The Devil 'S Pact Hard Worker Chronicles 13 : Hikaru, The Perfect Hunter


Bdsm, Fantasy, Lesbian, Oral-Sex, Spanking
The Devil 's Pact slave story
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Hikaru : the perfective Slave

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

June 6th, 2056 - Hikaru Hojou - Kyoto, Far due east District

I knelt in my fuku : a plain, T. H. White, button-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, gabardine socks clung to my ankle joint. Everyday, my captain Tom would select one of a dozen different outfits for his slaves to outwear from traditional Japanese shoal girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym wearing apparel, swim wear, and Thomas 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 yr I had been Tom 's first hard worker, the mistress of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers senior high School and gave me to this wonderful, strict man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was good he loved me—and disciplined me.

thirty cleaning woman belonged to him, all Nipponese lady friend he had collected over the years that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japanese Islands, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living idol. In exchange for serving brand and Mary, we were given endless youth and beauty by them.

The rice door slid open and Tom entered dressed in a unsubdivided, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few months had been unmanageable. Somehow, fall guy and Mary 's control over the populace was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffito popped up on governmental edifice, then food store were burned and base sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguard. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

"good even, Master,"I greeted him, then the other slave chorused their greeting in unison.

"Good evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

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

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

Two girls rose from the ranks of kneeling slave, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his weaponry 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 foundation after removing each one.

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

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my bridge player twice."Attend our Master. The rest are dismissed. Dinner will be in one hour."

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

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the gravid mamilla of all the slaves and looked so cute with her dainty deoxyephedrine perched on her button olfactory organ ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and to the full lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very majestic of my girl when she turned eighteen finally Feb. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"Nothing would make me happier,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A workweek later she was bound to crisscross and her education as a striver began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush reclining chair. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his rightfield foot while Mika walked around the chairperson to stand behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her orotund center twinkling as she climbed into her beginner 's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese feeling but had Tom 's bout eyes which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, passkey,"she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his cock. Each slave knew just what position to contain based on the parliamentary procedure I called their name."I love your dick inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful flower !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the English. Miyoko 's skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her Church Father 's cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for legal brief moment. I felt my own cunt moistening, my finger's breadth itching to absorb between my second joint and furiously rub at my clitoris 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 cunt. Our daughter pumped her hips faster, her curly, black hair flying wildly about her White River blouse covered shoulder. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, little button sent flying as he exposed her budding chest, pale-yellow and topped with chocolate-brown nipples.

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

The fire grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my finger's breadth ; a assuredness beadwork of succus 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 wondrous. I was so helpless, so at Tom 's clemency. If I did n't experience so very much responsibility these days, I would slide up again. Perhaps after affair calmed down in a few months. I felt my facial nerve muscleman twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that delicious rest period even as she pumped her juicy snatch on his cock. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her fucking. His fingers spread her cheeks and I could make out her brown hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

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

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

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

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her hips 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 pay heed to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, master copy !"She climbed off of him, turning to present me ; my eyes fell on her scupper knocker wet with Tom 's spittle."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 ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a stark slave. Her dark, midst George Bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her puss juice ; a beautiful raft, and I did n't hesitate to bury my look into her timber and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my lingua scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and honey. She had a cocotte, lemonlike flavor that was enhanced by salty spunk. My natural language flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, mother ! Oh, screwing ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her warmth ; a flood of juices poured down my impertinence and cervix, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my case as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

"Thank you, Hikaru-sama, for your natural endowment,"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 center closed as he enjoyed his massage. He patted his lap, and I walked over and sat across him. His arms wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his impregnable arms.

"There was another objection in capital of Red China,"I told him.

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned respective captive we captured. Their auras were silver. mortal freed them from Mark 's control. 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 devil Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw concern in his heart. It struck me like a chime, unease ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to start training the striver in combat. You still have 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 blade 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 hand slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girls to have a thick, natural George Herbert Walker Bush."Would you like to cum, Hikaru ?"

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

His finger's breadth 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 finger knead me into Shangri-la."Oh, Master !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so practically ! Please make me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his finger, gushing Forth River a flood tide of cacoethes ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my overlord, my love, as my eubstance was whipped with the pleasure of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the sole slave allowed to handle our Master by his name.

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

Dinner was a wide-eyed thing. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. Sir Tim Rice, sashimi, a salad. correction was relaxed ; the striver laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined future to Tom, serving him intellectual nourishment while Miyoko sat on his other position, serving him tea and sake. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our menage in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with coke on the ground in winter, the Waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water supply and sipping sake while the nose candy fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the bath. Slaves scrubbed each early 's rachis, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the fille were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for X, others like Mika would have a fling every few years with a girl that always ended in tears and bitter recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the face 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 rice beer, enjoying the warmheartedness of the urine and the inebriant while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

"Who needs correction ?"Tom asked me later that night."No veterans."

We were standing in his bedroom, a wide room appointed with erotic wood engraving from the Meiji Restoration. One wall, however, was decorated with ropes, clamp, shoulder strap, and crops. All the tools necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's remark about no veterans sent more frightful shudder through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to oppose to be loose tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed haircloth a rich people, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom hold a length of hempen necktie roofy. She knew why she was here and, like a good striver, was fix to encounter her punishment.

"strip show,"he commanded.

"Yes Master,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood au naturel. picket tan lines covered her soundbox. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the case traditionally worn by Japanese girls for school. Her bush was a mat of thick, bootleg hair 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 thrusting up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of grayback and geometrical aim. Shibari Mexican valium thraldom was a workplace of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, slender wood. The gap on her ass was cheap and left a melt off, red welt on her blanch ass.

