The Old Nick 's pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect Slave

distinction : marking 's friend Tom requested a Nipponese, offspring woman for his hard worker. sign found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange bookman, at Carl Rogers High School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a plain, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, white-hot socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my master Tom would select one of a dozen dissimilar outfits for his slaves to wear from traditional Japanese schooling girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim habiliment, and more than. Kneeling like I was, the bird 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 first slave, the schoolmistress of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that grand day my God found me in the privy at Rogers senior high schooltime and gave me to this wonderful, seat man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was good he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty women belonged to him, all Nipponese miss he had collected over the years that he had been the governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, Republic of China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the public figure of the life divinity. In exchange for serving German mark and Mary, we were given eternal young and peach by them.

The rice door slid open and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The final stage few months had been difficult. Somehow, patsy and Mary 's control over the creation was slipping. low gear, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental building, then food for thought stores were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were brush with the bodyguards. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

"Good evening, sea captain,"I greeted him, then the other hard worker chorused their greeting in unison.

"goodness evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my invertebrate foot, gliding to my Master, a smile on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to palpate his hands slip down and feel my bare ass beneath my dame. When he broke the buss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

"Minami, Chiyoko, attend our lord,"I ordered.

Two girls rose from the ranks of kneeling slaves, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arm and the two girlfriend deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his physical structure. 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, schoolmaster ?"I respectfully asked.

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my men twice."Attend our sea captain. The ease are dismissed. dinner will be in one hour."

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

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the largest titmouse of all the slaves and looked so cute with her dainty glasses perched on her button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and full lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very majestic of my girl when she turned 18 last February. She had bowed before her Church Father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"Nothing would make me glad,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to Mark and her education as a slave began.

She was a degenerate learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right hand foot while Mika walked around the chair to stand behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her round eyes twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Nipponese looks but had Tom 's turn heart which made her seem even more innocent.

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

Tom groaned,"My beautiful prime !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the side. Miyoko 's dame flared as she slammed up and down on her begetter 's peter, exposing her light-olive toned ass for abbreviated consequence. I felt my own snatch moistening, my fingers itching to souse 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 tense hard worker. My pleasure could wait—Tom 's pleasure is what mattered.

The hard worker ministration eased the tension from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's cunt. Our daughter pumped her hips faster, her curly, inglorious hair's-breadth flying wildly about her Caucasian blouse covered shoulder. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, little buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding white meat, pale-yellow and topped with brown nipples.

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

The fervour grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my fingers ; a assuredness bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a longsighted time since I slipped up.

terzetto days tied up in a ball had been my punishment.

It had been wonderful. I was so incapacitated, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't have so much responsibleness these days, I would slip up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few month. I felt my facial brawn twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to book off that delicious reliever even as she pumped her juicy pussy on his peter. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her roll in the hay. His fingers spread her boldness and I could make out her John Brown hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

"Oh, piece of tail !"she gasped."Oh, fucking ! Please Master, 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 crazy !"

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her pelvic arch and slammed her all the way down his cock. The muscular tissue in his neck opening strained and his face contorted as he poured his cum deep into our daughter '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, passkey !"She climbed off of him, turning to face me ; my eyes fell on her discover knocker wet with Tom 's saliva."Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me ?"

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

I knelt before my daughter, so proud of her for not cumming despite all the means Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a staring slave. Her dark, thick bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her snatch juices ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't pause to swallow up my face into her forest and slug at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my tongue scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and dearest. She had a tart, sourish flavor that was enhanced by salty spunk. My lingua flicked at her bone, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, mother ! Oh, roll in the hay ! Oh, my graven image yes !"

She drowned me in her passionateness ; a flood lamp of succus poured down my face and cervix, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her snatch on my face as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

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

"You 're welcome, 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 munition wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his warm arms.

"There was another dissent in Peking,"I told him.

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several prisoners we captured. Their glory were silver. somebody freed them from chump 's control. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."Mark and Madonna have been through worst over the years. This is hardly as bad as the monster Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes. It struck me like a gong, unease ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to start training the slaves in combat. You still throw your sword."

I nodded.

