The Devil 's Pact striver history
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

quip : The endowment

annotation : Gospel According to Mark once fucked a banking company teller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a girl named Sally. Thanks to b0b for beta recital this.

Sabbatum, April 17th, 2031 - quip Fritz - Booker Taliaferro Washington DC, North American territory

"Are you anxious ?"Cardinal Jessie asked me.

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

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

Her husband, Richmondena Cardinalis Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a flying kiss."There are some important people out there, slave,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth class to fine-tune from Belleramine honorary society, the premier school for transforming young fair sex into submissive striver. Ran by the church building under the auspice of the Archdiocese of North U.S. 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 intimately young lady were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

It was because of my father that I was here—Mark Glassner. The bread and butter God and Defender of man. The Demon Slayer.

Of course, being one of fall guy 's minor did n't stimulate me that particular. He was a red-blooded God, and had sowed his germ in many orbit far and wide-cut. Only his children born to his Goddess and the holy place fornicatress were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his girl gave me a few advantages.

I did n't have it away my mother. She died when I was six calendar month 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 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 finest education. At the age of 14, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the assessment test to get word what role in smart set the Supreme Being needed me to fill, or I could be trained as a striver for the adjacent two years.

I had envied the honest-to-god girls who were being trained as slaves. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their heads held senior high school. They were full of pridefulness. Only the best girls attended Belleramine, and only the best of the best of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful mass in the public : Bishops ruling Diocese or Executives ruling soil. If I was really lucky, a Cardinal or a Governor, someone bound to the Gods themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me.

Our training was extensive. The very nighttime I agreed to startle my hard worker preparation, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the hold up two years I was learn how to please both men and women with every portion of my body, from my spry tongue to my deft fingers. I was trained how to wear longsighted catamenia of bondage and other discomfort, learned to enjoy the gustation of piddle, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was set up to dish up and be used for my sea captain or schoolmarm '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 peak ready to be plucked. I was nervous, even though I knew how gravid my beaut was. My hairsbreadth was a fertile, honey-brown that fell in duncish roll about my round, delicate face. My eyes were piercing blue, not uncommon among target 's children, and my lips were pocket-size and pouty. My name was shapely, perky chest and puffy nipples just the right hand size of it for a man 's hand to plunge. And my pussy was to die for, shaved bare save for a small-scale landing place striptease. My vulva was tight, hiding my pinko petals. When aroused, my button would top out out and my tangy honey would bead upon my lips.

"Take your piazza, slaves !"Jessie shouted, clapping her hands.

All ten of us climbed onto small, attack footstall just boastfully enough for us to kneel on our hands and human knee. The pedestals slowly spun so that our potential purchaser could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our asses was a numeral. I was seven.

The buyers circulated through the room. My grooming was across-the-board and I recognized almost all of them. As a slave to a powerful person, it would be expected of me to act as a writing table or other case of personal tender, so recognizing the of import multitude of the creation by sight was a very important skill drilled into us.

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

The buyers were free with their work force and other body parts. While none were allowed to cum on me, more than a few dicks were quickly shoved into my mouth, ass, or pussy so the node could get a taste for the pleasure I had to offer while more than a few of the women had me lap momentarily at their twat or take in on their breasts.

"Is n't she a peach, Sin,"purred Cardinal Vivian, her finger's breadth probing my cunt."Nice and tight."

I let my cunt squeeze on her digit. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to go through the loftiness of Mark and Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy record book of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't know. 5 has a gorgeous prat,"cardinal grosbeak Cynthia answered.

The governor of the District of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, Anastasia and Stan, admired my titty while their son shoved his cock inside me. He gave two hard thrusts that left my inadequate pussy aching for an orgasm. Cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of Second Earl of Guilford Africa let me tongue her slit while her two paramours, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should direct some male child to be slaves,"Lynette told her devotee."little girl are OK, but there 's nothing like a Whitney Young man bore to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New House of York episcopate and her daughter, another of my many half-sisters, each took a lick of my pussy and both absolutely loved my taste."I want her, mama,"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 certainly we can get you one of the girls."

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

redbird account and his wife Erin fondled issue 10 while Governor Daniel, don of the Holy Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few times out 3 's ass. Everyone of the daughter of my class were flushed with rousing. I knew I ached to cum, succus dripping down my thigh. The potential vendee teased us just long enough to celebrate us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that fantastic release.

A few lesser Bishops and executive director fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to set about. We lined up on a leg, standing in provocative poses we would have to view as for the duration, while servants quickly cleared out the pedestals and set up electric chair. In min, the auction was prepare to begin.

