The daemon 's pact Slave story
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sarai : brothel keeper of the dog house

Note : Sarai had always been a submissive gay woman and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's Pact Slave history 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for beta interpretation this.

"The disobedience of sis Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's dismay. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will care an ungrateful beast, then I shall care for her like one .'So the bread and butter God placed a collar about her throat, dog ears upon her school principal, and inserted a butt chew into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his deal to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to perform many humiliating acts. The will of sis Cuntrag was finally bent to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slut ,'she begged, and was transformed from the pollute Nun who dared oppose our Supreme Being into Karen, the holy trollop, by virtue of our divinity'dear and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

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

I contemplated my front-runner transition of the Gospel of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the kernel of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the sanctum jade '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 name Sister Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the for the first time woman to ever overtop me. She took my maidenhead in the john of Delta plane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a hostess then. Karen taught me to accept that I was a lesbian and leave my lead astray, Moslem beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot social 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 apartment, she made me her slave while Via watched.

Diane rose high in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of sou'-east Asia. My lover collected other slaves over the geezerhood. limited women trained by me to please her. All were phoney girl of the God Mark. I followed the teachings of the gospel singing, and broke each girl to my Mistresses desire.

"Madam,"a gentle voice whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slaves kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven sinister hair, and Akane Mirai, Prunus amygdalus eyes and porcelain case, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal squawk, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal armed service. They wore dog collars about their cervix ; headbands with dog spike on their heads, and butt plugs adorned with dog hind end up their asses.

Just like sanctum Karen.

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

"schoolmistress commands your mien at the residence, 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 tercet, and they crawled before me, their cute asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large Christian church, believer and clergy bowed to me.

Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my rickshaw. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their arse, their hair's-breadth long, falling down their naked binding. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the ricksha. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's posterior. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my pony tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servant used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their profession based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, government workers in grayish suits and ties, nurses in red scrubs and Doctor of the Church in aristocratical. Everyone was happy. It was the Gods Final Commandment :"breakthrough fulfillment and joy in whatever job, spouse, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The lonesome rattling choice a person made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful young woman or big vernal man was allowed that choice. Sex slaves were the symbolisation of position. If you worked firmly at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made good time with encouragement from my party whip licking their cute asses. They had a nice sheen of sweat on their tan peel. Both were blond, their hair lightened by decennium in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girls were Diane 's earliest collections.

"You did good,"I praised as my bitches unharnessed them. I held up shekels cubes and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

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

"You two have earned an good afternoon of pleasure,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a bringing up span, and had two girl that also served as shot glass. Mistress allowed Lily to accept a cock and she was summoning it the second the female child were locked in their cell. I wanted to rest and watch the girlfriend make dear, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the discipline, sitting in her chair. The subject area had her desk, shelves for books, and one recession was given over to discipline. A brisk work bench with shoulder strap to take hold down an rumbustious slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a choice of whips, crop, and boat paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ears and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had trivial bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't sleep in the kennels, instead the five of them would find a room and eternal sleep in a agglomerate of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a uneasy, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, black hair that piled about her shoulder joint. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a nice yoke of daily round, plump tits and a curvy figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two bitches heeling me."You summoned me, Mistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My newest slave. I want her trained as a bitch."

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

"Yes,"she muttered with a dour scowl. Diane had a knack for finding female child that were less than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, brothel keeper,"I corrected."Fail to come up to 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 collar at her."From now on you are a bitch, and bitch wear their apprehension at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her head. I could feel Diane 's optic 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 bitch grasp.

They hauled the struggling girl, her breasts bouncing nicely. My cunt were impregnable, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and bent her over the backbreaking Grant Wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the benches leg, then strapped her knees to the early side, spreading her full clear and giving me a good look at the knotty, black Bush between her thighs.

"The boat paddle,"Diane ordered."20 spanks."

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her face between Diane 's thighs, busily working her spit through Diane 's pussy. Mistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained shadow with yap drilled in the wood. I gave it a golf stroke, the air whistling through the holes.

perfective tense. I moved to the disobedient hussy and swung.

Crack !

"holy shit !"Gardenia gasped.

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

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

Akane licked Gardenia 's cheek and whispered in her ear,"You should experience said, 'Thank you, Madam, this cunt needs xix Thomas More spankings .'You count down, okay."

smack ! Gardenia 's dark bottom was tinged red.

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

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

Like unspoiled cop-bad cop from TV display and movies, I was the harsh schoolma'am and Jordon and Akane the ennoble slaves.

Spank !

"Thank you, Madam. This b-bitch needs seventeen Sir Thomas More spankings,"she sobbed.
"wrong !"I smacked her ass with my bare hand. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the enumeration at the kickoff. You do n't get to skip ahead."

sally !

"Thank you, ma'am,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This bitch needs nineteen More spankings."

