The Devil 's pact hard worker Chronicles
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect hard worker

Note : chump 's friend Tom requested a Japanese, Brigham Young woman for his slave. soft touch found Hikaru Hojou, an interchange student, at Rogers High School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a champaign, White person, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan wench. Loose, egg white socks clung to my ankle. Everyday, my superior Tom would select one of a dozen different getup for his slaves to assume from traditional Japanese school girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swimming wear, and to a greater extent. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For forty-three geezerhood I had been Tom 's first slave, the kept woman of his seraglio, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the bathroom at Will Rogers High School and gave me to this wonderful, inexorable man, I had been his hard worker. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was good he loved me—and disciplined me.

thirty women belonged to him, all Japanese lady friend he had collected over the years that he had been the regulator of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, Nationalist China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living divinity. In exchange for serving Mark and Virgin Mary, we were given eternal younker and beauty by them.

The Sir Tim Rice door slid assailable and Tom entered dressed in a simple-minded, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The finis few calendar month had been hard. Somehow, Mark and Mary 's control over the earthly concern was slipping. first-class honours degree, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then intellectual nourishment computer memory were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were encounter with the bodyguard. Today, the escort had killed three men and a woman.

"Good eventide, Master,"I greeted him, then the other slaves chorused their greeting in unison.

"Good evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my invertebrate foot, gliding to my maestro, a grinning on my cheek, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to finger his work force slip down and feel my bare ass beneath my annulus. When he broke the osculation, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

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

Two female child rose from the social status of kneeling striver, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his limb and the two miss 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 feet after removing each one.

"What would you like first this evening, Master ?"I respectfully asked.

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my deal twice."Attend our captain. 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 tits of all the slaves and looked so cute with her goody glasses perched on her button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and full mouth, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned eighteen finish February. She had bowed before her Father-God and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"nothing would make me felicitous,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A calendar week later she was bound to scratch and her training as a striver began.

She was a quick learner.

Tom set in au naturel in his plush reclining chair. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his redress foundation while Mika walked around the chair to remain firm behind it and massage his shoulder joint. Miyoko, her round eyes twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Nipponese smell but had Tom 's one shot optic which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, passe-partout,"she moaned as she sank her pussy onto his cock. Each slave knew just what position to take based on the order I called their names."I love your tool inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful flower !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the English. Miyoko 's skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her founder 's cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for legal brief moment. I felt my own cunt moistening, my finger's breadth itching to dive between my second joint and furiously rub at my clitoris until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

I did n't. I was a arrant hard worker. My pleasure could wait—Tom 's pleasure is what mattered.

The striver ministrations eased the tensity from Tom, his expression relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's puss. Our girl pumped her hips faster, her curly, Black haircloth flying wildly about her white blouse covered articulatio humeri. There was a shoot down noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse unresolved, little clitoris sent flying as he exposed her budding white meat, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

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

The fire grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my fingers ; a cool beading of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a prospicient metre since I slipped up.

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

It had been wonderful. I was so helpless, so at Tom 's clemency. If I did n't take in so very much responsibleness these days, I would slip up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few months. I felt my facial nerve muscle twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that delicious relief even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his cock. Tom 's hired man gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her fucking. His fingers spread her cheeks and I could make out her brown trap nictation at me. Roughly, he shoved two finger up her ass.

"Oh, roll in the hay !"she gasped."Oh, screw ! Please Master, may I cum ! You 're stirring me up !"

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

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

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her pelvic arch and slammed her all the way down his cock. The muscles in his neck strained and his human face 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 look to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, sea captain !"She climbed off of him, turning to face me ; my center fell on her let on chest wet with Tom 's saliva."Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me ?"

"Of path, 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 direction Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. Her night, thick bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her pussy juices ; a beautiful deal, and I did n't waffle to bury my face into her forest and clout at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my tongue scooped through her cunt, gathering a mouthful of cum and dearest. She had a working girl, tart flavor that was enhanced by salty punk. My glossa flicked at her drop, before diving back into her juicy muddle."Oh, mother ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my immortal yes !"

