The fiend 's pact Slave story
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect Slave

Note : Mark 's friend Tom requested a Japanese, untested cleaning lady for his striver. brand found Hikaru Hojou, an telephone exchange student, at Virginia McMath high school School.

June 6th, 2056 - Hikaru Hojou - Kyoto, Far East dominion

I knelt in my fuku : a plain, white, button-down shirt tucked into a curtly, red-green tartan bird. Loose, white socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my master Tom would select one of a 12 different outfits for his slaves to jade from traditional Japanese shoal girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim wear, and more. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and cunt to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For forty-three years I had been Tom 's first striver, the mistress of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the john at Ginger Rogers high gear School and gave me to this wonderful, buttocks man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was soundly he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty women belonged to him, all Japanese girls he had collected over the twelvemonth that he had been the regulator of the Far East. Tom ruled Japanese Islands, China, Korean Peninsula, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living divinity. In exchange for serving Mark and Mary, we were given endless early days and beauty by them.

The Rice room access slid open and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few calendar month had been hard. Somehow, marker and Mary 's restraint over the universe was slipping. number one, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental building, then food computer storage were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguards. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

"trade good even, Master,"I greeted him, then the other slave chorused their greeting in unison.

"good eventide, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my substructure, gliding to my captain, a grin on my cheek, 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 kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

"Minami, Chiyoko, attend our Master,"I ordered.

Two girls rose from the ranks of kneeling slave, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his subdivision and the two daughter deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his physical structure. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the laundry field goal while Minami knelt and took off Tom 's sandals one by one, kissing his invertebrate foot after removing each one.

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

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my helping hand twice."Attend our Master. The repose 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 largest breast of all the hard worker and looked so cute with her goody glasses perched on her button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown whisker and full-of-the-moon backtalk, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned xviii last Feb. She had bowed before her forefather and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"Nothing would make me well-chosen,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A hebdomad later she was bound to marking and her breeding as a slave began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in bare in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right foot while Mika walked around the death chair to bear behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her pear-shaped eyes twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our girl was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's round eyes which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, Master,"she moaned as she sank her puss onto his cock. Each slave knew just what position to hire based on the order I called their names."I love your shaft inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful flower !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the English. Miyoko 's dame flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's putz, exposing her light-olive toned ass for abbreviated here and now. I felt my own cunt moistening, my fingerbreadth itching to dive between my thighs and furiously rub at my clitoris until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

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

The slaves ministrations eased the tension from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's cunt. Our daughter pumped her pelvic girdle faster, her curly, black hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulders. There was a watering stochasticity ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse capable, piffling buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding white meat, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

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

The fire grew in my pubic region, demanding that I put it out with my fingerbreadth ; a cool bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my brass composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long time since I slipped up.

Three daylight 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 have so much responsibility these sidereal day, I would slip one's mind up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few months. I felt my seventh cranial nerve brawn twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that delicious relief even as she pumped her juicy puss on his cock. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the apparent movement of her fucking. His fingers spread her face and I could score out her browned hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

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

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

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

"commodity,"he smiled. He grasped her hip and slammed her all the way down his tool. The muscles in his neck strained and his face contorted as he poured his cum deep into our girl '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, overlord !"She climbed off of him, turning to present me ; my eyes fell on her exposed breasts 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 girl, so proud of her for not cumming despite all the style Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a utter slave. Her dark, thick bush was mussy with Tom 's cum and her cunt juices ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to swallow up my face into her forest and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my natural language scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and dearest. She had a whore, tangy tone that was enhanced by salty spunk. My tongue flicked at her bone, before diving back into her juicy fix."Oh, mother ! Oh, screwing ! Oh, my idol yes !"

She drowned me in her rage ; a rising tide of juices poured down my cheeks and neck, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my human face as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

"Thank you, Hikaru-sama, for your endowment,"panted Miyoko as I stood up.

"You 're welcome, my daughter,"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 Beijing,"I told him.

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several prisoners we captured. Their auras were silver. individual freed them from sign 's dominance. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."Gospel According to Mark 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 fear in his eyes. It struck me like a gong, unease ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to start 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 press 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 battles."I will embark on wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His helping hand slid down my thigh, between my branch, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girls to have a midst, natural Dubya."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 Shangri-la."Oh, Master !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so practically ! Please attain 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 fingerbreadth, gushing forth a flood of passion ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my dearest, as my body was whipped with the delight of his digit."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the exclusively slave allowed to speak our Master by his name.

"You 're receive,"he said, kissing me deeply. We never married, but we were as fold as any married man and wife.

Dinner was a simpleton function. Tom was n't one for complicated meal. Rice, sashimi, a salad. correction was relaxed ; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him nutrient while Miyoko sat on his other slope, serving him tea and rice beer. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot fountain converted into a Bath. Our home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the primer coat in winter, the piddle 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. striver scrubbed each early 's backs, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the girls were buff. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lover for decades, others like Mika would have a fling every few old age with a young woman that always ended in bout and biting 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 and the alcohol while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his bedroom, a spacious room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji Restoration. One wall, however, was decorated with ropes, clinch, strap, and crops. All the peter necessary to discipline a bad hard worker. Tom 's comment about no ex-serviceman sent more direful shiver through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be release tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed fuzz a rich, honey-brown—entered the elbow room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom hold a distance of cannabis roach. She knew why she was here and, like a good slave, was ready to receive her punishment.

"strip show,"he commanded.

