The Devil 's Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect Slave

Note : scrape 's friend Tom requested a Japanese, Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman for his slave. soft touch found Hikaru Hojou, an rally student, at Virginia Katherine McMath High School.

June 6th, 2056 - Hikaru Hojou - Kyoto, Far due east territory

I knelt in my fuku : a plain stitch, white, button-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, white wind cone clung to my articulatio talocruralis. Everyday, my victor Tom would pick out one of a dozen different outfits for his slaves to fatigue from traditional Japanese schooltime girl uniforms—the fuku—to nanny uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swimming wear, and more than. Kneeling like I was, the doll had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For forty-three yr I had been Tom 's get-go hard worker, the mistress of his seraglio, and the mother of his girl. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers High School and gave me to this wonderful, hindquarters man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was honest he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty women belonged to him, all Japanese girls he had collected over the eld that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the public figure of the Living deity. In exchange for serving stigma and Mary, we were given unceasing youthfulness and beauty by them.

The rice door slid receptive and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The hold out few months had been hard. Somehow, Deutsche Mark and Mary 's control over the world was slipping. kickoff, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental edifice, then food for thought stores were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were brush with the escort. Today, the bodyguard had killed three men and a woman.

"Good evening, Master,"I greeted him, then the early striver chorused their greeting in unison.

"commodity evening, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

I gracefully rose to my pes, gliding to my master key, a smile on my face, and hugged and kissed him. It pleased me to feel his work force slip down and feel my bare ass beneath my doll. When he broke the candy kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands.

"Minami, Chiyoko, take care our skipper,"I ordered.

Two girls rose from the ranks of kneeling slaves, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his blazonry and the two young woman deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his organic structure. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the laundry basket while Minami knelt and took off Tom 's sandals one by one, kissing his metrical foot after removing each one.

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

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

"Yurika, Mika, Miyoko,"I barked, clapping my hired hand twice."Attend our maestro. 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 heavy titty of all the slaves and looked so precious with her kickshaw deoxyephedrine perched on her release nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and full lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very majestic of my daughter when she turned 18 last February. She had bowed before her Church Father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"goose egg would get to me well-chosen,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A week later she was bound to stain and her breeding as a slave began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in nude in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right foot while Mika walked around the chairwoman to brook behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her rhythm eyes twinkling as she climbed into her beginner 's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom 's round of drinks heart which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, professional,"she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his dick. Each slave knew just what position to consume based on the order I called their names."I love your prick inside me, stirring up my cauldron."

Tom groaned,"My beautiful flower !"

I smiled at them as I stood patiently to the side. Miyoko 's chick flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's turncock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief moments. I felt my own bitch moistening, my finger's breadth itching to plunge between my thigh and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

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

The slave succour eased the stress from Tom, his aspect relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko 's pussy. Our daughter pumped her hip joint faster, her curly, black pilus flying wildly about her albumen blouse covered shoulders. There was a deplume noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, piffling push button sent flying as he exposed her budding white meat, 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 flak grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my digit ; a cool down beading of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long time since I slipped up.

Three years tied up in a ballock had been my punishment.

It had been wonderful. I was so helpless, so at Tom 's mercy. If I did n't have so much responsibility these days, I would splay up again. Perhaps after matter calmed down in a few months. I felt my facial muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

"I love you surmount !"Miyoko moaned"May I cum ?"

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to entertain off that delicious relief even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his cock. Tom 's manpower gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the movements of her shtup. His fingers spread her cheeks and I could get out her brownness hole blinking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingerbreadth up her ass.

"Oh, piece of tail !"she gasped."Oh, fuck ! Please Master, may I cum ! You 're stirring me up !"

"No !"he ordered, fucking his fingers in and out of her hole even as she rode his tool faster and faster.

"Oh, Master ! Oh, my god ! You are driving me nutcase !"

"commodity,"he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his pecker. The muscles in his neck strained and his face contorted as he poured his cum deep into our girl 's vernal 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 !"She climbed off of him, turning to face me ; my middle fell on her exposed 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 lofty of her for not cumming despite all the ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. Her shadow, thick bush was messy with Tom 's cum and her kitty succus ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to bury my face into her wood and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my tongue scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and honey. She had a tart, tart flavor that was enhanced by salty spunk. My glossa flicked at her drop, before diving back into her juicy muddle."Oh, mother ! Oh, fuck ! Oh, my graven image yes !"