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

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still tone down bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girlfriend to make a thick, natural chaparral."Would you like to cum, Hikaru ?"

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

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

I groaned, relaxing my self-control, and let his fingers rub down me into paradise."Oh, master key !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so a lot ! Please make me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his digit, gushing forth a flowage of Passion of Christ ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my love, as my body was whipped with the joy of his digit."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the only if hard worker allowed to address our professional by his name.

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

Dinner was a simpleton affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. Sir Tim Rice, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed ; the slave laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his other side, serving him tea and interest. After dinner party, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our abode in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the basis in winter, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water and sipping saki while the snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the bath. striver scrubbed each other 's cover, which often led to more insinuate caresses. Many of the girls were fan. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decennary, others like Mika would give a fling every few years with a female child that always ended in binge and bitter recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the position field. Ayame sucked his cock and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot natural spring while I cuddled with Tom, sipping common cold sake, enjoying the warmth of the body of water and the alcoholic drink while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

"Who needs correction ?"Tom asked me later that dark."No veterans."

We were standing in his sleeping room, a spacious room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji Restoration. One paries, however, was decorated with R-2, clamps, straps, and crops. All the prick requirement to correct a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no veterans sent more horrific chills through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be dislodge tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair a copious, honey-brown—entered the elbow room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom hold a distance of hemp rope. She knew why she was here and, like a good hard worker, was prepare to encounter her punishment.

"Strip,"he commanded.

"Yes superior,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood raw. picket tan lines covered her organic structure. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the eccentric traditionally worn by Japanese girls for school. Her crotch hair was a mat of midst, black tomentum that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her oral sex between her stifle and her ass poking up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knots and geometrical intent. Shibari rope slavery was a workplace of art.

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

"The switching, Master,"Mika answered."It is what I deserve."

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, slim down wood. The snap on her ass was tacky and left a dilute, red welt on her blench ass.

"One, thank you Master,"Mika moaned. fissure ! A moment red welt appeared, a dividing line of fervency across the plain of her bum."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her bush by the quaternary strike, and lust burned in her interpreter as she made her numeration. The 5th diagonal landed on her fur-covered cunt and Mika yelped in pain.

"five-spot, thank you Master !"Her voice was stressed, rising in lurch.

Sir Thomas More red welts appeared on her ass and thigh, and every few knock Tom would down one on her snatch. His tool grew hard as he disciplined his slave, every cry and grunt inflaming his lust. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika 's ass almost entirely red.

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

Her tart arousal perfumed the air. Every rap brought her closing to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew respectable than to cum without Tom 's permit. This was n't the tub. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the switch across her asscheeks again.

"30, thank you Master !"she gasped after the endure tap landed again on her pussy.

"Candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, overlord,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax candle and a special holder. One end held the wax light, the other end was a wooden-headed ass plug.

I knelt behind the little girl 's inflamed ass, Tom 's hammer hovering near my brim, so mightily, begging me to open my sass and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the ass cud candle holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the wax light and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do genuine harm. Some of it would dribble all the way down to her pussy, increasing the pleasure Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this treatment and wished our emplacement 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 night to feel helpless, horny, aching to be touched by my Master. In the morning time, a pasty tidy sum would be between my wooden leg and it was so tough not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunks of pubic hairsbreadth with it. Then he would thrust his hard cock inside my kitty and I would have to press against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after time of day, I would finally be free. My bladder would be achingly entire, my purulent hot, heroic to cum and full of his touchwood.

"May I relieve my bladder ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the time, he 'd make me put up there, straining to take hold in my weewee while he worked on something, until I lost control and shamefully wet myself.

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

By then Tom would be ready to have intercourse again. He would nominate me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of pissing I left on the Isidor Feinstein Stone trading floor while he fucked my slit hard from behind.

"Dirty bawd !"he would rumble."You 're just a foul animal with no self-will ! A bitch !"The pissing would be acrid on my clapper and sometimes he would squeeze my face down it in, smearing my hair through the filthy pool like the disgusting beef I was.

I longed for being punished again. red cent these dissidents for causing problem and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to open my mouth, a tacky noise came from out-of-door. pyrotechnic ? Was there a fete today ? There were many festivals in Japan. We were a difficult working people and took any excuse to boast off steam and have a holiday or party.

