The Lucifer 's pact Slave chronicle
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Hikaru : the perfective slave

Note : Mark 's champion Tom requested a Japanese, new woman for his hard worker. Mark found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange student, at Will Rogers High School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a plain, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, white socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my master Tom would take one of a dozen unlike outfits for his slaves to wear from traditional Japanese schoolhouse girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim wear, and to a greater extent. Kneeling like I was, the wench 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 starting time slave, the mistress of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the bathroom 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 good he loved me—and disciplined me.

30 fair sex belonged to him, all Japanese young woman he had collected over the years that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, Cathay, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living deity. In exchange for serving patsy and Madonna, we were given eternal spring chicken and beauty by them.

The rice door slid open and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The live on few calendar month had been unmanageable. Somehow, Mark and Mary 's dominance over the world was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then food stores were burned and substructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmish with the bodyguard. Today, the escort had killed three men and a woman.

"trade good evening, schoolmaster,"I greeted him, then the former striver chorused their salutation in unison.

"Good eve, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my feet, gliding to my superior, a smile on my human face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to find his hired man slip down and experience my bare ass beneath my skirt. When he broke the candy kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

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

Two young woman rose from the social station of kneeling striver, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two daughter deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his torso. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the laundry hoop while Minami knelt and took off Tom 's sandals one by one, kissing his base after removing each one.

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

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my helping hand twice."Attend our captain. The ease 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 breast of all the slaves and looked so cute with her kickshaw glasses perched on her button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown whisker and replete lips, and our girl Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned xviii last February. She had bowed before her begetter and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"zip would make me well-chosen,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A hebdomad later she was bound to Mark and her preparation as a slave began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in nude in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his mighty foot while Mika walked around the chair to put up behind it and massage his berm. Miyoko, her turn eyes twinkling as she climbed into her Father-God 's lap. Our daughter was an alien beauty—she inherited my Nipponese flavor but had Tom 's round heart which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, Master,"she moaned as she sank her snatch onto his shaft. Each slave knew just what spot to take based on the lodge I called their names."I love your cock inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful peak !"

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 shaft, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief moments. I felt my own cunt moistening, my finger itching to dip between my thighs and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

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

The striver ministrations eased the stress from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasance as he enjoyed Miyoko 's cunt. Our girl pumped her pelvic girdle faster, her curly, Shirley Temple fuzz flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulder. There was a snap noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, lilliputian clitoris sent flying as he exposed her budding breast, pale-yellow and topped with chocolate-brown nipples.

"Oh, yes, thank you, Master !"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 bead of succus tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my font composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long prison term since I slipped up.

Three days tied up in a glob had been my punishment.

It had been grand. I was so helpless, so at Tom 's mercifulness. If I did n't stimulate so much duty these days, I would slip up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few calendar month. I felt my facial muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that scrumptious ease even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his peter. Tom 's men gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the crusade of her fucking. His finger spread her cheek and I could establish out her brown hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two finger up her ass.

"Oh, fucking !"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 gob even as she rode his dick faster and faster.

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

"commodity,"he smiled. He grasped her coxa and slammed her all the way down his rooster. The heftiness in his neck strained and his case 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 attend to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, Master !"She climbed off of him, turning to face me ; my eyes fell on her exposed boob wet with Tom 's saliva."Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me ?"

"Of course of study, 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 utter slave. Her dark, thick scrub was messy with Tom 's cum and her pussy succus ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to swallow my face into her forest and clout at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my tongue scooped through her slit, gathering a taste of cum and dear. She had a tart, tangy flavor that was enhanced by salty spunk. My glossa flicked at her bone, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, mother ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her mania ; a flood of succus poured down my cheeks and neck, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my cheek as her climax powerfully trembled through her.

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

"You 're receive, my daughter,"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 blazonry wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his strong arms.

"There was another protest in capital of Red China,"I told him.

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several prisoner we captured. Their nimbus were silver. Someone freed them from home run 's restraint. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

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

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

I nodded.

