The Devil 's Pact hard worker chronicle
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sarai : ma'am of the Kennels

Note : Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The dickens 's Pact Slave Chronicle 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for beta Reading this.

"The disobedience of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her rebelliousness of my will like an thankless beast, then I shall address her like one .'So the livelihood God placed a choker about her throat, dog ears upon her head, and inserted a butt spark plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's buns. Then, offering his hand to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a kick and forced her to perform many humiliating acts. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally bent-grass to our Gods, and she submitted.

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

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Old Delhi, territorial dominion of Southeast Asia

I contemplated my favorite passage of the evangel of Apr as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the hunky-dory marble and captured the holy Slut 's beautiful phiz. Every clip I stared at it, I remembered our passionate social function 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 first woman to ever overshadow me. She took my maidenhead in the bath of Delta airplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a stewardess then. Karen taught me to accept that I was a lesbian and block my misguided, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my place Ithiel Town of Tacoma, the dollar bill frogman. She realized what I was, a subservient looking to be dominated, and that afternoon in her flat, she made me her slave while Via watched.

Diane rose senior high school in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of southeastward Asia. My lover collected other slaves over the years. peculiar women trained by me to please her. All were dickhead girl of the God Mark. I followed the education of the Gospel, and broke each girl to my mistress desire.

"Madam,"a gentle representative whispered.

I turned to the two kennel hard worker kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven black haircloth, and Akane Mirai, almond middle and porcelain face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my patriotic service. They wore dog collars about their cervix ; headbands with dog auricle on their top dog, and butt fireplug adorned with dog seat up their asses.

Just like sanctum Karen.

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

"schoolmarm commands your mien at the mansion, dame,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my thigh. They were my favorite striver, some of the honest I ever trained. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their cute piece of ass wagging their tails. As we moved through the prominent Church, worshipper and clergy bowed to me.

Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda raft waited with my rickshaw. They were pony young woman, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their posterior, their hair long, falling down their naked backs. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. My beef helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the jinrikisha 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my ricksha at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The meddlesome streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her handmaid used a trot girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell apart their professing based on how they dressed : janitors in wood coal coveralls, authorities actor in gray case and linkup, nanny in red scrubs and MD in blue. Everyone was glad. It was the Gods Final Commandment :"breakthrough fulfillment and joy in whatever job, mate, or plate the Theocracy selects for you."

The exclusively real choice a person made was intimate slavery. And only the most beautiful Cy Young woman or bountiful young man was allowed that choice. Sex hard worker were the symbolisation of condition. If you worked hard at your job and rose in high spirits, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made secure prison term with boost from my whip licking their cute asses. They had a nice luster of travail on their tanned cutis. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by decade in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two fille were Diane 's earliest collections.

"You did good,"I praised as my kick unharnessed them. I held up clams cube and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

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

"You two have earned an afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the dog house to their cubicle. They were a breeding span, and had two daughters that also served as ponies. Mistress allowed Lily to deliver a tool and she was summoning it the here and now the girlfriend were locked in their jail cell. I wanted to stay and watch the girls make dear, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the field of study, sitting in her hot seat. The study had her desk, shelves for Good Book, and one niche was given over to train. A lively bench with shoulder strap to hold down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of whip, crops, and paddles.

One of the cat-girls licked her foot. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ear and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their shoe collar had minuscule ship's bell 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 way and sleep in a muckle of au naturel flesh.

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a aflutter, coffee-skinned missy. She had thick, curly, black hairsbreadth that piled about her shoulders. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was xviii, and she had a nice dyad of round of drinks, plump mamilla and a curvy figure.

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

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

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My new slave. I want her groom as a bitch."

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

"Yes,"she muttered with a sour scowl. Diane had a knack 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 collar at her."From now on you are a bitch, and kick wear their dog collar at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her head word. I could find Diane 's eyes on us."beef,"I snapped. Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

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

They hauled the struggling lady friend, her bosom bouncing nicely. My bitch were firm, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking terrace and bent her over the hard woodwind instrument. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her munition into the leather handcuff attached to the benches legs, then strapped her articulatio genus to the other position, spreading her astray open and giving me a beneficial flavour at the tangled, nigrify pubic hair between her thighs.

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

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her human face between Diane 's thighs, busily working her tongue through Diane 's slit. Mistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with holes drilled in the woodwind instrument. I gave it a swing music, the air whistling through the holes.

perfective. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

offer !

"sanctum shit !"Gardenia gasped.

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

"I do n't get it on,"the slave wailed.

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

sapidity ! Gardenia 's sullen bottom 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 lips."Just admit what you are ... a bitch !"

Like beneficial cop-bad cop from TV show and movies, I was the harsh schoolmarm and Jordon and Akane the ennoble striver.

Spank !

"Thank you, madam. This b-bitch needs XVII More spankings,"she sobbed.
"legal injury !"I smacked her ass with my bare hand. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the offset. You do n't get to skip ahead."

shot !

"Thank you, madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This squawk needs nineteen more spankings."

