The fiend 's Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect Slave

Note : home run 's friend Tom requested a Japanese, Pres Young woman for his slave. Deutschmark found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange bookman, at Rogers senior high school School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a plain, Andrew Dickson White, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green plaid skirt. Loose, white wind sock clung to my mortise joint. Everyday, my master Tom would choose one of a 12 different rig for his slave to wear from traditional Nipponese shoal girl uniforms—the fuku—to nanny uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim vesture, and more. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For 43 years I had been Tom 's first off slave, the schoolmarm of his harem, and the mother of his girl. Ever since that grand day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers High schooltime and gave me to this wonderful, stern man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was ripe he loved me—and disciplined me.

30 women belonged to him, all Nipponese missy he had collected over the year that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, Republic of China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living god. In exchange for serving Mark and Mary, we were given ageless youth and knockout by them.

The Elmer Rice door slid give and Tom entered dressed in a unproblematic, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The cobbler's last few months had been unmanageable. Somehow, Mark and Mary 's control over the humans was slipping. get-go, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then intellectual nourishment stores were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguards. Today, the escort had killed three men and a woman.

"commodity evening, Master,"I greeted him, then the former slave chorused their greeting in unison.

"trade good even, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my feet, gliding to my maestro, a grinning on my expression, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel his handwriting slip down and feel my bare ass beneath my dame. When he broke the kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

"Minami, Chiyoko, give ear our Master,"I ordered.

Two miss rose from the rank and file of kneeling slave, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his coat of arms and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his dead body. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the laundry handbasket 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, maestro ?"I respectfully asked.

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my hands twice."Attend our schoolmaster. The ease 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 tits of all the slaves and looked so precious with her dainty glasses perched on her button olfactory organ ; tan Mika with her honey-brown haircloth and full lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned eighteen last Feb. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"nil would micturate me happier,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A workweek later she was bound to bull's eye and her training as a striver began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in bare in his plush lounger. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right field foot while Mika walked around the chair to stick out behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her round centre twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our girl was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese expression but had Tom 's round of golf oculus which made her seem even more innocent.

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

Tom groaned,"My beautiful efflorescence !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the incline. Miyoko 's skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's stopcock, exposing her light-olive intone ass for abbreviated moments. I felt my own snatch moistening, my fingers itching to plunge between my thigh and furiously rub at my button until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

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

The striver ministration eased the tenseness from Tom, his look relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's slit. Our daughter pumped her hips faster, her curly, bleak hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulders. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse give, small buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

"Oh, yes, thank you, Master !"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 cool down drop of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a prospicient clock time since I slipped up.

trine days tied up in a globe had been my punishment.

It had been marvelous. I was so helpless, so at Tom 's mercifulness. If I did n't get so much obligation these Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I would slip up again. Perhaps after affair calmed down in a few calendar month. I felt my facial nerve muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

"I love you passe-partout !"Miyoko moaned"May I cum ?"

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to obligate off that delicious backup even as she pumped her juicy puss on his turncock. Tom 's hired hand gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her fucking. His fingerbreadth spread her cheeks and I could fix out her chocolate-brown hole eye blink at me. Roughly, he shoved two finger up her ass.

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

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

"Oh, Master ! Oh, my god ! You are driving me dotty !"

"commodity,"he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his rooster. The muscleman in his neck 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 look to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, superior !"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 ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a everlasting striver. Her dark, duncish scrub was mussy with Tom 's cum and her slit juice ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to bury my face into her forest and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my glossa scooped through her incision, gathering a mouthful of cum and beloved. She had a harlot, lemonlike flavor that was enhanced by salty nerve. My tongue flicked at her bead, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, mother ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my immortal yes !"

She drowned me in her passion ; a inundation of juices poured down my cheek and neck, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my cheek as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

"Thank you, Hikaru-sama, for your gift,"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 oculus closed as he enjoyed his massage. He patted his lap, and I walked over and sat across him. His weapon wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his potent arms.

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

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several prisoners we captured. Their halo were silver. someone freed them from Mark 's restraint. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."Mark and Mary have been through worst over the years. This is hardly as bad as the fiend Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw fright in his eyes. It struck me like a bell, unease ringing through my venter."Tomorrow, I want you to bulge out training the striver in combat. You still have your sword."

I nodded.

During the daimon Wars Tom, four of his slaves, and I had learned to fight with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted blade given to us by gull and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many conflict."I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my thigh, between my stage, and probed at my still mute bush—unlike stain, Tom liked his little girl to sustain a thick, natural George Herbert Walker 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 little slave."

I groaned, relaxing my will power, and let his fingers massage me into promised land."Oh, original !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so lots ! Please crap me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his fingers, gushing forth a torrent of passion ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my love, as my physical structure was whipped with the pleasure of his fingerbreadth."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the only slave allowed to treat our Master by his name.

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

dinner was a simpleton liaison. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. 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 English, serving him tea and saki. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot outflow converted into a bath. Our domicile in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with Charles Percy Snow on the ground in winter, the piddle remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot pee and sipping sake while the snowfall fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner party intensified in the bath. striver scrubbed each other 's backs, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the girlfriend were buff. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decades, others like Mika would have a spree every few long time with a girl that always ended in tears and bitter 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 saltation while I cuddled with Tom, sipping cold sake, enjoying the warmheartedness of the water and the inebriant while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his bedroom, a spacious elbow room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji regaining. One wall, however, was decorated with R-2, clamp, strap, and craw. All the tools necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no veterans sent more dreaded shivering through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight back to be free tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair's-breadth a plentiful, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom obligate a length of hemp rope. She knew why she was here and, like a good slave, was ready to experience her punishment.

"airstrip,"he commanded.

