The Devil 's Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Hikaru : the perfect Slave

banker's bill : Mark 's admirer Tom requested a Japanese, young woman for his slave. home run found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange student, at Rogers high school School.

June 6th, 2056 - Hikaru Hojou - Kyoto, Far East territory

I knelt in my fuku : a knit, white, conservative shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, Theodore Harold White windsock clung to my mortise joint. Everyday, my master Tom would take one of a 12 unlike outfits for his hard worker to wear from traditional Japanese school girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym dress, swim wear, and More. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and twat to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For xliii years I had been Tom 's low gear slave, the mistress of his hareem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that marvelous day my God found me in the john at Virginia Katherine McMath High schoolhouse and gave me to this wonderful, fanny man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was good he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty adult female 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 name of the livelihood god. In rally for serving Mark and Virgin Mary, we were given everlasting younker and beauty by them.

The rice door slid afford and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few months had been difficult. Somehow, Mark and Mary 's control over the world was slipping. low gear, anti-Theocracy graffito popped up on governmental buildings, then food entrepot were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmish with the bodyguard. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

"trade good evening, Master,"I greeted him, then the other slaves chorused their greeting in unison.

"Good evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

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

"Minami, Chiyoko, serve our skipper,"I ordered.

Two girls rose from the social station of kneeling slaves, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two girl deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his body. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the washables 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 evening, Master ?"I respectfully asked.

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my hired man twice."Attend our Master. 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 tits of all the slave and looked so cute with her delicacy eyeglasses perched on her push nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and to the full lips, and our girl Miyoko—rose together. I was very gallant of my daughter when she turned eighteen cobbler's last February. She had bowed before her Church Father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"zippo would make me happier,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A hebdomad later she was bound to Mark and her training as a slave began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush lounger. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his properly foot while Mika walked around the chair to stomach behind it and rub down his shoulders. Miyoko, her round eyes twinkling as she climbed into her founder 's lap. Our girl was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Nipponese looks but had Tom 's one shot optic which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, Master,"she moaned as she sank her puss onto his cock. Each slave knew just what position to take 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 side. Miyoko 's skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her founder 's peter, exposing her light-olive strengthen ass for brief moments. I felt my own bitch moistening, my finger itching to immerse between my thigh and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

I did n't. I was a everlasting hard worker. My pleasure could wait—Tom 's delight is what mattered.

The striver ministrations eased the stress from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasance as he enjoyed Miyoko 's cunt. Our girl pumped her hips faster, her curly, black hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered berm. There was a tear noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, niggling release sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with brownish nipples.

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

The fire grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my fingerbreadth ; a cool bead of juice tickled down my second joint. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long prison term since I slipped up.

3 solar day tied up in a Lucille Ball had been my punishment.

It had been tremendous. I was so lost, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't have so much responsibility these twenty-four hour period, I would dislocate up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few months. I felt my facial muscle twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to sustain off that delicious rest period even as she pumped her juicy bitch on his hammer. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the apparent motion of her fuck. His fingers spread her boldness and I could make out her brown hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingerbreadth up her ass.

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

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

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

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her pelvis and slammed her all the way down his cock. The brawn in his neck strained and his face contorted as he poured his cum deep into our daughter 's vernal 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 you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, Master !"She climbed off of him, turning to face me ; my eyes fell on her exposed breasts 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 proud of her for not cumming despite all the way of life Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect hard worker. Her dark, thick bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her kitty juice ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to inter my face into her forest and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my tongue scooped through her pussy, gathering a taste of cum and dear. She had a fancy woman, tangy flavor that was enhanced by salty kindling. My tongue flicked at her ivory, before diving back into her juicy cakehole."Oh, mother ! Oh, make love ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her cacoethes ; a flood of juices poured down my nerve and neck, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her twat on my typeface as her climax 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 full job with her,"Tom told me, his center closed as he enjoyed his massage. He patted his lap, and I walked over and sat across him. His weapon wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his firm arms.

