[ The Land of the Covenant ] from "SM stories on the desk"

The Land of the Covenant

　　 "Story" by economy 　
　・・・・・・UP 22.Apr.2006



If there had been a word "company town" in Sweden, then Swedish would call Serghardt so.

Many thought people in this country were being suffered from heavy taxes; but the reality was they are living very satisfactorily;the heavy taxes appeared to be used for social welfare effectually. Compared with the cities in Japan, Serghardt was the town where it snowed less even in December; and, had comfortable environment for summer vacation.



This climate and geographic condition should be the reason why Sweden has become the most developed country in Scandinavia. Though Sweden had suffered for military pressure from the Nazis and Russia in history, the resistance has always succeeded in fighting back in a very limit stage. Ironically, the dynamite which let war spread was invented in this country.

As an engineer, I worked for a laboratory of Japanese enterprise that made this burg; so I visited a few times a year on the pretext of conferences, actually to join a "party". It was an underground party between Mr. Bo, who was my direct superior, and me. (We had mutually noticed we were the owner of the same "taste" while enjoying joking with each other through e-mail.) When both of us were able to take some vacations, with well-trained Japanese girl I came to Stockholm, where he prepared blonde slave girl for me; or he came to Japan with a "suitcase" big enough to contain a person.

We then enjoyed the secret party at each other’s train room a couple of days.

This time I prepared a Japanese girl named Miyuki, who’s incurred debts of 3,000,000 yen from pachinko, a Japanese slot machine. She’d agreed with my taking over her body for two months in return for my taking over her debt.

I wondered why such seductive girl like Miyuki had stuck in the mud ofloan. She was a kind of person who was rather clever and demure, but always being spaced out. Maybe she was the one with little obsession about the life on top of that she kept protecting herself by running away from the reality.

Such personality was conveniently suitable for our party, well, correctly I would say suitable for Mr. Bo’s taste.

Miyuki was a 24-year-old girl with long black hair, a very small face,and white-snow skin. She was always looking away vacantly like a mental patient, yet mysteriously, her such attitude attracted me.

Since she became my slave, I haven’t given her water. The result was each time I went down to the dungeon where I confine her in a cage she begged for my piss. "Master, please give me pee"

The beginning of my train was like this: I caged Miyuki in and neglected her until she starved to cry. Four days later she cried out, "Please sir, give me something to drink and eat, please!!" I realized her wish, by taking a piss toward her. She tried to drink my urine. She even kissed on the floor and sucked my pee split on the floor, making nasty noise. I have since been using her as a urinal.

Looking sideway at Miyuki with wistful face, I put a dog plate in front of each cages. As soon as they saw plates, three blondes in the cages stuck their faces into the plate and started to eat cream stew in a dog style.

Sitting in the black leather-lined sofa, I looked at them eating and thought. "Sophia is 18 and has a fresh skin. Lumiene is 21 and has my favorite figure and looks. Caminu is 25…well, what shall I…?"

Caminu had five pierces: her nipples, labia, and clitoris were punched by the pierces 3cm in diameter and 5mm in width. On top of it, her hip cheeks were decorated with black brands to improve she was my belongings; in Chinese character "SLAVE" mark for the right ass cheek and "CRAPPER" for the left one. "Should I sell her in Hong Kong market or somewhere? But then, she will soon get quadruple amputation. It’s a bit pity."

As I felt a call of nature I stopped this reluctant thinking and walked to the cage where Lumiene was eating her bait. When I took out my penis, she looked up at me and said in smattering Japanese," Master, pee?"

Wiping her lips with the towel, she scooped up my penis with her tongue to support and filled her mouth with my penis. As soon as I leaked a piss, she closed her eyes and made a straight line from her beautiful face to the body to make it easy to drink without spilling out.
As I pulled my pennies out, Lumiene beamed at me," Please use me again,sir", sitting on her heels as she trained.
"You may eat it", I spat out words and walked back to the sofa.

I saw Miyuki, who seemed to begin to weep at any moment. She had drunk my piss about ten times or so in these 7 weeks. Now she must be able to drink pee without slopping a drop.

There were three blonde slaves in my dungeon, which meant three Japanese slaves were in Mr. Bo’s dungeon as well. There were ten days left before I was going to Sweden, stowing Miyuki into a trunk. Mr. Bo had said in his mail "Hiroshi, you can expect an outstanding one this time." He might have prepared as a good girl as Lumiene.

I was wondering if Miyuki still expects I would let her go. True, we entered a contract of two months, but she has never spoken of the expiry date. Nether have I.

It’s time to complete her train. I believe she had already become a slave; but I had to make sure it.


