The Prince of Darkness 's Pact slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect slave

banknote : Mark 's friend Tom requested a Japanese, Lester Willis Young womanhood for his hard worker. target found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange scholar, at Rogers senior high School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a plain stitch, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, white socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my master Tom would take one of a dozen dissimilar turnout for his slaves to have on from traditional Japanese schooling girl uniforms—the fuku—to nanny uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym wearing apparel, swim wearing, and more. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneel behind me.

For xliii years I had been Tom 's first-class honours degree slave, the mistress of his harem, and the female parent of his daughter. Ever since that wondrous day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers High School and gave me to this wonderful, seat 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 lady belonged to him, all Nipponese girls he had collected over the geezerhood that he had been the regulator of the Far eastward. Tom ruled japan, china, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living God. In exchange for serving Mark and The Virgin, we were given eternal youth and ravisher by them.

The Elmer Reizenstein doorway slid open and Tom entered dressed in a dim-witted, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The hold up few calendar month had been difficult. Somehow, Mark and Blessed Virgin 's ascendancy over the world was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffito popped up on governmental edifice, then nutrient computer memory were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were clash with the bodyguards. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

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

"commodity eventide, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my metrical foot, gliding to my Master, a smile on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel 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, wait on our Master,"I ordered.

Two missy rose from the ranks of kneeling slave, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two fille deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his consistency. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the wash basket 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 even, Master ?"I respectfully asked.

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

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

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

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the magnanimous titty of all the slaves and looked so cute with her delicacy glasses perched on her push nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown tomentum and full-of-the-moon lip, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned eighteen lowest February. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slave.

"Nothing would do me glad,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to scratch and her training as a slave began.

She was a quick learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right foot while Mika walked around the chair to stand behind it and massage his berm. Miyoko, her flesh out eyes twinkling as she climbed into her Father of the Church 's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's round eye which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, passe-partout,"she moaned as she sank her pussy onto his rooster. Each slave knew just what spatial relation to take based on the edict I called their gens."I love your cock inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful flower !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the side of meat. Miyoko 's skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief moments. I felt my own cunt moistening, my fingers itching to absorb between my thigh and furiously rub at my clit 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 slave ministrations eased the tension from Tom, his cheek relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's cunt. Our daughter pumped her pelvic girdle faster, her curly, black whisker flying wildly about her egg white blouse covered shoulders. There was a tearing randomness ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse give, little push button sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with brown nipples.

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

The fire grew in my lumbus, demanding that I put it out with my fingers ; a cool bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my grimace composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a foresightful clip since I slipped up.

ternion day tied up in a orb had been my punishment.

It had been terrific. I was so helpless, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't get so lots responsibleness these day, I would slide up again. Perhaps after thing calmed down in a few months. I felt my seventh cranial nerve brawniness twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that scrumptious easing even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his putz. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her piece of tail. His finger's breadth spread her cheeks and I could make out her brownish hole nictitation at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

"Oh, fuck !"she gasped."Oh, nooky ! 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 putz faster and faster.

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

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her coxa and slammed her all the way down his stopcock. The muscles in his neck opening strained and his face contorted as he poured his cum deep into our daughter '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 hang to you,"Tom said.

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

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

I knelt before my daughter, so proud of her for not cumming despite all the ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect striver. Her shadow, thick George Walker Bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her kitty-cat juice ; a beautiful heap, and I did n't pause to bury my face into her timber and salt lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my tongue scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and dearest. She had a whore, tangy smack that was enhanced by salty spunk. My tongue flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hollow."Oh, mother ! Oh, nooky ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her passion ; a outpouring of juice poured down my cheeks and neck, soaking into my schooltime blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my face as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

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

"You 're welcome, my girl,"I answered her and gently kissed her on the lips.

"You did a good job with her,"Tom told me, his centre 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 warm arms.

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

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

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."Mark and Virgin Mary have been through worst over the long time. This is hardly as bad as the Demon Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes. It struck me like a tam-tam, unease ringing through my tummy."Tomorrow, I want you to start training the slave in fighting. You still let your sword."

I nodded.

During the demon Wars Tom, four of his hard worker, and I had learned to push with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted leaf blade given to us by bell ringer and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many battles."I will get going wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His manus slid down my thigh, between my leg, and probed at my still dampen bush—unlike brand, Tom liked his girls to have a midst, rude 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-discipline, and let his finger massage me into paradise."Oh, lord !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so practically ! Please arrive at me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his finger, gushing Forth a flood of passion ; another matter Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my sexual love, as my body was whipped with the pleasure of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the only slave allowed to address our victor by his name.

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

Dinner was a elementary affair. Tom was n't one for complicated repast. Elmer Leopold Rice, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed ; the striver laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him 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 home 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 and sipping sake while the Snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner party intensified in the bath. Slaves scrubbed each other 's backs, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the girls were devotee. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for X, others like Mika would have a go 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 position orbit. Ayame sucked his cock and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot springiness while I cuddled with Tom, sipping cold sake, enjoying the heat of the H2O and the alcohol while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his bedroom, a spacious elbow room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji Restoration. One wall, however, was decorated with ropes, clamp, straps, and crops. All the tools necessary to correct a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no veterans sent more fearful frisson through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to oppose to be free tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair a rich, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom hold a distance of cannabis rope. She knew why she was here and, like a good slave, was set to receive her punishment.

"cartoon strip,"he commanded.

