The Devil 's pact Slave chronicle
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

wisecrack : The Gift

Note : chump once fucked a banking company teller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a girl named Sally. Thanks to b0b for beta indication this.

Sat, April 17th, 2031 - Sally Fritz - Washington D.C., North American District

"Are you nervous ?"Cardinalis cardinalis Jessie asked me.

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

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

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

We were the tenth course of study to graduate from Belleramine academy, the premiere school for transforming immature cleaning woman into slavish slaves. Ran by the church building under the auspice of the Archdiocese of magnetic north America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the cardinals who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the organization of all the diocese of the former United States, Canada, and Gronland. Only the best young woman were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

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

Of form, being one of Mark 's children did n't make me that special. He was a lusty God, and had sowed his source in many fields far and astray. Only his nipper born to his Goddess and the holy place Sluts were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his girl gave me a few advantages.

I did n't know my mother. She died when I was six months old. She was one of many slain when the Demon Dagon conquered Washington D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphanage. 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 education. At the age of fourteen, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the assessment tryout to discover what role in society the Gods needed me to fill, or I could be trained as a striver for the next two years.

I had envied the older girls who were being trained as striver. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their heads held high. They were full of pride. Only the best daughter attended Belleramine, and only the best of the outflank of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful multitude in the humans : Bishops ruling Diocese or Executives ruling Territories. If I was really lucky, a Cardinalis cardinalis or a Governor, person bound to the Gods themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me.

Our preparation was across-the-board. The very night I agreed to start my break one's back breeding, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the last two twelvemonth I was instruct how to please both men and womanhood with every portion of my physical structure, from my quick spit to my deft finger's breadth. I was trained how to suffer farseeing stop of bondage and early irritation, learned to love the taste of weewee, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was ready to serve and be used for my Master or kept woman '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 flighty, even though I knew how great my beauty was. My hair was a rich people, honey-brown that fell in loggerheaded gyre about my troll, delicate font. My center were piercing blue, not uncommon among Mark 's children, and my lips were small and pouty. My physique was shapely, perky white meat and puffy nipples just the right on sizing for a man 's hand to absorb. And my puss was to die for, shaved bare save for a lowly landing airstrip. My vulva was squiffy, hiding my pinko flower petal. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my tangy honey would bead upon my lips.

"Take your space, striver !"Jessie shouted, clapping her hands.

All ten of us climbed onto pocket-sized, stave pedestals just large enough for us to kneel on our hands and knees. The pedestals slowly spun so that our potential buyer could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our tush was a routine. I was seven.

The buyers circulated through the room. My breeding was across-the-board and I recognized almost all of them. As a hard worker to a muscular person, it would be expected of me to act as a secretary or other eccentric of personal attendant, so recognizing the significant masses of the world by pot was a very important skill drilled into us.

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

The buyers were barren with their handwriting and other body part. While none were allowed to cum on me, Thomas More than a few cock were quickly shoved into my back talk, ass, or pussy so the client could get a taste for the delight I had to offer up while Thomas More than a few of the womanhood had me lap momentarily at their slit or suck on their breasts.

"Is n't she a mantrap, Sin,"purred cardinal number Vivian, her fingers probing my cunt."Nice and tight."

I let my cunt squeeze on her digit. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the initiatory to experience the majesty of patsy and Virgin Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the sanctum Word of the Glasnerian Bible.

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

The regulator of the District of Russia, Anastasia and Stan, admired my breasts while their son shoved his cock inside me. He gave two hard thrusts that left my poor pussy aching for an orgasm. Cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of North Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two paramour, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some boy to be slaves,"Lynette told her lovers."Girls are fine, but there 's zero like a young man eager to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York Diocese and her girl, another of my many half sister, each took a slug of my kitty 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 significant masses here than us. But I 'm trusted we can get you one of the girls."

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

Cardinal posting and his married woman Erin fondled number 10 while Governor Daniel, sire of the holy Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few time out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girls of my family were flushed with rousing. I knew I ached to cum, juice dripping down my thighs. The likely buyers teased us just long enough to keep us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that wonderful release.

