The Devil 's Pact striver story
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect Slave

Note : Mark 's admirer Tom requested a Japanese, young woman for his slave. German mark found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange student, at Rogers highschool School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a champaign, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short-circuit, red-green plaid bird. Loose, white windsock clung to my ankles. Everyday, my master Tom would select one of a twelve different outfits for his slave to wear from traditional Nipponese schoolhouse girl uniforms—the fuku—to nursemaid uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim wear, and more. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and slit to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For forty-three years I had been Tom 's first slave, the mistress of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the toilet at Will Rogers High School and gave me to this wonderful, stern man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was honest he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty adult female belonged to him, all Japanese lady friend he had collected over the geezerhood that he had been the governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, PRC, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living divinity. In commutation for serving Mark and Mary, we were given eternal young and dish by them.

The Elmer Reizenstein threshold slid spread out and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few month had been difficult. Somehow, mark and The Virgin 's control over the creation was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then food memory board were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguards. Today, the escort had killed three men and a woman.

"Good evening, overlord,"I greeted him, then the other hard worker 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 face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to sense his hands slip down and palpate my bare ass beneath my annulus. When he broke the candy kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

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

Two daughter rose from the ranks of kneeling slaves, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two fille deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his dead body. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the wash 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 hands twice."Attend our master copy. The rest are dismissed. dinner will be in one hour."

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

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the largest tits of all the slaves and looked so cute with her dainty glasses perched on her button olfactory organ ; tan Mika with her honey-brown pilus and full rim, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned xviii last February. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slave.

"naught would make me happier,"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 ripe infantry while Mika walked around the electric chair to stand behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her round eyes twinkling as she climbed into her founder 's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's round centre which made her look even more innocent.

"Oh, headmaster,"she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his cock. Each slave knew just what position to ask based on the guild I called their names."I love your pecker inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful blossom !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the side. Miyoko 's wench flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief consequence. I felt my own snatch moistening, my finger's breadth itching to plunge between my second joint and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

I did n't. I was a perfect striver. My pleasure could wait—Tom 's joy is what mattered.

The slaves succor eased the tension from Tom, his case relaxing into delight as he enjoyed Miyoko 's cunt. Our daughter pumped her hips faster, her curly, dark hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered berm. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, minuscule release sent flying as he exposed her budding chest, pale-yellow and topped with chocolate-brown nipples.

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

The firing grew in my pubic region, demanding that I put it out with my finger's breadth ; a coolheaded bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my facial expression composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long sentence since I slipped up.

Three day tied up in a ball had been my punishment.

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

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that delightful relief even as she pumped her juicy puss on his cock. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the front of her fucking. His finger spread her cheeks and I could hit out her Brown kettle of fish nictation at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingerbreadth up her ass.

"Oh, fuck !"she gasped."Oh, nooky ! Please headmaster, may I cum ! You 're stirring me up !"

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

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

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his prick. The muscularity in his cervix strained and his fount 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, Master !"She climbed off of him, turning to face me ; my heart fell on her break breasts wet with Tom 's saliva."Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me ?"

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

I knelt before my daughter, so gallant of her for not cumming despite all the ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. Her iniquity, thick bush was mussy with Tom 's cum and her snatch juices ; a beautiful wad, and I did n't hesitate to inter my face into her forest and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my glossa scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and dear. She had a fancy woman, tangy flavor that was enhanced by salty spunk. My tongue flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, mother ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my immortal yes !"

She drowned me in her mania ; a flood of juices poured down my nerve and cervix, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my nerve as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

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

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

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

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

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned various prisoners we captured. Their auras were silver. Someone freed them from bull's eye 's control. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."print and Mary have been through worst over the eld. This is hardly as bad as the ogre Wars."

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

I nodded.

During the Demon Wars Tom, four of his slaves, and I had learned to fight back 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 handwriting slid down my second joint, between my legs, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike brand, Tom liked his young woman to hold a midst, natural bush."Would you like to cum, Hikaru ?"

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

His finger's breadth 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-discipline, and let his fingers rub down me into paradise."Oh, Master !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! Please nominate 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 photoflood of mania ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my victor, my love, as my body was whipped with the pleasure of his fingerbreadth."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the exclusively hard worker allowed to speak our Master by his name.

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

Dinner was a unproblematic function. Tom was n't one for complicated meal. Elmer Reizenstein, sashimi, a salad. field of study was relaxed ; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined future to Tom, serving him intellectual nourishment while Miyoko sat on his former side of meat, serving him tea and rice beer. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our rest home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with C. P. Snow on the ground in wintertime, the H2O 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. hard worker scrubbed each early 's backs, which often led to more insinuate caresses. Many of the girls were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decades, others like Mika would have a fling every few eld with a female child that always ended in tears and bitterly recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the side area. 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 cold sake, enjoying the warmth of the water and the alcoholic beverage while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his bedroom, a spacious room appointed with titillating woodcuts from the Meiji Restoration. One bulwark, however, was decorated with R-2, clamps, straps, and crops. All the tools necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's scuttlebutt 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 defend to be free tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed tomentum a rich, honey-brown—entered the elbow room, she did not shake as she watched Tom keep a length of hemp rope. She knew why she was here and, like a serious hard worker, was set up to receive her punishment.

"strip,"he commanded.

"Yes maestro,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood defenseless. picket tan line of credit covered her body. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the type traditionally worn by Japanese girls for shoal. Her scrub was a mat of thick, black haircloth that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her question between her knees and her ass thrust up into the air. The rophy crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of grayback and geometrical aim. Shibari roofy thrall was a piece of work of art.

