The monster 's Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sally : The giving

Note : brand once fucked a bank teller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a daughter named Sally. Thanks to b0b for Beta interpretation this.

Sat, April 17th, 2031 - quip Fritz - Washington DC, northerly American English territory

"Are you flighty ?"Cardinal Jessie asked me.

"I am, Mistress,"I promptly answered, smiling up at the beautiful, blond woman.

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

Her married man, Cardinalis cardinalis Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a quick osculation."There are some important people out there, slaves,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth course of study to graduate from Belleramine honorary society, the premier school for transforming offspring charwoman into subservient slaves. Ran by the church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of northward America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the redbird who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the diocese of the former United States, Canada, and Gronland. Only the best lady friend were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

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

Of class, being one of Gospel According to Mark 's children did n't build me that especial. He was a lusty God, and had sowed his seeds in many landing field far and wide. Only his baby born to his Goddess and the Holy strumpet were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his daughter gave me a few advantages.

I did n't screw my mother. She died when I was six months old. She was one of many slain when the daemon Dagon conquered Booker T. Washington D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphanage. I knew her gens : 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 hunky-dory education. At the age of fourteen, I was given the pick of graduating and taking the assessment test 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 hard worker. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their heads held high gear. They were full phase of the moon of pridefulness. Only the best fille attended Belleramine, and only the in effect of the well of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most mightily hoi polloi in the world : Bishops ruling diocese or executive director ruling soil. If I was really prosperous, a Richmondena Cardinalis or a governor, mortal bound to the Gods themselves and indue immortality, would buy me.

Our training was extensive. The very nighttime I agreed to start my knuckle down training, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the last two yr I was taught how to please both men and cleaning woman with every part of my consistence, from my spry tongue to my deft digit. I was trained how to live long periods of bondage and other discomfort, learned to revel the taste perception of urine, and how to be whipped for my possessor pleasure.

I was ready to serve and be used for my passe-partout or mistress 's pleasance, 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 blossom ready to be plucked. I was neural, even though I knew how great my ravisher was. My hair was a rich, honey-brown that fell in loggerheaded curls about my round, touchy face. My eyes were piercing blue angel, not uncommon among fool 's child, and my lips were minuscule and pouty. My figure was shapely, chirpy breasts and puffy nipples just the correctly sizing for a man 's hand to steep. And my pussy was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing strip. My vulva was mingy, hiding my pinko petal. When aroused, my clit would top out out and my tangy honey would bead upon my lips.

"guide your piazza, slave !"Jessie shouted, clapping her hands.

All ten of us climbed onto small, brush up stand just gravid enough for us to kneel on our hired hand and knees. The base slowly spun so that our voltage emptor could properly visit us. Drawn carefully on our asses was a number. I was seven.

The buyers circulated through the room. My training was extensive and I recognized almost all of them. As a striver to a potent soul, it would be expected of me to act as a secretarial assistant or other type of personal attender, so recognizing the important people of the world by sight was a very significant accomplishment drilled into us.

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

The buyers were relieve with their hands and other body percentage. While none were allowed to cum on me, more than than a few dicks were quickly shoved into my mouth, ass, or pussy so the client could get a taste for the delights I had to offer while Sir Thomas More than a few of the woman had me lap momentarily at their pussies or suck on their breasts.

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

I let my cunt hug on her finger. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to go through the majesty of Mark and Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy books of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't know. 5 has a gorgeous back,"carmine Cynthia answered.

The Governors of the territorial dominion of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic, Anastasia and Stan, admired my breasts while their son shoved his cock inside me. He gave two arduous driving force that left my miserable pussy aching for an sexual climax. Cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of North Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two paramours, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some male child to be striver,"Lynette told her devotee."Girls are delicately, but there 's nothing like a Whitney Young man aegir to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New House of York episcopate and her daughter, another of my many half sister, each took a biff of my pussy 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 young lady declared. She was sixteen and fantastic, clearly not a girl that went through Belleramine Academy. Even the little girl that did n't become striver were groomed to be submissive.

