1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 11: Sally, The Gift


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Male/Female, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    marry, and that made people a lot happier. The assessments were always right, the Gods said so. It must have been so complicated in the past when you had to make all those decisions for yourself. “Do you ever talk?” Penny asked me after sitting me down in a small cabin that contained a narrow bed and small, makeup table and chair. “I have not received permission to speak, Mistress,” I answered. Penny snorted a laugh. “We're slaves, you can speak to us. Besides, Master and Mistress don't mind if we have a free tongue.” “Some of us have too free tongues,” sniffed Mercedes. Penny waggled her tongue at her. “I'll show you just how free it can be tonight.” An excited twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes. “May I ask a question, Miss Penny?” “Of course, sugar,” Penny rolled her eyes. “And it's Penny. We'll be gettin' to know each other real well.” “Mercedes said my hair is the wrong color?” “Who do we look like?” Penny asked, unbuttoning her dress. Mercedes sighed and pulled her dress over her head revealing her naked body. Both women's pubic hair had been sculpted into a fiery heart above their slits. “You appear similar to the Goddess,” I realized, seeing a matching fiery heart on Penny's pubic mound. “Our Mistress, Alice, loves the Goddess dearly,” Mercedes explained. “She once had an affair with her and still loves her. We're proxies.” “Plus Master's jealous of Mary,” Penny continued. “He gets off on using us.” I noticed pale bruises on both of their breasts—bite marks. I ...
    received similar bruises during my training. The Theocracy's law said a slave could be bruised and welted, so long as no blood was drawn or bones broken. I knew it was a possibility to end up owned by a Master or Mistress that enjoyed inflicting pain. “And who is missing?” “Mistress,” sighed Penny. “She's run off with one of her lovers. She does it every few years. Master buys a new slave as a gift for her to bring her back.” Over the next few hours, the girls used strange devices on me invented by the Holy Vizier. They didn't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my hair color. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and small specks burned all across my cheeks and bosom as freckles blossomed. They smeared a cream on my pussy and a thick, red bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a matching heart to the Goddess. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how close my body shape was to the Goddess. I had the same curves, the same general bust size, and the same, heart-shaped face. I could pass for one of her sisters now. “Let's take you to Master,” Mercedes said, nodding in satisfaction their work. “And don't fret. He only hurts us when she's missing. He let's his passions get out of control. Now that he knows where she is, he won't be so rough.” “I received rough treatment during my schooling,” I answered. “Belleramine Academy prepares its girls for a life as a BDSM slave.” As we walked through plane to the cabin at the back, ...
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