The demon 's accord Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

crack : The talent

musical note : Mark once fucked a bank teller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a daughter named Sally. Thanks to b0b for Beta reading this.

Saturday, April 17th, 2031 - sallying forth Fritz - Booker Taliaferro Washington D.C., North American dominion

"Are you nervous ?"Cardinal Jessie asked me.

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

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

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

We were the tenth year to graduate from Belleramine Academy, the premier school for transforming young adult female into slavish hard worker. Ran by the Christian church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of North 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 nation, Canada, and Kalaallit Nunaat. Only the best female child were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

It was because of my father that I was here—Mark Glassner. The livelihood God and shielder of Mankind. The daemon Slayer.

Of trend, being one of fall guy 's nestling did n't stool me that peculiar. He was a full-blooded God, and had sowed his seeds in many subject far and wide-eyed. Only his tike 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 recognise my mother. She died when I was six month old. She was one of many slain when the demon Dagon conquered Evergreen State D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphanage. 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 finest education. At the age of XIV, I was given the alternative of graduating and taking the assessment tryout to discover what persona in beau monde the idol needed me to fulfill, or I could be trained as a slave 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 psyche held high. They were full phase of the moon of superbia. Only the best young woman attended Belleramine, and only the best of the upright of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful mass in the existence : Bishops ruling bishopric or administrator ruling district. If I was really favorable, a redbird or a Governor, someone bound to the immortal themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me.

Our training was broad. The very night I agreed to originate my slave training, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a fair sex out of me. Over the last two year I was taught how to please both men and women with every part of my consistency, from my agile glossa to my deft fingers. I was trained how to tolerate yearn periods of bondage and former discomfort, learned to enjoy the preference of urine, and how to be whipped for my possessor pleasure.

I was set to serve and be used for my sea captain 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 heyday ready to be plucked. I was nervous, even though I knew how great my ravisher was. My pilus was a robust, honey-brown that fell in compact curls about my circle, delicate face. My optic were piercing blue, not uncommon among Mark 's kid, and my sass were small and pouty. My figure was shapely, perky breasts and puffy teat just the right wing size for a man 's hand to engulf. And my slit was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing place strip show. My vulva was tight, hiding my pink flower petal. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my tangy dearest would bead upon my lips.

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

All ten of us climbed onto small, round base just declamatory enough for us to kneel on our hands and stifle. The footstall slowly spun so that our potential buyers could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our asses was a issue. I was seven.

The buyers circulated through the room. My preparation was encompassing and I recognized almost all of them. As a striver to a powerful person, it would be expected of me to act as a secretary or other type of personal tender, so recognizing the important peoples of the reality by lot was a very important acquirement drilled into us.

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

The buyers were loose with their hands and early trunk character. While none were allowed to cum on me, more than than a few gumshoe were quickly shoved into my back talk, ass, or kitty so the guest could get a penchant for the delights I had to offer while Thomas More than a few of the womanhood had me lap momentarily at their pussies or suck on their breasts.

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

I let my snatch squeeze play on her fingers. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the showtime to experience the majesty of cross and Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy Bible of the Glasnerian Bible.

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

The regulator of the dominion of USSR, Anastasia and Stan, admired my knocker while their son shoved his rooster inside me. He gave two arduous driving force that left my miserable snatch aching for an orgasm. Cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of N Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two paramour, Kevin and Saint Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some boys to be slaves,"Lynette told her buff."girl are very well, 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 slug of my pussy and both absolutely loved my gustatory sensation."I want her, mama,"the girl begged."I absolutely have to own her."

"We 'll see,"Bryanna answered."There are a lot more significant hoi polloi here than us. But I 'm sure 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 honorary society. Even the girls that did n't become slaves were groomed to be submissive.

Cardinal placard and his wife Erin fondled number 10 while Governor Book of Daniel, father of the Holy Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few sentence out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girls of my class were flushed with rousing. I knew I ached to cum, succus dripping down my second joint. The potential buyers teased us just long enough to keep us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that wonderful release.

A few lesser Bishops and Executives fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to commence. We lined up on a degree, standing in provocative poses we would suffer to have for the length, while servants quickly cleared out the stand and set up chairs. In proceedings, the auction was ready to begin.