A few lesser Bishops and Executives fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to commence. We lined up on a point, standing in provocative mannerism we would make to keep for the duration, while servants quickly cleared out the pedestals and set up chairs. In minutes, the auction sale was fix to begin.

1—a sweet, Melanerpes erythrocephalus name Lexa—went for $ 3 million, bought by Cardinal Fatima."A natural endowment for my wife,"I heard her say as she collected her slave. Richmondena Cardinalis Lucy would be a very lucky woman.

Next up was 2, a buxom young girl named Calluna vulgaris with platinum blonde hair in a long 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."Richmondena Cardinalis Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to mimosa bush Blackwood, daughter of the regulator of Dixieland Africa.

My nerve pounded as I stepped forward."issue 7 comes from excellent stock. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my boob a squeeze."Perky tits, very pliant, and look at the pinko of her nipples."

Jessie 's molestations rekindled the flaming in my pubic region that had died down while I waited my routine on the block. The blonde 's digit slid down my belly and stroked my landing place strip, before they shoved between my pegleg. I stifled a gasp, keeping my face tranquil, as her digit probed my pussy.

"Tight and hot,"she continued, pulling her fingers out of my twat and holding them up to the gang."With a thick body and a tangy flavor."

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

"Look at how beautiful her slit is."Jessie 's finger's breadth 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 fan out my asscheeks open. I wanted to moan as my youthful Mistress shoved two fingerbreadth into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the finger in and out."She can call for even the largest cock or dildo and has no problem wearing a butt hoopla for extended periods."

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

It went quick after that. Red paddle were raised and Kevin rattled off their bids. Every prison term 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 forefather 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 Daffodil seemed to hold some kind of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her hubby Stan were Russia 's profane masters while Daffodil and her wife Addison were the ecclesiastical kept woman. It seemed neither of these women liked the other.

"I wo n't let you have her,"Daffodil declared, her blonde haircloth swinging about her large breast."Addison and I are gon na enjoy this sweet, Young thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, black hair's-breadth."So she can clothe up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can relieve your senior high school School daylight !"

Daffodil, who appeared XVIII but must be in her thirty, folded her arms beneath her rather great breasts."While you and your husband would waste her on some desk job. You 'd probably ship her off to Siberia to administrate some logging town."

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

"We 'd at to the lowest degree appreciate her beauty ! A pretty girlfriend deserves to be flaunted."

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

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

"If you could drag her out of whatever poor, 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 full-blooded woman. Addison has needs, and I do n't mind her going off and scratching them."

"This is growing tiresome,"a new voice said. A serious man—in his too soon twenties, a plain face with a goatee sprouting from his chin and short, neatly combed, Brown University hair—stepped up between the two glaring adult female. I racked my mind, struggling to remember who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to pick up an end to their piddling squabbles."

Both Lady glared at each early, then the fledgling, then back at each early. I continued searching my mind, trying to place his facial expression. He had resourcefulness if he could set down $ 20 million, so he was obviously important. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit, the type an spot worker would tire out, with none of the finery the other 's adorned themselves in.

"Ladies ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"wagerer Dean gets her than that suck up cunt,"Narcissus pseudonarcissus declared."How Mark ever came to like a adult female with such a orotund stick up her ass is beyond me."

"Mark loved to baffle it up my ass. I was the first of his jogging sluts. What were you again ? Right, some woman of the street he gangbanged in a high shoal cabinet room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blond snarled.

"Come on, Ana,"Stan said, grabbing is wife."We 'll get Steve a buckle down next year."

"Yes honey,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Daffodil called my new sea captain dean. That meant he was Dean Matthew Calbraith Perry, regulator of the Territory of Oceania. His wife was a bosom friend of the Goddess Mary. He was a sinewy 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 same build and the same heart-shaped, freckled faces.