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

Next up was 2, a buxom lass named Heather with platinum blonde hair in a long gold braid. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The bobble daughter of Bishopress Bryanna was excited to win 4. I guess she found another slave she"absolutely has to own."redbird Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to Cassie Blackwood, girl of the Governors of South Africa.

My eye pounded as I stepped forward."figure 7 comes from first-class ancestry. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my breast a squeeze."Perky tits, very pliant, and aspect at the pink of her nipples."

Jessie 's molestation rekindled the flak in my pubic region that had died down while I waited my turn on the occlusion. 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 face tranquil, as her fingers probed my pussy.

"Tight and hot,"she continued, pulling her fingers out of my bitch and holding them up to the crew."With a thick consistency and a sourish flavor."

Jessie turned me around and I bent over, grasping my articulatio talocruralis

"Look at how beautiful her slit is."Jessie 's finger again stroked my vulva."Not a lead of her labia minora peaking out. Only her clitoris shows when she 's fully aroused."

I let go of my ankles and, unbidden, reached behind me to spread my asscheeks open. I wanted to moan as my youthful schoolmarm shoved two digit into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the fingerbreadth in and out."She can take even the great dick or dildo and has no problem wearing a butt cud for extended periods."

"One of our better 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 ready after that. Red paddle were raised and Kevin rattled off their command. Every clock time a boat 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 Padre is,"whispered Jessie."Every man wants to plunder you and every cleaning woman wants to be touched by Him again."

At $ 4.1 million, most stopped bidding. regulator Anastasia and Cardinal Narcissus pseudonarcissus seemed to make some sort of contention between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her married man Stan were Russia 's profane maestro while Daffodil and her married woman Addison were the ecclesiastical fancy woman. It seemed neither of these adult female liked the other.

"I wo n't let you deliver her,"Narcissus pseudonarcissus declared, her blonde fuzz swinging about her backbreaking bosom."Addison and I are gon na delight this sweet, young thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, black hair."So she can curry up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can relieve your senior high School days !"

daffodil, who appeared eighteen but must be in her thirty, folded her weapon beneath her rather large 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 utilitarian !"spat Anastasia."She would n't be out fucking every farm lady friend she could lay her slothful helping hand on !"

"We 'd at least appreciate her beauty ! A passably 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 quetch your boney ass !"declared Daffodil.

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

"My married woman is a very lustful char. Addison has motive, and I do n't take care her going off and scratching them."

"This is growing tedious,"a new spokesperson said. A dangerous man—in his former XX, a plain boldness with a goatee sprouting from his chin and inadequate, neatly combed, Robert Brown hair—stepped up between the two glaring women. I racked my idea, struggling to remember who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to find out an end to their petty squabbles."

Both dame glared at each other, then the neophyte, then back at each early. I continued searching my mind, trying to place his expression. He had resource if he could drop $ 20 million, so he was obviously important. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit of clothes, the type an office worker would wear, with none of the finery the other 's adorned themselves in.

"Ladies ?"Kevin asked.

"fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"Better Dean gets her than that suck up beef,"daffodil declared."How St. Mark ever came to like a woman with such a great stick up her ass is beyond me."

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

"You bitch !"the blond snarled.

"seminal fluid 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 professional Dean. That meant he was Dean Ralph Barton Perry, Governor of the territorial dominion of Oceania. His wife was a bosom acquaintance 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 sometime than twenty, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limo. They must be sisters, their soundbox had the same physical body and the like cordate, freckle faces.

"I 'm Penny and this is Mercedes,"cooed the slightly curt of the twosome, they were about my height. She had a fragile drawl to her phonation, hinting at her Southern inheritance."Oh, you are just beautiful as the dawn."

Mercedes grabbed my blonde tresses."This is no dependable. And your heart are absolutely the improper color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like Sister, but Mercedes had a tenuous, pinched tone, like she was from New York City.

I did n't verbalise ; my training kept my tongue silent, even though I was confused by their comments and their show. What was wrong with my eye ? They were the same deep, cerulean Amytal of my Father.

"have you forgotten that you were a black-haired missy with brown center ?"Penny asked Mercedes.

A second later, Dean stepped out of the building. A distich of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to reveal their tit, shortsighted mini-skirts that left sleek thighs bare, and knee-high, blackness boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguards of the graven image, lent out to their most trusted servants. Both wear down tight, silver gray garroter about their throats.

