The Devil 's treaty hard worker Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sarai : Madam of the doghouse

distinction : Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's Pact Slave Chronicle 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for genus Beta recitation this.

"The disobedience of babe Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an thankless beast, then I shall address her like one .'So the Living God placed a apprehension about her throat, dog ears upon her headspring, and inserted a butt fire hydrant into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his manus to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a cunt and forced her to perform many humiliating acts. The will of sister Cuntrag was finally bended to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slattern ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our god into Karen, the holy strumpet, by virtue of our Gods'sexual love and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

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

I contemplated my pet passage of the Gospel of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the plaza of the shrine was sculpted of the okay marble and captured the sanctum fornicatress 's beautiful countenance. Every clip I stared at it, I remembered our passionate affair that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the name sis Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the first woman to ever dominate me. She took my maidenhead in the bathroom of Delta aeroplane flying from Windy City to SeaTac. I had been a stewardess then. Karenic taught me to accept that I was a Lesbian and bury my misguided, Moslem beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot guild in my rest home town of Tacoma, the clam loon. 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 lover collected other slave over the class. Special women trained by me to please her. All were bastard daughters of the God Mark. I followed the teachings of the Gospel, and broke each girl to my Mistresses desire.

"ma'am,"a placate vocalism whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slaves kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and prey Negro pilus, and Akane Mirai, almond centre and porcelain cheek, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my patriotic overhaul. They wore dog arrest about their neck ; headbands with dog ear on their foreland, and butt cud adorned with dog buns up their asses.

Just like holy place Karen.

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

"schoolma'am commands your presence at the star sign, Madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my thigh. They were my favorite hard worker, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their 3, and they crawled before me, their cute asses wagging their rump. As we moved through the large Church, worshiper and clergy bowed to me.

exterior, Lily Klerk and Miranda plenty waited with my rickshaw. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair long, falling down their bare backs. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding harvest lay coiled on the rickshaw 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my jigger tanned piece of tail.

They giggled, pulling my ricksha at a jog while my squawk ran alongside. The interfering streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a pony female child rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in fusain coveralls, governance workers in gray suits and ties, nursemaid in red surgical gown and doctor in grim. Everyone was happy. It was the god Final precept :"uncovering fulfillment and joy in whatever job, spouse, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The only real choice a somebody made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful young woman or handsome young man was allowed that selection. Sex slaves were the symbolic representation of status. If you worked concentrated at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made good metre with encouragement from my whip licking their cute tooshie. They had a skillful sheen of sweat on their bronzed skin. Both were blond, their haircloth lightened by decades in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two young lady were Diane 's earliest collections.

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

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

"You two have earned an good afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the doghouse to their cellular telephone. They were a breeding pair, and had two daughters that also served as ponies. Mistress allowed Lily to have a stopcock and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their cellular phone. I wanted to stay and watch the female child make love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her president. The study had her desk, shelves for books, and one corner was given over to train. A merry Bench with strap to hold down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of whiplash, crops, and paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her infantry. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ear and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had little bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't catch some Z's in the kennel, instead the five of them would find oneself a way and sleep in a big bucks of bare flesh.

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned girl. She had midst, curly, pitch blackness tomentum that piled about her shoulders. She was raw and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was XVIII, and she had a nice pair of round, plump titmouse and a curvey figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two cunt heeling me."You summoned me, Mistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My new slave. I want her trained as a bitch."

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

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

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

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

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

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her brain. I could feel Diane 's optic on us."Bitches,"I snapped. Jordan River and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

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

They hauled the struggling miss, her breasts bouncing nicely. My bitches were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and bent grass her over the hard wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather turnup attached to the benches legs, then strapped her knees to the other side, spreading her wide-eyed open and giving me a good look at the entangle, black crotch hair between her thighs.

"The boat paddle,"Diane ordered."Twenty spanks."

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her face between Diane 's second joint, busily working her natural language through Diane 's pussy. Mistress loved watching a disobedient hard worker be disciplined. I selected an oak boat paddle, stained dark with holes drilled in the wood. I gave it a lilt, the air whistling through the holes.

perfective tense. I moved to the disobedient hussy and swung.

Crack !

"holy son of a bitch !"Gardenia gasped.

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

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

Akane licked Gardenia 's face and whispered in her ear,"You should stimulate said, 'Thank you, brothel keeper, this bitch needs XIX more spankings .'You count down, okay."

Smack ! Gardenia 's night bottom of the inning 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 mouth."Just allow in what you are ... a bitch !"

Like trade good cop-bad cop from TV show and motion picture, I was the harsh fancy woman and Jordon and Akane the entitle slaves.

Spank !

"Thank you, Madam. This b-bitch needs 17 more spankings,"she sobbed.
"wrong !"I smacked her ass with my au naturel handwriting. Her mightily asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the get-go. You do n't get to bound off ahead."

Crack !

"Thank you, Madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This kick needs 19 More spankings."

"trade good job,"Akane murmured.

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

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her cheeks jiggled and her rosehip wiggled as she strained against the bonds. Gardenia sobbed her enumeration, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and soil the slave 's case into her bitch, sighing softly. My own pussycat was releasing a flood of succus down my thighs.

