The fiend 's accord hard worker chronicle
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Hikaru : the perfect Slave

government note : Mark 's friend Tom requested a Japanese, young woman for his slave. mug found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange educatee, at Rogers heights School.

June 6th, 2056 - Hikaru Hojou - Kyoto, Far eastward district

I knelt in my fuku : a plain, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a unforesightful, red-green plaid doll. Loose, white socks clung to my mortise joint. Everyday, my professional Tom would choose one of a dozen unlike outfit for his slaves to wear thin from traditional Japanese school girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim wearable, and more. 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 years I had been Tom 's low gear slave, the kept woman of his harem, and the female parent of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the bathroom at William Penn Adair Rogers high school school and gave me to this wonderful, poop man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was skillful he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty women belonged to him, all Japanese daughter he had collected over the eld that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living Supreme Being. In exchange for serving Mark and Mary, we were given unending youth and beauty by them.

The Elmer Reizenstein threshold slid out-of-doors and Tom entered dressed in a unproblematic, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The finis few calendar month had been difficult. Somehow, stigma and Mary 's control over the world was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental construction, then food stores were burned and base sabotaged, and now there were clash with the bodyguards. Today, the bodyguard had killed three men and a woman.

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

"commodity eve, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my feet, gliding to my Master, a smile on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel his manus slip down and feel my bare ass beneath my skirt. When he broke the buss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

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

Two lady friend rose from the ranks of kneeling hard worker, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms 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 laundry basket while Minami knelt and took off Tom 's sandals one by one, kissing his metrical foot after removing each one.

"What would you like first this eve, master ?"I respectfully asked.

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my hands twice."Attend our Master. The rest are dismissed. dinner party will be in one hour."

"Yes Hikaru-sama,"the young woman said, all rising in unison.

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the big titty of all the slaves and looked so cute with her treat glasses perched on her clit olfactory organ ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hairsbreadth and full lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my girl when she turned eighteen net February. She had bowed before her Father-God and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"Nothing would build me felicitous,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A calendar week later she was bound to bull's eye and her training as a hard worker began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in bare in his plush reclining chair. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right understructure while Mika walked around the professorship to stomach behind it and massage his berm. Miyoko, her round eyes twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our daughter was an alien beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's cycle eyes which made her look even more innocent.

"Oh, original,"she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his prick. Each slave knew just what position to demand based on the order I called their names."I love your hammer inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful flower !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the face. Miyoko 's skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's dick, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief moment. I felt my own cunt moistening, my fingers itching to plunge between my thigh and furiously rub at my button until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

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

The slaves ministrations eased the stress from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasance as he enjoyed Miyoko 's snatch. Our daughter pumped her rosehip faster, her curly, black pilus flying wildly about her Edward D. White blouse covered articulatio humeri. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, minuscule buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding tit, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

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

The flak grew in my loin, demanding that I put it out with my fingers ; a cool bead of juice tickled down my second joint. I stood still, keeping my look composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a yearn metre since I slipped up.

ternary years 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 practically responsibility these Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I would slip up again. Perhaps after matter calmed down in a few months. I felt my facial muscular tissue twitch, wanting to smile.

"I love you sea captain !"Miyoko moaned"May I cum ?"

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to prevail off that delicious assuagement even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his rooster. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the move of her nookie. His finger's breadth spread her cheek and I could take out her embrown hole nictation at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

"Oh, shag !"she gasped."Oh, piece of ass ! Please captain, 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 peter faster and faster.

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

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her coxa and slammed her all the way down his tool. The muscular tissue 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 see to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, master copy !"She climbed off of him, turning to front me ; my eye fell on her exposed breasts wet with Tom 's saliva."Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me ?"

"Of trend, 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 shipway Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect hard worker. Her night, thick Vannevar Bush was mussy with Tom 's cum and her kitty-cat juices ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to bury my face into her forest and poke at her cunt.

"Oh, female parent !"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 spit flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, mother ! Oh, have a go at it ! Oh, my idol yes !"

She drowned me in her Passion ; a flood lamp of juices poured down my nerve and neck opening, soaking into my schoolhouse blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her pussy on my cheek as her orgasm 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 oculus closed as he enjoyed his massage. He patted his lap, and I walked over and sat across him. His implements of war wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his unassailable arms.

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

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several prisoner we captured. Their halo were silver. Someone freed them from Mark 's controller. 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 ogre Wars."

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

I nodded.

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

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still weaken bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girls to have a midst, natural bush."Would you like to cum, Hikaru ?"

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

His finger rubbed through my labia and brushed my clitoris ; I shivered."I want you to cum for me, my fiddling slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-command, and let his digit massage me into heaven."Oh, overlord !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so practically ! Please make 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 fingers, gushing forth a flood of Passion ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my lord, my honey, as my dead body was whipped with the pleasure of his fingerbreadth."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the lone slave allowed to speak our passkey by his name.

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

Dinner was a simple-minded affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meal. Rice, sashimi, a salad. study was relaxed ; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined side by side to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his early side, serving him tea and sake. 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 dry land in wintertime, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot body of water and sipping rice beer while the blow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner party intensified in the bathroom. Slaves scrubbed each other 's backs, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the female child were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been buff for 10, others like Mika would have a crack every few years with a girl that always ended in tears and acerbic 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 cold sake, enjoying the fondness of the H2O 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 bedroom, a spacious room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji refurbishment. One wall, however, was decorated with ropes, clamps, straps, and crop. All the tools necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's gossip about no ex-serviceman sent more fearful tingle 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 hairsbreadth a rich, honey-brown—entered the way, she did not tremble as she watched Tom carry a length of cannabis rope. She knew why she was here and, like a good striver, was ready to receive her punishment.

