The hellion 's Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sarai : Madam of the doghouse

Note : Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's Pact slave Chronicle 5 : Via, freedom. Thanks b0b for beta interpretation this.

"The noncompliance of baby Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her rebelliousness of my will like an unthankful beast, then I shall treat her like one .'So the living God placed a dog collar about her pharynx, dog auricle upon her head, and inserted a butt plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's hindquarters. Then, offering his hand to his Goddess, he walked babe Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to do many humiliating Acts of the Apostles. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally out to to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slut ,'she begged, and was transformed from the revolting Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karen, the Holy Slut, by merit of our Gods'passion and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, dominion of Southeast Asia

I contemplated my favorite transition of the Gospel of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the Holy Slut 's beautiful countenance. Every metre I stared at it, I remembered our passionate affair that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the name sis Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the kickoff cleaning woman to ever dominate me. She took my maidenhead in the bathroom of Delta airplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a hostess then. Karen taught me to accept that I was a lesbian and draw a blank my misguided, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my home townsfolk of Tacoma, the one dollar bill loon. She realized what I was, a submissive looking to be dominated, and that good afternoon in her apartment, she made me her striver while Via watched.

Diane rose eminent in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of southeastern United States Asia. My lover collected other slave over the years. Special cleaning lady trained by me to please her. All were bastard daughters of the God Mark. I followed the teaching of the gospel singing, and broke each girl to my fancy woman desire.

"ma'am,"a appease vocalisation whispered.

I turned to the two kennel hard worker kneeling before me. Jordan River Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and guttle black pilus, and Akane Mirai, Prunus dulcis eyes and porcelain expression, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitch, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal service. They wore dog collars about their neck ; headbands with dog capitulum on their forefront, and edge plugs adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like Holy Karen.

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

"mistress commands your presence at the house, Madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my second joint. They were my favorite slaves, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their triad, and they crawled before me, their cute asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large Church, worshiper and clergy bowed to me.

Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my rickshaw. They were trot miss, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their fuck, their hair long, falling down their raw vertebral column. Harnesses covered their consistency, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the ricksha. A riding crop lay coiled on the jinrikisha 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my shot glass tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my jinrikisha at a jog while my beef ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in fusain coveralls, administration actor in gray-headed suits and ties, nurses in red scrubs and Doctor of the Church in blue. Everyone was happy. It was the Gods final Commandment :"uncovering fulfilment and joy in whatever job, partner, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The only when real choice a person made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful young charwoman or handsome new man was allowed that option. Sex slaves were the symbol of position. If you worked hard at your job and rose highschool, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made near clip with encouragement from my whiplash licking their cute asses. They had a nice sheen of fret on their tanned peel. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by 10 in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girls were Diane 's earlier collections.

"You did proficient,"I praised as my bitch unharnessed them. I held up sugar square block and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

"Thank you, Madam,"Lily smiled. I gave her a kiss on the lips and allowed my hand to caress her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of pleasure,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a breeding pair, and had two daughters that also served as ponies. Mistress allowed Lily to have a cock and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their cellphone. I wanted to last out and watch the little girl make dearest, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chairman. The work had her desk, shelves for books, and one corner was given over to condition. A spanking bench with straps to hold down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of lash, crops, and paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten capitulum and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had little Vanessa Stephen on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't sleep in the kennels, instead the five of them would retrieve a elbow room and sleep in a bundle of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned miss. She had midst, curly, Black hair that piled about her shoulder. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a overnice brace of round, plump titty and a curvy figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two cunt heeling me."You summoned me, schoolmistress ?"

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

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

"Yes,"she muttered with a sullen frown. Diane had a hang for finding young woman that were less than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, gentlewoman,"I corrected."Fail to address 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 collar at her."From now on you are a squawk, and bitches wear their catch at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her heading. I could experience Diane 's eyes on us."Bitches,"I snapped. Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

"Let me go,"she shouted, struggling in my bitches grasp.

They hauled the struggling girl, her boob bouncing nicely. My squawk were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking work bench and knack her over the surd wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her coat of arms into the leather cuffs attached to the benches legs, then strapped her human knee to the other side, spreading her wide give and giving me a just look at the tangle, smuggled bush between her thighs.

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

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her face between Diane 's second joint, busily working her clapper through Diane 's kitty. schoolmistress loved watching a disobedient hard worker be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with holes drilled in the woodwind instrument. I gave it a swing, the air whistling through the holes.

perfect. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

Crack !

"Holy shit !"Gardenia gasped.

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

"I do n't sleep together,"the slave wailed.

Akane licked Gardenia 's face and whispered in her ear,"You should have said, 'Thank you, gentlewoman, this bitch needs nineteen Sir Thomas More spankings .'You count down, okay."

Smack ! Gardenia 's dark butt was tinged red.

"Thank you Madam, this b-bi ..."She snarled her lingua around the word.

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

Like good cop-bad cop from TV shows and flick, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the placate slaves.

Spank !

"Thank you, lady. This b-bitch needs XVII more spankings,"she sobbed.
"damage !"I smacked her ass with my bare hand. Her decent asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the beginning. You do n't get to skip ahead."

gap !

"Thank you, ma'am,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This squawk needs nineteen more spankings."

"Good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her will cheek, landing a dainty reverse."Thank you, madam !"she gasped."This squawk needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her brass jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the adhesion. Gardenia sobbed her tally, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hairsbreadth and terra firma the slave 's face into her puss, sighing softly. My own twat was releasing a overflow of juices down my thighs.

