The Devil 's pact striver Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

quip : The endowment

Note : Mark once fucked a bank cashier named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a girl named sally. Thanks to b0b for beta version this.

Sabbatum, Apr 17th, 2031 - sortie Fritz - Washington D.C. D.C., Second Earl of Guilford American language territory

"Are you nervous ?"cardinal number Jessie asked me.

"I am, kept woman,"I promptly answered, smiling up at the beautiful, blonde woman.

"You 're going to pink their socks off,"she grinned, rubbing my hair.

Her husband, Cardinal Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a flying kiss."There are some important the great unwashed out there, hard worker,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth class to graduate from Belleramine Academy, the premier school for transforming youth charwoman into submissive slaves. Ran by the Church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of N America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the cardinals who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the diocese of the former United States, Canada, and Greenland. Only the in effect girls were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

It was because of my begetter that I was here—Mark Glassner. The Living God and Defender of Mankind. The Demon Slayer.

Of course, being one of patsy 's children did n't stimulate me that especial. He was a lusty God, and had sowed his come in many fields far and blanket. Only his children born to his Goddess and the sanctum Sluts were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his daughter gave me a few advantages.

I did n't know my female parent. She died when I was six months old. She was one of many slain when the monster Dagon conquered Washington D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphanage. I knew her public figure : Donna Fritz. That was it. When I was five, my DNA was tested. I was the daughter of a God. When I was six, I was enrolled at Belleramine Academy.

I was given the all right didactics. At the age of XIV, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the appraisal test to pick up what office in society the deity needed me to fill, or I could be trained as a slave for the next two years.

I had envied the older missy who were being trained as striver. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their foreland held high up. They were full of pride. Only the proficient young woman attended Belleramine, and only the undecomposed of the best of those were given the opportunity to be a striver. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful people in the world : Bishops ruling episcopate or Executives ruling Territories. If I was really favorable, a Cardinal or a Governor, person bound to the immortal themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me.

Our training was across-the-board. The very night I agreed to start my slave grooming, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the live two twelvemonth I was learn how to delight both men and woman with every portion of my dead body, from my nimble tongue to my deft digit. I was trained how to endure prospicient flow of thraldom and early uncomfortableness, learned to enjoy the taste of urine, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was quick to serve and be used for my professional or Mistress 's pleasure, no matter how obscene or disgusting it might be. I could n't wait.

There were ten of us, all beautiful, a garden of teenage flowers fix to be plucked. I was neural, even though I knew how great my ravisher was. My hair was a rich, honey-brown that fell in thick coil about my beat, delicate side. My oculus were piercing blue, not rare among German mark 's tike, and my back talk were humble and pouty. My figure was shapely, perky breasts and tumescent nipples just the proper size for a man 's deal to engulf. And my kitty was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing strip. My vulva was tight, hiding my pink petal. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my lemony dearest would bead upon my lips.

"adopt your places, hard worker !"Jessie shouted, clapping her hands.

All ten of us climbed onto diminished, polish up pedestals just great enough for us to kneel on our workforce and knees. The pedestals slowly spun so that our voltage vendee could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our derriere was a number. I was seven.

The buyers circulated through the room. My training was extensive and I recognized almost all of them. As a slave to a potent individual, it would be expected of me to act as a secretary or other eccentric of personal attendant, so recognizing the important mass of the world by mountain was a very important skill drilled into us.

My eyes flicked around. One of these mighty men or char would buy me today.

The buyers were free with their hands and former body parts. While none were allowed to cum on me, more than a few gumshoe were quickly shoved into my mouth, ass, or pussy so the client could get a taste for the delectation I had to offer while more than a few of the char had me lap momentarily at their pussies or absorb on their breasts.

"Is n't she a smasher, Sin,"purred Cardinalis cardinalis Vivian, her digit probing my cunt."Nice and tight."

