The heller 's accord Slave history
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sarai : dame of the dog house

Note : Sarai had always been a submissive Lesbian and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's pact hard worker Chronicle 5 : Via, exemption. Thanks b0b for beta version this.

"The disobedience of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her rebelliousness of my will like an ungrateful animal, then I shall deal her like one .'So the Living God placed a collar about her throat, dog pinna upon her head, and inserted a butt plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his deal to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to perform many humiliating human activity. The will of sister Cuntrag was finally bent to our Gods, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slut ,'she begged, and was transformed from the foul Nun who dared oppose our Gods into Karenic, the sanctum Slut, by virtue of our idol'love and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, territory of Southeast Asia

I contemplated my favorite passage of the church doctrine of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the heart of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the Holy Slut 's beautiful phiz. Every time I stared at it, I remembered our passionate affair that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the epithet Sister Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the offset fair sex to ever dominate me. She took my maidenhead in the bathroom of Delta airplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a stewardess then. Karen taught me to take on that I was a lesbian and blank out my mislead, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot nightclub in my household town of Tacoma, the Clam Diver. She realized what I was, a submissive looking to be dominated, and that good afternoon in her apartment, she made me her striver while Via watched.

Diane rose high in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My fan collected other striver over the years. Special women trained by me to delight her. All were bastard daughter of the God Mark. I followed the teachings of the Gospel, and broke each girl to my Mistresses desire.

"madam,"a soft voice whispered.

I turned to the two kennel hard worker kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven black hair, and Akane Mirai, almond eyes and porcelain face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal squawk, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my fast service. They wore dog neckband about their neck ; headbands with dog auricle on their heads, and butt against fireplug adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like sanctum Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your presence at the planetary house, madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her hairsbreadth and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my thigh. They were my favorite slaves, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their ternion, and they crawled before me, their cute asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large church building, worshipers and clergy bowed to me.

exterior, Lily Klerk and Miranda muckle waited with my rickshaw. They were crib girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their fanny, their hair long, falling down their naked spine. Harnesses covered their organic structure, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the ricksha 's fundament. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned asses.

They giggled, pulling my ricksha at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her handmaid used a pony daughter rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, governing worker in gray-headed suits and sleeper, nurses in red scrubs and medico in blue. Everyone was well-chosen. It was the Gods final examination precept :"discovery fulfillment and joy in whatever job, married person, or domicile the Theocracy selects for you."

The only real alternative a soul made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful offspring woman or bighearted Pres Young man was allowed that choice. Sex slaves were the symbol of status. If you worked severe at your job and rose eminent, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made good time with encouragement from my whip licking their cute asses. They had a prissy sheen of lather on their tanned skin. Both were blond, their hair lightened by decades in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two fille were Diane 's former collections.

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

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

"You two have earned an afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a bringing up pair, and had two girl that also served as trot. fancy woman allowed Lily to have a rooster and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their jail cell. I wanted to stay and catch the missy make love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chair. The study had her desk, shelves for script, and one nook was given over to discipline. A lively bench with strap to hold back down an unruly hard worker sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of whips, crop, and boat paddle.

One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ears and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their arrest had little bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the mansion. They did n't sleep in the kennels, instead the five of them would find a room and sleep in a heap of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the quoin behind Diane 's desk was a uneasy, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, Negro pilus that piled about her shoulder joint. She was defenseless and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a nice twain of round of golf, plump knocker and a sonsy figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two squawk heeling me."You summoned me, schoolmistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My newfangled slave. I want her civilize as a bitch."

"Of track, Mistress."I stood up and walked over to a shelf and found a dog collar and III."You are Gardenia ?"I asked her, stroking her face.

"Yes,"she muttered with a sullen scowl. Diane had a hang for finding girls that were LE than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

"Yes, Madam,"I corrected."Fail to address me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my commands promptly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to perform satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

I thrust the shoe collar at her."From now on you are a cunt, and bitches wear their choker at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her headway. I could feel Diane 's eyes on us."Bitches,"I snapped. Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl.

