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The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Hikaru: the Perfect Slave Note: Mark's friend Tom requested a Japanese, young woman 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...

Part 2 Christine continued to show Serena around the school. Serena was glad she came to this school. It had all she needed and she could get. Christine held Serena’s hand as they walked to the next class, which was literature with Ms. Karen. Ms. Karen was a short woman with white blonde hair. She had on a black pencil skirt and a white ruffle blouse. “Hello Ms. Karen” Christine said as she closed the door. “Hello Christine. Who is this?” Ms. Karen said looking at Serena. Ms. Karen looked to proper and stern to be that kind of teacher, Serena...

The Futa's Mind-Controlling Panties Chapter Two: Futa's Mind-Controlled Family Fun By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Mildred Dean I stared at the woman who entered the Quick household like she belonged. She took two steps before she saw the debauchery before her. The debauchery my new abilities had unleashed. A shiver ran through me as I stared at the shock rippling across the woman's face. The features were so similar to Dianne Quick, the married mother cooing on the couch as she kneaded her eighteen-year-old daughter's small tits. Said daughter was the one whose deflowered...

Chapter Four Jason was lying on his back, spread eagle and howling in agony. Keeping him pinned to the ground were several strands of barbed wire, burrowing into his hands and feet like earthworms, while repeatedly surfacing only to dive back down. He could feel it all, every tearing slip of the metal blades severing veins and muscle cords, the splitting of his skin as they surfaced and submerged, and every drop of blood spraying from the shredded arteries. He had already lost so much blood, enough to die several times already, yet it still hissed from his ravaged body in...

On the morning of our third session, I woke up with a hard-on. That wasn't unusual, but today my whole groin seemed on alert. My dick was certainly on the lookout. I wondered what would go down today (besides some of us on the others.) I skipped the gym, I was afraid I'd get an erection in the locker room. I just went for a run instead. En route to Tom's house, I looked around the neighborhood. I didn't see anything unusual to speak of. A couple of cars I didn't recognize, but that's normal, residents have family and friends in...

A Prologue Coach Jacobs walked silently down the corridor at St. Adalbert’s Catholic high school. During class the halls were as silent as a ghost town, in contrast to the teeming hordes that would flood the space as soon as the bell would ring. The few students who were not in class would swiftly and quietly travel to their destination, usually an area which was designated for students to congregate. While passing an intersecting corridor, the coach noticed a student acting suspiciously. Coach Jacobs silently approached the student and just before reaching him, purposefully made some noise. The student whirled, startled...

I walked right by her noticing she had looked my way. I saw her outfit, how tight it was. The material clung to her full frame like second skin and that made me peek her way a second time. She continued her conversation playfully licking her lips and glancing my way.  I pretended not to see her as her hair swept her shoulder while her head nodded.  I don’t have time for any more hook-ups I thought heading to my seat. I just wanted to eat dinner in peace and contemplate this last hookup. I am so tired of men leaving...