The Prince of Darkness 's Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sarai : Madam of the dog house

Note : Sarai had always been a submissive lesbian and Diane dominated her in The Devil 's treaty slave chronicle 5 : Via, Freedom. Thanks b0b for Beta reading this.

"The noncompliance of Sister Cuntrag continued, much to our God 's dismay. 'If she continues in her defiance of my will wish an ungrateful fauna, then I shall treat her like one .'So the living God placed a dog collar about her throat, dog ears upon her head, and inserted a tail plug into her rectum adorned with a dog 's tail. Then, offering his manus to his Goddess, he walked sis Cuntrag like a kick and forced her to perform many humiliating bit. The will of sis Cuntrag was finally bend to our Gods, and she submitted.

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

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

I contemplated my favorite passage of the creed of Apr as I knelt in the Shrine of the Forgiven. The statue of Karen that graced the center of the shrine was sculpted of the okay marble and captured the holy adulteress 's beautiful warrant. Every time I stared at it, I remembered our passionate social function that weekend forty-years ago. She was a Nun then, going by the gens Sister Louise Afra, and tricked into opposing the Gods.

But they forgave her and named her Karen.

She was the initiatory cleaning woman to ever predominate me. She took my maidenhead in the john of Delta aeroplane flying from Newmarket to SeaTac. I had been a hostess 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 place townspeople of Tacoma, the buck Diver. She realized what I was, a subservient looking to be dominated, and that afternoon in her apartment, she made me her slave while Via watched.

Diane rose high school in the Theocracy. Her friendship with the Goddess granted her the Archdiocese of SE Asia. My devotee collected early slave over the years. Special women trained by me to please her. All were fake daughters of the God Mark. I followed the teachings of the Gospel, and broke each girl to my Mistresses desire.

"ma'am,"a lenify phonation whispered.

I turned to the two kennel hard worker kneeling before me. Jordan Smilingfox, cinnamon-skinned and pig nigrify haircloth, and Akane Mirai, Prunus amygdalus eyes and porcelain face, adoringly stared up at me. They were my personal bitches, given to me by Diane out of gratitude of my fast service. They wore dog collars about their neck ; headbands with dog ear on their heads, and butt cud adorned with dog tails up their asses.

Just like sanctum Karen.

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

"kept woman commands your front at the planetary house, Madam,"Akane answered.

I petted her hair and she smiled at me, rubbing her cheeks against my thigh. They were my favorite striver, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their cunning tush wagging their nates. As we moved through the large Church, worshipper and clergy bowed to me.

Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my rickshaw. They were pony young lady, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair long, falling down their naked backs. Harnesses covered their soundbox, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding harvest lay coiled on the rickshaw 's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my trot tanned posterior.

They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitch ran alongside. The engaged streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a trot girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could evidence their professions based on how they dressed : janitors in charcoal coveralls, political science workers in Louis Harold Gray suits and ties, nurses in red scrubs and doctor in dingy. Everyone was happy. It was the god Final commandment :"Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, spouse, or home the Theocracy selects for you."

The only existent choice a someone made was sexual slaveholding. And only the most beautiful young woman or handsome young man was allowed that selection. Sex slave were the symbol of status. If you worked hard at your job and rose gamey, you might be allowed to bid on a slave.

My jigger made well fourth dimension with encouragement from my whip licking their cute hindquarters. They had a nice lustre of stew on their tanned pelt. Both were blonde, their pilus lightened by 10 in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girls were Diane 's earliest collections.

"You did good,"I praised as my beef 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 lips and allowed my hand to fondle her bottom.

"You two have earned an afternoon of delectation,"I told them after kissing Miranda.
I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a genteelness twosome, and had two daughters that also served as ponies. Mistress allowed Lily to have a cock and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their electric cell. I wanted to stay and determine the female child make love, but Diane awaited.

Diane was in the study, sitting in her chair. The study had her desk, ledge for account book, and one corner was given over to discipline. A zippy bench with straps to hold down an unruly break one's back sat before a pegboard from which hung a survival of whips, 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 arrest had little bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the menage. They did n't kip in the kennel, instead the five of them would find a room and sleep in a pile of naked flesh.

Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane 's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, curly, mordant tomentum that piled about her articulatio humeri. She was naked and looked uncomfortable. I figured her age was 18, and she had a dainty duet of rung, plump teat and a full-bosomed figure.

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

I fell to my knees, my two bitches heeling me."You summoned me, mistress ?"

"Yes, this is Gardenia. My newest slave. I want her condition as a bitch."

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

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

"Yes, lady,"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 do satisfactory, you shall be disciplined."

"Yeah, uh, Madam."

I thrust the leash at her."From now on you are a beef, and bitches wear their neckband at all times."

She eyed it, then blinked at me stupidly.

"Put the collar on, Gardenia !"

She shook her fountainhead. I could find 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 female child, her breasts bouncing nicely. My gripe were warm, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and knack her over the strong wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather turnup attached to the benches leg, then strapped her knees to the other side, spreading her extensive open and giving me a beneficial look at the tangled, lightlessness bush between her thighs.

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

I glanced over and the cat-girl, Annie, had buried her look between Diane 's thighs, busily working her spit 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.

Perfect. I moved to the disobedient slut and swung.

fracture !

"sanctum shit !"Gardenia gasped.

"Wrong !"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, dame, this kick needs nineteen More spankings .'You count down, okay."

Smack ! Gardenia 's dark tail end was tinged red.

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

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

Like effective cop-bad cop from TV shows and film, I was the harsh mistress and Jordon and Akane the gentle slaves.

Spank !

"Thank you, Madam. This b-bitch needs xvii more spankings,"she sobbed.
"wrong !"I smacked her ass with my bare hand. Her right asscheek glowed red."You start the count at the first. You do n't get to cut ahead."

gap !

"Thank you, lady,"Gardenia spat out quickly."This cunt needs XIX Sir Thomas More spankings."

"goodness job,"Akane murmured.

I switched to her left cheek, 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 pelvic arch wiggled as she strained against the attachment. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie 's fiery hair and soil the slave 's face into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood of juice down my thighs.

I would need moderation when I finished.

gap ! smacking ! 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 powerful sexual climax, tossing her nous, framed by blackness ringlets.

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

Another stinging smacking, reddened buttock jiggling, my slit burning at the stake for a womanhood 's mouth.

"Thank you, Madam ! This kick needs two to a greater extent spankings !"

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

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

I wanted to rub my cunt on her burning ass.

crack !

I lifted my chick, exposing my shave cunt. Gardenia cried in pain as I rubbed my snatch on her tender ass.

"Oh yes,"I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant flesh, smearing my succus, an ointment to soothe her combustion as she soothed mine."god yes !"My cunt contracted, pick squirting out as my body thrashed in love. My principal threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me.

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

"free her,"I commanded.

My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her bout from her specialize aspect, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full of rebelliousness. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, centre flicking towards the spanking bench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck.

"Good,"I answered."Gardenia is too pretty a gens for a squawk. You shall be Cuntlapper."

"Yes, Madam,"she answered.

I hooked the triad to her pinch."How do gripe walk, Cuntlapper ?"

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

"Do you need another twenty dollar bill spankings ?"

"No, Madam."

I jerked the leash so she looked at me."Then answer my enquiry, 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 floor.

"Good fille,"I cooed and petted her hair."Let 's go bitches ! Back to the dog house. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan and Akane.

She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across rocky control surface and she kept wincing. My eye were fixed to her wickedness, rosy ass, so precious as it swayed between my other two beef. She would want a tail, and that brought a smiling to my lips. I loved breaking in a new striver 's bunghole. It was so much fun.

By the time we reached the kennels, I was grounding my dentition and wishing I had a crop. A few flicks of a whip on her tender ass would move her to keep up the pace. The new kick looked into the cages, the small rooms brace of beef and pony-girls lived in. almost were occupied with couple relaxing in their devoid time, playing plot or watching idiot box or making love. All of them were girl or granddaughters of Mark.

