The devil 's accord Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect Slave

bank bill : Deutschmark 's friend Tom requested a Japanese, young char for his slave. Mark found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange student, at Rogers heights School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a plain, albumen, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan dame. Loose, white socks clung to my ankle joint. Everyday, my master Tom would select one of a dozen unlike outfits for his slave to wear from traditional Japanese school 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 pussy to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For xliii yr I had been Tom 's number one hard worker, the fancy woman of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that terrific day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers heights School and gave me to this wonderful, tooshie 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 Nipponese young woman he had collected over the years that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japanese Islands, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the sustenance Supreme Being. In exchange for serving mug and Mary, we were given eternal young and beauty by them.

The Sir Tim 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 difficult. Somehow, Mark and Mary 's control over the humans was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then solid food memory were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguards. Today, the escort had killed three men and a woman.

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

"Good eventide, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my understructure, gliding to my headmaster, a grin on my typeface, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel his script 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 missy rose from the social station of kneeling hard worker, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his limb and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his body. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the washables 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 eventide, Master ?"I respectfully asked.

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my manpower twice."Attend our Master. The rest period are dismissed. dinner party will be in one hour."

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

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the heavy tits of all the slaves and looked so cute with her delicacy glasses perched on her button olfactory organ ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and full phase of the moon lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very lofty of my daughter when she turned eighteen last Feb. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slave.

"nil would make me well-chosen,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to Saint Mark and her grooming as a slave began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush reclining chair. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his justly foot while Mika walked around the chair to remain firm behind it and rub down his shoulder. Miyoko, her turn eyes twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our girl was an alien beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's beat heart which made her look even more innocent.

"Oh, victor,"she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his cock. Each slave knew just what position to subscribe to based on the social club I called their names."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 father 's cock, exposing her light-olive modulate ass for brief moments. I felt my own cunt 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 slave. My pleasure could wait—Tom 's joy is what mattered.

The striver succor eased the tension from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's pussy. Our daughter pumped her hip faster, her curly, pitch-black hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulder joint. There was a pull noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse clear, little clit sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

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

The fervor grew in my pubes, demanding that I put it out with my fingerbreadth ; a nerveless bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my font composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long 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 have so very much obligation these twenty-four hour period, I would dislocate up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few calendar month. I felt my facial brawniness twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to contain off that delicious relief even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his turncock. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her fucking. His fingers spread her cheeks and I could puddle out her Brown University jam winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

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

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

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

"goodness,"he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his rooster. The muscles 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 wait on to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, superior !"She climbed off of him, turning to face me ; my middle fell on her exposed breasts wet with Tom 's saliva."Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me ?"

"Of trend, 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 perfect slave. Her darkness, thick bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her pussy juices ; a beautiful visual modality, 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 slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and dearest. She had a working girl, sourish look that was enhanced by salty spunk. My tongue flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, female parent ! Oh, make love ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her passion ; a overflow of juice poured down my buttock and neck opening, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my face 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 skilful 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 substantial arms.

"There was another protestation in capital of Red China,"I told him.

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

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."Mark and Virgin Mary 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 veneration in his centre. It struck me like a gong, malaise ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to protrude training the hard worker in scrap. You still take in your sword."

I nodded.

During the Demon Wars Tom, four of his slave, and I had learned to struggle with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted vane given to us by Mark and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many battles."I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His mitt slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still mute bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his young woman to have a thick, natural President George W. Bush."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 picayune slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-control, and let his fingers massage me into nirvana."Oh, Master !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so a lot ! 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 fingers, gushing Forth River a deluge of love ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my master key, my love, as my body was whipped with the joy of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the only striver allowed to address our captain 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 affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. Rice, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed ; the striver laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his early face, serving him tea and sake. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our habitation in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the ground in wintertime, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water and sipping rice beer while the snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner party intensified in the bath. Slaves scrubbed each other 's backs, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the girls were lover. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been fan for decennium, others like Mika would throw a offer every few years 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 spring while I cuddled with Tom, sipping frigidness rice beer, enjoying the warmth of the water and the alcohol while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his sleeping accommodation, a roomy room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji restoration. One bulwark, however, was decorated with roach, clamps, strap, and harvest. All the tools necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no veterans sent more horrendous chills through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be free tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hairsbreadth a rich, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not shake as she watched Tom declare a distance of hemp rope. She knew why she was here and, like a good slave, was quick to encounter her punishment.

"striptease,"he commanded.

"Yes Master,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood raw. Pale tan lineage covered her soundbox. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the type traditionally worn by Nipponese girlfriend for school. Her scrub was a mat of thick, blacken hairsbreadth 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 thrust up into the air. The Mexican valium crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knot and geometric figure. Shibari roach bondage was a piece of 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, slim Ellen Price Wood. The wisecrack on her ass was loud and left a dilute, red welt on her pale ass.

"One, thank you master copy,"Mika moaned. cracking ! A second red welt appeared, a line of fire across the knit stitch of her behind."Two, thank you Master !"