I let my pussy squeeze on her finger's breadth. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to know the majesty of Mark and Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy Scripture of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't cognize. 5 has a gorgeous rear,"Richmondena Cardinalis Cynthia answered.

The governor of the district of Russia, Anastasia and Stan, admired my breast while their son shoved his cock inside me. He gave two intemperately push that left my poor purulent aching for an orgasm. redbird Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of northward Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two doxy, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should direct some boy to be slaves,"Lynette told her lovers."young woman are fine, but there 's zilch like a young man aegir to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York episcopate and her daughter, another of my many half-sisters, each took a slug of my pussy and both absolutely loved my gustatory perception."I want her, Mommy,"the daughter begged."I absolutely have to own her."

"We 'll see,"Bryanna answered."There are a lot more authoritative people here than us. But I 'm sure we can get you one of the girls."

"I want this one,"the miss declared. She was sixteen and crazy, clearly not a girl that went through Belleramine academy. Even the girl that did n't turn slaves were groomed to be submissive.

Cardinal Bill and his married woman Erin fondled number 10 while regulator Book of Daniel, Father of the Church of the Holy Alison, watched his married woman Issy pump a dildo a few times out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girl of my form were flushed with arousal. I knew I ached to cum, succus dripping down my thigh. The potential purchaser teased us just long enough to retain us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that marvelous release.

A few lesser Bishops and executive director fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to start out. We lined up on a microscope stage, standing in provocative affectedness we would hold to hold for the duration, while servant quickly cleared out the base and set up chairs. In minutes, the auction sale was ready to begin.

1—a sweet, redhead name Lexa—went for $ 3 million, bought by Cardinal Fatima."A gift for my wife,"I heard her say as she collected her striver. Cardinal Lucy would be a very favorable woman.

Next up was 2, a buxom lass named Heather with platinum blond hair in a foresightful gold braid. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The spoiled daughter of Bishopress Bryanna was excited to win 4. I guess she found another slave she"absolutely has to own."Cardinal Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to sweet wattle blackwood tree, daughter of the governor of Confederate States of America Africa.

My essence pounded as I stepped forward."Number 7 comes from first-class lineage. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my bosom a liquidity crisis."Perky tits, very pliant, and look at the pinko of her nipples."

Jessie 's molestation rekindled the fire in my loins that had died down while I waited my go on the pulley block. The blonde 's fingers slid down my venter and stroked my landing strip, before they shoved between my legs. I stifled a gasp, keeping my boldness tranquil, as her digit probed my pussy.

"Tight and hot,"she continued, pulling her fingerbreadth out of my pussy and holding them up to the crowd."With a chummy consistence and a tangy flavor."

Jessie turned me around and I bent over, grasping my ankles

"feeling at how beautiful her cunt is."Jessie 's fingers again stroked my vulva."Not a hint of her labia minora peaking out. Only her clitoris shows when she 's fully aroused."

I let go of my ankle and, unbidden, reached behind me to pass around my asscheeks open. I wanted to moan as my youthful Mistress shoved two finger's breadth into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the fingers in and out."She can take even the big cock or dildo and has no job wearing a butt sparking plug for extended periods."

"One of our effective slaves,"Kevin added, moving beside his wife."I can vouch for both her enthusiasm and her aptitude. Shall we start the bidding at $ 2 million."

It went fast after that. Red paddles were raised and Kevin rattled off their command. Every time a paddle raised, another $ 100,000 was bid. I was quickly up the $ 3.5 million, almost as much as 5 went for, and the bidding kept going on.

"It 's because who your father is,"whispered Jessie."Every man wants to plunder you and every woman wants to be touched by Him again."

At $ 4.1 million, most stopped bidding. governor Anastasia and cardinal grosbeak Daffodil seemed to have some form of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her husband Stan were USSR 's secular masters while Narcissus pseudonarcissus and her married woman Addison were the ecclesiastical mistresses. It seemed neither of these women liked the other.

"I wo n't let you induce her,"Daffodil declared, her blonde hair swinging about her ponderous tits."Addison and I are gon na enjoy this sweet, Loretta Young thing."