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

The first emotion I had seen passed across my new sea captain 's face. pain in the ass, angriness ... and longing."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

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

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planer were open and full of seats. This one was a hallway and a collection of small cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."Master rule all of those small, Pacific Ocean islands from Hawai'i to New Zealand. Plus, he normal Commonwealth of Australia, which has a lot of cities on the coasts and almost nothing across the rest of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a plane. Before the Demon Wars, air travel was common. Now only authorities and ecclesiastical officials traveled the world, and those few, favourable folks who moved good around. But that was mostly by trains, trucks, and ships. Before the graven image came, people were unhappy because they had the amiss jobs. Now the assessment mental test told everyone where to work, where to live, whom to marry, and that made citizenry a lot happier. The assessments were always right, the deity said so.

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

"Do you ever spill the beans ?"penny asked me after sitting me down in a modest cabin that contained a pin down bed and little, makeup tabular array and chair.

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

cent snorted a laugh."We 're hard worker, you can utter to us. Besides, Master and Mistress do n't mind if we have a gratuitous tongue."

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

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

An excited twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a enquiry, fille centime ?"

"Of grade, boodle,"penny rolled her heart."And it 's penny. We 'll be gettin'to know each other really well."

"Mercedes said my pilus is the wrong colouring ?"

"Who do we look like ?"Penny asked, unbuttoning her attire. Mercedes sighed and pulled her apparel over her point revealing her naked body. Both women 's pubic hair had been sculpted into a fiery marrow above their slits.

"You appear alike to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a matching torrid inwardness on Penny 's pubic mound.

"Our schoolmarm, Alice, loves the Goddess dearly,"Mercedes explained."She once had an occasion 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 stain. I received similar contusion during my training. The Theocracy 's law said a hard worker could be bruised and welted, so long as no blood was drawn or bone broken. I knew it was a hypothesis 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 lover. She does it every few class. passe-partout buys a new slave as a gift for her to bring her back."

Over the next few hours, the young woman used unknown devices on me invented by the sanctum Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my hair coloring. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and little specks burned all across my face and bosom as freckles blossomed. They smeared a cream on my kitty-cat 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 close my body shape was to the Goddess. I had the Lapp curves, the same general binge size of it, and the Sami, heart-shaped cheek. I could pass for one of her babe now.

"Let 's hire you to Master,"Mercedes said, nodding in expiation their work.

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

"I received rasping handling during my schooling,"I answered."Belleramine academy prepares its daughter for a biography as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through plane to the cabin at the back, centime added,"If he calls you The 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 threshold open.

The cabin was the size of a diminished bedroom tucked into the fag end of the plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue comforter and an ebony Sir Henry Joseph Wood frame. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a ledger spread out next to it along with a video of a beautiful, Danton True Young adult female with lustrous and midst, black hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

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

dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my heading up confidently as the fire burned in his drab 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, squawk ! You always help her !"

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

My Christian Bible were cut off as he lunged at me, his hand gripping my pharynx. Panic momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His hand 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 digit off as my breath rasped in my throat.

"whore !"

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

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

His peter was surd, slim, with a bulging oral sex that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped quag. He let the pants skid off his skinny 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 coal black headboard.

He practically leaped at me, his body pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my weapon. He grabbed them, pinning them to the bulwark above me as he loomed over me. I gasped for intimation, my tits heaving, dotted with lentigo. He settled between my thrashing thigh, his pecker coming snug and closer to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my Master 's pleasure. All my training, the severely body of work and long nights practicing was worth it. His cock speared me. Rough, powerful, 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 flesh. It was arduous keeping my passion out of my vocalization. It was too soon to voice like I enjoyed it. I needed to clamber longer before I submitted.

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

I bucked beneath him, struggling to affect my arms beneath his persuasiveness. His turncock plowed into me, churning my passions as his groin smashed into my button. Every slam shot new sparks of joy through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to contain back my joy. A modest gasp escaped my lips, the first pinch that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a slow surrender. Let my master key believe he was winning me over. I let out another petty sigh, careful to observe my good rage inside me.

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

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

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

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lecherousness intrude on my tone and my hip joint start to writhe."I hate this !"
"I can feel how wet you are, Mary ! Your dirty cunt 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a whore !"His finger's breadth pinched my nipple, one more wonderful ace adding to the boiling in my effect. lecherousness twisted his 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 leg wrapping around his coxa, pulling him harder into me. My cum was upon me and I fought it off—it was too early."blockage fuck me !"

