The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles
Chapter 13: Hikaru, The Perfect Slave

Copyright© 2014 by mypenname3000

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 13: Hikaru, The Perfect Slave - A series of vignettes about the slaves Mark and Mary have given to their friends and family. Many of these tales serve as epilogues for the various, minor characters.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mult   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Mind Control   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Hermaphrodite   Incest   Brother   Sister   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Spanking   Humiliation   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Orgy   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Sex Toys   Water Sports   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   Teacher/Student   Public Sex   School   Prostitution  

Note: Mark's friend Tom requested a Japanese teenager for his slave. 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, white, buttoned-down shirt tucked into a short, red-green tartan skirt. Loose, white socks clung to my ankles. Everyday, my master Tom would select one of a dozen different outfits for his slaves to wear from traditional Japanese school girl uniforms—the fuku—to nurse uniforms, waitresses, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim wear, and more. Kneeling like I was, the skirt had ridden up, exposing my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneeling behind me.

For forty-three years I had been Tom's first slave, the mistress of his harem, and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day my God found me in the bathroom at Rogers High School and gave me to this wonderful, stern man, I had been his slave. When I was bad, he disciplined me, when I was good he loved me—and disciplined me.

Thirty women belonged to him, all Japanese girls he had collected over the years that he had been the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria in the name of the Living Gods. In exchange for serving Mark and Mary, we were given eternal youth and beauty by them.

The rice door slid open and Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, looking tired. The last few months had been difficult. Somehow, Mark and Mary's control over the world was slipping. First, anti-Theocracy graffiti popped up on governmental buildings, then food stores were burned and infrastructure sabotaged, and now there were skirmishes with the bodyguards. Today, the bodyguards had killed three men and a woman.

"Good evening, Master," I greeted him, then the other slaves chorused their greeting in unison.

"Good evening, slaves," Tom simply greeted.

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

"Minami, Chiyoko, attend our Master," I ordered.

Two girls rose from the ranks of kneeling slaves, gracefully moving forward. Tom held out his arms and the two girls deftly undid his obi and slipped his kimono off his body. Chiyoko carefully folded it and walked off to put in the laundry basket while Minami knelt and took off Tom's sandals one by one, kissing his feet 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 Master. The rest are dismissed. Dinner will be in one hour."

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

The three I named—busty Yurika, who had the largest tits of all the slaves and looked so cute with her dainty glasses perched on her button nose; tan Mika with her honey-brown hair and full lips, and our daughter Miyoko—rose together. I was very proud of my daughter when she turned sixteen last 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 week later she was bound to Mark and her training as a slave began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom set in naked in his plush recliner. Yurika knelt before him and began massaging his right foot while Mika walked around the chair to stand behind it and massage his shoulders. Miyoko, her round eyes twinkling as she climbed into her father's lap. Our daughter was an exotic beauty—she inherited my Japanese looks but had Tom's round eyes which made her seem even more innocent.

"Oh, Master," she moaned as she sank her cunt onto his cock. Each slave knew just what position to take based on the order I called their names. "I love your cock 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 cock, exposing her light-olive toned ass for brief moments. I felt my own cunt moistening, my fingers itching to plunge between my thighs and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing cum.

I didn't. I was a perfect slave. My pleasure could wait—Tom's pleasure is what mattered.

The slaves ministrations eased the tension from Tom, his face relaxing into pleasure as he enjoyed Miyoko's cunt. Our daughter pumped her hips faster, her curly, black hair flying wildly about her white blouse covered shoulders. There was a tearing noise; Tom ripped Miyoko's blouse open, little buttons sent flying as he exposed her budding breasts, pale-yellow and topped with dark-brown nipples.

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

The fire 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 face composed as I warred with my desires. It had been a long time since I slipped up.

Three days tied up in a ball had been my punishment.

It had been wonderful. I was so helpless, so at Tom's mercy. If I didn't have so much responsibility these days, I would slip up again. Perhaps after things calmed down in a few months. I felt my facial muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

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

"No," Tom ordered.

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

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

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

"Oh, Master! Oh, my god! You are driving me crazy!"

"Good," he smiled. He grasped her hips and slammed her all the way down his cock. The muscles in his neck strained and his face contorted as he poured his cum deep into our daughter's youthful cunt.

"Thank you Master for you gift," Miyoko panted.

Tom kissed her gently, tenderly. "You didn'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 exposed breasts 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 ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. Her dark, thick bush was messy with Tom's cum and her pussy juices; a beautiful sight, and I didn't hesitate to bury my face into her forest and lick at her cunt.

"Oh, mother!" she gasped as my tongue scooped through her slit, gathering a mouthful of cum and honey. She had a tart, tangy flavor that was enhanced by salty spunk. My tongue flicked at her pearl, before diving back into her juicy hole. "Oh, mother! Oh, fuck! Oh, my Gods yes!"

She drowned me in her passion; a flood of juices poured down my cheeks and neck, soaking into my school blouse. Miyoko gasped and moaned, writhing her cunt on my face as her orgasm powerfully trembled through her.

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

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

"You did a good 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 Beijing," I told him.

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

"It'll be alright," I told him. "Mark and Mary have been through worst over the years. 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 start training the slaves in combat. You still have your sword."

I nodded.

During the Demon Wars Tom, four of his slaves, and I had learned to fight with the katana. Each of us had an enchanted blade given to us by Mark and made by his Vizier, Sam, and fought in many battles. "I will start wearing it again."

He relaxed, smiling. "Good." His hand slid down my thigh, between my legs, and probed at my still damp bush—unlike Mark, Tom liked his girls to have a thick, natural 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 fingers massage 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 a flood of passion; another thing Miyoko took after me. I held my Master, my love, as my body was whipped with the pleasure 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 close as any husband and wife.

Dinner was a simple affair. Tom wasn't one for complicated meals. Rice, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him food 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 snow on the ground in winter, the waters remained pleasantly hot. There was something beautiful about lounging in hot water and sipping sake while the snow fell around you.

The frolicking at dinner intensified in the bath. Slaves scrubbed each other's backs, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the girls were lovers. Some, like Yurika and Ruri, had been lovers for decades, others like Mika would have a fling every few years with a girl that always ended in tears and bitter recriminations.

I had Ruri and Ayame attend Tom, gently washing him and rinsing him in the side area. Ayame sucked his cock and shared his cum with Ruri. The horseplay and sex continued in the hot spring while I cuddled with Tom, sipping cold sake, enjoying the warmth of the 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 bedroom, a spacious room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji Restoration. One wall, however, was decorated with ropes, clamps, straps, and crops. All the tools necessary to discipline a bad slave. Tom's comment about no veterans sent more fearful chills through me. He was afraid of being attacked and wanted the three of us who knew how to fight to be free tonight.

"Mika," I answered.

When the tanned girl—her dyed hair a rich, honey-brown—entered the room, she did not tremble as she watched Tom hold a length of hemp rope. She knew why she was here and, like a good slave, was ready to receive her punishment.

 
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