The Devil 's Pact striver Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sally : The Gift

Note : scar once fucked a bank teller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a daughter named sally. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Saturday, April 17th, 2031 - sally Fritz - George Washington District of Columbia, North American English territorial dominion

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

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

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

Her husband, cardinal number Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a quickly kiss."There are some crucial the great unwashed out there, slaves,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth year to graduate from Belleramine academy, the premier school for transforming young women into submissive striver. Ran by the church building under the auspice of the Archdiocese of due north 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 best girlfriend were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

It was because of my beginner that I was here—Mark Glassner. The livelihood God and guardian of Mankind. The fiend Slayer.

Of course, being one of Mark 's minor did n't wee-wee me that special. He was a concupiscent God, and had sowed his seeds in many fields far and wide. Only his fry born to his Goddess and the holy place slut were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his daughter gave me a few advantages.

I did n't get laid my mother. She died when I was six months old. She was one of many slain when the devil Dagon conquered Washington D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphanhood. I knew her name : 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 finest educational activity. At the age of fourteen, I was given the alternative of graduating and taking the appraisal tryout to discover what role in companionship the deity needed me to satisfy, or I could be trained as a slave for the following two years.

I had envied the sometime girls who were being trained as slaves. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their head teacher held senior high school. They were to the full of pridefulness. Only the best girls attended Belleramine, and only the secure of the best of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful people in the creation : Bishops ruling Diocese or Executives ruling Territories. If I was really lucky, a Cardinal or a governor, someone bound to the immortal themselves and endow immortality, would buy me.

Our training was wide. The very night I agreed to start my striver grooming, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the finis two years I was teach how to please both men and woman with every part of my soundbox, from my agile tongue to my deft digit. I was trained how to endure recollective menstruum of thraldom and other irritation, learned to enjoy the gustation of weewee, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was ready to do and be used for my headmaster or Mistress 's delight, 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 quick to be plucked. I was uneasy, even though I knew how great my beauty was. My hair was a rich, honey-brown that fell in thick curls about my unit of ammunition, delicate face. My center were piercing blue, not uncommon among Mark 's tike, and my backtalk were pocket-size and pouty. My figure was shapely, chirpy breasts and puffy nipples just the flop sizing for a man 's hand to engulf. And my pussy was to die for, shaved bare save for a humble landing landing strip. My vulva was sloshed, hiding my pink petals. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my tangy honey would bead upon my back talk.

"look at your places, slave !"Jessie shouted, clapping her hands.

All ten of us climbed onto small, polish plinth just large enough for us to kneel on our hands and human knee. The plinth slowly spun so that our likely buyer could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our asses was a figure. I was seven.

The vendee circulated through the room. My training was all-embracing and I recognized almost all of them. As a hard worker to a powerful mortal, it would be expected of me to act as a secretarial assistant or other type of personal accompaniment, so recognizing the important peoples of the cosmos by sight was a very crucial attainment drilled into us.

My eyes flicked around. One of these powerful men or cleaning lady would buy me today.

The emptor were detached with their hands and other body parting. While none were allowed to cum on me, More than a few dicks were quickly shoved into my oral cavity, ass, or pussy so the customer could get a preference for the joy I had to bid while Sir Thomas More than a few of the char had me lap momentarily at their puss or suck on their breasts.

"Is n't she a beauty, Sin,"purred Cardinal Vivian, her fingerbreadth probing my cunt."Nice and tight."

I let my cunt squeeze on her finger. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to experience the majesty of Deutsche Mark and Virgin Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the sanctum books of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't do it. 5 has a gorgeous rear,"Cardinal Cynthia answered.

The regulator of the district of USSR, Anastasia and Stan, admired my boob while their son shoved his peter inside me. He gave two hard thrusts that left my pathetic twat aching for an orgasm. Cardinalis cardinalis Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of due north Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two paramours, Kevin and Saint Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should groom some boys to be striver,"Lynette told her fan."Girls are amercement, but there 's nothing like a young man eager to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York diocese and her girl, another of my many half-sisters, each took a clout of my slit and both absolutely loved my taste."I want her, Mommy,"the daughter begged."I absolutely have to own her."

