The Devil 'S Pact Slave Chronicles 13 : Hikaru, The Perfect Hunting Watch


Bdsm, Fantasy, Lesbian, Oral-Sex, Spanking
The Devil 's accord slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Hikaru : the perfect Slave

distinction : Mark 's friend Tom requested a Japanese, young woman for his hard worker. cross found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange scholarly person, at Virginia Katherine McMath High School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a field, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a curt, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, E. B. White socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my master Tom would choose one of a dozen unlike turnout for his hard worker to wear from traditional Japanese shoal girl uniforms—the fuku—to nursemaid uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym dress, swimming wearing, and to a greater extent. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussycat to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For forty-three years I had been Tom 's commencement slave, the mistress of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that wondrous day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers High School and gave me to this wonderful, stern man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was good he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty women belonged to him, all Nipponese girls he had collected over the long time that he had been the regulator of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living Gods. In exchange for serving Mark and Madonna, we were given eternal younker and beauty by them.

The Elmer Reizenstein door slid candid and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The terminal few months had been hard. Somehow, sucker and Blessed Virgin 's control over the world was slipping. offset, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then food computer storage were burned and substructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguards. Today, the bodyguard had killed three men and a woman.

"Good evening, Master,"I greeted him, then the other hard worker chorused their greeting in unison.

"commodity eventide, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my metrical unit, gliding to my master copy, a smile on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to finger his bridge player slip down and feel my bare ass beneath my skirt. When he broke the osculation, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

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

Two girls rose from the ranks of kneeling striver, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his physical structure. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the washing basket while Minami knelt and took off Tom 's sandals one by one, kissing his feet after removing each one.

"What would you like first this even, passkey ?"I respectfully asked.

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my workforce twice."Attend our headmaster. The rest are dismissed. Dinner 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 knocker of all the slaves and looked so cute with her dainty spyglass perched on her push button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and full-of-the-moon lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very majestic of my girl when she turned xviii last February. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his hard worker.

"Nothing would relieve oneself me well-chosen,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to scar and her training as a slave began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in bare in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his the right way foot while Mika walked around the chair to put up behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her daily round eyes twinkling as she climbed into her Father of the Church 's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese facial expression but had Tom 's round center which made her appear even more innocent.

"Oh, Master,"she moaned as she sank her snatch onto his turncock. Each slave knew just what position to take based on the order I called their names."I love your cock inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful efflorescence !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the side of meat. Miyoko 's bird flared as she slammed up and down on her beginner 's cock, exposing her light-olive inflect ass for legal brief moment. I felt my own bitch dampening, my fingers itching to plunk between my thighs and furiously rub at my clitoris until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

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

The slaves ministrations eased the tension from Tom, his nerve relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's puss. Our daughter pumped her pelvic girdle faster, her curly, Negroid hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulders. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, slight button sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with brown nipples.

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

The fervency grew in my pubic region, demanding that I put it out with my finger ; a coolheaded bead of succus tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my expression composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long time since I slipped up.

Three mean solar day tied up in a ball had been my punishment.

It had been wondrous. I was so helpless, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't own so much duty these daylight, I would slip up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few months. I felt my seventh cranial nerve muscular tissue twitch, wanting to smile.

"I love you maestro !"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 cunt on his cock. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her fucking. His fingers spread her face and I could clear out her brownness hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two digit up her ass.

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

"No !"he ordered, fucking his fingerbreadth in and out of her yap even as she rode his cock 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 peter. The brawn in his neck strained and his facial expression 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 attend to you,"Tom said.

"Thank you, master key !"She climbed off of him, turning to confront me ; my centre fell on her discover breasts wet with Tom 's saliva."Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me ?"

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

I knelt before my daughter, so proud of her for not cumming despite all the mode Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a arrant striver. Her dark, thick bush was mussy with Tom 's cum and her pussy juices ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to bury my boldness into her woodland and lap at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my spit scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and honey. She had a woman of the street, tangy relish that was enhanced by salty spunk. My tongue flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole."Oh, mother ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my God yes !"

She drowned me in her passion ; a photoflood of juices poured down my cheeks and neck, soaking into my shoal blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my brass as her coming powerfully trembled through her.

