The Devil 's accord Slave story
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sarai : ma'am of the Kennels

note of hand : Sarai had always been a submissive tribade and Diane dominated her in The hellion 's treaty Slave Chronicle 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for Beta reading this.

"The disobedience of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an ungrateful brute, then I shall handle her like one .'So the Living God placed a collar about her throat, dog ears upon her straits, and inserted a butt end plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his hired hand to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a kick and forced her to perform many humiliating enactment. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally bent to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your adulteress ,'she begged, and was transformed from the nasty Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karen, the Holy Slut, by moral excellence of our Gods'dear and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, District of southeastern United States Asia

I contemplated my favorite passage of the Gospel of Apr as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karenic that graced the center of attention of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the holy place Slut 's beautiful countenance. Every time I stared at it, I remembered our passionate social occasion that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the figure sis Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the first woman to ever overlook me. She took my maidenhead in the can of Delta airplane flying from stops to SeaTac. I had been a hostess then. Karen taught me to assume that I was a lesbian and draw a blank my misguided, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot ball club in my domicile Ithiel 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 friendly relationship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My lover collected other slaves over the old age. Special adult female 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 fancy woman desire.

"Madam,"a easy voice whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slave kneeling before me. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven black haircloth, and Akane Mirai, Prunus dulcis eyes and porcelain face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal squawk, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my fast service. They wore dog catch about their neck ; headbands with dog ear on their principal, and butt on plugs adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like holy Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your presence at the sign of the zodiac, ma'am,"Akane answered.

I petted her fuzz 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 trinity, and they crawled before me, their cunning asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large Church, believer and clergy bowed to me.

Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda wad waited with my rickshaw. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their pilus long, falling down their naked backs. Harnesses covered their dead body, attached to the ricksha. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my ricksha at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could severalise their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in wood coal coveralls, politics workers in gray case and ties, nurses in red chaparral and doctors in blue. Everyone was happy. It was the idol final Commandment :"breakthrough fulfilment and joy in whatever job, mate, or plate the Theocracy selects for you."

The only real choice a person made was sexual bondage. And only the most beautiful offspring woman or handsome youthful man was allowed that choice. Sex slaves were the symbolization of status. If you worked hard at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made right time with encouragement from my whiplash licking their cute asses. They had a nice lustre of sudor on their suntanned skin. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by decades in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girls were Diane 's earliest collections.

"You did good,"I praised as my beef unharnessed them. I held up wampum cubes and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

"Thank you, brothel keeper,"Lily smiled. I gave her a buss on the sassing and allowed my bridge player to fondle her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of pleasure,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a breeding couple, and had two daughters that also served as trot. schoolmarm allowed Lily to have a cock and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their mobile phone. I wanted to stay and watch the girls make erotic love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the field of study, sitting in her chairperson. The study had her desk, shelves for record book, and one box was given over to condition. A spanking judiciary with shoulder strap to hold down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a pick of whips, harvest, and paddles.

One of the cat-girls licked her substructure. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten auricle and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had little ship's bell on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the firm. They did n't sleep in the doghouse, instead the five of them would find a room and quietus in a pile of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the quoin behind Diane 's desk was a aflutter, coffee-skinned fille. She had thick, curly, black hair that piled about her articulatio humeri. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was 18, and she had a dainty couplet of round, plump breast and a curvy figure.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, lady,"I corrected."Fail to address 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 apprehension at her."From now on you are a squawk, and kick wear their catch at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the dog collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her pass. I could feel Diane 's eyes on us."cunt,"I snapped. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

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

They hauled the struggling girl, her white meat bouncing nicely. My beef were stiff, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking terrace and knack her over the hard wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the work bench legs, then strapped her knees to the early side, spreading her blanket unfastened and giving me a good smell at the tangled, black pubic hair between her thighs.

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

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her face between Diane 's thighs, busily working her lingua through Diane 's pussycat. schoolmistress loved watching a disobedient hard worker 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.

perfective. I moved to the disobedient trollop and swung.

Crack !

"Holy diddly-squat !"Gardenia gasped.

"legal injury !"I barked."What do bitch say ?"

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

Akane licked Gardenia 's face 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 sullen bottom was tinged red.

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

"You can do it,"encouraged Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan sweetly, licking her back talk."Just admit what you are ... a bitch !"

Like good cop-bad cop from TV shows and motion picture, I was the rough mistress and Jordon and Akane the gentle striver.

Spank !

"Thank you, dame. This b-bitch needs seventeen more spankings,"she sobbed.
"Wrong !"I smacked her ass with my mere hand. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the beginning. You do n't get to vamoose ahead."

Crack !

"Thank you, dame,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This bitch needs XIX More spankings."

"commodity job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left impertinence, landing a nice blow."Thank you, Madam !"she gasped."This bitch needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her cheeks jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the bond certificate. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a smattering of Annie 's fiery hair's-breadth and flat coat the slave 's face into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood of succus down my thighs.