As I pulled her collar’s lead, she crawled toward the sofa. I commanded her to keep a dog’s pose; then I beckoned the three blondes who have just finished eating to get out of the cages. These cages were not locked; no need to lock them. They’ve already given up running away from here which was too far away from their home. (Each of them had an experience of getting an electric shock of the stungun in compensation of trying to run away,though)
All of them meekly crept toward the sofa.

These girls were not that dirty because they were automatically washed down with hot water in cages; on the other hand, Miyuki appeared to be so dirty because she was allowed to be washed with the wet towel only when the fit was on me. Her pussy was particularly stinking of occasional sex and a daily duty to masturbate with a dildo.

I ordered Sophia, the youngest girl, to give head; as her blow job slowly gave me an erection, I commanded Lumiene to clean Miyuki’s body with the tongue, and for Caminu to use Miyuki as a toilet.

Sitting behind Miyuki, Lumiene began to lick and suck Miyuki’s dirty vagina and asshole with her urine and shit. While Lumiene was cleaning Miyuki’s pussy with her tongue, Miyuki put her lips to Caminu’s urethra opening which is always exposed by pierces. Soon Caminue took a leak, which was the beginning of the abnormal lesbians’ world.

When Caminu finished peeing Miyuki started to go down on Caminue’s pussy in return, panting from Caminue’s muff-diving. As Miyuki licked Caminue’s with holding her legs Caminue raised a joyful snivel peculiar to white people.

Although I’ve got used to seeing this nasty sight, it greatly turned me on. Fixing Sophia’s head, who was stealing a glance at obscene scene I penetrated her mouth with me cock. Being knocked throat, Sophia shed tears;it was the tears brought by conditioned reflex, not tears of pain. Her blow job skills that Mr. Bo had indoctrinated her were outstanding: her tongue was swift to move right and left so that she can stimulate my penis over and over.
Being surrounded by a slaves’ coquettish voice, I splashed sperm on her throat. Sophia opened her mouth widely to show the cum on her tongue and waited for my permission. When I nodded, she swallowed it and started to clean my penis up with her tongue. Three slaves were still licking; they couldn’t stop doing without my excuse.

Unfolding Miyuki’s ass, Lumiene was sticking her tongue into Miyuki’s asshole and turning the tongue. It must be giving Miyuki an extraordinary pleasure. Just as I guessed, Miyuki stopped licking and lost her breath.

When I first sat on Lumiene’s beautiful face and told her to lick the asshole she inserted the tongue into the hole and touched every inch of the inside as long as her tongue reached. Although I had got many slaves to lick my asshole, it was so pleasing that I let a voice of ecstasy, strongly griping her good-shaped tits.

Since then I have occasionally sat on her face. Third time I sat on her,warning her not to eat and took a shit on her, getting my excretion on the face and filling her mouth with a shit, she twitched her whole body with an orgasm.
Though warned, she joyfully chewed my shit; hence I had to tramp on her face to make her spit it out. Then Caminu had to consume the shit Lumiene spat out. Talking in Swedish that I didn’t understand, Lumiene’s passed my feces to Caminu through kisses.

Swedish people with a certain degree of sophistication speak English. Lumiene did fluently; the rest of two did a little. All of them were able to understand most of Japanese, for it was a matter of life or death to them.


Telling them to stop, I made three of them, including Sophia, clean Miyuki’s body with their tongues.
"Miyuki, it’s ten days left."

Suddenly asked, Miyuki who was being exhausted from a serious of stimulus sat on her heels after the rest of three did.
"Yes, master", she answered with a small voice and begin to look at somewhere as usual. "Am I good enough for a slave?" She said to herself.
"Yes, you are. You’ve already been a slave, haven’t you?" I said, "Pose as a slave do"

Miyuki turned her ass toward me like when I fuck her in a doggy style.
The three white slaves undressed me and began to use respective techniques to turn me on: Sophia rubbed my whole body with her elastic tits; Lumiene licked my asshole; and Caminu stimulated my penis with hands and tongue.

As I got an erection, Caminu stayed back immediately. Of all a sudden I stabbed Miyuki in her pussy with my penis. Caminu reached her tongue out for my bolt that was screwing Miyuki’s nut. The rest of two were sitting on their heels, waiting for master’s order.

Being inarticulate with excitement, Miyuki gasped out," Ahh! Master! So good! Feel so good!"

Two weeks had been passed. I flew to Stockholm via Paris with a big suitcase that contains anesthetized Miyuki.
Two weeks’train had changed Miyuki to a very slave physically and mentally: her nipples were pierced, I could pierce her pussy as well, but Mr. Bo didn’t like it. Though couldn’t reach Lumiene, she’s next to cum by servicing to asshole and filling her mouth with a shit. She has no doubt about she’s a slave and toilet.

