The hellion 's Pact Slave account
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sarai : ma'am of the Kennels

promissory note : Sarai had always been a submissive tribade and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's accord Slave chronicle 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for beta reading this.

"The disobedience of sis Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's consternation. 'If she continues in her rebelliousness of my will care an unthankful beast, then I shall treat her like one .'So the sustenance God placed a collar about her throat, dog ears upon her headspring, and inserted a tush fire hydrant into her rectum adorned with a dog 's rear. Then, offering his script to his Goddess, he walked Sister Cuntrag like a bitch and forced her to perform many humiliating acts. The will of Sister Cuntrag was finally bent to our immortal, and she submitted.

'Make of me your slut ,'she begged, and was transformed from the repelling Nun who dared oppose our Supreme Being into Karen, the holy place loose woman, by merit of our graven image'beloved and compassion."
—Gospel of April 14:34-37

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

I contemplated my favorite enactment of the gospel truth of April as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karenic that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the finest marble and captured the Holy Slut 's beautiful countenance. Every time I stared at it, I remembered our passionate affaire that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the epithet babe Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the first char to ever master me. She took my maidenhead in the lav of Delta airplane flying from boodle to SeaTac. I had been a stewardess then. Karen taught me to accept that I was a lesbian and forget my misguided, Muslim beliefs.

And then I met Diane at this hot club in my home base town of Tacoma, the Clam underwater diver. She realized what I was, a subservient looking to be dominated, and that good afternoon in her apartment, she made me her slave while Via watched.

Diane rose high in the Theocracy. Her friendly relationship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of Southeast Asia. My lover collected early slave over the years. limited women trained by me to please her. All were whoreson girl of the God gull. I followed the commandment of the evangel, and broke each young lady to my Mistresses desire.

"lady,"a blue voice whispered.

I turned to the two dog house slaves kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and devour dark hair, and Akane Mirai, almond eyes and porcelain face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal cunt, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my fast service. They wore dog collars about their neck ; headbands with dog ears on their drumhead, and butt against stopple adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like Holy Karen.

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

"Mistress commands your presence at the mansion, dame,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my thigh. They were my favorite slave, some of the right I ever trained. I gathered their tether, and they crawled before me, their precious asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the big Church, worshipers and clergy bowed to me.

exterior, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my rickshaw. They were trot fille, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair long, falling down their naked backs. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the ricksha. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned roll in the hay.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The interfering streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her handmaiden used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, political science workers in gray-headed suits and ties, nurse in red scrubs and Doctor of the Church in blue. Everyone was happy. It was the immortal final examination teaching :"breakthrough fulfillment and joy in whatever job, spouse, or menage the Theocracy selects for you."

The only actual choice a person made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful young woman or handsome Whitney Young man was allowed that choice. Sex slaves were the symbolic representation of position. If you worked toilsome at your job and rose mellow, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My jigger made good time with encouragement from my party whip licking their cute buns. They had a nice luster of sweat on their tanned hide. Both were blonde, their hair's-breadth lightened by decennium in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girls were Diane 's earliest collections.

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

"Thank you, Madam,"Lily smiled. I gave her a osculation on the mouth and allowed my script to fondle her bottom.

"You two have earned an good afternoon of delight,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a breeding pair, and had two daughter that also served as ponies. Mistress allowed Lily to have a prick and she was summoning it the moment the fille were locked in their cell. I wanted to stay and watch the young lady make love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chairwoman. The bailiwick had her desk, shelf for Word, and one corner was given over to condition. A larrup bench with straps to hold down an unruly knuckle down sat before a pegboard from which hung a natural selection of whips, crop, and paddles.

One of the cat-girls licked her groundwork. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten auricle and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had small bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They did n't sleep in the kennel, instead the five of them would find a room and sleep in a pile of au naturel flesh.

Quietly standing in the recess behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned young woman. She had thick, curly, black fuzz that piled about her shoulder. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was eighteen, and she had a squeamish pair of round, plump titty and a curvy figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two bitches heeling me."You summoned me, schoolma'am ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My newest striver. I want her take aim as a bitch."

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

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

"Yes, ma'am,"I corrected."Fail to address me properly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to obey my bidding promptly, and you shall be disciplined. Fail to perform satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

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

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her head teacher. 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 gripe grasp.

They hauled the struggling miss, her bosom bouncing nicely. My bitches were impregnable, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and bent her over the operose wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the judiciary branch, then strapped her knees to the other side, spreading her wide spread out and giving me a good aspect at the tangled, black Dubya between her thighs.

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

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her fount between Diane 's second joint, 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 Mrs. Henry Wood. I gave it a golf shot, the air whistling through the holes.

Perfect. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

Crack !

"Holy bullshit !"Gardenia gasped.

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

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

Akane licked Gardenia 's face and whispered in her ear,"You should birth said, 'Thank you, Madam, this bitch needs nineteen Sir Thomas More spankings .'You count down, okay."

Smack ! Gardenia 's dark bottom 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 sass."Just let in what you are ... a gripe !"

Like salutary cop-bad cop from TV show and pic, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the appease striver.

Spank !

"Thank you, brothel keeper. This b-bitch needs seventeen more spankings,"she sobbed.
"Wrong !"I smacked her ass with my bare handwriting. Her redress asscheek glowed red."You start the enumeration at the beginning. You do n't get to skip ahead."

cracking !

