The Lucifer 's Pact Slave account
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect Slave

Note : scrape 's ally Tom requested a Japanese, young woman for his slave. Mark found Hikaru Hojou, an rally student, at Carl Rogers High School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a plain, Edward White, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green plaid skirt. Loose, white wind sleeve clung to my ankle joint. Everyday, my master Tom would select one of a dozen different outfits for his slaves to wear from traditional Japanese shoal girl uniforms—the fuku—to nanny uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swimming wearing, and more. Kneeling like I was, the doll had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For 43 days I had been Tom 's first base slave, the schoolmarm of his serail, and the female parent of his girl. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers senior high school school day and gave me to this wonderful, stern man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was ripe he loved me—and disciplined me.

thirty woman belonged to him, all Japanese girls he had collected over the years that he had been the governor of the Far due east. Tom ruled Japan, Republic of China, Han-Gook, Siberia, and Manchuria in the gens of the sustenance Gods. In exchange for serving Mark and Madonna, we were given perpetual youth and beauty by them.

The rice door slid capable and Tom entered dressed in a childlike, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The lowest few month had been difficult. Somehow, mark and Mary 's control condition over the reality was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then food depot were burned and base sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguard. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

"Good eventide, headmaster,"I greeted him, then the other striver chorused their salutation in unison.

"good eve, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my animal foot, gliding to my master key, a smile on my look, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to find his bridge player slip down and find my bare ass beneath my skirt. When he broke the kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

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

Two girls rose from the social station of kneeling hard worker, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his branch and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his soundbox. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the wash handbasket 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 eventide, Master ?"I respectfully asked.

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

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

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

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the gravid tits of all the slaves and looked so cute with her dainty deoxyephedrine perched on her button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown tomentum and full lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very gallant of my daughter when she turned eighteen last February. She had bowed before her founding father and humbly asked to be one of his slave.

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

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his the right way metrical unit while Mika walked around the chair to place upright behind it and rub down his shoulder. Miyoko, her round eyes twinkling as she climbed into her Father 's lap. Our girl was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Nipponese looks but had Tom 's daily round middle which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, overlord,"she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his cock. Each slave knew just what place to lead based on the order I called their gens."I love your cock inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful peak !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the side of meat. Miyoko 's annulus flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's tool, exposing her light-olive chant ass for brief moments. I felt my own cunt dampening, my finger's breadth itching to plunge between my second joint and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

I did n't. I was a stark slave. My pleasure could wait—Tom 's pleasance is what mattered.

The slaves ministrations eased the tension from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasance as he enjoyed Miyoko 's pussy. Our daughter pumped her hip joint faster, her curly, inkiness tomentum flying wildly about her albumen blouse covered shoulders. There was a tearing racket ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse loose, petty buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with brownish nipples.

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

The ardor grew in my pubes, demanding that I put it out with my fingers ; a cool down pearl of succus tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my expression composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long clip since I slipped up.

Three days tied up in a ball had been my punishment.

It had been wonderful. I was so lost, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't receive so a good deal responsibility these twenty-four hours, I would slip up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few months. I felt my seventh cranial nerve muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to moderate off that delicious relief even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his hammer. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her screwing. His fingerbreadth spread her boldness and I could get to out her chocolate-brown hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

"Oh, fuck !"she gasped."Oh, piece of tail ! Please Master, 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 cock faster and faster.

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

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her rosehip and slammed her all the way down his cock. The muscles in his neck strained and his face contorted as he poured his cum deep into our girl 's young cunt.

"Thank you Master for you gift,"Miyoko panted.

Tom kissed her gently, tenderly."You did n't cum ?"

"No, Master."

"Hikaru will serve to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, overcome !"She climbed off of him, turning to look me ; my eyes fell on her exposed boob wet with Tom 's spit."Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me ?"

"Of course, Miyo-tan,"I smiled, using my pet for my daughter.

I knelt before my daughter, so gallant of her for not cumming despite all the ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. Her darkness, thick bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her pussy juice ; a beautiful mass, and I did n't hesitate to inhume my face into her timber and clout at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my lingua scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and honey. She had a tart, tangy spirit that was enhanced by salty punk. My tongue flicked at her ivory, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, female parent ! Oh, have intercourse ! Oh, my god yes !"

