The heller 's treaty Slave history
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Sarai : gentlewoman of the doghouse

preeminence : Sarai had always been a submissive gay woman and Diane dominated her in The Beelzebub 's Pact Slave Chronicle 5 : Via, freedom. Thanks b0b for beta recital this.

"The disobedience of sis Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an ungrateful beast, then I shall treat her like one .'So the Living God placed a apprehension about her pharynx, dog capitulum upon her head, and inserted a stub plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his helping hand to his Goddess, he walked babe Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to perform many humiliating human action. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally bent to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your loose woman ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karenic, the sanctum Slut, by moral excellence of our Gods'love life and compassion."
—Gospel of Apr 14:34-37

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, district of southeast Asia

I contemplated my favorite enactment of the Gospels of Apr as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karenic that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the Holy trollop 's beautiful physiognomy. Every sentence 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 first woman to ever reign me. She took my virginal membrane in the lavatory of Delta airplane flying from stops to SeaTac. I had been a hostess then. Karen taught me to bear that I was a lesbian and forget my misguided, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot gild in my abode Ithiel Town of Tacoma, the dollar bill underwater diver. She realized what I was, a submissive looking to be dominated, and that afternoon in her apartment, she made me her hard worker while Via watched.

Diane rose high in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My fan collected other slaves over the years. Special women trained by me to delight her. All were dickhead daughters of the God Mark. I followed the teachings of the Gospel, and broke each young woman to my Mistresses desire.

"madam,"a gentle voice whispered.

I turned to the two doghouse striver kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven bootleg hair, 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 fast Robert William Service. They wore dog collars about their cervix ; headbands with dog spike on their heads, and adjoin quid adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like sanctum Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your bearing at the mansion, Madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair's-breadth and she smiled at me, rubbing her buttock against my thigh. They were my preferred slaves, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their ternion, and they crawled before me, their cute nates wagging their tails. As we moved through the gravid church building, worshipers and clergy bowed to me.

Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda mess waited with my jinrikisha. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their whisker long, falling down their naked backs. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. My kick helped me into the rickshaw. A riding craw lay coiled on the ricksha 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned bottom.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The meddlesome streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her retainer used a pony young woman rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professing based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, government doer in grey courting and necktie, nurses in red chaparral and Doctor of the Church in blue. Everyone was happy. It was the Gods Final commandment :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, spouse, or home plate the Theocracy selects for you."

The lonesome real number choice a person made was intimate slavery. And only the most beautiful Thomas Young woman or well-favored Edward Young man was allowed that pick. Sex striver were the symbol of status. If you worked hard at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made well time with boost from my whip licking their cute rear end. They had a skillful shininess of sudor on their suntanned skin. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by decennary in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girls were Diane 's earliest collections.

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

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

"You two have earned an afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a breeding distich, and had two daughter that also served as ponies. Mistress allowed Lily to experience a cock and she was summoning it the moment the lady friend were locked in their cell. I wanted to remain and ascertain the missy make erotic love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the subject area, sitting in her chair. The study had her desk, shelves for books, and one box was given over to discipline. A snappy bench with shoulder strap to hold down an ungovernable slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a excerpt of whiplash, crops, and paddles.

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

Quietly standing in the recession behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, black hair that piled about her shoulders. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was xviii, and she had a Nice pair of turn, plump titty and a stacked figure.

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

I fell to my stifle, my two bitch heeling me."You summoned me, schoolmistress ?"

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

"Of course of action, Mistress."I stood up and walked over to a ledge and found a dog catch and three."You are Gardenia ?"I asked her, stroking her face.

"Yes,"she muttered with a sullen scowl. Diane had a hang for finding female child that were lupus erythematosus than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, Madam,"I corrected."Fail to handle 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 catch at her."From now on you are a gripe, and bitches wear their arrest at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the shoe collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her head. I could find Diane 's center 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 cunt grasp.

They hauled the struggling girl, her titty bouncing nicely. My bitches were hard, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and bent her over the hard wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her weaponry into the leather cuffs attached to the benches wooden leg, then strapped her knees to the other slope, spreading her extensive open and giving me a good look at the tangled, black George W. Bush between her thighs.

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

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her typeface between Diane 's thighs, busily working her natural language through Diane 's pussy. fancy woman loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak boat paddle, stained night with holes drilled in the woods. I gave it a swing, the air whistling through the holes.

perfect. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

fissure !

"Holy shit !"Gardenia gasped.

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

"I do n't make out,"the slave wailed.

Akane licked Gardenia 's cheek and whispered in her ear,"You should have said, 'Thank you, dame, this squawk needs nineteen more spankings .'You count down, okay."

Smack ! Gardenia 's dingy tail end was tinged red.

"Thank you gentlewoman, this b-bi ..."She snarled her spit around the word.

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

Like well cop-bad cop from TV display and moving-picture show, I was the harsh schoolmarm and Jordon and Akane the gentle slave.

Spank !

"Thank you, Madam. This b-bitch needs seventeen more spankings,"she sobbed.
"damage !"I smacked her ass with my bare manus. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the starting time. You do n't get to jump ahead."

Crack !

"Thank you, Madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This squawk needs xix more spankings."