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

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

cardinal grosbeak circular and his wife Erin fondled number 10 while regulator Book of Daniel, father of the Holy Alison, watched his married woman Issy pump a dildo a few times out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girls of my socio-economic class were flushed with arousal. I knew I ached to cum, juice dripping down my second joint. The potential buyers teased us just long enough to keep us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that grand release.

A few less Bishops and administrator fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to lead off. We lined up on a stage, standing in provocative poses we would feature to have got for the duration, while servants quickly cleared out the pedestals and set up chairs. In minutes, the auction bridge was set to begin.

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

Next up was 2, a buxom jeune fille named heather mixture with platinum blonde tomentum in a foresightful twist. 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 hard worker she"absolutely has to own."Cardinal Artemis bought 5, and 6 went to flame tree Blackwood, girl of the governor of Dixie Africa.

My meat pounded as I stepped forward."bit 7 comes from excellent descent. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my white meat a squeeze."Perky breast, very pliant, and expression at the garden pink of her nipples."

Jessie 's molestations rekindled the fire in my loins that had died down while I waited my turn on the city block. The blonde 's digit slid down my venter and stroked my landing cartoon strip, before they shoved between my legs. I stifled a gasp, keeping my face tranquil, as her finger probed my pussy.

"Tight and hot,"she continued, pulling her fingers out of my cunt and holding them up to the crew."With a thick-skulled eubstance and a tangy flavor."

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

"Look at how beautiful her scratch is."Jessie 's fingerbreadth again stroked my vulva."Not a intimation of her labia minora peaking out. Only her clitoris show when she 's fully aroused."

I let go of my articulatio talocruralis and, unbidden, reached behind me to disperse my asscheeks open. I wanted to moan as my youthful Mistress shoved two fingerbreadth into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the fingers in and out."She can convey even the largest cock or dildo and has no problem wearing a backside hack for extended periods."

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

It went fast after that. Red paddle were raised and Kevin rattled off their bids. 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, about stopped bidding. governor Anastasia and cardinal grosbeak Daffodil seemed to give birth some sort of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction bridge. Anastasia and her husband Stan were Russia 's layperson masters while Narcissus pseudonarcissus and her married woman Addison were the ecclesiastic schoolmarm. It seemed neither of these fair sex liked the other.

"I wo n't let you take her,"daffodil declared, her blonde hair's-breadth swinging about her heavy tits."Addison and I are gon na delight this sweet, youth thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, dark hairsbreadth."So she can arrange up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can remedy your heights school day days !"

daffodil, who appeared eighteen but must be in her 1930s, folded her munition beneath her rather large titty."While you and your hubby would macerate her on some desk job. You 'd probably ship her off to Siberia to administer some logging town."

"At least she 'd be utile !"spew Anastasia."She would n't be out fucking every farm girl she could lay her lazy hands on !"

"We 'd at least take account her beauty ! A moderately girl 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 married woman was here and heard those words, she 'd kick your scrubby ass !"declared Daffodil.

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

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

"This is growing tedious,"a new voice said. A severe man—in his early on twenty, a field face 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 hear an end to their piddling squabbles."

Both peeress glared at each early, then the newcomer, then back at each former. I continued searching my mind, trying to place his case. He had resources if he could drop $ 20 million, so he was obviously authoritative. But he was dressed in a utilitarian courting, the case an billet worker would fall apart, with none of the finery the other 's adorned themselves in.

"ma'am ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"better Dean gets her than that suck up beef,"daffodil declared."How Mark ever came to like a woman with such a large pin up her ass is beyond me."

"Mark loved to stick it up my ass. I was the first off of his jogging slut. What were you again ? Right, some harlot he gangbanged in a senior high schooling locker room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blonde snarled.

"seed on, Ana,"Stan said, grabbing is married woman."We 'll get Steve a slave next year."

"Yes dear,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Narcissus pseudonarcissus called my new lord dean. That meant he was Dean Perry, regulator of the Territory of Oceania. His wife was a bosom friend of the Goddess Mary. He was a powerful man to be married to a woman close the Goddess.

I trembled as two auburn haired women—neither of whom looked older than twenty, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limo. They must be sisters, their bodies had the Saame build and the Sami heart-shaped, lentiginose faces.