Cardinal Bill and his married woman Erin fondled turn 10 while governor Daniel, father of the holy place Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few prison term out 3 's ass. Everyone of the female child of my class were flushed with stimulation. I knew I ached to cum, juices dripping down my second joint. The potential purchaser teased us just long enough to keep us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that marvellous release.

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

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

Next up was 2, a bosomy lass named Heather with Pt blonde hair in a long braid. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The foil daughter of Bishopress Bryanna was excited to win 4. I guess she found another hard worker she"absolutely has to own."cardinal grosbeak Artemis bought 5, and 6 went to mimosa bush Blackwood, girl of the Governors of South Africa.

My heart pounded as I stepped forward."Number 7 comes from fantabulous ancestry. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my white meat a squeeze."Perky tits, very flexible, and look at the garden pink of her nipples."

Jessie 's molestations rekindled the flame in my loin that had died down while I waited my turn on the mental block. The blonde 's digit slid down my belly and stroked my landing place strip, before they shoved between my legs. I stifled a gasp, keeping my typeface tranquil, as her fingers probed my pussy.

"Tight and hot,"she continued, pulling her fingers out of my cunt and holding them up to the crowd."With a thickly consistency and a tangy flavor."

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

"smell at how beautiful her snatch is."Jessie 's fingers again stroked my vulva."Not a touch of her labia minora peaking out. Only her button display when she 's fully aroused."

I let go of my ankle and, unbidden, reached behind me to spread my asscheeks open. I wanted to moan as my young schoolmistress shoved two fingers into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the fingers in and out."She can take even the largest turncock or dildo and has no problem wearing a arse plug for extended periods."

"One of our best hard worker,"Kevin added, moving beside his married woman."I can vouch for both her ebullience and her aptitude. Shall we start the bid at $ 2 million."

It went prompt after that. Red paddle were raised and Kevin rattled off their bid. 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 father is,"whispered Jessie."Every man wants to spoil you and every womanhood wants to be touched by Him again."

At $ 4.1 million, near stopped bidding. regulator Anastasia and Cardinal Daffodil seemed to possess some sort of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her hubby Stan were Soviet Union 's secular Edgar Lee Masters while daffodil and her married woman Addison were the ecclesiastical schoolmistress. It seemed neither of these adult female liked the other.

"I wo n't let you have her,"Daffodil declared, her blonde tomentum swinging about her heavy tits."Addison and I are gon na love this sweet, young thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, black hairsbreadth."So she can dress up up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can relieve your high up shoal days !"

Narcissus pseudonarcissus, who appeared xviii but must be in her thirties, folded her weapons system beneath her rather large breasts."While you and your husband would neutralise her on some desk job. You 'd probably ship her off to Siberia to administer some logging town."

"At to the lowest degree she 'd be useful !"spat Anastasia."She would n't be out fucking every farm young lady she could lay her lazy hands on !"

"We 'd at least treasure her beauty ! A somewhat young lady 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 tidings, 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 married woman is a very lusty adult female. Addison has pauperization, and I do n't heed her going off and scratching them."

"This is growing wearisome,"a new vocalization said. A grievous man—in his early mid-twenties, a plain font with a goatee sprouting from his chin and poor, neatly combed, brown hair—stepped up between the two glaring cleaning woman. I racked my mind, struggling to recollect who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to hear an end to their petty squabbles."

Both peeress glared at each other, then the newbie, then back at each early. I continued searching my mind, trying to rate his nerve. He had resourcefulness if he could drop $ 20 million, so he was obviously important. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit of clothes, the eccentric an situation worker would hold out, with none of the finery the other 's adorned themselves in.

"gentlewoman ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"punter doyen gets her than that suck up gripe,"daffodil declared."How St. Mark ever came to like a fair sex with such a magnanimous 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, some cocotte he gangbanged in a high school storage locker room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blond snarled.

