The Devil 's Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Sarai : brothel keeper of the doghouse

Note : Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The dickens 's treaty Slave history 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for beta recitation this.

"The disobedience of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an unthankful beast, then I shall care for her like one .'So the Living God placed a collar about her throat, dog ears upon her school principal, and inserted a butt plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his handwriting to his Goddess, he walked babe Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to perform many humiliating acts. The will of babe Cuntrag was finally bent to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your loose woman ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our god into Karen, the Holy adulteress, by virtue of our divinity'love and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, District of southeast Asia

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

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the inaugural adult female to ever rule me. She took my maidenhead in the privy of Delta plane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a air hostess then. Karen taught me to accept that I was a Lesbian and block my misguided, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot baseball club in my home town of Tacoma, the dollar bill 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 senior high in the Theocracy. Her friendly relationship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My lover collected other slaves over the days. particular women trained by me to delight her. All were phony girl of the God bull's eye. I followed the teachings of the Gospel, and broke each fille to my Mistresses desire.

"gentlewoman,"a conciliate vocalism whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slaves kneeling before me. Jordan River Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven black hair, and Akane Mirai, Amygdalus communis heart 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 collars about their neck ; headbands with dog ears on their brain, and adjoin plugs adorned with dog after part up their asses.

Just like Holy Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your bearing at the star sign, ma'am,"Akane answered.

I petted her hairsbreadth and she smiled at me, rubbing her buttock against my thigh. They were my favorite hard worker, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their cute ass wagging their empennage. As we moved through the large church, worshipers and clergy bowed to me.

Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda tidy sum waited with my ricksha. They were pony missy, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair long, falling down their defenseless backs. Harnesses covered their trunk, attached to the rickshaw. My squawk helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's tail. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my jinrikisha at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The meddlesome streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her handmaiden used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their profession based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, governance proletarian in white-haired suit of clothes and association, nurse in red scrubs and doctors in blueish. Everyone was happy. It was the Gods final commandment :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, spouse, or abode the Theocracy selects for you."

The only rattling choice a person made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful young charwoman or bighearted immature man was allowed that selection. Sex striver were the symbol of status. If you worked hard at your job and rose mellow, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My jigger made good metre with encouragement from my whip licking their cute asses. They had a nice sheen of perspiration on their tanned skin. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by 10 in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two lady friend were Diane 's earliest collections.

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

"Thank you, madam,"Lily smiled. I gave her a buss on the lips and allowed my hand to fondle her bottom.

"You two have earned an good afternoon of pleasure,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a genteelness twain, and had two daughters that also served as ponies. mistress allowed Lily to have a peter and she was summoning it the moment the girl were locked in their cell. I wanted to stay and check the girls make erotic love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chair. The subject had her desk, shelves for books, and one box was given over to correct. A merry bench with shoulder strap to harbour down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of whiplash, crops, and paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her metrical foot. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ears and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had little bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't sleep in the doghouse, instead the five of them would find out a way and rest in a pile of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned fille. She had midst, curly, Black person tomentum that piled about her shoulders. She was au naturel and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a nice pair of round, plump tits and a full-bosomed figure.

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"she muttered with a sour scowl. Diane had a hang for finding girls that were to a lesser extent than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, Madam,"I corrected."Fail to handle me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my mastery 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 kick, and beef wear their collars at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her head word. I could feel Diane 's eyes on us."squawk,"I snapped. Jordan River and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

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

They hauled the struggling girl, her breasts bouncing nicely. My bitches were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and bent her over the hard Grant Wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuff attached to the workbench stage, then strapped her knees to the other side, spreading her wide open and giving me a salutary spirit at the Byzantine, black George Herbert Walker Bush between her thighs.

"The paddle,"Diane ordered."twenty dollar bill spanks."

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her expression between Diane 's thighs, busily working her tongue through Diane 's kitty-cat. Mistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with jam drilled in the woods. I gave it a swinging, the air whistling through the holes.

Perfect. I moved to the disobedient hussy and swung.

fling !

"Holy shucks !"Gardenia gasped.

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

"I do n't know,"the hard worker wailed.

Akane licked Gardenia 's face and whispered in her ear,"You should have said, 'Thank you, madam, this bitch needs nineteen more spankings .'You count down, okay."

thunder ! Gardenia 's gloomy tush was tinged red.

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

"You can do it,"encouraged Jordan sweetly, licking her lips."Just admit what you are ... a bitch !"

Like just cop-bad cop from TV shows and moving-picture show, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the blue hard worker.

Spank !

"Thank you, lady. This b-bitch needs seventeen to a greater extent spankings,"she sobbed.
"Wrong !"I smacked her ass with my bare paw. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the beginning. You do n't get to hop-skip ahead."

Crack !

"Thank you, madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This kick needs XIX more spankings."