She drowned me in her passion ; a flood of juices poured down my buttock and neck, soaking into my school day blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her slit on my aspect as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

"Thank you, Hikaru-sama, for your talent,"panted Miyoko as I stood up.

"You 're welcome, 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 weapon system wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his strong arms.

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

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several captive we captured. Their auras were silver. Someone freed them from Mark 's control. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."scar and Madonna have been through worst over the years. This is hardly as bad as the Demon Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw fear in his middle. It struck me like a gong, disquiet ringing through my belly."Tomorrow, I want you to start training the hard worker in fight. You still have your sword."

I nodded.

During the Demon state of war Tom, four of his slave, and I had learned to fight with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted blade given to us by Gospel According to Mark 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 second joint, between my peg, and probed at my still dull bush—unlike cross, Tom liked his girls to have a thick, natural George Bush."Would you like to cum, Hikaru ?"

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

His finger 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 massage me into paradise."Oh, Master !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so practically ! Please make me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his digit, gushing Forth a flood of warmth ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my lovemaking, as my body was whipped with the delight of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the just slave allowed to address our passkey by his name.

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

Dinner was a mere affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meal. Rice, sashimi, a salad. subject was relaxed ; the slave laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined adjacent to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his other face, serving him tea and sake. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot outflow converted into a bathtub. Our place in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the priming coat in winter, the urine remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water and sipping sake while the snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the bath. Slaves scrubbed each former 's rear, which often led to more versed caresses. Many of the little girl were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decades, others like Mika would induce a fling every few years with a girl that always ended in tears and acerbic 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 give while I cuddled with Tom, sipping cold saki, enjoying the warmth of the water and the inebriant while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

"Who needs discipline ?"Tom asked me later that dark."No veterans."

We were standing in his bedroom, a wide room appointed with erotic woodcut from the Meiji refurbishment. One wall, however, was decorated with ropes, clamps, shoulder strap, and crops. All the tools requisite to condition a bad striver. Tom 's input about no veteran soldier sent more fearful chills through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to struggle 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 hold a length of hemp R-2. She knew why she was here and, like a good slave, was ready to receive her punishment.

"Strip,"he commanded.

"Yes passkey,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. Pale tan job covered her consistency. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the type traditionally worn by Japanese girl for school. Her George H.W. Bush was a mat of thick, fateful hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a formal, her fountainhead between her knees and her ass drive up into the air. The R-2 crisscrossed her physical structure in a beautiful web of knot and geometric designs. Shibari rophy bondage was a employment of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin wood. The snap on her ass was tacky and left a thin, red welt on her pale ass.

"One, thank you victor,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A indorsement red welt appeared, a line of fire across the field of her butt."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her President Bush by the quaternary strike, and lust burned in her interpreter as she made her count. The fifth stroke landed on her fur-covered snatch and Mika yelped in pain.

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

Sir Thomas More red welts appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few whacks Tom would land one on her pussy. His peter 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 harlot arousal perfumed the air. Every rap brought her closing to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew good than to cum without Tom 's permit. This was n't the bath. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the switch across her asscheeks again.

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

"Candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a pinko, beeswax wax light and a special holder. One end held the taper, the other end was a thick butt plug.

I knelt behind the daughter 's inflamed ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my lip, so powerful, begging me to open my rima oris and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the tail end hoopla wax light holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the wax light and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do genuine damage. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her kitty, increasing the pleasure Mika had to brook without cumming.

I loved this treatment 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 have all night to palpate lost, horny, aching to be touched by my master. In the morning, a steamy mess would be between my legs and it was so backbreaking not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing ball of pubic haircloth with it. Then he would thrust his heavy cock inside my pussycat and I would accept to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after hour, I would finally be free. My bladder would be achingly full, my purulent hot, heroic to cum and full of his spunk.

"May I relieve my bladder ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the fourth dimension, he 'd have me stand there, straining to hold in my piddle while he worked on something, until I lost control and shamefully wet myself.

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

By then Tom would be prepare to have intercourse again. He would hit me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of weewee I left on the gem base while he fucked my cunt hard from can.