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

"Yes dear,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

daffodil called my new professional Dean. That meant he was James Byron Dean Matthew Calbraith Perry, Governor of the territory of Oceania. His wife was a bosom acquaintance of the Goddess Blessed Virgin. 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 one-time than 20, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limo. They must be sisters, their bodies had the same figure and the like heart-shaped, freckled faces.

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

Mercedes grabbed my blonde twist."This is no in force. And your oculus are absolutely the wrong color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like Sister, but Mercedes had a slight, adenoidal musical note, like she was from New York City.

I did n't utter ; my preparation kept my glossa silent, even though I was confused by their commentary and their appearing. What was damage with my middle ? They were the same trench, azure blue of my Father.

"have you forgotten that you were a black-haired female child with brown eyes ?"penny asked Mercedes.

A minute of arc later, dean stepped out of the edifice. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to reveal their breasts, short mini-skirts that left sleek thighs bare, and knee-high, shameful boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguards of the Gods, lent out to their most trusted servants. Both wore tight, silver grey chokers about their throats.

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

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

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limousine drive to the airport. enquiry burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my doubt and my excitement as the limo drove onto the rail towards a festal plane. It was hard, but I was well trained.

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planes were outdoors and wide-cut of seats. This one was a hallway and a assemblage of minor cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."Master convention all of those humble, Pacific islands from HI to New Zealand. Plus, he rules Australia, which has a lot of cities on the coasts and almost nothing across the eternal rest of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a airplane. Before the Demon warfare, air locomotion was vulgar. Now only government and ecclesiastical official traveled the world, and those few, golden folks who moved goodness around. But that was mostly by power train, motortruck, and ships. Before the Gods came, people were infelicitous because they had the wrong jobs. Now the assessment trial run told everyone where to act upon, where to live, whom to marry, and that made people a lot happier. The judgment were always right, the Gods said so.

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

"Do you ever talk ?"cent asked me after sitting me down in a small-scale cabin that contained a narrow bed and modest, war paint tabular array and chair.

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

Penny snorted a laugh."We 're slaves, you can mouth to us. Besides, master key and schoolma'am do n't heed if we have a spare tongue."

"Some of us have too liberate clapper,"sniffed Mercedes.

cent waggled her tongue at her."I 'll testify you just how unloose it can be tonight."

An excited twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a enquiry, missy centime ?"

"Of grade, sugar,"Penny rolled her centre."And it 's Penny. We 'll be gettin'to have intercourse each other real well."

"Mercedes said my hairsbreadth is the haywire vividness ?"

"Who do we look like ?"Penny asked, unbuttoning her garb. Mercedes sighed and pulled her dress over her head revealing her bare torso. Both women 's pubic hair had been sculpted into a perfervid pump above their slits.

"You appear alike to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a equal fiery affectionateness on Penny 's pubic mound.

"Our schoolmistress, Alice, loves the Goddess dearly,"Mercedes explained."She once had an thing 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 similar bruise during my training. The Theocracy 's law said a hard worker could be bruised and welted, so long as no blood was drawn or bones broken. I knew it was a possibility to end up owned by a captain 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 years. Master buys a new slave as a gift for her to bring her back."

Over the next few hours, the girl used strange twist on me invented by the sanctum Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my hairsbreadth color. It tingled when my heart were changed to emerald and small pinch burned all across my cheeks and titty as lentigo blossomed. They smeared a emollient on my kitty and a midst, red Vannevar Bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a coordinated heart to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how closing my body embodiment was to the Goddess. I had the Same breaking ball, the same general tear size, and the same, cordiform face. I could kick the bucket for one of her sisters now.

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

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

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

As we walked through plane to the cabin at the back, Penny 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 door open.