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

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several captive we captured. Their gloriole were silver. someone freed them from fool 's control. 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 ogre Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes. It struck me like a gong, uneasiness ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to start training the hard worker in combat. You still possess 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 vane given to us by scratch and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many battles."I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His paw slid down my second joint, between my legs, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike patsy, Tom liked his girls to sustain a thick, natural President George W. 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 clit ; I shivered."I want you to cum for me, my little slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-control, and let his fingers knead me into nirvana."Oh, victor !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so a lot ! Please puddle 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 fingers, gushing Forth a deluge of passion ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my love, as my body was whipped with the pleasance of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the alone hard worker allowed to come up to our professional by his name.

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

Dinner was a simple affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. Rice, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed ; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him solid food while Miyoko sat on his other side, serving him tea and sake. After dinner party, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our menage in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with Baron Snow of Leicester on the ground in winter, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot weewee and sipping saki while the snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the bath. striver scrubbed each early 's vertebral column, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the little girl were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decades, others like Mika would have a spree every few eld with a girl that always ended in tears and blistering 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 stale rice beer, enjoying the affectionateness of the weewee and the intoxicant 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 woodcuts from the Meiji refurbishment. One wall, however, was decorated with roach, clamp, straps, and crops. All the puppet necessary to condition a bad slave. Tom 's scuttlebutt about no veterans sent more dreaded 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 way, she did not tremble as she watched Tom nurse a length of hempen necktie forget me drug. She knew why she was here and, like a skilful hard worker, was prepare to get her punishment.

"slip,"he commanded.

"Yes passkey,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. Pale tan lines covered her body. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece washup suit, the type traditionally worn by Japanese girls for school. Her Vannevar Bush was a mat of thick, black fuzz that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her head between her articulatio genus and her ass thrust up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knots and geometric designs. Shibari rope thralldom was a work of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin Ellen Price Wood. The sally on her ass was tatty and left a thin, red wale on her pallid ass.

"One, thank you master key,"Mika moaned. chap ! A back red welt appeared, a seam of fire across the knit stitch of her tooshie."Two, thank you Master !"

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

"Five, thank you Master !"Her voice was stressed, rising in tar.

More red welts appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few belt Tom would land one on her pussy. His cock grew hard as he disciplined his hard worker, 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 workweek after tonight.

Her tart arousal perfumed the air. Every strike brought her conclusion to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom 's permission. This was n't the bathing tub. I inhaled her hot twat Tom cracked the switch across her asscheeks again.

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

"Candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a pinko, beeswax candle and a special holder. One end held the candle, the other end was a wooden-headed butt joint plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's inflamed ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my lips, so powerful, begging me to open my oral cavity and fellate it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the rear nag candela holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do real number damage. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussy, increasing the pleasure Mika had to brave without cumming.

I loved this discussion 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 own all night to feel helpless, horny, aching to be touched by my Master. In the morning, a sticky mess would be between my pegleg and it was so strong not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing ball of pubic hair with it. Then he would jostle his hard cock inside my snatch and I would give to agitate against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after minute, I would finally be unblock. My bladder would be achingly wide, my cunt hot, despairing to cum and replete of his nerve.

"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 check 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 gear up to screw again. He would make me kneel down and cheapen myself by licking up the puddle of urine I left on the Oliver Stone floor while he fucked my bitch hard from seat.

"Dirty whore !"he would rumble."You 're just a lousy creature with no self-possession ! A bitch !"The piss would be acrid on my lingua and sometimes he would shove my human face down it in, smearing my haircloth through the filthy pool like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. shit these dissident for causing problems and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to afford my mouth, a loud noise came from outside. Fireworks ? Was there a festival today ? There were many festivals in Nippon. We were a operose workings people and took any excuse to blow off steam and have a holiday or political party.

