The daimon 's pact hard worker Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect Slave

Note : Mark 's protagonist Tom requested a Japanese, young cleaning lady for his slave. Mark found Hikaru Hojou, an substitution student, at Ginger Rogers senior high School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a knit, egg white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a brusk, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, white socks clung to my ankle joint. Everyday, my overlord Tom would pick out one of a dozen unlike outfits for his hard worker to wear from traditional Japanese school girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swimming habiliment, and more. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussycat to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For xliii years I had been Tom 's number 1 slave, the kept woman of his harem, and the mother of his girl. Ever since that fantastic day my God found me in the john 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 trade good he loved me—and disciplined me.

thirty women 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 epithet of the aliveness deity. In exchange for serving Mark and Madonna, we were given everlasting youth and beauty by them.

The Sir Tim Rice threshold slid open and Tom entered dressed in a round-eyed, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The lastly few months had been difficult. Somehow, stigma and Mary 's ascendence over the creation was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental edifice, then food stores were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguard. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

"Good evening, lord,"I greeted him, then the other slave chorused their greeting in unison.

"good evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my invertebrate foot, gliding to my Master, a smile on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel his workforce slip down and feel my bare ass beneath my skirt. When he broke the candy kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

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

Two little girl rose from the ranks of kneeling striver, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his body. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the laundry field goal while Minami knelt and took off Tom 's sandals one by one, kissing his foot after removing each one.

"What would you like first this eventide, overlord ?"I respectfully asked.

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my hands twice."Attend our schoolmaster. The rest 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 mammilla of all the striver and looked so precious with her dainty methamphetamine perched on her release nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and full backtalk, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned eighteen last February. She had bowed before her Fatherhood and humbly asked to be one of his hard worker.

"Nothing would cook me happier,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A hebdomad later she was bound to Mark and her education as a striver 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 death chair to endure behind it and massage his berm. Miyoko, her round of golf center twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese aspect but had Tom 's round of drinks 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 conduct based on the order I called their names."I love your cock inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful flower !"

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 pecker, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief instant. I felt my own cunt moistening, my digit itching to soak up 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 hard worker. My pleasure could wait—Tom 's joy is what mattered.

The slaves ministrations eased the tension from Tom, his font relaxing into joy as he enjoyed Miyoko 's cunt. Our daughter pumped her hips faster, her curly, black haircloth flying wildly about her white blouse covered articulatio humeri. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, little buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

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

The flak grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my fingerbreadth ; a cool bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a foresightful fourth dimension since I slipped up.

trey days tied up in a ball had been my punishment.

It had been wonderful. I was so incapacitated, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't own so much responsibility these twenty-four hours, I would slip up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few month. I felt my facial musculus twitch, wanting to smile.

"I love you master copy !"Miyoko moaned"May I cum ?"

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to entertain off that yummy relief even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his turncock. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her fucking. His fingers spread her cheek and I could make out her browned cakehole blinking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

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

"No !"he ordered, fucking his digit in and out of her hole even as she rode his stopcock faster and faster.

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

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her pelvic girdle and slammed her all the way down his peter. The muscularity in his neck 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 advert to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, maestro !"She climbed off of him, turning to present me ; my eyes fell on her exposed breasts 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 means Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. Her dark, midst bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her purulent juices ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't waffle to bury my face into her woodland and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my lingua scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and honey. She had a whore, tangy flavor that was enhanced by salty spunk. My tongue flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, female parent ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her passion ; a flood of juice poured down my cheeks and neck, soaking into my schooling blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my face as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

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

"You 're welcome, my girl,"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 arms 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 prisoner we captured. Their air were silver. mortal freed them from Mark 's restraint. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

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

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

I nodded.

During the Demon war Tom, four of his hard worker, and I had learned to push with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted blade given to us by bell ringer and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many conflict."I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my second joint, between my legs, and probed at my still dampen bush—unlike German mark, Tom liked his missy to have a midst, natural George 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 small slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-control, and let his fingers massage me into heaven."Oh, Master !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! Please make me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his fingerbreadth, gushing Forth a flood of Passion ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my making love, as my body was whipped with the pleasure of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the only slave allowed to address our passe-partout 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. bailiwick was relaxed ; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him nutrient while Miyoko sat on his other side, serving him tea and saki. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot leap converted into a Bath. Our home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with C on the ground in winter, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot H2O and sipping rice beer while the snowfall fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the bath. hard worker scrubbed each other 's book binding, which often led to more cozy caresses. Many of the girls were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been devotee for decennium, others like Mika would have a fling every few year 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 incline 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 fondness of the urine and the alcoholic beverage while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his sleeping room, a broad room appointed with erotic wood engraving from the Meiji Restoration. One rampart, however, was decorated with ropes, clamp, shoulder strap, and crops. All the tools essential to discipline a bad hard worker. Tom 's comment 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 discharge tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair a plenteous, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not shake as she watched Tom take hold a length of hemp Mexican valium. She knew why she was here and, like a good slave, was set to welcome her punishment.

"striptease,"he commanded.

"Yes professional,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. pale tan pipeline covered her consistency. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the type traditionally worn by Japanese daughter for school. Her Vannevar Bush was a mat of thick, black hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a globe, her promontory between her articulatio genus and her ass push up into the air. The rope crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knots and geometric intention. Shibari rope bondage was a work of art.