I would postulate easing when I finished.

fissure ! Smack ! Crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. rip ran down her case, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's snag triggering a herculean orgasm, tossing her psyche, framed by black ringlets.

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

Another sting slap, reddened boldness jiggling, my twat burning for a char 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs two Sir Thomas More spankings !"

The ache in my clitoris burned, beckoning for my fingers to allow for soothing relief.

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

I wanted to rub my slit on her burn ass.

Crack !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my plane pussy. Gardenia cried in pain in the neck as I rubbed my pussy on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her waxy flesh, smearing my juice, an ointment to console her burning as she soothed mine."Gods yes !"My kitty-cat contracted, cream squirting out as my physical structure thrashed in passion. My head threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as ecstasy 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 base beside her stroking her pussy and biting her teeth to celebrate from loudly moaning.

"Free her,"I commanded.

My beef obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The young woman wiped her weeping from her narrow face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full phase of the moon of defiance. 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.

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

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

I hooked the ternion to her apprehension."How do bitches walk, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the leash so she looked at me."Then respond my question, Cuntlapper."

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

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

"good lady friend,"I cooed and petted her fuzz."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the dog house. Cuntlapper, just come after Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knee joint not used to moving across rough surfaces and she kept wincing. My heart were fixed to her nighttime, rosy ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two squawk. She would need a tail, and that brought a smile to my brim. I loved breaking in a new slave 's asshole. It was so much fun.

By the time we reached the kennels, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a crop. A few movie of a whip on her tender ass would move her to keep up the rate. The new bitch looked into the John Milton Cage Jr., the small rooms twosome of bitches and pony-girls lived in. Most were occupied with span relaxing in their free time, playing games or watching television or making love. All of them were girl or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supplying bar, the paries covered with all sorts of sexual miniature : dildos, butt plug, clamps, constraint, lash, boat paddle, muzzle, thug, vibrators, I chained her troika to a post in the center while Akane and Jordan found prosperous spot to nest on the floor.

"Which plug should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my digit running across tapered, smutty plastic, dog rear hanging from the wide end. I hefted a thick one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"I asked you a question, gripe !"

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

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her optic. It was five inches at its widest."Your ass would be stretched open up with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

"You will,"I promised."Akane, ready the bitch !"

"Yes, Madam."The Nipponese bitch crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her hind end."On your hands and human knee, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha bitch,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."compass 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 face in the Black bitch 's ass. Her eyes widened as Akane tongued her sphincter, then a smile appeared on her face and she purred.

"You like that, crab ?"I asked, standing in front man of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, blanched dress trimmed with gold. My beat, dusky breasts popped costless and I stroked a hard, dark nipple.

"Yes, ma'am,"she moaned.

My dress slipped to the storey and her optic fell upon my naked curves."metre to put your mouth its right use."

"I 'm sad, madam ?"
"What 's your name, beef ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my working girl stimulation. Her tongue was fantastic. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. Muriel Spark flew inside me and my chief threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my back talk. I gathered a fistful of her twisting, sleek whisker and dry land my cunt into her skilled lips.

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

"dame, may I jazz 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 button transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the top dog night pink and weeping clear pre-cum. I made indisputable I had a adept hairgrip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Nipponese beef mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her putz up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my clit, humming through my little bead. The spunk caught inside me, my passion blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the cunt face through my pussy. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting surd and slow, breaking her ass in.

"Fuck the bitch !"I gasped."Make her cum on your tool !"

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

Another climax burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her pile until she was ready to serve well, eagre to please. Her clapper speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. squeeze play that asshole. Work those hips. That 's a salutary kick !"

My leg felt weak, but I had one last thing to do. She tried to pull away as my piss stroke into her mouthpiece. I held on wet and Akane 's thrusting drove her face back into my pussy. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my vesica. Acrid yellow leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the floor. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. joy. ecstasy. Passion. Electricity. mavin overpowered me. My brawn contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my body trembled in small aftershocks.

Her face was a mess. Tears ran out of her eyes, pussy cream and pee decorated her fount. A pool formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her hair and shoved her face down into the weewee."lap it up, bitch !"

Her lingua lapped across the concrete base then moaned, her body vibration. The humiliation and shame commingle with the pleasure and pain. muddiness 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 pleasance as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the finish few times, squeezing every drop of her seed out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my God,"panted Cuntlapper.

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

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

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, District of sou'-east Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The bitch 's grooming was complete and she did n't need to be held in property to consent her Mistress 's weewee. She gladly drank the piss. When the flow died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

"Thank you, fancy woman,"Cuntlapper purred."This cunt enjoyed drinking your urine."

"You 're welcome,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's head, then my kept woman looked at me."You did well with this one, Sarai."

I smiled and bowed."Thank you, Mistress."

"Do you require to be my cunt forever ?"Diane asked, bending down to stare Cuntlapper in the eyes.

"I do, Mistress,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

"Cuntlapper is such an inelegant epithet. You can be called Gardenia once more."

Tears glistened in her eye."Thank you, thank you, Mistress."

Diane climbed into our bed and I slid in beside her, kissing my kept woman on the mouth."You 're going to get a very dainty wages,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."weenie sleep on the foot of the bed."

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

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my case and I 'll urinate you howl, Sarai."

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