The Devil 's accord striver Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sarai : madam of the Kennels

musical note : Sarai had always been a submissive gay woman and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's treaty Slave account 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for beta reading this.

"The noncompliance of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will care an ungrateful brute, then I shall care for her like one .'So the keep God placed a collar about her pharynx, dog ear upon her head, and inserted a butt plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his hand to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a beef and forced her to perform many humiliating acts. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally bent to our Gods, and she submitted.

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

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, territory of sou'-east Asia

I contemplated my darling passage of the Gospel of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karenic that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the hunky-dory marble and captured the sanctum Slut 's beautiful countenance. Every time I stared at it, I remembered our passionate affair that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the public figure Sister Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the first woman to ever rule me. She took my hymen in the bathroom of Delta airplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a hostess then. Karen taught me to accept that I was a lesbian and block my misguided, Moslem beliefs.

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

Diane rose high in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of southeastern United States Asia. My lover collected early slaves over the twelvemonth. Special cleaning woman trained by me to please her. All were illegitimate child daughters of the God Mark. I followed the teaching of the Gospel, and broke each miss to my Mistresses desire.

"ma'am,"a gentle voice whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slaves kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven dim fuzz, and Akane Mirai, almond eye and porcelain face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal service. They wore dog pinch about their cervix ; headbands with dog pinna on their school principal, and butt wad adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like Holy Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your presence at the mansion, brothel keeper,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her nerve against my second joint. They were my pet hard worker, some of the outflank I ever trained. I gathered their terzetto, and they crawled before me, their cute asses wagging their fag end. As we moved through the gravid Church, believer and clergy bowed to me.

Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda great deal waited with my jinrikisha. They were trot girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hairsbreadth long, falling down their naked binding. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the jinrikisha. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding craw lay coiled on the rickshaw 's tail. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my pony tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my squawk ran alongside. The busybodied streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servant used a jigger girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could secern their professing based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, government proletarian in gray suits and necktie, nurses in red scrub and doctor in blue. Everyone was happy. It was the Gods Final Commandment :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, married person, or place the Theocracy selects for you."

The only when real choice a person made was sexual bondage. And only the most beautiful young cleaning woman or handsome young man was allowed that selection. Sex slaves were the symbolic representation of status. If you worked surd at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made safe time with encouragement from my whiplash licking their cute seat. They had a nice luster of stew on their tanned skin. Both were blonde, their fuzz lightened by 10 in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two young woman were Diane 's soonest collections.

"You did sound,"I praised as my beef unharnessed them. I held up sugar block 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 good afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a breeding duo, and had two daughters that also served as ponies. kept woman allowed Lily to accept a cock and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their jail cell. I wanted to stay and watch the girls make love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chair. The discipline had her desk, shelf for books, and one corner was given over to discipline. A alert terrace with straps to hold down an ungovernable slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of whips, crop, and paddles.

One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten capitulum and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had little toll on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't log Z's in the kennel, instead the five of them would recover a room and quietus in a atomic pile of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the street corner behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, black pilus that piled about her shoulder joint. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a dainty pair of round, plump tits and a sonsie figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two kick heeling me."You summoned me, schoolmistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My young slave. I want her rail as a bitch."

"Of course, Mistress."I stood up and walked over to a ledge and found a dog arrest and leash."You are Gardenia ?"I asked her, stroking her face.

"Yes,"she muttered with a sullen scowl. Diane had a hang for finding girls 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 perform satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

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

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her straits. I could feel Diane 's eye on us."Bitches,"I snapped. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

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

They hauled the struggling lady friend, her knocker bouncing nicely. My bitches were secure, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and bent-grass her over the intemperate wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her weaponry into the leather cuffs attached to the judiciary pegleg, then strapped her knees to the former incline, spreading her spacious open and giving me a good aspect at the tangled, black bush between her thighs.

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

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her case between Diane 's thigh, busily working her tongue through Diane 's twat. schoolmistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained night with pickle drilled in the wood. I gave it a swing, the air whistling through the holes.

Perfect. I moved to the disobedient loose woman and swung.

Crack !

"Holy shit !"Gardenia gasped.

"Wrong !"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 kick needs XIX more than spankings .'You count down, okay."

relish ! Gardenia 's sinister merchantman 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 backtalk."Just admit what you are ... a bitch !"

Like good cop-bad cop from TV shows and movies, I was the harsh kept woman and Jordon and Akane the pacify striver.

Spank !

"Thank you, Madam. This b-bitch needs xvii more spankings,"she sobbed.
"damage !"I smacked her ass with my bare paw. Her justly asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the rootage. You do n't get to decamp ahead."

tornado !

"Thank you, Madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This bitch needs 19 more than spankings."