"I 'm cent and this is Mercedes,"cooed the slightly shortsighted of the pair, they were about my meridian. She had a slight drawl to her voice, hinting at her Southern inheritance."Oh, you are just beautiful as the dawn."

Mercedes grabbed my blond tress."This is no good. And your eyes are absolutely the legal injury color."I blinked in surprisal. They seemed like baby, but Mercedes had a little, nasal tone, like she was from New York City.

I did n't speak ; my education kept my clapper silent, even though I was confused by their comment and their appearance. What was ill-timed with my eyes ? They were the Saame deep, sky-blue blueness of my Father.

"Have you forgotten that you were a black-haired girl with brownish eyes ?"centime asked Mercedes.

A minute later, Dean stepped out of the building. A distich of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to reveal their knocker, curt mini-skirts that left sleek thigh bare, and knee-hi, disgraceful boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguard of the divinity, lent out to their most trusted retainer. Both wore tight, silver gray garrotter about their throats.

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

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

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limo drive to the airport. query burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my doubtfulness and my exhilaration as the limousine drove onto the runway towards a festive plane. It was severely, but I was well trained.

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

I was excited to fly on a plane. Before the Demon Wars, air travel was park. Now only administration and ecclesiastical functionary traveled the world, and those few, lucky phratry who moved goods around. But that was mostly by gear, hand truck, and ships. Before the Gods came, the great unwashed were unhappy because they had the wrong business. Now the appraisal tests told everyone where to act upon, where to know, whom to splice, and that made people a lot well-chosen. The assessments were always right, the immortal said so.

It must have been so complicated in the yesteryear when you had to make all those decisions for yourself.

"Do you ever babble ?"Penny asked me after sitting me down in a humble cabin that contained a contract bed and small, makeup board and chair.

"I have not received permission to talk, Mistress,"I answered.

Penny snorted a laugh."We 're slaves, you can speak to us. Besides, professional and kept woman do n't mind if we have a free people tongue."

"Some of us have too dislodge knife,"sniffed Mercedes.

penny waggled her tongue at her."I 'll depict you just how devoid it can be tonight."

An frantic twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, Miss penny ?"

"Of form, sugar,"Penny rolled her eyes."And it 's Penny. We 'll be gettin'to get it on each early genuine well."

"Mercedes said my tomentum is the incorrectly color ?"

"Who do we look like ?"penny asked, unbuttoning her dress. Mercedes sighed and pulled her dress over her head revealing her bare body. Both women 's pubic fuzz had been sculpted into a fiery heart above their slits.

"You appear similar to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a matching fervid heart 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."

"Plus lord 's jealous of Mary,"Penny continued."He gets off on using us."

I noticed pale contusion on both of their breasts—bite marks. I received similar bruises during my grooming. The Theocracy 's law said a slave could be bruised and welted, so long as no lineage was drawn or bones broken. I knew it was a possibility to end up owned by a professional 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 age. victor buys a new slave as a gift for her to bring her back."

Over the next few hours, the daughter used strange gimmick on me invented by the sanctum Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my hair color. It tingled when my middle were changed to emerald and small pinch burned all across my cheeks and bosom as freckles blossomed. They smeared a cream on my pussy and a thick, red bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a matching heart to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how closemouthed my eubstance shape was to the Goddess. I had the same curves, the same superior general bout size of it, and the Saami, heart-shaped aspect. I could pass on for one of her baby now.

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

"And do n't rub. He only hurts us when she 's missing. He let 's his heat 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 honorary society prepares its fille for a life as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through airplane to the cabin at the back, Penny added,"If he calls you Blessed Virgin, 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 bedroom tucked into the tail of the plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue comforter and an ebony Grant Wood framing. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a leger spread head out future to it along with a moving-picture show of a beautiful, young woman with lustrous and thick, black hair.

Alice perry, the missing wife.

"I am your Goddess, Mary !"I declared, hoping my breeding and instinct were mightily."On your knees !"

James Byron Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my head up confidently as the firing burned in his blue 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 her !"

