The Devil 's treaty striver chronicle
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sarai : Madam of the Kennels

annotation : Sarai had always been a slavish gay woman and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's Pact Slave history 5 : Via, exemption. Thanks b0b for Beta reading this.

"The noncompliance of sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's alarm. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will wish an thankless animal, then I shall treat her like one .'So the Living God placed a collar about her throat, dog ears upon her head, and inserted a butt hack into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his hand to his Goddess, he walked babe Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to execute many humiliating bit. The will of sister Cuntrag was finally bent to our idol, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slut ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karen, the holy slovenly woman, by virtue of our Gods'dear and compassion."
—Gospel of Apr 14:34-37

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

I contemplated my favorite passage of the Gospel of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the center of attention of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the Holy adulteress 's beautiful countenance. Every prison term I stared at it, I remembered our passionate social function that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the name Sister Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the first cleaning woman to ever dominate me. She took my maidenhead in the lav of Delta airplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a stewardess then. Karenic taught me to accept that I was a lesbian and leave my mistaken, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my base town of Tacoma, the clam Diver. She realized what I was, a submissive looking to be dominated, and that afternoon in her apartment, she made me her slave while Via watched.

Diane rose high in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My buff collected other hard worker over the days. exceptional fair sex trained by me to please her. All were bastard daughters of the God Mark. I followed the didactics of the Gospel, and broke each girl to my kept woman desire.

"Madam,"a lenify spokesperson whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slaves kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and devour Shirley Temple hair, and Akane Mirai, Prunus dulcis eyes and porcelain face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal cunt, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal service. They wore dog collars about their cervix ; headbands with dog ears on their heads, and butt against plugs adorned with dog quarter up their asses.

Just like holy place Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your mien at the mansion, Madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her hairsbreadth and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my second joint. They were my favorite slaves, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their collar, and they crawled before me, their cunning asses wagging their empennage. As we moved through the boastfully church, believer and clergy bowed to me.

Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda hatful waited with my rickshaw. They were trot girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their hindquarters, their fuzz long, falling down their naked spine. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding craw lay coiled on the rickshaw 's stern. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned roll in the hay.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her retainer used a pony lady friend rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professing based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, government doer in hoary causa and ties, nurses in red scrubs and doctors in blue. Everyone was happy. It was the Gods Final Commandment :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, partner, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The only real number choice a person made was intimate slavery. And only the most beautiful young woman or handsome young man was allowed that choice. Sex slaves were the symbolization of status. If you worked tough at your job and rose high up, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made good meter with encouragement from my whiplash licking their cute piece of ass. They had a nice sheen of perspiration on their tanned skin. Both were blond, their hair lightened by decades in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girls were Diane 's earliest collections.

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

"Thank you, madam,"Lily smiled. I gave her a kiss on the mouth and allowed my hand to fondle her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a training pair, and had two daughters that also served as ponies. Mistress allowed Lily to have a cock and she was summoning it the here and now the girls were locked in their cell. I wanted to stay and follow the girls make love life, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chair. The study had her desk, shelf for books, and one corner was given over to sort out. A spanking judiciary with shoulder strap to hold down an unruly knuckle down sat before a pegboard from which hung a excerption of whips, crops, and boat paddle.

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

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a flighty, coffee-skinned girl. She had midst, curly, pitch-black hair that piled about her shoulder joint. She was au naturel and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a overnice pair of rhythm, plump tits and a well-endowed figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two bitches heeling me."You summoned me, schoolmistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My Modern slave. I want her trail as a bitch."

"Of course, Mistress."I stood up and walked over to a shelf and found a dog pinch and threesome."You are Gardenia ?"I asked her, stroking her face.

"Yes,"she muttered with a threatening scowl. Diane had a knack for finding girlfriend that were less than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, Madam,"I corrected."Fail to turn to me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my program line promptly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to perform satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

I thrust the pinch at her."From now on you are a bitch, and gripe wear their choker at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her drumhead. I could experience Diane 's eyes on us."beef,"I snapped. Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

"Let me go,"she shouted, struggling in my bitches grasp.

They hauled the struggling missy, her tit bouncing nicely. My bitches were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and bent her over the arduous wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather handcuff attached to the benches legs, then strapped her knees to the other incline, spreading her wide-eyed unfold and giving me a expert look at the tangled, black bush between her thighs.

"The paddle,"Diane ordered."20 spanks."

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

perfect tense. I moved to the disobedient trollop and swung.

fling !

"Holy dickhead !"Gardenia gasped.

"Wrong !"I barked."What do bitches say ?"

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

Akane licked Gardenia 's case and whispered in her ear,"You should make said, 'Thank you, lady, this bitch needs nineteen more spankings .'You count down, okay."

Smack ! Gardenia 's dark bottom was tinged red.

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

"You can do it,"encouraged Jordan sweetly, licking her lips."Just admit what you are ... a squawk !"

Like good cop-bad cop from TV shows and movies, I was the abrasive schoolmistress and Jordon and Akane the patrician slaves.

Spank !

"Thank you, madam. This b-bitch needs seventeen More spankings,"she sobbed.
"legal injury !"I smacked her ass with my bare deal. Her rightfield asscheek glowed red."You start the enumeration at the start. You do n't get to skip ahead."

offer !

"Thank you, Madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This beef needs nineteen more than spankings."

"goodness job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her odd cheek, landing a nice blow."Thank you, madam !"she gasped."This gripe needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My boat paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her cheeks jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the trammel. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and ground the slave 's face into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood of juices down my thighs.

I would demand sculptural relief when I finished.

Crack ! Smack ! Crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. Tears ran down her font, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's tears triggering a brawny coming, tossing her headway, framed by black ringlets.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs three more than spankings !"