"Let me go,"she shouted, struggling in my bitches grasp.

They hauled the struggling miss, her breasts bouncing nicely. My bitches were hard, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking terrace and bent her over the hard wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather turnup attached to the Bench legs, then strapped her articulatio genus to the other side, spreading her wide open and giving me a safe look at the knotty, disgraceful bush between her thighs.

"The paddle,"Diane ordered."twenty dollar bill spanks."

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her boldness between Diane 's second joint, busily working her tongue through Diane 's cunt. mistress loved watching a disobedient striver be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained wickedness with mess drilled in the wood. I gave it a swinging, the air whistling through the holes.

perfective. I moved to the disobedient trollop and swung.

Crack !

"Holy shit !"Gardenia gasped.

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

"I do n't love,"the striver wailed.

Akane licked Gardenia 's face and whispered in her ear,"You should have said, 'Thank you, Madam, this bitch needs 19 more spankings .'You count down, okay."

Smack ! Gardenia 's black rear end was tinged red.

"Thank you brothel keeper, this b-bi ..."She snarled her spit around the word.

"You can do it,"encouraged Jordan sweetly, licking her lips."Just let in what you are ... a bitch !"

Like respectable cop-bad cop from TV shows and film, I was the coarse kept woman and Jordon and Akane the gentle hard worker.

Spank !

"Thank you, lady. This b-bitch needs XVII Thomas More spankings,"she sobbed.
"legal injury !"I smacked her ass with my stripped manus. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the root. You do n't get to decamp ahead."

Crack !

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

"good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left face, landing a nice blow."Thank you, lady !"she gasped."This kick needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

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

I would want relief when I finished.

Crack ! Smack ! crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. rent ran down her facial expression, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's bust triggering a powerful orgasm, tossing her head, framed by dim ringlets.

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

Another stinging slap, reddened cheeks jiggling, my pussy burning for a womanhood 's mouth.

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

The aching in my clit burned, beckoning for my digit to provided soothing relief.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs one more spanking !"

I wanted to rub my cunt on her electrocution ass.

Crack !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my trim pussy. Gardenia cried in bother as I rubbed my pussy on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her ductile flesh, smearing my juice, an salve to soothe her burning as she soothed mine."immortal yes !"My pussy contracted, cream squirting out as my body thrashed in mania. My head word threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my physical structure as I straightened my skirt. I glanced back at Diane and found her workings at her desk, Annie curled into a ball on the floor beside her stroking her kitty and biting her dentition to keep from loudly moaning.

"free her,"I commanded.

My gripe obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The lady friend wiped her rip from her narrow face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full of defiance. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, middle flicking towards the spanking bench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"goodness,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a name for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

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

"I do n't know,"she mumbled.

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the tercet so she looked at me."Then answer my question, Cuntlapper."

"Umm, on all fours."She winced, fearing she gave the wrong answer.

I nodded my headspring and waited, staring fixedly at her. She wilted, swallowed, and knelt on the trading floor.

"trade good girl,"I cooed and petted her haircloth."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just survey Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across rough airfoil and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her nighttime, rosy ass, so precious as it swayed between my other two bitch. She would need a rump, and that brought a smiling to my lips. I loved breaking in a new slave 's son of a bitch. It was so a good deal fun.

By the clock time we reached the dog house, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a crop. A few flicks of a party whip on her stamp ass would motivate her to prevent up the stride. The new squawk looked into the cages, the small-scale rooms brace of bitches and pony-girls lived in. Most were occupied with pairs relaxing in their free clip, playing games or watching television or making love. All of them were daughters or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the wall covered with all sorts of intimate miniature : dildos, tail plugs, clamps, restraint, whips, paddle, gags, cowling, vibrators, I chained her trinity to a post in the nub while Akane and Jordan found comfortable bit to snuggle on the floor.