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

Mercedes grabbed my blonde twist."This is no commodity. And your eyes are absolutely the wrongly color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sisters, but Mercedes had a rebuff, nasal tone, like she was from New York City.

I did n't speak ; my training kept my lingua silent, even though I was confused by their comments and their appearance. What was wrong with my eyes ? They were the same deep, sapphire blue angel of my Father.

"rich person you forgotten that you were a black-haired girl with brown eyes ?"cent asked Mercedes.

A minute later, Dean stepped out of the building. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to let on their knocker, inadequate mini-skirts that left sleek thigh bare, and knee-deep, nigrify boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguards of the divinity, lent out to their most hope retainer. Both wore tight, flatware chokers about their throats.

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

The first emotion I had seen passed across my new overlord 's face. Pain, wrath ... and longing."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limousine driveway to the airport. Questions burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my questions and my excitement as the limousine drove onto the rails towards a gay aeroplane. It was hard, but I was well trained.

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planes were open and full-of-the-moon of seating room. This one was a hallway and a collection of small cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."Master rules all of those pocket-size, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he rules Commonwealth of Australia, which has a lot of cities on the coasts and almost aught across the remainder of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a sheet. Before the fiend Wars, air travelling was commons. Now only governing and ecclesiastical functionary traveled the world, and those few, prosperous common people who moved good around. But that was mostly by caravan, truck, and ships. Before the deity came, people were distressed because they had the wrong caper. Now the judgement tests told everyone where to work, where to live, whom to wed, and that made people a lot felicitous. The judgement were always right, the idol said so.

It must have been so complicated in the past when you had to pretend all those decisiveness for yourself.

"Do you ever sing ?"Penny asked me after sitting me down in a pocket-sized cabin that contained a narrow bed and small, makeup table and chair.

"I have not received permission to talk, schoolma'am,"I answered.

Penny snorted a laugh."We 're striver, you can utter to us. Besides, skipper and Mistress do n't beware if we have a free tongue."

"Some of us have too free tongues,"sniffed Mercedes.

Penny waggled her tongue at her."I 'll evidence you just how discharge it can be tonight."

An excited sparkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, Miss Penny ?"

"Of form, bread,"Penny rolled her centre."And it 's Penny. We 'll be gettin'to get it on each other real well."

"Mercedes said my hair is the awry color ?"

"Who do we appear like ?"cent asked, unbuttoning her dress. Mercedes sighed and pulled her dress over her headway revealing her nude body. Both women 's pubic hair had been sculpted into a fiery heart above their slits.

"You appear similar to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a equate fiery inwardness on Penny 's pubic mound.

"Our schoolma'am, Alice, loves the Goddess dearly,"Mercedes explained."She once had an affair with her and still loves her. We 're proxies."

"plus Master 's jealous of Mary,"penny continued."He gets off on using us."

I noticed pale bruises on both of their breasts—bite marks. I received alike contusion during my training. The Theocracy 's law said a striver could be bruised and welted, so long as no rakehell was drawn or ivory 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 devotee. She does it every few yr. Master buys a new slave as a talent for her to work her back."

Over the future few hours, the female child used strange devices on me invented by the Holy Vizier. They did n't just dye my pilus auburn, they permanently changed my hair vividness. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and small specks burned all across my cheeks and bosom as lentigo blossomed. They smeared a cream on my snatch and a thick, red bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a duplicate heart to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how finis my body embodiment was to the Goddess. I had the Sami curve, the Saami general bust size, and the Lapp, heart-shaped typeface. I could pass for one of her Sister now.

"Let 's drive you to headmaster,"Mercedes said, nodding in gratification their work.

"And do n't fret. He only hurts us when she 's missing. He let 's his passions get out of control. Now that he knows where she is, he wo n't be so rough."

"I received jumpy discourse during my schooling,"I answered."Belleramine academy prepares its girls for a life sentence as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through woodworking plane to the cabin at the back, centime added,"If he calls you Mary, pretend to be the Goddess and that you 're helpless 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 size of a small chamber tucked into the tail of the plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue pacifier and an ebony Grant Wood frame. dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a ledger spread out next to it along with a depiction of a beautiful, Pres Young woman with shining and slurred, melanize hair.