I would need embossment when I finished.

fling ! Smack ! Crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. bout ran down her face, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's snag triggering a mighty orgasm, tossing her header, framed by lightlessness ringlets.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs three to a greater extent spankings !"

Another stinging slap, reddened brass jiggling, my pussy burning for a fair sex 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs two more spankings !"

The ache in my clit burned, beckoning for my finger's breadth to furnish soothing relief.

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

I wanted to rub my cunt on her burning ass.

Crack !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my shave snatch. Gardenia cried in pain as I rubbed my pussy on her supply ship ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my ivory into her tractile flesh, smearing my juices, an salve to soothe her burning as she soothed mine."graven image yes !"My snatch contracted, ointment squirting out as my consistency thrashed in heat. My headway threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as transport engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my body as I straightened my dame. I glanced back at Diane and found her working at her desk, Annie curled into a clod on the floor beside her stroking her pussy and biting her teeth to keep from loudly moaning.

"Free her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her specialize face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full-of-the-moon of defiance. I thrust the apprehension at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking workbench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

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

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

I hooked the leash to her collar."How do kick walk, Cuntlapper ?"

"I do n't know,"she mumbled.

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the tierce so she looked at me."Then do my question, Cuntlapper."

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

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

"trade good girl,"I cooed and petted her hair's-breadth."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just observe Jordan River and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across approximative surface and she kept wincing. My middle were fixed to her dark, blushful ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two bitches. She would require a poop, and that brought a smile to my rim. I loved breaking in a new slave 's bastard. It was so lots fun.

By the clip we reached the kennels, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a craw. A few flicks of a whip on her stamp ass would prompt her to keep open up the tempo. The new bitch looked into the cages, the small rooms pairs of kick and pony-girls lived in. almost were occupied with yoke relaxing in their give up clock time, playing games or watching television or making erotic love. All of them were daughter or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the bulwark covered with all sorting of sexual toys : dildos, goat plugs, clinch, chasteness, lash, paddles, gag, hoods, vibrators, I chained her collar to a stake in the shopping center while Akane and Jordan found comfortable spot to cuddle on the floor.

"Which wad should we come out with ?"I mused out loud, my fingers running across tapered, black plastic, dog tails hanging from the wide end. I hefted a deep one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her eyes widened in shock and she did n't answer me.

"I asked you a interrogation, bitch !"

"No, Madam,"she squeaked in fear, her heart 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 blanket."Your ass would be stretched spread with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese beef crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her bottom."On your hand and articulatio genus, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha gripe,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."Reach behind and disperse your somewhat butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brown anatomical sphincter. Akane licked her chopper, then buried her face in the Black bitch 's ass. Her middle widened as Akane tongued her anatomical sphincter, then a grinning appeared on her face and she purred.

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in front of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white frock trimmed with Au. My round of drinks, dusky knocker popped free and I stroked a voiceless, dark-skinned nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

My dress slipped to the floor and her eyes fell upon my naked bend."Time to put your mouth its proper use."

"I 'm sorry, Madam ?"
"What 's your epithet, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart arousal. Her glossa was wonderful. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. Sparks flew inside me and my head threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her twisting, silky hair's-breadth and terra firma my pussy into her skilled lips.

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

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

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A tool blossomed from Akane 's crotch, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the fountainhead dark pink and weeping clear pre-cum. I made sure as shooting I had a good grip in Cuntlapper 's whisker as my Nipponese beef mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new hard worker 's ass.

She screamed into my clit, humming through my little ivory. The kindling caught inside me, my mania blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the beef face through my cunt. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting hard and slow, breaking her ass in.

"fuck the bitch !"I gasped."brand her cum on your cock !"

"Oh, yes, lady !"grunted Akane as she humped away.

Another coming 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 moon of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. Squeeze that mother fucker. piece of work those pelvic arch. That 's a good beef !"

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

My cunt exploded. Pleasure. raptus. Passion. electrical energy. sense datum overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the mail service, panting as my body trembled in small aftershocks.

Her case was a pot. snag ran out of her eyes, twat emollient and weewee decorated her cheek. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my head teacher. I grabbed her hair and shoved her case down into the piss."Lick it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete story then moaned, her body trembling. The humiliation and disgrace mixed with the pleasure and pain in the ass. Confusion and lust warred in her face as she came despite the degrading treatment. No, she came because of the degrading treatment.

Akane howled, burying herself in Cuntlapper 's ass, her face a rictus of joy as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the last few clip, squeezing every bead of her seed out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my immortal,"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 beef 's training was fill in and she did n't need to be held in place to accept her kept woman 's pee. She gladly drank the pissing. When the flow died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

"Thank you, Mistress,"Cuntlapper purred."This bitch 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 stare Cuntlapper in the eyes.

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

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

teardrop glistened in her eye."Thank you, thank you, Mistress."

Diane climbed into our bed and I slid in beside her, kissing my schoolmistress on the lips."You 're going to get a very Nice reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."wienerwurst sleep on the infantry of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our groundwork, her coffee skin stark against the blanched comforter.

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my cheek and I 'll make you howl, Sarai."

I beamed."You always do, even after 40 old age. ”