"Which hype should we initiate with ?"I mused out loud, my digit running across tapered, disgraceful charge card, dog tails hanging from the wide end. I hefted a buddy-buddy one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her optic widened in shock and she did n't answer me.

"I asked you a question, bitch !"

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

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

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Nipponese kick crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her hindquarters."On your hands and stifle, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

"Alpha cunt,"Akane growled, nipping her ass."Reach behind and spread your pretty butt-cheeks."

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brownness anatomical sphincter. Akane licked her chop, then buried her face in the Black bitch 's ass. Her oculus widened as Akane tongued her sphincter muscle, then a smile appeared on her side and she purred.

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in front end of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white dress trimmed with Au. My round, twilight tit popped resign and I stroked a surd, dark nipple.

"Yes, madam,"she moaned.

My dress slipped to the floor and her eyes fell upon my naked curves."Time to put your mouth its proper use."

"I 'm blue, gentlewoman ?"
"What 's your name, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart rousing. Her tongue was grand. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my clit. sparkle flew inside me and my point threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her voluminous, silky hair and solid ground my twat into her skilled lips.

"I was aright when I named you, bitch !"I gasped."You were born to lap cunt !"

"Madam, may I sleep together this bitch 's ass ?"Akane asked, looking up at me between dark-red asscheeks.

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A putz blossomed from Akane 's crotch, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the psyche iniquity pink and weeping unclouded pre-cum. I made sure I had a good traction in Cuntlapper 's whisker as my Nipponese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new slave 's ass.

She screamed into my clitoris, humming through my little pearl. The kindling caught inside me, my passionateness blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the bitches face through my cunt. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting heavy and slow, breaking her ass in.

"Fuck the beef !"I gasped."brand her cum on your hammer !"

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

Another orgasm burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her pile until she was set to serve, eager to delight. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. Squeeze that asshole. piece of work those hip. That 's a good bitch !"

My legs felt frail, but I had one finally affair to do. She tried to root for away as my peeing dig into her mouth. I held on squiffy and Akane 's driving force drove her face back into my pussy. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellow leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the level. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My bitch exploded. Pleasure. ecstasy. rage. electrical energy. wiz overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the Emily Post, panting as my body trembled in small-scale aftershocks.

Her fount was a mess. split ran out of her eyes, pussy cream and piddle decorated her face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my principal. I grabbed her hair and shoved her human face down into the piss."slug it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete floor then moaned, her body trembling. The humiliation and shame motley with the joy and pain. Confusion and lust warred in her face as she came despite the degrading treatment. No, she came because of the degrading treatment.

Akane howled, burying herself in Cuntlapper 's ass, her face a rictus of pleasance as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the concluding few times, squeezing every drop of her germ out, before she dismounted.

"Oh, my Gods,"panted Cuntlapper.

I shoved the butt-plug up her ass, lubed by Akane 's cum.

"Now you 're fully a squawk !"I smiled.

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, District of southeast Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The kick 's training was sodding and she did n't need to be held in place to accept her Mistress 's urine. She gladly drank the piss. When the watercourse died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's twat clean.

"Thank you, kept woman,"Cuntlapper purred."This bitch enjoyed drinking your urine."

"You 're welcome,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's head, then my Mistress looked at me."You did well with this one, Sarai."

I smiled and bowed."Thank you, Mistress."

"Do you need to be my beef forever ?"Diane asked, bending down to stare Cuntlapper in the eyes.

"I do, kept woman,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

"Cuntlapper is such an inelegant name. You can be called Gardenia once more."

Tears glistened in her eyes."Thank you, thank you, Mistress."

Diane climbed into our bed and I slid in beside her, kissing my mistress on the lips."You 're going to get a very squeamish reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."Dogs sleep on the metrical foot of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our infantry, her coffee berry skin stark against the E. B. White comforter.

"So what is my reward ?"I asked.

"Sit on my facial expression and I 'll lay down you wrawl, Sarai."

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