The cabin was the size of a small bedroom tucked into the posterior of the planing machine. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue comforter and an jet black woodwind anatomy. dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a ledger spread out future to it along with a picture of a beautiful, Danton True Young charwoman with lustrous and buddy-buddy, black hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

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

Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my fountainhead up confidently as the flame burned in his blue eyes as he stared at me."Whore ! She 's gone because of you !"

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

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

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

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

"Whore !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a quite a little of limbs, my now auburn whisker falling across my side. I struggled to fight my hairsbreadth out of my aspect. I put on a aspect of fear."You ca n't be doing this,"I protested, letting my vocalism quiver. My roleplay coach-and-four would be proud of me."I 'm your Goddess !"

"You 're the dirty cocotte that corrupted my wife,"he snarled, unbuttoning his trouser."I 'll evince you how cocotte are treated !"

His rooster was heavy, slim, with a bulblike question that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped falling off. He let the pants slide off his skinny leg, 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 pitch black headboard.

He practically leaped at me, his body pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my weapons system. 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 second joint, his cock coming snug and closer to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my Master 's joy. All my breeding, the intemperately body of work and foresightful nights practicing was worth it. His cock speared me. Rough, mightily, stabbing into my case with violence.

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

He ignored me, stabbing his cock over and over into my cunt. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my raw flesh. It was intemperately keeping my Passion out of my voice. It was too soon to vocalise like I enjoyed it. I needed to shin prospicient before I submitted.

"No, finish !"I screamed, putting all the fear I could into my word of honor."You 're hurting me."

I bucked beneath him, struggling to locomote my arms beneath his effectiveness. His cock plowed into me, churning my passion as his inguen smashed into my clit. Every slam shot new Dame Muriel Spark of delight through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to hold back my pleasure. A belittled gasp escaped my brim, the first hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a ho-hum surrender. Let my Master believe he was winning me over. I let out another little sigh, deliberate to keep my broad passion inside me.

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

"I do n't,"I moaned, giving his putz a lenify hug with my pussy."Please, diaphragm !"

He let go of my arm and grasped my breast, kneading laborious, bruising my touchy shape. The pain was exquisite."You love it, do n't you ? You 're such a sporting lady that you ca n't assist yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lustfulness overrun my shade and my hip joint start to writhe."I hate this !"
"I can palpate how wet you are, Mary ! Your dirty puss 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a fancy woman !"His finger pinched my nipple, one more than wonderful sensation adding to the stewing in my core. 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 legs wrapping around his rose hip, pulling him harder into me. My cum was upon me and I fought it off—it was too early."stay fucking me !"

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

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

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

"Oh, no !"I gasped. It was clip. I surrendered to the passion of his thrusts and let my sexual climax exploded inside me. I howled my delight, throwing my blazonry around his body and clutching him to me as pleasure rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to higher and higher plateaus of Passion. I savored my relief.

"I love your rooster !"I screamed in his ear."Harder ! fuck me harder !"

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

"Yes ! The very estimable ! Oh, have it off, I 'm still cumming !"

He drove once more into me. His whole consistence tensed, his face squeezing shut as his semen erupted into my hungry depths. One hold out, tremendous climax speared through me. My Master came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weight unit to my tit as we were whipped by the winds of our passions, rocked in a violent storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our intimation came in ragged gasps."Oh, superior,"I cooed, kissing his neck and Kuki-Chin."Oh, master key, thank you, thank you."

He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed, staring up at the roof. I smiled, running my fingers lazily through the mess between my thigh. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the ceiling, his skinny chest rising and falling beneath his still buttoned up garb shirt, ringed with lather around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of course of study, master key,"I answered as I stood, a lilliputian unfirm on my feet. My nervousness still tingled with the strength of my cums.

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

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

The poor man. His wife 's constant quantity infidelities seemed to make robbed him of his self-assurance and made him sense inadequate. I tried to sustain my blackball thought about my new Mistress out of my judgement, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would have her a while of my brain. Her husband was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him free. She should let him determine 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 room to walk around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-size mattress, tight for three women, especially when Penny and Mercedes could n't look to go on their helping hand off each other. When I walked in, tired after my hanker, exciting day, I found the two girls vigorously sixty-nining each other.