She drowned me in her cacoethes ; a flood of succus poured down my impertinence and cervix, soaking into my schoolhouse blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her slit 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 in force job with her,"Tom told me, his heart closed as he enjoyed his massage. He patted his lap, and I walked over and sat across him. His weapons system wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his unattackable arms.

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

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several prisoners we captured. Their auras were silver. Someone freed them from marking 's ascendency. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."Mark and Madonna have been through worst over the days. This is hardly as bad as the fiend Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw fear in his oculus. It struck me like a chime, unease ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to pop out training the slaves in combat. You still have your sword."

I nodded.

During the demon Wars Tom, four of his slave, and I had learned to fight with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted blade given to us by Deutschmark and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many battles."I will pop wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His handwriting slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still weaken bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girls 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 little slave."

I groaned, relaxing my possession, and let his fingerbreadth rub down me into paradise."Oh, master copy !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! Please ca-ca me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his finger's breadth, gushing Forth River a flood of passion ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my passion, 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 headmaster by his name.

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

Dinner was a simple involvement. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. Elmer Reizenstein, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed ; the hard worker laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined side by side to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his early side of meat, serving him tea and sake. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a tub. Our abode in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the primer in winter, the pee remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot H2O and sipping sake while the blow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner party intensified in the bath. Slaves scrubbed each early 's backs, which often led to more cozy caresses. Many of the girls were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decades, others like Mika would have a offer every few years with a girl that always ended in tears and acrimonious recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the side arena. Ayame sucked his cock and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot give while I cuddled with Tom, sipping frigidity sake, enjoying the warmheartedness of the weewee and the alcoholic beverage while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his bedroom, a spacious way appointed with titillating wood engraving from the Meiji renovation. One paries, however, was decorated with rophy, clamps, strap, and crop. All the tool necessary to correct a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no veterans sent more fearful shivering through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to crusade to be free tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair a productive, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom hold a length of cannabis rope. She knew why she was here and, like a dependable slave, was ready to obtain her punishment.

"Strip,"he commanded.

"Yes captain,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. pale tan lines covered her body. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing causa, the type traditionally worn by Nipponese girlfriend for school. Her bush was a mat of thick, Negroid hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her point between her stifle and her ass poking up into the air. The R-2 crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of air mile and geometric designs. Shibari rope thrall was a study of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin woods. The crack on her ass was loud and left a thin, red welt on her sick ass.

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

Dew dampened her George H.W. Bush by the fourth ten-strike, and lecherousness burned in her voice as she made her count. The fifth separatrix landed on her fur-covered cunt and Mika yelped in pain.

"quint, thank you Master !"Her representative was stressed, rising in pitch.

More red welt appeared on her ass and thigh, and every few knock Tom would put down one on her slit. His putz grew hard as he disciplined his striver, 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 week after tonight.

Her cyprian foreplay perfumed the air. Every strike brought her closedown to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew honest than to cum without Tom 's permission. This was n't the bathing tub. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the shift across her asscheeks again.

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

"candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, overlord,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax standard candle and a particular holder. One end held the candle, the other end was a chummy fanny plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's inflamed ass, Tom 's pecker hovering near my lips, so powerful, begging me to unfold my rima oris and sop up it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt fireplug candle holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the wax light and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do rattling wrong. Some of it would filter all the way down to her pussy, increasing the pleasure Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this treatment and wished our positions were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my body, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Then I would accept all dark to feel helpless, horny, aching to be touched by my overlord. In the morning, a sticky mess would be between my legs and it was so surd not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunks of pubic hair with it. Then he would shove his hard cock inside my pussycat and I would have to defend against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after hours, I would finally be unfreeze. My bladder would be achingly full, my kitty-cat hot, desperate to cum and full of his mettle.

"May I relieve my vesica ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the clip, he 'd make me stand there, straining to hold in my urine while he worked on something, until I lost command and shamefully wet myself.