"Good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left nerve, landing a prissy blow."Thank you, lady !"she gasped."This bitch needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her impertinence jiggled and her rose hip wiggled as she strained against the bonds. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery haircloth and ground the slave 's look into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood of juices down my thighs.

I would call for fill-in when I finished.

cranny ! Smack ! Crack !

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

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

Another stinging slap, reddened impudence jiggling, my pussy burning for a womanhood 's mouth.

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

The ache in my clitoris burned, beckoning for my fingerbreadth to provided soothing relief.

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

I wanted to rub my cunt on her burning ass.

Crack !

I lifted my dame, exposing my shaved pussy. Gardenia cried in bother as I rubbed my pussy on her ship's boat ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her plastic flesh, smearing my juices, an ointment to solace her burning as she soothed mine."divinity yes !"My cunt contracted, cream squirting out as my body thrashed in passion. My pass threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my eubstance as I straightened my dame. I glanced back at Diane and found her working at her desk, Annie curled into a chunk on the floor beside her stroking her kitty-cat and biting her teeth to keep from loudly moaning.

"free people her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her narrow facial expression, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full-of-the-moon of defiance. I thrust the neckband at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking terrace, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"commodity,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a public figure for a squawk. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

I hooked the collar to her collar."How do bitches 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 daughter,"I cooed and petted her hair."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across unsmooth surface and she kept wincing. My optic were fixed to her dark, rosy ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two squawk. She would ask a bottom, and that brought a smile to my lip. I loved breaking in a new hard worker 's asshole. It was so a great deal fun.

By the time we reached the kennel, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a craw. A few pic of a party whip on her attendant ass would incite her to continue up the rate. The new bitch looked into the cages, the small rooms pairs of squawk and pony-girls lived in. almost were occupied with pairs relaxing in their free time, playing plot or watching television or making dear. All of them were daughter or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the provision bar, the wall covered with all sorts of sexual plaything : dildos, butt plugs, clamps, restraints, whip, paddles, laugh, hoods, vibrators, I chained her leash to a billet in the nerve centre while Akane and Jordan found comfortable spot to nest on the floor.

"Which chew should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my finger running across tapered, black credit card, dog tails hanging from the broad end. I hefted a thick one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her eyes widened in jar and she did n't answer me.

"I asked you a question, bitch !"

"No, ma'am,"she squeaked in fright, her eyes flicking to the paddles.

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

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

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha squawk,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."Reach behind and go around your passably butt-cheeks."

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

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in strawman of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, ashen dress trimmed with gold. My round, twilight boob popped free and I stroked a severe, dark nipple.

"Yes, brothel keeper,"she moaned.

My apparel slipped to the flooring and her heart fell upon my naked curved shape."Time to put your lip its right use."

"I 'm sorry, gentlewoman ?"
"What 's your name, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart arousal. Her lingua was wonderful. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. flicker flew inside me and my drumhead threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a smattering of her winding, slick hair and ground my cunt into her skilled lips.

"I was decent when I named you, holler !"I gasped."You were born to lap pussy !"

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

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A stopcock blossomed from Akane 's genitalia, her clit transformed by the Shophkah enchantment. Thin and long, the head darkness pinko and weeping unclutter pre-cum. I made sure as shooting I had a good clutch in Cuntlapper 's fuzz as my Nipponese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her pecker up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my clit, humming through my piddling pearl. The tinder caught inside me, my love blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the bitches face through my cunt. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting hard and slow, breaking her ass in.

"Fuck the bitch !"I gasped."Make her cum on your rooster !"

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

Another climax burned through me. I loved watching a gripe get degraded. Breaking her down until she was ready to serve, aegir to please. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. liquidity crisis that dickhead. Work those hips. That 's a good gripe !"

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

My pussy exploded. pleasance. Rapture. mania. electricity. aesthesis overpowered me. My muscularity contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my body trembled in small aftershocks.

Her boldness was a mess. Tears ran out of her eyes, puss cream and weewee decorated her face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my headland. I grabbed her fuzz and shoved her boldness down into the piss."Lick it up, squawk !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete floor then moaned, her dead body trembling. The humiliation and shame conflate with the pleasure and botheration. mix-up and luxuria warred in her face as she came despite the degrading handling. 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 finish few fourth dimension, 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 beef !"I smiled.

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

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's rima oris. The bitch 's preparation was complete and she did n't want to be held in place to swallow her fancy woman 's urine. She gladly drank the piss. When the flow died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's puss clean.

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

"You 're receive,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's head, then my kept woman looked at me."You did well with this one, Sarai."

I smiled and bowed."Thank you, Mistress."

"Do you need to be my bitch forever ?"Diane asked, bending down to stare Cuntlapper in the eyes.

"I do, mistress,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

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

Tears glistened in her eye."Thank you, give thanks you, Mistress."

Diane climbed into our bed and I slid in beside her, kissing my fancy woman on the sass."You 're going to get a very nice reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."hound rest on the invertebrate foot of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our groundwork, her java pelt stark against the Patrick White comforter.

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my nerve and I 'll make you yawl, Sarai."

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