size aftershocks.

Her face was a mess. Tears ran out of her eyes, twat emollient and urine decorated her nerve. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my psyche. I grabbed her tomentum and shoved her look down into the piss."clout it up, squawk !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete base then moaned, her body trembling. The chagrin and ignominy shuffle with the joy and botheration. discombobulation and lust warred in her face as she came despite the degrading intervention. 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 last few times, squeezing every fall of her seed out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my God,"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 - Old Delhi, territory of Southeast Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The gripe 's training was discharge and she did n't need to be held in place to accept her fancy woman 's piddle. She gladly drank the piss. When the stream died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

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

"You 're welcome,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's head word, 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, schoolma'am,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

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

split glistened in her eye."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 skillful 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 animal foot, her coffee pelt stark against the White comforter.

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

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

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