She drowned me in her passion ; a photoflood of juices poured down my impertinence and neck, soaking into my schoolhouse blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my face as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

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

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

"You did a skilful 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 blazonry wrapped around me and I smiled ; I loved being held in his warm arms.

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

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several prisoners we captured. Their auras were silver. person freed them from score '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 Demon Wars."

"We had soldiers then."He looked at me and I saw fear in his eyes. It struck me like a gong, malaise ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to start training the slaves in combat. You still have your sword."

I nodded.

During the daemon 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 Mark and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many fight."I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still dull bush—unlike German mark, Tom liked his little girl to receive a thick, raw 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 clit ; I shivered."I want you to cum for me, my short slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-possession, and let his fingers massage me into paradise."Oh, Master !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! Please bring in me cum !"

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

"Yes, yes !"I moaned as I exploded on his fingers, gushing forth a outpouring of passion ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my love, as my body was whipped with the pleasure of his digit."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the entirely slave allowed to address our Master by his name.

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

Dinner was a childlike affair. Tom was n't one for complicated meals. rice, sashimi, a salad. study was relaxed ; the hard worker laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him food for thought while Miyoko sat on his former side, serving him tea and sake. After dinner party, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our nursing home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snow on the ground in winter, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water system and sipping rice beer while the C. P. Snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner party intensified in the bath. slave scrubbed each other 's rear, which often led to more suggest caresses. Many of the young woman were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decades, others like Mika would let a whirl every few years with a girl that always ended in bout and caustic recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the side orbit. 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 cold sake, enjoying the warmth of the water 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 spacious room appointed with erotic wood engraving from the Meiji refurbishment. One rampart, however, was decorated with ropes, clamps, straps, and harvest. All the tools necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom 's scuttlebutt about no vet sent more fearful iciness through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be unblock tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hairsbreadth a rich, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not shake as she watched Tom hold a length of hangman's rope rope. She knew why she was here and, like a good hard worker, was ready to receive her punishment.

"strip show,"he commanded.

"Yes master key,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. pale tan melodic line covered her body. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the eccentric traditionally worn by Japanese girls for school. Her bush was a mat of thick, total darkness hair that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a ball, her head between her knees and her ass thrust up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her soundbox in a beautiful web of international nautical mile and geometric conception. Shibari Mexican valium bondage was a work of art.

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

"The shift, overlord,"Mika answered."It is what I deserve."

Tom smiled, pulling down the supple, thin wood. The crack on her ass was meretricious and left a slight, red wale on her sick ass.

"One, thank you master key,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A second red welt appeared, a parentage of firing across the plain of her butt."Two, thank you Master !"

Dew dampened her shrub by the fourth strike, and lustfulness burned in her voice as she made her count. The fifth separatrix landed on her fur-covered cunt and Mika yelped in pain.

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

Sir Thomas More red welts appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few rap Tom would land one on her pussy. His cock grew hard as he disciplined his slave, 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 tart arousal perfumed the air. Every strike brought her closing to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew serious than to cum without Tom 's permission. This was n't the bath. I inhaled her hot puss Tom cracked the electric switch across her asscheeks again.

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

"taper,"Tom said.

"Yes, skipper,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax candle and a peculiar holder. One end held the taper, the early end was a thick butt plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's fire up ass, Tom 's shaft hovering near my lips, so potent, begging me to spread my rima oris and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt plug standard candle holder into Mika 's ass, then inserted the candle and lit it. Soon hot wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting, but not hot enough to do genuine damage. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her twat, increasing the pleasure Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this handling and wished our positions were swapped. The wax was hot, burning deliciously as it ran down my body, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Then I would make all night to feel helpless, corneous, aching to be touched by my Master. In the morning, a sticky mess would be between my legs and it was so punishing not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing clod of pubic tomentum with it. Then he would shove his difficult cock inside my snatch and I would consume to agitate against cumming.

I would still being punished.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and after hr, I would finally be absolve. My bladder would be achingly to the full, my pussy hot, desperate to cum and broad of his mettle.

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

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

By then Tom would be fix to have sex again. He would make me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of piss I left on the stone storey while he fucked my cunt hard from nates.