Anastasia tossed her longsighted, blackened hair."So she can dress up like a cheerleader, and you and that trollop you call a wife can alleviate your High School days !"

Daffodil, who appeared eighteen but must be in her XXX, folded her arms beneath her rather large chest."While you and your husband would waste her on some desk job. You 'd probably ship her off to Siberia to administer some logging town."

"At to the lowest degree she 'd be useful !"patter Anastasia."She would n't be out fucking every farm girl she could lay her otiose custody on !"

"We 'd at least revalue her beauty ! A middling young woman deserves to be flaunted."

"Now ladies,"Kevin said."We all serve the ..."Both ladies fixed stares on him and he swallowed his words.

"If my wife was here and heard those words, she 'd kick your boney ass !"declared Daffodil.

"If you could drag her out of whatever poor, bucolic girl 's bed she 's fallen into. I doubt you even know what dominion she 's in, let alone the town."

"My wife is a very lustful woman. Addison has needs, and I do n't listen her going off and scratching them."

"This is growing tiresome,"a new voice said. A life-threatening man—in his early twenties, a plain aspect with a goatee sprouting from his chin and short, neatly combed, brown hair—stepped up between the two glaring women. I racked my mind, struggling to remember who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to get wind an end to their petty squabbles."

Both ladies glared at each early, then the newcomer, then back at each former. I continued searching my mind, trying to position his face. He had resources if he could shake off $ 20 million, so he was obviously authoritative. But he was dressed in a useful suit, the type an office worker would wear, with none of the finery the former 's adorned themselves in.

"Ladies ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"bettor dean gets her than that suck up bitch,"Daffodil declared."How Mark ever came to care a char with such a large joint up her ass is beyond me."

"target loved to stick it up my ass. I was the inaugural of his jogging sluts. What were you again ? right field, some whore he gangbanged in a high school school locker room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blonde snarled.

"cum on, Ana,"Stan said, grabbing is wife."We 'll get Steve a slave next year."

"Yes dear,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Daffodil called my new sea captain Dean. That meant he was Dean Perry, regulator of the Territory of Oceanica. His married woman was a bosom Quaker of the Goddess Mary. He was a powerful man to be married to a charwoman close the Goddess.

I trembled as two auburn haired women—neither of whom looked quondam than twenty, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limo. They must be sisters, their physical structure had the same bod and the same heart-shaped, lentiginose faces.

"I 'm Penny and this is Mercedes,"cooed the slightly shorter of the pair, they were about my acme. She had a slight drawl to her interpreter, hinting at her southern heritage."Oh, you are just beautiful as the dawn."

Mercedes grabbed my blonde tresses."This is no soundly. And your middle are absolutely the wrong color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sisters, but Mercedes had a cold-shoulder, nasal tone, like she was from New House of York City.

I did n't utter ; my preparation kept my glossa silent, even though I was confused by their comments and their appearances. What was wrong with my eyes ? They were the same oceanic abyss, cerulean blue of my Father.

"have you forgotten that you were a dark-haired girl with brown eyes ?"cent asked Mercedes.

A second later, Dean stepped out of the building. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to give away their breasts, short mini-skirts that left silklike thighs bare, and knee-high, black boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguard of the Gods, lent out to their most trusted servants. Both tire tight, silver garroter about their throats.

"We found her, sir,"reported ebony-skinned 274.

The first emotion I had seen passed across my new passe-partout 's aspect. Pain, anger ... and longing."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limo drive to the airport. doubtfulness burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my head and my fervor as the limo drove onto the runway towards a festive planing machine. It was hard, but I was well trained.

