The Devil 's treaty Slave chronicle
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sarai : Madam of the kennel

Note : Sarai had always been a submissive Lesbian and Diane dominated her in The hellion 's Pact Slave Chronicle 5 : Via, exemption. Thanks b0b for genus Beta reading this.

"The disobedience of sis Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's dismay. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an ungrateful beast, then I shall deal her like one .'So the aliveness God placed a collar about her throat, dog ears upon her head, and inserted a rear male plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's quarter. Then, offering his hand to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a gripe and forced her to perform many humiliating routine. The will of baby Cuntrag was finally bent to our Supreme Being, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slut ,'she begged, and was transformed from the disgustful Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karen, the Holy Slut, by virtue of our Gods'dear and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, District of sou'-east Asia

I contemplated my preferred passage of the Gospel of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the okay marble and captured the holy place Slut 's beautiful countenance. Every time 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 first woman to ever dominate me. She took my hymen in the can of Delta airplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a stewardess then. Karen taught me to swallow that I was a tribade and leave my misadvise, Muslim beliefs.

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

Diane rose high in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My lover collected other striver over the years. Special char trained by me to please her. All were bastard daughters of the God Mark. I followed the teachings of the Gospel, and broke each lady friend to my Mistresses desire.

"Madam,"a gentle interpreter whispered.

I turned to the two dog house slave kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and prey total darkness whisker, and Akane Mirai, Prunus amygdalus eyes and porcelain grimace, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal beef, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal service. They wore dog collars about their neck opening ; headbands with dog spike on their capitulum, and butt plugs adorned with dog shadower up their asses.

Just like Holy Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your presence at the mansion, Madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her face against my thigh. They were my favorite hard worker, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their III, and they crawled before me, their precious screwing wagging their tail assembly. As we moved through the big Christian church, worshipers and clergy bowed to me.

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

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitch ran alongside. The in use streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servant used a pony young woman rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professing based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, government actor in gray case and ties, nursemaid in red scouring and doctors in blue. Everyone was happy. It was the Gods Final precept :"uncovering fulfilment and joy in whatever job, partner, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The exclusively material choice a somebody made was sexual slaveholding. And only the most beautiful young woman or handsome young man was allowed that choice. Sex slaves were the symbol of condition. If you worked hard at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made good time with encouragement from my whip licking their cute stern. They had a nice shininess of fret on their bronze skin. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by decade in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two female child were Diane 's earliest collections.

"You did secure,"I praised as my bitch unharnessed them. I held up sugar regular hexahedron and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

"Thank you, ma'am,"Lily smiled. I gave her a kiss on the lips and allowed my hired hand to fondle her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of delectation,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a breeding pair, and had two daughters that also served as pony. schoolmarm allowed Lily to have a cock and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their cell. I wanted to rest and watch the girls make passion, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the written report, sitting in her electric chair. The study had her desk, shelves for books, and one street corner was given over to discipline. A spanking bench with shoulder strap to entertain down an ungovernable break one's back sat before a pegboard from which hung a excerption of whips, harvest, and boat paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten pinna and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their apprehension had little Vanessa Stephen on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't sleep in the kennels, instead the five of them would find a room and sleep in a pile of defenseless flesh.

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a spooky, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, fatal pilus that piled about her shoulder. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a nice pair of round, plump titty and a curvy figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two kick heeling me."You summoned me, Mistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My newest slave. I want her trail as a bitch."

"Of course, 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 sullen scowl. Diane had a knack for finding missy that were lupus erythematosus than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, ma'am,"I corrected."Fail to address me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my commands promptly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to perform 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 leash at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her head. I could feel Diane 's middle on us."gripe,"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 fille, her breasts bouncing nicely. My kick were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and bent her over the hard Sir Henry Joseph Wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the benches branch, then strapped her knees to the early position, spreading her wide open and giving me a good flavor at the tangled, black chaparral between her thighs.

"The paddle,"Diane ordered."twenty dollar bill spanks."

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her face between Diane 's second joint, busily working her knife through Diane 's pussy. Mistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with muddle drilled in the wood. I gave it a swing, the air whistling through the holes.

Perfect. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

pass !

"Holy bull !"Gardenia gasped.

"Wrong !"I barked."What do bitches say ?"

"I do n't live,"the striver wailed.

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

Smack ! Gardenia 's dark derriere was tinged red.

"Thank you madam, this b-bi ..."She snarled her tongue around the word.

"You can do it,"encouraged Jordan sweetly, licking her back talk."Just allow in what you are ... a gripe !"

Like good cop-bad cop from TV shows and movie, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the gentle slave.

Spank !

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

Crack !

"Thank you, Madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This beef needs nineteen more spankings."

"Good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left buttock, landing a squeamish blow."Thank you, Madam !"she gasped."This gripe needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her cheeks jiggled and her pelvic arch wiggled as she strained against the chemical bond. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and ground the slave 's side into her twat, sighing softly. My own puss was releasing a flood of juices down my thighs.

I would postulate reliever when I finished.

gap ! Smack ! offer !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. Tears ran down her fount, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's rip triggering a powerful orgasm, tossing her oral sex, framed by black ringlets.

"Thank you, Madam ! This gripe needs three more spankings !"

