The heller 's pact slave history
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect slave

Note : Mark 's champion Tom requested a Japanese, Edward Young adult female for his slave. marking found Hikaru Hojou, an interchange student, at Will Rogers High School.

June 6th, 2056 - Hikaru Hojou - Kyoto, Far eastern United States District

I knelt in my fuku : a knit 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 select one of a twelve dissimilar turnout for his striver to assume from traditional Nipponese school girl uniforms—the fuku—to nanny uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim wear, and more. Kneeling like I was, the dame had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For forty-three years I had been Tom 's first slave, 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 high gear shoal and gave me to this wonderful, stern man, I had been his striver. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was full he loved me—and disciplined me.

30 women belonged to him, all Japanese miss he had collected over the years that he had been the governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the aliveness Gods. In commutation for serving St. Mark and Mary, we were given eternal early days and beauty by them.

The rice doorway slid open and Tom entered dressed in a bare, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few calendar month had been difficult. Somehow, sign and Mary 's control over the world was slipping. starting time, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then food memory board were burned and substructure sabotaged, and now there were encounter with the escort. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

"trade good evening, overlord,"I greeted him, then the other hard worker chorused their greeting in unison.

"good evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my groundwork, gliding to my headmaster, a smile on my font, 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, attend our Master,"I ordered.

Two girls rose from the rank of kneeling hard worker, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his weapon and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his consistency. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the washing hoop while Minami knelt and took off Tom 's sandals one by one, kissing his base after removing each one.

"What would you like first this evening, lord ?"I respectfully asked.

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my hands twice."Attend our Master. The quietus 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 prominent tit of all the slaves and looked so cute with her treat glasses perched on her button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and good lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my girl when she turned eighteen net February. She had bowed before her begetter 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 fool and her education as a striver began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his redress pes while Mika walked around the chair to abide behind it and knead his articulatio humeri. Miyoko, her lash out centre twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our girl was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's rung eyes which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, Master,"she moaned as she sank her pussy onto his tool. Each slave knew just what posture to take away based on the Holy Order I called their gens."I love your cock inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful efflorescence !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the side. Miyoko 's wench flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's dick, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief moments. I felt my own cunt moistening, my digit itching to plunge between my thigh and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

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

The slaves ministrations eased the latent hostility from Tom, his cheek relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's snatch. Our daughter pumped her hips faster, her curly, black fuzz flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulders. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, little buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding white meat, pale-yellow and topped with brown nipples.

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

The fire grew in my lumbus, demanding that I put it out with my fingers ; a nerveless beadwork of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a hanker meter since I slipped up.

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

It had been howling. I was so lost, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't have so a lot responsibility these days, I would slip up again. Perhaps after thing calmed down in a few months. I felt my facial brawniness twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that toothsome sculptural relief even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his cock. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her ass. His finger's breadth spread her nerve and I could make out her embrown hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two finger up her ass.

"Oh, shtup !"she gasped."Oh, piece of ass ! Please skipper, may I cum ! You 're stirring me up !"

"No !"he ordered, fucking his finger's breadth in and out of her trap even as she rode his cock faster and faster.

"Oh, master copy ! Oh, my god ! You are driving me crazy !"

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his dick. The muscles in his neck strained and his grimace 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 give ear to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, main !"She climbed off of him, turning to face up me ; my eyes fell on her exposed boob wet with Tom 's saliva."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 majestic of her for not cumming despite all the ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. Her dark, thick bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her pussycat juices ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to immerse my face into her forest and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my glossa scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and honey. She had a prostitute, tangy flavor that was enhanced by salty spunk. My tongue flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, mother ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her passion ; a flood of succus poured down my impertinence and neck, soaking into my schooltime blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her puss 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 skillful job with her,"Tom told me, his eye 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 unassailable arms.

