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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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The Perfect Slave

June 6th, 2056 – Hikaru Hojou – Kyoto, Far East District

I knelt in my fuku: a plain, white, buttoned-down blouse 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, waitress outfits, goth-lolita, gym clothes, swim wear, and more. All the sexy, kinky delights he enjoyed seeing his harem of slave prancing around in.

I shuddered, knowing he would enjoy the sight today. In this pose, my skirt had ridden up and exposed my bare ass and pussy to the slave-girls kneeling behind me. It made me feel so naughty. Even after forty-three years.

Forty-three years…

It sometimes hit me how long we’d been together. I was Tom’s first slave, the mistress of his harem and the mother of his daughter. Ever since that wonderful day when the Living God, Mark Glassner, found me in the bathroom at Rogers Community College and gave me to this wonderful, stern man, I had been Tom’s 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’d collected over the years as he served the Living Gods as the Governor of the Far East. Tom ruled Japan, China, Korea, Siberia, and Manchuria for the Theocracy. In exchange for serving Mark and Mary, we were given eternal youth and beauty by being bound to the Gods. Tom looked the same as the day as I met him, and I was still that sexy, nineteen-year-old coed.

The rice door slid open. Tom entered dressed in a simple, coal-gray silk kimono, his youthful face weary, bags beneath his eyes. 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 outside our palace.

“Good evening, Master,” I greeted him, the other slaves chorused their greeting in unison after me.

“Good evening, slaves,” Tom greeted us, nodding his head, some of the strain melting from his face as he stared at us in our naughty outfits.

With the grace of a geisha, I rose to my feet and glided to my Master. I wore a smile on my face as I embraced him. I stared into his eyes before I kissed him with all my supportive love. I shuddered when his hands slipped down my back to cup my bare rump beneath my skirt. Such euphoria swept through me, the words of Mark echoing in the depths of my soul.

I loved Tom so much.

When he broke the kiss, I stepped back and clapped my hands, barking, “Minami, Chiyoko, attend our Master!”

Two girls rose from the ranks of kneeling slaves with the same innate grace as me. They sauntered through the others towards us, smiles on their faces, their schoolgirl-skirts swaying about their lush thighs. Tom held out his arms and the two girls deftly undid his obi, the cloth belt, and slipped his kimono off his body. Chiyoko carefully folded it and placed it in the laundry basket while Minami knelt and removed Tom’s sandals, kissing both his feet when she finished.

“What would you like first this evening, Master?” I asked with proper respect.

“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 in unison, their voices possessing that sing-song quality of a group of youthful schoolgirls.

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 Miyoko, my daughter with Tom who was almost a living reflection of me—rose together. I was very proud of Miyoko. When she turned eighteen last February, she bowed before her father and humbly asked to be one of his slaves.

“Nothing would make me happier,” Tom had answered before pulling her up and kissing her. A week later, she was bound to Mark, gaining her immortality, and her training as a slave began.

She was a fast learner.

Tom lowered his naked body to his plush recliner, a piece of furniture wholly at odds with the Japanese aesthetics of the rest of the room. But he liked merging his Western culture with the traditions of my nation.

Yurika knelt before him, her breasts jiggling in her crisp blouse, and massaged his right foot while Mika swayed around the chair to stand behind it. She massage his shoulders. Each slave knew just what position to take based on the order I called their names. He groaned, his dick swelling hard as they worked.

Miyoko, her round eyes twinkling, climbed onto 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 and doll-like.

I shuddered as she grasped her father’s cock, stroking it in her hand. She would give the most intimate massage to Tom.

“Oh, Master,” she moaned as she sank her cunt down his cock. “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. My cunt grew wet and hot. My fingers itched to plunge between my thighs and furiously rub at my clit until I brought about a mind-numbing orgasm.

I didn’t. I was a perfect slave. My pleasure could wait. Only Tom’s pleasure 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 hair flying wildly about her shoulders, the black strands dancing across the fabric of her white blouse.

Tom groaned, his eyes falling on our daughter’s chest. His hands moved. He seized her blouse and jerked. Cloth tore. Buttons popped off, bouncing off Tom’s muscular chest. He ripped her top open, exposing her budding pale-olive tits topped by dark-brown nipples.

He cupped her tits, squeezing them, his thumbs massaging her nipples. She squealed in delight as he feasted on the sight of her breasts. She arched her back, thrusting her little mounds at him as she rode his dick.

With a growl, he lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Miyu never missed a beat on massaging his shoulders, tracking his movement. Our daughter gasped, pleasure flickering across her face.

