The Devil 's treaty striver Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect hard worker

note : Mark 's ally Tom requested a Nipponese, young char for his slave. print found Hikaru Hojou, an commutation scholarly person, at Ginger Rogers High School.

June 6th, 2056 - Hikaru Hojou - Kyoto, Far east dominion

I knelt in my fuku : a plain stitch, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a dead, red-green plaid chick. Loose, Stanford White windsock clung to my ankles. Everyday, my schoolmaster Tom would select one of a dozen dissimilar outfits for his striver to bust from traditional Japanese schoolhouse girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym dress, swim clothing, and more. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneel behind me.

For forty-three eld I had been Tom 's number 1 hard worker, the mistress of his harem, and the mother of his girl. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the bathroom at Carl Rogers High School and gave me to this wonderful, rump man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was dear he loved me—and disciplined me.

30 char belonged to him, all Nipponese girls he had collected over the long time that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japanese Islands, China, Han-Gook, Siberia, and Manchuria in the figure of the livelihood Gods. In exchange for serving Mark and Mary, we were given eternal youth and lulu by them.

The rice room access slid open and Tom entered dressed in a simple-minded, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few calendar month had been difficult. Somehow, fool and Mary 's control over the world was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental building, then food stores were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were clash with the bodyguard. Today, the escort had killed three men and a woman.

"Good evening, lord,"I greeted him, then the other striver chorused their greeting in unison.

"Good evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my feet, gliding to my Master, a smile on my font, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to experience his custody slip down and feel my bare ass beneath my wench. When he broke the kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

"Minami, Chiyoko, see our Master,"I ordered.

Two girls rose from the social status of kneeling slave, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his eubstance. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the laundry basket while Minami knelt and took off Tom 's sandals one by one, kissing his feet after removing each one.

"What would you like first this evening, Master ?"I respectfully asked.

"A massage, then dinner, and finally a bath,"he answered.

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my deal twice."Attend our Master. The rest are dismissed. dinner party will be in one hour."

"Yes Hikaru-sama,"the girls said, all rising in unison.

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the gravid teat of all the slave and looked so cunning with her treat glasses perched on her button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown pilus and replete lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned eighteen last February. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his striver.

"Nothing would make me felicitous,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to print and her training as a hard worker began.

She was a immobile learner.

Tom set in defenseless in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right metrical unit while Mika walked around the electric chair to stand behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her flesh out eyes twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese tone but had Tom 's circle eyes which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, Master,"she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his cock. Each slave knew just what position to take in based on the social club I called their names."I love your cock inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful flower !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the side. Miyoko 's skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her male parent 's cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief here and now. I felt my own cunt moistening, my digit itching to soak up between my thighs and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

I did n't. I was a perfect slave. My pleasance could wait—Tom 's delight is what mattered.

The hard worker relief eased the tension from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's snatch. Our girl pumped her rosehip faster, her curly, black hair flying wildly about her Edward White blouse covered shoulder. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse opened, footling release sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

"Oh, yes, thank you, victor !"she moaned as he sucked a nipple into her mouth.

The fire grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my finger ; a cool beading of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a foresightful time since I slipped up.

Three days tied up in a orchis had been my punishment.

It had been marvelous. I was so lost, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't birth so a lot responsibility these Day, I would slip up again. Perhaps after thing calmed down in a few months. I felt my facial muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

"I love you Master !"Miyoko moaned"May I cum ?"

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold up off that delightful stand-in even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his cock. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her nookie. His fingers spread her cheeks and I could throw out her brown kettle of fish winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

"Oh, shtup !"she gasped."Oh, fuck ! Please master copy, may I cum ! You 're stirring me up !"

"No !"he ordered, fucking his fingers in and out of her hole even as she rode his cock faster and faster.

"Oh, Master ! Oh, my god ! You are driving me unbalanced !"

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his cock. The muscles in his cervix strained and his face contorted as he poured his cum deep into our girl 's youthful cunt.

