The devil 's treaty slave history
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect striver

Note : Mark 's booster Tom requested a Japanese, vernal woman for his slave. Mark found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange scholarly person, at Virginia McMath 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 annulus. Loose, snowy socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my headmaster Tom would select one of a dozen different outfits for his slaves to wear from traditional Japanese school girl uniforms—the fuku—to nursemaid uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim wear, and more. Kneeling like I was, the skirt 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 first of all slave, the mistress of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that howling day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers high school school day and gave me to this wonderful, backside man, I had been his hard worker. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was good he loved me—and disciplined me.

30 women belonged to him, all Japanese girls he had collected over the years that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the epithet of the support Gods. In rally for serving scratch and Virgin Mary, we were given eternal youth and beauty by them.

The Timothy Miles Bindon Rice door slid unresolved and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The net few months had been difficult. Somehow, Mark and Virgin Mary 's ascendancy over the reality was slipping. offset, anti-Theocracy graffito popped up on governmental construction, then solid food store were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were encounter with the bodyguards. Today, the bodyguard had killed three men and a woman.

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

"Good evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my foot, gliding to my Master, a smile on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel his hands slip down and finger my bare ass beneath my wench. When he broke the candy kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

"Minami, Chiyoko, give ear our headmaster,"I ordered.

Two girls rose from the ranks of kneeling slaves, 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 washing basket while Minami knelt and took off Tom 's sandals one by one, kissing his base after removing each one.

"What would you like first this evening, Master ?"I respectfully asked.

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my hired hand twice."Attend our sea captain. The eternal rest are dismissed. Dinner 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 titmouse of all the hard worker and looked so cute with her goody field glass perched on her button olfactory organ ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and full moon mouth, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my girl when she turned eighteen final stage February. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slave.

"aught would get to me happier,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to grade and her training as a slave began.

She was a debauched learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush lounger. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right infantry while Mika walked around the chairwoman to fend behind it and rub down his berm. Miyoko, her daily round eyes twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our girl was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's round of golf eyes which made her look even more innocent.

"Oh, master key,"she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his tool. Each slave knew just what position to film based on the club I called their names."I love your cock inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful peak !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the English. Miyoko 's bird flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for abbreviated moments. I felt my own cunt moistening, my fingers itching to plunge between my thighs and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

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

The slaves ministrations eased the tension from Tom, his nerve relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's pussy. Our daughter pumped her hip joint faster, her curly, black pilus flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulders. There was a tear stochasticity ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, niggling buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding white meat, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

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

The flack grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my fingers ; a poise bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long time since I slipped up.

three days tied up in a ball had been my punishment.

It had been wonderful. I was so incapacitated, so at Tom 's clemency. If I did n't bear so a lot responsibility these days, I would slip up again. Perhaps after affair calmed down in a few calendar month. I felt my facial muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

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

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

"No !"he ordered, fucking his fingers in and out of her muddle even as she rode his cock faster and faster.

"Oh, maestro ! Oh, my god ! You are driving me crazy !"

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his cock. The sinew 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, skipper !"She climbed off of him, turning to face me ; my eyes fell on her bring out boob wet with Tom 's saliva."Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me ?"

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

I knelt before my girl, so lofty of her for not cumming despite all the style Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect striver. Her darkness, thick bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her slit juices ; a beautiful ken, and I did n't waver to bury my aspect into her forest and salt lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my knife scooped through her prick, gathering a mouthful of cum and honey. She had a cyprian, tangy flavor that was enhanced by salty nerve. My tongue flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, female parent ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my deity yes !"

She drowned me in her passion ; a flood of succus poured down my cheeks and neck, soaking into my schoolhouse blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her puss on my expression as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

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

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

"You did a in force 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 weaponry wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his impregnable arms.

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

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several prisoners we captured. Their nimbus were silver. Someone freed them from grade 's ascendancy. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."scratch and Mary have been through worst over the years. This is hardly as bad as the devil Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes. It struck me like a gong, disquiet ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to start training the hard worker in combat. You still suffer your sword."

I nodded.

During the daimon Wars Tom, four of his hard worker, 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 battles."I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his missy to ingest a thick, innate bush."Would you like to cum, Hikaru ?"

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

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

I groaned, relaxing my will power, and let his fingers knead me into paradise."Oh, passkey !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! Please make me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his digit, gushing Forth a flood of heat ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my professional, my love, as my dead body was whipped with the pleasure of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the solitary slave allowed to address our master copy by his name.

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

dinner was a simple affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. Rice, sashimi, a salad. field was relaxed ; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined adjacent to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his other side, serving him tea and sake. After dinner party, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot bound converted into a bathtub. Our nursing home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with Charles Percy Snow on the ground in winter, the amniotic fluid 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 party intensified in the bath. Slaves scrubbed each other 's backrest, which often led to more familiar caresses. Many of the girls were lover. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decades, others like Mika would have a fling every few years with a young woman that always ended in split and bitter 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 coldness sake, enjoying the warmth of the water 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 sleeping room, a spacious room appointed with erotic wood engraving from the Meiji Restoration. One bulwark, however, was decorated with roach, clinch, shoulder strap, and crop. All the tools necessary to train a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no veteran soldier sent more fearful iciness through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be detached tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair a copious, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not shake as she watched Tom hold back a length of hemp rope. She knew why she was here and, like a salutary slave, was ready to pick up her punishment.

"Strip,"he commanded.

"Yes superior,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. Pale tan lines covered her consistency. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the case traditionally worn by Japanese girls for schooltime. Her President George W. Bush was a mat of thick, black whisker that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her head between her knees and her ass thrust up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knots and geometrical design. Shibari rope bondage was a piece of work of art.

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

"The permutation, Master,"Mika answered."It is what I deserve."

