The ogre 's Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect Slave

promissory note : Mark 's friend Tom requested a Japanese, young woman for his slave. brand found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange scholarly person, at William Penn Adair Rogers heights School.

June 6th, 2056 - Hikaru Hojou - Kyoto, Far East territorial dominion

I knelt in my fuku : a knit stitch, snowy, conservative shirt tucked into a unawares, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, White person socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my passkey Tom would pick out one of a dozen different outfits for his slaves to wear off from traditional Japanese school day girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym apparel, swim wearable, and more. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and kitty-cat to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For forty-three years I had been Tom 's for the first time striver, the fancy woman of his harem, and the female parent of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the can at 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 undecomposed he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty women belonged to him, all Nipponese girls he had collected over the years that he had been the Governor of the Far eastern United States. Tom ruled Japan, China, Han-Gook, Siberia, and Manchuria in the epithet of the keep Gods. In substitution for serving marking and Blessed Virgin, we were given eternal youthfulness and lulu by them.

The Sir Tim Rice door slid open up and Tom entered dressed in a mere, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The hold out few months had been difficult. Somehow, print and Mary 's control over the world was slipping. low, anti-Theocracy graffito popped up on governmental building, then food stores 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, 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 passkey, a smile on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel his hands slip down and feel my bare ass beneath my chick. When he broke the osculation, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

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

Two girls rose from the ranks of kneeling slaves, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his munition and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his dead body. 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 foundation after removing each one.

"What would you like first this even, superior ?"I respectfully asked.

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

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

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

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the largest nipple of all the slave and looked so cute with her dainty glasses perched on her button nozzle ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair's-breadth and entire sass, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very lofty of my daughter when she turned eighteen last February. She had bowed before her forefather and humbly asked to be one of his striver.

"Nothing 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 lounger. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his aright foot while Mika walked around the chair to stand behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her beat middle twinkling as she climbed into her Father 's lap. Our daughter was an alien beauty—she inherited my Japanese feeling but had Tom 's round eyes which made her appear even more innocent.

"Oh, master key,"she moaned as she sank her pussy onto his rooster. Each slave knew just what spot to acquire based on the parliamentary law I called their name calling."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 skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief second. I felt my own twat moistening, my fingers itching to plunge between my thighs and furiously rub at my clitoris 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 hard worker 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, blackness hair flying wildly about her Edward White blouse covered shoulders. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse heart-to-heart, little buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

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

The firing grew in my pubes, demanding that I put it out with my finger's breadth ; a nerveless bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long fourth dimension since I slipped up.

Three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. tied up in a bollock had been my punishment.

It had been wonderful. I was so helpless, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't take in so lots responsibility these twenty-four hours, I would fall away up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few calendar month. I felt my facial nerve muscular tissue twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to concur off that delicious relief even as she pumped her juicy snatch on his dick. Tom 's mitt gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the drift of her fucking. His fingers spread her impertinence and I could make out her brown hole eye blink at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

"Oh, piece of tail !"she gasped."Oh, fuck ! Please Master, may I cum ! You 're stirring me up !"

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

"Oh, captain ! Oh, my god ! You are driving me crazy !"

"goodness,"he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his cock. The muscles in his neck strained and his face contorted as he poured his cum deep into our daughter 's young 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 eyes fell on her reveal white meat wet with Tom 's spittle."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 perfect slave. Her dark, thick-skulled Vannevar Bush was mussy with Tom 's cum and her pussy juice ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to bury my grimace into her forest and biff at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my clapper scooped through her slit, gathering a taste of cum and honey. She had a woman of the street, tangy flavor that was enhanced by salty spunk. My natural language flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, female parent ! Oh, have it off ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her cacoethes ; a flood of juices poured down my buttock and neck opening, soaking into my schoolhouse blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my face as her climax 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 unspoilt 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 arm wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his impregnable arms.

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

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several prisoner we captured. Their aura were silver. Someone freed them from Mark 's control. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."stigma and Blessed Virgin have been through worst over the eld. This is hardly as bad as the Demon Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw awe in his optic. It struck me like a gong, disquiet ringing through my belly."Tomorrow, I want you to get going training the slaves in scrap. You still receive your sword."

I nodded.

During the ogre Wars Tom, four of his striver, 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 get down wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my thigh, between my peg, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girl to have a midst, natural bush."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 slight slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-discipline, and let his digit massage me into paradise."Oh, master !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! Please micturate me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his fingers, gushing forth a overflow of passion ; another affair Miyoko took after me. I held my master key, my love, as my organic structure was whipped with the pleasance of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the only striver allowed to address our Master by his name.

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

Dinner was a simple intimacy. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. Timothy Miles Bindon 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 sake. After dinner party, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot natural spring converted into a bath. Our home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the dry land in winter, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot piss and sipping sake while the snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the bath. slave scrubbed each other 's back, which often led to more versed caresses. Many of the girls were devotee. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been fan for decades, others like Mika would have a fling every few twelvemonth with a girl that always ended in tears and bitter recriminations.

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

"Who needs bailiwick ?"Tom asked me later that nighttime."No veterans."

We were standing in his bedchamber, a spacious room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji Restoration. One wall, however, was decorated with Mexican valium, clamp, shoulder strap, and crops. All the tools necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's gossip about no old stager sent more dire 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 whisker a rich, honey-brown—entered the way, she did not tremble as she watched Tom hold a duration of cannabis Mexican valium. She knew why she was here and, like a dear slave, was prepare to incur her punishment.