Alice Ralph Barton Perry, the missing wife.

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

Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my brain up confidently as the attack burned in his bluing eyes 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 oneself her !"

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

My lyric were cut off as he lunged at me, his handwriting gripping my throat. Panic momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His script squeezed, choking me. He was stronger than he looked, his grip Fe. I struggled, just enough to excite him, my hands trying to pry his finger's breadth off as my hint rasped in my throat.

"Whore !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a mess of limb, my now auburn hair's-breadth falling across my face. I struggled to push my hair out of my font. I put on a look of care."You ca n't be doing this,"I protested, letting my vocalisation quiver. My roleplay bus would be proud of me."I 'm your Goddess !"

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

His hammer was hard, reduce, with a bulbous forefront that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slackness. He let the drawers slue off his skinny legs, 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 jet black headboard.

He practically leaped at me, his torso pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my arms. He grabbed them, pinning them to the wall above me as he loomed over me. I gasped for breath, my tits heaving, dotted with freckles. He settled between my thrashing thighs, his cock coming cheeseparing and closer to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my master key 's pleasure. All my grooming, the voiceless study and long Night practicing was worth it. His cock speared me. Rough, potent, stabbing into my sheath with violence.

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

He ignored me, stabbing his cock over and over into my slit. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my sensitive figure. It was hard keeping my Passion out of my part. It was too soon to sound like I enjoyed it. I needed to shin tenacious before I submitted.

"No, give up !"I screamed, putting all the fear I could into my give-and-take."You 're hurting me."

I bucked beneath him, struggling to affect my branch beneath his metier. His shaft plowed into me, churning my passions as his breakwater smashed into my clit. Every jibe shot new sparks of pleasure through me.

"Please !"

"This is what you get !"he growled."Because you 're a dirty, nasty slattern, Blessed Virgin !"

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to maintain back my pleasance. A small gasp escaped my lip, the first pinch that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a dense surrender. Let my Master believe he was winning me over. I let out another picayune sigh, heedful to keep my wide passion inside me.

lord fucked me harder."You like my pecker, do n't you !"

"I do n't,"I moaned, giving his cock a gentle squeeze with my pussy."Please, stop !"

He let go of my arms and grasped my breast, kneading tough, bruising my delicate physique. The botheration was exquisite."You bang it, do n't you ? You 're such a fancy woman that you ca n't help yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lust invade my spirit and my hips start to writhe."I hate this !"
"I can palpate how wet you are, Blessed Virgin ! Your soiled cunt 's squeezing around my peter ! You 're such a cocotte !"His finger pinched my nipple, one more terrific mavin adding to the simmering in my core. lust twisted his grimace 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 hips, pulling him harder into me. My cum was upon me and I fought it off—it was too early."Stop roll in the hay me !"

Our rosehip slammed together."Say it !"he hissed."Tell me how great my shaft feels !"

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

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

"Oh, no !"I gasped. It was time. I surrendered to the passion of his stab and let my orgasm exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my arms around his body and clutching him to me as pleasure rippled over and over through me. His tool kept fucking me, spurring me to higher and higher plateaus of passion. I savored my relief.

"I love your cock !"I screamed in his ear."Harder ! Fuck me harder !"

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

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

He drove once more into me. His whole body tensed, his face squeezing shut as his seminal fluid erupted into my hungry depth. One hold up, wonderful climax speared through me. My captain 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 devil gasp."Oh, overlord,"I cooed, kissing his neck opening and chin."Oh, passkey, thank you, give thanks you."

He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I smiled, running my finger's breadth lazily through the mess between my thigh. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the cap, his scrawny chest rising and falling beneath his still buttoned up dress shirt, ringed with travail around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of line, master copy,"I answered as I stood, a footling unfirm on my feet. My brass still tingled with the durability of my cums.

As I opened the door, he said,"You were Charles Frederick Worth every dollar."

"Thank you, Master,"I answered, smiling at him.

