The ogre 's Pact slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sarai : dame of the kennel

greenback : Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The Old Nick 's accord slave Chronicle 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for Beta reading this.

"The noncompliance of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an ungrateful beast, then I shall care for her like one .'So the livelihood God placed a collar about her throat, dog ears upon her head, and inserted a butt male plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his hand to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to execute many humiliating acts. The will of sis Cuntrag was finally bent to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slut ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our deity into Karen, the holy adulteress, by sexual morality of our Gods'lovemaking and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

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

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

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the low cleaning lady to ever dominate me. She took my hymen in the lav of Delta aeroplane flying from Michigan to SeaTac. I had been a stewardess then. Karen taught me to accept that I was a lesbian and forget my misguide, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my abode town of Tacoma, the clam Diver. She realized what I was, a submissive looking to be dominated, and that afternoon in her flat, she made me her slave while Via watched.

Diane rose highschool in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My devotee collected early striver over the year. limited women trained by me to please her. All were bastard daughters of the God Mark. I followed the instruction of the gospel, and broke each girl to my fancy woman desire.

"lady,"a gentle representative whispered.

I turned to the two dog house slave kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and guttle black fuzz, and Akane Mirai, almond eyes and porcelain face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal beef, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal inspection and repair. They wore dog collars about their neck ; headbands with dog pinna on their oral sex, and butt hype adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like holy place Karen.

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

"mistress commands your presence at the mansion, brothel keeper,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her face against my thigh. They were my favourite striver, some of the in effect I ever trained. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their cunning posterior wagging their tails. As we moved through the large Church, worshipers and clergy bowed to me.

outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my jinrikisha. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their ass, their hair's-breadth long, falling down their naked binding. Harnesses covered their torso, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the jinrikisha 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The occupy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her handmaiden used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could severalise their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, government workers in gray suits and crosstie, nanny in red scrubbing and MD in blue. Everyone was happy. It was the god Final precept :"uncovering fulfilment and joy in whatever job, better half, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The but tangible alternative a person made was sexual slaveholding. And only the most beautiful Pres Young woman or fine-looking young man was allowed that choice. Sex slave were the symbolic representation of status. If you worked punishing at your job and rose luxuriously, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made honest prison term with boost from my whiplash licking their cute asses. They had a nice sheen of sudor on their bronzed skin. Both were blond, their haircloth lightened by decades in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two female child were Diane 's early collections.

"You did right,"I praised as my squawk unharnessed them. I held up boodle cubes and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

"Thank you, madam,"Lily smiled. I gave her a buss on the lips and allowed my hired man to fondle her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cubicle. They were a facts of life pair, and had two daughter that also served as ponies. Mistress allowed Lily to suffer a stopcock and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their cell. I wanted to rest and watch the girls make love life, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chairperson. The subject area had her desk, shelves for Scripture, and one recess was given over to train. A spanking work bench with straps to hold down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a extract of party whip, crops, and paddles.

One of the cat-girls licked her animal foot. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ears and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their arrest had little bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the planetary house. They did n't sleep in the dog house, instead the five of them would find a room and eternal rest in a bundle of nude flesh.

Quietly standing in the niche behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, black hair that piled about her berm. She was defenseless and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a dainty twosome of turn, plump titty and a curvey figure.

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

I fell to my knee joint, my two beef heeling me."You summoned me, schoolmistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My newfangled slave. I want her aim as a bitch."

"Of grade, Mistress."I stood up and walked over to a shelf and found a dog arrest and leash."You are Gardenia ?"I asked her, stroking her face.

"Yes,"she muttered with a glowering scowl. Diane had a knack for finding miss that were less than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, Madam,"I corrected."Fail to deal me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my commands promptly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to do satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

I thrust the collar at her."From now on you are a bitch, and bitches wear their arrest at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the dog collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her school principal. I could finger Diane 's eyes on us."kick,"I snapped. Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

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

They hauled the struggling girl, her breasts bouncing nicely. My bitches were solid, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking work bench and set her over the arduous wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her implements of war into the leather cuff attached to the judiciary legs, then strapped her knees to the other side, spreading her broad open and giving me a proficient look at the tangled, black bush between her thighs.

"The boat paddle,"Diane ordered."twenty spanks."

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her face between Diane 's thigh, busily working her tongue through Diane 's pussy. mistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained iniquity with muddle drilled in the woods. I gave it a jive, the air whistling through the holes.

perfect. I moved to the disobedient hussy and swung.

crack cocaine !

"Holy shit !"Gardenia gasped.

"legal injury !"I barked."What do bitch say ?"

"I do n't know,"the slave wailed.

Akane licked Gardenia 's face and whispered in her ear,"You should give said, 'Thank you, ma'am, this bitch needs nineteen more spankings .'You count down, okay."

Smack ! Gardenia 's dark bottom was tinged red.

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

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

Like good cop-bad cop from TV shows and movies, I was the harsh fancy woman and Jordon and Akane the gentle hard worker.

Spank !

"Thank you, Madam. This b-bitch needs seventeen more spankings,"she sobbed.
"Wrong !"I smacked her ass with my bare handwriting. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the beginning. You do n't get to hop ahead."

Crack !

"Thank you, Madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This kick needs nineteen Thomas More spankings."

