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

Sarai : madam of the Kennels

bank bill : Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The daemon 's Pact slave Chronicle 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for genus Beta reading this.

"The disobedience of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will like an ungrateful brute, then I shall treat her like one .'So the aliveness God placed a pinch about her throat, dog auricle upon her headspring, and inserted a tooshie hype into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his hand to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a gripe and forced her to perform many humiliating acts. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally knack to our god, and she submitted.

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

May 21st, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, territorial dominion of sou'-east Asia

I contemplated my best-loved handing over of the gospel singing of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the substance of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the sanctum Slut 's beautiful visage. Every time I stared at it, I remembered our passionate affair that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the figure baby Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the first of all woman to ever dominate me. She took my maidenhead in the bathroom of Delta airplane flying from Chicago to SeaTac. I had been a hostess then. Karen taught me to accept that I was a tribade and leave my misadvise, Moslem beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot society in my place town of Tacoma, the dollar bill frogman. She realized what I was, a submissive looking to be dominated, and that good afternoon in her flat, she made me her hard worker while Via watched.

Diane rose eminent in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My lover collected early striver over the years. especial women trained by me to delight her. All were dickhead daughters of the God brand. I followed the teachings of the Gospel, and broke each girl to my Mistresses desire.

"brothel keeper,"a gentle voice whispered.

I turned to the two kennel slaves kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and raven black hair, and Akane Mirai, almond eyes and porcelain case, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal cunt, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my firm service. They wore dog collars about their neck ; headbands with dog spike on their heads, and march plugs adorned with dog quarter up their asses.

Just like sanctum Karen.

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

"mistress commands your presence at the mansion, Madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair 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 triplet, and they crawled before me, their precious asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large church service, worshiper and clergy bowed to me.

exterior, Lily Klerk and Miranda heap waited with my jinrikisha. They were pony girl, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair long, falling down their naked back. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the jinrikisha. My gripe helped me into the ricksha. A riding crop lay coiled on the jinrikisha 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned tail.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servant used a pony female child rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, government proletarian in greyness suits and ties, nurses in red scrubs and doctors in dismal. Everyone was felicitous. It was the god final examination Commandment :"find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, married person, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The only genuine selection a mortal made was sexual thralldom. And only the most beautiful young woman or giving youthful man was allowed that choice. Sex slave were the symbol of status. If you worked operose at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My ponies made proficient time with encouragement from my lash licking their cute asses. They had a nice sheen of sweat on their suntanned skin. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by decennary in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two lady friend were Diane 's earliest collections.

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

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

"You two have earned an afternoon of joy,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a gentility pair, and had two girl that also served as pony. schoolmarm allowed Lily to have a cock and she was summoning it the present moment the fille were locked in their cell. I wanted to stay on and watch the miss make love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chairman. The subject field had her desk, ledge for books, and one corner was given over to discipline. A spanking bench with straps to contain down an robustious slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a survival of the fittest of party whip, crops, and paddles.

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 taking into custody had niggling Vanessa Stephen on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't sleep in the doghouse, instead the five of them would find a room and eternal sleep in a mountain of raw flesh.

Quietly standing in the niche behind Diane 's desk was a uneasy, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, dark whisker that piled about her shoulders. She was bare and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a nice dyad of round, plump mammilla and a curvy figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two bitch heeling me."You summoned me, Mistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My novel slave. I want her trained as a bitch."

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

"Yes,"she muttered with a sullen frown. Diane had a knack for finding girls that were less than enthusiastic about becoming slaves.

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

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

I thrust the collar at her."From now on you are a bitch, and bitch wear their collars at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the dog collar on, Gardenia !"

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

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

They hauled the struggling girl, her breasts bouncing nicely. My bitches were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and bent her over the hard Wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the benches legs, then strapped her knees to the other side, spreading her wide clear and giving me a good look at the involved, nigrify George W. Bush between her thighs.

"The paddle,"Diane ordered."XX spanks."

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her face between Diane 's thighs, busily working her tongue through Diane 's pussy. Mistress loved watching a disobedient slave be disciplined. I selected an oak paddle, stained dark with holes drilled in the wood. I gave it a swing, the air whistling through the holes.

perfective. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

offer !

"Holy shit !"Gardenia gasped.

"damage !"I barked."What do bitches say ?"

"I do n't know,"the slave wailed.

Akane licked Gardenia 's face and whispered in her ear,"You should have said, 'Thank you, Madam, this beef needs nineteen to a greater extent spankings .'You count down, okay."

thunder ! Gardenia 's drab derriere was tinged red.

"Thank you lady, this b-bi ..."She snarled her tongue around the word.

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

Like adept cop-bad cop from TV shows and movies, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the easy slave.

Spank !

"Thank you, ma'am. This b-bitch needs xvii Thomas More spankings,"she sobbed.
"wrong !"I smacked her ass with my unembellished hand. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the beginning. You do n't get to skip ahead."

pass !

"Thank you, brothel keeper,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This squawk needs 19 to a greater extent spankings."

"Good job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her entrust buttock, landing a nice blow."Thank you, Madam !"she gasped."This beef needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her cheeks jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the alliance. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery pilus and background the striver 's face into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood of juices down my thighs.

I would require relief when I finished.

Crack ! Smack ! Crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. Tears ran down her face, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's tears triggering a herculean orgasm, tossing her head, framed by fatal ringlets.

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

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

"Thank you, Madam ! This cunt needs two Sir Thomas More spankings !"

The ache in my clit burned, beckoning for my fingers to provided soothing relief.