Mr. Bo has already been in the airport to meet me. Looking at my suitcase, he grinned and gave me a hand to shake.
"Thank you for coming, Hiroshi" he said in English.
"No problem"
The suitcase was brought into the trunk of Mr. Bo’s vehicle by him. I got in the passenger seat. Then we talked about our business for a while. It took us about 90 minutes to get Mr. Bo’s estate.

He was a nobleman; his house was like a castle… I mean, it was a castle.
The castle beside a lake had been built 250 years ago. The books introducing castles always referred to it.

I left the suitcase for a maid and was guided to a rest room by another maid. The sight from the room was extremely terrific whenever I come. The haze sets in to the lake, blowing in the wind. There was an island in the middle of the blue lake. A great European sight blew me away to think that it can’t be described enough by the Japanese traditional monochrome painting.

After taking a rest, I took a shower. When I put on casual clothes, a maid came and said the dinner was ready.
I went down to the dining room to find Mr. Bo’s wife greeted me. Mr. Bo was married her in his second marriage. She was a lady of 35, who was younger than me by 5 and younger than Mr. Bo by 13. Although I didn’t think she was so lovely, he put as much care as possible in her. I’ve been thinking there must be something at the back of his marriage, because he’s always prepared the slaves that made a hit with me, which led me to think that he must’ve the same liking for women’s looking as me. My question was answered the other day when I realized she was a daughter of the vice president.

I greeted her back with the best regards and had a seat. The full-course dinner whose main was mutton lasted for two hours.

There was a modern annex to the castle which was built for Mr. Bo’s workroom. The basement of it was a train room. No one except Mr. Bo was allowed to enter there; the wife would call a phone to him if she had met her need; or he called a maid to bring some snacks.

He rolled the caster of that heavy suitcase to the annex, grinning.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 UP 22.May.2006

　It's been four months since I last visited Mr. Bo to trade Kaori for Sophia. He liked Kaori so much and repeated,"So beautiful!" Kaori was such an attractive girl that I was reluctant to give her to him; however, I couldn't find a proper substitute. It was how the beautiful masochistic girl of no more than 150 centimeters tall had been abandoned in the foreign country far from her home.

"Master, where's here?" It was the last words that she could say calmly. After that what I heard were only a scream of pain, sob of humiliation, and short voice to seek my help.

I talked to myself as walking: (Is Kaori ok? Well, not a chance, isn't it? Mr. Bo had tortured Kaori three days in a row and weakened her that much in the last party; but, he still continued to torture her.)

We reached the basement, whose construction was similar to mine. Yet ten times as many sex toys, including frightening implements of torture, as I had were in the room, which was three times larger than mine.
Though he should have four slaves, the number of cages hasn't change from three since I last came here with Kaori, the fourth slave. When I approached to the cage, two slaves said," Master" at the same time. They were Eri and Misato, whom I had given to Mr. Bo.
"Please… take us back to Japan….bring us back to you,please…"
Their begging seemed to make Mr. Bo angry; he looked so furious that two slaves couldn't go on. I saw the same scene when I brought Kaori.

"Look, Mr. Bo, you are gentleman, aren't you? Don't make them too frightened. Didn't I say that you should give the sweat as well as the stick when you train an animal, huh?" I said quickly in English as though reprimanding a junior. "Well then, I haven't seen Kaori. Where the heck is she?"

Mr. Bo blushed just like a scolded kid does. "Mm…she's now, in the hospital" He withdrawn his gaze.

(Don't tell me you killed her?) Anticipating the worst, I asked," What's wrong with her?"
"….The womb" He didn't seem to be lying.
"Will she be alright?"
"I think she will in two months. She can get out of the hospital any time you want ‘cause the medicine in Sweden is well developed" He suddenly changed the topic as he tried to avoid farther questions, "Hiroshi, will you take Kaori back to Japan?"

I asked why; then he explained how badly she struggled when Mr. Bo tried to take her his house, and that the stuff of hospital refused to entrust Kaori to him. He barely prevented them from calling the Embassy of Japan by saying that her guardian would soon be coming to meet her from Japan.
As I was considering it, both Mr. Bo and Misato who didn't understand English said all at once, "I beg you"
"Master, what are you talking about?"
Considering how things would be messy if they had called the Embassy, I approved of Mr. Bo's offer; the real problem was, however, how to take her Japan. The customs officer would suspect me for having two large bags after staying just a few days. If Kaori was still what she had been, I would prepare a flight ticket for her. Yet even if Kaori had been in a good condition, the problem of the passport would be an obstacle.