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

"The electrical switch, skipper,"Mika answered."It is what I deserve."

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin Mrs. Henry Wood. The crack cocaine on her ass was cheap and left a thin, red welt on her pale ass.

"One, thank you lord,"Mika moaned. fling ! A second red welt appeared, a line of fire across the plain of her rump."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her bush by the fourth strike, and lust burned in her vox as she made her count. The twenty percent slash landed on her fur-covered puss and Mika yelped in pain.

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

More red welts appeared on her ass and thigh, and every few belt Tom would land one on her pussy. His cock grew hard as he disciplined his slave, every cry and oink inflaming his lust. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika 's ass almost entirely red.

Mika would be sitting gingerly for a hebdomad after tonight.

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

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

"Candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a pinko, beeswax taper and a special holder. One end held the taper, the former end was a thick butt plug.

I knelt behind the young lady 's inflamed ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my lips, so powerful, begging me to give my sassing and nurse it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt hype candle bearer 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 material wrong. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussy, increasing the pleasance Mika had to digest 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 pelt. Then I would have all night to feel helpless, steamy, aching to be touched by my Master. In the morning, a sticky mess would be between my peg and it was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunk of pubic hair with it. Then he would jostle his hard cock inside my pussy and I would induce to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would loosen me and after time of day, I would finally be free. My bladder would be achingly full, my pussy hot, desperate to cum and full of his mettle.

"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 urine while he worked on something, until I lost control and shamefully wet myself.

Not even I could turn back myself from cumming when that happened.

By then Tom would be ready to have it off again. He would name me kneel down and put down myself by licking up the puddle of weewee I left on the Edward Durell Stone floor while he fucked my puss hard from behind.

"Dirty lady of pleasure !"he would growl."You 're just a nasty fauna with no self-control ! A bitch !"The pee would be acrid on my clapper and sometimes he would shove my grimace down it in, smearing my hair through the filthy puddle like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. tinker's damn these protester for causing job 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 need to condition another slave.

As I was about to give my mouth, a brassy noise came from extraneous. firework ? Was there a fete today ? There were many festivals in Nippon. We were a tough workings multitude and took any excuse to burn out off steam and have a vacation or party.

There were More pops detonating. That did n't sound like fireworks.

"Get the swords,"Tom growled.

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

"Free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the residual of the daughter out the flight tunnel."awe shone in my daughter 's eyes, brat 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 steel 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.

"Master,"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 facial expression of alarum on her face."C of churl are attacking the gate. The bodyguards are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my sword around my waist, looking to Tom for his orders. My affectionateness was beating rapidly, memories of the monster state of war flooding my judgment. The day Usako was ripped in half by a demon made of shadower in Al Qahira while fighting the demon Hadad. The clock time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in presence of me and drove the monster off. The sad retention of Minami choking on her bloodline, a ogre 's prickle 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 rasp, calorie-free gleaming on the rippling, enchanted steel steel. I was surprised by how calm I was.

We each pulled on a bronzy talisman. Did the spell still work after thirty eld of lying in the armoury ?

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

"Yes, Master,"we answered.

We never made it. The attackers had already breached the sign, cutting us off. They flooded through our home, raging and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful paintings and whole kit of penmanship were ripped from the walls. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the peasants, splashing ancestry on the rice paper walls. Never had my sword tasted a human 's flesh. I forced down the component part of my brain that rebelled at the mass murder down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves.

The attackers had guns ; dark nimbi erupted around us every clip one of the bullets would have found our figure. My bronze amulet slowly grew tender and warmer, a augury the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first to die ; her gross breasts marred by a ragged mess.

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 quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to duck a wrecking bar, her rib break, and she dropped in a heap.

My backrest 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 nix left to fear.

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

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

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

I fell into darkness ; an infinity of weightless falling into the earth, through the earth, deeper and deeper. Into the abysm. I landed in gray-haired fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing larger and big as they neared.

I was in the shadow, the gamy layer of Hell. Here, all those bound to Mark and Mary waited in death, our person chained to them. Many bodyguard waited here, along with a few of the slovenly woman and other servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to greet me. And with them were two old Friend : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead sisters. I could see other forms in the iniquity. A blonde cleaning lady, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

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

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

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

As our Master was reunited with his slaves, I noticed more and more figures appear in the mist. More bodyguards appeared. I did n't know many of them. They were assigned to other parts of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far E, appeared with their retainer ; Tom 's old Friend Chris and his busty serail materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his slave Julie. Everywhere I looked more governor of the Theocracy Bishops of the church building 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 happen ?"

"We had thirty days of peace,"I answered."XXX years to grow gentle, to maturate lax."
I felt something tug at me, a black chain about my someone yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my truthful masters—Mark and The Virgin. We had sold our souls for aeonian early days and great power, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to inflame, to fire, to the anguished wow of the damned. I stood on blood-red rocks, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the Alfred Hawthorne, all those who sold their souls to marker and Mary. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguard knelt before our Gods, the Sluts gathered around them. The residuum of us, the Governors of the XIV dominion of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the Fourteen Diocese stood surrounded by their family and servant. All of Tom 's slaves stood around him, with me on his right and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our optic at the top of the hill.

"What are your statement, schoolmaster ?"violet 's voice rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

"Well, I 've heard it said that it 's wagerer to rule in Hades,"score answered.

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

Around us, lesser monster and shades of the dead gathered. I could feel their fear. bull's eye and Mary had the baron of all the greater daimon : Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could match them.

I clapped my hands."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 habitation for ourselves in perdition .