“Oh, yes, thank you, Master!” she moaned.

“Such beautiful tits,” he groaned.

“They’ll stay that way forever, Master,” I moaned, such lust swirling inside of me for my own flesh and blood.

The incestuous fire grew in my loins, demanding that I put it out with my fingers. I drew deep, almost meditative breaths against the ache while a cool bead of my pussy cream 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. My facial muscles twitch, wanting to smile.

“I love you Master!” Miyoko moaned as she suckled. “May I cum?”

“No,” Tom ordered.

Miyoko bit her lip, I could see her straining to hold off that delicious relief even as she pumped her juicy cunt on his cock. He nipped on her bud, making her gasp in delight. His toes curled while Yurika kept massaging his soles.

Tom’s hands gripped our daughter’s ass. He squeezed her pert cheeks. She gasped as he guided the rhythm of her fucking hips. He shifted them on his dick, taking charge of our daughter pleasing his dick.

She submitted like a good slave.

Such motherly pride swelled through the whorish lust surging through me. My pussy lips almost pulsed with my heartbeat, throbbing and aching. I needed to move. It was so wonderful to watch Miyoko please her father.

Our master.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he growled, his fingers digging into her butt-cheeks. “That’s it. You’re going to make me cum.”

“I want that so much, Master!” she moaned.

He grinned at her then his fingers spread her asscheeks. I groaned as I could just make out her brown hole winking between her butt-cheeks. His digits descended into her crack, sliding down to Her asshole. She shuddered as he circled her sphincter.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped when the thrust two into her asshole.

More pleasure twisted her face. She slammed down his cock while her head threw back. Her silky, black hair swayed as she shuddered. She rose up his cock, his fingers plundering in and out of her tight asshole.

“That’s so good!” she whimpered. “Please, Master, may I cum? You’re stirring up both my holes!”

“No!” he ordered, fucking his fingers in and out of her asshole.

“Oh, Master!” she gasped, her thighs flexing as she worked her tight pussy up and down his cock. “Oh, my god! You are driving me crazy!”

“Good,” he said and smiled.

His left hand seized her hips, large fingers wrapping about her slender waist. He slammed her all the way down his cock. The muscles in his neck strained and his face contorted. The way he grunted, the way he looked, alerted me to his pleasure.

He poured his cum deep into our daughter’s youthful cunt.

“Thank you, Master for you gift,” Miyoko moaned as she shuddered atop him, his fingers buried into her asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes!” he growled, his back arching. Every muscle in his face tensed for a moment. “Fuck, Miyoko.”

“You came so much, Master!” she whimpered. “I pleased you.”

“Yes, you did,” he said. His land hand seized a fistful of her silky hair. He pulled her head down, his lips capturing hers in a gentle, even tender, kiss.

I shivered, watching my daughter kiss her father. My pussy clenched. My fingers twitched. I wanted to masturbate so badly as I watched their incestuous passion. I wanted to share in this moment. I wanted to satiate my dripping cunt.

He broke the kiss and stared up into her eyes. “You didn’t cum?”

“No, Master.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “You didn’t give me permission.”

“Hikaru will attend to you,” Tom said. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you, Master!”

She whimpered as she climbed off of him, his fingers popping out of her asshole. She slipped off the chair, almost stepping on Yurika, who still massaged Tom’s feet. My daughter turned to face me. My eyes fell on her exposed breasts wet with Tom’s saliva. Two perfect, small mounds.

“Hikaru-sama, will you graciously pleasure me?” she asked, cum running down her pale-olive thighs.

“Of course, Miyo-tan,” I smiled, using my pet name for my daughter.

As I knelt before my daughter, matronly pride rippled through me. She didn’t cum despite all the ways Tom pleasured her. She was turning into a perfect slave. I would give her such pleasure as her reward.

She stared down at me with those round, Western eyes. Tom’s eyes. They were glassy with need, her entire body quivering. I seized her hips and pulled her close to me. I brought her dark, thick bush, messy with Tom’s cum and her pussy juices, to within a few inches of my face.

I drank in the sight of pearly jizz clinging to her silky strands and the tart, tangy flavor of her passion. A hunger rose inside of me. Despite how much I wanted to cum, I focused everything on my wonderful daughter.

I buried my face into her silky forest and licked her cunt.

“Oh, Mother!” she gasped as my tongue slid through her slit.

I scooped through her folds, gathering a mouthful of cum and her honey. She had a tart, tangy flavor that was enhanced by her father’s salty spunk. My tongue flicked at her pearl before diving back into her juicy hole.

