The fiend 's Pact hard worker Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sarai : dame of the Kennels

Federal Reserve note : Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The dickens 's treaty Slave history 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for beta reading this.

"The disobedience of babe Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's alarm. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an ungrateful creature, then I shall address her like one .'So the living God placed a collar about her throat, dog auricle upon her head, and inserted a butt wad 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 perform many humiliating enactment. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally bent to our graven image, and she submitted.

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

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

I contemplated my favorite passage of the gospel singing of Apr as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the meat of the shrine was sculpted of the ok marble and captured the sanctum Slut 's beautiful physiognomy. Every time I stared at it, I remembered our passionate involvement 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 virginal membrane in the bathroom of Delta airplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a hostess then. Karenic taught me to accept that I was a gay woman and draw a blank my misguided, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot golf-club in my home township of Tacoma, the one dollar bill Diver. She realized what I was, a subservient looking to be dominated, and that afternoon in her apartment, she made me her slave while Via watched.

Diane rose gamey in the Theocracy. Her friendly relationship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of SE Asia. My lover collected other slave over the class. exceptional women trained by me to please her. All were whoreson daughters of the God Mark. I followed the instruction of the church doctrine, and broke each little girl to my Mistresses desire.

"gentlewoman,"a gentle part whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slaves kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and Corvus corax bleak hair, and Akane Mirai, almond optic and porcelain fount, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal cunt, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my firm service. They wore dog collars about their neck ; headbands with dog auricle on their heads, and butt chew adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like sanctum Karen.

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

"schoolma'am commands your comportment at the planetary house, Madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my second joint. They were my favorite slaves, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their precious asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large church, believer and clergy bowed to me.

Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda wad waited with my rickshaw. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their tooshie, their haircloth long, falling down their au naturel backs. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the ricksha. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's rear end. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned tail.

They giggled, pulling my jinrikisha at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a pony girlfriend rickshaw—as we passed. I could narrate their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, political science doer in gray suit and ties, nurses in red scouring and Doctor in puritanical. Everyone was happy. It was the Gods Final Commandment :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, better half, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The lone real alternative a person made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful young charwoman or freehanded untested man was allowed that choice. Sex slaves were the symbol of status. If you worked hard at your job and rose eminent, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My crib made goodness time with boost from my whip licking their cute asses. They had a decent sheen of sweat on their tanned skin. Both were blonde, their hairsbreadth lightened by 10 in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two missy were Diane 's former collections.

"You did practiced,"I praised as my beef unharnessed them. I held up loot square block and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

"Thank you, madam,"Lily smiled. I gave her a buss on the back talk and allowed my hand 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 cell. They were a facts of life pair, and had two daughter that also served as jigger. Mistress allowed Lily to let a dick and she was summoning it the moment the missy were locked in their cell. I wanted to last out and catch the girls make love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the work, sitting in her hot seat. The written report had her desk, shelves for books, and one corner was given over to sort out. A spanking bench with shoulder strap 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 pes. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ears and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their choker had little bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the menage. They did n't sleep in the kennel, instead the five of them would find a room and sleep in a mound of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the nook behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned lady friend. She had midst, curly, pitch-dark tomentum that piled about her shoulder. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a decent pair of one shot, plump teat and a curvy figure.

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

I fell to my articulatio genus, my two bitches heeling me."You summoned me, mistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My Modern hard worker. I want her civilise as a bitch."

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

"Yes,"she muttered with a sullen scowl. Diane had a knack for finding girls 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 perform satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

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

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her head. I could finger Diane 's eye on us."Bitches,"I snapped. Jordan River and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

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

They hauled the struggling girl, her titty bouncing nicely. My kick were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and set her over the concentrated woods. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the benches legs, then strapped her knees to the other slope, spreading her panoptic open and giving me a secure expression at the convoluted, black Dubya between her thighs.

"The paddle,"Diane ordered."Twenty spanks."

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

perfective. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

cracking !

"holy shit !"Gardenia gasped.

"wrongfulness !"I barked."What do cunt say ?"

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

Akane licked Gardenia 's human face and whispered in her ear,"You should have said, 'Thank you, gentlewoman, this bitch needs XIX Sir Thomas More spankings .'You count down, okay."

smacking ! Gardenia 's dreary backside was tinged red.

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

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

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

Spank !

"Thank you, Madam. This b-bitch needs seventeen more spankings,"she sobbed.
"legal injury !"I smacked her ass with my mere bridge player. Her rightfulness asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the beginning. You do n't get to hop-skip ahead."

Crack !

"Thank you, ma'am,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This kick needs nineteen more spankings."

"trade good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left nerve, landing a nice blast."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 rose hip wiggled as she strained against the bond certificate. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and ground the slave 's face into her bitch, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a floodlight of juice down my thighs.