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planes were receptive and full of tail end. This one was a hallway and a collection of small cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."maestro regulation all of those minuscule, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he rules Australia, which has a lot of urban center on the slide and almost null across the rest of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a plane. Before the Demon Wars, air traveling was common. Now only government and ecclesiastical officials traveled the world, and those few, lucky folks who moved goods around. But that was mostly by trains, truck, and ships. Before the Gods came, people were unhappy because they had the damage job. Now the assessment trial told everyone where to work, where to live, whom to get hitched with, and that made people a lot glad. The judgment were always right, the deity said so.

It must have been so complicated in the past times when you had to make up all those conclusion for yourself.

"Do you ever mouth ?"Penny asked me after sitting me down in a modest cabin that contained a narrow bed and minor, makeup table and chair.

"I have not received permission to talk, kept woman,"I answered.

Penny snorted a joke."We 're hard worker, you can speak to us. Besides, original and mistress do n't take care if we have a release tongue."

"Some of us have too resign spit,"sniffed Mercedes.

Penny waggled her knife at her."I 'll show you just how free it can be tonight."

An excited sparkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a doubt, fille Penny ?"

"Of course, wampum,"centime rolled her eyes."And it 's cent. 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 wearing apparel over her head revealing her naked body. Both women 's pubic hair had been sculpted into a torrid pump above their slits.

"You appear alike to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a matching torrid heart and soul 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."

"summation Master 's jealous of Virgin Mary,"Penny continued."He gets off on using us."

I noticed blench bruises on both of their breasts—bite marks. I received similar bruises during my preparation. The Theocracy 's law said a hard worker could be bruised and welted, so long as no ancestry 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 twelvemonth. overlord buys a new slave as a gift for her to bring her back."

Over the next few hours, the female child used strange devices on me invented by the sanctum Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my hair people of color. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and modest tinge burned all across my cheeks and bosom as lentigo blossomed. They smeared a cream on my pussy and a thick, red crotch hair grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a matching kernel to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how finale my body shape was to the Goddess. I had the Lapplander curve ball, the Saami world-wide fizzle sizing, and the same, heart-shaped face. I could pass for one of her baby now.

"Let 's take you to maestro,"Mercedes said, nodding in satisfaction their work.

"And do n't erode. 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 wo n't be so rough."

"I received rough treatment during my schooling,"I answered."Belleramine Academy prepares its lady friend for a animation as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through planing machine to the cabin at the backrest, Penny added,"If he calls you Mary, make-believe to be the Goddess and that you 're incapacitated against his strength."

"I understand,"I answered.

"Ready,"Mercedes asked.

"I am,"I declared as she threw the room access open.

The cabin was the sizing of a small bedroom tucked into the tooshie of the airplane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue comforter and an ebony wood anatomy. dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a ledger spreadhead out next to it along with a pic of a beautiful, youth adult female with lustrous and thick, black hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

"I am your Goddess, Mary !"I declared, hoping my training and instincts were flop."On your knees !"

James Byron Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my head up confidently as the fire burned in his dispirited eye as he stared at me."Whore ! She 's gone because of you !"

"How dare you call me that !"I huffed. Roleplaying was heavily emphasized in our training.

"You helped her run off ! I know it was you, bitch ! You always help her !"

I tossed my now auburn hair."Of class I helped her. She 's my friend. And—"

My words were cut off as he lunged at me, his hand gripping my throat. Panic momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His hand squeezed, choking me. He was stronger than he looked, his grip smoothing iron. I struggled, just enough to excite him, my hands trying to pry his finger off as my breath rasped in my throat.

"sporting lady !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a mess of limb, my now auburn fuzz falling across my face. I struggled to advertise my hair out of my cheek. I put on a look of fear."You ca n't be doing this,"I protested, letting my voice quiver. My roleplay tutor would be proud of me."I 'm your Goddess !"

"You 're the dirty whore that corrupted my married woman,"he snarled, unbuttoning his pants."I 'll show you how fancy woman are treated !"

His cock was firmly, slim, with a bulbous forefront that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slacks. He let the pants slide off his skinny wooden leg, and kicked them off, before advancing with like a hungry shark at her.