"Thank you, Madam ! This bitch needs one Thomas More spanking !"

I wanted to rub my cunt on her burning ass.

Crack !

I lifted my skirt, exposing my shaved pussy. Gardenia cried in pain as I rubbed my kitty-cat on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my ivory into her pliant chassis, smearing my juices, an ointment to soothe her burning as she soothed mine."divinity yes !"My pussy contracted, cream squirting out as my body thrashed in passionateness. My head threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my organic structure as I straightened my bird. I glanced back at Diane and found her working at her desk, Annie curled into a ball on the floor beside her stroking her pussy and biting her teeth to keep back from loudly moaning.

"free people her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The female child wiped her tears from her narrow face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still wide of rebelliousness. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking workbench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"Good,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a public figure for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, gentlewoman,"she answered.

I hooked the trinity to her collar."How do bitches walk, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another XX spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the III so she looked at me."Then do my question, Cuntlapper."

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

I nodded my head and waited, staring fixedly at her. She wilted, swallowed, and knelt on the story.

"goodness miss,"I cooed and petted her hair."Let 's go beef ! Back to the doghouse. Cuntlapper, just fall out Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her human knee not used to moving across rough surface and she kept wincing. My optic were fixed to her dark, fortunate ass, so cunning as it swayed between my other two bitches. She would need a tail assembly, and that brought a smile to my mouth. I loved breaking in a new slave 's cocksucker. It was so much fun.

By the time we reached the kennels, I was grounding my tooth and wishing I had a harvest. A few movie of a whip on her bid ass would propel her to stay fresh up the pace. The new kick looked into the cage, the belittled elbow room pairs of beef and pony-girls lived in. near were occupied with pairs relaxing in their free time, playing game or watching television or making 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 sexual toys : dildos, buttocks nag, clamps, restraints, party whip, boat paddle, gags, goon, vibrators, I chained her deuce-ace to a post in the center while Akane and Jordan found prosperous smear to snuggle on the floor.

"Which plug should we startle with ?"I mused out loud, my fingers running across tapered, dim plastic, dog white tie and tails hanging from the wide end. I hefted a thickheaded one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her eyes widened in shock and she did n't resolve me.

"I asked you a question, kick !"

"No, Madam,"she squeaked in fright, her eyes flicking to the paddles.

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

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Nipponese kick crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her behind."On your hand and knees, cunt !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

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

Wincing, Cuntlapper spread apart her burning ass-cheeks, exposing a brown sphincter. Akane licked her chops, then buried her font in the Black bitch 's ass. Her centre widened as Akane tongued her sphincter, then a smile appeared on her face and she purred.

"You like that, grouse ?"I asked, standing in strawman of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white dress trimmed with amber. My one shot, dusky chest popped complimentary and I stroked a gruelling, dark nipple.

"Yes, gentlewoman,"she moaned.

My wearing apparel slipped to the floor and her middle fell upon my naked breaking ball."time to put your oral cavity its proper use."

"I 'm disconsolate, Madam ?"
"What 's your public figure, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my fancy woman arousal. Her clapper was wonderful. Agile, flitting light as a feathering across my labia, brushing my clit. flicker flew inside me and my head threw back and a low, purring groan escaped my sass. I gathered a handful of her voluminous, silky hair and background my pussy into her skilled lips.

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

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

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A tool blossomed from Akane 's crotch, her clit transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the head darkness pink and weeping clear pre-cum. I made sure as shooting I had a commodity clasp in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Japanese kick mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new hard worker 's ass.

She screamed into my clit, humming through my little pearl. The tinder caught inside me, my passion blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the kick face through my cunt. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting severely and slow, breaking her ass in.

"roll in the hay the bitch !"I gasped."Make her cum on your cock !"

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

Another climax burned through me. I loved watching a bitch get degraded. Breaking her down until she was fix to serve, bore to delight. Her tongue speared into me, her moans no longer full of pain.

"I think she likes my dick. Squeeze that mother fucker. body of work those pelvic girdle. That 's a secure bitch !"

My branch felt weak, but I had one finally thing to do. She tried to pull away as my piss shot into her mouth. I held on tight and Akane 's thrusts 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 storey. Her center shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. pleasure. ecstasy. warmth. electrical energy. whizz overpowered me. My muscular tissue contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my soundbox trembled in pocket-size aftershocks.

Her side was a stack. Tears ran out of her eyes, pussy cream and weewee decorated her font. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her hairsbreadth and shoved her human face down into the piss."salt lick it up, bitch !"

Her lingua lapped across the concrete base then moaned, her consistency trembling. The humiliation and shame desegregate with the pleasure and pain. Confusion and luxuria warred in her expression 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 pleasure as she unloaded cum in her ass. I grabbed a 3"butt-plug as Akane pumped the final few fourth dimension, 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 beef !"I smiled.

June 8th, 2052 - Sarai Saqqaf - Delhi, territorial dominion of sou'-east Asia

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's oral cavity. The beef 's training was complete and she did n't need to be held in station to accept her schoolma'am 's weewee. She gladly drank the peeing. When the stream died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

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

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

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

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

"I do, mistress,"Cuntlapper smiled."I 'm your bitch."

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

Tears glistened in her oculus."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 dainty reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."Dogs sleep on the foot of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our feet, her coffee skin stark against the lily-white comforter.

"So what is my payoff ?"I asked.

"Sit on my face and I 'll make you howl, Sarai."

I beamed."You always do, even after twoscore years. ”