The Devil 's Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Hikaru : the Perfect Slave

banknote : Mark 's Friend Tom requested a Nipponese, Young woman for his slave. St. Mark found Hikaru Hojou, an exchange student, at Rogers High School.

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

I knelt in my fuku : a plain, blanched, button-down shirt tucked into a forgetful, red-green tartan doll. Loose, bloodless socks clung to my ankle joint. Everyday, my professional Tom would pick out one of a twelve dissimilar outfits for his striver to wear upon from traditional Japanese school girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swimming wear, and more. Kneeling like I was, the annulus 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 starting time slave, the schoolmistress of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that marvellous day my God found me in the bathroom at Will Rogers high gear school day and gave me to this wonderful, stern man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was sound he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty womanhood belonged to him, all Japanese girls he had collected over the class that he had been the governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, china, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the bread and butter immortal. In exchange for serving St. Mark and Virgin Mary, we were given eternal early days and looker by them.

The Timothy Miles Bindon Rice room access slid surface and Tom entered dressed in a dim-witted, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few months had been difficult. Somehow, scar and Mary 's control condition over the reality was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then food stores were burned and base sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguards. Today, the escort had killed three men and a woman.

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

"Good eventide, slaves,"Tom simply greeted.

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

"Minami, Chiyoko, attend our passe-partout,"I ordered.

Two girls rose from the rank and file of kneeling slaves, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his limb and the two female child deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his eubstance. 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 animal foot after removing each one.

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

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

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

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

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the largest tits of all the hard worker and looked so cute with her dainty glasses perched on her button nose ; tan Mika with her honey-brown hairsbreadth and full lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very gallant of my daughter when she turned eighteen final stage February. She had bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

"Nothing would make me happier,"he had answered, pulling her up and kissing her. A hebdomad later she was bound to sign and her training as a striver began.

She was a quick learner.

Tom set in au naturel in his plush reclining chair. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his decently foundation while Mika walked around the president to tolerate behind it and knead his shoulders. Miyoko, her round middle twinkling as she climbed into her Father-God 's lap. Our girl was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Nipponese feel but had Tom 's beat eyes which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, sea captain,"she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his tool. Each slave knew just what position to take based on the decree I called their names."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 skirt flared as she slammed up and down on her father 's pecker, exposing her light-olive toned ass for abbreviated moments. I felt my own cunt moistening, my fingers itching to dump 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 joy could wait—Tom 's pleasure is what mattered.

The slaves ministration eased the tensity from Tom, his face relaxing into joy as he enjoyed Miyoko 's slit. Our daughter pumped her coxa faster, her curly, Shirley Temple Black hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulder. There was a tearing noise ; Tom ripped Miyoko 's blouse open, petty push sent flying as he exposed her budding tit, pale-yellow and topped with chocolate-brown nipples.

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

The firing grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my fingers ; a cool bead of juice tickled down my thigh. I stood still, keeping my grimace composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long clock time since I slipped up.

Three 24-hour interval tied up in a musket ball had been my punishment.

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

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

"No,"Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, straining to hold off that delicious succour even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his dick. Tom 's hands gripped her ass, squeezing it, guiding the cause of her roll in the hay. His finger's breadth spread her cheeks and I could make out her brown hole winking at me. Roughly, he shoved two fingers up her ass.

"Oh, fucking !"she gasped."Oh, fuck ! Please master copy, may I cum ! You 're stirring me up !"

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

"Oh, overlord ! Oh, my god ! You are driving me screwball !"

"good,"he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his rooster. The muscles in his cervix strained and his face contorted as he poured his cum deep into our girl 's young 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 eyes fell on her scupper chest 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 room Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. Her dark, thick shrub was messy with Tom 's cum and her pussy juices ; a beautiful sight, and I did n't hesitate to forget my face into her wood and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother !"she gasped as my natural language scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and love. She had a tart, tangy flavor that was enhanced by salty nerve. My glossa flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy muddle."Oh, mother ! Oh, bonk ! Oh, my Gods yes !"

She drowned me in her passion ; a flood tide of succus poured down my impertinence and neck, soaking into my shoal blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my face as her coming powerfully trembled through her.

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

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

"You did a proficient 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 strong arms.

"There was another protest in capital of Red China,"I told him.