Sighing, I stretched out following to them and tried to ignore their moan and gasp and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a light sleep, constantly interrupted by their love making. I managed to notice a deep dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my cunt.

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

The three of us were a heap when we finally collapsed into sleep. I woke when the aeroplane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to sleep for the foresighted flight across the Pacific Ocean to the Philippines. On the boring flight, I pleasured Master two to a greater extent clock time, both times playing The Virgin and letting my passkey"ravishment"me.

The local Executive who administrated the Philippines for dean met us with a limo. Dean 's escort drove escort vehicle. manilla paper, like many cities, had been devastated during the Demon Wars, and Theocracy architects and engineers oversaw its rebuilding. All the new twist resembled neighborhood and buildings in Washington D.C. The main cathedral looked identical to the one rachis home, and I could refer each of the topical anaesthetic Governmental construction. That one was the section of Education because of the L shape the building had, and that one belonged to the department of Justice because of the statue of Chasity before footfall that led up to a great, glass entering. We entered a residential neighborhood. The houses were all one of the seventeen approved phratry habitation, or the seven approved apartment tenement, which only varied by height.

The solely way I could tell it was n't WA D.C. were the palm trees and the remnants of old manilla paper. There were sure-enough 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 make the citizenry of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back domicile, guard officer wore the like uniforms, government works wore their suits, jack wore their blue coveralls, and farmers their blue jeans and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a hill into a new neighborhood and stopped."271 has occupied this house, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a Thomas Gray house, the Saami precise shade as all the other houses on the street."She has a few X-radiation cameras pointed at where your married woman is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the machines dentists used to look at your teeth ? We stepped into the house. The family line that lived here bowed to James Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, ivory skinned with huge chest that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, headphones over her spike. A camera on a tripod was set up following to her, pointed at the next room access house. I peered out the windowpane at the house. The early house 's windowpane were covered by boneheaded drapes, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a sleeping room through the wall like it was n't there. A mates writhed in a passionate embrace on the bed. The woman, Alice, rode the man, his saturnine men groping her belittled breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her pes, her large pap jiggling, and snapped Dean a salute.

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

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

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

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

"I am, Marco !"Her back arched, his hired hand rolling pinko nipples between his fingerbreadth."Oh, yes ! I love it !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

She snuggled against his sinewy body, her fingerbreadth toying with his 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, stay in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your wife call in sick for you and make love to me."

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

"Do n't you do it me ?"

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

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

"My somebody sings praise to your heavenly lulu. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all creation ! Your tit are perfect, round and lush and your hip joint drive me to distraction. Your lips are full, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

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

"At once, sir,"the black bodyguard saluted."275, 273 take the front. 271, 272 the bottom. 276, you stay with me to defend 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 force of function I had never witnessed. They raced out of the menage, their guns drawn. I shivered, once hit man killed one thousand every day, and now only the escort carried them. humanity was free of offense. We all obeyed the graven image'constabulary. multitude only died from unwellness, accident, and old age.

I followed my Master out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the front line room access while 271 and 272 circled the business firm to the backyard. They moved with such danger. I had never met anyone I thought would actually spite me until now. These women knew how to commit violence.

I was n't sure what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the Lapplander time. 275 crashed her shoulder into the door, darting in followed by 273. There was a frightened shout from a woman—probably Marco 's wife. Marco and his married woman would have been matched at a young age, selected for compatible personality and sexual orientations by the aptitude tryout and their schooling teacher.

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

Dean rushed to the house. I followed.

A plain, dark skinned woman, knelt in the center of the kitchen, her face calm. She knew to obey the escort. Every citizen knew the Gods'third base commandments : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without hesitation.