"Yes Master,"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 daughter for school. Her George H.W. Bush was a mat of midst, dim pilus that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her brain between her knees and her ass stab up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her trunk in a beautiful web of mile and geometrical designs. Shibari rophy thralldom was a work 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, thinly wood. The crack on her ass was forte and left a slim, red welt on her pale ass.

"One, thank you Master,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A second red wheal appeared, a line of ardour across the plain of her butt."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her bush by the fourth rap, and luxuria burned in her vocalization as she made her tally. The one-fifth slash landed on her fur-covered bitch and Mika yelped in pain.

"quintuplet, thank you Master !"Her vox was stressed, rising in rake.

More red welts appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few belt Tom would set down one on her puss. His cock grew hard as he disciplined his slave, every cry and grunt inflaming his lust. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika 's ass almost entirely red.

Mika would be sitting gingerly for a hebdomad after tonight.

Her cyprian stimulation perfumed the air. Every bang brought her close to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew bettor than to cum without Tom 's license. This was n't the bath. I inhaled her hot kitty Tom cracked the switch across her asscheeks again.

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

"taper,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a garden pink, beeswax candle and a particular holder. One end held the candle, the early end was a boneheaded butt plug.

I knelt behind the girlfriend 's conflagrate ass, Tom 's dick hovering near my lips, so powerful, begging me to open my oral cavity and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the can plug standard candle holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the standard candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the wax light, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do real damage. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussy, increasing the pleasure Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this treatment and wished our attitude were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my consistence, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Then I would hold all night to feel helpless, ruttish, aching to be touched by my captain. In the morning, a sticky mess would be between my ramification and it was so laborious not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunks of pubic hair with it. Then he would thrust his surd cock inside my pussy and I would sustain to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after hours, I would finally be unblock. My bladder would be achingly full, my twat hot, desperate 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 time, he 'd pee-pee me stand there, straining to book in my urine while he worked on something, until I lost mastery and shamefully wet myself.

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

By then Tom would be ready to get laid again. He would make me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of piss I left on the gem floor while he fucked my puss hard from behind.

"Dirty prostitute !"he would growl."You 're just a filthy animate being with no self-denial ! A bitch !"The urine would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would stuff my facial expression down it in, smearing my hair through the lousy puddle like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. damn these dissenter 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 pauperism to discipline another slave.

As I was about to afford my sassing, a tawdry interference came from outside. Fireworks ? Was there a festival today ? There were many fete in japan. We were a hard working people and took any excuse to blow off steam and have a holiday or party.

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

"Get the brand,"Tom growled.

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

"Free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the rest of the girls out the escape tunnel."Fear shone in my girl 's center, terror clutching her limb 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 steel to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted brand from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her Brobdingnagian breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes were tearing 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 expression of alarum on her case."Hundreds of peasants are attacking the gate. The escort are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my sword around my waist, looking to Tom for his orders. My heart was beating rapidly, storage of the Demon Wars flooding my head. The day Usako was ripped in half by a demon made of shadows in Cairo while fighting the devil Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and drive the behemoth off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her blood, a demon '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, twinkle gleaming on the riffle, enchanted blade steel. I was surprised by how equanimity I was.

We each pulled on a bronzy amulet. Did the enthrallment still work after thirty years of lying in the armory ?

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

"Yes, master copy,"we answered.

We never made it. The attackers had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our home, raging and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful paintings and full treatment of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues and vase were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the peasants, splashing blood on the Elmer Reizenstein paper walls. Never had my sword tasted a man 's flesh. I forced down the part of my creative thinker that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves.

The aggressor had guns ; blue gloriole erupted around us every clip one of the bullets would have found our shape. My bronze talisman slowly grew warmer and heater, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first to die ; her perfect breast marred by a remonstrate fix.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their dying. We only still stood because of the tight fourth part. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the behind of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a crowbar, her costa 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. expiry 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 gold armor—a Thelonious Sphere Monk. My sword broke on his armour. His dagger pierced my heart.

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

I was in the Shadows, the mellow stratum of hell on earth. Here, all those bound to Mark and Mary waited in death, our individual 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 greet me. And with them were two old friends : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead sis. I could see early forms in the dark. A blonde woman, beautiful and trigger-happy, 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, tears in his eyes."You were missed."

As our Master was reunited with his hard worker, I noticed more and more figures appear in the mist. More bodyguard appeared. I did n't recognize many of them. They were assigned to early parts of the world. Beth and aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their servant ; Tom 's old friend Chris and his busty serail materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his striver Julie. Everywhere I looked more governor of the Theocracy Bishops of the Church appeared.

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

Tom looked up from his reunion with Usako and Minami, blinking in surprisal."How did this fall out ?"

"We had XXX years of peace,"I answered."XXX yr to grow soft, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a black strand about my soul yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the abysm.

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

The dark gave way to heat, to raise, to the pain screeching of the damned. I stood on blood-red rocks, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the hill, all those who sold their souls to Mark and Mary. They stood at the meridian, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguards knelt before our Gods, the hussy gathered around them. The sleep of us, the governor of the Fourteen territory of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the Fourteen diocese stood surrounded by their family and handmaiden. All of Tom 's slave stood around him, with me on his rightfulness and our girl on his left wing, and like everyone else, we fixed our heart at the top of the hill.

"What are your mastery, overlord ?"Violet 's vocalization rang out from the brow, her arm around her wife.

"fountainhead, I 've heard it said that it 's better to rule in snake pit,"Mark answered.

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

Around us, lesser daemon and shades of the dead gathered. I could feel their fear. scar and Mary had the magnate of all the greater demon : Molech, Lilith, the Tempter, others. No-one could rival them.

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

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