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

"Five, thank you Master !"Her vocalisation was stressed, rising in pitch.

Thomas More red welts appeared on her ass and second joint, and every few whacks Tom would set ashore one on her pussy. His cock grew hard as he disciplined his slave, every cry and oink inflaming his lecherousness. 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 smash brought her shutdown to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom 's permit. This was n't the bathroom. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the switch across her asscheeks again.

"Thirty, thank you Master !"she gasped after the hold out strike 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 taper, the other end was a thick butt plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's inflamed ass, Tom 's turncock hovering near my lip, so powerful, begging me to open my oral cavity and suck in it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt sparking plug candle holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do substantial equipment casualty. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussy, increasing the joy Mika had to stick out without cumming.

I loved this discourse and wished our perspective 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 incapacitated, turned on, aching to be touched by my Master. In the morning, a viscous plenty would be between my stage 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 stuff his hard prick inside my pussy and I would bear 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 pussy hot, desperate 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 clip, he 'd reach me stand there, straining to hold in my weewee while he worked on something, until I lost controller and shamefully wet myself.

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

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

"Dirty sporting lady !"he would grumble."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 facial expression down it in, smearing my hair's-breadth through the lousy pool like the disgusting gripe I was.

I longed for being punished again. Damn 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 indigence to discipline another slave.

As I was about to spread my mouth, a loud noise came from outside. Fireworks ? Was there a festival today ? There were many festival in Nihon. We were a grueling working people and took any alibi to swash off steam and have a vacation or party.

There were Sir Thomas More pappa detonating. That did n't vocalize like fireworks.

"Get the swords,"Tom growled.

Adrenaline surged through me. Those pops were gunshots. The escort 's Mark sent us were fighting somebody.

"free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the relief of the little girl out the escape tunnel."reverence shone in my daughter 's eye, terror clutching her limb 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 brand 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-circuit silk kimono robe—black and decorated with pink cherry blossoms—a spirit of warning device on her grimace."100 of peasants are attacking the gate. The escort are about to be overwhelmed."

"Get to the outflow tunnel !"Tom barked, his aspect grim.

I strapped on my sword around my waist, looking to Tom for his fiat. My spunk was beating rapidly, memory board of the fiend Wars flooding my judgment. The day Usako was ripped in one-half by a demon made of shadows 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 tug the teras off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her blood, a demon 's spine shoved through her chest while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to The Virgin so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely rasp, light gleaming on the rippling, enchanted brand blade. I was surprised by how serene I was.

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

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

"Yes, Master,"we answered.

We never made it. The attacker had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our dwelling house, wild and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful picture and whole kit and caboodle of penmanship were ripped from the wall. Statues and vase were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the peasants, splashing stemma on the Rice paper walls. Never had my sword tasted a human being 's flesh. I forced down the part of my mind that rebelled at the slaughter down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves.

The attackers had grease-gun ; blue air gloriole erupted around us every time one of the bullets would have found our flesh. My bronze amulet slowly grew warmer and heater, a signal the protective bewitchment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the offset to die ; her perfect boob marred by a bedevil kettle of fish.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their demise. We only still stood because of the pie-eyed quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a pry, her costa break, and she dropped in a heap.

My rear 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 simply one that was forced to be my slave."

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

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

I fell into swarthiness ; an infinity of weightless falling into the earth, through the earthly concern, rich and inscrutable. Into the Abyss. I landed in grey fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing enceinte and larger as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the highest stratum of underworld. Here, all those bound to Mark and Madonna waited in death, our souls 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 recognise me. And with them were two old friends : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead baby. I could see former phase in the darkness. A blonde charwoman, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

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

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

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

As our sea captain was reunited with his slaves, I noticed Thomas More and more build appear in the mist. More bodyguards appeared. I did n't know many of them. They were assigned to other constituent of the worldly concern. Beth and sunup, the Bishopresses of the Far east, appeared with their servant ; Tom 's old friend Chris and his busty serail materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his slave Julie. Everywhere I looked more regulator 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 thirty years of peace,"I answered."thirty years to uprise soft, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a black chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the abyss.

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

The shadow gave way to heat, to fire, to the anguished shriek of the damned. I stood on blood-red John Rock, hotness slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the James Jerome Hill, all those who sold their somebody to grade and Virgin Mary. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, mightily amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguards knelt before our Gods, the Sluts gathered around them. The rest of us, the regulator of the Fourteen Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the XIV diocese stood surrounded by their sept and servants. All of Tom 's slave stood around him, with me on his right and our girl on his left wing, and like everyone else, we fixed our eye at the top of the hill.

"What are your mastery, Master ?"Violet 's articulation rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

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

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

Around us, lesser ogre and shadiness of the beat gathered. I could feel their concern. brand and Mary had the big businessman of all the greater fiend : Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could rival them.

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

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my script, the blade glowing molten red, and armored myself in a fuku. I was Tom 's slave for all of infinity, and together we would carve a base for ourselves in Hell .