The daimon 's pact slave account
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sarai : lady of the Kennels

banker's bill : Sarai had always been a slavish Lesbian and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's treaty Slave Chronicle 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for Beta reading this.

"The disobedience of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's dismay. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an thankless beast, then I shall deal her like one .'So the life God placed a collar about her throat, dog ears upon her head, and inserted a butt plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his hired man to his Goddess, he walked babe Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to do many humiliating human action. The will of baby Cuntrag was finally bent on to our God, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slattern ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karen, the holy Slut, by virtuousness of our God'beloved and compassion."
—Gospel of Apr 14:34-37

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

I contemplated my deary passageway of the Gospel of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karenic that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the holy place strumpet '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 figure baby Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the first cleaning woman to ever dominate me. She took my maidenhead 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 forget my mislead, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my home townsfolk of Tacoma, the dollar frogman. 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 luxuriously in the Theocracy. Her friendly relationship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of sou'-east Asia. My lover collected other slaves over the years. especial women trained by me to please her. All were fake daughters of the God target. I followed the teachings of the gospel truth, and broke each girl to my schoolmarm desire.

"Madam,"a gentle voice whispered.

I turned to the two dog house slaves kneeling before me. Jordan River Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven inglorious whisker, and Akane Mirai, almond eyes and porcelain side, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my loyal avail. They wore dog collars about their neck opening ; headbands with dog ears on their psyche, and butt plugs adorned with dog tail assembly 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 whisker and she smiled at me, rubbing her impudence against my thigh. They were my favorite slaves, some of the practiced I ever trained. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their precious asses wagging their rear. As we moved through the with child church, worshipper and clergy bowed to me.

exterior, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my rickshaw. They were pony little girl, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their hind end, their hair's-breadth long, falling down their defenseless rachis. Harnesses covered their physical structure, attached to the ricksha. My squawk helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my cunt ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in fusain coveralls, authorities doer in gray suits and ties, nursemaid in red scrubbing and doctors in spicy. Everyone was well-chosen. It was the god Final commandment :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, partner, or rest home the Theocracy selects for you."

The sole literal choice a mortal made was sexual thralldom. And only the most beautiful young fair sex or bountiful youth man was allowed that option. Sex slaves were the symbolization of status. If you worked hard at your job and rose high gear, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made good clip with encouragement from my whip licking their cute nates. They had a nice sheen of sweat on their tanned skin. Both were blonde, their whisker lightened by decade in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two young woman were Diane 's early collections.

"You did good,"I praised as my bitches unharnessed them. I held up simoleons cubes and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand.

"Thank you, lady,"Lily smiled. I gave her a kiss on the sassing and allowed my hand to caress her bottom.

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

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chairman. The study had her desk, shelves for Holy Scripture, and one corner was given over to discipline. A spanking bench with straps to view as down an robustious buckle down sat before a pegboard from which hung a pick of party whip, harvest, and paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her foot. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ears and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their shoe collar had short bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the family. They did n't sleep in the kennel, instead the five of them would find a room and nap in a peck of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the box behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned girl. She had midst, curly, black hair that piled about her shoulders. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a squeamish pair of round, plump tits and a bosomy figure.

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

I fell to my genu, my two bitch heeling me."You summoned me, Mistress ?"

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

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

"Yes,"she muttered with a sullen scowl. Diane had a bent for finding missy that were less than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, gentlewoman,"I corrected."Fail to address me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my dictation promptly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to execute satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

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

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the choker on, Gardenia !"

She shook her head. I could feel Diane 's middle on us."bitch,"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 young woman, her white meat bouncing nicely. My bitches were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking work bench and hang her over the hard Sir Henry Wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her subdivision into the leather cuffs attached to the benches legs, then strapped her knee to the early slope, spreading her wide open and giving me a adept look at the tangled, black bush between her thighs.

"The 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 cunt. kept woman loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with jam drilled in the wood. I gave it a swing, the air whistling through the holes.

Perfect. I moved to the disobedient slattern and swung.

Crack !

"holy place diddlyshit !"Gardenia gasped.

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

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

Akane licked Gardenia 's case and whispered in her ear,"You should throw said, 'Thank you, madam, this bitch needs 19 to a greater extent spankings .'You count down, okay."

Smack ! Gardenia 's dark keister was tinged red.

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

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

Like goodness cop-bad cop from TV shows and movies, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the easy hard worker.

Spank !

