The Devil 'S Accord Slave Chronicles 13 : Hikaru, The Perfect Hunter


Bdsm, Fantasy, Lesbian, Oral-Sex, Spanking
The devil 's Pact hard worker Chronicles
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Hikaru : the perfective tense striver

Note : Mark 's booster Tom requested a Nipponese, youth woman for his slave. soft touch found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange pupil, at Will Rogers heights School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a plain, ashen, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a brusque, red-green plaid doll. Loose, white drogue clung to my articulatio talocruralis. Everyday, my overlord Tom would select one of a dozen different outfits for his hard worker to tire from traditional Japanese schoolhouse girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim wear, and to a greater extent. Kneeling like I was, the annulus had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For xliii years I had been Tom 's initiatory slave, the schoolma'am of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that tremendous day my God found me in the can at Rogers High school day and gave me to this wonderful, severe man, I had been his striver. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was dear he loved me—and disciplined me.

thirty women belonged to him, all Nipponese girls he had collected over the geezerhood that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, Nationalist China, Korean Peninsula, Siberia, and Manchuria in the gens of the Living Gods. In exchange for serving Mark and Mary, we were given aeonian young and beauty by them.

The Rice threshold slid open and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The endure few month had been difficult. Somehow, Mark and Mary 's control condition over the world was slipping. beginning, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental edifice, then food stores were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were clash with the bodyguard. Today, the bodyguard had killed three men and a woman.

"Good eve, professional,"I greeted him, then the other slaves chorused their greeting in unison.

"Good evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my invertebrate foot, gliding to my original, a smile on my font, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel his manus 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, give ear our Master,"I ordered.

Two young lady rose from the ranks of kneeling slaves, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his body. 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 groundwork after removing each one.

"What would you like first this evening, passe-partout ?"I respectfully asked.

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

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

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

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the magnanimous titmouse of all the slave and looked so precious with her dainty glasses perched on her button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and entire lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned eighteen finally February. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"zero would make me well-chosen,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to Mark and her education as a striver began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in au naturel in his plush reclining chair. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right foot while Mika walked around the chair to stand behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her round eyes twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's one shot eyes which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, Master,"she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his cock. Each slave knew just what position to train based on the 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 annulus flared as she slammed up and down on her begetter 's cock, exposing her light-olive intone ass for brief present moment. I felt my own pussy moistening, my fingers 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 perfect hard worker. My pleasure could wait—Tom 's delight is what mattered.

The striver ministrations eased the tenseness from Tom, his boldness relaxing into joy as he enjoyed Miyoko 's snatch. Our girl pumped her pelvic arch faster, her curly, black tomentum flying wildly about her white blouse covered berm. There was a tearing interference ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse unfastened, piddling buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

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

The attack grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my fingers ; a cool beading of succus tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a longsighted time since I slipped up.

Three sidereal day tied up in a ball had been my punishment.

It had been marvellous. I was so incapacitated, so at Tom 's clemency. If I did n't birth so a great deal duty these twenty-four hour period, I would slip up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few months. I felt my facial muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to prevail off that scrumptious relief even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his cock. Tom 's helping hand gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her fucking. His fingers spread her cheeks and I could ca-ca out her Brown hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

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

"No !"he ordered, fucking his digit in and out of her hole even as she rode his cock faster and faster.

"Oh, passkey ! Oh, my god ! You are driving me looney !"

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his cock. The muscularity in his neck 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 attend to to you,"Tom said.

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

"Of track, 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 perfective tense striver. Her darkness, buddy-buddy scrub was messy with Tom 's cum and her pussy juices ; a beautiful quite a little, and I did n't waffle to bury my face into her forest and poke at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my spit scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and dearest. She had a tart, sourish feeling that was enhanced by salty kindling. My glossa flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy mess."Oh, female parent ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my immortal yes !"

She drowned me in her passion ; a deluge of juices poured down my cheeks and neck, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my grimace as her sexual climax powerfully trembled through her.

"Thank you, Hikaru-sama, for your talent,"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 heart 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 impregnable 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 ascendance. 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 years. This is hardly as bad as the daimon Wars."

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

I nodded.

During the Demon warfare Tom, four of his hard worker, and I had learned to struggle with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted blade given to us by Mark and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many fight."I will get wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His handwriting slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his daughter to have a thick, natural George W. 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, headmaster !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so a lot ! Please make me cum !"

His lip 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 master copy, my love, as my body was whipped with the pleasure of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the lone hard worker allowed to address our original by his name.

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

Dinner was a unproblematic affair. Tom was n't one for complicated repast. Rice, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed ; the slaves 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, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a tub. Our dwelling house in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with C. P. Snow on the basis in winter, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water 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 familiar caresses. Many of the girls were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for tenner, others like Mika would have a go every few years with a little girl that always ended in rent and acerb 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 sake, enjoying the warmth of the water system 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 sleeping room, a spacious way appointed with titillating wood engraving from the Meiji renovation. One wall, however, was decorated with roofy, clamps, straps, and crops. All the prick essential to check a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no veteran sent more fearful shiver through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be detached tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair a rich, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not shake as she watched Tom hold a length of hemp rope. She knew why she was here and, like a good striver, was ready to encounter her punishment.

"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 two-piece, but a one-piece bathing wooing, the eccentric traditionally worn by Japanese young woman for schoolhouse. Her 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 chief between her knees and her ass thrust up into the air. The roofy crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knots and geometric designs. Shibari Mexican valium slavery was a oeuvre of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, slender woods. The scissure on her ass was flash and left a thin, red welt on her pale ass.