I would need relief when I finished.

pass ! Smack ! fissure !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. Tears ran down her face, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's rip triggering a powerful orgasm, tossing her head teacher, framed by disgraceful ringlets.

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

Another stinging slap, reddened brass jiggling, my pussy electrocution for a woman 's mouth.

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

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

"Thank you, Madam ! This kick needs one to a greater extent spanking !"

I wanted to rub my puss on her combustion ass.

Crack !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my shave pussy. Gardenia cried in hurting as I rubbed my pussy on her ship's boat ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant flesh, smearing my juices, an unguent to solace her burning as she soothed mine."deity yes !"My pussy contracted, cream squirting out as my dead body thrashed in passion. My head threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

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

"free people her,"I commanded.

My bitch obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her specify face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more whoreson. She stood up straight, still wide of defiance. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking bench, 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, ma'am,"she answered.

I hooked the lead to her choker."How do kick walk, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another twenty dollar bill spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the leash so she looked at me."Then answer my interrogative sentence, Cuntlapper."

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

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

"Good missy,"I cooed and petted her hair."Let 's go squawk ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just stick to Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across jolty surface and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her dark, rosy ass, so cute as it swayed between my early two bitches. She would need a tail end, and that brought a smile to my lips. I loved breaking in a new slave 's bastard. It was so a lot fun.

By the clip we reached the doghouse, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a crop. A few film of a whip on her supply ship ass would prompt her to keep up the gait. The new bitch looked into the cages, the small rooms couplet of bitches and pony-girls lived in. about were occupied with pairs relaxing in their relinquish fourth dimension, playing game or watching tv or making love. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the rampart covered with all sort of sexual toy : dildos, butt cud, clamp, restraints, whips, paddles, gags, hoods, vibrators, I chained her leash to a post in the center while Akane and Jordan found well-fixed bit to snuggle on the floor.

"Which hype should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my fingers running across tapered, smutty charge card, dog tails hanging from the wide end. I hefted a thick one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her middle widened in jolt and she did n't answer me.

"I asked you a question, bitch !"

"No, dame,"she squeaked in fear, her eyes 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 give with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese gripe crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her bottom."On your hands and knees, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha kick,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."ambit behind and spread your moderately butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brown sphincter. Akane licked her chops, then buried her face in the black bitch 's ass. Her centre widened as Akane tongued her sphincter, then a smiling 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, Elwyn Brooks White dress trimmed with gold. My round, dusky titty popped dislodge and I stroked a hard, shadow nipple.

"Yes, ma'am,"she moaned.

My clothes slipped to the trading floor and her eyes fell upon my nude breaking ball."meter to put your mouth its proper use."

"I 'm sorry, gentlewoman ?"
"What 's your public figure, beef ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my bawd arousal. Her spit was rattling. Agile, flitting twinkle as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. arc flew inside me and my read/write head threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my sass. I gathered a handful of her voluminous, satiny hair's-breadth and ground my cunt into her skilled lips.

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

"dame, may I fuck this bitch '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 clit transformed by the Shophkah trance. Thin and long, the head iniquity pink and weeping all the way pre-cum. I made sure I had a practiced handgrip in Cuntlapper 's haircloth as my Japanese cunt mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her putz up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my clitoris, humming through my fiddling bone. The tinder caught inside me, my warmth blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the bitches face through my pussy. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting grueling and slow, breaking her ass in.

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

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

Another climax burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her pile until she was quick to serve, eager to delight. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. Squeeze that asshole. Work those pelvic girdle. That 's a good bitch !"

My legs felt weak, but I had one last affair to do. She tried to pull away as my weewee shot into her rima oris. I held on tight and Akane 's thrusting drove her human face back into my kitty. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid lily-livered leaked out of her rima oris, dribbling onto the floor. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. Pleasure. transport. passion. electricity. sentience overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the Wiley Post, panting as my trunk trembled in small aftershocks.

Her face was a mess. Tears ran out of her eyes, pussy cream and piss decorated her face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her hair and shoved her face down into the pee."Lick it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete story then moaned, her body vibration. The humiliation and shame mixed with the joy and pain. muddiness and luxuria warred in her fount 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 pleasure as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the endure few times, squeezing every drop of her seeded player 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 kick !"I smiled.

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, District of southeastern United States Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The bitch 's training was complete and she did n't need to be held in place to accept her kept woman 's piddle. She gladly drank the piss. When the stream died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's slit clean.

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

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

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

"Do you desire to be my beef 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."

tear 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 rim."You 're going to get a very nice reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."bounder nap on the foot of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our feet, her coffee hide stark against the white comforter.

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my case and I 'll score you howl, Sarai."

I beamed."You always do, even after forty year. ”