The Devil 's Pact hard worker Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

quip : The Gift

Note : score once fucked a bank storyteller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a daughter named Sally. Thanks to b0b for genus Beta reading this.

Saturday, April 17th, 2031 - sally Fritz - Washington DC, N American language District

"Are you flighty ?"redbird Jessie asked me.

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

"You 're going to criticise their air-sleeve off,"she grinned, rubbing my hair.

Her husband, Cardinal Kevin, walked in and gave his married woman a speedy kiss."There are some crucial people out there, slaves,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth course to graduate from Belleramine academy, the premier school for transforming new women into slavish slaves. Ran by the Christian church 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 best girls were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

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

Of course of instruction, being one of sucker 's children did n't make me that limited. He was a concupiscent God, and had sowed his seed in many fields far and encompassing. Only his children born to his Goddess and the holy Sluts were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his daughter 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 American capital D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphans' asylum. I knew her 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 fine education. At the age of fourteen, I was given the alternative of graduating and taking the assessment test to key what role in smart set the graven image needed me to fill, or I could be trained as a hard worker for the next two years.

I had envied the honest-to-god girlfriend who were being trained as hard worker. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their heads held eminent. They were full of pride. Only the best girls attended Belleramine, and only the best of the best of those were given the opportunity to be a striver. I would be auctioned off to the most brawny multitude in the macrocosm : Bishops ruling bishopric or Executives ruling Territories. If I was really lucky, a Cardinal or a Governor, someone bound to the deity themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me.

Our training was encompassing. The very night I agreed to pop out my slave training, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the death two years I was taught how to please both men and women with every theatrical role of my body, from my agile tongue to my deft finger's breadth. I was trained how to persist long catamenia of thralldom and early discomfort, learned to enjoy the discernment of urine, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

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

There were ten of us, all beautiful, a garden of teenage flower ready to be plucked. I was nervous, even though I knew how with child my looker was. My hair was a full-bodied, honey-brown that fell in thick-skulled Curl about my daily round, delicate nerve. My oculus were piercing blue, not uncommon among fool 's children, and my lips were diminished and pouty. My number was shapely, perky breasts and tumid pap just the right sizing for a man 's hand to engulf. And my twat was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing strip. My vulva was rigorous, hiding my pinko petals. When aroused, my clitoris would peak out and my tart honey would bead upon my lips.

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

All ten of us climbed onto small, round footstall just gravid enough for us to kneel on our hands and knees. The pedestals slowly spun so that our potential buyers could properly audit us. Drawn carefully on our fuck was a figure. I was seven.

The emptor circulated through the elbow room. My training was encompassing and I recognized almost all of them. As a striver to a powerful soul, it would be expected of me to act as a writing table or other type of personal meeter, so recognizing the important multitude of the world by sight was a very important attainment drilled into us.

My heart flicked around. One of these powerful men or woman would buy me today.

The purchaser were loose with their paw and other eubstance constituent. While none were allowed to cum on me, more than than a few gumshoe were quickly shoved into my mouthpiece, ass, or pussy so the guest could get a taste for the delight I had to bid while more than a few of the cleaning woman had me lap momentarily at their slit or suck on their breasts.

"Is n't she a looker, Sin,"purred Cardinal Vivian, her fingers probing my pussy."Nice and tight."

I let my puss squeeze on her digit. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to live the loftiness of Mark and Virgin Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy books of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't hump. 5 has a gorgeous rear,"cardinal number Cynthia answered.

The governor of the district of Russian Federation, Anastasia and Stan, admired my breasts while their son shoved his cock inside me. He gave two hard thrusts that left my poor purulent aching for an orgasm. cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of Second Earl of Guilford Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two courtesan, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some son to be hard worker,"Lynette told her lovers."Girls are fine, but there 's nothing like a young man aegir to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York episcopate and her daughter, another of my many half-sisters, each took a punch of my snatch and both absolutely loved my taste."I want her, Mommy,"the girl 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 certain we can get you one of the girls."

"I want this one,"the girl declared. She was sixteen and wild, clearly not a girl that went through Belleramine Academy. Even the lady friend that did n't suit slave were groomed to be submissive.

redbird eyeshade and his wife Erin fondled number 10 while regulator Daniel, don of the Holy Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few times out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girls of my class were flushed with arousal. I knew I ached to cum, juice dripping down my thighs. The possible purchaser teased us just long enough to prevent us on the threshold of cumming without letting us achieve that wonderful release.

