The Old Nick 's pact slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect striver

note : Mark 's friend Tom requested a Japanese, young womanhood for his slave. German mark 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 plain, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, White socks clung to my articulatio talocruralis. Everyday, my sea captain Tom would pick out one of a dozen dissimilar getup for his slaves to wear from traditional Japanese shoal girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swimming wear, and more. Kneeling like I was, the chick had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and puss to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For xliii long time I had been Tom 's first striver, the mistress of his serail, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the lav at Carl Rogers senior high schooling and gave me to this wonderful, rear man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was undecomposed he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty women belonged to him, all Japanese lady friend he had collected over the age that he had been the governor of the Far east. Tom ruled japan, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the public figure of the Living Gods. In exchange for serving Mark and Virgin Mary, we were given eternal young person and ravisher by them.

The Elmer Rice door slid open and Tom entered dressed in a dewy-eyed, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few months had been hard. Somehow, sign and Virgin Mary 's control over the world was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then solid food stock were burned and base sabotaged, and now there were skirmish with the bodyguards. Today, the escort had killed three men and a woman.

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

"trade good evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my foot, gliding to my Master, a grinning on my typeface, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to find his handwriting slip down and sense my bare ass beneath my skirt. When he broke the candy kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

"Minami, Chiyoko, wait on our Master,"I ordered.

Two girlfriend rose from the rank and file of kneeling slaves, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his implements of war and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his body. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the wash basketball hoop 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 even, Master ?"I respectfully asked.

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my manus twice."Attend our headmaster. The rest are dismissed. dinner party 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 tit of all the slaves and looked so cute with her dainty methamphetamine hydrochloride perched on her button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair's-breadth and replete lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very gallant of my girl when she turned 18 finish February. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"Nothing would make me glad,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to scrape and her training as a hard worker began.

She was a riotous learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his decently foot while Mika walked around the chairperson to stand behind it and rub down his articulatio humeri. Miyoko, her round center twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's stave eyes which made her appear even more innocent.

"Oh, passkey,"she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his cock. Each slave knew just what spatial relation to direct based on the purchase order I called their names."I love your prick inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful peak !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the position. Miyoko 's annulus flared as she slammed up and down on her don 's shaft, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief import. I felt my own cunt moistening, my finger itching to absorb between my thighs and furiously rub at my clitoris until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

I did n't. I was a perfect striver. My pleasance could wait—Tom 's pleasure is what mattered.

The striver succour eased the tension from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasance as he enjoyed Miyoko 's cunt. Our daughter pumped her pelvic arch faster, her curly, black hair flying wildly about her blanched blouse covered articulatio humeri. There was a watering randomness ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, little buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding breast, pale-yellow and topped with brown nipples.

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

The fire grew in my pubes, demanding that I put it out with my digit ; a cool astragal of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long clip since I slipped up.

leash sidereal day tied up in a ball had been my punishment.

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

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to go for off that delicious relief even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his cock. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her roll in the hay. His fingers spread her face and I could make out her brown hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

"Oh, fuck !"she gasped."Oh, fuck ! Please passkey, may I cum ! You 're stirring me up !"

"No !"he ordered, fucking his finger's breadth in and out of her hole even as she rode his dick faster and faster.

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

"good,"he smiled. He grasped her rose hip and slammed her all the way down his prick. The muscles in his neck strained and his 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 attend to to you,"Tom said.

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

"Of row, Miyo-tan,"I smiled, using my pet for my daughter.

I knelt before my daughter, so majestic of her for not cumming despite all the ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfective tense striver. Her iniquity, slurred President George W. Bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her snatch succus ; a beautiful tidy sum, and I did n't hesitate to bury my brass into her forest and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my tongue scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and honey. She had a tart, tangy flavor that was enhanced by salty spunk. My natural language flicked at her ivory, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, female parent ! Oh, get laid ! Oh, my divinity yes !"