"Yes Master,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood bare. Pale tan business covered her consistence. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the type traditionally worn by Japanese missy for school. Her bush was a mat of thick, inkiness hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her head between her knee and her ass thrust up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her trunk in a beautiful web of naut mi and geometric figure. Shibari rope thraldom was a workplace of art.

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

"The permutation, headmaster,"Mika answered."It is what I deserve."

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin woodwind instrument. The crack on her ass was flashy and left a reduce, red welt on her pale ass.

"One, thank you master key,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A endorse red welt appeared, a line of reasoning of fire across the field of her fanny."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her bush by the fourth ten-strike, and lust burned in her vocalisation as she made her enumeration. The fifth shot landed on her fur-covered twat and Mika yelped in pain.

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

More red welts appeared on her ass and thigh, and every few rap Tom would land one on her pussy. His putz grew hard as he disciplined his slave, every cry and oink inflaming his luxuria. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika 's ass almost entirely red.

Mika would be sitting gingerly for a week after tonight.

Her cyprian arousal perfumed the air. Every smasher brought her ending to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom 's permit. This was n't the bath. I inhaled her hot kitty Tom cracked the shift across her asscheeks again.

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

"cd,"Tom said.

"Yes, victor,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax candle and a special holder. One end held the taper, the other end was a thick posterior plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's fire up ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my lips, so powerful, begging me to open my mouthpiece and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt plug candle holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the cd and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, 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 pussy, increasing the pleasure Mika had to last without cumming.

I loved this handling and wished our positions were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my body, slowly cooling and hardening on my peel. Then I would have all dark to feel helpless, horny, aching to be touched by my master copy. In the morning time, a awkward muss would be between my wooden leg and it was so difficult not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunks of pubic hair with it. Then he would jostle his grueling cock inside my pussy and I would feature to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after hr, I would finally be free. My bladder would be achingly full, my pussycat hot, despairing to cum and broad 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 take a shit me stand there, straining to hold in my weewee while he worked on something, until I lost restraint and shamefully wet myself.

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

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

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

I longed for being punished again. Damn these dissidents for causing problems 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 unfold my mouth, a loud noise came from alfresco. Fireworks ? Was there a festival today ? There were many fete in Japan. We were a hard workings people and took any self-justification to blow off steam and have a holiday or party.

There were to a greater extent tonic detonating. That did n't vocalise like fireworks.

"Get the steel,"Tom growled.

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

"free people her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the rest of the girls out the safety valve tunnel."Fear shone in my daughter 's heart, little terror clutching her limbs with its icy grasp."Now !"I barked.

Tom and I raced to the armory. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her blade to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered cocktail dress. Yurika still wore her fuku, her Brobdingnagian boob straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes were boisterous behind her glasses.

"professional,"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 looking of alarm clock on her side."Hundreds of peasants are attacking the gate. The bodyguard are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my sword around my waist, looking to Tom for his fiat. My sum was beating rapidly, memories of the daimon Wars flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in half by a ogre made of shadows in Cairo while fighting the demon Hadad. The meter I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and drove the monster off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her rakehell, a ogre 's spine shoved through her chest while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to Virgin Mary so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely rasping, lighter gleaming on the rippling, enchanted steel sword. I was surprised by how composure I was.

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

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

"Yes, captain,"we answered.

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

In sozzled corridors we fought the provincial, splashing blood on the rice newspaper walls. Never had my blade tasted a man 's flesh. I forced down the part of my head that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves.

The attackers had guns ; disconsolate aureole erupted around us every metre one of the slug would have found our flesh. My bronze amulet slowly grew strong and warmer, a sign the protective spell was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first to die ; her perfective tense breasts marred by a rile fix.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their last. We only still stood because of the tight quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the nates of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a wrecking bar, her costa break, 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. Death had come for us. There was aught 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."

Death walked to me. He was a alien, a man clad in gold armor—a Monk. My blade broke on his armor. His sticker pierced my heart.

I fell into darkness ; an infinity of weightless falling into the earthly concern, through the earth, thick and abstruse. Into the abyss. I landed in gray fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing expectant and larger as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the gamey stratum of Hades. Here, all those bound to Mark and The Virgin waited in death, our soulfulness chained to them. Many bodyguards waited here, along with a few of the sluts and former servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to greet me. And with them were two old champion : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead sis. I could see early form in the darkness. A blonde charwoman, beautiful and savage, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

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

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

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

As our Master was reunited with his slaves, I noticed Sir Thomas More and more name appear in the mist. More bodyguard appeared. I did n't recognize many of them. They were assigned to other parts of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far east, appeared with their servants ; Tom 's old Quaker Chris and his busty hareem materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his striver Julie. Everywhere I looked more governor of the Theocracy Bishops of the 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 hap ?"

"We had thirty geezerhood of public security,"I answered."Thirty years to grow soft, to get lax."
I felt something tug at me, a grim chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the swarthiness of the abysm.

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

The duskiness gave way to heat, to fire, to the pain wow of the damned. I stood on blood-red rocks, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. one C appeared on the hill, all those who sold their mortal to Mark and Madonna. They stood at the summit meeting, magnificent, beautiful, right amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the escort knelt before our deity, the fornicatress gathered around them. The remainder of us, the governor of the Fourteen Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the XIV diocese stood surrounded by their family and servants. All of Tom 's hard worker stood around him, with me on his right and our girl on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our eyes at the top of the hill.

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

"wellspring, I 've heard it said that it 's better to find in hell on earth,"bull's eye answered.

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

Around us, lesser demon and shades of the drained gathered. I could sense their fright. grade and Madonna had the mogul of all the greater ogre : Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could rival them.

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

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