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

I longed for being punished again. red cent these protester for causing job and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to open my mouth, a tawdry racket came from alfresco. pyrotechnic ? Was there a festival today ? There were many festivals in Japan. We were a operose working people and took any apology to blow off steam and have a holiday or company.

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

"Get the swords,"Tom growled.

epinephrine surged through me. Those popping were gunshots. The bodyguard 's scrape sent us were fighting someone.

"free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the rest of the girls out the escape cock tunnel."concern shone in my daughter 's eyes, terror clutching her limbs 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 waist and drawing the curved, enchanted steel from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her vast breasts straining the sailor-style blouse and her middle were bowelless behind her glasses.

"sea captain,"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 tone of alarm on her face."Hundreds of bucolic are attacking the gate. The escort are about to be overwhelmed."

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

I strapped on my sword around my waistline, looking to Tom for his ordination. My heart was beating rapidly, memory of the Demon warfare flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in half by a daemon 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 nominal head of me and motor the ogre off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her roue, 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 gleaming on the rippling, enchanted blade brand. I was surprised by how calm down I was.

We each pulled on a tan amulet. Did the trance still work after XXX years of lying in the armory ?

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

"Yes, Master,"we answered.

We never made it. The aggressor had already breached the mansion, cutting us off. They flooded through our home, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful paintings and works of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues and vases were broken.

In tight corridors we fought the Goth, splashing blood line on the Sir Tim Rice paper walls. Never had my leaf blade tasted a human 's physique. I forced down the part of my thinker that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other hard worker.

The attackers had guns ; wild blue yonder glory erupted around us every time one of the bullets would give found our flesh. My bronze amulet slowly grew heater and heater, a mark the protective fascination was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the commencement to die ; her perfect chest marred by a ragged hole.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their death. We only still stood because of the tight tail. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the goat of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a crowbar, her ribs breaking, 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. destruction had come for us. There was cipher left to fear.

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

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

Death walked to me. He was a alien, a man clad in Au armor—a Monk. My steel broke on his armour. His obelisk pierced my heart.

I fell into iniquity ; an eternity of weightless falling into the earth, through the earth, deeper and bass. Into the abyss. I landed in gray fog. human body moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing enceinte and with child as they neared.

I was in the fantasm, the in high spirits bed of Hell. Here, all those bound to Mark and Mary waited in death, our souls chained to them. Many bodyguards waited here, along with a few of the fornicatress and other servants.

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to recognize me. And with them were two old friends : Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead babe. I could see early soma in the darkness. A blond charwoman, beautiful and tearing, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"Master,"Minami smiled, falling to her articulatio genus."Even in last, 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 original was reunited with his slaves, I noticed more and more digit appear in the mist. More bodyguards appeared. I did n't recognize many of them. They were assigned to other role of the world. Beth and daybreak, the Bishopresses of the Far Orient, appeared with their servants ; Tom 's old champion Chris and his busty serail materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his striver Julie. Everywhere I looked more governor 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 old age of peace,"I answered."Thirty years to grow balmy, to grow lax."
I felt something tug at me, a Shirley Temple Black chain about my person yanking me down deeper into the iniquity of the abysm.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and Virgin Mary. We had sold our souls for ageless youth and power, and now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to heat, to fire, to the tormented thigh-slapper of the blame. I stood on blood-red careen, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the hill, all those who sold their mortal to Gospel According to Mark and Mary. They stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the escort knelt before our Gods, the Sluts gathered around them. The rest of us, the Governors of the Fourteen dominion of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the Fourteen Diocese stood surrounded by their family and servant. All of Tom 's slaves stood around him, with me on his right and our daughter on his left, and like everyone else, we fixed our center at the top of the hill.

"What are your commands, superior ?"Violet 's voice rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife.

"fountainhead, I 've heard it said that it 's better to govern in Hell,"bell ringer answered.

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

Around us, less demons and shades of the all in gathered. I could feel their awe. stigma and Mary had the superpower of all the majuscule monster : Molech, Lilith, Old Nick, others. No-one could rival them.

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

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my manus, the blade glowing molten red, and armored myself in a fuku. I was Tom 's striver for all of eternity, and together we would cut up a home plate for ourselves in Hell .