"Good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her unexpended brass, landing a overnice blow."Thank you, gentlewoman !"she gasped."This bitch needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her impudence jiggled and her articulatio coxae wiggled as she strained against the bonds. Gardenia sobbed her enumeration, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and priming coat the hard worker 's face into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a outpouring of succus down my thighs.

I would necessitate relief when I finished.

Crack ! Smack ! Crack !

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

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

Another sting slap, reddened cheeks jiggling, my kitty-cat burning for a woman 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs two Sir Thomas More spankings !"

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

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

I wanted to rub my cunt on her combustion ass.

Crack !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my plane cunt. Gardenia cried in pain sensation as I rubbed my pussy on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant physique, smearing my juices, an ointment to solace her burning at the stake as she soothed mine."Supreme Being yes !"My pussy contracted, ointment squirting out as my body thrashed in passion. My drumhead threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my organic structure as I straightened my skirt. I glanced back at Diane and found her workings at her desk, Annie curled into a orb on the floor beside her stroking her pussy and biting her dentition to keep from loudly moaning.

"Free her,"I commanded.

My gripe obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her specialise face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more asshole. She stood up straight, still full of defiance. I thrust the shoe collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking bench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"trade good,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a name for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, dame,"she answered.

I hooked the troika to her collar."How do squawk walk, 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 question, Cuntlapper."

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

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

"commodity young lady,"I cooed and petted her hair."Let 's go squawk ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan River and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her genu not used to moving across raspy control surface and she kept wincing. My heart were fixed to her dark, blushful ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two cunt. She would postulate a quarter, and that brought a grinning to my lips. I loved breaking in a new slave 's prick. It was so much fun.

By the time we reached the kennels, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a craw. A few motion picture of a lash on her pinnace ass would motivate her to keep up the tread. The new bitch looked into the cages, the pocket-size rooms span of bitch and pony-girls lived in. almost were occupied with pairs relaxing in their complimentary time, playing games or watching television or making dearest. All of them were girl or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the wall covered with all kind of intimate toy : dildos, butt plugs, clamps, simplicity, whips, paddle, jest, bonnet, vibrators, I chained her terzetto to a post in the shopping mall while Akane and Jordan River found well-fixed smudge to cuddle on the floor.

"Which plug should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my finger running across tapered, sinister charge card, dog dress suit hanging from the wide end. I hefted a deep one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"I asked you a question, bitch !"

"No, madam,"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 heart-to-heart 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 squawk,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."Reach behind and distribute your somewhat butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brown sphincter. Akane licked her chops, then buried her typeface in the Black bitch 's ass. Her centre widened as Akane tongued her sphincter, then a smile appeared on her grimace and she purred.

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in battlefront of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white attire trimmed with Au. My round, dusky breasts popped devoid and I stroked a hard, dark nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

My wearing apparel slipped to the level and her eyes fell upon my naked curves."time to put your mouth its right use."

"I 'm sorry, lady ?"
"What 's your epithet, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart arousal. Her lingua was wonderful. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. Sparks flew inside me and my head threw back and a low, purring groan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her twisty, silky hair and ground my puss into her skilled lips.

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

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

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A prick blossomed from Akane 's crotch, her button transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the head dark pink and weeping crystallize pre-cum. I made sure I had a expert grip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Nipponese beef mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her turncock up the new slave 's ass.

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

"Fuck the kick !"I gasped."Make her cum on your turncock !"

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

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her John L. H. Down until she was quick to serve, eagre to please. Her glossa speared into me, her moans no longer total of pain.

"I think she likes my stopcock. credit crunch that asshole. oeuvre those hips. That 's a ripe bitch !"

My leg felt weak, but I had one last thing to do. She tried to pull away as my piddle jibe into her backtalk. I held on rigorous and Akane 's thrust drove her expression back into my kitty. I sighed, delight tingling through me as I emptied my vesica. Acrid yellow leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the flooring. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. pleasure. ecstasy. Passion. electrical energy. Sensations overpowered me. My muscleman contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my body trembled in little aftershocks.

Her face was a batch. Tears ran out of her eyes, puss cream and piddle decorated her facial expression. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her tomentum and shoved her face down into the water."Lick it up, cunt !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete floor then moaned, her body quivering. The humiliation and shame mixed with the pleasure and bother. disarray and lust 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 pleasure as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the finally few times, squeezing every fall of her seed 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 squawk !"I smiled.

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Old Delhi, dominion of SE Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's sass. The bitch 's preparation was complete and she did n't need to be held in place to bear her Mistress 's urine. She gladly drank the weewee. When the stream died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's cunt clean.

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

"You 're welcome,"Diane purred, stroking the striver 's question, 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 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 figure. You can be called Gardenia once more."

Tears 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 lips."You 're going to get a very dainty reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."dog sopor on the foot of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our infantry, her coffee peel stark against the ashen comforter.

"So what is my reinforcement ?"I asked.

"Sit on my face and I 'll make you wrawl, Sarai."

I beamed."You always do, even after twoscore twelvemonth. ”