I swirled around inside of her, searching for more and more of her cum. I rooted it out, wanting to enjoy every drop of her father’s cum. The incestuous mix poured into my mouth. It was such a naughty, delicious treat that had me almost swooning in delight.

My eyes fluttered as my tongue attacked the mess. I stared up at her as she shifted, her small tits jiggling. I loved the pleasure I witnessed flickering across her face. I gave her that joy. I made her feel this good.

“Oh, Mother, yes!” she moaned, her eyes fluttering. “Oh, my Gods yes, you’re going to make me cum! I’m so excited! Father… Mother brought me to the brink!”

“Drown your mother in your cream,” Tom ordered, watching us.

“Yes, Master!” she howled.

Like a good slave, she obeyed her master.

She drowned me in her passion.

A flood of juices gushed out of her as she came. I reveled in it. The tart and tangy cream overflowed my mouth in moments. It down my cheeks to my neck. She squirted so much as she cried out in rapture that she drenched the top of my blouse.

Miyoko gasped and moaned, grinding her cunt on my face as her orgasm shuddered through her. I loved it. Such motherly joy burst in my heart even as my cunt ached for the same rapture. I groaned into her snatch, licking up all her cream I could.

“Thank you, Hikaru-sama, for your gift,” panted Miyoko as she shook her head. She stepped back, pulling her tasty pussy away. “That was wonderful.”

“You’re welcome, my daughter,” I answered her as I rose. I cupped her face and pulled her in for a kiss.

She whimpered against me, tasting her own passion on my mouth. My tongue danced with hers, caressing her lips as I loved my daughter. My nipples throbbed against my blouse, feeling her naked tits through the thin material.

“You did a good job training her, Hikaru,” Tom said.

I broke the kiss and turned to Tom. “I am glad I pleased you, Master.

He nodded his head, his eyes closed as he enjoyed his massage. He patted his lap. In moments, I was slipping onto his naked flesh, feeling his half-hard dick, soaked by our daughter’s pussy, rub into my naked rump. His arms wrapped around me.

I smiled, loving being held in his strong arms.

“There was another protest in Beijing,” I told him after a moment.

Tom grunted. “I know. I helped question several prisoners that were captured. Their auras were silver. Someone freed them from Mark’s control. That confirms a nun’s interference.”

A nun… After all this time. Fear clenched my belly.

“It’ll be alright,” I said. “Mark and Mary have been through worse over the years. This is hardly as bad as the Demon Wars.”

“We had soldiers then.” His eyes opened and found mine; fear flickered in his depths.

It struck me like a gong, unease ringing through my stomach.

“You still have your sword?” he asked.

I nodded. “You know I do, Master. I will start wearing it again.”

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. The six of us fought in many battles.

“Tomorrow, I want you to start training the slaves in combat,” he ordered, voice hard.

“I will.”

The tension relaxed out of him while his dick twitched. “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. As horny as I was, it didn’t take much. His strong digit massaged my bud in fast circles. The sparks shot through me, bringing me closer and closer to erupting.

I squirmed on him, rubbing my rump on his cock. My heart pounded. Such joy surged through me. This was incredible. I loved it when Tom pleased me. I was so glad I was his slave. My daughter watched her father reward me.

“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.

Juices gushed out of me, a flood of passion. I squirted so much, another thing Miyoko took after me. My cream bathed his cock while the rapture swept through my mind. I swayed and gasped, my eyes fluttering, my toes curling.

It was such a wonderful moment. I held my Master, my love, as my body was whipped by pleasures stirred by his finger. He kept massaging me. My cunt kept spasming, pleasure rippling through me again and again.

I whimpered, my pleasure peaking. I hung there for a wondrous heartbeat, floating on ecstasy, held by my Master. The I came crashing down, slumping into his arms. I whimpered as he held me, stroking my hair.

“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.

After I recovered, I set about attending to the rest of the evening. Tom wanted dinner next, so I saw to it. Like most of our meals, it was a simple affair. Tom wasn’t one for complicated courses. Rice, beef sashimi, and 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 during dinner intensified in the bath. Slaves scrubbed each other’s backs, which often led to more intimate caresses. Many of the girls had formed relationships. 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 a few months of 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 after the bath. “No veterans.”

We were standing in his bedroom, a spacious room appointed with erotic woodcuts from the Meiji Restoration. Samurai and geisha’s doing such naughty acts. Some were almost two-hundred years old. They always made me smile, reminding me that sex was nothing new. My generation didn’t invent all that kinky fun. Humans had been doing naughty things for thousands of years.