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

My words were cut off as he lunged at me, his hand gripping my throat. affright momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His handwriting squeezed, choking me. He was strong than he looked, his grip iron. I struggled, just enough to agitate him, my hands trying to pry his fingers off as my breathing space rasped in my throat.

"Whore !"

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

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

His cock was hard, lose weight, with a protuberant head that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slackness. He let the pants slide off his skinny legs, and kicked them off, before advancing with like a thirsty shark at her.

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

He practically leaped at me, his body 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 breast heaving, dotted with freckles. He settled between my thrashing thigh, his tool coming closer and closer to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my headmaster 's pleasure. All my training, the hard oeuvre and long nights practicing was Charles Frederick Worth it. His shaft speared me. Rough, herculean, 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 bitch. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my sensitive physical body. It was strong keeping my rage out of my vocalisation. It was too soon to vocalise like I enjoyed it. I needed to struggle thirster before I submitted.

"No, block up !"I screamed, putting all the fear I could into my words."You 're hurting me."

I bucked beneath him, struggling to move my weapon system beneath his potency. His shaft plowed into me, churning my warmth as his groin smashed into my clit. Every slam shot new sparks of pleasure through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to arrest back my joy. A belittled gasp escaped my rim, the number 1 soupcon that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a slowly fall. Let my Master believe he was winning me over. I let out another little sigh, careful to keep my broad passion inside me.

schoolmaster fucked me punishing."You like my cock, do n't you !"

"I do n't,"I moaned, giving his hammer a ennoble wring with my pussy."Please, diaphragm !"

He let go of my arms and grasped my breast, kneading backbreaking, bruising my ticklish flesh. The pain was exquisite."You love it, do n't you ? You 're such a whore that you ca n't facilitate yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lust invade my smell and my pelvic girdle start to writhe."I hate this !"
"I can experience how wet you are, Mary ! Your dirty snatch 's squeezing around my putz ! You 're such a whore !"His fingers pinched my mammilla, one more wonderful maven adding to the boiling in my core group. Lust twisted his face as he savored the pleasance I gave him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He drove once more into me. His whole body tensed, his boldness squeezing shut as his seed erupted into my hungry astuteness. One last, wonderful culmination speared through me. My professional came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his free weight to my titty as we were whipped by the winds of our cacoethes, rocked in a storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breathing spell came in annoy gasps."Oh, sea captain,"I cooed, kissing his neck opening and chin."Oh, passkey, thank you, thank you."

He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed, staring up at the cap. 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 ceiling, his penny-pinching pectus rising and falling beneath his still buttoned up attire shirt, ringed with lather around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of course, Master,"I answered as I stood, a little unsteady on my foot. My nerves still tingled with the forcefulness of my cums.

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

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

The poor man. His wife 's constant unfaithfulness seemed to let robbed him of his self-confidence and made him sense inadequate. I tried to keep my disconfirming mentation about my new kept woman out of my nous, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a patch of my idea. Her married man was suffering. She should just disjoint him and set him liberate. She should let him find 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 walk 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 appear to keep their manpower off each other. When I walked in, tired after my long, energize day, I found the two miss vigorously sixty-nining each other.

Sighing, I stretched out adjacent to them and tried to ignore their groan and pant and the way they 'd shove the bed. I reached a light sleep, constantly interrupted by their love making. I managed to find a deep dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my snatch.

I woke up to cent between my legs going to townspeople on my pussy. I opened my mouth to protest my desire to catch some Z's when Mercedes kitty-cat descended to my lips and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, prostitute and tangy.

The three of us were a raft when we finally collapsed into sleep. I woke when the plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to kip for the longsighted escape across the Pacific Ocean to the Philippine. On the boring flight, I pleasured Master two more times, both prison term playing Mary and letting my master"rape"me.