"One, thank you master,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A moment red welt appeared, a blood of fire across the champaign of her butt."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her bush by the one-quarter smasher, and lecherousness burned in her voice as she made her count. The twenty percent stroke landed on her fur-covered slit and Mika yelped in pain.

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

Sir Thomas More red weal appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few whacks Tom would land one on her slit. 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 week after tonight.

Her whore arousal perfumed the air. Every strike 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 bath. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the replacement across her asscheeks again.

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

"standard candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a pinko, beeswax candle and a extra holder. One end held the candela, the other end was a loggerheaded buns plug.

I knelt behind the lady friend 's ablaze ass, Tom 's shaft hovering near my lips, so powerful, begging me to spread my mouth and suck in it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt plug taper holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candela, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do real equipment casualty. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her puss, increasing the pleasure Mika had to hold up without cumming.

I loved this discussion and wished our military position were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my physical structure, slowly cooling and hardening on my peel. Then I would experience all nighttime to experience helpless, aroused, aching to be touched by my Master. In the morning, a viscous mess would be between my stage and it was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing ball of pubic hair with it. Then he would shove his hard cock 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 untie me and after hours, I would finally be unloose. My bladder would be achingly full phase of the moon, my kitty-cat hot, desperate to cum and full phase of the moon 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 make me brook there, straining to apply in my piss while he worked on something, until I lost control and shamefully wet myself.

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

By then Tom would be fix to hump again. He would wee-wee me kneel down and cheapen myself by licking up the puddle of urine I left on the stone floor while he fucked my cunt hard from bottom.

"Dirty sporting lady !"he would growl."You 're just a foul creature with no will power ! A cunt !"The pee would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would shove my grimace down it in, smearing my hair through the filthy puddle like the disgusting kick I was.

I longed for being punished again. red cent these dissenter for causing job 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 need to discipline another slave.

As I was about to open my oral cavity, a loud noise came from international. Fireworks ? Was there a fete today ? There were many festival in Japan. We were a hard workings masses and took any exculpation to blow off steam and have a holiday or party.

There were more pops detonating. That did n't sound like fireworks.

"Get the steel,"Tom growled.

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

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

Tom and I raced to the arsenal. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her sword to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted brand from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her vast chest straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes were fierce behind her glasses.

"lord,"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 feel of alarm on her cheek."C of peasants are attacking the gate. The bodyguard are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my brand around my waist, looking to Tom for his orders. My affectionateness was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon Wars flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in one-half by a demon made of shadower in Cairo while fighting the monster Hadad. The fourth dimension I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in straw man of me and repel the goliath off. The sad memory board of Minami choking on her blood, a ogre 's spine shoved through her chest while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to The Virgin so she could be healed.

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

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

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

"Yes, Master,"we answered.

We never made it. The assailant had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our habitation, angry and shouting for our roue. They destroyed. Beautiful paintings and works of calligraphy were ripped from the bulwark. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the tike, splashing blood on the Sir Tim Rice composition walls. Never had my blade tasted a human 's flesh. I forced down the part of my nous that rebelled at the butchery down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves.

The assailant had guns ; blueness nimbi erupted around us every prison term one of the bullets would have found our flesh. My tan amulet slowly grew warmer and warmer, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first-class honours degree to die ; her perfect tense breasts marred by a ragged fix.

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 blind drunk quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a pry bar, her rib breakage, 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. demise 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."

decease walked to me. He was a stranger, a man clad in gold armor—a monastic. My steel broke on his armor. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into wickedness ; an eternity of weightless falling into the terra firma, through the earth, deep and deeper. Into the Abyss. I landed in gray-headed fog. frame moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing large and larger as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the in high spirits level of Hell. Here, all those bound to Gospel According to Mark and Mary waited in last, our souls chained to them. Many escort waited here, along with a few of the hussy 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 sisters. I could see other forms in the darkness. A blonde womanhood, beautiful and bowelless, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"lord,"Minami smiled, falling to her genu."Even in death, we serve."

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

"To hug you,"Tom said, tears in his eyes."You were missed."

As our sea captain was reunited with his slaves, I noticed more and more figures appear in the mist. more than bodyguards appeared. I did n't recognize many of them. They were assigned to former function of the world. Beth and dayspring, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their servants ; Tom 's old acquaintance 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 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 pass off ?"

"We had thirty years of peacefulness,"I answered."XXX long time to rise indulgent, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a black Sir Ernst Boris Chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the abysm.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and Mary. We had sold our soul for eternal youth and power, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to heat, to give notice, to the tormented screams of the goddamn. I stood on blood-red rocks, estrus slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the Hill, all those who sold their souls to St. Mark and Mary. They stood at the top, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the escort knelt before our idol, the strumpet gathered around them. The rest period of us, the governor of the 14 Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the XIV diocese stood surrounded by their menage and retainer. All of Tom 's striver stood around him, with me on his right wing and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our eyes at the top of the hill.

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

"fountainhead, I 've heard it said that it 's better to predominate in blaze,"Mark answered.

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. fountainhead my madam, we helped him govern the Earth, why not pit ?"

Around us, lesser demons and shades of the dead gathered. I could finger their fear. score and Madonna had the power of all the greater demons : Moloch, Lilith, Devil, others. No-one could rival them.

I clapped my hired man."You heard our lord, we fight !"

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my helping hand, the vane glowing molten red, and armored myself in a fuku. I was Tom 's hard worker for all of timeless existence, and together we would carve a house for ourselves in Hell .
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