"Good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her depart cheek, landing a courteous gust."Thank you, Madam !"she gasped."This bitch needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her face jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the bonds. 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 cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood of juices down my thighs.

I would need easement when I finished.

Crack ! Smack ! Crack !

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

"Thank you, Madam ! This beef needs three Thomas More spankings !"

Another stinging smacking, reddened cheeks jiggling, my pussy combustion for a woman 's mouth.

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

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

"Thank you, Madam ! This kick needs one More spanking !"

I wanted to rub my cunt on her burning ass.

Crack !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my shave pussy. Gardenia cried in painfulness as I rubbed my pussy on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her elastic material body, smearing my juices, an ointment to soothe her combustion as she soothed mine."immortal yes !"My kitty-cat contracted, cream squirting out as my body thrashed in passion. My oral sex threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as exaltation engulfed me.

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

"free her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The young woman wiped her tears from her narrow human face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full phase of the moon of defiance. I thrust the pinch at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking bench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"trade good,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a public figure for a beef. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

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

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

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the triplet so she looked at me."Then answer my question, Cuntlapper."

"Umm, on all fours."She winced, fearing she gave the damage answer.

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

"trade good girl,"I cooed and petted her hair."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just abide by Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across rough surfaces and she kept wincing. My center were fixed to her shadow, blushful ass, so cunning as it swayed between my early two beef. She would need a empennage, and that brought a smile to my back talk. I loved breaking in a new slave 's cocksucker. 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 moving-picture show of a whip on her tender ass would motivate her to stay fresh up the rate. The new bitch looked into the cages, the small rooms brace of cunt and pony-girls lived in. near were occupied with pairs relaxing in their absolve fourth dimension, playing biz or watching television or making love. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the wall covered with all sorts of sexual toy dog : dildos, goat plugs, clamp, restraints, whiplash, paddles, gags, exhaust hood, vibrators, I chained her leash to a situation in the essence while Akane and Jordan found comfortable spot to draw close on the floor.

"Which sparking plug should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my fingerbreadth running across tapered, pitch blackness credit card, dog rear hanging from the wide of the mark end. I hefted a thick one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her eyes widened in jounce and she did n't do me.

"I asked you a interrogation, bitch !"

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

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

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese gripe crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her bum."On your handwriting and knees, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha bitch,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."range behind and distribute your pretty butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brown sphincter. Akane licked her chops, then buried her nerve in the Black bitch 's ass. Her center widened as Akane tongued her sphincter muscle, then a grinning appeared on her face and she purred.

"You like that, beef ?"I asked, standing in front of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, T. H. White clothes trimmed with amber. My stave, dusky bosom popped release and I stroked a knockout, dark nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

My dress slipped to the floor and her eye fell upon my naked curvature."Time to put your mouth its proper use."

"I 'm sorry, madam ?"
"What 's your epithet, squawk ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my sporting lady arousal. Her tongue was grand. Agile, flitting luminance as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. Sparks flew inside me and my chief threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my back talk. I gathered a fistful of her voluminous, silken hair and primer my bitch into her skilled lips.

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

"dame, may I fuck 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 crotch, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the capitulum dark pinko and weeping clear pre-cum. I made certainly I had a good hold in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Nipponese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my clitoris, humming through my little pearl. The tinder caught inside me, my Passion of Christ blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the cunt face through my pussy. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting strong and deadening, breaking her ass in.

"screw the bitch !"I gasped."Make her cum on your cock !"

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

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her down feather until she was cook to serve, bore to please. Her knife speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. Squeeze that asshole. Work those hips. That 's a good bitch !"

My leg felt weak, but I had one in conclusion thing to do. She tried to draw in away as my pissing shot into her mouth. I held on smashed and Akane 's thrusts drove her facial expression back into my pussy. I sighed, joy tingling through me as I emptied my vesica. Acrid jaundiced leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the floor. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. Pleasure. exaltation. Passion. Electricity. star overpowered me. My musculus contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the stake, panting as my consistence trembled in small aftershocks.

Her face was a mass. Tears ran out of her centre, slit cream and urine decorated her face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my school principal. I grabbed her hair and shoved her case down into the water."Lick it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete floor then moaned, her body trembling. The humiliation and shame integrate with the pleasure and pain. mental confusion and lustfulness warred in her face 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 pleasure as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the concluding few times, squeezing every drop of her source 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 cunt !"I smiled.

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

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's oral cavity. The gripe 's training was unadulterated and she did n't want to be held in seat to accept her fancy woman 's piss. She gladly drank the pissing. When the flow died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

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

"You 're welcome,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's head, 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, schoolmarm,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

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

Tears 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 brim."You 're going to get a very gracious reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."Dogs sleep on the infantry of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our pes, her coffee pelt stark against the whiten comforter.

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my boldness and I 'll make you wrawl, Sarai."

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