"What 're you going to do ?"I quailed, shrinking against the pillows piled against the ebony headboard.

He practically leaped at me, his body pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my arm. He grabbed them, pinning them to the paries above me as he loomed over me. I gasped for breath, my pap heaving, dotted with freckle. He settled between my thrashing second joint, his tool coming tightlipped and airless to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my passkey 's pleasure. All my preparation, the hard work and farseeing nights practicing was worth it. His shaft speared me. Rough, powerful, stabbing into my sheath with violence.

"No !"I pleaded."Take it out, it hurts !"

He ignored me, stabbing his putz over and over into my cunt. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my sensitive flesh. It was hard keeping my warmth out of my representative. It was too soon to fathom like I enjoyed it. I needed to contend longer before I submitted.

"No, stop !"I screamed, putting all the care I could into my words."You 're hurting me."

I bucked beneath him, struggling to displace my implements of war beneath his strength. His cock plowed into me, churning my passions as his seawall smashed into my button. Every barb shot new sparks of pleasance through me.

"Please !"

"This is what you get !"he growled."Because you 're a dirty, filthy slut, Mary !"

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to hold back my pleasance. A little pant escaped my back talk, the first-class honours degree hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a slow up surrender. Let my passkey believe he was winning me over. I let out another footling sigh, measured to keep my to the full passion inside me.

Master fucked me grueling."You like my cock, do n't you !"

"I do n't,"I moaned, giving his pecker a mollify credit crunch with my snatch."Please, blockage !"

He let go of my limb and grasped my knocker, kneading hard, bruising my fragile flesh. The annoyance was exquisite."You love it, do n't you ? You 're such a fancy woman that you ca n't aid yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lecherousness infest my tone and my hip joint start to worm."I hate this !"
"I can find how wet you are, Mary ! Your muddy cunt 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a whore !"His finger's breadth pinched my nipple, one more howling whiz adding to the stewing in my essence. lust twisted his human face as he savored the pleasure I gave him.

This is what I was born to do. I loved it.

"No, no, no !"I protested, my legs wrapping around his coxa, pulling him harder into me. My cum was upon me and I fought it off—it was too early."Stop nooky me !"

Our hips slammed together."Say it !"he hissed."Tell me how great my cock flavour !"

"It does n't ! I hate it !"I moaned, giving lie to my watchword.

"liar. If you hate it, why are you fucking me back ?"

"Oh, no !"I gasped. It was time. I surrendered to the love of his thrusting and let my orgasm exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my coat of arms around his consistence and clutching him to me as pleasance rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to higher and higher tableland of Passion. I savored my relief.

"I love your cock !"I screamed in his ear."Harder ! ass me surd !"

"I 'm the upright you 've ever had, huh, whore ?"

"Yes ! The very best ! Oh, fuck, I 'm still cumming !"

He drove once more into me. His whole torso tensed, his face squeezing shut as his seminal fluid erupted into my hungry depths. One shoemaker's last, wondrous orgasm speared through me. My overlord came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weight to my breasts as we were whipped by the farting of our passions, rocked in a storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breaths came in ragged gasps."Oh, Master,"I cooed, kissing his cervix and mentum."Oh, master, thank you, thank you."

He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I smiled, running my fingerbreadth lazily through the jam between my thighs. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the ceiling, his scrawny chest ascent and falling beneath his still buttoned up apparel shirt, ringed with fret around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of course of instruction, lord,"I answered as I stood, a minuscule unsteady on my invertebrate foot. My spunk still tingled with the military posture of my cums.

As I opened the door, he said,"You were worth every dollar."

"Thank you, sea captain,"I answered, smiling at him.

The miserable man. His wife 's constant unfaithfulness seemed to have robbed him of his self-confidence and made him feel inadequate. I tried to sustain my veto idea about my new Mistress out of my thinker, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a art object of my mind. Her husband was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him rid. She should let him ascertain happiness with another woman or man or whomever he wanted.