Another stinging smack, reddened impertinence jiggling, my pussy electrocution for a woman 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs two More spankings !"

The ache in my clit burned, beckoning for my finger to provided soothing relief.

"Thank you, Madam ! This kick needs one to a greater extent spanking !"

I wanted to rub my pussy on her electrocution ass.

Crack !

I lifted my chick, exposing my plane puss. Gardenia cried in pain as I rubbed my pussy on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my ivory into her pliant flesh, smearing my juices, an ointment to soothe her burning at the stake as she soothed mine."idol yes !"My cunt contracted, pick squirting out as my body thrashed in mania. My head teacher threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my body as I straightened my wench. I glanced back at Diane and found her workings at her desk, Annie curled into a musket ball on the floor beside her stroking her kitty and biting her teeth to keep from loudly moaning.

"Free her,"I commanded.

My cunt obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her rip from her constringe grimace, nostrils flaring as she fought off more prick. She stood up straight, still wide of defiance. I thrust the collar 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 gens for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, gentlewoman,"she answered.

I hooked the tether to her shoe collar."How do bitches walk, Cuntlapper ?"

"I do n't know,"she mumbled.

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the three so she looked at me."Then answer my dubiousness, Cuntlapper."

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

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

"Good girlfriend,"I cooed and petted her hair."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the dog house. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across rough Earth's surface and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her darkness, blushful ass, so cute as it swayed between my former two kick. She would need a tail, and that brought a smile to my lip. I loved breaking in a new slave 's motherfucker. It was so much fun.

By the time we reached the kennel, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a craw. A few picture of a lash on her stamp ass would motivate her to sustain up the stride. The new gripe looked into the batting cage, the minuscule rooms pairs of squawk and pony-girls lived in. Most were occupied with twosome relaxing in their free time, playing biz or watching goggle box or making passion. All of them were girl or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the wall covered with all variety of sexual toys : dildos, butt quid, clinch, chasteness, party whip, boat paddle, gags, hood, vibrators, I chained her collar to a post in the centre of attention while Akane and Jordan found comfortable spot to snuggle on the floor.

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

Her oculus widened in shock and she did n't serve me.

"I asked you a question, bitch !"

"No, Madam,"she squeaked in fright, 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 open with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese bitch crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her freighter."On your hands and knees, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha cunt,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."reaching behind and go around your fairly butt-cheeks."

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

"You like that, grouse ?"I asked, standing in front of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white dress trimmed with amber. My troll, dusky breasts popped disembarrass and I stroked a hard, dark nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

My dress slipped to the floor and her heart fell upon my defenseless curves."fourth dimension to put your mouth its right use."

"I 'm good-for-nothing, Madam ?"
"What 's your name, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart arousal. Her clapper was wonderful. Agile, flitting visible radiation as a feathering across my labia, brushing my clit. Muriel Spark flew inside me and my oral sex threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a smattering of her voluminous, silky hair and ground my bitch into her skilled lips.

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

"gentlewoman, may I get laid this kick 's ass ?"Akane asked, looking up at me between dark-red asscheeks.

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A cock blossomed from Akane 's genital organ, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the head iniquity pink and weeping clear pre-cum. I made sure enough I had a skilful travelling bag in Cuntlapper 's hairsbreadth as my Japanese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new slave 's ass.

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

"piece of tail the gripe !"I gasped."make her cum on your peter !"

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

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a kick get degraded. Breaking her down until she was ready to serve, eagre to please. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer to the full of pain.

"I think she likes my putz. hug that asshole. Work those rose hip. That 's a good gripe !"

My legs felt infirm, but I had one terminal affair to do. She tried to pull away as my piss dig into her backtalk. I held on tight and Akane 's thrusting drove her facial expression back into my cunt. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellow-bellied leaked out of her sassing, dribbling onto the base. Her center shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. Pleasure. rapture. love. Electricity. Sensations overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my body trembled in low aftershocks.

Her side was a pickle. Tears ran out of her heart, pussy cream and urine decorated her face. A pool formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her tomentum and shoved her face down into the pissing."clout it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete trading floor then moaned, her eubstance trembling. The humiliation and shame mix with the delight and pain. disarray and lust warred in her look as she came despite the degrading discussion. No, she came because of the degrading treatment.

Akane howled, burying herself in Cuntlapper 's ass, her face a rictus of pleasure as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the last few prison term, squeezing every cliff of her seed 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 bitch !"I smiled.

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

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The bitch 's training was complete and she did n't need to be held in home to accept her schoolma'am 's urine. She gladly drank the piss. When the flow died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

"Thank you, fancy woman,"Cuntlapper purred."This gripe enjoyed drinking your urine."

"You 're receive,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's head, then my Mistress 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 gaze Cuntlapper in the eyes.

"I do, schoolmistress,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

"Cuntlapper is such an inelegant name. You can be called Gardenia once more."

tear glistened in her eyes."Thank you, thank you, Mistress."

Diane climbed into our bed and I slid in beside her, kissing my mistress on the sassing."You 're going to get a very skillful payoff,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."wiener sleep on the foot of the bed."

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

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my face and I 'll have you howl, Sarai."

I beamed."You always do, even after 40 years. ”