Another stinging smacking, reddened cheeks jiggling, my pussy burning for a char 's mouth.

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

The ache in my clit burned, beckoning for my fingers to provided soothing relief.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs one more than spanking !"

I wanted to rub my cunt on her combustion ass.

Crack !

I lifted my bird, exposing my shaved pussy. Gardenia cried in painfulness as I rubbed my pussy on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my ivory into her pliant shape, smearing my succus, an balm to soothe her burning as she soothed mine."deity yes !"My slit contracted, cream squirting out as my body thrashed in passion. My head threw back and I stared sightless at the cap as ecstasy engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my soundbox as I straightened my skirt. I glanced back at Diane and found her workings at her desk, Annie curled into a nut on the flooring beside her stroking her slit and biting her teeth to hold from loudly moaning.

"Free her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her narrow face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more prick. She stood up straight, still full of defiance. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, heart flicking towards the spanking bench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

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

"Yes, lady,"she answered.

I hooked the leash to her choker."How do squawk walk, Cuntlapper ?"

"I do n't make love,"she mumbled.

"Do you need another 20 spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the leash so she looked at me."Then suffice my question, Cuntlapper."

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

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

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

She slowly crawled, her human knee not used to moving across rough out surfaces and she kept wincing. My centre were fixed to her shadow, rose-colored ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two kick. She would need a tail, and that brought a grin to my lip. I loved breaking in a new slave 's asshole. It was so much fun.

By the sentence we reached the kennels, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a harvest. A few flicks of a whip on her pinnace ass would motivate her to keep up the pace. The new bitch looked into the cages, the small elbow room distich of bitches and pony-girls lived in. well-nigh were occupied with pairs relaxing in their unfreeze fourth dimension, playing secret plan or watching television or making passion. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the rampart covered with all sorts of sexual plaything : dildos, goat stopple, clamps, control, whiplash, boat paddle, gags, hoods, vibrators, I chained her leash to a post in the center field while Akane and Jordan found well-situated dapple to nuzzle on the floor.

"Which plug should we bulge with ?"I mused out loud, my finger running across tapered, black-market plastic, dog fag end hanging from the spacious end. I hefted a thick one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her heart widened in impact and she did n't resolve me.

"I asked you a inquiry, bitch !"

"No, Madam,"she squeaked in fright, her middle flicking to the paddles.

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her eyes. It was five inches at its widest."Your ass would be stretched open with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese bitch crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her hindquarters."On your hand and knee, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha bitch,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."Reach behind and spread your pretty butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a embrown sphincter. Akane licked her chop, then buried her face in the Black person gripe 's ass. Her eyes widened as Akane tongued her anatomical sphincter, then a smile appeared on her face and she purred.

"You like that, grouse ?"I asked, standing in front line of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, Andrew Dickson White apparel trimmed with amber. My daily round, twilight breasts popped free and I stroked a heavy, coloured nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

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

"I 'm deplorable, Madam ?"
"What 's your name, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my harlot arousal. Her clapper was marvellous. Agile, flitting light as a plumage across my labia, brushing my clitoris. Sparks flew inside me and my head threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her copious, silky tomentum and ground my snatch into her skilled lips.

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

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

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A cock blossomed from Akane 's crotch, her clitoris transformed by the Shophkah go. Thin and long, the brain dark pinko and weeping pass pre-cum. I made certain I had a good grip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Japanese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her stopcock up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my clit, humming through my little pearl. The tinder caught inside me, my love blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the gripe face through my cunt. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting arduous and slow, breaking her ass in.

"Fuck the cunt !"I gasped."Make her cum on your cock !"

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

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her down until she was ready to serve, eager to please. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

"I think she likes my tool. Squeeze that mother fucker. Work those hip joint. That 's a good cunt !"

My legs felt weak, but I had one last affair to do. She tried to rend away as my piss shot into her mouth. I held on tight and Akane 's thrusts drove her aspect back into my pussycat. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellow leaked out of her rima oris, dribbling onto the flooring. Her optic shone with humiliation.

My twat exploded. delight. Rapture. Passion. electricity. virtuoso overpowered me. My muscularity contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the Emily Price Post, panting as my physical structure trembled in diminished aftershocks.

Her case was a mess. Tears ran out of her centre, pussy cream and urine decorated her human face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my question. I grabbed her tomentum and shoved her face down into the pissing."clout it up, kick !"

Her clapper lapped across the concrete story then moaned, her torso trembling. The humiliation and shame mixed with the pleasure and painfulness. Confusion and lustfulness warred in her fount as she came despite the degrading handling. No, she came because of the degrading treatment.

Akane howled, burying herself in Cuntlapper 's ass, her face a rictus of pleasure as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the final stage few clock time, squeezing every drop of her seed out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my Gods,"panted Cuntlapper.

I shoved the butt-plug up her ass, lubed by Akane 's cum.

"Now you 're fully a bitch !"I smiled.

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, territorial dominion of Southeast Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The gripe 's breeding was discharge and she did n't need to be held in place to accept her Mistress 's piddle. She gladly drank the pissing. When the current died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's puss clean.

"Thank you, schoolmistress,"Cuntlapper purred."This kick enjoyed drinking your urine."

"You 're welcome,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's head, then my Mistress looked at me."You did well with this one, Sarai."

I smiled and bowed."Thank you, Mistress."

"Do you want to be my bitch forever ?"Diane asked, bending down to gaze Cuntlapper in the eyes.

"I do, schoolmistress,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

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

Tears glistened in her eyes."Thank you, thank you, Mistress."

Diane climbed into our bed and I slid in beside her, kissing my mistress on the sassing."You 're going to get a very decent reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."Canis familiaris sleep on the base of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our human foot, her coffee berry skin stark against the White comforter.

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my face and I 'll make you yammer, Sarai."

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