There was an Etruscan tomb that was over two thousand years old showing a man spanking a naked woman.

That thought drew my eyes to the final wall that 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 a moment later, drying up my amusement.

He feared being attacked.

“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.

“Strip,” he commanded.

“Yes Master,” she said.

With deft skill, she stripped out of her fuku, fingers working buttons, her skirt coming unzipped. She stood naked before him in less than a minute, revealing the pale flesh beneath. She had strange tan lines. They didn’t come from a bikini, but a one-piece bathing suit, the type traditionally worn by Japanese schoolgirl for PE. Her bush was a mat of thick, black hair that completely hid her pussy, droplets of arousal clinging to the silky curls.

I smiled as Tom took her in hand. He had done this so many times. He bent Mika into a ball, his rope wrapping about her, binding her head so it was trapped between her knees with her ass thrust up into the air. The ropes crisscrossed her body in a beautiful web of knots and geometric designs. Soon, she was trussed up, looking so delicious.

Shibari, Japanese rope bondage, was a work of art.

“What should I use on you?” Tom asked her.

“The switch, Master,” Mika answered. “It is what I deserve.”

Tom smiled as he pulled down the supple, thin wood from the wall. He swished it through the air, testing it. His cock thrust hard before him. He was eager to discipline the naughty slut. I ached to watch it. he drew back. Swung.

CRACK!

The switch left a thin, red welt on her pale ass.

“One, thank you, Master,” Mika moaned, lusting burning in her voice.

CRACK!

A second red welt appeared, a line of fire raging across her cute rump.

“Two, thank you, Master!”

By the fourth strike, more than just droplets of her cream adorned her bush; she had soaked her pubic hair in her passion. She trembled, her ass welted. Each stripe made my own rear clench in sympathy.

SMACK!

The fifth stroke landed on her fur-covered cunt. Mika yelped in pain, the ropes binding her creaking as she bucked. A dizzy wave of envy washed through me. I licked my lips, almost swooning in suppressed delight, envying her so much.

What a treat it would be to be in her place. I wished I could be naughty right now.

“Five, thank you, Master!” She moaned after she gathered herself from the shock. Strain had raised her voice in pitch.

CRACK!

The next blow landed on her ass. Then her upper thighs. She gasped and moaned, struggling against the bounds. Then, every few times, he would whack her cunt with the switch, flicking it just right to kiss her pussy lips through her furred muff.

SMACK!

“Eleven, thank you, Master!”

Tom’s cock twitched and throbbed before him, the tip angry red. Precum dripped from it. More and more flowed as he disciplined his slave. Her every cry and grunt appeared to inflame his lust. I wanted to fall to my knees and suck him off.

I wanted to masturbate.

Her tart arousal perfumed the air. Every strike brought her closing to cumming, but she wouldn’t. Mika knew better than to cum without Tom’s permission. This wasn’t the bath. I inhaled her hot pussy Tom flicked the switch across her asscheeks again.

CRACK!

“Twenty-five, thank you, Master!”

As he approached, the thirtieth stroke, Mika’s ass was a mass of red welts, almost none of her pale-olive flesh visible. Mika would be sitting gingerly for a week after tonight. A constant reminder of her bad behavior.

SMACK!

“Thirty, thank you, Master!” she gasped, the ropes straining, the switch pulling away from her disciplined cunt.

“Candle,” Tom commanded.

“Yes, Master,” I said. I opened a chest and produced a beeswax candle and a special holder for it. One end was normal, the cup to hold the candle’s base, but the other end was a tapered cone; a thick butt plug.

I knelt behind the girl’s inflamed ass. Tom’s cock hovered near my lips, so powerful, begging me to open my mouth and suck it in. He didn’t give that command. I had others to follow. I pressed the conical end of the butt plug against Mika’s asshole.

I thrust it into her bowels hard.

She groaned as her asshole expanded and expanded to swallowed the tapered holder. She whimpered, taking the unlubed cone. It would hurt, which would only increase her pleasure. Her tart musk filled my nose. That heady scent left me dizzy and aching to eat her out.

I didn’t do that, either. Instead, I inserted the candle and lit it. Soon molten wax would run down the candle, just hot enough to sting her but not hot enough to harm her. Some of it would trickle all the way down to her pussy, increasing the agony Mika had to endure without cumming.