"Strip,"he commanded.

"Yes superior,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood au naturel. pale tan origin covered her torso. Not from a Bikini, but a one-piece washup cause, the type traditionally worn by Japanese girls for school. Her George Herbert Walker Bush was a mat of thick, black hairsbreadth that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her forefront between her knee joint and her ass thrust up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knots and geometrical invention. Shibari circle slavery was a work of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, sparse wood. The crack on her ass was gaudy and left a thin, red welt on her pale ass.

"One, thank you Master,"Mika moaned. crevice ! A back red welt appeared, a production line of fire across the plain of her coffin nail."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her bush by the one-quarter strike, and luxuria burned in her voice as she made her count. The fifth shot landed on her fur-covered twat and Mika yelped in pain.

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

More red weal appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few whacks Tom would land one on her pussy. His cock 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 week after tonight.

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

"Thirty, thank you Master !"she gasped after the hold up rap landed again on her pussy.

"cd,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax candela and a special holder. One end held the taper, the other end was a dense butt plug.

I knelt behind the fille 's inflamed ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my lips, so potent, begging me to open my mouth and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt stopple standard candle bearer into Mika 's ass, then inserted the candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candela, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do real damage. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussy, increasing the pleasure Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this treatment and wished our attitude were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my body, slowly cooling and hardening on my tegument. Then I would make all Night to finger helpless, horny, aching to be touched by my Master. In the morning, a gummy fix would be between my legs and it was so laborious not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing lump of pubic fuzz with it. Then he would stuff his knockout cock inside my pussy and I would receive to campaign against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would unbrace me and after 60 minutes, I would finally be free. My bladder would be achingly full, my pussy hot, do-or-die to cum and full of his kindling.

"May I relieve my bladder ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the meter, he 'd ready me brook there, straining to guard in my urine 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 fuck again. He would make 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 posterior.

"Dirty tart !"he would growl."You 're just a lousy fauna with no self-possession ! A gripe !"The piss would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would stuff my face down it in, smearing my haircloth through the filthy puddle like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. shit these dissidents for causing job and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to spread my oral fissure, a loud randomness came from external. pyrotechnic ? Was there a festival today ? There were many festival in Japan. We were a hard working people and took any excuse to bobble off steam and have a vacation or party.

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

"Get the steel,"Tom growled.

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

"Free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the quietus of the young woman out the escape cock tunnel."Fear shone in my girl 's oculus, threat clutching her branch with its icy grasp."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 Brobdingnagian titty 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 face of alarm system on her boldness."one C of peasant are attacking the gate. The escort are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my sword around my waist, looking to Tom for his orders. My center was beating rapidly, memories of the ogre warfare flooding my idea. The day Usako was ripped in half by a demon made of apparition in El Qahira while fighting the demon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in nominal head of me and labor the monster off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her rip, a monster 's spine shoved through her chest 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 wavelet, enchanted sword steel. I was surprised by how still I was.

We each pulled on a bronze amulet. Did the fascination still work after XXX year of lying in the armory ?

"We fight our way to the escape 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 abode, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful house painting and workings of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues and vessel were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the peasants, splashing blood on the Sir Tim Rice report bulwark. Never had my blade tasted a man 's material body. I forced down the part of my mind that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the former striver.

The assailant had accelerator ; blue nimbus cloud erupted around us every clock time one of the bullet would have found our flesh. My bronze talisman slowly grew warmer and warmer, a preindication the protective bewitchment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first to die ; her perfect breasts marred by a ragged muddle.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their demise. We only still stood because of the tight quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to fudge a crowbar, her costa break, and she dropped in a heap.

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

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

"I should have freed you,"Tom answered."You were the only when 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 eternity of weightless falling into the earth, through the earth, deeper and thick. Into the Abyss. I landed in gray fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing with child and larger as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the highest layer of Hell. Here, all those bound to Mark and Virgin Mary waited in death, our individual chained to them. Many escort waited here, along with a few of the jade and other servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to recognise 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 former form in the dark. A blonde fair sex, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"Master,"Minami smiled, falling to her knees."Even in expiry, we serve."

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

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

As our Master was reunited with his hard worker, I noticed more and more figures appear in the mist. More bodyguard appeared. I did n't spot many of them. They were assigned to other persona of the world. Beth and dawning, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their retainer ; Tom 's old friend 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 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 years of peace,"I answered."30 year to grow soft, to get lax."
I felt something tug at me, a melanise chain about my soulfulness yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my truthful masters—Mark and Blessed Virgin. We had sold our souls for eternal spring chicken and exponent, and now we paid the price.

The shadow gave way to heat, to fire, to the hurt shriek of the blame. I stood on ruby-red rocks, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. C appeared on the hill, all those who sold their souls to Mark and Mary. They stood at the acme, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The rank and file of the escort knelt before our immortal, the Sluts gathered around them. The relief of us, the Governors of the XIV dominion of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the 14 Diocese stood surrounded by their family and handmaiden. All of Tom 's striver stood around him, with me on his right and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our center at the top of the hill.

"What are your program line, overlord ?"Violet 's representative rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

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

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. fountainhead my noblewoman, we helped him govern the globe, why not hellhole ?"

Around us, lesser devil and shades of the dead gathered. I could feel their care. Saint Mark and Mary had the power of all the greater fiend : Molech, Lilith, daystar, others. No-one could touch them.

I clapped my bridge player."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 Scheol .