The Devil 's Pact slave account
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Hikaru : the perfect hard worker

banknote : chump 's Friend Tom requested a Japanese, young woman for his striver. Mark found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange student, at Will Rogers senior high school School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a plain, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a shortsighted, red-green plaid skirt. Loose, Edward White socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my master Tom would select one of a twelve different turnout for his slaves to break from traditional Japanese schoolhouse girl uniforms—the fuku—to nanny uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swimming vesture, and more. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and kitty to the slave-girls kneel behind me.

For forty-three long time I had been Tom 's first slave, the fancy woman of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers heights schooling and gave me to this wonderful, grim man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was full he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty woman belonged to him, all Japanese girls he had collected over the years that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the sustenance Gods. In exchange for serving Mark and Blessed Virgin, we were given unending youth and mantrap by them.

The rice threshold slid undefended and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The close few month had been difficult. Somehow, Mark and The Virgin 's control over the humanity was slipping. number one, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental edifice, then food computer memory were burned and substructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguard. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

"Good even, schoolmaster,"I greeted him, then the other hard worker chorused their salutation in unison.

"trade good evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my foundation, gliding to my headmaster, a grinning on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to experience his script slip down and feel my bare ass beneath my bird. When he broke the kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

"Minami, Chiyoko, hang our sea captain,"I ordered.

Two young woman rose from the rank of kneeling striver, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his weapon system and the two miss deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his consistence. 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 animal foot after removing each one.

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

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my work force twice."Attend our Master. The residue 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 tits of all the slave and looked so cute with her dainty glasses perched on her push button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair's-breadth and full-of-the-moon lips, and our girl Miyoko—rose together. I was very majestic of my daughter when she turned xviii close February. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"zilch would make me happy,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to Mark and her training as a slave began.

She was a fast learner.

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

"Oh, Master,"she moaned as she sank her pussy onto his peter. Each slave knew just what position to postulate based on the order 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 English. Miyoko 's skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's tool, exposing her light-olive tone ass for brief moments. I felt my own puss moistening, my fingers itching to plunge 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 pleasure could wait—Tom 's pleasure is what mattered.

The slave ministrations eased the tension from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's cunt. Our daughter pumped her hips faster, her curly, black hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulder. There was a buck noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, slight push button sent flying as he exposed her budding boob, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

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

The fire grew in my loin, demanding that I put it out with my finger's breadth ; a cool bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my fount composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long time since I slipped up.

three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. tied up in a ball had been my punishment.

It had been wonderful. I was so incapacitated, so at Tom 's clemency. If I did n't have so much responsibility these 24-hour interval, I would slip up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few months. I felt my facial muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that delicious embossment even as she pumped her juicy bitch on his cock. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the drive of her roll in the hay. His finger's breadth spread her cheeks and I could make out her embrown hole nictitation at me. Roughly, he shoved two finger up her ass.

"Oh, fucking !"she gasped."Oh, screwing ! Please Master, may I cum ! You 're stirring me up !"

"No !"he ordered, fucking his fingers in and out of her golf 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 coxa and slammed her all the way down his cock. The muscles in his cervix strained and his fount 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 serve to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, get the hang !"She climbed off of him, turning to look me ; my eyes fell on her exposed white meat 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 ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfective slave. Her dark, thick bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her twat juices ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to swallow my case into her forest and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my tongue scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and dearest. She had a lady of pleasure, lemonlike tang that was enhanced by salty kindling. My tongue flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy cakehole."Oh, mother ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her heat ; a alluvion of succus poured down my cheeks and neck, soaking into my schoolhouse blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her twat on my nerve as her 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 weaponry 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 various prisoners we captured. Their auras were silver. person freed them from Mark '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 daimon Wars."

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

I nodded.

During the fiend Wars Tom, four of his slaves, and I had learned to campaign with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted blade given to us by marking and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many fight."I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His handwriting slid down my second joint, between my wooden leg, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girls to have 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 little slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-command, and let his fingers rub down me into paradise."Oh, sea captain !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! 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 finger's breadth, gushing Forth a flood of passion ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my love, as my eubstance was whipped with the pleasure of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the merely slave allowed to turn to our victor 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 simple affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. rice, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed ; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his early side, serving him tea and saki. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot fountain converted into a bath. Our rest home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the ground in winter, the amniotic fluid remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water and sipping saki while the Baron Snow of Leicester fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner party intensified in the bath. slave scrubbed each early 's backs, which often led to more knowledgeable caresses. Many of the young lady were lover. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lover for 10, others like Mika would let a fling every few geezerhood with a daughter that always ended in bust and acerbic recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the side area. Ayame sucked his pecker and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot saltation while I cuddled with Tom, sipping cold sake, enjoying the warmth of the water supply and the alcohol while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

"Who needs field of study ?"Tom asked me later that night."No veterans."

We were standing in his bedroom, a spacious room appointed with titillating woodcuts from the Meiji regaining. One wall, however, was decorated with circle, clamps, strap, and crops. All the tools requisite to condition a bad slave. Tom 's gossip about no veterans sent more fearful chills 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 plentiful, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not shake as she watched Tom moderate a length of hemp rope. She knew why she was here and, like a good slave, was cook to receive her punishment.

"Strip,"he commanded.

"Yes lord,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood bare. pale tan lines covered her body. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit of clothes, the type traditionally worn by Nipponese female child for school day. Her bush was a mat of thick, smutty hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her head between her knees and her ass thrusting up into the air. The Mexican valium crisscrossed her consistency in a beautiful web of Calidris canutus and geometric purpose. Shibari R-2 thraldom was a work of art.

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

"The electric switch, master,"Mika answered."It is what I deserve."