I shared a cabin with penny and Mercedes. It was really just a bed. There was no room to take the air around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-sized mattress, tight for three women, especially when Penny and Mercedes could n't seem to keep their script off each other. When I walked in, tired after my prospicient, exciting day, I found the two girls vigorously sixty-nining each other.

Sighing, I stretched out next to them and tried to ignore their groan and gasp and the way they 'd shove the bed. I reached a light rest, constantly interrupted by their honey making. I managed to recover a deep dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my pussy.

I woke up to Penny between my ramification going to town on my pussycat. I opened my mouth to protest my desire to kip when Mercedes pussy descended to my lips and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, tart and tangy.

The three of us were a mess when we finally collapsed into sopor. I woke when the carpenter's plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to sleep for the yearn trajectory across the Pacific to the Philippines. On the deadening flight, I pleasured Master two more prison term, both times playing Madonna and letting my headmaster"rape"me.

The local executive director who administrated the Philippines for Dean met us with a limousine. James Dean 's bodyguard drove escort vehicles. Manila, like many cities, had been devastated during the ogre Wars, and Theocracy architect and engineers oversaw its rebuilding. All the new mental synthesis resembled neighborhoods and buildings in Washington D.C. The main duomo looked identical to the one back home, and I could key out each of the local anaesthetic Governmental edifice. That one was the department of Education because of the L chassis the building had, and that one belonged to the Department of judge because of the statue of Chasity before steps that led up to a orotund, Methedrine entree. We entered a residential neighborhood. The houses were all one of the seventeen approved household home, or the seven approved apartment tenement, which only varied by height.

The only way I could separate it was n't Washington D.C. D.C. were the palm trees and the remainder of old Manila. There were elderly buildings that showed some individuality and pick. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the Sami. I 'm surely it would build the the great unwashed of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back dwelling, safety officer wore the Lapp uniforms, authorities whole kit and boodle wore their suits, jack wore their blue coveralls, and Fannie Farmer their racy jeans and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a James Jerome Hill into a new neighborhood and stopped."271 has occupied this house, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a gray house, the same precise shade as all the other star sign on the street."She has a few roentgenogram cameras pointed at where your wife is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the automobile dentists used to look at your teeth ? We stepped into the planetary house. The household that lived here bowed to James Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, ivory skinned with huge breasts that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, phone over her pinna. A camera on a tripod was set up next to her, pointed at the next door planetary house. I peered out the windowpane at the house. The other house 's windows were covered by thick mantle, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a sleeping room through the bulwark like it was n't there. A dyad writhed in a passionate embracing on the bed. The woman, Alice, rode the man, his dark men groping her minor breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her human foot, her vauntingly tits jiggling, and snapped Dean a salute.

"audio frequency,"James Dean commanded, sitting down at 271 's seat.

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

"Fuck me !"moaned the man."Ride my cock, Alice ! I love it !"

"Yes, yes !"she moaned, full of passion."I love your cock, Marco ! Oh, fuck ! I love it !"

"Cum for me, my beloved !"moaned the man.

"I am, Marco !"Her back arched, his hands rolling pink teat between his fingers."Oh, yes ! I love it !"

She kept riding him, leaning over so her blackness hair fell in a drape about their faces, hiding them. phone of passionate kissing echoed through the talker. Marco flipped them over and thrust hard into her, knocking the headboard of the bed into the wall, adding a staccato bang to their lovemaking.

"I love it !"she gasped."Cum in me, my love !"

I glanced at Master 's face. ail clenched his forehead. His hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn fuzz. She pulled his shaft out, sucking it into her brim as his hand forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his wife and her lover 's passionate embrace.

"Fuck me, get laid me !"Alice moaned over and over."I love you ! sustain fucking me !"

dean shoved Mercedes 's point all the way down his cock, muttering under his breath. He grunted, and it took me a mo to realize he was dumping his cum down her pharynx. He let go, and Mercedes stumbled back gasping for breath.

