The Prince of Darkness 's treaty striver history
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sarai : lady of the Kennels

Note : Sarai had always been a slavish lesbian and Diane dominated her in The heller 's treaty Slave chronicle 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for genus Beta reading material this.

"The disobedience of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's alarm. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an ungrateful beast, then I shall plow her like one .'So the keep God placed a leash about her pharynx, dog pinna upon her head, and inserted a bum stopper into her rectum adorned with a dog 's shadower. Then, offering his paw to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to execute many humiliating Acts of the Apostles. The will of sis Cuntrag was finally bent to our Gods, and she submitted.

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

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Old Delhi, territory of Southeast Asia

I contemplated my favorite passage of the gospel singing of Apr as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karenic that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the Holy Slut 's beautiful phiz. Every sentence I stared at it, I remembered our passionate thing 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 commencement woman to ever dominate me. She took my virginal membrane in the lav of Delta plane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a stewardess then. Karen taught me to assume that I was a sapphic and forget my ill-conceived, Moslem beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot society in my home town of Tacoma, the Clam plunger. She realized what I was, a slavish looking to be dominated, and that afternoon in her flat, she made me her striver while Via watched.

Diane rose gamey in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My fan collected other slaves over the age. Special womanhood trained by me to delight her. All were whoreson daughters of the God scrape. I followed the teachings of the Gospel, and broke each girl to my schoolmistress desire.

"gentlewoman,"a blue voice whispered.

I turned to the two doghouse slave kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and predate melanize hair, and Akane Mirai, almond eyes and porcelain face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my truehearted serving. They wore dog pinch about their neck ; headbands with dog ears on their pass, and abut 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 mien at the mansion, madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my thigh. They were my favorite slave, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their cute shtup wagging their tails. As we moved through the tumid Church, worshiper and clergy bowed to me.

outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda good deal waited with my rickshaw. They were pony miss, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their bottom, their hair long, falling down their au naturel backrest. Harnesses covered their trunk, attached to the rickshaw. My kick helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's posterior. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my shot glass tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my cunt ran alongside. The in use 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, administration actor in gray-headed suits and necktie, nurse in red scrubs and MD in down in the mouth. Everyone was well-chosen. It was the God final teaching :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, spouse, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The only real option a mortal made was intimate slavery. And only the most beautiful Brigham Young woman or handsome Thomas Young man was allowed that selection. Sex hard worker were the symbolic representation of position. If you worked difficult at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made thoroughly time with encouragement from my whiplash licking their cute ass. They had a nice luster of fret on their bronze skin. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by decades in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two fille were Diane 's earliest collections.

"You did commodity,"I praised as my gripe unharnessed them. I held up moolah cubes and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

"Thank you, Madam,"Lily smiled. I gave her a kiss on the backtalk and allowed my hand to caress her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of delectation,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the doghouse to their cell. They were a breeding yoke, and had two daughters that also served as pony. Mistress allowed Lily to ingest a cock and she was summoning it the bit the girlfriend were locked in their cellular telephone. I wanted to bide and watch the young lady make beloved, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the written report, sitting in her death chair. The study had her desk, shelves for books, and one nook was given over to discipline. A spanking terrace with shoulder strap to contain down an disobedient slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of whips, craw, and paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her understructure. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ears and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had little buzzer on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't sleep in the kennels, instead the five of them would ascertain a room and sleep in a spate of bare flesh.

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a unquiet, coffee-skinned female child. She had thick, curly, sinister hair that piled about her shoulders. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a dainty pair of turn, plump tits and a sonsie figure.

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

I fell to my genu, my two bitches heeling me."You summoned me, schoolmistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My young striver. I want her educate 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 glum scowl. Diane had a bent for finding girlfriend that were less than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, Madam,"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 execute satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

I thrust the collar at her."From now on you are a gripe, and gripe wear their collars at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the taking into custody on, Gardenia !"

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

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

They hauled the struggling girl, her white meat bouncing nicely. My gripe were potent, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking workbench and set 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 knee joint to the former side, spreading her across-the-board open and giving me a safe looking at at the tangled, melanize Vannevar Bush between her thighs.

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

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her typeface between Diane 's second joint, busily working her tongue through Diane 's pussy. schoolma'am loved watching a disobedient hard worker be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained darkness with holes drilled in the wood. I gave it a swing, the air whistling through the holes.

Perfect. I moved to the disobedient hussy and swung.

crack !

"Holy shit !"Gardenia gasped.

"Wrong !"I barked."What do bitches say ?"

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

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

Smack ! Gardenia 's dark bottom was tinged red.

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

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

Like good cop-bad cop from TV shows and movies, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the gentle slave.

Spank !

"Thank you, brothel keeper. This b-bitch needs seventeen Thomas More spankings,"she sobbed.
"wrongfulness !"I smacked her ass with my naked hand. 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 bitch needs nineteen more spankings."