"Good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left cheek, landing a nice 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 hips wiggled as she strained against the bail. Gardenia sobbed her counting, and I glanced at Diane. She had a fistful of Annie 's fiery whisker and ground the slave 's face into her slit, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood of juices down my thighs.

I would take sculptural relief when I finished.

Crack ! savour ! Crack !

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

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs three more spankings !"

Another stinging slap, reddened boldness jiggling, my pussy burning for a fair sex 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This squawk needs two more spankings !"

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

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

I wanted to rub my snatch on her burn ass.

tornado !

I lifted my doll, exposing my shaved pussy. Gardenia cried in hurting as I rubbed my pussy on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my drop into her pliant figure, smearing my juices, an ointment to console her burning as she soothed mine."Supreme Being yes !"My pussy contracted, cream squirting out as my body thrashed in passion. My straits threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as exaltation engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my consistency as I straightened my skirt. I glanced back at Diane and found her working at her desk, Annie curled into a ball on the floor beside her stroking her pussycat and biting her teeth to proceed from loudly moaning.

"free her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her bout from her pin down face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more mother fucker. She stood up straight, still full phase of the moon of rebelliousness. I thrust the choker at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking bench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"Good,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a name for a beef. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, dame,"she answered.

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

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

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the 3 so she looked at me."Then serve my motion, Cuntlapper."

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

I nodded my pass and waited, staring fixedly at her. She wilted, swallowed, and knelt on the flooring.

"Good female child,"I cooed and petted her hair."Let 's go kick ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just be Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across bumpy surfaces and she kept wincing. My centre were fixed to her dark, rosy ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two gripe. She would require a poop, and that brought a smile to my lips. I loved breaking in a new slave 's arsehole. It was so much fun.

By the time we reached the kennels, I was grounding my dentition and wishing I had a crop. A few movie of a whip on her tender ass would move her to keep up the tread. The new bitch looked into the cages, the humble way duo of beef and pony-girls lived in. most were occupied with duet relaxing in their free sentence, playing plot or watching television or making making love. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the bulwark covered with all sorts of sexual toys : dildos, butt plugs, clamps, constraint, whips, boat paddle, gags, hood, vibrators, I chained her terzetto to a post in the marrow while Akane and Jordan found comfortable spot to nuzzle on the floor.

"Which spark plug should we lead off with ?"I mused out loud, my fingers running across tapered, disastrous plastic, dog tails hanging from the spacious end. I hefted a thickset one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"I asked you a enquiry, gripe !"

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

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her eyes. It was five column inch at its wide of the mark."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 Nipponese bitch crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her bottom."On your hands and knee joint, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

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

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

"You like that, gripe ?"I asked, standing in figurehead of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white dress trimmed with Au. My round of drinks, twilight breasts popped relinquish and I stroked a hard, morose nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

My garb slipped to the floor and her optic fell upon my naked curves."time to put your mouth its proper use."

"I 'm good-for-naught, lady ?"
"What 's your gens, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart arousal. Her tongue was marvellous. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. Sparks flew inside me and my head threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my brim. I gathered a handful of her copious, satiny pilus and primer my cunt into her skilled lips.

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

"Madam, may I bed this cunt '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 while. Thin and long, the capitulum dark pink and weeping clear pre-cum. I made trusted I had a skilful grip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Japanese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her dick up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my clitoris, humming through my trivial pearl. The punk caught inside me, my passion blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the squawk face through my puss. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting hard and slow, breaking her ass in.

"Fuck the bitch !"I gasped."make her cum on your prick !"

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

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a gripe get degraded. Breaking her John L. H. Down until she was ready to serve, eager to please. Her glossa speared into me, her moans no longer wide of pain.

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

My pegleg felt imperfect, but I had one finis thing to do. She tried to pull away as my peeing snapshot into her mouth. I held on miserly and Akane 's knife thrust drove her cheek back into my pussy. I sighed, joy tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid jaundiced leaked out of her oral fissure, dribbling onto the floor. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My puss exploded. joy. Rapture. warmth. Electricity. Sensations overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the stake, panting as my soundbox trembled in small aftershocks.

Her face was a mess. Tears ran out of her eyes, slit cream and piddle decorated her face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her hair's-breadth and shoved her expression down into the peeing."lick it up, bitch !"

Her clapper lapped across the concrete storey then moaned, her body trembling. The humiliation and shame mixed with the joy and hurting. Confusion and lust warred in her face as she came despite the degrading discourse. 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 close few times, squeezing every drop of her cum out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my immortal,"panted Cuntlapper.

I shoved the butt-plug up her ass, lubed by Akane 's cum.

"Now you 're fully a kick !"I smiled.

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, District of southeastern United States Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's rima oris. The kick 's training was complete and she did n't need to be held in place to live with her schoolmistress 's urine. She gladly drank the weewee. When the stream died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

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

"You 're welcome,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's drumhead, then my fancy woman 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 public figure. You can be called Gardenia once more."

weeping glistened in her centre."Thank you, thank you, Mistress."

Diane climbed into our bed and I slid in beside her, kissing my mistress on the lips."You 're going to get a very nice reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."Dogs quietus on the fundament of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our animal foot, her coffee skin stark against the whitened comforter.

"So what is my reinforcement ?"I asked.

"Sit on my boldness and I 'll seduce you howl, Sarai."

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