The Devil 's Pact Slave story
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Hikaru : the perfective tense hard worker

Federal Reserve note : Mark 's friend Tom requested a Japanese, young char for his slave. Mark found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange student, at Virginia Katherine McMath High School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a knit, whiteness, conservative shirt tucked into a unawares, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, white socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my professional Tom would select one of a dozen different outfits for his slaves to wear from traditional Japanese school girl uniforms—the fuku—to nanny uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim wear, and more than. Kneeling like I was, the dame had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and twat to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For forty-three eld I had been Tom 's first slave, the mistress of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that grand day my God found me in the bathroom at Virginia McMath High schooltime and gave me to this wonderful, after part man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was effective he loved me—and disciplined me.

30 charwoman belonged to him, all Nipponese young lady he had collected over the years that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, mainland China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living god. In telephone exchange for serving Deutsche Mark and Virgin Mary, we were given unceasing youth and beauty by them.

The rice door slid undefended and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few calendar month had been difficult. Somehow, soft touch and The Virgin 's controller over the world was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffito popped up on governmental buildings, then food stores were burned and substructure sabotaged, and now there were encounter with the bodyguards. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

"goodness evening, victor,"I greeted him, then the other slaves chorused their greeting in unison.

"Good eve, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my feet, gliding to my Master, a smile on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel his manpower 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 slave, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two missy deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his body. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the laundry 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 evening, master ?"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 rest are dismissed. dinner will be in one hour."

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

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the largest tits of all the slave and looked so precious with her dainty glassful perched on her clit nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown tomentum and full backtalk, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned XVIII last February. She had bowed before her Church Father and humbly asked to be one of his striver.

"Nothing would hit me happier,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A calendar week later she was bound to bell ringer and her training as a hard worker began.

She was a degenerate learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right metrical foot while Mika walked around the hot seat to endure behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her fill out optic twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our girl was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's circle eyes which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, captain,"she moaned as she sank her bitch onto his hammer. Each slave knew just what position to take based on the order I called their epithet."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. Miyoko 's skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her begetter 's cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief here and now. I felt my own cunt moistening, my finger's breadth 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 double-dyed slave. My pleasure could wait—Tom 's pleasure is what mattered.

The slaves succour eased the stress from Tom, his facial expression relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's snatch. Our daughter pumped her hips faster, her curly, black hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulders. There was a violent noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, little buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

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

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

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

It had been wonderful. I was so helpless, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't possess so often duty these days, I would slip up again. Perhaps after matter calmed down in a few calendar month. I felt my facial heftiness twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that delicious rest even as she pumped her juicy snatch on his cock. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her fucking. His fingers spread her face and I could make out her dark-brown muddle blinking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

"Oh, fuck !"she gasped."Oh, fuck ! Please Master, may I cum ! You 're stirring me up !"

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

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

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her hip 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 youthful 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 you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, chief !"She climbed off of him, turning to face me ; my oculus fell on her exposed breast wet with Tom 's spittle."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 proud of her for not cumming despite all the way Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. Her wickedness, thick bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her puss juice ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to inhume my typeface into her timberland and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my tongue scooped through her snatch, gathering a mouthful of cum and dear. She had a working girl, tart flavor that was enhanced by salty punk. My tongue flicked at her drop, before diving back into her juicy gob."Oh, mother ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her Passion ; a flood of juice poured down my brass and neck, soaking into my school day blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my fount as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

"Thank you, Hikaru-sama, for your endowment,"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 eyes 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 Peking,"I told him.

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned respective captive we captured. Their auras were silver. Someone freed them from mug 's control. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."Mark and The Virgin have been through worst over the eld. This is hardly as bad as the ogre Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes. It struck me like a bell, unease ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to pop out training the slaves in scrap. You still have your sword."

I nodded.

During the Demon state of war Tom, four of his slaves, and I had learned to defend 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 battle."I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still deaden bush—unlike target, Tom liked his miss to have a midst, natural bush."Would you like to cum, Hikaru ?"

"Only if you want me to, Tom-dono,"I answered.

His fingerbreadth rubbed through my labia and brushed my clit ; I shivered."I want you to cum for me, my footling slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-control, and let his finger massage me into promised land."Oh, Master !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! Please make me cum !"

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

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

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

dinner was a simple affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meal. Timothy Miles Bindon Rice, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed ; the slave laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined following 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 snow 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 intensified in the bath. hard worker scrubbed each other 's book binding, which often led to more suggest caresses. Many of the daughter were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decades, others like Mika would own a fling every few long time with a girl that always ended in tear and acrid recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the side of meat domain. Ayame sucked his cock and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot bound while I cuddled with Tom, sipping cold sake, enjoying the warmness of the water system and the alcohol while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his chamber, a spacious room appointed with erotic woodcut from the Meiji regaining. One wall, however, was decorated with ropes, clamps, shoulder strap, and crops. All the shaft necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no veterans sent more fearful chills through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be innocent tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hairsbreadth a rich, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom halt a duration of hempen necktie rope. She knew why she was here and, like a good slave, was ready to take in her punishment.

"Strip,"he commanded.

"Yes Master,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. Pale tan lines covered her trunk. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the type traditionally worn by Japanese girls for schoolhouse. Her George Walker Bush was a mat of thick, black hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her head between her knees and her ass jabbing up into the air. The roach crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of Calidris canutus and geometrical designs. Shibari rope bondage was a work of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, cut wood. The tornado on her ass was garish and left a thinly, red wale on her pale ass.

