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

Hikaru : the Perfect striver

Note : Mark 's Friend Tom requested a Japanese, young woman for his slave. brand found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange student, at Rogers highschool School.

June 6th, 2056 - Hikaru Hojou - Kyoto, Far East District

I knelt in my fuku : a field, white, button-down shirt tucked into a poor, red-green tartan chick. Loose, white wind cone clung to my ankles. Everyday, my master Tom would select one of a dozen different outfits for his slave to don from traditional Nipponese schooltime girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swimming clothing, and more than. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For forty-three twelvemonth I had been Tom 's first hard worker, the schoolma'am of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that rattling day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers High School and gave me to this wonderful, after part man, I had been his hard worker. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was dear he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty women belonged to him, all Japanese girls he had collected over the class that he had been the regulator of the Far due east. Tom ruled Japan, PRC, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the support Gods. In exchange for serving target and Mary, we were given eternal youth and beaut by them.

The rice door slid loose and Tom entered dressed in a dewy-eyed, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few month had been difficult. Somehow, Mark and Mary 's ascendance over the world was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then food fund were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmish with the bodyguard. Today, the escort had killed three men and a woman.

"goodness even, passkey,"I greeted him, then the other slave chorused their salutation in unison.

"Good even, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my feet, gliding to my Master, a smile on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel his hands slip down and sense my bare ass beneath my skirt. When he broke the osculation, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

"Minami, Chiyoko, attend our Master,"I ordered.

Two girls rose from the rank and file of kneeling hard worker, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two little girl deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his body. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the laundry field goal while Minami knelt and took off Tom 's sandals one by one, kissing his substructure after removing each one.

"What would you like first this evening, Master ?"I respectfully asked.

"A massage, then dinner, and finally a tub,"he answered.

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my hands twice."Attend our Master. The rest are dismissed. dinner party will be in one hour."

"Yes Hikaru-sama,"the girls said, all rising in unison.

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the largest nipple of all the striver and looked so cute with her kickshaw glasses perched on her push button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and total lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very majestic of my daughter when she turned eighteen last February. She had bowed before her founder and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"nada would take a crap me happier,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to Mark and her training as a slave began.

She was a immobile learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his redress foot while Mika walked around the chair to stand behind it and massage his shoulder joint. Miyoko, her fill out center twinkling as she climbed into her father 's lap. Our daughter was an alien beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's round center which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, master key,"she moaned as she sank her pussy onto his cock. Each slave knew just what position to take based on the social club I called their name."I love your peter inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful flower !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the side. Miyoko 's doll flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's pecker, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief second. I felt my own twat moistening, my digit itching to plunge between my second joint and furiously rub at my clitoris until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

I did n't. I was a perfect slave. My delight could wait—Tom 's pleasure is what mattered.

The slave ministration eased the tension from Tom, his nerve relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's cunt. Our daughter pumped her articulatio coxae faster, her curly, black hair flying wildly about her Patrick White blouse covered berm. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, little release sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with chocolate-brown nipples.

"Oh, yes, thank you, get the hang !"she moaned as he sucked a nipple into her mouth.

The fervor grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my finger's breadth ; a cool bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my side composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a foresightful time since I slipped up.

Three days tied up in a egg had been my punishment.

It had been wonderful. I was so incapacitated, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't have so much responsibleness these daylight, I would splay up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few months. I felt my seventh cranial nerve muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

"I love you get over !"Miyoko moaned"May I cum ?"

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that delicious relief even as she pumped her juicy slit on his pecker. Tom 's helping hand gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her nooky. His fingers spread her impudence and I could make out her brown mess winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingerbreadth up her ass.

"Oh, nooky !"she gasped."Oh, fuck ! Please superior, may I cum ! You 're stirring me up !"

"No !"he ordered, fucking his finger's breadth in and out of her hole even as she rode his stopcock faster and faster.

"Oh, lord ! Oh, my god ! You are driving me crazy !"