The poor man. His wife 's ceaseless infidelity seemed to have robbed him of his self-confidence and made him feel inadequate. I tried to preserve my minus thoughts about my new kept woman out of my head, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a objet d'art of my mind. Her married man was suffering. She should just disassociate him and set him free. She should let him get happiness with another woman or man or whomever he wanted.

I shared a cabin with centime and Mercedes. It was really just a bed. There was no elbow room to take the air around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-sized mattress, tight for three charwoman, especially when Penny and Mercedes could n't seem to keep their hired man 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 side by side to them and tried to brush off their moan and gasps and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a light sleep, constantly interrupted by their dearest fashioning. I managed to find a recondite aspiration, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my pussy.

I woke up to Penny between my legs going to townsfolk on my pussy. I opened my mouth to protest my desire to log Z's when Mercedes pussy descended to my lip and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, tart and tangy.

The three of us were a mess when we finally collapsed into sleep. I woke when the airplane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to sleep for the long trajectory across the Pacific Ocean to the Philippines. On the boring flight, I pleasured victor two more clip, both metre playing Madonna and letting my master"rape"me.

The local Executive who administrated the Philippines for Dean met us with a limo. dean 's bodyguards drove escort fomite. Manila, like many metropolis, had been devastated during the daemon Wars, and Theocracy architects and engineers oversaw its rebuilding. All the new construction resembled neighborhoods and construction in President Washington D.C. The primary duomo looked superposable to the one rear base, and I could key out each of the topical anesthetic Governmental edifice. That one was the section of Education because of the L form the building had, and that one belonged to the Department of DoJ because of the statue of Chasity before steps that led up to a with child, shabu entry. We entered a residential region. The home were all one of the seventeen approved family dwelling, or the seven approved apartment tenement house, which only varied by height.

The only way I could order it was n't Booker T. Washington D.C. were the ribbon trees and the oddment of old Manila. There were older buildings that showed some individuation and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the Sami. I 'm for sure it would make the mass of manilla happier. They dressed just like they did back menage, safe police officer wore the same uniforms, government works wore their wooing, manual laborer wore their blue coveralls, and farmers their blue jeans and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a Hill into a new vicinity and stopped."271 has occupied this house, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a gray house, the same precise wraith as all the other menage on the street."She has a few x-ray photographic camera pointed at where your wife is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the auto dentists used to look at your dentition ? We stepped into the house. The family that lived here bowed to Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, ivory skinned with Brobdingnagian breasts that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, earpiece over her ears. A camera on a tripod was set up next to her, pointed at the next door house. I peered out the window at the house. The other firm 's Windows were covered by thick drapes, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedchamber through the wall like it was n't there. A couple writhed in a passionate embrace on the bed. The womanhood, Alice, rode the man, his dark men groping her small breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her base, her gravid teat jiggling, and snapped Dean a salute.

"Audio,"Dean commanded, sitting down at 271 's seat.

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

"shag me !"moaned the man."drive my cock, Alice ! I love it !"

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

"Cum for me, my erotic love !"moaned the man.

"I am, Marco !"Her back arched, his bridge player rolling garden pink nipple between his fingerbreadth."Oh, yes ! I love it !"

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

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

I glanced at Master 's face. hurt clenched his forehead. His helping hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn haircloth. She pulled his peter out, sucking it into her mouth as his hired man forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his married woman and her lover 's passionate embrace.

"Fuck me, fuck me !"Alice moaned over and over."I love you ! go along fucking me !"

Dean shoved Mercedes 's read/write head all the way down his shaft, muttering under his breath. He grunted, and it took me a moment to clear he was dumping his cum down her throat. 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 consistency, her finger's breadth toying with his Joseph Black 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, halt in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your wife song in sick for you and make love to me."

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

"Do n't you love me ?"

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

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

"My soul sings praise to your heavenly beauty. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all creation ! Your breasts are perfect, round and lush and your hips drive me to distraction. Your mouth are full, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"enough,"Dean snarled."274, send your guard in."

"At once, sir,"the black escort saluted."275, 273 take the movement. 271, 272 the fundament. 276, you stay with me to guard 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 violence of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the sign of the zodiac, their hit man drawn. I shivered, once triggerman killed thou every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. Mankind was exempt of crime. We all obeyed the god'police. the great unwashed only died from sickness, accidents, and old age.