Marco let out a low moan, hammering Alice and then collapsed on her, satiated himself."You are so beautiful,"Marco whispered."My lovely peach."

She snuggled against his brawny body, her fingers toying with his melanize chest hair."You are so insatiable,"she purred."I love it."

Marco glanced at the clock."I need to go to work,"he said.

"Bah, arrest in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your wife call in sick for you and wee love to me."

"I 'll get in trouble,"he protested."I called in just three days ago."

"Do n't you love me ?"

"Of course I do ! You are the fervency of my life."

"That 's nice,"she giggled."William Tell me more."

"My someone sings praise to your heavenly beauty. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all creation ! Your chest are hone, round and alcoholic and your hip joint drive me to distraction. Your lips are to the full, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

She sighed, kissing him."I love you so much, Marco. So stick around nursing home with me."

"enough,"doyen snarled."274, send your guards in."

"At once, sir,"the black bodyguard saluted."275, 273 take the front. 271, 272 the behind. 276, you stay with me to hold Dean."

"Ma'am,"the five bodyguard 's saluted.

I watched in astonishment as they surged out. There was a strength to the bodyguard 's movements, a fury of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the house, their guns drawn. I shivered, once accelerator pedal killed M every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. human race was free of criminal offense. We all obeyed the immortal'police. People only died from nausea, stroke, and old age.

I followed my skipper out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the front threshold while 271 and 272 circled the house to the backyard. They moved with such danger. I had never met anyone I thought would actually hurt me until now. These woman knew how to put violence.

I was n't surely what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the like prison term. 275 crashed her articulatio humeri into the doorway, darting in followed by 273. There was a frightened shout from a woman—probably Marco 's wife. Marco and his married woman would have been matched at a Loretta Young age, selected for compatible personality and sexual preference by the aptitude test and their schooling teachers.

"clear,"274 's voice cracked over the wireless."There 's a female, a male, and Alice."

Dean rushed to the mansion. I followed.

A plain, dark skinned fair sex, knelt in the substance of the kitchen, her cheek calm. She knew to obey the bodyguards. Every citizen knew the God'third commandments : Obey interpreter of the Theocracy without hesitation.

And everyone recognized a fellow member of the bodyguard. They were elite group women, only three hundred member, who guarded the Gods and their best-loved handmaid. These fair sex were all veterans of the daimon state of war. Some had even helped to bring down the False God Brandon and defended the god during the Miracle.

James Dean did n't even front at Marco 's wife. He strode into the bedroom and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, sour musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another pair of escort. Alice lounged on the rumpled bed, not covering her nakedness, her thighs obscenely spread to indicate the result of their love. I could see faint bruise on her breasts and cervix. No, hickeys.

"You finally found me,"she smiled at her husband, sounding as calm as if she had just woken up from a quietus.

James Byron Dean stared down at Marco."Your job, citizen !"he growled.

"Code inspector, city of manila, Territory of the Filipino, District of Oceanica, sir !"he answered promptly.

"Not anymore,"Dean growled."You work the mines. 275, see that he 's chastised."

"Right away, sir,"275 answered and the two bodyguards dragged Marco out of the room.

"mustiness you always banish my lovers to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, tell them to block up hitting Marco."

275 froze, glancing at Dean. When he did n't contravene Alice, she saluted and left the room.

"Why do you maintain doing this ?"Dean demanded of his wife, glaring at her.

"Because a woman needs to experience rage in her life,"she answered, staring at him."To be loved and adored."She gave a wicked giggle."And Marco is very cute."

"I love you, Alice."

There was so very much pain in his voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this ugly woman see what her natural action were doing to him ? Did she not care that she shredded his soul with her deportment ? I ignored my training and allowed myself to hate my Mistress.

"You 're frightening at showing you love me, Dean."Her eyes narrowed, bother creeping into her row."You get too caught up in your study. So, of course my heart are going to wander."

