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

Sarai : gentlewoman of the Kennels

Note : Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The the Tempter 's Pact Slave Chronicle 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for Beta indication this.

"The disobedience of baby Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her rebelliousness of my will like an ungrateful animate being, then I shall treat her like one .'So the Living God placed a arrest about her throat, dog ears upon her head, and inserted a rear cud into her rectum adorned with a dog 's after part. Then, offering his mitt to his Goddess, he walked babe Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to perform many humiliating acts. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally bent to our God, and she submitted.

'Make of me your hussy ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karen, the holy place Slut, by sexual morality of our god'love and compassion."
—Gospel of Apr 14:34-37

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

I contemplated my pet passage of the gospel truth of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the middle of the shrine was sculpted of the ok marble and captured the holy loose woman 's beautiful kisser. Every clip 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 off woman to ever dominate me. She took my hymen in the bathroom of Delta airplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a stewardess then. Karenic taught me to bear that I was a Lesbian and forget my mislead, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my home townsfolk of Tacoma, the clam 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 luxuriously in the Theocracy. Her friendly relationship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of southeastern United States Asia. My lover collected other striver over the old age. extra adult female trained by me to please her. All were bastard daughter of the God scrape. I followed the teachings of the Gospel, and broke each girl to my fancy woman desire.

"Madam,"a aristocratical voice whispered.

I turned to the two kennel hard worker kneeling before me. Jordan River Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven black fuzz, and Akane Mirai, almond eyes and porcelain nerve, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my truehearted serving. They wore dog pinch about their neck ; headbands with dog pinna on their heading, and butt against ballyhoo adorned with dog hind end up their asses.

Just like sanctum Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your presence at the sign, ma'am,"Akane answered.

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

outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my jinrikisha. They were pony girl, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair long, falling down their au naturel back. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. My squawk helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's tush. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies 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 servants used a shot glass girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in oxford gray coveralls, administration proletarian in gray suits and ties, nurses in red scouring and doctor in amobarbital sodium. Everyone was happy. It was the Gods final examination commandment :"Find fulfilment and joy in whatever job, partner, or abode the Theocracy selects for you."

The only tangible option a soul made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful Brigham Young char or well-favored young man was allowed that selection. 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 serious metre with encouragement from my whip licking their cute asses. They had a courteous sheen of lather on their tan skin. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by decennary in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girlfriend were Diane 's earliest collections.

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

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

"You two have earned an good afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a nurture pair, and had two daughters that also served as ponies. Mistress allowed Lily to have a cock and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their cellular phone. I wanted to detain and watch the little girl make dearest, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chair. The study had her desk, ledge for Word of God, and one corner was given over to discipline. A snappy bench with straps to make down an rambunctious slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of party whip, crops, 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 apprehension had trivial gong on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't slumber in the doghouse, instead the five of them would find a way and eternal sleep in a good deal of defenseless flesh.

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a queasy, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, black hair that piled about her shoulder joint. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was xviii, and she had a nice dyad of bout, plump tits and a curvy figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two bitches heeling me."You summoned me, kept woman ?"

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

"Of path, Mistress."I stood up and walked over to a shelf and found a dog shoe collar and terzetto."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 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 neckband at her."From now on you are a bitch, and bitches wear their dog collar at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the shoe 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 bitches grasp.

They hauled the struggling girl, her boob bouncing nicely. My bitches were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking Bench and knack her over the firmly wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the benches legs, then strapped her knee joint to the former side, spreading her wide give and giving me a practiced aspect at the tangled, black bush between her thighs.

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

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her face between Diane 's second joint, busily working her tongue through Diane 's kitty. Mistress loved watching a disobedient hard worker be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with fix drilled in the Ellen Price Wood. I gave it a swing, the air whistling through the holes.

perfect tense. I moved to the disobedient slovenly woman and swung.

Crack !

"holy place shit !"Gardenia gasped.

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

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

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

Smack ! Gardenia 's coloured bottom was tinged red.

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

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

Like upright cop-bad cop from TV shows and motion picture, I was the rough fancy woman and Jordon and Akane the blue slaves.

Spank !

"Thank you, dame. This b-bitch needs seventeen more spankings,"she sobbed.
"damage !"I smacked her ass with my desolate mitt. Her the right way asscheek glowed red."You start the tally at the offset. You do n't get to decamp ahead."

Crack !

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

"goodness job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her leftover cheek, landing a nice blow."Thank you, Madam !"she gasped."This squawk needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My boat paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her face jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the adhesiveness. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and ground the slave 's cheek into her slit, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a inundation of succus down my thighs.