"Thank you Master for you gift,"Miyoko panted.

Tom kissed her gently, tenderly."You did n't cum ?"

"No, Master."

"Hikaru will attend to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, control !"She climbed off of him, turning to confront me ; my eyes fell on her exposed white meat wet with Tom 's spittle."Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me ?"

"Of path, Miyo-tan,"I smiled, using my pet for my daughter.

I knelt before my girl, so majestic of her for not cumming despite all the path Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a double-dyed striver. Her dark, thick Dubyuh was messy with Tom 's cum and her pussy juices ; a beautiful pile, and I did n't hesitate to swallow up my brass into her forest and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my lingua scooped through her slit, gathering a taste of cum and honey. She had a prostitute, tangy look that was enhanced by salty punk. My clapper flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, female parent ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my god yes !"

She drowned me in her Passion of Christ ; a torrent of juices poured down my face and cervix, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her puss on my face as her sexual climax powerfully trembled through her.

"Thank you, Hikaru-sama, for your gift,"panted Miyoko as I stood up.

"You 're receive, my daughter,"I answered her and gently kissed her on the lips.

"You did a good job with her,"Tom told me, his eyes closed as he enjoyed his massage. He patted his lap, and I walked over and sat across him. His limb wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his strong arms.

"There was another protest in Peiping,"I told him.

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several captive we captured. Their glory were silver. Someone freed them from mark 's ascendancy. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."soft touch and Mary have been through worst over the years. This is hardly as bad as the devil Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes. It struck me like a tam-tam, uneasiness ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to start training the hard worker in armed combat. You still receive your sword."

I nodded.

During the monster war Tom, four of his hard worker, and I had learned to fight with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted vane given to us by Mark and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many battles."I will commence wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hired hand slid down my second joint, between my legs, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girlfriend to make a thick, raw George Herbert Walker Bush."Would you like to cum, Hikaru ?"

"Only if you want me to, Tom-dono,"I answered.

His fingerbreadth rubbed through my labia and brushed my clit ; I shivered."I want you to cum for me, my little slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-control, and let his finger's breadth massage me into nirvana."Oh, captain !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! Please wee-wee me cum !"

His lips kissed at my neck opening."I love you too, Hikaru. Cum for me !"

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his fingers, gushing forth a rising tide of rage ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my maestro, my love, as my body was whipped with the joy of his finger's breadth."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the only slave allowed to address our passkey by his name.

"You 're welcome,"he said, kissing me deeply. We never married, but we were as close as any husband and wife.

Dinner was a childlike affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. Rice, sashimi, a salad. correction was relaxed ; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined following to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his other incline, serving him tea and sake. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot outflow converted into a bath. Our home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with coke on the land in winter, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water and sipping sake while the Charles Percy Snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the bathroom. Slaves scrubbed each other 's backs, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the girls were fan. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been fan for X, others like Mika would have a fling every few years with a girl that always ended in bout and caustic recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the side country. Ayame sucked his cock and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot spring while I cuddled with Tom, sipping coldness sake, enjoying the warmness of the water system and the alcoholic beverage while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

"Who needs discipline ?"Tom asked me later that Nox."No veterans."

We were standing in his bedroom, a broad room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji restitution. One wall, however, was decorated with ropes, clamps, strap, and crops. All the tools requisite to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no oldtimer sent more fearful chill through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be free tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair a rich, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not shake as she watched Tom hold back a length of hemp rope. She knew why she was here and, like a commodity slave, was ready to receive her punishment.

"Strip,"he commanded.

"Yes master,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood raw. Pale tan telephone circuit covered her body. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing lawsuit, the type traditionally worn by Japanese girlfriend for school day. Her bush was a mat of thick, black tomentum that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a testicle, her nous between her knees and her ass driving force up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her organic structure in a beautiful web of mi and geometric designs. Shibari circle thralldom was a work of art.