"Thank you, dame,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This bitch needs nineteen more spankings."

"commodity job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left cheek, landing a courteous blow."Thank you, Madam !"she gasped."This gripe needs ... uh ... eighteen more spankings !"

My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her nerve jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the bonds. Gardenia sobbed her reckoning, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery tomentum and ground the striver 's typeface into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussycat was releasing a overflow of juice down my thighs.

I would need substitute when I finished.

Crack ! slap ! Crack !

Gardenia 's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. split ran down her fount, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia 's tears triggering a powerful sexual climax, tossing her oral sex, framed by inglorious ringlets.

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

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

"Thank you, Madam ! This squawk needs two more than spankings !"

The aching in my clit burned, beckoning for my fingers to provide soothing relief.

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

I wanted to rub my cunt on her electrocution ass.

crack cocaine !

I lifted my dame, exposing my plane pussy. Gardenia cried in pain as I rubbed my puss on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant material body, smearing my juice, an ointment to soothe her electrocution as she soothed mine."Gods yes !"My kitty-cat contracted, emollient squirting out as my trunk thrashed in passion. My drumhead threw back and I stared sightless at the roof as raptus engulfed me.

I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my body as I straightened my annulus. I glanced back at Diane and found her workings at her desk, Annie curled into a globe on the floor beside her stroking her kitty and biting her teeth to keep from loudly moaning.

"Free her,"I commanded.

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

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

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

I hooked the tercet to her collar."How do kick take the air, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another twenty spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

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

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

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

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

She slowly crawled, her articulatio genus not used to moving across rough surfaces and she kept wincing. My eye were fixed to her wickedness, blushful ass, so cute as it swayed between my other two bitches. She would need a tail, and that brought a smiling to my sass. I loved breaking in a new hard worker 's asshole. It was so much fun.

By the prison term we reached the kennel, I was grounding my teeth and wishing I had a harvest. A few flicks of a whip on her tender ass would motivate her to keep up the pace. The new gripe looked into the cages, the belittled rooms pairs of bitch and pony-girls lived in. near were occupied with pairs relaxing in their unloosen time, playing games or watching TV or making love. All of them were daughter or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the provision bar, the wall covered with all variety of sexual miniature : dildos, bottom plugs, clamps, restraints, party whip, paddle, gags, hoods, vibrators, I chained her troika to a station in the center while Akane and Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan found well-off spot to cuddle on the floor.

"Which hype should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my fingers running across tapered, blackamoor plastic, dog nates hanging from the spacious end. I hefted a thick one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"I asked you a enquiry, gripe !"

"No, dame,"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 inches at its widest."Your ass would be stretched open with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese bitch crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her bottom."On your hands and knees, bitch !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

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

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

"You like that, gripe ?"I asked, standing in front of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, ovalbumin dress trimmed with atomic number 79. My daily round, dusky boob popped free and I stroked a hard, dark nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

My dress slipped to the floor and her eye fell upon my bare curved shape."Time to put your mouth its proper use."

"I 'm meritless, Madam ?"
"What 's your gens, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart arousal. Her tongue was wonderful. Agile, flitting brightness level as a plumage across my labia, brushing my clit. light flew inside me and my pass threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my rim. I gathered a smattering of her voluminous, silky hair and ground my snatch into her skilled lips.

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

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

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A cock blossomed from Akane 's crotch, her button transformed by the Shophkah spell. Thin and long, the chief dark garden pink and weeping percipient pre-cum. I made sure I had a good grip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Nipponese bitch mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new striver 's ass.

She screamed into my clit, humming through my piffling ivory. The tinder caught inside me, my mania blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the kick face through my cunt. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting hard and easy, breaking her ass in.

"Fuck the cunt !"I gasped."make her cum on your cock !"

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

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

"I think she likes my cock. hug that motherfucker. Work those hips. That 's a proficient bitch !"

My wooden leg felt debile, but I had one death thing to do. She tried to rend away as my piss snapshot into her mouth. I held on tight and Akane 's thrusts drove her face back into my twat. I sighed, pleasure tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid lily-livered leaked out of her mouth, dribbling onto the floor. Her optic shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. Pleasure. Rapture. rage. electrical energy. mavin overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my physical structure trembled in lowly aftershocks.

Her font was a mess. split ran out of her centre, pussy cream and water decorated her face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my forefront. I grabbed her hair and shoved her look down into the piss."Lick it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete level then moaned, her trunk trembling. The humiliation and shame mixed with the pleasance and pain. muddiness and lust warred in her case as she came despite the degrading handling. No, she came because of the degrading treatment.

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

"Oh, my god,"panted Cuntlapper.

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

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

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

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The squawk 's grooming was complete and she did n't need to be held in office to take on her fancy woman 's urine. She gladly drank the urine. When the current died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

"Thank you, schoolmistress,"Cuntlapper purred."This cunt enjoyed drinking your urine."

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

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

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

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

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

split glistened in her eyes."Thank you, give thanks 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 nice reward,"Diane promised me, then glanced at Gardenia."Dogs quietus on the foot of the bed."

"Oh, sorry, Mistress."Gardenia hopped on the bed and curled up at our animal foot, her coffee skin stark against the whitened comforter.

"So what is my payoff ?"I asked.

"Sit on my facial expression and I 'll make believe you howl, Sarai."

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