"good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left impertinence, landing a nice snow."Thank you, ma'am !"she gasped."This bitch needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her brass jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the bonds. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a smattering of Annie 's fiery hair and ground the slave 's face into her cunt, sighing softly. My own kitty was releasing a inundation of juice down my thighs.

I would demand reliever when I finished.

fracture ! Smack ! Crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. weeping ran down her face, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's tears triggering a powerful orgasm, tossing her head, framed by melanize ringlets.

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

Another stinging smacking, reddened impudence jiggling, my pussy burning for a woman 's mouth.

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

The ache in my clit burned, beckoning for my finger to provided soothing relief.

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

I wanted to rub my puss on her burning ass.

Crack !

I lifted my dame, exposing my shaved pussy. Gardenia cried in pain as I rubbed my kitty-cat on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant flesh, smearing my juices, an emollient to soothe her burning as she soothed mine."divinity yes !"My pussy contracted, cream squirting out as my dead body thrashed in passionateness. My head threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

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

"free people her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her crying from her minute face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still broad of defiance. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking workbench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"Good,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a gens for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

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

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

"Do you need another twenty dollar bill 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 wrong answer.

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

"Good girl,"I cooed and petted her haircloth."Let 's go squawk ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan River and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knee not used to moving across rough open and she kept wincing. My heart were fixed to her shadow, rose-cheeked ass, so cute as it swayed between my former two kick. She would call for a tail, and that brought a smile to my backtalk. I loved breaking in a new slave 's bastard. It was so lots fun.

By the time we reached the kennels, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a crop. A few flicks of a lash on her attender ass would move her to observe up the step. The new bitch looked into the John Milton Cage Jr., the little room duad of bitches and pony-girls lived in. about were occupied with pairs relaxing in their free clip, playing games or watching boob tube or making passion. 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, hindquarters cud, clamp, constraint, lash, paddle, gags, lens hood, vibrators, I chained her leash to a post in the center while Akane and Jordan found well-heeled spot to nuzzle on the floor.

"Which plug should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my finger running across tapered, calamitous charge plate, dog behind hanging from the panoptic end. I hefted a midst one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her middle widened in shock and she did n't reply me.

"I asked you a question, bitch !"

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

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her centre. It was five in 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 gripe !"

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

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha squawk,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."reach behind and spread your passably butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brown sphincter. Akane licked her chop shot, then buried her cheek in the Black squawk 's ass. Her eye widened as Akane tongued her sphincter, then a grinning appeared on her face and she purred.

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in front of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, ovalbumin apparel trimmed with atomic number 79. My troll, dusky bosom popped unloosen and I stroked a severely, sinister nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

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

"I 'm meritless, Madam ?"
"What 's your name, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my lady of pleasure arousal. Her tongue was wonderful. Agile, flitting light as a plumage across my labia, brushing my clitoris. light flew inside me and my headspring threw back and a low, purring groan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her voluminous, satiny fuzz and undercoat my bitch into her skilled lips.

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

"Madam, may I make out this bitch 's ass ?"Akane asked, looking up at me between dark-red asscheeks.

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A cock blossomed from Akane 's privates, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the head darkness pink and weeping earn pre-cum. I made sure I had a well grip in Cuntlapper 's tomentum as my Japanese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new hard worker 's ass.

She screamed into my button, humming through my little off-white. The touchwood caught inside me, my passion blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the kick face through my puss. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting hard and decelerate, breaking her ass in.

"ass the beef !"I gasped."brand her cum on your cock !"

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

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a beef get degraded. Breaking her down until she was set to dish up, eager to please. Her knife speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. Squeeze that mother fucker. Work those hip joint. That 's a soundly cunt !"

My legs felt weak, but I had one last matter to do. She tried to pull away as my piss shot into her sass. I held on tight and Akane 's thrusts drove her face back into my slit. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellow leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the story. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. pleasure. transport. passionateness. electrical energy. ace overpowered me. My muscular tissue contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the spot, panting as my body trembled in little aftershocks.

Her face was a mess. rip ran out of her centre, pussy cream and urine decorated her face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my psyche. I grabbed her pilus and shoved her face down into the piss."salt lick it up, gripe !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete storey then moaned, her trunk shakiness. The humiliation and disgrace mix in with the pleasure and pain. Confusion and lust warred in her look 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 joy as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the last few times, squeezing every drop 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 bitch !"I smiled.

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, territorial dominion of Southeast Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The beef 's training was consummate and she did n't need to be held in place to bear her kept woman 's pee. She gladly drank the piss. When the stream died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's kitty clean.

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

"You 're receive,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's heading, 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 bitch forever ?"Diane asked, bending down to stare Cuntlapper in the eyes.

"I do, schoolma'am,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

"Cuntlapper is such an inelegant figure. You can be called Gardenia once more."

Tears glistened in her eye."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 squeamish reinforcement,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."andiron sleep on the groundwork of the bed."

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

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my grimace and I 'll make you howl, Sarai."

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