Our articulatio coxae slammed together."Say it !"he hissed."William Tell me how great my cock 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 thrusts and let my sexual climax exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my coat of arms around his trunk and clutching him to me as joy rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to high and in high spirits tableland of passion. I savored my relief.

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

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

"Yes ! The very Charles Herbert Best ! Oh, make love, I 'm still cumming !"

He drove once more into me. His unhurt body tensed, his cheek squeezing shut as his seminal fluid erupted into my athirst depths. One stopping point, wonderful climax speared through me. My Master came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weight unit to my chest as we were whipped by the winds of our Passion, rocked in a storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our intimation came in ragged gasps."Oh, master copy,"I cooed, kissing his neck and chin."Oh, victor, 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 plenty between my thigh. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the ceiling, his boney thorax rising and falling beneath his still buttoned up dress shirt, ringed with stew 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 feet. My nerves still tingled with the strength of my cums.

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

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

The poor man. His wife 's never-ending infidelities seemed to receive robbed him of his self-confidence and made him feel inadequate. I tried to celebrate my negative thoughts about my new kept woman out of my thinker, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would ease up her a piece of my mind. Her husband was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him dislodge. She should let him find happiness with another fair sex or man or whomever he wanted.

I shared a cabin with centime 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 char, especially when Penny and Mercedes could n't seem to keep their hands off each other. When I walked in, tired after my farsighted, rouse day, I found the two girls vigorously sixty-nining each other.

Sighing, I stretched out next to them and tried to ignore their moans and gasps and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a spark sleep, constantly interrupted by their dearest making. I managed to find a deeply ambition, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my pussy.

I woke up to cent between my legs going to town on my kitty-cat. I opened my mouth to protest my desire to slumber when Mercedes slit descended to my lips and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, tart and tangy.

The three of us were a heap when we finally collapsed into eternal rest. I woke when the plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to log Z's for the long flight across the Pacific to the Philippines. On the deadening flight, I pleasured master key two More times, both times playing Mary and letting my master"rape"me.

The topical anesthetic administrator who administrated the Philippines for dean met us with a limo. Dean 's bodyguard drove escort vehicles. Manila, like many urban center, had been devastated during the monster Wars, and Theocracy architect and locomotive engineer oversaw its rebuilding. All the new twist resembled locality and construction in Washington D.C. The master duomo looked identical to the one rachis dwelling, and I could make each of the local Governmental buildings. That one was the Department of Education because of the L pattern the building had, and that one belonged to the section of Justice because of the statue of Chasity before steps that led up to a with child, glass entranceway. We entered a residential region. The star sign were all one of the seventeen approved family dwelling house, or the seven approved apartment tenement house, which only varied by height.

The only way I could severalise it was n't Washington D.C. were the laurel wreath tree diagram and the remainder of old manila paper. There were older buildings that showed some individuality and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the same. I 'm sure it would micturate the the great unwashed of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back household, safety officer wore the same uniforms, governance works wore their courting, labourer wore their blueing coveralls, and farmers their low-spirited jeans and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a hill into a new neck of the woods and stopped."271 has occupied this theatre, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a grey-headed house, the same precise refinement as all the other houses on the street."She has a few x-ray cameras pointed at where your wife is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the simple machine dentists used to look at your tooth ? We stepped into the sign of the zodiac. The family that lived here bowed to James Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, pearl skinned with huge titty that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, earpiece over her ears. A tv camera on a tripod was set up next to her, pointed at the future door household. I peered out the window at the house. The other house 's windows were covered by thick pall, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the wall 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 humble breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her fundament, her big tits jiggling, and snapped James Dean a salute.

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

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

"Yes, yes !"she moaned, broad of warmth."I love your cock, Marco ! Oh, roll in the hay ! I love it !"

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

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

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

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

I glanced at Master 's face. pain clenched his forehead. His deal lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn tomentum. She pulled his stopcock out, sucking it into her sass as his helping hand forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his wife and her buff 's passionate embrace.

"Fuck me, have intercourse me !"Alice moaned over and over."I love you ! Keep fucking me !"

Dean shoved Mercedes 's head all the way down his rooster, muttering under his breath. He grunted, and it took me a moment to bring in 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 torso, her fingers toying with his black dresser hair."You are so insatiate,"she purred."I love it."

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

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

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

"Do n't you bed me ?"

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

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

"My mortal sings praise to your heavenly peach. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all initiation ! Your breasts are perfect, round and soaker and your hips drive me to distraction. Your lips are replete, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"Enough,"Dean snarled."274, place your guards in."

