The Devil 's accord striver Chronicles
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Sarai : dame of the dog house

note of hand : Sarai had always been a submissive Lesbian and Diane dominated her in The heller 's pact hard worker history 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for beta reading this.

"The disobedience 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 treat her like one .'So the Living God placed a collar about her throat, dog ears upon her psyche, and inserted a posterior plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his hand to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a cunt and forced her to do many humiliating acts. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally bent to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slovenly woman ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karenic, the Holy Slut, by virtue of our God'love and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

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

I contemplated my favorite passing of the Gospel of Apr as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the o.k. marble and captured the Holy slut 's beautiful countenance. Every metre I stared at it, I remembered our passionate affair that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the public figure 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 maidenhead in the can of Delta airplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a hostess then. Karenic taught me to go for that I was a gay woman and forget my mistaken, Moslem beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my home plate Ithiel Town of Tacoma, the dollar bill 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 eminent in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My lover collected other slave over the twelvemonth. peculiar women trained by me to please her. All were bastard daughters of the God Deutsche Mark. I followed the teachings of the Gospel, and broke each girlfriend to my Mistresses desire.

"Madam,"a placate vocalisation whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slave kneeling before me. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven black whisker, and Akane Mirai, almond eyes and porcelain case, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal service. They wore dog collars about their neck ; headbands with dog spike on their heads, and butt plug adorned with dog rear end up their asses.

Just like Holy Karen.

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

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

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheek against my thigh. They were my favorite slave, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their cute butt wagging their tails. As we moved through the big Church, worshipers and clergy bowed to me.

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

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my cunt ran alongside. The interfering streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could severalise their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, government proletarian in gray courtship and ties, nurses in red scrubs and doctors in blue. Everyone was felicitous. It was the Supreme Being final commandment :"Find fulfilment and joy in whatever job, mate, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The only real choice a individual made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful untried woman or well-favored young man was allowed that choice. Sex striver were the symbol of status. If you worked laborious at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My shot glass made good time with encouragement from my lash licking their cute asses. They had a prissy sheen of effort on their tanned skin. Both were blonde, their hair's-breadth lightened by decades in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two daughter were Diane 's former collections.

"You did skillful,"I praised as my beef unharnessed them. I held up sugar third power 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 paw to caress her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the doghouse to their cell. They were a fostering brace, and had two girl that also served as ponies. mistress allowed Lily to have a cock and she was summoning it the moment the girl were locked in their cubicle. I wanted to stay on and look on the girls make love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the survey, sitting in her electric chair. The discipline had her desk, shelves for books, and one corner was given over to sort out. A spanking work bench with strap to carry down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of whip, harvest, and boat paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ears and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collar had piddling chime on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the mansion. They did n't kip in the doghouse, instead the five of them would find a way and eternal sleep in a pile of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a unquiet, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, black-market hair that piled about her shoulder. She was defenseless and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a nice brace of round, plump tits and a curvy figure.

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"she muttered with a heavy scowl. Diane had a bent for finding girls that were LE than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, Madam,"I corrected."Fail to accost me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my instruction 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 bitch 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 feel Diane 's eyes on us."Bitches,"I snapped. Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

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

They hauled the struggling missy, her titty bouncing nicely. My bitches were firm, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking terrace and bent her over the hard Grant Wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the benches peg, then strapped her knee to the other face, spreading her wide undecided and giving me a unspoiled look at the knotty, black bush between her thighs.

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

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

Perfect. I moved to the disobedient jade and swung.

Crack !

"holy shit !"Gardenia gasped.

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

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

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

Smack ! Gardenia 's dark bottom 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 adept cop-bad cop from TV shows and movies, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the pacify hard worker.

Spank !

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

Crack !

"Thank you, Madam,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This beef needs nineteen to a greater extent spankings."

"Good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left impudence, landing a Nice reversal."Thank you, Madam !"she gasped."This bitch needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My boat paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her buttock jiggled and her hip wiggled as she strained against the bonds. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and ground the striver 's face into her cunt, sighing softly. My own kitty-cat was releasing a flood of juices down my thighs.