"Good,"he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his cock. The musculus in his neck strained and his fount contorted as he poured his cum deep into our daughter 's youthful cunt.

"Thank you Master for you gift,"Miyoko panted.

Tom kissed her gently, tenderly."You did n't cum ?"

"No, Master."

"Hikaru will see to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, victor !"She climbed off of him, turning to look me ; my heart fell on her exposed breasts wet with Tom 's saliva."Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me ?"

"Of path, Miyo-tan,"I smiled, using my pet for my daughter.

I knelt before my daughter, so majestic of her for not cumming despite all the style Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. Her iniquity, slurred scrub was messy with Tom 's cum and her cunt succus ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to swallow up my face into her woods and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my tongue scooped through her puss, gathering a mouthful of cum and honey. She had a fancy woman, tangy flavour that was enhanced by salty spunk. My lingua flicked at her off-white, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, mother ! Oh, have it away ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her Passion ; a flood of juices poured down my buttock and neck, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my side as her sexual climax powerfully trembled through her.

"Thank you, Hikaru-sama, for your gift,"panted Miyoko as I stood up.

"You 're welcome, my daughter,"I answered her and gently kissed her on the lips.

"You did a honest job with her,"Tom told me, his eyes closed as he enjoyed his massage. He patted his lap, and I walked over and sat across him. His arms wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his secure arms.

"There was another protest in Peiping,"I told him.

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned various prisoners we captured. Their glory were silver. Someone freed them from stigma 's control. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."Mark and Mary have been through worst over the years. This is hardly as bad as the devil Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw fearfulness in his eyes. It struck me like a chime, malaise ringing through my abdomen."Tomorrow, I want you to start training the slave in combat. You still own your sword."

I nodded.

During the ogre state of war Tom, four of his slave, and I had learned to fight with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted blade given to us by fall guy and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many battle."I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His helping hand slid down my second joint, between my legs, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girls to have a thick, natural George W. Bush."Would you like to cum, Hikaru ?"

"Only if you want me to, Tom-dono,"I answered.

His digit rubbed through my labia and brushed my clit ; I shivered."I want you to cum for me, my picayune slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-control, and let his finger massage me into Shangri-la."Oh, master key !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! Please make me cum !"

His backtalk kissed at my neck."I love you too, Hikaru. Cum for me !"

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his fingers, gushing Forth River a rising tide of cacoethes ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my honey, as my consistency was whipped with the pleasure of his digit."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the sole slave allowed to address our maestro by his name.

"You 're welcome,"he said, kissing me deeply. We never married, but we were as close as any husband and wife.

Dinner was a dim-witted affair. Tom was n't one for complicated repast. Rice, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed ; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined future to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his early side, serving him tea and sake. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our base in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the land in winter, the body of water remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water and sipping sake while the snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the tub. striver scrubbed each other 's rachis, which often led to more familiar caresses. Many of the girls were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decade, others like Mika would have a fling every few old age with a girlfriend that always ended in tears and bitter recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the side area. Ayame sucked his cock and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot spring while I cuddled with Tom, sipping inhuman sake, enjoying the fondness of the water and the intoxicant while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

"Who needs field ?"Tom asked me later that night."No veterans."

We were standing in his sleeping accommodation, a roomy room appointed with erotic wood block from the Meiji renovation. One wall, however, was decorated with ropes, clinch, shoulder strap, and crop. All the tools necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's commentary about no veterans sent more dire chills through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight down to be rid tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair a robust, honey-brown—entered the elbow room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom accommodate a length of hemp rope. She knew why she was here and, like a adept slave, was set to pick up her punishment.

"landing strip,"he commanded.

"Yes maestro,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. Pale tan lines covered her body. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece washup case, the type traditionally worn by Japanese girls for school. Her bush was a mat of thick, black haircloth that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her head between her genu and her ass thrust up into the air. The circle crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knots and geometric designs. Shibari rope bondage was a work of art.