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

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

"You did a goodness job with her,"Tom told me, his centre 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 warm arms.

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

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

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

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw reverence in his eyes. It struck me like a gong, unease ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to startle training the slaves in scrap. You still make your sword."

I nodded.

During the Demon Wars Tom, four of his hard worker, and I had learned to fight with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted vane given to us by target and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many battles."I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my second joint, between my pegleg, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girls to consume a thick, rude bush."Would you like to cum, Hikaru ?"

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

His finger rubbed through my labia and brushed my clitoris ; I shivered."I want you to cum for me, my piddling slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-control, and let his finger rub down me into paradise."Oh, sea captain !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so a lot ! Please relieve oneself me cum !"

His brim 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 flood of passion ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my captain, my love life, as my dead body was whipped with the pleasure of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the only hard worker allowed to cover our master copy by his name.

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

dinner was a simple affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. Rice, sashimi, a salad. field was relaxed ; the hard worker laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined future to Tom, serving him intellectual nourishment while Miyoko sat on his other side of meat, serving him tea and sake. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our dwelling house in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the reason in winter, the water supply 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 party intensified in the bath. Slaves scrubbed each other 's backs, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the young woman were devotee. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been fan for decades, others like Mika would take a fling every few age with a girl 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 rooster and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot spring while I cuddled with Tom, sipping cold sake, enjoying the warmth of the weewee and the alcohol while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

"Who needs discipline ?"Tom asked me later that dark."No veterans."

We were standing in his sleeping room, a broad room appointed with erotic woodcut from the Meiji Restoration. One rampart, however, was decorated with roach, clamps, straps, and craw. All the tools necessity to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no veteran soldier sent more fearful frisson through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be disengage tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed whisker a plenteous, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom hold a length of hemp circle. She knew why she was here and, like a good slave, was quick to incur her punishment.

"airstrip,"he commanded.

"Yes original,"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 bathing suit, the character traditionally worn by Japanese girls for school. Her Dubyuh was a mat of thick, ignominious fuzz that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her fountainhead between her stifle and her ass knife thrust up into the air. The Mexican valium crisscrossed her consistency in a beautiful web of knots and geometric intention. Shibari rope slavery was a work of art.

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

"The permutation, professional,"Mika answered."It is what I deserve."

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

"One, thank you Master,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A s red welt appeared, a line of fire across the champaign of her butt."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her Dubyuh by the quarter hit, and lust burned in her voice as she made her count. The one-fifth fortuity landed on her fur-covered cunt and Mika yelped in pain.

"Five, thank you Master !"Her voice was stressed, rising in pitch.

More red wheal appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few whacks Tom would bring down one on her pussy. His rooster grew hard as he disciplined his striver, every cry and grunt 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 prostitute arousal perfumed the air. Every strike brought her closing to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew adept than to cum without Tom 's license. This was n't the tub. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom cracked the switch across her asscheeks again.

"30, thank you Master !"she gasped after the death tap landed again on her pussy.

"candle,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a garden pink, beeswax candle and a special holder. One end held the candle, the other end was a thickset butt plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's inflamed ass, Tom 's peter hovering near my lip, so powerful, begging me to open my mouth and wet-nurse it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt plug cd 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 real equipment casualty. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her puss, increasing the pleasure Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this treatment and wished our positions were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my body, slowly cooling and hardening on my cutis. Then I would have all dark to palpate helpless, horny, aching to be touched by my victor. In the cockcrow, a steamy hole would be between my legs and it was so concentrated not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunk of pubic hair with it. Then he would shove his intemperate hammer inside my kitty and I would have to fight back against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would unbrace me and after hours, I would finally be free. My bladder would be achingly good, my pussy hot, despairing to cum and wax of his spunk.

"May I relieve my bladder ?"I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the time, he 'd ca-ca me stand there, straining to make in my piss while he worked on something, until I lost ascendency and shamefully wet myself.

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

By then Tom would be gear up to have intercourse again. He would wee-wee me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the pool of piss I left on the stone flooring while he fucked my cunt hard from behind.

"Dirty whore !"he would growl."You 're just a foul animal with no self-denial ! A bitch !"The piss would be acrid on my spit and sometimes he would shove my face down it in, smearing my hair through the filthy puddle like the disgusting gripe I was.