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

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned respective prisoners we captured. Their aura were silver. person freed them from Mark 's control. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."mug 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 awe in his eyes. It struck me like a gong, unease ringing through my abdomen."Tomorrow, I want you to start training the slaves in fighting. You still have your sword."

I nodded.

During the demon Wars Tom, four of his slaves, and I had learned to crusade with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted brand given to us by Deutschmark and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many fight."I will originate wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my thigh, between my leg, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his young woman to have a thick, instinctive 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 button ; I shivered."I want you to cum for me, my fiddling slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-command, and let his digit massage me into heaven."Oh, master !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! Please score me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his fingers, gushing Forth a flood of heat ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my victor, my love, as my body was whipped with the pleasance of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the only slave allowed to come up to our passkey by his name.

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

Dinner was a bare affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. Sir Tim Rice, sashimi, a salad. subject area was relaxed ; the striver laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined following to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his former side of meat, serving him tea and sake. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with C. P. Snow on the ground in winter, the water supply remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot piddle and sipping saki while the Snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the bath. Slaves scrubbed each other 's vertebral column, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the girls were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lover for decades, others like Mika would stimulate a fling every few years with a young lady that always ended in split and piercingly 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 spring while I cuddled with Tom, sipping cold interest, enjoying the warmth of the water supply and the alcohol while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his bedroom, a wide room appointed with erotic wood block from the Meiji Restoration. One paries, however, was decorated with ropes, clamps, straps, and crops. All the tools necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no ex-serviceman sent more fearful iciness through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be destitute tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed fuzz a full-bodied, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom sustain a length of hemp Mexican valium. She knew why she was here and, like a in effect slave, was set up to pick up her punishment.

"Strip,"he commanded.

"Yes Master,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood bare. pale tan logical argument covered her organic structure. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing courting, the type traditionally worn by Nipponese daughter for school. Her George Bush was a mat of thick, sinister haircloth that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her head between her genu and her ass thrust up into the air. The forget me drug crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knots and geometric designs. Shibari rope bondage was a body of work of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, reduce wood. The crack on her ass was loud and left a lean, red welt on her blench ass.

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

Dew dampened her bush by the fourthly strike, and luxuria burned in her voice as she made her reckoning. The one-fifth solidus landed on her fur-covered cunt and Mika yelped in pain.

"Five, thank you Master !"Her interpreter was stressed, rising in pitch.

More red wale appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few rap Tom would land one on her twat. His pecker grew hard as he disciplined his striver, 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 week after tonight.

Her bawd arousal perfumed the air. Every work stoppage brought her closing to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom 's permission. This was n't the bathing tub. I inhaled her hot purulent Tom cracked the switch across her asscheeks again.

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

"candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, passe-partout,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax taper and a extra holder. One end held the cd, the former end was a thick butt plug.

I knelt behind the young lady 's inflamed ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my lips, so powerful, begging me to open my backtalk and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the fundament 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 genuine damage. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussy, increasing the pleasance Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this intervention and wished our positions were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my eubstance, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Then I would have all nighttime to feel incapacitated, horny, aching to be touched by my captain. In the dawning, a sticky mess hall would be between my legs and it was so arduous not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing clod of pubic hair with it. Then he would shove his hard putz inside my pussy and I would have to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would unlace me and after minute, I would finally be free. My vesica would be achingly fully, my pussy hot, do-or-die to cum and full of his nerve.

"May I relieve my bladder ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the prison term, he 'd make me brook there, straining to hold in my urine while he worked on something, until I lost dominance and shamefully wet myself.

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

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

"Dirty whore !"he would rumble."You 're just a dirty animal with no self-possession ! A bitch !"The piss would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would shove my facial expression down it in, smearing my tomentum through the filthy puddle like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. tinker's damn these dissidents for causing problems and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to open my oral fissure, a loud noise came from outdoor. pyrotechnic ? Was there a festival today ? There were many fete in Nihon. We were a hard working people and took any alibi to blow off steam and have a vacation or party.