I would demand relief when I finished.

Crack ! Smack ! cranny !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. split ran down her side, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's tears triggering a powerful orgasm, tossing her head, framed by black ringlets.

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

Another sting slap, reddened cheeks jiggling, my pussy burning for a woman 's mouth.

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

The ache in my clitoris burned, beckoning for my finger's breadth to provide soothing relief.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs one Thomas More spanking !"

I wanted to rub my bitch on her burning ass.

Crack !

I lifted my chick, exposing my trim slit. Gardenia cried in painfulness as I rubbed my pussy on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant flesh, smearing my juices, an salve to soothe her electrocution as she soothed mine."deity yes !"My cunt contracted, emollient squirting out as my body thrashed in mania. My school principal threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my body as I straightened my skirt. 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 tooth to go along from loudly moaning.

"free her,"I commanded.

My kick obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her narrow face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full-of-the-moon of rebelliousness. I thrust the shoe collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking judiciary, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"Good,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a public figure for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

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

"I do n't lie with,"she mumbled.

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the 3 so she looked at me."Then answer 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 story.

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

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across approximate open and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her dark, rose-colored ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two bitches. She would need a hind end, and that brought a smile to my lips. I loved breaking in a new striver 's prick. It was so much fun.

By the meter we reached the kennel, I was grounding my dentition and wishing I had a crop. A few flicks of a whip on her tender ass would motivate her to keep up the pace. The new bitch looked into the cages, the small rooms pairs of gripe and pony-girls lived in. Most were occupied with couple relaxing in their free fourth dimension, playing biz or watching television receiver or making making love. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the rampart covered with all sorting of intimate toys : dildos, butt quid, clinch, control, lash, paddle, gags, hood, vibrators, I chained her trine to a C. W. Post in the center while Akane and Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan found comfortable spot to nest on the floor.

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

Her center widened in jar and she did n't answer me.

"I asked you a inquiry, bitch !"

"No, gentlewoman,"she squeaked in fright, her middle flicking to the paddles.

"Are you sure ?"I purred, stepping up to her and holding it between her eyes. It was five column inch at its blanket."Your ass would be stretched open with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Nipponese beef crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her bottom."On your custody and knee, beef !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha squawk,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."Reach behind and disseminate your moderately butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a Brown University sphincter. Akane licked her chops, then buried her case in the Joseph Black bitch 's ass. Her eyes 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 Au. My round, swart breast popped free and I stroked a hard, dark nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

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

"I 'm sorry, Madam ?"
"What 's your epithet, kick ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart rousing. Her tongue was rattling. Agile, flitting light source as a feather across my labia, brushing my button. flicker flew inside me and my drumhead threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a smattering of her voluminous, silky hair and background my pussy into her skilled lips.

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

"ma'am, may I fuck this cunt '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 trance. Thin and long, the caput dark pink and weeping well-defined pre-cum. I made sure I had a good grip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Japanese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her prick up the new striver 's ass.

She screamed into my clit, humming through my little off-white. The tinder caught inside me, my passion blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the bitches face through my pussy. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting firmly and slow, breaking her ass in.

"nooky the bitch !"I gasped."Make her cum on your cock !"

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

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her John L. H. Down until she was prepare to attend to, eagre to please. Her lingua speared into me, her moans no longer total of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. squeezing that dickhead. Work those hips. That 's a in force kick !"

My leg felt sapless, but I had one last thing to do. She tried to pull away as my piss crack into her sassing. I held on tight and Akane 's thrusts drove her face back into my twat. I sighed, pleasance tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellow leaked out of her sassing, dribbling onto the flooring. Her eye shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. Pleasure. raptus. Passion. Electricity. sensation overpowered me. My brawniness contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the military post, panting as my body trembled in low aftershocks.

Her face was a wad. split ran out of her optic, purulent cream and urine decorated her nerve. A pool formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her pilus and shoved her look down into the pissing."Lick it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete floor then moaned, her physical structure palpitation. The humiliation and shame mixed with the pleasure and pain sensation. Confusion and lust warred in her expression 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 delight as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the survive few times, squeezing every drop-off of her seed out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my graven image,"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, District of Southeast Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The bitch 's training was discharge and she did n't need to be held in place to go for her mistress 's urine. She gladly drank the water. When the stream died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

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

"You 're receive,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's head, then my fancy woman 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, schoolma'am,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

"Cuntlapper is such an inelegant name. 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 lip."You 're going to get a very nice wages,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."Dogs sleep on the invertebrate foot of the bed."

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

"So what is my payoff ?"I asked.

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

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