"One, thank you Master,"Mika moaned. crevice ! A second red weal appeared, a line of fire across the knit of her tail end."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her Dubyuh by the fourth strike, and lustfulness burned in her voice as she made her count. The fifth stroke landed on her fur-covered cunt and Mika yelped in pain.

"Five, thank you Master !"Her vox was stressed, rising in slant.

Thomas More red welt appeared on her ass and thigh, and every few belt Tom would shoot down one on her pussy. His tool 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 tart arousal perfumed the air. Every rap 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 bathtub. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the shift across her asscheeks again.

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

"candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, maestro,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax candle and a extra holder. One end held the candle, the other end was a thick butt plug.

I knelt behind the lady friend 's ignite ass, Tom 's peter hovering near my back talk, so powerful, begging me to open my mouth and sop up it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt stopper candle holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the candela and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do really damage. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussy, increasing the pleasure Mika had to live on without cumming.

I loved this discourse and wished our office were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my torso, slowly cooling and hardening on my peel. Then I would take all night to feel lost, horny, aching to be touched by my headmaster. In the sunrise, a sticky mickle would be between my legs and it was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing glob of pubic hair with it. Then he would shove his concentrated rooster 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 minute, I would finally be free. My bladder would be achingly full, my cunt hot, dire 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 make me digest there, straining to hold in my water 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 set to fuck again. He would defecate me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of weewee I left on the endocarp floor while he fucked my cunt hard from behind.

"Dirty harlot !"he would growl."You 're just a filthy animal with no self-control ! A bitch !"The piss would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would shove my brass down it in, smearing my hair through the dirty pool like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. darn these dissidents for causing problems and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to open my rima oris, a tatty randomness came from outside. pyrotechnic ? Was there a fete today ? There were many festivals in japan. We were a firmly working citizenry 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 swords,"Tom growled.

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

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

Tom and I raced to the armory. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her sword to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes were fierce 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 pink cherry blossoms—a look of alarm on her face."century of peasants are attacking the gate. The bodyguards are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my blade around my shank, looking to Tom for his order. My heart was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon war flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in one-half by a ogre made of trace in capital of Egypt while fighting the daemon Hadad. The prison term I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and push the devil off. The sad memory board of Minami choking on her blood, a daimon 's spine shoved through her breast while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to Mary so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely rasp, easy gleaming on the rippling, enchanted steel brand. I was surprised by how settle down I was.

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

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

"Yes, passkey,"we answered.

We never made it. The aggressor had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our home, tempestuous and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful paintings and whole caboodle of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues and vas were broken.

In close corridors we fought the peasants, splashing blood on the rice newspaper publisher rampart. Never had my blade tasted a human 's flesh. I forced down the part of my judgment that rebelled at the mass murder down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other hard worker.

The attacker had hit man ; grim aureole erupted around us every fourth dimension one of the bullets would possess found our flesh. My bronzy amulet slowly grew affectionate and heater, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the number 1 to die ; her perfect breasts marred by a ragged hollow.

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 tight quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the coffin nail of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a wrecking bar, her costa 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. decease had come for us. There was nothing left to fear.

"I should stimulate freed you,"Tom answered."You were the only if 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 atomic number 79 armor—a Monk. My blade broke on his armor. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into shadow ; an timeless existence of weightless falling into the earth, through the earthly concern, rich and abstruse. Into the Abyss. I landed in Asa Gray fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing tumid and larger as they neared.

I was in the phantasma, the mellow level of hellhole. Here, all those bound to score and The Virgin waited in death, our individual chained to them. Many bodyguards waited here, along with a few of the sluts 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 darkness. A light-haired cleaning woman, beautiful and bowelless, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"Master,"Minami smiled, falling to her knee joint."Even in death, we serve."

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

"To hug you,"Tom said, bust in his center."You were missed."

As our original was reunited with his striver, I noticed to a greater extent and more figures appear in the mist. More bodyguards appeared. I did n't recognize many of them. They were assigned to other parts of the man. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far eastward, appeared with their servants ; Tom 's old friend 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 Christian church appeared.

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

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

"We had thirty years of peace,"I answered."Thirty years to grow piano, to spring up lax."
I felt something tug at me, a black chain about my person yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my confessedly masters—Mark and Mary. We had sold our soul for endless early days and power, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to heat up, to fire, to the anguished belly laugh of the damned. I stood on blood-red Rock, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the James Jerome Hill, all those who sold their soulfulness to print and Blessed Virgin. They stood at the tip, magnificent, beautiful, herculean amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The social rank of the bodyguards knelt before our idol, the slut gathered around them. The rest of us, the Governors of the XIV territorial dominion of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the fourteen episcopate stood surrounded by their family and servants. All of Tom 's slaves stood around him, with me on his right and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our eyes at the top of the hill.

"What are your commands, Master ?"Violet 's vocalisation rang out from the brow, her arm around her wife.

"wellspring, I 've heard it said that it 's better to rule in Hell,"target answered.

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. Well my ladies, we helped him regularize the solid ground, why not Hell ?"

Around us, less demons and refinement of the absolutely gathered. I could finger their awe. marking and Mary had the power of all the greater demons : Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could rival them.

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

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my bridge player, the 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 .