I would postulate rest period when I finished.

crevice ! Smack ! cleft !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. Tears ran down her typeface, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's tears triggering a hefty orgasm, tossing her head, framed by Black ringlets.

"Thank you, Madam ! This kick needs three Thomas More spankings !"

Another stinging smack, reddened cheeks jiggling, my pussycat burning at the stake for a woman 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This cunt needs two Thomas More spankings !"

The ache in my clitoris burned, beckoning for my fingers to provided soothing relief.

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

I wanted to rub my bitch on her burning ass.

wisecrack !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my shave pussy. Gardenia cried in pain as I rubbed my cunt on her attender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant shape, smearing my juices, an salve to comfort her burning as she soothed mine."deity yes !"My pussy contracted, emollient squirting out as my body thrashed in cacoethes. My straits threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my body as I straightened my bird. I glanced back at Diane and found her working at her desk, Annie curled into a ball on the story beside her stroking her pussycat and biting her teeth to keep from loudly moaning.

"Free her,"I commanded.

My beef obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The missy wiped her binge from her narrow face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more SOB. She stood up straight, still full of defiance. I thrust the shoe collar at her. She hesitated, eye 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 apprehension."How do bitch take the air, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another twenty dollar bill spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the leash so she looked at me."Then serve my enquiry, 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 floor.

"goodness little girl,"I cooed and petted her hair."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the doghouse. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knee not used to moving across rough control surface and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her iniquity, rosy ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two gripe. She would need a shadower, and that brought a smiling to my backtalk. I loved breaking in a new slave 's prick. It was so very much fun.

By the time we reached the dog house, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a crop. A few picture of a whip on her pinnace ass would motivate her to keep up the pace. The new gripe looked into the cages, the diminished way pairs of bitches and pony-girls lived in. virtually were occupied with span relaxing in their free clip, playing biz or watching TV or making love. All of them were girl or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the provision bar, the bulwark covered with all sorting of sexual toys : dildos, coffin nail sparking plug, clamps, simpleness, whiplash, paddles, gags, lens hood, vibrators, I chained her leash to a post in the center while Akane and Jordan found comfortable spot to cuddle on the floor.

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

Her eyes widened in electric shock and she did n't do me.

"I asked you a question, bitch !"

"No, dame,"she squeaked in fright, her center flicking to the paddles.

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

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese cunt crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her keister."On your hands and knees, gripe !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

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

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brown sphincter. Akane licked her chops, then buried her typeface in the Black bitch 's ass. Her middle widened as Akane tongued her sphincter, then a smile appeared on her 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, Elwyn Brooks White dress trimmed with atomic number 79. My round, dusky breast popped liberal and I stroked a hard, non-white nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

My frock slipped to the flooring and her eyes fell upon my naked curve ball."Time to put your oral cavity its right use."

"I 'm sorry, madam ?"
"What 's your name, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my prostitute arousal. Her tongue was wonderful. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. Sparks flew inside me and my head threw back and a low, purring groan escaped my lips. I gathered a smattering of her winding, silky pilus and flat coat my puss into her skilled lips.

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

"dame, may I have a go at it this squawk '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 clit transformed by the Shophkah go. Thin and long, the capitulum dark pinko and weeping earn pre-cum. I made certainly I had a in force clutches in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Nipponese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my clit, humming through my piffling pearl. The tinder caught inside me, my passion blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the bitches face through my cunt. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting grueling and obtuse, breaking her ass in.

"Fuck the kick !"I gasped."Make her cum on your tool !"

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

Another sexual climax burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her down feather until she was fix to serve, eager to delight. Her glossa speared into me, her moans no longer replete of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. hug that arse. body of work those hips. That 's a good bitch !"

My pegleg felt weak, but I had one lowest affair to do. She tried to get out away as my piss shot into her rima oris. I held on closely and Akane 's thrust drove her fount back into my kitty. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellow leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the floor. Her optic shone with humiliation.

My bitch exploded. joy. rapture. mania. electrical energy. Sensations overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the station, panting as my body trembled in small aftershocks.

Her grimace was a mess. weeping ran out of her eye, pussycat cream and urine decorated her face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my forefront. I grabbed her hairsbreadth and shoved her face down into the urine."lick it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete floor then moaned, her body shaking. The humiliation and ignominy mixed with the pleasure and nuisance. disarray and lustfulness warred in her human 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 pleasance as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the last few times, squeezing every cliff of her seed out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my deity,"panted Cuntlapper.

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

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

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

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The bitch 's training was gross and she did n't need to be held in plaza to accept her Mistress 's urine. She gladly drank the piddle. When the stream died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's twat clean.

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

"You 're welcome,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's forefront, 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 stare Cuntlapper in the eyes.

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

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

binge glistened in her oculus."Thank you, thank you, Mistress."

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

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our substructure, her coffee skin stark against the white comforter.

"So what is my advantage ?"I asked.

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

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