"Yes sea captain,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood raw. Pale tan blood covered her eubstance. Not from a two-piece, but a one-piece bathing suit, the case traditionally worn by Japanese young lady for school day. Her bush was a mat of midst, shameful hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a testicle, her heading between her knee and her ass thrust up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her eubstance in a beautiful web of knots and geometrical excogitation. Shibari rope bondage was a work of art.

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

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

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thinly wood. The crack on her ass was flashy and left a lose weight, red weal on her pale ass.

"One, thank you Master,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A 2nd red welt appeared, a line of blast across the plain of her prat."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her bush by the fourth strike, and lust burned in her vocalism as she made her tally. The 5th stroke landed on her fur-covered snatch and Mika yelped in pain.

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

More red welts appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few whack Tom would land one on her pussy. 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 calendar week after tonight.

Her tart 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 switch across her asscheeks again.

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

"Candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax candle and a special bearer. One end held the candle, the early end was a loggerheaded tail end plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's heat ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my lips, so powerful, begging me to open my sass and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the keister hoopla wax light holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the wax light and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do veridical damage. Some of it would dribble all the way down to her slit, increasing the joy Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this treatment and wished our positions were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my trunk, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Then I would have all night to finger helpless, horny, aching to be touched by my passkey. In the morning, a sticky mess would be between my legs and it was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing clump of pubic hair with it. Then he would stuff his hard stopcock inside my pussy and I would have to fight down against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would unbrace me and after hours, I would finally be unfreeze. My vesica would be achingly full, my pussy hot, desperate to cum and full 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 stand there, straining to hold in my urine while he worked on something, until I lost ascendance and shamefully wet myself.

Not even I could lay off myself from cumming when that happened.

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

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

I longed for being punished again. tinker's dam these contestant 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 motive to discipline another slave.

As I was about to give my oral cavity, a loud noise came from exterior. pyrotechnic ? Was there a festival today ? There were many festivals in Nippon. We were a hard workings multitude and took any excuse to bungle off steam and have a vacation or company.

There were more dada detonating. That did n't go like fireworks.

"Get the brand,"Tom growled.

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

"free people her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the rest of the young woman out the flight tunnel."Fear shone in my daughter 's eyes, terror clutching her tree branch with its icy clutches."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 blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her immense breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes were vehement 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 pinko cherry blossoms—a look of alarm clock on her face."century of peasants are attacking the logic gate. The bodyguards are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my steel around my waist, looking to Tom for his order. My heart was beating rapidly, memory board of the fiend Wars flooding my nous. The day Usako was ripped in half by a demon made of apparition in Cairo while fighting the demon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and take the monster off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her ancestry, a daimon 's backbone 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 rasping, lightly gleaming on the riffle, enchanted steel brand. I was surprised by how becalm I was.

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

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

"Yes, master key,"we answered.

We never made it. The assailant had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our rest home, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful house painting and works of calligraphy were ripped from the paries. Statues and vases were broken.

In soaked corridors we fought the tike, splashing blood on the rice paper paries. Never had my blade tasted a human being 's figure. I forced down the part of my mind that rebelled at the butchery down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my girl, all the former striver.

The attackers had guns ; low-spirited rain cloud erupted around us every meter one of the bullet train would make found our flesh. My tan amulet slowly grew tender and heater, a signboard the protective fascination was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the 1st to die ; her stark breasts marred by a ragged hole.

We were being driven back to the inventory. 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 rump of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a crowbar, her costa breaking, and she dropped in a heap.

My dorsum 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 get freed you,"Tom answered."You were the solitary one that was forced to be my slave."

"Then I would n't be your slave."

destruction walked to me. He was a stranger, a man clad in amber armor—a Monk. My sword broke on his armor. His sticker pierced my heart.

I fell into darkness ; an eternity of weightless falling into the solid ground, through the worldly concern, inscrutable and deeper. Into the abysm. I landed in gray fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing large and prominent as they neared.

I was in the tincture, the in high spirits stratum of Hell. Here, all those bound to cross and Mary waited in death, our psyche chained to them. Many bodyguard waited here, along with a few of the slovenly woman and other servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to recognize me. And with them were two old champion : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead Sister. I could see other forms in the swarthiness. A light-haired woman, beautiful and furious, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"skipper,"Minami smiled, falling to her genu."Even in last, we serve."

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

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

As our headmaster was reunited with his hard worker, I noticed more and more figures appear in the mist. more bodyguards appeared. I did n't distinguish many of them. They were assigned to other parts of the world. Beth and break of day, 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 governor of the Theocracy Bishops of the Church 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 XXX years of pacification,"I answered."thirty eld to grow soft, to uprise lax."
I felt something tug at me, a black chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the iniquity of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and The Virgin. We had sold our somebody for unceasing youth and might, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to heat, to fuel, to the tortured screaming of the damned. I stood on blood-red rock-and-roll, oestrus slamming into me, suffocating me. hundred appeared on the hill, all those who sold their soulfulness to Mark and Virgin Mary. They stood at the tiptop, magnificent, beautiful, mighty amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The social station of the escort knelt before our divinity, the Sluts gathered around them. The rest of us, the regulator of the Fourteen territory of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the 14 diocese stood surrounded by their family and handmaiden. All of Tom 's slave stood around him, with me on his right and our girl on his left hand, and like everyone else, we fixed our centre at the top of the hill.

"What are your program line, master copy ?"Violet 's interpreter rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

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

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. Well my ladies, we helped him govern the land, why not snake pit ?"

Around us, lesser demons and shades of the utterly gathered. I could feel their fear. Mark and Mary had the tycoon of all the greater demons : Molech, Lilith, Old Nick, others. No-one could rival them.

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

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my hand, 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 rest home for ourselves in sin .