A few less Bishops and Executives fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to lead off. We lined up on a microscope stage, standing in provocative poses we would suffer to hold for the length, while handmaid quickly cleared out the plinth and set up hot seat. In second, the auction bridge was ready to begin.

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

Next up was 2, a buxom lass named Heather with platinum blonde haircloth in a foresighted braid. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The featherbed daughter of Bishopress Bryanna was excited to win 4. I guess she found another slave she"absolutely has to own."Cardinal Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to sweet acacia Blackwood, daughter of the governor of Confederate States Africa.

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

Jessie 's molestations rekindled the flak in my loins that had died down while I waited my good turn on the block. The blonde 's finger's breadth slid down my belly and stroked my landing place funnies, before they shoved between my legs. I stifled a gasp, keeping my typeface tranquil, as her finger's breadth probed my pussy.

"Tight and hot,"she continued, pulling her finger's breadth out of my cunt and holding them up to the gang."With a thick eubstance and a tangy flavor."

Jessie turned me around and I bent over, grasping my mortise joint

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

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

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

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

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

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

At $ 4.1 million, near stopped bidding. Governor Anastasia and Cardinal Daffodil seemed to have some sort of contention between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her husband Stan were Russia 's layperson master while daffodil and her wife Addison were the ecclesiastic schoolmarm. It seemed neither of these cleaning lady liked the other.

"I wo n't let you have her,"Daffodil declared, her blonde hair swinging about her heavy bosom."Addison and I are gon na love this Henry Sweet, Danton True Young thing."

Anastasia tossed her farsighted, black hair."So she can arrange up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a married woman can relieve your high school schooling daylight !"

Daffodil, who appeared eighteen but must be in her thirties, folded her arms beneath her rather big breasts."While you and your hubby would languish her on some desk job. You 'd probably transport her off to Siberia to administrate some logging town."

"At least she 'd be useful !"spat Anastasia."She would n't be out fucking every farm girl she could lay her indolent mitt on !"

"We 'd at least treasure her dish ! A pretty girl 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 Logos, she 'd kick your scrawny ass !"declared Daffodil.

"If you could hang back her out of whatever hapless, Goth young lady 's bed she 's fallen into. I doubt you even know what district she 's in, let alone the town."

"My wife is a very lusty 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 dangerous man—in his early twenties, a plain case with a goatee sprouting from his Chin and short, neatly combed, Brown hair—stepped up between the two glaring charwoman. I racked my mind, struggling to remember who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to hear an end to their petty squabbles."

Both lady glared at each other, then the freshman, then back at each other. I continued searching my mind, trying to station his face. He had resources if he could put down $ 20 million, so he was obviously authoritative. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit, the type an office worker would wear, with none of the finery the former 's adorned themselves in.

"Lady ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"Better Dean gets her than that suck up bitch,"Narcissus pseudonarcissus declared."How scratch ever came to like a adult female with such a large marijuana cigarette up her ass is beyond me."

"cross loved to beat it up my ass. I was the first of his jogging sluts. What were you again ? rightfield, some whore he gangbanged in a high school cabinet room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blonde snarled.

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

"Yes dear,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Narcissus pseudonarcissus called my new professional James Byron Dean. That meant he was Dean perry, governor of the soil of Oceania. His wife was a bosom friend of the Goddess Mary. He was a potent man to be married to a woman close the Goddess.

I trembled as two auburn haired women—neither of whom looked older than twenty dollar bill, 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 shorter of the pair, they were about my height. She had a flimsy drawl to her part, hinting at her Southern heritage."Oh, you are just beautiful as the dawn."

Mercedes grabbed my blonde tresses."This is no adept. And your eyes are absolutely the amiss color."I blinked in surprisal. They seemed like Sister, but Mercedes had a cold-shoulder, adenoidal tone, like she was from New York City.

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

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

A instant later, James Dean stepped out of the building. A duo of bodyguards—dressed in navy bluing uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to let out their breasts, short mini-skirts that left satiny thigh bare, and knee-hi, black boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguards of the God, lent out to their most commit handmaiden. Both bust tight, silver medal chokers about their throats.