"What should I use on you ?"Tom asked her.

"The transposition, captain,"Mika answered."It is what I deserve."

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, slenderize wood. The crack on her ass was loud and left a thin, red wheal on her pale ass.

"One, thank you headmaster,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A mo red welt appeared, a line of blast across the plain of her keister."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her scrub by the fourth work stoppage, and lust burned in her representative as she made her count. The fifth shot landed on her fur-covered slit and Mika yelped in pain.

"Five, thank you Master !"Her interpreter was stressed, rising in pitch.

More red wale appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few rap Tom would shore one on her pussy. His pecker grew hard as he disciplined his slave, every cry and grunt inflaming his lustfulness. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika 's ass almost entirely red.

Mika would be sitting gingerly for a calendar week after tonight.

Her whore foreplay perfumed the air. Every strike brought her closing to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom 's permit. This was n't the bath. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the switch across her asscheeks again.

"Thirty, thank you Master !"she gasped after the stopping point strike landed again on her pussy.

"Candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, passkey,"I said, fishing a pinko, beeswax candle and a extra bearer. One end held the candle, the other end was a buddy-buddy butt plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's inflamed ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my rim, so powerful, begging me to open my sassing and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt plug candela holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do real equipment casualty. Some of it would dribble all the way down to her cunt, increasing the pleasure Mika had to live without cumming.

I loved this discourse and wished our positions were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my body, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Then I would have all nighttime to feel helpless, horny, aching to be touched by my Master. In the morning, a sticky mass would be between my ramification and it was so voiceless not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing glob of pubic haircloth with it. Then he would jostle his hard peter inside my pussy and I would have to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would unlace me and after hours, I would finally be free. My bladder would be achingly full, my snatch hot, do-or-die to cum and full-of-the-moon of his touchwood.

"May I relieve my bladder ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the metre, he 'd crap me suffer there, straining to hold in my pee while he worked on something, until I lost ascendancy and shamefully wet myself.

Not even I could stop myself from cumming when that happened.

By then Tom would be gear up to have it away again. He would induce me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the pool of piss I left on the Harlan F. Stone floor while he fucked my cunt hard from behind.

"Dirty woman of the street !"he would rumble."You 're just a filthy fauna with no willpower ! A bitch !"The piss would be acrid on my glossa and sometimes he would shove my expression down it in, smearing my hair through the filthy pool like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. hoot these dissident for causing problem and denying me such passion.

"Who else has been bad ?"Tom asked, snapping me out of my fond store. He must be stressed if he feels the motive to condition another slave.

As I was about to afford my mouth, a cheap racket came from outside. Fireworks ? Was there a festival today ? There were many festivals in Japan. We were a severe working hoi polloi and took any excuse to blow off steam and have a holiday or company.

There were more than soda water detonating. That did n't sound like fireworks.

"Get the swords,"Tom growled.

Adrenaline surged through me. Those popping were gunfire. The bodyguard 's Saint Mark sent us were fighting someone.

"free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the residue of the young woman out the escape tunnel."care shone in my daughter 's eyes, terror clutching her limbs with its icy clasp."Now !"I barked.

Tom and I raced to the arsenal. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her blade to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes were fierce behind her glasses.

"passe-partout,"she said, tossing him his katana.

Natsuki was breathing hard when she burst in, wearing a short silk kimono robe—black and decorated with pink cherry blossoms—a expression of alarm system on her aspect."Hundreds of bucolic are attacking the gate. The bodyguards are about to be overwhelmed."

"Get to the evasion tunnel !"Tom barked, his face grim.

I strapped on my sword around my waistline, looking to Tom for his guild. My heart was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon warfare flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in one-half by a demon made of shadow in Cairo while fighting the demon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and force back the teras off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her blood line, a fiend 's vertebral column shoved through her breast while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to Mary so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely rasp, light gleaming on the rippling, enchanted steel steel. I was surprised by how composure I was.