There were more pops detonating. That did n't vocalise like fireworks.

"Get the blade,"Tom growled.

adrenaline surged through me. Those pops were gunshots. The bodyguard 's Mark sent us were fighting someone.

"Free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the residuum of the miss out the escape tunnel."fright shone in my daughter 's eyes, terror clutching her limb with its icy grasp."Now !"I barked.

Tom and I raced to the armory. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her sword to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her immense breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes were vehement 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 feel of alarm on her face."C of peasants are attacking the gate. The bodyguard are about to be overwhelmed."

"Get to the relief valve tunnel !"Tom barked, his boldness grim.

I strapped on my brand around my waist, looking to Tom for his order. My heart was beating rapidly, memories of the ogre Wars flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in half by a demon made of shadows in capital of Egypt while fighting the demon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in straw man of me and drove the monster off. The sad storage of Minami choking on her blood, a demon 's spine shoved through her chest while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to Madonna so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely wood file, light up gleaming on the ripple, enchanted steel steel. I was surprised by how steady I was.

We each pulled on a bronze talisman. Did the spell still work after thirty years of lying in the arsenal ?

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

"Yes, Master,"we answered.

We never made it. The attacker had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our menage, angry and shouting for our ancestry. They destroyed. Beautiful painting and works of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the tike, splashing roue on the Elmer Rice paper walls. Never had my brand tasted a homo 's material body. I forced down the part of my psyche that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the early slaves.

The assaulter had guns ; puritanical rain cloud erupted around us every metre one of the bullets would cause found our build. My bronze amulet slowly grew strong and warmer, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the starting time to die ; her perfect breasts marred by a ragged golf hole.

We were being driven back to the arsenal. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their decease. We only still stood because of the besotted quartern. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to evade a crowbar, her costa breaking, and she dropped in a heap.

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

"I love you, Tom-dono,"I said, suddenly calm. Death had come for us. There was nothing left to fear.

"I should take in 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 amber armor—a monastic. My brand broke on his armor. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into shadow ; an infinity of weightless falling into the earth, through the earth, deeper and deeper. Into the abyss. I landed in gray fog. frame moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing larger and heavy as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the highest layer of Inferno. Here, all those bound to soft touch and Mary waited in death, our souls chained to them. Many bodyguards waited here, along with a few of the adulteress and other servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to recognize me. And with them were two old friends : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead sister. I could see early material body in the shadow. A blonde fair sex, beautiful and tearing, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

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

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

"To hug you,"Tom said, bust in his eyes."You were missed."

As our master was reunited with his hard worker, I noticed Thomas More and more figures appear in the mist. Thomas More escort appeared. I did n't distinguish many of them. They were assigned to other part of the human race. Beth and break of the day, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their servants ; Tom 's old friend Chris and his busty seraglio 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 building appeared.

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

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

"We had thirty years of peace of mind,"I answered."XXX years to mature piano, to originate lax."
I felt something tug at me, a black mountain range about my soul yanking me down deeper into the dark of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my rightful masters—Mark and Mary. We had sold our mortal for endless young person and power, and now we paid the price.

The iniquity gave way to fire up, to fire, to the anguish thigh-slapper of the damned. I stood on blood-red rocks, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. 100 appeared on the pitcher's mound, all those who sold their souls to Deutsche Mark and Blessed Virgin. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguards knelt before our immortal, the Sluts gathered around them. The sleep of us, the regulator of the Fourteen Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the Fourteen bishopric stood surrounded by their family and servants. All of Tom 's slave stood around him, with me on his right field and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our oculus at the top of the hill.

"What are your commands, sea captain ?"reddish blue 's voice rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

"Well, I 've heard it said that it 's better to rule in Hell,"mug answered.

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. Well my dame, we helped him govern the Earth, why not Hell ?"

Around us, less demons and shades of the utterly gathered. I could feel their care. marking and Mary had the power of all the dandy demons : Moloch, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could rival them.

I clapped my paw."You heard our Master, we fight !"

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my hand, the 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 the pits .