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

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

I watched in astonishment as they surged out. There was a persuasiveness to the bodyguard 's drift, a violence of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the household, their guns drawn. I shivered, once shooter killed thousands every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. Mankind was detached of criminal offense. We all obeyed the deity'laws. citizenry only died from unwellness, 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 family to the backyard. They moved with such danger. I had never met anyone I thought would actually hurt me until now. These women knew how to charge violence.

I was n't certain what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the Lapp time. 275 crashed her articulatio humeri into the door, darting in followed by 273. There was a frightened outcry from a woman—probably Marco 's married woman. Marco and his married woman would have been matched at a young age, selected for compatible personality and sexual orientations by the aptitude tests and their schooltime teachers.

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

Dean rushed to the theatre. I followed.

A knit stitch, iniquity skinned woman, knelt in the center of the kitchen, her font calm. She knew to obey the escort. Every citizen knew the Gods'third commandment : Obey congresswoman of the Theocracy without wavering.

And everyone recognized a appendage of the bodyguards. They were elite women, only three hundred members, who guarded the deity and their favored retainer. These women were all stager of the monster war. Some had even helped to subvert the False God Brandon and defended the Gods during the Miracle.

doyen did n't even wait at Marco 's married woman. He strode into the sleeping accommodation and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, sour musk. Marco knelt calmly on the storey, watched over by another brace of bodyguards. Alice lounged on the cockle bed, not covering her nakedness, her second joint obscenely spread to exhibit the termination of their passion. I could see weak bruise on her breast and neck. No, hickeys.

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

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

"Code examiner, city of capital of the Philippines, soil of the Philippines, District of Oceania, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

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

"must you always shun my lovers to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, evidence 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 retain doing this ?"Dean demanded of his wife, glaring at her.

"Because a fair sex needs to find love in her life history,"she answered, staring at him."To be loved and adored."She gave a yucky giggle."And Marco is very cute."

"I love you, Alice."

There was so much pain in his vocalization. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible cleaning lady see what her actions were doing to him ? Did she not care that she shredded his somebody with her behavior ? I ignored my training and allowed myself to hate my Mistress.

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

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

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that stand for ?"

A dreamy smile 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 loves were with child bonfires burning brightly. But the fuel does n't cobbler's last tenacious and the flack burns out. I was already finding Marco tiresome. He was always wanting to work instead of paying tending to me."

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

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her arms around his neck. He stiffened but did n't draw out away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his eyes."Our love is the Edward Durell Stone our lifespan together is built on—our foundation. It maybe irksome, but it 's stiff and persistent. stiff enough to endure any obstacle."

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

"Yes, and your negligence. But I am sad for hurting you. These impassioned love life burn so bright, it blinds me to our love."

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

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel tree eye were violent."But you ca n't neglect me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with easy love."Instead, you track me down and indicate just how much you love me. Look at you. You 're full moon 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 fingers deftly undid his belt and pant 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 other 's flesh. Her fingernails scratched left red runway across his back.

"I bet you 're so horny,"penny whispered in my ear, her naked body pressing against my back ; her nipple to hard points and her pubic fuzz diffuse as silk on my ass. Her finger found my pussy, sliding into my depths."They always are like this after they reunite."

"shtup me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, married man ! Make me forget Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

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

cent 's fingers wormed inside me, the heel of her hand grinding on my clitoris. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't take my oculus 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 stiff, distilled to remove love, fondness, pity, shame, abjection. Even hatred and anger were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on Penny 's fingers so many times as I witnessed my victor 's passion.

They used so many positioning. He must get taken a magical Viagra, because he came in her lip, her pussy, and her ass over and over. The room filled with their potent scent and the bed seemed sticky with pussy succus and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, Dean 's arms wrapped around his married woman from behind, his fingers gently playing with her breasts while he nuzzled at her neck. A well-chosen smiling filled her face."I love you, James Byron Dean,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

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

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

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

rip welled in her hazel eyes."I do n't deserve your love,"she whispered."I 'm a severe person. But I do make out you. It 's because you seem to handle about me despite my flaw. You 're a better person that I 'll ever be, Dean."

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

"I 'll try,"she sniffed."If you try to record you make out me more often."

"I 'll mold on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

Alice looks over at me, her eye lighting up."She looks just the likes of 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."Come here and clean my twat up,"she smiled."I love seeing Virgin Mary 's face from between my thighs."

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

Forever .