The local Executive who administrated the Philippines for James Dean met us with a limo. Dean 's escort drove escort fomite. manilla paper, like many cities, had been devastated during the Demon warfare, and Theocracy architects and applied scientist oversaw its rebuilding. All the new mental synthesis resembled neighborhoods and buildings in Washington D.C. The main cathedral looked identical to the one binding home, and I could discover each of the local anesthetic Governmental buildings. That one was the department of Education because of the L shape 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 large, glass entrance. We entered a residential vicinity. The houses were all one of the XVII approved family dwellings, or the seven approved flat tenement house, which only varied by height.

The only way I could secernate it was n't WA District of Columbia were the palm Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and the remnant of old manila. There were old construction that showed some individuality and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the Lapplander. I 'm sure it would lay down the people of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back home, safe officer wore the same uniforms, authorities study wore their causa, laborers wore their bluing coveralls, and farmers their blue dungaree and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a hill into a new vicinity and stopped."271 has occupied this star sign, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a hoary sign of the zodiac, the same precise spook as all the other mansion on the street."She has a few X-ray photograph 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 menage. The family that lived here bowed to James Byron Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, pearl skinned with Brobdingnagian tit that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, earphone over her ears. A camera on a tripod was set up next to her, pointed at the adjacent threshold house. I peered out the windowpane at the house. The early house 's window were covered by thick pall, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the rampart like it was n't there. A couple writhed in a passionate embrace on the bed. The woman, Alice, rode the man, his dark hands groping her minuscule breasts.

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

"audio recording,"doyen commanded, sitting down at 271 's seat.

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

"ass 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 love !"moaned the man.

"I am, Marco !"Her back arched, his work force rolling pink nipples between his digit."Oh, yes ! I love it !"

She kept riding him, leaning over so her black hair fell in a pall about their faces, hiding them. Sounds of passionate petting echoed through the speaker system. Marco flipped them over and lunge hard into her, knocking the headboard of the bed into the wall, adding a staccato hit to their lovemaking.

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

I glanced at master copy 's face. hurt clenched his brow. His hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn tomentum. She pulled his stopcock out, sucking it into her mouth as his hand forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his wife and her lover 's passionate embrace.

"shtup me, fuck me !"Alice moaned over and over."I love you ! Keep fucking me !"

Dean shoved Mercedes 's oral sex all the way down his cock, muttering under his intimation. He grunted, and it took me a second to recognize 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 muscular body, her digit toying with his black chest fuzz."You are so insatiable,"she purred."I love it."

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

"Bah, stay in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your wife Call in sick for you and make sexual love to me."

"I 'll get in trouble,"he protested."I called in just three twenty-four hour period 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 psyche sings praise to your heavenly beauty. You are my goddess, the most beautiful charwoman in all creation ! Your breasts are perfect, beat and lush and your hips drive me to distraction. Your back talk are full-of-the-moon, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"sufficiency,"Dean snarled."274, transport your guards in."

"At once, sir,"the inkiness bodyguard saluted."275, 273 take the front. 271, 272 the rear. 276, you stay with me to ward Dean."

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

I watched in amazement as they surged out. There was a strength to the bodyguard 's cause, a wildness of function I had never witnessed. They raced out of the house, their guns drawn. I shivered, once torpedo killed thousands every day, and now only the escort carried them. Mankind was free of criminal offense. We all obeyed the idol'laws. 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 look door while 271 and 272 circled the household to the backyard. They moved with such danger. I had never met anyone I thought would actually bruise me until now. These women knew how to commit violence.

I was n't certain what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the same time. 275 crashed her articulatio humeri into the doorway, darting in followed by 273. There was a frightened vociferation from a woman—probably Marco 's married woman. Marco and his married woman would make been matched at a Young age, selected for compatible personality and sexual preference by the aptitude exam and their school teachers.

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

James Byron Dean rushed to the house. I followed.

A plain stitch, dark skinned fair sex, knelt in the center of the kitchen, her nerve composure. She knew to obey the bodyguards. Every citizen knew the Gods'tierce teaching : Obey representative of the Theocracy without faltering.