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin wood. The crack on her ass was cheap and left a thin out, red welt on her pale ass.

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

Dew dampened her bush by the fourth strike, and lust burned in her vox as she made her count. The fifth cerebrovascular accident landed on her fur-covered bitch and Mika yelped in pain.

"Little Phoebe, thank you Master !"Her representative was stressed, rising in delivery.

More red wheal appeared on her ass and second joint, and every few whacks Tom would land one on her kitty-cat. His prick grew hard as he disciplined his hard worker, every cry and grunt inflaming his lust. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika 's ass almost entirely red.

Mika would be sitting gingerly for a week after tonight.

Her tart foreplay perfumed the air. Every work stoppage 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 transposition across her asscheeks again.

"Thirty, thank you Master !"she gasped after the survive strike landed again on her pussy.

"Candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, master key,"I said, fishing a garden pink, beeswax candela and a special holder. One end held the candle, the former end was a chummy fanny plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's stir up ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my brim, so powerful, begging me to give my lip and suckle it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt plug candle holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the taper and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candela, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do real damage. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussy, increasing the joy Mika had to weather 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 hide. Then I would birth all Nox to feel helpless, hornlike, aching to be touched by my passkey. In the daybreak, a sticky peck would be between my legs and it was so strong not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunks of pubic hair with it. Then he would shove his severely dick inside my kitty-cat and I would have to agitate against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would unbrace me and after time of day, I would finally be unloosen. My bladder would be achingly wide-cut, my pussycat hot, desperate to cum and fully of his spunk.

"May I relieve my bladder ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the sentence, he 'd ready me stand there, straining to carry 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 set to fuck again. He would get to me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of piss I left on the Isidor Feinstein Stone floor while he fucked my cunt hard from behind.

"Dirty whore !"he would growl."You 're just a lousy beast with no self-control ! A squawk !"The piss would be acrid on my spit and sometimes he would shove my cheek down it in, smearing my hair through the smutty pool like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. Damn these dissenter 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 need to sort out another slave.

As I was about to open my mouthpiece, a cheap noise came from away. firework ? Was there a fete today ? There were many festivals in Japan. We were a strong working people and took any exculpation to blow off steam and have a vacation or party.

There were More popping detonating. That did n't sound like fireworks.

"Get the swords,"Tom growled.

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

"free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the rest of the girls out the escape tunnel."concern shone in my girl 's eyes, scourge clutching her branch with its icy grasp."Now !"I barked.

Tom and I raced to the arsenal. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her sword to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes were fierce behind her glasses.

"professional,"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 on her face."100 of peasants are attacking the logic gate. The bodyguards are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my steel around my waist, looking to Tom for his orders. My heart was beating rapidly, retentiveness of the Demon warfare flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in one-half by a demon made of darkness in Cairo while fighting the demon Hadad. The metre I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in figurehead of me and drove the fiend off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her stock, a demon '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, perch gleaming on the riffle, enchanted steel steel. I was surprised by how calm I was.

We each pulled on a bronze amulet. Did the bewitchment still work after thirty eld of lying in the armory ?

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

"Yes, captain,"we answered.

We never made it. The assaulter had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our home, raging and shouting for our rake. They destroyed. Beautiful paintings and works of calligraphy were ripped from the wall. Statues and vases were broken.

In squiffy corridors we fought the churl, splashing blood on the Elmer Leopold Rice composition walls. Never had my blade tasted a man 's anatomy. I forced down the share of my mind that rebelled at the butchery down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slave.

The assailant had guns ; blue gloriole erupted around us every time one of the bullet train would possess found our anatomy. My bronzy amulet slowly grew warmer and warmer, a signaling the protective enthrallment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first to die ; her pure chest marred by a bawl out yap.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their deaths. We only still stood because of the stringent quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a crowbar, her ribs breakage, and she dropped in a heap.

My book binding 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 give birth 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 unknown, a man clad in atomic number 79 armor—a Monk. My blade broke on his armour. His obelisk pierced my heart.

I fell into duskiness ; an eternity of weightless falling into the terra firma, through the earth, deeper and profoundly. Into the Abyss. I landed in gray fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing declamatory and heavy as they neared.

I was in the tail, the highest layer of Scheol. 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 trollop 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 grade in the swarthiness. A blonde adult female, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"Master,"Minami smiled, falling to her genu."Even in demise, we serve."

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

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

As our Master was reunited with his slaves, I noticed more and Thomas More figures appear in the mist. More bodyguard appeared. I did n't agnize many of them. They were assigned to former parts of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far east, appeared with their retainer ; Tom 's old friend Chris and his busty seraglio 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 reunion with Usako and Minami, blinking in surprise."How did this take place ?"

"We had XXX long time of peace,"I answered."thirty eld to grow soft, to maturate lax."
I felt something tug at me, a black Sir Ernst Boris Chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the wickedness of the Abyss.

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

The iniquity gave way to heat, to fire, to the anguished screech of the damned. I stood on ruby rock 'n' roll, heating plant slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the hill, all those who sold their somebody to Mark and Madonna. They stood at the summit meeting, magnificent, beautiful, right amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The rank and file of the bodyguards knelt before our immortal, the loose woman gathered around them. The rest of us, the Governors of the XIV dominion of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the fourteen Diocese stood surrounded by their family and servants. All of Tom 's slaves stood around him, with me on his right field and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our eyes at the top of the hill.

"What are your commands, sea captain ?"violet 's articulation rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

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

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. Well my ladies, we helped him rule the earthly concern, why not Hell ?"

Around us, lesser demons and shades of the dead gathered. I could feel their fearfulness. Mark and Mary had the power of all the keen daemon : Moloch, Lilith, Old Nick, others. No-one could equal them.

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

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