Tom grunted."I heard. We questioned several prisoner we captured. Their auras were silver. person freed them from Mark 's ascendency. I guess that confirms a nun 's interference."

"It 'll be alright,"I told him."brand and The Virgin have been through worst over the age. 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, unease ringing through my stomach."Tomorrow, I want you to come out training the hard worker in fighting. You still have your sword."

I nodded.

During the daimon state of war Tom, four of his hard worker, and I had learned to fight with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted leaf blade given to us by brand and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many battles."I will bulge out wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling."Good."His hand slid down my thigh, between my wooden leg, and probed at my still muffle bush—unlike chump, Tom liked his girls to induce a thick, lifelike 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 little slave."

I groaned, relaxing my self-control, and let his finger rub down me into paradise."Oh, Master !"I moaned."Oh, yes, I love you so much ! Please make me cum !"

His lips 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 floodlight of rage ; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my dearest, as my body was whipped with the delight of his finger."Thank you, Tom-dono,"I whispered. I was the only slave allowed to address our Master by his name.

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

dinner was a simple-minded social function. Tom was n't one for complicated meal. Rice, sashimi, a salad. subject area was relaxed ; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him nutrient while Miyoko sat on his other side, serving him tea and sake. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring converted into a bath. Our home in Kyoto was blessed with one. Even with snowfall on the dry land in wintertime, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot H2O and sipping interest while the C. P. Snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner party intensified in the bathing tub. slave scrubbed each former 's dorsum, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the girl were lover. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for X, others like Mika would have a offer every few year with a girl that always ended in bust and bitter recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the slope domain. Ayame sucked his pecker and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot leaping while I cuddled with Tom, sipping cold sake, enjoying the warmth of the body of water and the alcohol while wishing it was winter instead of summer.

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

We were standing in his sleeping accommodation, a broad elbow room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji Restoration. One wall, however, was decorated with ropes, clamp, straps, and crops. All the tools necessary to correct a bad slave. Tom 's comment about no old stager sent more direful pall through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be release tonight.

"Mika,"I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed haircloth a robust, honey-brown—entered the elbow room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom hold a length of halter rope. She knew why she was here and, like a honest hard worker, was fix to receive her punishment.

"Strip,"he commanded.

"Yes Master,"she said, quickly stripping out of her fuku until she stood naked. picket tan lines covered her body. Not from a bikini, but a one-piece washup suit of clothes, the type traditionally worn by Japanese girls for schoolhouse. Her scrub was a mat of thick, pitch-black fuzz that completely hid her undoubtedly aroused pussy.

Tom quickly and proficiently tied her up into a testicle, her forefront between her stifle and her ass poke up into the air. The rophy crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knot and geometric designs. Shibari rope bondage was a work of art.

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

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

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

"One, thank you Master,"Mika moaned. Crack ! A second gear red welt appeared, a billet of fire across the plain of her rear."Two, thank you Master !"

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

"basketball team, thank you Master !"Her voice was stressed, rising in slant.

Sir Thomas More red welts appeared on her ass and thighs, and every few whacks 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 fancy woman rousing perfumed the air. Every strike brought her windup to cumming, but she would n't. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom 's permit. This was n't the bath. I inhaled her hot snatch Tom cracked the replacement across her asscheeks again.

"Thirty, thank you Master !"she gasped after the hold up tap landed again on her pussy.

"cd,"Tom said.

"Yes, Master,"I said, fishing a pink, beeswax candle and a particular bearer. One end held the standard candle, the other end was a wooden-headed ass plug.

I knelt behind the girl 's inflamed ass, Tom 's cock hovering near my lips, so brawny, begging me to spread my back talk and suck it in. Instead, I roughly shoved the butt plug 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 real damage. Some of it would filter all the way down to her pussycat, 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 peel. Then I would have all dark to finger incapacitated, steamy, aching to be touched by my Master. In the forenoon, a sticky mess would be between my legs and it was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing lump of pubic hair with it. Then he would shove his hard rooster inside my pussycat and I would throw 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 gratis. My bladder would be achingly full, my puss hot, dire to cum and replete of his heart.

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

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

By then Tom would be cook to fuck again. He would make me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of piss I left on the gem storey while he fucked my cunt hard from behind.

"Dirty whore !"he would rumble."You 're just a filthy animal with no self-control ! A squawk !"The piss would be acrid on my tongue and sometimes he would jostle my face down it in, smearing my haircloth through the filthy pool like the disgusting cunt I was.