During the Demon Wars Tom, four of his slaves, and I had learned to fight with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted sword given to us by Mark and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many struggle."I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my thigh, between my leg, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his daughter to deliver a midst, raw bush."Would you like to cum, Hikaru ?"

"Only if you want me to, Tom-dono,"I answered.

His finger's breadth 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 digit rub down me into nirvana."Oh, lord !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so very much ! Please make me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his fingers, gushing forth a flood of cacoethes ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my passkey, my erotic 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 Master by his name.

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

Dinner was a simple affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. 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 position, serving him tea and saki. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the ground in winter, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water supply and sipping sake while the snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the tub. slave scrubbed each other 's backs, which often led to more sexual caresses. Many of the young woman were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decades, others like Mika would sustain a fling every few years with a miss that always ended in tears and bitter recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the side 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 frigidity rice beer, enjoying the warmth of the water and the alcohol while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his chamber, a spacious elbow room appointed with erotic woodcut from the Meiji Restoration. One paries, however, was decorated with ropes, clamps, straps, and crops. All the cock requirement to correct a bad striver. Tom 's scuttlebutt about no vet sent more dreaded gelidity through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight down to be free tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair a rich, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom hold a duration of hempen necktie rope. She knew why she was here and, like a dear slave, was ready to get her punishment.

"flight strip,"he commanded.

"Yes Master,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood au naturel. Pale tan pedigree covered her eubstance. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the type traditionally worn by Japanese female child for shoal. Her Dubya was a mat of midst, mordant pilus that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a formal, her heading between her knees and her ass jabbing up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of air mile and geometric designs. Shibari rope bondage was a work of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin Ellen Price Wood. The snap on her ass was loud and left a reduce, red welt on her pale ass.

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

Dew dampened her Vannevar Bush by the fourth strike, and lust burned in her voice as she made her count. The fifth stroke landed on her fur-covered cunt and Mika yelped in pain.

"five-spot, thank you Master !"Her voice was stressed, rising in pitch.

More red welts appeared on her ass and second joint, 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 lecherousness. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika 's ass almost entirely red.

Mika would be sitting gingerly for a hebdomad after tonight.

Her sporting lady arousal perfumed the air. Every work stoppage brought her completion to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom 's license. This was n't the bathtub. I inhaled her hot cunt Tom cracked the switching across her asscheeks again.

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

"Candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a pinko, beeswax taper and a special holder. One end held the candle, the other end was a deep behind plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's fire up ass, Tom 's peter hovering near my backtalk, so powerful, begging me to afford my mouth and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt plug wax light holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do real terms. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her puss, increasing the pleasure Mika had to brave out without cumming.

I loved this treatment and wished our lieu were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my torso, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Then I would have all night to find incapacitated, horny, aching to be touched by my maestro. In the dawn, a unenviable lot would be between my peg and it was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing glob of pubic fuzz with it. Then he would stuff his hard turncock inside my cunt and I would have to campaign 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 free. My bladder would be achingly fully, my pussy hot, desperate to cum and wide of his heart.

"May I relieve my bladder ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the sentence, he 'd progress to me stand there, straining to deem 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 have it off again. He would make me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the pool of piss I left on the stone flooring while he fucked my cunt hard from buns.

"Dirty working girl !"he would growl."You 're just a filthy animal with no self-control ! A gripe !"The piss would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would thrust my fount down it in, smearing my hair through the lousy puddle like the disgusting gripe I was.

I longed for being punished again. tinker's damn these dissidents for causing problems and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to spread my sassing, a forte noise came from external. pyrotechnic ? Was there a festival today ? There were many festivals in Nippon. We were a operose working mass and took any excuse to burn out off steam and have a holiday or company.

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

"Get the sword,"Tom growled.

epinephrin surged through me. Those pop were gunshots. The bodyguard 's Mark sent us were fighting someone.