Not even I could lay off myself from cumming when that happened.

By then Tom would be ready to fuck again. He would give me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the pool of urine I left on the rock floor while he fucked my bitch hard from hind end.

"Dirty bawd !"he would grumble."You 're just a filthy animal with no willpower ! A bitch !"The pissing would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would jostle my nerve down it in, smearing my hair through the filthy pool like the disgusting beef I was.

I longed for being punished again. shit these dissenter for causing problems and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to afford my sassing, a aloud noise came from outside. firework ? Was there a festival today ? There were many festivals in Japan. We were a hard working multitude and took any excuse to shove off off steam and have a holiday or party.

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

"Get the swords,"Tom growled.

Adrenaline surged through me. Those pops were gunshots. The escort 's Saint Mark sent us were fighting someone.

"free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the rest of the miss out the escape valve tunnel."Fear shone in my daughter 's eyes, terror clutching her tree branch with its icy range."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 blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her heart 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 look of alarm on her face."century of bucolic are attacking the gate. The bodyguard are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my sword around my waist, looking to Tom for his parliamentary procedure. My nitty-gritty was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon Wars flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in half by a devil made of vestige in El Qahira while fighting the devil Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and drove the monster off. The sad store of Minami choking on her profligate, a devil 's spur 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 ripple, enchanted blade brand. I was surprised by how calm down I was.

We each pulled on a tan amulet. Did the enthrallment still work after 30 geezerhood of lying in the armory ?

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

"Yes, Master,"we answered.

We never made it. The attackers had already breached the mansion house, cutting us off. They flooded through our home, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful house painting and works of chirography were ripped from the paries. Statues and vase were broken.

In soused corridors we fought the peasants, splashing blood on the rice paper rampart. Never had my blade tasted a human 's flesh. I forced down the voice of my mind that rebelled at the butchery down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my girl, all the former hard worker.

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

Ruri was the first to die ; her perfect bosom marred by a ragged hole.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their destruction. We only still stood because of the tight after part. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a crowbar, her costa 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 cipher left to fear.

"I should hold 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 stranger, 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 deeper. Into the abyss. I landed in Asa Gray fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing larger and larger as they neared.

I was in the darkness, the highest layer of Hell. Here, all those bound to Mark and Mary waited in last, our soul chained to them. Many bodyguards waited here, along with a few of the sluts and other servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to recognize me. And with them were two old Friend : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead Sister. I could see early forms in the duskiness. A blonde woman, beautiful and violent, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"lord,"Minami smiled, falling to her knee."Even in death, we serve."

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

"To hug you,"Tom said, rip in his centre."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 recognize many of them. They were assigned to former parts of the world. Beth and sunrise, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their handmaiden ; Tom 's old friend Chris and his busty hareem materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his hard worker Julie. Everywhere I looked more regulator 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 surprisal."How did this materialize ?"

"We had xxx eld of serenity,"I answered."Thirty years to grow flabby, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a black chain about my somebody yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and The Virgin. We had sold our individual for eternal young person and big businessman, and now we paid the price.

The duskiness gave way to heat, to arouse, to the hurt riot of the anathemise. I stood on blood-red rock, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. 100 appeared on the Hill, all those who sold their mortal to Mark and Mary. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, brawny amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the escort knelt before our graven image, the trollop gathered around them. The eternal rest of us, the Governors of the Fourteen territory of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the 14 bishopric stood surrounded by their family unit and handmaid. All of Tom 's hard worker stood around him, with me on his right field and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our centre at the top of the hill.

"What are your commands, Master ?"reddish blue 's vocalization rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

"Well, I 've heard it said that it 's safe to rule in nether region,"home run answered.

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. Well my madam, we helped him govern the worldly concern, why not nether region ?"

Around us, less demons and shades of the numb gathered. I could finger their awe. gull and The Virgin had the top executive of all the bully monster : Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could rival them.

I clapped my hands."You heard our Master, we fight !"

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my hand, the sword 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 Hades .