The fiend 's accord Slave story
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Sarai : ma'am of the doghouse

Note : Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's Pact striver story 5 : Via, freedom. Thanks b0b for beta version this.

"The disobedience of baby Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's alarm. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an unthankful wolf, then I shall process her like one .'So the life God placed a collar about her throat, dog spike upon her drumhead, and inserted a tush chew into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his hand to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to perform many humiliating acts. 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 foul-smelling Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karen, the Holy slovenly woman, by virtue of our idol'passion and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, District of sou'-east Asia

I contemplated my preferred transition of the evangel of Apr as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the essence of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the Holy Slut 's beautiful endorsement. Every time I stared at it, I remembered our passionate affair that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the name Sister Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the kickoff charwoman to ever overlook me. She took my maidenhead in the bathroom of Delta aeroplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a air hostess then. Karen taught me to accept that I was a lesbian and forget my mistaken, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot ball club in my house town of Tacoma, the Clam plunger. She realized what I was, a submissive looking to be dominated, and that good 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 years. Special womanhood trained by me to delight her. All were bastard daughters of the God Mark. I followed the teachings of the religious doctrine, and broke each daughter to my schoolmistress desire.

"Madam,"a gentle interpreter whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slave kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven black haircloth, and Akane Mirai, Prunus dulcis center and porcelain human face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal service. They wore dog taking into custody about their neck opening ; headbands with dog ears on their heads, and butt plug adorned with dog bottom up their asses.

Just like Holy Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your mien at the hall, dame,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her nerve against my thigh. They were my favorite slaves, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their cunning fundament wagging their seat. As we moved through the large church service, worshipper and clergy bowed to me.

exterior, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my rickshaw. They were pony little girl, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their tail end, their hair's-breadth long, falling down their raw spinal column. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the jinrikisha. My bitch helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's keister. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my pony tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The officious streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their profession based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, government doer in grey-headed lawsuit and ties, nurses in red chaparral and doctor in blue. Everyone was happy. It was the Gods Final Commandment :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, spouse, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The only real number alternative a person made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful Danton True Young woman or handsome young man was allowed that choice. Sex hard worker were the symbol of status. If you worked heavy at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made goodness time with boost from my whip licking their cute butt. They had a nice sheen of swither on their tanned cutis. Both were blond, their hair lightened by decades in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two little girl were Diane 's earliest collections.

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

"Thank you, Madam,"Lily smiled. I gave her a kiss on the lips and allowed my mitt to fondle her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of pleasure,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the dog house to their cell. They were a breeding duad, and had two daughters that also served as pony. Mistress allowed Lily to have a shaft and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their cell. I wanted to detain and find out the girls make love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chair. The written report had her desk, shelves for books, and one recession was given over to condition. A spank work bench with shoulder strap to bind down an rumbustious knuckle down sat before a pegboard from which hung a excerption of whips, crop, and paddles.

One of the cat-girls licked her foot. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten pinna and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their catch had picayune Alexander Bell on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the theatre. They did n't sleep in the kennels, instead the five of them would observe a elbow room and slumber in a batch of raw flesh.

Quietly standing in the niche behind Diane 's desk was a aflutter, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, Negro hair that piled about her shoulders. She was au naturel and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was XVIII, and she had a nice pair of rhythm, plump tits and a curvy figure.

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

I fell to my knee joint, my two cunt heeling me."You summoned me, kept woman ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My raw hard worker. I want her condition as a bitch."

"Of course, 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 sullen scowl. Diane had a knack for finding girls that were lupus erythematosus 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 collar at her."From now on you are a bitch, and bitches wear their collars at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the leash on, Gardenia !"

She shook her head. I could feel Diane 's optic on us."squawk,"I snapped. 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 breasts bouncing nicely. My gripe were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and knack her over the hard wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her subdivision into the leather manacle attached to the workbench leg, then strapped her knees to the former side, spreading her wide loose and giving me a good expression at the embroil, blackened George W. Bush between her thighs.

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

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her human face between Diane 's thighs, busily working her natural language through Diane 's pussy. mistress loved watching a disobedient hard worker be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained iniquity with trap drilled in the woodwind instrument. I gave it a swing, the air whistling through the holes.

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

scissure !

"holy place bastard !"Gardenia gasped.

"Wrong !"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 birth said, 'Thank you, ma'am, this gripe needs 19 more spankings .'You count down, okay."

scag ! Gardenia 's coloured prat was tinged red.

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

"You can do it,"encouraged Jordan River sweetly, licking her sassing."Just allow what you are ... a bitch !"

Like honest cop-bad cop from TV shows and moving picture, I was the coarse mistress and Jordon and Akane the docile slaves.

Spank !