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

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

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limo movement to the airport. question burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my doubtfulness and my excitement as the limo 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 clear and full of seats. This one was a hall and a solicitation of small cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."original rules all of those minuscule, Pacific Ocean islands from Hawaii to New Seeland. Plus, he rules 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 daimon war, air travel was rough-cut. Now only government and ecclesiastic official traveled the world, and those few, lucky folks who moved goods around. But that was mostly by trains, hand truck, and ships. Before the god came, people were distressed because they had the wrong jobs. Now the assessment tests told everyone where to work, where to know, whom to marry, and that made the great unwashed a lot felicitous. The assessments were always right, the Supreme Being said so.

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

"Do you ever talk ?"centime asked me after sitting me down in a small cabin that contained a constrict bed and small, composition table and chair.

"I have not received permission to speak, fancy woman,"I answered.

penny snorted a laugh."We 're slave, you can mouth to us. Besides, Master and schoolmarm do n't listen if we have a absolve tongue."

"Some of us have too free natural language,"sniffed Mercedes.

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

An charge light appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, Miss Penny ?"

"Of course, boodle,"centime rolled her eyes."And it 's Penny. We 'll be gettin'to be intimate each former existent well."

"Mercedes said my fuzz is the wrong color ?"

"Who do we look like ?"centime 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 perfervid heart above their slits.

"You appear similar to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a matching impassioned 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 Master 's jealous of Mary,"centime continued."He gets off on using us."

I noticed blench bruise on both of their breasts—bite marks. I received interchangeable bruises during my training. The Theocracy 's law said a slave 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 Master or Mistress that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"mistress,"sighed cent."She 's run off with one of her lovers. She does it every few year. master buys a new slave as a endowment for her to bring her back."

Over the next few hours, the girls used strange device on me invented by the Holy Vizier. They did n't just dye my tomentum auburn, they permanently changed my haircloth people of colour. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and small molecule burned all across my cheeks and bosom as freckle blossomed. They smeared a emollient on my slit and a midst, red George Herbert Walker Bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a tally heart to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how close my body soma was to the Goddess. I had the Saame curved shape, the same full general binge size, and the Same, heart-shaped face. I could pass for one of her sister now.

"Let 's have you to Master,"Mercedes said, nodding in atonement their work.

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

"I received raspy handling during my schooling,"I answered."Belleramine honorary society prepares its girl for a life as a BDSM slave."

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

The cabin was the size of a small bedroom tucked into the tail of the planer. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue teething ring and an ebony wood anatomy. James Byron Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a book of account spreadhead out next to it along with a ikon of a beautiful, Whitney Young womanhood with bright and compact, sinister hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

"I am your Goddess, Madonna !"I declared, hoping my training and inherent aptitude were right."On your articulatio genus !"

Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my head up confidently as the fire burned in his amobarbital sodium 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, gripe ! You always avail her !"

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

My words were cut off as he lunged at me, his deal gripping my throat. Panic momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His bridge player squeezed, choking me. He was solid than he looked, his travelling bag Fe. I struggled, just enough to shake him, my helping hand trying to pry his fingerbreadth 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 of tree branch, my now auburn whisker falling across my aspect. I struggled to promote my pilus out of my face. I put on a looking of fear."You ca n't be doing this,"I protested, letting my representative 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 prove you how harlot are treated !"

His cock was intemperately, svelte, with a protuberant promontory that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slacks. He let the pants slide off his skinny legs, and kicked them off, before advancing with like a hungry shark at her.

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

He practically leaped at me, his body pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my arms. He grabbed them, pinning them to the rampart 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 peter coming nearer and closemouthed to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my master key 's pleasure. All my training, the toilsome workplace and farsighted nights practicing was worth it. His cock speared me. Rough, sinewy, stabbing into my sheath with violence.

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

He ignored me, stabbing his pecker over and over into my puss. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my sensitive human body. It was hard keeping my passion out of my part. It was too soon to sound like I enjoyed it. I needed to shinny longer before I submitted.

"No, halt !"I screamed, putting all the fear I could into my speech."You 're hurting me."

I bucked beneath him, struggling to affect my arms beneath his force. His cock plowed into me, churning my warmth as his breakwater smashed into my button. Every barb shot new sparks of pleasure through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to keep back my pleasure. A small gasp escaped my lips, the first lead that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a slow surrender. Let my passkey believe he was winning me over. I let out another petty sigh, careful to keep my full passion inside me.

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

"I do n't,"I moaned, giving his hammer a gruntle squeeze with my snatch."Please, occlusive !"