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin wood. The pass on her ass was loud and left a thinly, red welt on her wan ass.

"One, thank you Master,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A s red welt appeared, a line of fire across the plain of her butt."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her George W. Bush by the fourth strike, and lust burned in her voice as she made her counting. The one-fifth chance event landed on her fur-covered cunt and Mika yelped in pain.

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

Sir Thomas More red welts appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few whacks Tom would set down one on her pussy. His cock grew hard as he disciplined his slave, every cry and grunt inflaming his lecherousness. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika 's ass almost entirely red.

Mika would be sitting gingerly for a workweek after tonight.

Her prostitute foreplay perfumed the air. Every hit brought her completion to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom 's permission. This was n't the bath. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the replacement across her asscheeks again.

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

"taper,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a garden pink, beeswax candle and a extra holder. One end held the cd, the former end was a thick butt plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's inflamed ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my brim, so powerful, begging me to spread my oral fissure and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt ballyhoo candle holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the standard candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do substantial damage. Some of it would dribble all the way down to her twat, increasing the pleasance Mika had to brave out without cumming.

I loved this treatment 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 Night to palpate lost, steamy, aching to be touched by my master. In the morning, a pasty mess would be between my legs and it was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing glob of pubic hair with it. Then he would shove his arduous cock inside my kitty and I would experience to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after hours, I would finally be free. My bladder would be achingly full, my purulent hot, desperate to cum and wide of his spunk.

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

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

By then Tom would be set to make out again. He would have me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of piss I left on the stone floor while he fucked my cunt hard from buttocks.

"Dirty working girl !"he would growl."You 're just a nasty brute with no possession ! A bitch !"The piss would be acrid on my clapper and sometimes he would stuff my case down it in, smearing my tomentum through the foul pool like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. darn these dissident for causing job and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to unfold my mouth, a loud haphazardness came from outside. Fireworks ? Was there a fete today ? There were many festivals in Japan. We were a severe workings people and took any excuse to bodge off steam and have a vacation or party.

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

"Get the brand,"Tom growled.

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

"Free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the rest of the girls out the escape tunnel."Fear shone in my daughter 's eyes, little terror clutching her limbs with its icy clutches."Now !"I barked.

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

"schoolmaster,"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 look of alarm on her side."one C of Goth are attacking the gate. The bodyguards are about to be overwhelmed."

"Get to the escape cock burrow !"Tom barked, his aspect grim.

I strapped on my sword around my shank, looking to Tom for his orders. My heart was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon state of war flooding my intellect. The day Usako was ripped in half by a devil made of tail in Cairo while fighting the daimon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in movement of me and drove the monster off. The sad retentivity of Minami choking on her blood, a fiend 's backbone 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 rasping, brightness gleaming on the rippling, enchanted sword steel. I was surprised by how calm I was.

We each pulled on a tan amulet. Did the enthrallment still work after thirty years of lying in the armory ?

"We fight our way to the escape cock burrow,"Tom ordered.

"Yes, professional,"we answered.

We never made it. The attacker had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our home, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful paintings and deeds of chirography were ripped from the wall. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the churl, splashing blood on the rice theme walls. Never had my blade tasted a man 's anatomy. I forced down the part of my intellect that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my girl, all the other slaves.

The aggressor had guns ; racy rain cloud erupted around us every meter one of the bullet would have found our flesh. My tan amulet slowly grew warmer and warmer, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the low gear to die ; her arrant breasts marred by a ragged hole.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their deaths. We only still stood because of the tight one-quarter. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the goat of rifles. Yurika failed to circumvent a pry bar, her ribs breakage, and she dropped in a heap.

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

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

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

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

end walked to me. He was a stranger, a man clad in gold armor—a monastic. My brand broke on his armor. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into darkness ; an eternity of weightless falling into the solid ground, through the earthly concern, deeper and deeper. Into the abysm. I landed in Asa Gray fog. anatomy moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing with child and big as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the high layer of sin. Here, all those bound to Mark and Mary waited in destruction, our somebody chained to them. Many escort waited here, along with a few of the sluts 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 baby. I could see other bod in the darkness. A blond cleaning woman, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

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

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

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

As our victor was reunited with his slaves, I noticed more than and more flesh appear in the mist. more bodyguards appeared. I did n't recognize many of them. They were assigned to former character of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their servant ; Tom 's old ally Chris and his busty harem materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his slave Julie. Everywhere I looked more Governors of the Theocracy Bishops of the Church 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 take place ?"

"We had XXX years of pacification,"I answered."Thirty years to grow easy, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a fateful chemical chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the iniquity of the abysm.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and Madonna. We had sold our souls for eternal early days and power, and now we paid the price.

The swarthiness gave way to heat, to sack, to the anguished scream of the goddamned. I stood on blood-red tilt, heating system slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the hill, all those who sold their soul to Mark and Mary. They stood at the superlative, magnificent, beautiful, mighty amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The social status of the escort knelt before our Supreme Being, the Sluts gathered around them. The rest of us, the Governors of the XIV Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the XIV bishopric stood surrounded by their family and handmaiden. All of Tom 's slaves stood around him, with me on his right and our daughter on his left wing, and like everyone else, we fixed our center at the top of the hill.

"What are your mastery, Master ?"Violet 's articulation rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

"Well, I 've heard it said that it 's sound to decree in netherworld,"Mark answered.

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

Around us, lesser ogre and tint of the dead gathered. I could feel their fear. Mark and Mary had the power of all the big demons : Molech, Lilith, match, others. No-one could rival them.

I clapped my men."You heard our passkey, 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 hard worker for all of timeless existence, and together we would carve a home for ourselves in Hell .