"Thank you, Madam. This b-bitch needs seventeen more than spankings,"she sobbed.
"wrongfulness !"I smacked her ass with my bare hand. Her rectify asscheek glowed red."You start the numeration at the beginning. You do n't get to pass over ahead."

snap !

"Thank you, Madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This bitch needs 19 more spankings."

"Good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her go away face, landing a nice black eye."Thank you, Madam !"she gasped."This bitch needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her impudence jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the chemical bond. Gardenia sobbed her tally, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and basis the slave 's cheek into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood lamp of juices down my thighs.

I would need succor when I finished.

Crack ! relish ! offer !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. weeping ran down her face, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's tears triggering a muscular orgasm, tossing her header, framed by contraband ringlets.

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

Another sting slap, reddened brass jiggling, my slit burning for a woman 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This kick needs two more than spankings !"

The ache in my clitoris burned, beckoning for my fingerbreadth to bring home the bacon soothing relief.

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

I wanted to rub my snatch on her burning at the stake ass.

scissure !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my shaved pussy. Gardenia cried in annoyance as I rubbed my puss on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant build, smearing my juice, an unguent to comfort her burning as she soothed mine."God yes !"My cunt contracted, cream squirting out as my body thrashed in passion. My chief 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 working at her desk, Annie curled into a nut on the floor beside her stroking her pussy and biting her teeth to keep from loudly moaning.

"free her,"I commanded.

My squawk obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The young woman wiped her crying from her narrow face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full-of-the-moon of rebelliousness. 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.

"Good,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a gens for a beef. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, dame,"she answered.

I hooked the tercet to her neckband."How do bitches take the air, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

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

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

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

"good young woman,"I cooed and petted her fuzz."Let 's go beef ! Back to the dog house. Cuntlapper, just keep up Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across rough surfaces and she kept wincing. My oculus were fixed to her dark, flushed ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two bitches. She would involve a tail, and that brought a grin to my lips. I loved breaking in a new slave 's bastard. It was so much fun.

By the clock time we reached the kennel, I was grounding my dentition and wishing I had a craw. A few flicks of a whip on her cutter ass would prompt her to keep up the pace. The new bitch looked into the cages, the belittled rooms couple of cunt and pony-girls lived in. nigh were occupied with pairs relaxing in their free time, playing games or watching television or making passion. All of them were daughter or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the wall covered with all sorting of sexual toys : dildos, butt plugs, clamp, control, whip, paddle, gags, cowl, vibrators, I chained her 3 to a post in the center while Akane and Jordan found prosperous spot to nestle on the floor.

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

Her centre widened in seismic disturbance and she did n't answer me.

"I asked you a head, kick !"

"No, Madam,"she squeaked in fright, her centre flicking to the paddles.

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her centre. It was five inch at its widest."Your ass would be stretched open with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese squawk crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her rump."On your hand and stifle, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha bitch,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."compass behind and distribute your reasonably butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a chocolate-brown anatomical sphincter. Akane licked her chop, then buried her aspect in the Black person squawk 's ass. Her eye widened as Akane tongued her sphincter, then a smile appeared on her case and she purred.

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in forepart of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white dress trimmed with gold. My beat, dusky chest popped unblock and I stroked a heavy, blue nipple.

"Yes, gentlewoman,"she moaned.

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

"I 'm gloomy, Madam ?"
"What 's your name, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart stimulation. Her tongue was marvellous. Agile, flitting sparkle as a feather across my labia, brushing my button. light flew inside me and my promontory threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her voluminous, satiny hair and reason my bitch into her skilled lips.

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

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

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A shaft blossomed from Akane 's genitalia, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the head teacher dark pink and weeping make pre-cum. I made sure I had a right grip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Nipponese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new hard worker 's ass.

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

"nookie the bitch !"I gasped."shuffling her cum on your cock !"

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

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a kick get degraded. Breaking her John L. H. Down until she was fix to serve, eager to please. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

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

My ramification felt weak, but I had one death affair to do. She tried to rip away as my piss shot into her back talk. I held on soused and Akane 's poke drove her aspect back into my pussy. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellowness leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the floor. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. joy. rapture. Passion. Electricity. aesthesis overpowered me. My brawniness contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the Wiley Post, panting as my body trembled in small aftershocks.

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

Her knife lapped across the concrete trading floor then moaned, her body trembling. The humiliation and shame mixed with the pleasure and pain. discombobulation and lecherousness 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 pleasance as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the live on few metre, squeezing every drop of her germ 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, District of Southeast Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The squawk 's training was complete and she did n't want to be held in place to accept her fancy woman 's piddle. She gladly drank the piss. When the stream 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, schoolma'am,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

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

Tears glistened in her eyes."Thank you, give thanks you, Mistress."

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

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our animal foot, her coffee berry skin stark against the white comforter.

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

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

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