I would need embossment when I finished.

pass ! slap ! Crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. tear ran down her expression, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's tears triggering a sinewy orgasm, tossing her head, framed by disgraceful ringlets.

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

Another stinging smack, reddened nerve jiggling, my twat electrocution for a woman 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This kick 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 cunt on her burning ass.

Crack !

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

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant flesh, smearing my juice, an ointment to soothe her burning as she soothed mine."Gods yes !"My pussy contracted, cream squirting out as my consistence thrashed in passion. My pass threw back and I stared sightless at the roof as rapture engulfed me.

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

"Free her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her contract human face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full of defiance. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, oculus flicking towards the spanking work 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 lead to her catch."How do bitches walk, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another XX spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the leash so she looked at me."Then answer my query, Cuntlapper."

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

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

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

She slowly crawled, her human knee not used to moving across rough out control surface and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her dark, rosy ass, so cunning as it swayed between my former two kick. She would need a tail end, and that brought a smile to my lips. I loved breaking in a new slave 's asshole. It was so often fun.

By the prison term we reached the dog house, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a crop. A few pic of a party whip on her attendant ass would move her to prevent up the step. The new beef looked into the cages, the small rooms duo of bitches and pony-girls lived in. to the highest degree were occupied with yoke relaxing in their detached time, playing plot or watching television or making dear. All of them were daughter or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the rampart covered with all sorts of sexual plaything : dildos, butt chaw, clamps, constraint, whips, paddles, muzzle, goon, vibrators, I chained her leash to a Emily Price Post in the center while Akane and Jordan found comfortable spot to draw close on the floor.

"Which plug should we go with ?"I mused out loud, my finger's breadth running across tapered, smutty charge plate, dog keister hanging from the full end. I hefted a slurred one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"I asked you a interrogative sentence, 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 optic. It was five inches at its extensive."Your ass would be stretched unfold with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

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

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

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha bitch,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."Reach behind and circularize your somewhat butt-cheeks."

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

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in straw man of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white dress trimmed with Au. My round, dusky knocker popped free people and I stroked a hard, dark nipple.

"Yes, lady,"she moaned.

My wearing apparel slipped to the base and her eyes fell upon my naked curved shape."prison term to put your mouth its right use."

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


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart arousal. Her spit was wonderful. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. light flew inside me and my head threw back and a low, purring groan escaped my sassing. I gathered a smattering of her voluminous, silken hair's-breadth and ground my cunt into her skilled lips.

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

"lady, may I fuck 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 genitalia, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the nous nighttime pink and weeping gain pre-cum. I made sure I had a trade good grip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Japanese squawk mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her dick up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my button, humming through my little ivory. The kindling caught inside me, my passion blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the gripe face through my cunt. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting surd and slow, breaking her ass in.

"Fuck the bitch !"I gasped."Make her cum on your pecker !"

"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 set to serve, bore to please. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer full phase of the moon of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. Squeeze that asshole. study those hips. That 's a good bitch !"

My legs felt sapless, but I had one last-place thing to do. She tried to draw in away as my piss shot into her lip. I held on tight and Akane 's stab drove her case back into my pussycat. I sighed, delight tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellow leaked out of her back talk, dribbling onto the floor. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My pussy exploded. Pleasure. rapture. cacoethes. Electricity. ace overpowered me. My muscularity contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my body trembled in lowly aftershocks.

Her face was a mess. bust ran out of her eyes, pussy cream and piss decorated her face. A pool formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her hair's-breadth and shoved her face down into the piss."Lick it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete floor then moaned, her body trembling. The chagrin and shame mixed with the pleasure and pain. Confusion and lust warred in her face as she came despite the degrading treatment. 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 final stage few prison term, squeezing every free fall of her source out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my immortal,"panted Cuntlapper.

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

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

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

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's back talk. The cunt 's training was complete and she did n't need to be held in post to accept her Mistress 's urine. She gladly drank the urine. When the watercourse died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

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

"You 're receive,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's school principal, 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 gripe 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 figure. You can be called Gardenia once more."

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

Diane climbed into our bed and I slid in beside her, kissing my kept woman on the lips."You 're going to get a very dainty wages,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."Dogs sleep on the foot of the bed."

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

"So what is my advantage ?"I asked.

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

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