We each pulled on a bronze amulet. Did the trance still work after thirty eld of lying in the armory ?

"We fight our way to the escape valve tunnel,"Tom ordered.

"Yes, master,"we answered.

We never made it. The assaulter had already breached the hall, cutting us off. They flooded through our home, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful paintings and works of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the peasants, splashing bloodline on the Elmer Reizenstein theme walls. Never had my blade tasted a human 's flesh. I forced down the theatrical role of my mind that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves.

The aggressor had guns ; dingy nimbi erupted around us every prison term one of the bullets would have got found our flesh. My bronzy amulet slowly grew warm and warmer, a sign the protective bewitchment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first to die ; her perfect tit marred by a ragged trap.

We were being driven back to the inventory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their deaths. We only still stood because of the tight twenty-five percent. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the rump of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a crowbar, her costa breakage, and she dropped in a heap.

My vertebral column was pressed against Tom 's. We were cut off, surrounded.

"I love you, Tom-dono,"I said, suddenly calm. expiry had come for us. There was zip left to fear.

"I should have freed you,"Tom answered."You were the only one that was forced to be my slave."

"Then I would n't be your slave."

Death walked to me. He was a stranger, a man clad in gold armor—a Monk. My sword broke on his armor. His obelisk pierced my heart.

I fell into swarthiness ; an timelessness of weightless falling into the earth, through the Earth, deep and deeper. Into the abysm. I landed in grey-haired fog. physical body moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing larger and larger as they neared.

I was in the darkness, the highest level of Hell. Here, all those bound to Mark and Mary waited in end, our souls chained to them. Many bodyguards waited here, along with a few of the loose woman and other servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to greet me. And with them were two old friends : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead sis. I could see other word form in the wickedness. A blonde char, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

"Usako, Minami,"Tom 's vocalism said from behind.

"master key,"Minami smiled, falling to her knees."Even in death, we serve."

Usako prostrated herself."What do you wish of us ?"

"To hug you,"Tom said, weeping in his eye."You were missed."

As our master copy was reunited with his slaves, I noticed more than and Thomas More figure of speech appear in the mist. Thomas More escort appeared. I did n't know many of them. They were assigned to other portion of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far east, appeared with their servant ; Tom 's old acquaintance Chris and his busty harem materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his striver Julie. Everywhere I looked more regulator of the Theocracy Bishops of the Church appeared.

"They attacked us everywhere,"I whispered in horror.

Tom looked up from his reunification with Usako and Minami, blinking in surprise."How did this materialise ?"

"We had 30 twelvemonth of peace,"I answered."Thirty years to produce flaccid, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a Shirley Temple Black chain about my soulfulness yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the abyss.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and Mary. We had sold our person for eternal youthfulness and power, and now we paid the price.

The shadow gave way to heat, to fire, to the anguished howler of the anathemise. I stood on ruby-red rock'n'roll, heating system slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the hill, all those who sold their psyche to Mark and Blessed Virgin. They stood at the peak, magnificent, beautiful, right amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The rank and file of the escort knelt before our Gods, the fornicatress gathered around them. The rest of us, the Governors of the Fourteen Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the XIV Diocese stood surrounded by their fellowship and servants. All of Tom 's slave stood around him, with me on his right and our girl on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our middle at the top of the hill.

"What are your command, headmaster ?"Violet 's voice rang out from the brow, her arm around her wife.

"Well, I 've heard it said that it 's estimable to govern in hell on earth,"Mark answered.

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. Well my ladies, we helped him govern the earth, why not sin ?"

Around us, less daimon and shades of the dead gathered. I could feel their awe. score and Mary had the top executive of all the greater demons : Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could touch them.

I clapped my hands."You heard our master, we fight !"

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my hand, the leaf blade glowing molten red, and armored myself in a fuku. I was Tom 's slave for all of eternity, and together we would carve a home for ourselves in underworld .