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

"The shift, master copy,"Mika answered."It is what I deserve."

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin wood. The crack on her ass was loud and left a slender, red wheal on her pallid ass.

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

Dew dampened her shrub by the one-quarter strike, and lustfulness burned in her voice as she made her count. The fifth accident landed on her fur-covered cunt and Mika yelped in pain.

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

Thomas More red wheal appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few knock Tom would shoot down 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 calendar week after tonight.

Her tart foreplay perfumed the air. Every ten-strike brought her closing 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 pussycat Tom cracked the switch across her asscheeks again.

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

"Candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, sea captain,"I said, fishing a garden pink, beeswax candle and a special holder. One end held the candle, the early end was a thick butt plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's conflagrate ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my sass, so mightily, begging me to open my rima oris and suckle it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt plug cd holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the cd and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the standard candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do really terms. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussycat, increasing the pleasure Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this intervention and wished our billet were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my dead body, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Then I would have all night to feel helpless, steamy, aching to be touched by my superior. In the morning time, a sticky tidy sum would be between my legs and it was so difficult not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunks of pubic whisker with it. Then he would shove his hard peter inside my pussy and I would have to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would undo me and after hour, I would finally be free. My vesica would be achingly fully, my pussy hot, desperate to cum and full of his spunk.

"May I relieve my bladder ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the clip, he 'd work me fend there, straining to hold in my water 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 fix to jazz again. He would take a leak 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 behind.

"Dirty whore !"he would growl."You 're just a filthy fauna with no self-possession ! A beef !"The piss would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would thrust my case down it in, smearing my hair through the filthy puddle like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. Damn these objector 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 indigence to sort out another slave.

As I was about to open my mouth, a brassy noise came from outside. Fireworks ? Was there a fete today ? There were many festivals in Japan. We were a hard workings people and took any excuse to blow 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.

Adrenalin surged through me. Those pops were gunshots. The escort 's target sent us were fighting individual.

"Free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the eternal rest of the girls out the relief valve tunnel."veneration shone in my girl 's eyes, terror clutching her limbs with its icy grasp."Now !"I barked.

Tom and I raced to the inventory. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her steel to her shank and drawing the curved, enchanted leaf blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge boob straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes were bowelless behind her glasses.

"Master,"she said, tossing him his katana.

Natsuki was breathing hard when she burst in, wearing a unretentive silk kimono robe—black and decorated with pink cherry blossoms—a flavour of alarm on her face."Hundreds of peasants are attacking the gate. The bodyguard 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 heart was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon state of war flooding my intellect. The day Usako was ripped in half by a demon made of shadows in Egyptian capital while fighting the daemon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in presence of me and drove the giant off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her blood, a demon 's spur 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, spark gleaming on the rippling, enchanted brand brand. I was surprised by how calm I was.

We each pulled on a bronze amulet. Did the bewitchment still work after thirty years of lying in the inventory ?

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

"Yes, Master,"we answered.

We never made it. The assaulter had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our rest home, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful picture and works of chirography were ripped from the walls. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the provincial, splashing line on the rice theme walls. Never had my blade tasted a human 's shape. I forced down the persona of my mind that rebelled at the massacre down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves.

The assaulter had guns ; blue aura erupted around us every prison term one of the slug would have found our flesh. My bronze amulet slowly grew warmer and warmer, a sign the protective captivation was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the starting time to die ; her perfect boob marred by a ragged hole.

We were being driven back to the arsenal. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their deaths. We only still stood because of the squiffy quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to evade a wrecking bar, her rib 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. destruction had come for us. There was zilch left to fear.

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

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

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

I fell into darkness ; an timelessness of weightless falling into the earth, through the globe, deeper and deeper. Into the abyss. I landed in gray fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing big and orotund as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the gamy stratum of Hell. Here, all those bound to scratch and Virgin Mary waited in death, our souls chained to them. Many bodyguards waited here, along with a few of the trollop and early 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 sisters. I could see other forms in the iniquity. A light-haired woman, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

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

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

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

As our Master was reunited with his slaves, I noticed more and more soma appear in the mist. More escort appeared. I did n't agnize many of them. They were assigned to other parts of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their handmaiden ; Tom 's old protagonist Chris and his busty hareem 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 reunion with Usako and Minami, blinking in surprise."How did this happen ?"

"We had xxx eld of peacefulness,"I answered."Thirty yr to mature soft, to originate lax."
I felt something tug at me, a fateful chain about my someone yanking me down deeper into the dark of the abysm.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and Blessed Virgin. We had sold our souls for eternal juvenility and superpower, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to heat, to evoke, to the anguished screams of the anathemise. I stood on ruby-red rocks, high temperature slamming into me, suffocating me. century appeared on the hill, all those who sold their someone to scar and Mary. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguard knelt before our divinity, the slut gathered around them. The rest of us, the Governors of the 14 Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the 14 Diocese stood surrounded by their family and handmaid. All of Tom 's hard worker stood around him, with me on his rightfield and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our oculus at the top of the hill.

"What are your bid, Master ?"reddish blue 's vocalisation rang out from the brow, 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. Well my ladies, we helped him govern the world, why not the pits ?"

Around us, less fiend and nuance of the perfectly gathered. I could feel their fear. Mark and Blessed Virgin had the power of all the great daimon : Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could rival them.

I clapped my hired hand."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 timeless existence, and together we would chip at a home for ourselves in Hell .