"commodity job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left cheek, landing a prissy reverse."Thank you, gentlewoman !"she gasped."This bitch 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 bonds. Gardenia sobbed her numeration, and I glanced at Diane. She had a fistful of Annie 's fiery hair and ground the hard worker 's font into her cunt, sighing softly. My own twat was releasing a outpouring of juice down my thighs.

I would need easing when I finished.

Crack ! Smack ! Crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. binge ran down her nerve, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's tears triggering a hefty orgasm, tossing her fountainhead, framed by black ringlets.

"Thank you, Madam ! This beef needs three More spankings !"

Another sting smack, reddened brass jiggling, my pussy burning for a woman 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs two more than spankings !"

The aching in my clit burned, beckoning for my finger's breadth to provided soothing relief.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs one more spanking !"

I wanted to rub my snatch on her burning ass.

whirl !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my shaved pussy. Gardenia cried in painful sensation as I rubbed my snatch on her legal tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant pulp, smearing my juice, an ointment to soothe her burning at the stake as she soothed mine."Gods yes !"My pussy contracted, ointment squirting out as my body thrashed in rage. My head threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as exaltation engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my body as I straightened my skirt. I glanced back at Diane and found her working at her desk, Annie curled into a musket ball on the floor beside her stroking her pussy and biting her dentition to sustain from loudly moaning.

"free her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her peg down face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more whoreson. She stood up straight, still full 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.

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

"Yes, madam,"she answered.

I hooked the leash to her collar."How do bitch walk, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the trinity so she looked at me."Then answer my question, Cuntlapper."

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

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

"Good girl,"I cooed and petted her whisker."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan River and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across rough surfaces and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her dark, rose-colored ass, so precious as it swayed between my former two squawk. She would take a quarter, and that brought a smile to my sass. I loved breaking in a new striver 's motherfucker. It was so a good deal fun.

By the fourth dimension we reached the kennels, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a crop. A few flicks of a party whip on her attendant ass would prompt her to preserve up the footstep. The new squawk looked into the cages, the small elbow room span of bitch and pony-girls lived in. nigh were occupied with distich relaxing in their gratuitous sentence, playing plot or watching television set or making honey. All of them were daughter or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the rampart covered with all sorts of intimate toys : dildos, target plugs, clamps, restraints, lash, paddle, muzzle, hoods, vibrators, I chained her leash to a billet in the inwardness while Akane and Jordan found comfortable spot to nuzzle on the floor.

"Which plug should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my finger running across tapered, black plastic, dog tails hanging from the wide end. I hefted a dense one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her eye widened in daze and she did n't answer me.

"I asked you a interrogative sentence, cunt !"

"No, ma'am,"she squeaked in fearfulness, her eyes flicking to the paddles.

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

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Nipponese squawk crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her bottom."On your hands and knees, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha beef,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."orbit behind and spread your reasonably butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brown anatomical sphincter. Akane licked her chop shot, then buried her face in the Black bitch 's ass. Her eyes widened as Akane tongued her anatomical sphincter, then a grinning appeared on her human face and she purred.

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in forepart of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white dress trimmed with Au. My stave, twilight chest popped free and I stroked a hard, blue nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

My dress slipped to the story and her eyes fell upon my naked curves."meter to put your mouth its right use."

"I 'm pitiful, Madam ?"
"What 's your name, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my bawd arousal. Her tongue was fantastic. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. Muriel Sarah Spark flew inside me and my foreland threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my sass. I gathered a smattering of her voluminous, silky hairsbreadth and ground my puss into her skilled lips.

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

"Madam, may I have intercourse this bitch '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 psyche dark pink and weeping clear pre-cum. I made sure I had a estimable grip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Nipponese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her rooster up the new slave 's ass.

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

"nookie the beef !"I gasped."Make her cum on your cock !"

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

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her down until she was quick to serve, bore to please. Her knife speared into me, her moans no longer replete of pain.

"I think she likes my hammer. hug that bastard. study those hips. That 's a beneficial bitch !"

My legs felt weak, but I had one last thing to do. She tried to pull away as my weewee shot into her mouth. I held on pissed and Akane 's thrusts drove her side back into my puss. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellowed leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the floor. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. Pleasure. Rapture. Passion. electricity. mavin overpowered me. My muscle contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the berth, panting as my organic structure trembled in minuscule aftershocks.

Her case was a lot. Tears ran out of her eyes, pussy cream and water decorated her expression. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my headland. I grabbed her pilus and shoved her face down into the piss."Lick it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete level then moaned, her torso trembling. The humiliation and shame mixed with the pleasure and bother. Confusion and lust warred in her face as she came despite the degrading handling. No, she came because of the degrading treatment.

Akane howled, burying herself in Cuntlapper 's ass, her face a rictus of joy as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the last few times, squeezing every drop of her germ out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my Gods,"panted Cuntlapper.

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

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

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, district of Southeast Asia

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

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

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

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

"Do you want to be my bitch 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 public figure. You can be called Gardenia once more."

tears glistened in her middle."Thank you, thank you, Mistress."

Diane climbed into our bed and I slid in beside her, kissing my mistress on the mouth."You 're going to get a very nice reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."blackguard sleep on the fundament of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our infantry, her burnt umber skin stark against the Patrick White comforter.

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my cheek and I 'll realise you howl, Sarai."

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