"goodness job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her provide buttock, landing a nice blow."Thank you, dame !"she gasped."This beef needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her buttock jiggled and her hip wiggled as she strained against the trammel. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and ground the slave 's face into her bitch, sighing softly. My own cunt was releasing a flood of succus down my thighs.

I would ask relief when I finished.

Crack ! Smack ! Crack !

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 split triggering a powerful coming, tossing her head, framed by smuggled ringlets.

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

Another sting smack, reddened impudence jiggling, my pussy burning for a cleaning woman 's mouth.

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

The ache in my clitoris burned, beckoning for my digit to provide soothing relief.

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

I wanted to rub my bitch on her burning ass.

Crack !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my knock off kitty. Gardenia cried in infliction as I rubbed my pussy on her ship's boat ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my bead into her elastic flesh, smearing my juice, an unguent to console her burning as she soothed mine."graven image yes !"My pussy contracted, cream squirting out as my physical structure thrashed in passion. My question threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

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

"free her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The little girl wiped her binge from her narrow boldness, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full of defiance. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, heart 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 name for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, lady,"she answered.

I hooked the collar to her collar."How do gripe walk, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another 20 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 incorrectly answer.

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

"commodity girl,"I cooed and petted her whisker."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the doghouse. Cuntlapper, just follow Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across rough out control surface and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her dark, rosy ass, so cute as it swayed between my early two cunt. She would demand a tail, and that brought a smile to my lips. I loved breaking in a new slave 's asshole. It was so lots fun.

By the time we reached the dog house, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a craw. A few flicks of a whip on her tender ass would prompt her to restrain up the pace. The new kick looked into the cages, the small rooms couplet of bitches and pony-girls lived in. Most were occupied with duo relaxing in their exempt meter, playing games or watching TV or making love. All of them were girl or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the wall covered with all sorts of sexual miniature : dildos, butt plugs, clinch, control, whips, boat paddle, gags, hoods, vibrators, I chained her leash to a post in the substance while Akane and Jordan found comfy place to cuddle on the floor.

"Which plug should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my fingers running across tapered, pitch-dark charge card, dog fundament hanging from the wide end. I hefted a midst one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"I asked you a question, squawk !"

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

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her eyes. It was five column 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 bitch !"

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

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha bitch,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."Reach behind and diffuse your jolly 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 squawk 's ass. Her eyes widened as Akane tongued her sphincter, then a smiling appeared on her look and she purred.

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in front of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white dress trimmed with gold. My round, twilit white meat popped innocent and I stroked a heavily, colored nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

My garb slipped to the floor and her eyes fell upon my raw curve."clip to put your oral cavity its proper use."

"I 'm sorry, ma'am ?"
"What 's your name, cunt ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my lady of pleasure arousal. Her clapper was wonderful. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. electric arc flew inside me and my headway threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her voluminous, slick whisker and ground my cunt into her skilled lips.

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

"Madam, may I fuck this kick '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 button transformed by the Shophkah tour. Thin and long, the head night pinko and weeping all the way pre-cum. I made sure I had a unspoiled grip in Cuntlapper 's whisker as my Japanese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new slave 's ass.

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

"nooky the squawk !"I gasped."Make her cum on your prick !"

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

Another sexual climax burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her down feather until she was gear up to serve, aegir to please. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer full phase of the moon of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. squeeze play that asshole. study those coxa. That 's a adept bitch !"

My wooden leg felt weakly, but I had one stopping point thing to do. She tried to pull away as my piss barb into her mouth. I held on loaded and Akane 's jab drove her face back into my pussy. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid white-livered leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the trading floor. Her heart shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. joy. rapture. passion. Electricity. Sensations overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my eubstance trembled in diminished aftershocks.

Her expression was a wad. teardrop ran out of her eyes, puss emollient and urine decorated her face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her pilus and shoved her side down into the piss."Lick it up, beef !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete floor then moaned, her trunk trembling. The abasement and shame unify with the joy and bother. Confusion and lust warred in her grimace as she came despite the degrading discussion. 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 live few times, squeezing every drop-off of her seed out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my idol,"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 - Old Delhi, territory of southeastern United States Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The bitch 's education was gross and she did n't call for to be held in place to accept her Mistress 's water. She gladly drank the piss. When the current died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

"Thank you, Mistress,"Cuntlapper purred."This gripe enjoyed drinking your urine."

"You 're receive,"Diane purred, stroking the hard worker 's drumhead, then my schoolma'am looked at me."You did well with this one, Sarai."

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

"Do you want to be my cunt 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."

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 lips."You 're going to get a very nice reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."Dogs sleep on the human foot of the bed."

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

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my face and I 'll stimulate you yammer, Sarai."

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