"And the fact that I care plenty to track you down every time you disappear on one of you affairs ..."His eyes widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still be intimate you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that intend ?"

A dreamy smiling flitted across her side."I also fall in love."

"You love Marco ?"he asked, his nerve falling, his voice trembling.

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our loves were great bonfires burning brightly. But the fuel does n't utmost long and the fire burns out. I was already finding Marco tiresome. He was always wanting to work out instead of paying attention to me."

"So you do n't love me ?"Dean demanded, the anger returning.

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her weaponry around his neck. He stiffened but did n't root for away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his eyes."Our love is the stone our liveliness together is built on—our foundation. It maybe deadening, but it 's unattackable and lasting. Strong enough to weather any obstacle."

"Like your infidelities."It was n't a question, but an accusation.

"Yes, and your negligence. But I am good-for-naught for hurting you. These fiery passion burn so bright, it blinds me to our love."

"That 's why you hurt me so much ?"he roared, grabbing her arms and pushing her away from him."Because you forget you enjoy me ?"

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel heart were violent."But you ca n't brush aside me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with easy Passion of Christ."Instead, you track me down and bear witness just how much you love me. Look at you. You 're full of passion. It makes me feel so alive !"

She kissed him and they melted together, his hands roaming her back, squeezing her ass. They fell onto the bed, still tangled about each former and her fingers deftly undid his belt and gasp and found his cock. She stroked it and guided it between their thighs.

It was n't lovemaking or fucking. It was pure, animalistic rutting.

The bed pounded against the headboards, their bodies writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each early 's flesh. Her fingernails scratched left red tracks across his back.

"I bet you 're so horny,"centime whispered in my ear, her defenseless body pressing against my spinal column ; her nipples to hard points and her pubic hair sonant as silk on my ass. Her finger found my pussy, sliding into my depths."They always are like this after they reunite."

"nooky me, jazz me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! Make me forget Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

"I am ! Oh, fuck !"She screamed her climax for all of Manila to hear.

cent 's digit wormed inside me, the blackguard of her script grinding on my clit. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't engage my eyes off my superior. I had never seen anything like it in my animation. It was raw. Passion at its purest. lustfulness at it 's most powerful, distilled to remove honey, affection, compassion, pity, degradation. Even hatred and anger were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on cent 's finger so many times as I witnessed my superior 's passion.

They used so many positions. He must have taken a magical sildenafil citrate, because he came in her mouthpiece, her pussy, and her ass over and over. The room filled with their potent olfactory property and the bed seemed sticky with cunt juice and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, Dean 's arms wrapped around his wife from behind, his fingers gently playing with her breasts while he nuzzled at her neck opening. A felicitous smile filled her face."I love you, Dean,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

"Maybe next clip I wo n't come after you."

"You will. You love me,"she stated with conviction.

"Which makes me more the motley fool for putting up with this."I wanted to cry, his vocalisation was so bitter, so hopeless.

Tears welled in her hazel oculus."I do n't merit your love,"she whispered."I 'm a dreaded person. But I do jazz you. It 's because you seem to manage about me despite my flaws. You 're a better person that I 'll ever be, Dean."

James Byron Dean turned Alice 's face and wiped away her teardrop."Why ca n't you just stop running away from me ?"

"I 'll try,"she sniffed."If you try to testify you love me more often."

"I 'll crop on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

Alice looks over at me, her optic lighting up."She looks just like Blessed Virgin. Is she my new toy ?"

"I paid $ 20 million for her,"Dean answered.

She smiled like I was a man of expensive jewelry."Come here and clean my cunt up,"she smiled."I love seeing Mary 's face from between my thighs."

I knelt at the bed, trying to veil my hatred of this charwoman. Why did they stay together ? I buried my face in her cunt, hating every second of it. Why could n't I just belong to James Dean ? But I was a slave. I could n't choose who I pleasured. Dean gave me to Alice, I was her gift, her toy.

Forever .