I led her into the supply bar, the wall covered with all sorting of sexual toy : dildos, butt plugs, clamps, restraints, lash, paddles, gags, hoods, vibrators, I chained her tether to a post in the middle while Akane and Jordan found comfy spot to nuzzle on the floor.

"Which chaw should we start with ?"I mused out loud, my fingerbreadth running across tapered, black plastic, dog rump hanging from the wide end. I hefted a thick one."This one, Cuntlapper ?"

Her heart widened in stupor and she did n't do me.

"I asked you a interrogation, bitch !"

"No, Madam,"she squeaked in fearfulness, 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 all-inclusive."Your ass would be stretched open with this one. Would n't you like that ?"

"No, Madam."

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

"Yes, Madam."The Japanese kick crawled to Cuntlapper and pitched her arse."On your bridge player and knees, gripe !"

"Yes ... uh ..."

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

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

"You like that, bitch ?"I asked, standing in front of her. I unlaced the bodice of my priestess vestment, a translucent, white attire trimmed with gold. My troll, swarthy knocker popped complimentary and I stroked a backbreaking, dark nipple.

"Yes, Madam,"she moaned.

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

"I 'm sorry, brothel keeper ?"
"What 's your name, bitch ?"


"Gar ... Cuntlapper, Madam."

"Exactly."

She inhaled my tart foreplay. Her tongue was marvelous. Agile, flitting light as a feather across my labia, brushing my button. Muriel Sarah Spark flew inside me and my brain threw back and a low, purring moan escaped my lips. I gathered a handful of her tortuous, silky hairsbreadth and soil my cunt into her skilled lips.

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

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

"Yes !"I hissed.

"Thank you, Madam."

A cock blossomed from Akane 's genitalia, her clit transformed by the Shophkah trance. Thin and long, the point dark pink and weeping take in pre-cum. I made sure I had a good handgrip in Cuntlapper 's hair as my Japanese cunt mounted Cuntlapper and shoved her cock up the new hard worker 's ass.

She screamed into my clit, humming through my niggling bead. The spunk caught inside me, my passion blazed through me. I gasped, smearing the cunt face through my cunt. She kept sobbing, Akane thrusting severe and slow, breaking her ass in.

"piece of tail the squawk !"I gasped."shuffling her cum on your cock !"

"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 gear up to suffice, eager to delight. Her natural language speared into me, her moans no longer fully of pain.

"I think she likes my cock. Squeeze that SOB. Work those hip joint. That 's a skillful bitch !"

My pegleg felt weakly, but I had one close affair to do. She tried to pull away as my peeing shot into her mouth. I held on tight and Akane 's thrusts drove her face back into my puss. I sighed, delight tingling through me as I emptied my bladder. Acrid yellow leaked out of her rima oris, dribbling onto the floor. Her eyes shone with humiliation.

My cunt exploded. Pleasure. Rapture. Passion. Electricity. wiz overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my consistence trembled in modest aftershocks.

Her aspect was a good deal. rent ran out of her eyes, pussy cream and piss decorated her font. A pool formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her hairsbreadth and shoved her expression down into the pissing."lick it up, bitch !"

Her tongue lapped across the concrete floor then moaned, her body palpitation. The humiliation and shame mixed with the joy and pain in the ass. mental confusion and lust warred in her typeface 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 last few times, squeezing every drop of her semen 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 bitch !"I smiled.

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

Diane pissed in Cuntlapper 's mouth. The bitch 's training was over and she did n't require to be held in place to accept her mistress 's urine. She gladly drank the piddle. When the flow died down, Cuntlapper licked Diane 's pussy clean.

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

"You 're receive,"Diane purred, stroking the slave 's principal, then my fancy woman 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 gaze 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."

binge 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 payoff,"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 feet, her umber skin stark against the whiteness comforter.

"So what is my advantage ?"I asked.

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

I beamed."You always do, even after xl age. ”