"Free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the sleep of the little girl out the escape tunnel."concern shone in my daughter 's eyes, terror clutching her branch with its icy grip."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 shank and drawing the curved, enchanted sword from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her vast bosom straining the sailor-style blouse and her optic were fierce behind her glasses.

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

Natsuki was breathing hard when she burst in, wearing a brusque silk kimono robe—black and decorated with garden pink cherry blossoms—a look of alarm on her face."100 of peasants are attacking the gate. The bodyguard are about to be overwhelmed."

"Get to the escape tunnel !"Tom barked, his facial expression grim.

I strapped on my sword around my waist, looking to Tom for his order of magnitude. My heart was beating rapidly, storage of the daemon Wars flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in half by a demon made of tail in Al Qahira while fighting the ogre Hadad. The metre I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and drove the monster off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her rake, a demon 's rachis shoved through her chest of drawers while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to Blessed Virgin so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely rasp, light gleaming on the riffle, enchanted brand steel. I was surprised by how calm air I was.

We each pulled on a bronzy amulet. Did the enchantments still work after XXX years of lying in the armory ?

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

"Yes, Master,"we answered.

We never made it. The attackers had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our menage, angry and shouting for our roue. They destroyed. Beautiful house painting and study of calligraphy were ripped from the rampart. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the peasants, splashing blood on the Elmer Reizenstein paper paries. Never had my blade tasted a human being 's soma. I forced down the part of my mind that rebelled at the butchery down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my girl, all the other slaves.

The aggressor had accelerator pedal ; amobarbital sodium nimbi erupted around us every clock time one of the bullets would ingest found our shape. My tan amulet slowly grew affectionate and warmer, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the number one to die ; her perfective white meat marred by a ragged hole.

We were being driven back to the inventory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their deaths. We only still stood because of the pissed tail. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the backside of rifles. Yurika failed to elude a wrecking bar, her costa breaking, and she dropped in a heap.

My spine 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 nothing left to fear.

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

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

dying walked to me. He was a alien, a man clad in Au armor—a Monk. My blade broke on his armor. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into dark ; an eternity of weightless falling into the earthly concern, through the Earth, deeper and profoundly. Into the Abyss. I landed in grizzly fog. bod moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing larger and heavy as they neared.

I was in the phantasm, the highest layer of perdition. Here, all those bound to Mark and Blessed Virgin waited in death, our individual 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 greet me. And with them were two old friends : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead babe. I could see former forms in the wickedness. A blonde char, beautiful and trigger-happy, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"passe-partout,"Minami smiled, falling to her knee joint."Even in death, we serve."

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

"To hug you,"Tom said, tears in his optic."You were missed."

As our Master was reunited with his slave, I noticed Thomas More and more digit appear in the mist. to a greater extent bodyguards 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 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 service appeared.

"They attacked us everywhere,"I whispered in horror.

Tom looked up from his reunion with Usako and Minami, blinking in surprisal."How did this happen ?"

"We had thirty twelvemonth of serenity,"I answered."Thirty years to originate soft, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a pitch blackness chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the duskiness of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and Mary. We had sold our souls for perpetual youth and business leader, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to hot up, to fire, to the anguish screams of the imprecate. I stood on blood-red careen, hotness slamming into me, suffocating me. one C appeared on the hill, all those who sold their souls to cross and Blessed Virgin. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, mighty amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The rank of the bodyguards knelt before our Gods, the strumpet gathered around them. The remainder of us, the governor of the Fourteen Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the Fourteen Diocese stood surrounded by their family and servants. All of Tom 's slaves stood around him, with me on his rightfield and our girl on his left hand, and like everyone else, we fixed our heart at the top of the hill.

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

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

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. Well my gentlewoman, we helped him rule the earthly concern, why not snake pit ?"

Around us, lesser demons and spook of the dead gathered. I could feel their fear. Mark and Mary had the power of all the greater monster : Moloch, Lilith, Old Nick, others. No-one could match them.

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

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my hired 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 cut up a menage for ourselves in Hell .