"flight strip,"he commanded.

"Yes sea captain,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. Pale tan strain covered her organic structure. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing lawsuit, the type traditionally worn by Japanese girl for school. Her George H.W. Bush was a mat of thick, black hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her top dog between her knees and her ass thrust up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of international nautical mile and geometric designs. Shibari rope bondage was a oeuvre of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thinly wood. The pass on her ass was loud and left a flimsy, red welt on her pale ass.

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

Dew dampened her Dubyuh by the fourth tap, 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.

"quintet, thank you Master !"Her vocalization was stressed, rising in pitch.

More red welts appeared on her ass and thigh, and every few belt Tom would bring down one on her kitty. 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 week after tonight.

Her cyprian arousal perfumed the air. Every bang brought her closing to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom 's permission. This was n't the bath. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the permutation across her asscheeks again.

"30, thank you Master !"she gasped after the lowest ten-strike landed again on her pussy.

"candela,"Tom said.

"Yes, victor,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax standard candle and a limited holder. One end held the taper, the early end was a stocky tooshie plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's wake ass, Tom 's dick hovering near my brim, so muscular, begging me to open my mouth and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the arse ballyhoo candle holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the cd and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the wax light, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do real equipment casualty. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her kitty-cat, increasing the pleasure Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this treatment and wished our positions were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my eubstance, slowly cooling and hardening on my cutis. Then I would sustain all Night to palpate helpless, horny, aching to be touched by my original. In the morning, a mucilaginous jam would be between my pegleg and it was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunks of pubic haircloth with it. Then he would shove his hard prick inside my pussy and I would have to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after time of day, I would finally be rid. My bladder would be achingly full, my pussy hot, desperate to cum and broad of his spunk.

"May I relieve my vesica ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the fourth dimension, he 'd make me stand there, straining to hold 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 cook to fuck again. He would micturate me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of piss I left on the gemstone flooring while he fucked my cunt hard from fanny.

"Dirty whore !"he would growl."You 're just a cruddy animal with no self-control ! A kick !"The peeing would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would shove my font down it in, smearing my hair through the smutty puddle like the disgusting beef I was.

I longed for being punished again. shucks these dissidents for causing problems and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to open my back talk, a loud stochasticity came from outdoor. pyrotechnic ? Was there a festival today ? There were many festivals in Japanese Islands. We were a arduous workings mass and took any exculpation to foul up off steam and have a vacation or party.

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

"Get the swords,"Tom growled.

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

"free people her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the residual of the miss out the escape cock tunnel."Fear shone in my daughter 's middle, terror clutching her arm with its icy grasp."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 waist and drawing the curved, enchanted steel from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her Brobdingnagian breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her centre were tearing behind her glasses.

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

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

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

I strapped on my sword around my waist, looking to Tom for his orders. My marrow was beating rapidly, storage of the daimon state of war flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in half by a fiend made of shadows in Cairo while fighting the demon Hadad. The sentence I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and push back the monster off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her blood, a demon 's spikelet shoved through her chest while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to Virgin Mary so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely rasp, dismount gleaming on the rippling, enchanted sword steel. I was surprised by how serene I was.

We each pulled on a bronze amulet. Did the enchantments still work after xxx eld of lying in the arsenal ?

"We fight our way to the evasion 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 home, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful house painting and work of calligraphy were ripped from the paries. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the bucolic, splashing blood on the rice paper bulwark. Never had my steel tasted a man 's flesh. I forced down the theatrical role of my brain that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slave.

The attackers had guns ; downcast nimbi erupted around us every time one of the smoke would hold found our shape. My bronzy amulet slowly grew warmer and warmer, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first to die ; her perfect breasts marred by a bait 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 tight quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to hedge a crowbar, her rib 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. dying had come for us. There was nothing left to fear.

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

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

Death walked to me. He was a stranger, a man clad in gold armor—a Monk. My sword broke on his armor. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into darkness ; an timeless existence of weightless falling into the ground, through the earthly concern, deep and deeper. Into the abysm. I landed in gray fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing heavy and orotund as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the gamey layer of Scheol. Here, all those bound to crisscross and Blessed Virgin waited in death, our souls chained to them. Many bodyguard 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 sisters. I could see other soma in the iniquity. A blonde fair sex, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"Master,"Minami smiled, falling to her knees."Even in end, we serve."

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

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

As our Master was reunited with his striver, I noticed to a greater extent and more figures appear in the mist. More escort appeared. I did n't acknowledge many of them. They were assigned to other parts of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far due east, appeared with their handmaid ; Tom 's old booster 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 surprise."How did this happen ?"

"We had XXX years of peace,"I answered."XXX year to mature soft, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a fatal chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the abyss.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and Virgin Mary. We had sold our individual for eternal young person and office, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to heat, to provoke, to the pain belly laugh of the goddam. I stood on blood-red rocks, heating system slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the hill, all those who sold their somebody to Mark and Mary. They stood at the crown, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguards knelt before our deity, the hussy gathered around them. The rest of us, the regulator of the Fourteen district of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the XIV Diocese stood surrounded by their family and servants. All of Tom 's slaves stood around him, with me on his rightfulness and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our middle at the top of the hill.

"What are your bid, Master ?"reddish blue 's vocalisation rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

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

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. well my ma'am, we helped him order the dry land, why not snake pit ?"

Around us, lesser ogre and shades of the drained gathered. I could feel their care. Mark and Mary had the power of all the greater devil : Molech, Lilith, lucifer, others. No-one could touch them.

I clapped my mitt."You heard our original, 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 slave for all of infinity, and together we would carve a home for ourselves in Hell .