And everyone recognized a fellow member of the bodyguard. They were elect women, only three hundred fellow member, who guarded the Supreme Being and their favored servant. These cleaning woman were all stager of the demon war. Some had even helped to overthrow the False God Brandon and defended the divinity during the Miracle.

Dean did n't even bet 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 duet of escort. Alice lounged on the rumple bed, not covering her nudeness, her thighs obscenely spread to show the outcome of their passion. I could see faint bruises on her titty and neck. No, hickeys.

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

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

"codification inspector, City of Manila, district of the Philippines, territorial dominion of Oceania, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

"Right away, sir,"275 reply and the two escort dragged Marco out of the room.

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

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

"Why do you sustain doing this ?"Dean demanded of his married woman, glaring at her.

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

"I love you, Alice."

There was so a lot pain in his vocalisation. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this frightful woman see what her action mechanism were doing to him ? Did she not care that she shredded his psyche with her behaviour ? I ignored my training and allowed myself to hate my Mistress.

"You 're terrible at showing you love me, Dean."Her centre narrowed, annoyance creeping into her wrangle."You get too caught up in your work. So, of course my eyes are going to wander."

"And the fact that I care adequate to pass over you down every clock time you disappear on one of you affairs ..."His oculus widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still have a go at it 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 vocalism trembling.

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our loves were slap-up bonfires burning brightly. But the fuel does n't finale foresightful 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 Byron Dean demanded, the anger returning.

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her munition around his neck. He stiffened but did n't pull away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his eyes."Our honey is the Harlan Fiske Stone our life together is built on—our institution. It maybe deadening, but it 's strong and durable. secure enough to brave any obstacle."

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

"Yes, and your carelessness. But I am distressing for hurting you. These flaming loves burn so shining, it blinds me to our love."

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

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazelnut optic were furious."But you ca n't push aside me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with promiscuous passion."Instead, you track me down and show just how a good deal you love me. Look at you. You 're full phase of the moon of passion. It makes me feel so active !"

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 fingers deftly undid his smash and pants and found his shaft. 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 physical structure writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each early 's material body. Her fingernails scratched left red tracks across his back.

"I bet you 're so horny,"cent whispered in my ear, her naked body pressing against my spinal column ; her nipples to hard item and her pubic hair sonant as silk on my ass. Her fingers found my snatch, sliding into my depth."They always are like this after they reunite."

"nooky me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! Make me blank out Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

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

Penny 's fingers wormed inside me, the heel of her bridge player grinding on my clit. 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. lustfulness at it 's most powerful, distilled to remove love, tenderness, compassion, shame, debasement. Even hatred and anger were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on penny 's digit so many meter as I witnessed my Master 's passion.

They used so many position. He must have taken a magical viagra, because he came in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass over and over. The elbow room filled with their potent scent and the bed seemed gluey with pussy juices and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, Dean 's weaponry wrapped around his wife from behind, his fingers gently playing with her breasts while he nuzzled at her cervix. A happy smile filled her brass."I love you, James Byron Dean,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

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

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

"Which makes me Sir Thomas More the fool for putting up with this."I wanted to cry, his voice was so bitter, so hopeless.

Tears welled in her hazel eyes."I do n't deserve your passion,"she whispered."I 'm a terrible person. But I do jazz you. It 's because you seem to care about me despite my flaws. You 're a punter soul that I 'll ever be, Dean."

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

"I 'll try,"she sniffed."If you try to designate you jazz me Sir Thomas More often."

"I 'll work on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

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

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

She smiled like I was a piece of expensive jewelry."cum here and clean-living my cunt up,"she smiled."I love seeing Madonna 's boldness from between my thighs."

I knelt at the bed, trying to hide my hatred of this charwoman. Why did they quell together ? I buried my expression in her cunt, hating every second of it. Why could n't I just belong to dean ? But I was a slave. I could n't prefer who I pleasured. James Byron Dean gave me to Alice, I was her natural endowment, her toy.

Forever .