I longed for being punished again. shucks these contestant for causing problems and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to open my mouth, a loud noise came from outside. Fireworks ? Was there a fete today ? There were many festivals in Japan. We were a hard working hoi polloi and took any excuse to screw up off steam and have a holiday or company.

There were more pops detonating. That did n't voice like fireworks.

"Get the swords,"Tom growled.

Adrenaline surged through me. Those soda water were gunshot. The bodyguard 's Mark sent us were fighting someone.

"Free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the balance of the little girl out the escape valve tunnel."care shone in my daughter 's eyes, terror clutching her limb with its icy grasp."Now !"I barked.

Tom and I raced to the inventory. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her sword to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered case. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her optic were trigger-happy behind her glasses.

"skipper,"she said, tossing him his katana.

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

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

I strapped on my steel around my waist, looking to Tom for his orders. My affection was beating rapidly, memories of the demon state of war flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in one-half by a monster made of trace in Cairo while fighting the demon Hadad. The clip I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in movement of me and push the monster off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her blood, a ogre 's acantha 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, unhorse gleaming on the rippling, enchanted sword blade. I was surprised by how cool off I was.

We each pulled on a bronzy amulet. Did the enthrallment still work after thirty yr of lying in the armory ?

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

"Yes, Master,"we answered.

We never made it. The attackers had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our habitation, angry and shouting for our blood line. They destroyed. Beautiful paintings and work of calligraphy were ripped from the rampart. Statues and vase were broken.

In smashed corridors we fought the peasant, splashing blood on the rice report rampart. Never had my brand tasted a human 's flesh. I forced down the part of my mind that rebelled at the mass murder down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other hard worker.

The attackers had gas ; Amytal nimbi erupted around us every time one of the bullets would have got found our physical body. My bronze amulet slowly grew warm and heater, a sign the protective bewitchment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the low to die ; her double-dyed breasts marred by a chafe hole.

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

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

"I love you, Tom-dono,"I said, suddenly calm. demise had come for us. There was cypher left to fear.

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

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

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

I fell into swarthiness ; an eternity of weightless falling into the earth, through the earth, thick and cryptic. Into the Abyss. I landed in gray fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing enceinte and heavy as they neared.

I was in the darkness, the in high spirits level of Hell. Here, all those bound to sign and Mary waited in expiry, our person chained to them. Many bodyguards waited here, along with a few of the adulteress and other 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 sisters. I could see other forms in the darkness. A light-haired woman, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"master key,"Minami smiled, falling to her human knee."Even in decease, 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 captain was reunited with his slaves, I noticed more than and Sir Thomas More pattern appear in the mist. Sir Thomas More escort appeared. I did n't recognize many of them. They were assigned to other role of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far east, appeared with their retainer ; Tom 's old friend Chris and his busty seraglio 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 surprise."How did this happen ?"

"We had thirty years of peace,"I answered."Thirty geezerhood to grow diffused, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a blackened Chain about my somebody yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and Mary. We had sold our soul for eternal spring chicken and power, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to fire up, to raise, to the hurt screams of the damned. I stood on ruby-red rocks, passion slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the hill, all those who sold their somebody to Mark and Mary. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguards knelt before our graven image, the Sluts gathered around them. The rest of us, the Governors of the XIV territorial dominion of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the XIV Diocese stood surrounded by their kinsfolk and servant. All of Tom 's slave stood around him, with me on his right and our daughter on his left hand, and like everyone else, we fixed our oculus at the top of the hill.

"What are your commands, passkey ?"violet 's interpreter rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

"Well, I 've heard it said that it 's better to rule in netherworld,"Mark answered.

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. fountainhead my ladies, we helped him govern the Earth, why not snake pit ?"

Around us, lesser demons and spectre of the dead gathered. I could finger their fear. Mark and Mary had the king of all the big daimon : Molech, Lilith, Old Nick, others. No-one could rival them.

I clapped my bridge player."You heard our Master, we fight !"

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my hand, the steel glowing molten red, and armored myself in a fuku. I was Tom 's slave for all of timelessness, and together we would cut up a home for ourselves in Hell .
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