When I tell him so, Mr. Bo took a red passport with a crest of chrysanthemum (a Japanese passport for female) out of the inner pocket of his coat.

"How did you get this?" Though I asked,
"Well, you know that…" he dodged.
Not running after it further, I agreed to take back her. Mr. Bo smiled and said cheerfully, "Let's enjoy our party then"

"Hiroshi, here is my present"
The cross he always fastened his "present" was covered with the black curtain. When it was opened automatically, my eyes were riveted to the present and couldn't move an inch.
"How beautiful!" I sighed unconsciously.
Her whitish blond was bound together to hide her breast. She kept her marine-like blue eyes front, beaming at me. She must have been an angel before she was born. "Mr. Bo, she's an angel, isn't she?" I said exactly what I thought.

He whistled out of his habit and answered shortly," No, she is your slave."

I approached her, stare her whole body, and touched it. "New master, My name is Catherin." Even her voice made me think that an angel would have a voice like hers.
"Hiroshi, may I see yours?"
What Mr. Bo said couldn't even divert me from her; I just answered "Sure" in the absence of mind. After a while, I heard his happy tone.
"Hot dog! Man, she is absolutely marvelous!"

For white people, Miyuki, a girl of 24 appeared to be much younger than she really was. On top of it, with her white skin she looks like a teenager.
Mr. Bo asked," Is she 17 or 18? Well, 16?" I just beamed at my boss, who was simply being delighted, and observed Catherine again.

Her arms and neck were bound to the cross; and her ankles were bound in the back of the cross; so her pussy bearing thin public hair was spread a bit, which exposed the inside of her light pink, or near white vagina. With fingers of hands, I stretched hers until it might give her pain. "AAHH", she raised the cutie tone, yet she didn't seem to be feeling any pain; she was keeping beaming at me.
"How beautiful!! Perfect" I was just being surprised and couldn't say anything else. I wondered if her uterus was light pink as well. I couldn't see it well by the condition of light, but it might be so.
"Master, am I pleasing you?" she asked in a clear Queen's English,inclining her head. It was her pride in her words that made me mad for the first time.

"Yeah, you're such a beautiful wench", I said in an icy voice,
staring at her in the way I terrified all the slaves in my dungeon.
I could see Catherine's fear through her eyes. "I-I am terribly sorry,sir. I beg your pardon, sir." Not replying, I walked to the sofa.

Mr. Bo put the same collar on Miyuki as the other slaves had,who was still unconscious, kissed her round hip, and sat down next to me.
"How was she?"
His question was too simple to answer quickly. After thinking how to reply, I answered it in Japanese, "Saiko-dana (The best)"
Mr. Bo understood some Japanese.
I didn't want Catherine to hear praises anymore. When I asked him where he had got her, he simply mentioned one country's name.
"You know exactly what I like" I said, "So, how was she? Her name is Miyuki"
"You've never let me down. You're the one who knows exactly what I like"

Mr. Bo walked toward Miyuki, shouldered her, and chained her down to the delivery table. "Now we can see our slaves together"
Then we toasted with Bordeaux wine.

We talked about how we had trained the exchanged slaves.
"Catherine seems to have few scars. Unusual for your slave, isn't it?" "That's because I regretted torturing Kaori too much. There are some scars in Catherine's back and ass, though", he said as it was nothing "and the needles through her nipples" then wistled again. It was nothing for me too that her nipples were punched by needles to make crosses.

"Hiroshi, you really are particular about slaves' mouth, aren't you? I,on the other hand, have a fetish about "omanko" and anal"

In Japanese, he termed female genitalia as "omanko" which had as filthy nuance of the word as "pussy". I nodded.
Then I persisted to insist to him that there was the way to conquest a woman without violence: it was the most effective way for her to etch the taste of the master and her use in her mind.
By doing it, I was telling Catherine what kind of slave was sleeping next to her and what sort of fetishism I had in a roundabout way. I clearly went on in a loud voice on purpose.

"Lumiene has as good looking as Catherine, but I prefer Lumiene because her mouth is the very best crapper…"
I explained at length that she had a good technique to serve me; especially she got a climax when I took a shit on her mouth and that she was my best slave; so other slaves had to consume the shit I took on Lumiene not to make her ill.

Catherine knew she was going to be brought to foreign country. I was aiming for making her understand there were rivals in Japan and making her die for my favor.
We enjoyed 1998 Bordeaux wine, looking at Catherine and Miyuki.