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

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lust overrun my tincture and my rose hip start to squirm."I hate this !"
"I can finger how wet you are, Madonna ! Your dirty pussy 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a whore !"His fingers pinched my tit, one Thomas More wonderful esthesis adding to the boiling in my CORE. Lust 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 legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him harder into me. My cum was upon me and I fought it off—it was too early."stop fucking me !"

Our hips slammed together."Say it !"he hissed."Tell me how nifty my dick feels !"

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

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

"Oh, no !"I gasped. It was time. I surrendered to the heat of his thrusts and let my coming exploded inside me. I howled my pleasance, throwing my munition around his consistency and clutching him to me as pleasure rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to in high spirits and mellow plateau of passion. I savored my relief.

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

"I 'm the Charles Herbert Best you 've ever had, huh, whore ?"

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

He drove once more into me. His whole body tensed, his cheek squeezing shut as his seminal fluid erupted into my hungry depths. One last, wondrous climax speared through me. My master key came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his free weight to my bosom as we were whipped by the winds of our passions, rocked in a storm of lust.

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

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

"You can go ..."

"crack,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

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

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

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

The pitiable man. His wife 's ceaseless infidelities seemed to have robbed him of his self-confidence and made him feel inadequate. I tried to keep back my electronegative view about my new schoolma'am out of my mind, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would dedicate her a piece of my psyche. Her hubby was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him exempt. 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 take the air around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-sized mattress, tight for three woman, especially when penny and Mercedes could n't look to hold their hands off each other. When I walked in, tired after my prospicient, charge up day, I found the two girl 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 qualification. I managed to recover a deep ambition, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my pussy.

I woke up to Penny between my legs going to town on my cunt. I opened my rima oris to protest my desire to sleep when Mercedes kitty-cat descended to my lips and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, tart and tangy.

The three of us were a mess when we finally collapsed into eternal rest. I woke when the carpenter's plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to sleep for the longsighted flying across the Pacific to the Philippines. On the tedious flight of stairs, I pleasured master two More times, both sentence playing Mary and letting my master"rape"me.

The local anaesthetic administrator who administrated the Philippines for Dean met us with a limo. James Dean 's bodyguards drove escort vehicles. Manila, like many cities, had been devastated during the ogre war, and Theocracy architects and engineers oversaw its rebuilding. All the new twist resembled vicinity and buildings in Evergreen State D.C. The main cathedral looked identical to the one back home, and I could name each of the local Governmental buildings. That one was the section of didactics because of the L bod the building had, and that one belonged to the Department of jurist because of the statue of Chasity before measure that led up to a big, looking glass entrance. We entered a residential neighborhood. The mansion were all one of the XVII approved family unit dwellings, or the seven approved apartment tenement, which only varied by height.

The only way I could tell it was n't Washington District of Columbia were the palm tree diagram and the remnants of old Manila. There were elder edifice that showed some individuality and selection. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the Sami. I 'm sure it would establish the multitude of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back base, guard officer wore the same uniforms, government works wore their causa, jack wore their disconsolate coveralls, and Fannie Merritt Farmer their blue jean and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a hill into a new neighborhood and stopped."271 has occupied this household, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a grey home, the Lapp precise shadowiness as all the early 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 machines dentists used to attend at your teeth ? We stepped into the business firm. The family that lived here bowed to doyen, then retreated upstairs. 271, pearl skinned with vast breasts that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, headphones over her ears. A television camera on a tripod was set up future to her, pointed at the future door house. I peered out the windowpane at the planetary house. The former theater 's windows were covered by compact drapes, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the paries like it was n't there. A couple writhed in a passionate bosom on the bed. The char, Alice, rode the man, his dark hands groping her little breasts.

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

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I glanced at maestro 's face. Pain clenched his forehead. His hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn hair. She pulled his hammer 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, roll in the hay me !"Alice moaned over and over."I love you ! Keep fucking me !"

James Dean shoved Mercedes 's pass all the way down his shaft, muttering under his breathing spell. He grunted, and it took me a bit to realize 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 mesomorphic body, her fingers toying with his lightlessness chest hair."You are so insatiate,"she purred."I love it."

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

"Bah, hitch in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your wife birdsong 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 love me ?"

"Of track I do ! You are the flame of my life."

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

"My soul sings praise to your celestial mantrap. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all creation ! Your breasts are perfect, round and lush and your pelvis drive me to distraction. Your lips are broad, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"enough,"James Byron Dean snarled."274, institutionalize your guards in."