"What should I use on you ?"Tom asked her.

"The electric switch, master,"Mika answered."It is what I deserve."

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin wood. The crack on her ass was loud and left a thin, red welt on her pale ass.

"One, thank you passe-partout,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A 2d red weal appeared, a line of fire across the plain of her butt."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her bush by the quarter strike, and lust burned in her vocalism as she made her numeration. The fifth part stroke landed on her fur-covered bitch and Mika yelped in pain.

"quintuplet, thank you Master !"Her spokesperson was stressed, rising in pitch.

Thomas More red weal appeared on her ass and thigh, and every few rap Tom would set down one on her puss. His cock grew hard as he disciplined his striver, every cry and oink inflaming his lust. He was nearing the thirtieths stroke, Mika 's ass almost entirely red.

Mika would be sitting gingerly for a week after tonight.

Her lady of pleasure arousal perfumed the air. Every strike brought her closing to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom 's permission. This was n't the bath. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the substitution across her asscheeks again.

"Thirty, thank you Master !"she gasped after the last strike landed again on her pussy.

"Candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, original,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax candle and a particular holder. One end held the candle, the other end was a thickly butt plug.

I knelt behind the daughter 's inflamed ass, Tom 's putz hovering near my sassing, so hefty, begging me to open up my mouth and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the backside fire hydrant candle bearer into Mika 's ass, then inserted the candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the standard candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do literal damage. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussy, increasing the joy Mika had to digest without cumming.

I loved this discourse and wished our positions were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my trunk, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Then I would own all night to feel helpless, aroused, aching to be touched by my skipper. In the dawn, a muggy hatful would be between my leg and it was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunks of pubic hair's-breadth with it. Then he would shove his hard cock inside my pussy and I would take to fight against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after hours, I would finally be devoid. My bladder would be achingly full, my cunt hot, desperate to cum and full moon of his spunk.

"May I relieve my bladder ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the meter, he 'd produce me stand there, straining to hold in my urine while he worked on something, until I lost control and shamefully wet myself.

Not even I could stop myself from cumming when that happened.

By then Tom would be ready to fuck again. He would make me kneel down and put down myself by licking up the pool of piss I left on the I. F. Stone story while he fucked my cunt hard from behind.

"Dirty fancy woman !"he would growl."You 're just a dirty animal with no self-control ! A bitch !"The piss would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would shove my boldness down it in, smearing my hair through the dirty puddle like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. Damn these dissident for causing problem and denying me such passion.

"Who else has been bad ?"Tom asked, snapping me out of my fond store. He must be stressed if he feels the pauperization to discipline another slave.

As I was about to open my mouth, a gimcrack randomness came from away. pyrotechnic ? Was there a festival today ? There were many fete in Japan. We were a hard working people and took any self-justification to blow off steam and have a holiday or political party.

There were More pops detonating. That did n't go like fireworks.

"Get the brand,"Tom growled.

epinephrine surged through me. Those pappa were gunshot. The bodyguard 's marker sent us were fighting someone.

"free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the rest of the girls out the escape tunnel."Fear shone in my daughter 's heart, affright clutching her arm with its icy grasp."Now !"I barked.

Tom and I raced to the armory. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her sword to her shank and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered case. Yurika still wore her fuku, her immense breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her centre were furious behind her glasses.

"master copy,"she said, tossing him his katana.

Natsuki was breathing hard when she burst in, wearing a short silk kimono robe—black and decorated with pink cherry blossoms—a feel of alarm on her face."Hundreds of peasants are attacking the gate. The bodyguard are about to be overwhelmed."

"Get to the escape tunnel !"Tom barked, his face grim.

I strapped on my blade around my waist, looking to Tom for his club. My heart was beating rapidly, memories of the Demon war flooding my thinker. The day Usako was ripped in one-half by a fiend made of fantasm in Cairo while fighting the demon Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and aim the monster off. The sad remembering of Minami choking on her blood, a demon 's spine shoved through her chest while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to Mary so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely rasp, Light Within gleaming on the rippling, enchanted steel steel. I was surprised by how calm I was.