On a whim, I walked toward Catherine, moved her bound hair, and poured a glass of wine over her good-shaped tits. The red liquid flew on her body,slowdown around her public hair, and overflowed onto her feet. From a distance, I looked at it to find the fairness of her skin.
(I'm going to crash on her. No, I've already fallen in love with her.)

There is no guy who doesn't love or next to love female with outstanding beauty. After having sex, the feeling of love is going to either smaller or deeper. No exception, either.
(Sophia and Caminu have served my purpose and no need to have
them anymore if I have Catherine, Lumiene, and Kaori, if she is
alright. Even in those three, Catherine would be the best one.)

Mr. Bo started to pierce Miyuki's boob with sterilized needles. When he pierced her nipple with about tenth needle,Miyuki woke up to find a giant like a red demon was piercing her breast, and cried out, "AAUUGGGHHH!!"
Nonetheless, the scream which was impossible to Japan but possible to make herself heard to Stockholm shouldn't escape from this soundproof room.

Mr. Bo seemed to be surprised at the loud voice, but soon picked up another needle, being satisfied with her response.
He stabbed one after another; and each time he pierced she tired to struggle desperately, which disposed me to say "Miyuki, be quiet"
"Master, there you are. Please tell him to stop it"
"No can do. From today, your master is him, Mr. Bo"

Miyuki tried to understand what I said by looking around; then looked at me. She closed her eyes as though she gave in to the reality.
Now with needles Miyuki's breast was like a sea anemone.
The last needle stuck into her nipple at the right angle to the nipple ring.
"Hiroshi, look at them. Terrific, huh?" he said.
As I wasn't fond of torture like this, I just gave him a bitter smile.
Mr. Bo sat in the sofa, drinking the wine; looking at Miyuki's decorated breast.
"Catherine, say your rank" I mentioned something too offensive to say in Europe (of course, in Japan as well) Catherine answered intelligently," I am a slave of yours, sir. I will do everything you want, sir. I have no rights to object you, sir", and smiled at me.

"Master is "Gosyujin-sama" in Japanese. Call me so from now on" I said, trying to release her from the cross.
Catherine repeated in a small voice. "G-go-syu-jin-sama, gosyu-jin-sama…"
Having released her, I ordered," Now, show me how you play with yourself, in front of the sofa"

I walked back to the sofa ahead of her. She crawled toward the sofa, turned around, and spread her legs widely. Her back and ass were covered with red or purple welts which Mr. Bo gave to her.
She opened her pussy with fingers of one hand to show new master her pink vagina where she inserted another small hand.
Balancing herself with one hand, she put her hand in and out.
"Go-syujin-sa-ma…gosyujin-sa-ma…ahhhh!"

With young Catherine's awkward but coquettish voice, I felt sour wine was becoming mild.

For the present, I'm not going to write all details that we did during three days party. In short, Miyuki and Catherine have become the best slaves for the respective master.
Miyuki dumped her pussy, crying of torture, and sobbing of pleasure when she god a harsh lash of a whip, a pain of piercing,or a huge cock as though she couldn't live without pain.
Catherine has also changed to a slut, who is eager to get the stream of my piss into her mouth, dashing the overflowed piss over her body with her hands. It has become the best pleasure for her to fill her mouth with my shit directly from the asshole, but since she wasn't allowed to swallow it, she had to play a role of toilet paper. However, her sticky tongue lost me my reason and I always screwed my penis into her mouth, forcing her to swallow my cum and feces.

After a few days, I was in Mr. Bo's car heading for the hospital where Kaori was. Making myself presentable and clearing my throat, (anticipating Kaori's worst reaction) I knocked the door and got in.

Kaori was looking at the boring landscape in Stockholm from the window.
Then she noticed me and lifted her head.
"…!" I could see she was astonished.
"Kaori, I came here to bring you back"
"……!!" Although she was still speechless, I could tell she didn't refuse me by looking at her tears of relief.
"G-Gosyujin-sama", she dissolved into tears.
It was three days before I flew to Japan with Kaori and a big suitcase containing Catherine.

It was a year of Olympic; a number of medals that Japanese athlete got heated up the summer; it suddenly fell down to a winter in the middle of October.

Now Catherine, Kaori, and Lumiene are in my dungeon, which is always keeping constant temperature.
The others have been sold to a syndicate for an outrageous price, as they are strikingly attractive, obedient slaves,too.

I see three beautiful hips in a line. I insert my penis into the pussy of Kaori, who kneels in the middle, and twist hands into vagina of Lumiene and Catherine, who are kneeling on both sides.

Three slaves raise their voice of happiness in their own way.
It's the beginning of my long night.


Fin