"At once, sir,"the lightlessness bodyguard saluted."275, 273 take the front. 271, 272 the tail. 276, you stay with me to guard Dean."

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

I watched in astonishment as they surged out. There was a metier to the escort 's movements, a fierceness of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the house, their accelerator pedal drawn. I shivered, once artillery killed G every day, and now only the bodyguard carried them. Mankind was barren of offense. We all obeyed the god'laws. hoi polloi only died from sickness, accidents, and old age.

I followed my Master out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the front door while 271 and 272 circled the house to the backyard. They moved with such peril. 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 meter. 275 crashed her shoulder into the threshold, darting in followed by 273. There was a frightened shout from a woman—probably Marco 's married woman. Marco and his wife would have been matched at a Danton True Young age, selected for compatible personality and intimate orientations by the aptitude exam and their school teacher.

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

Dean rushed to the house. I followed.

A knit stitch, dark skinned charwoman, knelt in the shopping center of the kitchen, her expression calmness. She knew to obey the bodyguards. Every citizen knew the Gods'third commandments : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without hesitation.

And everyone recognized a member of the bodyguards. They were elite women, only three hundred members, who guarded the God and their favored servants. These women were all veterans of the daimon state of war. Some had even helped to overthrow the False God Brandon and defended the Supreme Being during the Miracle.

dean did n't even count at Marco 's wife. He strode into the bedroom and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, rancid musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another duet of bodyguards. Alice lounged on the rumpled bed, not covering her nakedness, her thighs obscenely spread to show the result of their passion. I could see faint contusion on her knocker and neck. No, hickeys.

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

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

"codification examiner, City of Manila, soil of the Philippine, territory of Oceania, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

"right field away, sir,"275 reply and the two bodyguards dragged Marco out of the room.

"must you always relegate my lovers to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, tell them to blockade hitting Marco."

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

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

"Because a adult female needs to finger passion in her aliveness,"she answered, staring at him."To be loved and adored."She gave a wicked giggle."And Marco is very cute."

"I love you, Alice."

There was so much pain in his vocalisation. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible woman see what her actions were doing to him ? Did she not manage 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 eyes narrowed, annoyance creeping into her words."You get too caught up in your work. So, of course my eyes are going to wander."

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

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that mean ?"

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

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

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our dearest were gravid bonfire burning brightly. But the fuel does n't final long and the fire burns out. I was already finding Marco tiresome. He was always wanting to make instead of paying attending to me."

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

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

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

"Yes, and your negligence. But I am gloomy for hurting you. These fiery loves burn so undimmed, 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 do it me ?"

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her Pomaderris apetala centre were fierce."But you ca n't neglect me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with wanton heat."Instead, you track me down and show up just how much you love me. Look at you. You 're full of heat. It makes me feel so awake !"

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 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 form. 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 back ; her teat to hard points and her pubic hair diffused as silk on my ass. Her fingerbreadth found my pussy, sliding into my deepness."They always are like this after they reunite."

"shag me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! draw me forget Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

"I am ! Oh, fuck !"She screamed her coming for all of capital of the Philippines to hear.

Penny 's fingers wormed inside me, the dog of her script grinding on my clit. Her lip was mild as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't take my middle off my superior. I had never seen anything like it in my lifespan. It was raw. passion at its purest. Lust at it 's most potent, distilled to remove love, rawness, compassion, ignominy, debasement. Even hatred and wrath were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on Penny 's fingers so many meter as I witnessed my master copy 's passion.

They used so many position. He must deliver taken a charming viagra, because he came in her lip, her twat, and her ass over and over. The way filled with their potent smell and the bed seemed sticky with pussy juices and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, Dean 's arms wrapped around his wife from behind, his fingers gently playing with her chest while he nuzzled at her neck. A happy smiling filled her facial expression."I love you, Dean,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

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

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

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

bout welled in her hazel tree middle."I do n't merit your dear,"she whispered."I 'm a terrible individual. But I do make out you. It 's because you seem to care about me despite my fault. You 're a well person that I 'll ever be, Dean."

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

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

"I 'll work on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

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

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

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

I knelt at the bed, trying to obscure my hatred of this woman. Why did they stay together ? I buried my face in her bitch, hating every endorsement of it. Why could n't I just belong to doyen ? But I was a slave. I could n't select who I pleasured. Dean gave me to Alice, I was her natural endowment, her toy.

Forever .