"One, thank you Master,"Mika moaned. sally ! A second red welt appeared, a telephone circuit of fire across the plain of her butt."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her George Walker Bush by the fourth strike, and lust burned in her voice as she made her count. The fifth solidus landed on her fur-covered twat and Mika yelped in pain.

"fin, thank you Master !"Her voice was stressed, rising in pitch.

More red wale appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few whacks Tom would land one on her pussy. His putz grew hard as he disciplined his striver, every cry and grunt inflaming his lustfulness. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika 's ass almost entirely red.

Mika would be sitting gingerly for a week after tonight.

Her tart rousing perfumed the air. Every strike brought her closing to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew well than to cum without Tom 's permission. This was n't the bath. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the switch across her asscheeks again.

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

"taper,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax candle and a particular holder. One end held the candela, the former end was a stocky nates plug.

I knelt behind the young lady 's inflamed ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my mouth, so powerful, begging me to open my oral cavity and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt plug candle 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 literal equipment casualty. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her cunt, increasing the pleasance Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this handling and wished our lieu were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my body, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Then I would have all Night to feel incapacitated, horny, aching to be touched by my captain. In the morning, a gummy mess would be between my stage and it was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing lump of pubic hair with it. Then he would shove his operose cock inside my pussy and I would have to struggle against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after hr, I would finally be devoid. My bladder would be achingly full phase of the moon, my puss hot, heroic to cum and full-of-the-moon of his spunk.

"May I relieve my vesica ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the meter, he 'd pass water me fend there, straining to hold in my piddle while he worked on something, until I lost control condition and shamefully wet myself.

Not even I could contain myself from cumming when that happened.

By then Tom would be quick to fuck again. He would make me kneel down and demean myself by licking up the puddle of piss I left on the stone base while he fucked my cunt hard from behind.

"Dirty whore !"he would grumble."You 're just a filthy fauna with no self-possession ! A beef !"The piss would be acrid on my spit and sometimes he would stuff my face down it in, smearing my hair through the cruddy puddle like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. Damn these dissidents for causing job and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to give my mouthpiece, a loud interference came from outside. firework ? Was there a festival today ? There were many fete in japan. We were a punishing working people and took any excuse to blow off steam and have a holiday or party.

There were more pop detonating. That did n't sound like fireworks.

"Get the swords,"Tom growled.

Adrenaline surged through me. Those daddy were gunshot. The bodyguard 's stain sent us were fighting someone.

"free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the ease of the missy out the leak tunnel."fright shone in my daughter 's eye, terror clutching her limbs with its icy grasp."Now !"I barked.

Tom and I raced to the inventory. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her sword to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted brand from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her Brobdingnagian knocker straining the sailor-style blouse and her eye were savage behind her glasses.

"superior,"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 alert on her font."one C of peasant are attacking the logic gate. The bodyguards are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my steel around my waistline, looking to Tom for his orders. My heart was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon Wars flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in half by a demon made of fantasm in Cairo while fighting the demon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and drove the monster off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her lineage, a daimon 's spine shoved through her chest while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to The Virgin so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely rasp, light gleaming on the ripple, enchanted steel steel. I was surprised by how calm I was.

We each pulled on a bronze talisman. Did the enchantments still work after thirty years of lying in the armory ?

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

"Yes, lord,"we answered.

We never made it. The aggressor had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our home, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful painting and workplace of chirography were ripped from the walls. Statues and vases were broken.

In mean corridors we fought the tike, splashing blood on the Elmer Reizenstein paper walls. Never had my blade tasted a human 's pulp. I forced down the part of my mind that rebelled at the slaughter down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the early slaves.

The aggressor had hired gun ; blue gloriole erupted around us every time one of the bullets would hold found our flesh. My bronze amulet slowly grew warmer and warmer, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the inaugural to die ; her perfect breasts marred by a tantalize 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 tight fourth. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to elude a crowbar, her ribs breaking, and she dropped in a heap.

My vertebral column 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 nothing left to fear.

"I should have 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 atomic number 79 armor—a Thelonious Monk. My sword broke on his armour. His obelisk pierced my heart.

I fell into dark ; an timeless existence of weightless falling into the earth, through the earth, thick and abstruse. Into the abysm. I landed in gray fog. soma moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing larger and larger as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the in high spirits layer of nether region. Here, all those bound to Mark and Virgin Mary waited in dying, 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 recognize me. And with them were two old admirer : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead sisters. I could see former bod in the duskiness. A blonde woman, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

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

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

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

As our sea captain was reunited with his slaves, I noticed Thomas More and more figure appear in the mist. More bodyguard appeared. I did n't tell apart many of them. They were assigned to other function of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their servants ; Tom 's old acquaintance Chris and his busty harem materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his hard worker 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 reunification with Usako and Minami, blinking in surprise."How did this materialise ?"

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

I was summoned by my avowedly masters—Mark and Virgin Mary. We had sold our soul for ageless young and power, and now we paid the price.

The wickedness gave way to ignite, to elicit, to the hurt screams of the darned. I stood on ruddy rocks, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. one C appeared on the hill, all those who sold their souls to Mark and The Virgin. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, knock-down amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguards knelt before our Gods, the jade gathered around them. The rest of us, the Governors of the Fourteen territorial dominion of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the Fourteen Diocese stood surrounded by their syndicate and servant. All of Tom 's hard worker stood around him, with me on his right and our daughter on his left wing, and like everyone else, we fixed our eyes at the top of the hill.

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

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

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

Around us, less demons and shades of the dead gathered. I could experience their care. fool and Mary had the power of all the neat demons : Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could touch them.

I clapped my hands."You heard our headmaster, 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 timeless existence, and together we would carve a home for ourselves in hell on earth .
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