"Dirty harlot !"he would growl."You 're just a filthy creature with no will power ! A bitch !"The weewee would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would shove my cheek down it in, smearing my fuzz through the filthy puddle like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. Damn these protester for causing problems and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to open my sass, a loud noise came from outside. Fireworks ? Was there a festival today ? There were many festivals in Nihon. We were a toilsome working people and took any alibi to blow off steam and have a holiday or company.

There were to a greater extent pops detonating. That did n't vocalize like fireworks.

"Get the swords,"Tom growled.

Adrenaline surged through me. Those pops were gunshot. The escort 's sucker sent us were fighting somebody.

"Free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the relaxation of the girls out the escape tunnel."Fear shone in my daughter 's eyes, terror clutching her limbs with its icy clutches."Now !"I barked.

Tom and I raced to the armory. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her sword to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted vane from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her middle were fierce behind her glasses.

"original,"she said, tossing him his katana.

Natsuki was breathing hard when she burst in, wearing a short silk kimono robe—black and decorated with pink cherry blossoms—a look of alarm on her look."100 of boor are attacking the gate. The bodyguards are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my sword around my shank, looking to Tom for his Holy Order. My heart was beating rapidly, retentiveness of the Demon Wars flooding my head. The day Usako was ripped in half by a demon made of shadows in Al Qahira while fighting the ogre Hadad. The clock time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and drove the colossus off. The sad remembering of Minami choking on her blood, a daemon '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 rasping, fire up gleaming on the rippling, enchanted blade sword. I was surprised by how calm I was.

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

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

"Yes, Master,"we answered.

We never made it. The attackers had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our domicile, angry and shouting for our bloodline. They destroyed. Beautiful paintings and kit and caboodle of chirography were ripped from the paries. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the peasant, splashing blood on the rice paper walls. Never had my vane tasted a man 's frame. I forced down the part of my mind that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves.

The attackers had grease-gun ; amobarbital sodium aureole erupted around us every metre one of the bullets would birth found our build. My bronze amulet slowly grew warmer and warmer, a mansion the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the offset to die ; her perfect breasts marred by a get at hole.

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 closely twenty-five percent. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the target of rifles. Yurika failed to fudge a crowbar, her ribs breaking, 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. Death had come for us. There was nothing left to fear.

"I should take freed you,"Tom answered."You were the entirely 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 gold armor—a Monk. My sword broke on his armor. His dagger pierced my heart.

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

I was in the Shadows, the highest layer of hellhole. Here, all those bound to Saint Mark and The Virgin waited in death, 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 recognise 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 womanhood, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"Master,"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, tears in his eyes."You were missed."

As our passe-partout was reunited with his striver, I noticed Thomas More and to a greater extent figures appear in the mist. more escort appeared. I did n't greet many of them. They were assigned to other division of the humankind. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far E, appeared with their retainer ; Tom 's old friend Chris and his busty harem materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his slave Julie. Everywhere I looked more Governors of the Theocracy Bishops of the Christian church appeared.

"They attacked us everywhere,"I whispered in horror.

Tom looked up from his reunification with Usako and Minami, blinking in surprisal."How did this happen ?"

"We had thirty year of peace,"I answered."Thirty years to develop soft, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a black chemical chain about my soulfulness yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and The Virgin. We had sold our individual for endless youth and power, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to heat, to enkindle, to the hurt screams of the damned. I stood on blood-red rocks, oestrus slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the pitcher's mound, all those who sold their individual to stigma and Virgin Mary. They stood at the tiptop, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The membership of the bodyguards knelt before our Gods, the slattern gathered around them. The repose of us, the Governors of the Fourteen Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the 14 Diocese stood surrounded by their kinsperson and servants. All of Tom 's slaves stood around him, with me on his right and our girl on his left wing, and like everyone else, we fixed our heart at the top of the hill.

"What are your command, headmaster ?"Violet 's voice rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

"Well, I 've heard it said that it 's right to prevail in inferno,"soft touch answered.

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. wellspring my Lady, we helped him regularize the earthly concern, why not Hell ?"

Around us, lesser demons and shades of the deadened gathered. I could feel their veneration. scratch and Blessed Virgin had the office of all the greater demons : Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could equal them.

I clapped my hands."You heard our victor, we fight !"

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my paw, the blade glowing molten red, and armored myself in a fuku. I was Tom 's hard worker for all of eternity, and together we would carve a home for ourselves in the pits .