I longed for being punished again. damn these dissidents for causing problems and denying me such passion.

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

As I was about to open my mouth, a trashy noise came from outside. Fireworks ? Was there a festival today ? There were many festival in Japan. We were a backbreaking working multitude and took any excuse to be adrift off steam and have a holiday or company.

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

"Get the sword,"Tom growled.

Adrenaline surged through me. Those pops were gunshots. The bodyguard 's score sent us were fighting someone.

"Free her,"I snapped at Miyoko."Then you and Mika lead the rest of the fille out the escape tunnel."concern shone in my girl 's middle, 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 blade to her waist and drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge boob straining the sailor-style blouse and her eyes were fierce behind her glasses.

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

Natsuki was breathing hard when she burst in, wearing a short silk kimono robe—black and decorated with pinko cherry blossoms—a look of alert on her typeface."Hundreds of peasants are attacking the gate. The escort are about to be overwhelmed."

"Get to the escape burrow !"Tom barked, his typeface grim.

I strapped on my brand around my waist, looking to Tom for his guild. My heart was beating rapidly, memories of the devil warfare flooding my mind. The day Usako was ripped in one-half by a daemon made of shadow in Al Qahira while fighting the monster Hadad. The metre I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and ride the colossus off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her stock, a devil 's pricker shoved through her chest of drawers while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to Mary so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely rasping, brightness gleaming on the riffle, enchanted steel brand. I was surprised by how calm I was.

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

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

"Yes, master copy,"we answered.

We never made it. The aggressor had already breached the hall, cutting us off. They flooded through our dwelling, tempestuous and shouting for our blood. They destroyed. Beautiful house painting and works of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues and vessel were broken.

In smashed corridors we fought the peasants, splashing blood on the rice theme bulwark. Never had my sword tasted a man 's flesh. I forced down the component part of my mind that rebelled at the carnage down. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the early hard worker.

The assaulter had shooter ; low nimbi erupted around us every time one of the bullets would have found our material body. My tan talisman slowly grew warmer and warmer, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first to die ; her double-dyed breasts 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 deaths. We only still stood because of the tight one-quarter. Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to sidestep a pry bar, her rib breakage, 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. dying had come for us. There was zip left to fear.

"I should take in 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 stranger, a man clad in gold armor—a Monk. My sword broke on his armour. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into darkness ; an eternity of weightless falling into the earth, through the ground, profoundly and deeply. Into the Abyss. I landed in white-haired fog. build moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing larger and larger as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the high layer 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 loose woman and early 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 early forms in the darkness. A blond woman, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

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

"Master,"Minami smiled, falling to her genu."Even in death, 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 Thomas More and more figures appear in the mist. more bodyguards appeared. I did n't know many of them. They were assigned to other parts of the public. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far East, appeared with their servants ; Tom 's old Friend Chris and his busty seraglio materialized ; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife ; skinny Karl and his striver Julie. Everywhere I looked more Governors of the Theocracy Bishops of the church service 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 class of peace,"I answered."Thirty years to maturate subdued, to farm lax."
I felt something tug at me, a contraband chain about my individual yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the Abyss.

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

The darkness gave way to heat, to elicit, to the pain screams of the curse. I stood on blood-red rocks, passion slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds appeared on the hill, all those who sold their someone to German mark and Mary. They stood at the summit meeting, magnificent, beautiful, sinewy amidst the terrifying landscapes.

The ranks of the bodyguards knelt before our Gods, the Sluts gathered around them. The residual of us, the Governors of the Fourteen Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the 14 Diocese stood surrounded by their family and servant. All of Tom 's slaves stood around him, with me on his rightfield and our daughter on his leftfield, and like everyone else, we fixed our eyes at the top of the hill.

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

"Well, I 've heard it said that it 's sound to predominate in Hell,"Mark answered.

Tom laughed."That son-of-a-bitch. Well my ladies, we helped him rule the Earth, why not hellhole ?"

Around us, lesser daimon and subtlety of the dead gathered. I could feel their fear. Mark and Mary had the baron of all the greater monster : Moloch, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No-one could equal them.

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

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my hired hand, the blade glowing molten red, and armored myself in a fuku. I was Tom 's striver for all of eternity, and together we would carve a abode for ourselves in Hell .