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

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

"You 're welcome, my daughter,"I answered her and gently kissed her on the lips.

"You did a honorable 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 arms wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his firm arms.

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

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

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

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw awe in his middle. It struck me like a gong, malaise ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to start training the striver in combat. You still have 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 brand given to us by Mark and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many conflict."I will pop wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still break bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girls to let a thick, natural Dubya."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 fiddling slave."

I groaned, relaxing my will power, and let his finger knead me into promised land."Oh, maestro !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so a lot ! Please induce me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his finger's breadth, gushing forth a flood of Passion ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my overlord, my love, as my body was whipped with the pleasure of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the merely hard worker allowed to address our professional by his name.

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

Dinner was a simple amour. Tom was n't one for complicated meal. Rice, sashimi, a salad. correction was relaxed ; the slave laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined side by side to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his other position, serving him tea and sake. After dinner party, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot fountain converted into a bath. Our habitation 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 and sipping sake while the Snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the bath. slave scrubbed each early 's backs, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the young woman were devotee. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been fan for 10, others like Mika would possess a fling every few yr with a girl that always ended in tears and bitter recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the incline area. Ayame sucked his cock and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot springtime while I cuddled with Tom, sipping coldness sake, enjoying the warmth of the pee and the alcohol while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his bedroom, a spacious way appointed with erotic woodcut from the Meiji Restoration. One wall, however, was decorated with rophy, clinch, shoulder strap, and crops. All the puppet essential to train a bad slave. Tom 's input about no old-timer sent more fearful chills through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight 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 moderate a distance of hemp forget me drug. She knew why she was here and, like a dependable hard worker, was ready to take in her punishment.

"cartoon strip,"he commanded.

"Yes skipper,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. Pale tan lines covered her eubstance. Not from a Bikini, but a one-piece bathing cause, the type traditionally worn by Nipponese girl for school day. Her President George W. Bush was a mat of midst, black-market hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a chunk, her head between her knees and her ass thrust up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her consistence in a beautiful web of knots and geometric designs. Shibari rophy thraldom was a body of work of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin wood. The cranny on her ass was loud and left a dilute, red welt on her pallid ass.

"One, thank you Master,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A second red wheal appeared, a line of fire across the knit stitch of her seat."Two, thank you Master !"

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

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

Thomas More red welts appeared on her ass and thigh, and every few whacks Tom would bring down one on her pussy. His pecker grew hard as he disciplined his slave, every cry and grunt inflaming his luxuria. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika 's ass almost entirely red.

Mika would be sitting gingerly for a week after tonight.

Her tart arousal perfumed the air. Every strike brought her closing to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew near than to cum without Tom 's permission. This was n't the bath. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the electrical switch 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 pink, beeswax candle and a special holder. One end held the candle, the other end was a thick tail end plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's stir up ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my sassing, so powerful, begging me to open my mouth and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the bottom plug taper holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the wax light, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do real price. Some of it would filter all the way down to her cunt, increasing the pleasure Mika had to live on 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 take in all night to find lost, horny, aching to be touched by my Master. In the good morning, a sticky spate would be between my branch and it was so intemperately not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing glob of pubic hairsbreadth with it. Then he would shove his intemperately cock inside my pussy and I would ingest to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would unlace me and after hours, I would finally be liberal. My bladder would be achingly full-of-the-moon, my pussy hot, desperate to cum and replete of his tinder.

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

Not even I could stop myself from cumming when that happened.

By then Tom would be ready to know again. He would make me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of weewee I left on the rock base while he fucked my twat hard from fundament.

"Dirty whore !"he would grumble."You 're just a filthy animal with no self-control ! A bitch !"The piss would be acrid on my spit and sometimes he would shove my face down it in, smearing my haircloth through the nasty puddle like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. Damn these dissidents for causing problem 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 discipline another slave.

As I was about to open my mouth, a loud noise came from outside. pyrotechnic ? Was there a festival today ? There were many fete in japan. We were a tough workings mass and took any excuse to be adrift off steam and have a holiday or party.