I loved this treatment and wished our positions were swapped. I shuddered, remembering the treat of hot wax burning deliciously as it ran down my body, slowly cooling and hardening on my skin. Bound in the ball, couldn’t move, just endure it. I would have all night to feel helpless and horny, aching to be touched by my Master. In the morning, there would be sticky mess between my thighs. It was so hard not to cum as Tom would rip the wax out, tearing chunks of pubic hair with it. Finally, after enduring all of that, he would shove his cock into my pussy. It would be wonderful, but I couldn’t cum.

He would still be punishing me.

After Tom had spilled his cum in me, he would untie me and, after hours of torment, I would finally be free of my bondage. But not his torment. By then, my bladder would be achingly full while my pussy would be molten, desperate to cum and full of his spunk.

“May I relieve my bladder?” I would ask him. Sometimes he would let me, but if he had the time, he’d make me stand there, straining to hold in my urine while he worked on something at his desk until I lost control and shamefully wet myself.

Not even I could stop myself from cumming when that happened.

By then Tom would be ready to fuck again. He would make me kneel down and degrade myself by licking up the puddle of piss I left on the stone floor while he fucked my cunt hard from behind, ramming in and out of my disgusting cunt still writhing from the power of my orgasm.

“Dirty whore!” he would growl. “You’re just a filthy animal with no self-control! A bitch!” The piss would be acrid on my tongue. He would shove my face down it in, smearing my hair through the filthy puddle like the disgusting bitch I was.

I longed for being punished again. Damn these dissidents for causing problems and denying me such passion.

“Who else has been bad?” Tom asked, snapping me out of my fond memories. He must be stressed if he felt the need to discipline another slave.

As I was about to open my mouth when a detonation rumbled from outside. Fireworks? Was there a festival today? There were many festivals in Japan. We were a hard working people and took any excuse to blow off steam and have a holiday or party.

I frowned. There were more popping explosions, but they didn’t sound like fireworks.

“Get the swords,” Tom growled.

Adrenaline surged through me. Those pops were gunshots. The bodyguard’s Mark sent us were fighting someone.

“Free her,” I snapped at Miyoko. “Then you and Mika lead the rest of the girls out the escape tunnel.” Fear shone in my daughter’s eyes, terror clutching her limbs with its icy grasp. “Now!” I barked.

Tom and I raced to the armory. Yurika and Ruri were already there arming themselves. Ruri was naked, strapping her sword to her nude waist before drawing the curved, enchanted blade from its lacquered sheath. Yurika still wore her fuku, her huge breasts straining the sailor-style blouse, her eyes fierce behind her glasses.

“Master,” she said, tossing him his katana.

Natsuki was breathing hard when she burst in wearing a short silk kimono robe—black and decorated with pink cherry blossoms—a look of alarm on her face. “Hundreds of peasants are attacking the gate. The bodyguards are about to be overwhelmed.”

“Get to the escape tunnel!” Tom barked, his face grim.

I strapped on my sword around my waist, waiting for my orders. My heart thundered beneath my breasts as memories of the Demon Wars flooded my mind. Images I had struggled to forget, to leave in the past, drowned me. The day Usako was ripped in half by a demon made of shadows in Cairo while fighting the Hadad. The time I was almost gored and only saved because Tom and Minami leapt in front of me and drove the monster off. The sad memory of Minami choking on her blood, a demon’s spine shoved through her chest while Ruri and I vainly tried to get her to Mary so she could be healed.

I drew my katana with a steely rasp, light gleaming on the rippling, enchanted steel. The sound sent a relaxing chill through me. My heartbeat slowed. The memories faded as my training bled through me.

Last, we each donned on a bronze amulet. Did the enchantments still work after thirty years of lying in the armory? Outside, the angry shouts swelled. A mob had descended on our palace. I didn’t hear any more gunshots.

The bodyguards had fallen.

“We fight our way to the escape tunnel,” Tom ordered.

“Yes, Master,” we answered.

We never made it. The attackers had already breached the mansion and cut us off. They flooded through our home, angry and shouting for our blood. They destroyed everything the came across. Beautiful paintings and works of calligraphy were ripped from the walls. Statues cast down to shatter and vase smashed against the stone floors.

In tight corridors we fought the peasants, splashing blood on the rice paper walls. Never had my blade tasted a human’s flesh. I forced down the part of my mind that rebelled at the carnage done. I needed to survive—to protect Tom, my daughter, all the other slaves.

So I slashed. I hacked.

I killed.