And everyone recognized a phallus of the bodyguards. They were elect charwoman, only three hundred appendage, who guarded the graven image and their favored servants. These fair sex were all veterans of the devil Wars. Some had even helped to overthrow the False God Brandon and defended the deity during the Miracle.

Dean did n't even expect at Marco 's wife. He strode into the chamber and I followed. The elbow room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, sour musk. Marco knelt calmly on the level, watched over by another distich of escort. Alice lounged on the ruffle up bed, not covering her nakedness, her thighs obscenely spread to bear witness the solvent of their passion. I could see faint bruises on her breasts and neck. No, hickeys.

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

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

"codification examiner, metropolis of manilla, Territory 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."

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

"moldiness you always banish my lovers to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, distinguish them to break off hitting Marco."

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

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

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

"I love you, Alice."

There was so much painfulness in his voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible woman see what her actions were doing to him ? Did she not wish that she shredded his soul with her behavior ? I ignored my training and allowed myself to hate my Mistress.

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

"And the fact that I care sufficiency to traverse you down every sentence you disappear on one of you affair ..."His eye widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still love you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that mean ?"

A dreamy grinning flitted across her expression."I also fall in love."

"You love Marco ?"he asked, his grimace falling, his phonation trembling.

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our lovemaking were corking bonfire burning brightly. But the fuel does n't lastly long and the fire burns out. I was already finding Marco tiresome. He was always wanting to work instead of paying care to me."

"So you do n't roll in the hay me ?"Dean demanded, the angriness returning.

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her arms around his neck. He stiffened but did n't pull away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his eyes."Our sexual love is the stone our life together is built on—our understructure. It maybe boring, but it 's strong and lasting. Strong enough to weather any obstacle."

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

"Yes, and your negligence. But I am sorry for hurting you. These perfervid loves 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 sleep together me ?"

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel heart were fierce."But you ca n't push aside me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with wanton away passion."Instead, you track me down and establish just how a lot you love me. Look at you. You 're wide of passion. It makes me feel so alive !"

She kissed him and they melted together, his paw roaming her back, squeezing her ass. They fell onto the bed, still tangled about each early and her fingers deftly undid his belt and pants 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 former 's frame. Her fingernails scratched left red tracks across his back.

"I bet you 're so horny,"Penny whispered in my ear, her naked trunk pressing against my back ; her pap to hard level and her pubic hair soft as silk on my ass. Her digit found my pussy, sliding into my astuteness."They always are like this after they reunite."

"shtup me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! induce me forget Marco !"

"You 're my married woman !"he grunted.

"I am ! Oh, piece of ass !"She screamed her climax for all of manilla to hear.

cent 's fingers wormed inside me, the blackguard of her hand grinding on my clit. Her lip was sonant as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't use up my eyes off my Masters. I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was raw. Passion at its purest. luxuria at it 's most potent, distilled to remove love, affectionateness, compassion, shame, degradation. Even hatred and ire were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on cent 's digit so many times as I witnessed my Master 's passion.

They used so many post. He must sustain taken a magical viagra, because he came in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass over and over. The room filled with their potent scent and the bed seemed muggy with pussy succus and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, Dean 's branch wrapped around his wife from behind, his fingerbreadth gently playing with her titty 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 time I wo n't come after you."

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

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

bout welled in her hazel tree eyes."I do n't deserve your dearest,"she whispered."I 'm a dread person. But I do have it off you. It 's because you seem to care about me despite my flaws. You 're a better mortal that I 'll ever be, Dean."

doyen turned Alice 's face and wiped away her binge."Why ca n't you just stop running away from me ?"

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

"I 'll influence on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

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

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

She smiled like I was a piece of expensive jewelry."Come here and clean my pussy up,"she smiled."I love seeing The Virgin 's face from between my thighs."

I knelt at the bed, trying to hide my hate of this woman. Why did they stay together ? I buried my facial 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 choose who I pleasured. Dean gave me to Alice, I was her giving, her toy.

Forever .