"Thank you, gentlewoman. This b-bitch needs seventeen to a greater extent spankings,"she sobbed.
"damage !"I smacked her ass with my barren hand. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the first. You do n't get to skip ahead."

fissure !

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

"trade good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left-hand brass, landing a nice setback."Thank you, Madam !"she gasped."This bitch needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her cheeks jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the alliance. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair's-breadth and ground the striver 's cheek into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood of juices down my thighs.

I would need stand-in when I finished.

Crack ! Smack ! crack cocaine !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. bout ran down her face, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's tears triggering a powerful sexual climax, tossing her mind, framed by smuggled ringlets.

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

Another stinging slap, reddened face 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 fingers to provided soothing relief.

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

I wanted to rub my cunt on her burning ass.

cracking !

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

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant form, smearing my juices, an cream to soothe her electrocution as she soothed mine."Gods yes !"My pussy contracted, cream squirting out as my consistency thrashed in passion. My headway threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as exaltation engulfed me.

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

"Free her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her narrow grimace, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full of rebelliousness. 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.

"goodness,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a figure for a squawk. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

I hooked the trey to her collar."How do bitches take the air, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the leash so she looked at me."Then resolve 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 trading floor.

"trade good girl,"I cooed and petted her hair's-breadth."Let 's go bitch ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just follow Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across crude Earth's surface and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her dark, flushed ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two bitches. She would need a tail, and that brought a smile to my lip. I loved breaking in a new slave 's cocksucker. It was so very much fun.

By the time we reached the dog house, I was grounding my dentition and wishing I had a harvest. A few movie of a whip on her tender ass would prompt her to maintain up the yard. The new kick looked into the John Cage, the small-scale rooms distich of squawk and pony-girls lived in. Most were occupied with span relaxing in their barren fourth dimension, playing games or watching television or making love. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the wall covered with all kind of sexual toys : dildos, bum nag, clinch, restraints, whips, paddles, gags, punk, vibrators, I chained her threesome to a post in the center while Akane and Jordan found well-fixed spot to nuzzle on the floor.

"Which plug should we get with ?"I mused out loud, my finger's breadth running across tapered, black charge card, dog bum hanging from the wide of the mark end. I hefted a stocky one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her eyes widened in seismic disturbance and she did n't suffice me.

"I asked you a question, bitch !"

"No, Madam,"she squeaked in fear, her eyes flicking to the paddles.

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her eyes. It was five inch 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 squawk !"

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese bitch crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her bottom."On your hands and human knee, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

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

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

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in front of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white attire trimmed with Au. My unit of ammunition, dusky breasts popped devoid and I stroked a arduous, black nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

My dress slipped to the base and her center fell upon my au naturel breaking ball."Time to put your mouth its proper use."

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


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my working girl foreplay. Her natural language was wonderful. Agile, flitting luminousness as a feather across my labia, brushing my clitoris. discharge flew inside me and my headspring threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my backtalk. I gathered a handful of her voluminous, silky hair's-breadth and terra firma my cunt into her skilled lips.

"I was decent when I named you, gripe !"I gasped."You were born to lap pussy !"

"gentlewoman, may I sleep together 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 genital organ, her clitoris transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the drumhead dark garden pink and weeping clear pre-cum. I made sure I had a effective handgrip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Nipponese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new hard worker 's ass.

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

"Fuck the bitch !"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 fix to serve, aegir to delight. Her clapper speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

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

My ramification felt watery, but I had one last thing to do. She tried to pull away as my piss shot into her oral cavity. I held on pie-eyed and Akane 's drive drove her face back into my pussy. I sighed, joy tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid scandalmongering leaked out of her sass, dribbling onto the floor. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My twat exploded. pleasure. transport. warmth. electrical energy. mavin overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my body trembled in small aftershocks.

Her aspect was a sight. binge ran out of her eyes, pussy pick and pee decorated her typeface. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her haircloth and shoved her grimace down into the piss."Lick it up, cunt !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete level then moaned, her soundbox trembling. The humiliation and pity mixed with the pleasance and pain. disarray and lust warred in her typeface as she came despite the degrading intervention. 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 times, squeezing every drop cloth of her seminal fluid 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 beef !"I smiled.

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

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's back talk. The kick 's training was complete and she did n't want to be held in place to accept her Mistress 's urine. She gladly drank the piss. When the stream died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's purulent clean.

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

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

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

"Do you require 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 gens. You can be called Gardenia once more."

Tears 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 lips."You 're going to get a very decent reward,"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 burnt umber skin stark against the Edward D. White comforter.

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

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

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