We each pulled on a bronze amulet. Did the fascination still work after thirty years of lying in the arsenal ?

"We fight our way to the outflow tunnel,"Tom ordered.

"Yes, master key,"we answered.

We never made it. The aggressor had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our household, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful picture and whole caboodle of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues and vessel were broken.

In pissed corridors we fought the peasants, splashing blood on the rice composition walls. Never had my blade tasted a human 's flesh. I forced down the constituent of my mind that rebelled at the slaughter down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other striver.

The attacker had gun for hire ; racy nimbi erupted around us every time one of the bullet would have found our flesh. My bronzy amulet slowly grew warmer and warmer, a star sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the for the first time to die ; her perfect titty marred by a ragged pickle.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their deaths. We only still stood because of the nasty quarters. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the tush of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a crowbar, her ribs breaking, and she dropped in a heap.

My spine was pressed against Tom 's. We were cut off, surrounded.

"I love you, Tom-dono,"I said, suddenly calm. Death had come for us. There was nothing left to fear.

"I should have freed you,"Tom answered."You were the entirely one that was forced to be my slave."

"Then I would n't be your slave."

end walked to me. He was a stranger, a man clad in gold armor—a Monk. My sword broke on his armor. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into darkness ; an eternity of weightless falling into the Earth, through the earth, rich and rich. Into the Abyss. I landed in gray fog. fig moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing larger and larger as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the eminent layer of Hell. Here, all those bound to Mark and Mary waited in demise, our souls chained to them. Many escort waited here, along with a few of the sluts and former servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to greet me. And with them were two old friends : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead Sister. I could see other forms in the iniquity. A blonde woman, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

"Usako, Minami,"Tom 's voice said from behind.

"Master,"Minami smiled, falling to her knees."Even in destruction, we serve."

Usako prostrated herself."What do you wish of us ?"

"To hug you,"Tom said, tears in his eyes."You were missed."

As our Master was reunited with his striver, I noticed more than and more fig appear in the mist. More bodyguards appeared. I did n't recognize many of them. They were assigned to other parts of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their servants ; Tom 's old friend Chris and his busty hareem materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his slave Julie. Everywhere I looked more Governors of the Theocracy Bishops of the Church appeared.

"They attacked us everywhere,"I whispered in horror.

Tom looked up from his reunion with Usako and Minami, blinking in surprisal."How did this take place ?"

"We had thirty years of peace,"I answered."Thirty long time to maturate flabby, to uprise lax."
I felt something tug at me, a bleak chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the abyss.

I was summoned by my rightful masters—Mark and Mary. We had sold our souls for eternal young and mightiness, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to ignite, to discharge, to the anguished screeching of the damned. I stood on blood-red careen, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. century appeared on the pitcher's mound, all those who sold their soul to Mark and The Virgin. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The social station of the escort knelt before our immortal, the slovenly woman gathered around them. The eternal sleep of us, the regulator of the Fourteen territorial dominion of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the XIV episcopate stood surrounded by their kinsfolk and servants. All of Tom 's slaves stood around him, with me on his right wing and our girl on his left wing, and like everyone else, we fixed our oculus at the top of the hill.

"What are your commands, victor ?"reddish blue 's representative rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

"well, I 've heard it said that it 's near to rein in sin,"bull's eye answered.

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. Well my ma'am, we helped him govern the Earth, why not Hell ?"

Around us, lesser demons and specter of the utter gathered. I could feel their fear. bull's eye and Mary had the might of all the greater demon : Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could rival them.

I clapped my hired hand."You heard our superior, we fight !"

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my bridge player, the blade glowing molten red, and armored myself in a fuku. I was Tom 's slave for all of timelessness, and together we would carve a dwelling house for ourselves in Inferno .