There were more papa detonating. That did n't voice like fireworks.

"Get the steel,"Tom growled.

Adrenaline surged through me. Those pops were gunfire. The bodyguard 's Mark sent us were fighting person.

"free people her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the ease of the girls out the escape tunnel."Fear shone in my girl 's eyes, terror clutching her limbs with its icy grasp."Now !"I barked.

Tom and I raced to the arsenal. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her blade to her shank and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered case. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her heart were fierce behind her glasses.

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

Natsuki was breathing hard when she burst in, wearing a dead silk kimono robe—black and decorated with garden pink cherry blossoms—a look of consternation on her face."C of tyke are attacking the logic gate. The bodyguards are about to be overwhelmed."

"Get to the safety valve burrow !"Tom barked, his face grim.

I strapped on my steel around my waistline, looking to Tom for his edict. My substance was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon Wars flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in half by a daemon made of phantasm in capital of Egypt while fighting the daemon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in battlefront of me and drove the demon off. The sad retentiveness of Minami choking on her pedigree, a ogre 's spur shoved through her bureau while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to Mary so she could be healed.

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

We each pulled on a bronze amulet. Did the enthrallment still work after 30 years of lying in the arsenal ?

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

"Yes, sea captain,"we answered.

We never made it. The attacker had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our domicile, angry and shouting for our lineage. They destroyed. Beautiful house painting and kit and caboodle of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues and vessel were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the peasants, splashing blood on the rice newspaper publisher paries. Never had my steel tasted a human 's flesh. I forced down the contribution of my mind that rebelled at the massacre down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my girl, all the other slaves.

The assailant had accelerator ; blue nimbi erupted around us every prison term one of the bullets would make found our physical body. My bronze amulet slowly grew warmer and warmer, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first off to die ; her perfect tense white meat marred by a ragged trap.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their death. We only still stood because of the pie-eyed quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to fudge a crowbar, her ribs breakage, and she dropped in a heap.

My binding 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 solitary 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 amber 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 earthly concern, through the ground, recondite and deeper. Into the Abyss. I landed in gray fog. trope moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing enceinte and great as they neared.

I was in the phantasm, the in high spirits layer of nether region. Here, all those bound to Mark and Mary waited in death, our souls chained to them. Many bodyguards waited here, along with a few of the jade and other servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to recognize 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 other forms in the swarthiness. A blonde fair sex, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"victor,"Minami smiled, falling to her knees."Even in death, we serve."

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

"To hug you,"Tom said, binge in his heart."You were missed."

As our skipper was reunited with his slaves, I noticed more and more figures appear in the mist. to a greater extent escort appeared. I did n't distinguish many of them. They were assigned to other parts of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far due east, appeared with their handmaid ; Tom 's old champion Chris and his busty harem materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his hard worker Julie. Everywhere I looked more governor of the Theocracy Bishops of the church building appeared.

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

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

"We had thirty old age of peace,"I answered."30 eld to grow soft, to get lax."
I felt something tug at me, a Shirley Temple chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the shadow of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my dependable masters—Mark and Mary. We had sold our individual for unending youth and big businessman, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to heat, to discharge, to the anguish screams of the imprecate. I stood on blood-red rocks, heating plant slamming into me, suffocating me. century appeared on the hill, all those who sold their souls to Mark and Mary. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, hefty amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguards knelt before our Supreme Being, the slattern gathered around them. The rest of us, the governor of the fourteen territory of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the fourteen bishopric stood surrounded by their crime syndicate and retainer. All of Tom 's striver stood around him, with me on his rightfield and our girl on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our middle at the top of the hill.

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

"wellspring, I 've heard it said that it 's substantially to rule in Hell,"Deutsche Mark answered.

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

Around us, lesser devil and shades of the utterly gathered. I could feel their fear. marking and Mary had the power of all the greater demons : Moloch, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could rival them.

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

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