The attackers had guns; blue nimbi erupted around us every time one of the bullets would have found our flesh. My bronze amulet grew warmer and warmer, a sign the protective enchantment was flagging, reaching its limit.

Ruri was the first to die; her perfect breasts marred by a ragged hole.

We were being driven back to the armory. There were too many of them and they were heedless of their deaths. We only still lived because of the tight quarters kept them from swarming us. Defenseless Natsuki was pulled down, bludgeoned by the butts of rifles. Yurika failed to parry a crowbar, her ribs breaking; she dropped in a heap.

I pressed my back against Tom’s. We were cut off, surrounded.

“I love you, Tom-dono,” I said, suddenly calm. Death had come for us. There was nothing left to fear.

“I should have freed you,” Tom answered. “You were the only one that was forced to be my slave.”

“Then I wouldn’t be your slave.”

Death walked to me. He was a stranger, a man clad in gold armor—a Monk. My sword broke on his armor. His dagger pierced my heart.

I fell into darkness; an eternity of weightless falling into the earth, through the earth, deeper and deeper. Into the Abyss. I landed in gray fog. Figures moved, shadows dancing in the writhing mist, growing larger and larger as they neared.

I was in the Shadows, the highest layer of Hell. Here, all those bound to Mark and Mary waited in death, our souls chained to them. Many bodyguards stood here, along with a few of the sluts and other servants. They nodded to me.

“Hikaru!”

Ruri, Yurika, Natsuki stepped out of the mist to greet me. And with them were two old friends: Usako and Minami. The six of us embraced, reunited with our long-dead sisters. I could see other forms in the darkness. A blonde woman, beautiful and fierce, welcoming the fallen bodyguards.

“Usako, Minami,” Tom’s voice said from behind us, his voice quivering

“Master,” Minami breathed. Smiling, she fell to her knees. “Even in death, we serve.”

Usako prostrated herself. “What do you wish of us?”

“To hug you,” Tom said, tears in his eyes. “You were missed.”

As our Master was reunited with his slaves, I noticed more and more figures appearing in the mist. More bodyguards arrived. I didn’t recognize many of them. They were assigned to other parts of the world. Beth and Aurora, the Bishopresses of the Far East, stepped out of the mist along with their servants; Tom’s old friend Chris and his busty harem materialized; hairy Quatch and his sister-wife; skinny Karl and his slave Julie. Everywhere I looked more Governors of the Theocracy and Bishops of the Church appeared.

“They attacked us everywhere,” I whispered in horror.

Tom looked up from his reunion with Usako and Minami, blinking in surprise. “How did this happen?”

“We had thirty years of peace,” I answered. “Thirty years to grow soft. To grow lax.”

I felt something tug at me, a black chain about my soul yanking me down deeper into the darkness of the Abyss.

I was summoned by my true masters—Mark and Mary. We had sold our souls for eternal youth and power, to stay with those we loved for as long as we could. Now we paid the price.

The darkness gave way to heat, to fire, to the anguished screams of the damned. I stood on blood-red rocks, heat slamming into me, suffocating me. Hundreds materialized on the hill around me, all those who sold their souls to Mark and Mary. Our Living Gods stood at the summit, magnificent, beautiful, powerful amid the terrifying landscape.

The ranks of the bodyguards knelt before our Gods while the Sluts gathered around them. The rest of us, the Governors of the Fourteen Districts of the Theocracy and the Bishops of the Fourteen Diocese stood surrounded by their family and servants. All of Tom’s harem gathered around him, with me on his right and our daughter on his left.

Like everyone else, we fixed our eyes at the top of the hill.

“What are your commands, Master?” Violet’s voice rang out from the hilltop, her arm around her wife, Cindy.

“Well, I’ve heard it said that it’s better to rule in Hell,” Mark answered.

Tom laughed, shaking his head in amusement at his friend’s pronouncement. “That son-of-a-bitch. Well my ladies, we helped him govern the Earth, why not Hell?”

Around the hill, lesser demons and shades of the dead gathered. A brass city sat across the blasted plain. I could feel their fear. Mark and Mary had the power of all the greater demons: Molech, Lilith, Lucifer, others. No one could rival them.

I clapped my hands. “You heard our Master, we fight!”

Instinctively, I summoned a katana to my hand, the blade glowing molten red, and armored myself in a fuku. The other slaves did, too, including my daughter. A samurai’s armor engulfed Tom, his blade gleaming with a deadly edge.

I was Tom’s slave for all of eternity. With him and my fellow slaves, we would carve a new home for ourselves in Hell.

The END of Hikaru’s Tale

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