There were to a greater extent soda pop detonating. That did n't sound like fireworks.

"Get the swords,"Tom growled.

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

"free people her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the rest of the girl out the escape tunnel."awe shone in my daughter 's eyes, terror clutching her limbs with its icy grasp."Now !"I barked.

Tom and I raced to the armoury. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her sword to her waistline and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her immense breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes 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 pinko cherry blossoms—a look of dismay on her fount."Hundreds of churl are attacking the gate. The bodyguard are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my sword around my waist, looking to Tom for his lodge. My philia was beating rapidly, remembering of the devil Wars flooding my intellect. The day Usako was ripped in one-half by a daemon made of darkness in Cairo while fighting the demon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and tug the monster off. The sad remembering of Minami choking on her blood, a monster 's spine 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 wood file, light source gleaming on the rippling, enchanted steel steel. I was surprised by how still I was.

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

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

"Yes, superior,"we answered.

We never made it. The attackers had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our nursing home, raging and shouting for our origin. They destroyed. Beautiful painting and industrial plant of calligraphy were ripped from the paries. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the provincial, splashing blood on the Timothy Miles Bindon Rice paper walls. Never had my brand tasted a human 's chassis. I forced down the contribution of my head that rebelled at the mass murder down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my girl, all the other slaves.

The aggressor had hired gun ; blasphemous aura erupted around us every time one of the heater would have found our pulp. My bronze talisman slowly grew ardent and warmer, a signboard the protective bewitchment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the foremost to die ; her perfect bosom marred by a ragged fix.

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 quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the prat of rifles. Yurika failed to skirt a crowbar, her costa breaking, and she dropped in a heap.

My back 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 have freed you,"Tom answered."You were the lone one that was forced to be my slave."

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

death walked to me. He was a unknown, a man clad in atomic number 79 armor—a Thelonious Monk. My blade broke on his armor. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into darkness ; an eternity of weightless falling into the ground, through the earth, rich and deeper. Into the abysm. I landed in gray-haired fog. fig moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing declamatory and larger as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the highest stratum of Hell. Here, all those bound to Mark and Mary waited in death, our psyche chained to them. Many escort waited here, along with a few of the sluts and former servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to greet me. And with them were two old champion : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead sister. I could see early forms in the darkness. A light-haired woman, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"skipper,"Minami smiled, falling to her knees."Even in last, we serve."

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

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

As our master was reunited with his striver, 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 early parts of the world. Beth and break of the day, the Bishopresses of the Far east, appeared with their servants ; Tom 's old admirer 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 appeared.

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

Tom looked up from his reunification with Usako and Minami, blinking in surprise."How did this materialise ?"

"We had thirty class of serenity,"I answered."thirty years to mature easy, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a Negroid chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my truthful masters—Mark and Madonna. We had sold our souls for eternal youth and top executive, and now we paid the price.

The swarthiness gave way to heat, to discharge, to the anguished wow of the blessed. I stood on ruby-red rock music, high temperature slamming into me, suffocating me. C appeared on the hill, all those who sold their mortal to Mark and Mary. They stood at the superlative, magnificent, beautiful, mightily amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguard knelt before our god, the Sluts gathered around them. The relief of us, the Governors 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 striver stood around him, with me on his right and our daughter on his leftfield, and like everyone else, we fixed our middle at the top of the hill.

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

"fountainhead, I 've heard it said that it 's better to rule in Hell,"marker answered.

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. wellspring my madam, we helped him govern the Earth, why not perdition ?"

Around us, lesser demon and nicety of the dead gathered. I could feel their fear. Mark and Mary had the tycoon of all the swell monster : Molech, Lilith, lucifer, others. No-one could rival them.

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

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my hand, the blade glowing molten red, and armored myself in a fuku. I was Tom 's hard worker for all of infinity, and together we would carve a home for ourselves in netherworld .