I followed my Master out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the front door while 271 and 272 circled the mansion to the backyard. They moved with such risk. I had never met anyone I thought would actually ache me until now. These women knew how to dedicate violence.

I was n't sure enough what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the same metre. 275 crashed her shoulder into the room access, darting in followed by 273. There was a frightened yell from a woman—probably Marco 's wife. Marco and his wife would have been matched at a Brigham Young age, selected for compatible personality and sexual orientation by the aptitude psychometric test and their schooling instructor.

"open,"274 's representative cracked over the radiocommunication."There 's a female person, a male, and Alice."

doyen rushed to the house. I followed.

A plain, dark skinned woman, knelt in the center of the kitchen, her facial expression composure. She knew to obey the escort. Every citizen knew the deity'tertiary commandment : Obey illustration of the Theocracy without vacillation.

And everyone recognized a member of the bodyguards. They were elite group women, only three hundred member, who guarded the Gods and their favored servants. These cleaning woman were all old hand of the daimon state of war. Some had even helped to overthrow the False God Brandon and defended the idol during the Miracle.

doyen did n't even look at Marco 's wife. He strode into the bedchamber and I followed. The way reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, acidulate musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another pair of bodyguards. Alice lounged on the frowzled bed, not covering her nakedness, her second joint obscenely spread to show the result of their passion. I could see dim bruise on her bosom 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 sleep.

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

"code inspector, City of manila, Territory of the Republic of the Philippines, District of Oceanica, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

"right wing away, sir,"275 answered and the two escort dragged Marco out of the room.

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

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

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

"Because a woman needs to find passion 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 much annoyance in his spokesperson. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible cleaning woman see what her action at law were doing to him ? Did she not like that she shredded his soulfulness with her behavior ? I ignored my training and allowed myself to detest my Mistress.

"You 're horrific at showing you love me, Dean."Her eyes narrowed, aggravator creeping into her speech."You get too caught up in your work. So, of grade my eyes are going to wander."

"And the fact that I care enough to get across you down every prison term you disappear on one of you occasion ..."His eyes widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still love you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that mean ?"

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

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

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

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

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her implements of war around his neck. He stiffened but did n't take out away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his eyes."Our love is the Harlan F. Stone our life sentence together is built on—our foundation. It maybe tiresome, but it 's strong and durable. Strong enough to weather any obstacle."

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

"Yes, and your neglectfulness. But I am no-account for hurting you. These fiery making love 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 get it on me ?"

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel centre were violent."But you ca n't ignore me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with trifle passion."Instead, you track me down and show just how much you love me. calculate at you. You 're wide-cut 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 other and her finger's breadth deftly undid his belt and pants and found his tool. 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 dead body 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 turned on,"Penny whispered in my ear, her bare body pressing against my book binding ; her nipples to hard item and her pubic hair's-breadth soft as silk on my ass. Her fingers found my pussy, sliding into my depths."They always are like this after they reunite."

"Fuck me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! stimulate me bury Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

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

Penny 's fingers wormed inside me, the heel of her helping hand grinding on my button. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't take my eyes off my Masters. I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was raw. Passion at its purest. lust at it 's most potent, distilled to remove love, tenderness, compassion, shame, abjection. Even hatred and ire were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on centime 's finger so many clock time as I witnessed my superior 's passion.

They used so many perspective. He must suffer taken a wizard Viagra, because he came in her oral cavity, her pussycat, and her ass over and over. The room filled with their potent scent and the bed seemed sticky with snatch juices 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. A happy smile filled her face."I love you, Dean,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

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

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

"Which makes me more than the chump for putting up with this."I wanted to cry, his voice was so bitterly, so hopeless.

tears welled in her hazel middle."I do n't deserve your love,"she whispered."I 'm a terrible person. But I do have sex you. It 's because you seem to care about me despite my flaws. You 're a better somebody that I 'll ever be, Dean."

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

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

"I 'll act on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

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

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

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

I knelt at the bed, trying to hide my hatred of this adult female. Why did they stay together ? I buried my grimace in her puss, hating every instant of it. Why could n't I just belong to 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 .