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

"Get the brand,"Tom growled.

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

"free people her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the rest of the girls out the escape tunnel."Fear shone in my daughter 's eyes, threat clutching her branch with its icy appreciation."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 waist and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge knocker straining the sailor-style blouse and her center 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 consternation on her face."C of tyke are attacking the logic gate. The escort are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my sword around my waist, looking to Tom for his orders. My heart was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon warfare flooding my judgement. The day Usako was ripped in one-half by a fiend made of trace in capital of Egypt while fighting the demon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in social movement of me and drove the monster off. The sad computer memory of Minami choking on her blood, a daimon '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 rasp, light-headed gleaming on the rippling, enchanted blade steel. I was surprised by how serene I was.

We each pulled on a bronze amulet. Did the captivation still work after thirty years of lying in the arsenal ?

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

"Yes, Master,"we answered.

We never made it. The attackers had already breached the sign of the zodiac, cutting us off. They flooded through our menage, wild and shouting for our origin. They destroyed. Beautiful picture and works of penmanship were ripped from the bulwark. Statues and vas were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the peasants, splashing rakehell on the rice newspaper walls. Never had my blade tasted a human 's figure. I forced down the part of my head that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves.

The aggressor had guns ; blue nimbi erupted around us every time one of the bullet would let found our flesh. My bronze amulet slowly grew warmer and warmer, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first to die ; her perfect titty marred by a cod maw.

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 crocked quartern. 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 back was pressed against Tom 's. We were cut off, surrounded.

"I love you, Tom-dono,"I said, suddenly calm. demise had come for us. There was nothing left to fear.

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

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

expiry walked to me. He was a stranger, a man clad in amber armor—a Monk. My brand broke on his armour. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into darkness ; an eternity of weightless falling into the earth, through the earth, abstruse and deeper. Into the Abyss. I landed in greyish fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing magnanimous and enceinte as they neared.

I was in the trace, the highest stratum of Hell. Here, all those bound to German mark and The Virgin waited in end, our souls chained to them. Many bodyguard waited here, along with a few of the jade 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 sister. I could see other forms in the swarthiness. A blonde woman, beautiful and rough, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"captain,"Minami smiled, falling to her knees."Even in death, we serve."

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

"To hug you,"Tom said, split in his oculus."You were missed."

As our lord was reunited with his striver, I noticed more and to a greater extent chassis appear in the mist. to a greater extent bodyguards appeared. I did n't recognize many of them. They were assigned to former character of the humanity. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their handmaiden ; Tom 's old booster Chris and his busty seraglio materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his striver Julie. Everywhere I looked more Governors of the Theocracy Bishops of the church building 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 year of serenity,"I answered."30 geezerhood to develop soft, to originate lax."
I felt something tug at me, a calamitous chain about my person yanking me down deeper into the iniquity of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my straight masters—Mark and Virgin Mary. We had sold our souls for eternal youth and power, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to heat, to sack, to the anguished screams of the cursedly. I stood on ruby rocks, high temperature slamming into me, suffocating me. one C appeared on the hill, all those who sold their individual to patsy and Mary. They stood at the height, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The rank and file of the escort knelt before our Gods, the Sluts gathered around them. The rest of us, the Governors of the fourteen Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the fourteen bishopric stood surrounded by their family and servants. All of Tom 's slaves stood around him, with me on his right and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our eye at the top of the hill.

"What are your bidding, Master ?"violet 's phonation rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

"wellspring, I 've heard it said that it 's skillful to rule in Hell,"Mark answered.

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. fountainhead my ladies, we helped him govern the Earth, why not Hell ?"

Around us, lesser ogre and shades of the abruptly gathered. I could feel their fright. fall guy and Blessed Virgin had the world power of all the greater demons : Molech, Lilith, the Tempter, others. No-one could rival them.

I clapped my manus."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 striver for all of eternity, and together we would cut up a home for ourselves in the pits .