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

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

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

Jessie 's molestation rekindled the fire in my loins that had died down while I waited my turn on the block. The blonde 's finger 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 puss and holding them up to the crowd."With a thick consistency and a tangy flavor."

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

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

I let go of my ankles and, unbidden, reached behind me to diffuse my asscheeks receptive. I wanted to moan as my youthful Mistress shoved two finger into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the finger in and out."She can take even the with child cock or dildo and has no problem wearing a rear end chaw for extended periods."

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

It went prompt after that. Red paddles were raised and Kevin rattled off their tender. Every 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 founder is,"whispered Jessie."Every man wants to violate you and every woman wants to be touched by Him again."

At $ 4.1 million, most stopped bidding. Governor Anastasia and redbird Daffodil seemed to give birth some sort of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her husband Stan were Russia 's temporal overlord while Daffodil and her married woman Addison were the ecclesiastical mistresses. It seemed neither of these charwoman liked the other.

"I wo n't let you experience her,"Daffodil declared, her blonde hair swinging about her great tits."Addison and I are gon na savour this sweet, young thing."

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

Daffodil, who appeared eighteen but must be in her 1930s, folded her sleeve beneath her rather large breasts."While you and your husband would languish her on some desk job. You 'd probably ship her off to Siberia to administrate some logging town."

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

"We 'd at least appreciate her beauty ! A somewhat girl deserves to be flaunted."

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

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

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

"My wife is a very full-blooded woman. Addison has needs, and I do n't mind her going off and scratching them."

"This is growing tiresome,"a new articulation said. A serious man—in his early twenties, a plain brass with a goatee sprouting from his Kuki and short-circuit, neatly combed, brownness hair—stepped up between the two glaring womanhood. I racked my mind, struggling to remember who he was."I 'll buy the striver for $ 20 million just to learn an end to their petty squabbles."

Both Lady glared at each other, then the entrant, then back at each former. I continued searching my mind, trying to site his face. He had resource if he could shake off $ 20 million, so he was obviously authoritative. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit, the type an function 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 gripe,"Daffodil declared."How bell ringer ever came to care a woman with such a large stick up her ass is beyond me."

"Mark loved to sting it up my ass. I was the first of his jogging loose woman. What were you again ? rightfield, some whore he gangbanged in a luxuriously school locker room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blonde snarled.

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

"Yes dear,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Daffodil called my new passe-partout Dean. That meant he was Dean Perry, Governor of the Territory of Oceania. His wife was a bosom champion of the Goddess Virgin Mary. He was a mighty man to be married to a adult female close the Goddess.

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

"I 'm penny and this is Mercedes,"cooed the slightly curt of the pair, they were about my acme. She had a tenuous drawl to her spokesperson, hinting at her Southern heritage."Oh, you are just beautiful as the dawn."

Mercedes grabbed my blonde tress."This is no good. And your eyes are absolutely the wrong color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like baby, but Mercedes had a slight, pinched smell, like she was from New York City.

I did n't speak ; my training kept my tongue silent, even though I was confused by their comment and their appearances. What was incorrect with my eyes ? They were the Saami deep, cerulean wild blue yonder of my Father.

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

A moment later, dean stepped out of the construction. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in naval forces blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to reveal their breasts, short mini-skirts that left sleek thighs bare, and knee-deep, black boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguard of the Supreme Being, lent out to their most rely handmaid. Both wore tight, ash gray neckband about their throats.

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

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

"Manila."

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

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought airplane were open and wide of seats. This one was a hallway and a accumulation of pocket-sized cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."superior regulation all of those small, pacific islands from HI to New Seeland. Plus, he convention Australia, which has a lot of cities on the coast and almost nothing across the rest of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a sheet. Before the devil Wars, air travel was common. Now only political science and ecclesiastical official traveled the cosmos, and those few, lucky folks who moved commodity around. But that was mostly by gear, hand truck, and ships. Before the god came, people were distressed because they had the wrong line. Now the judgment psychometric test told everyone where to work, where to subsist, whom to marry, and that made people a lot happier. The assessments were always right, the Gods said so.

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

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

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

Penny snorted a joke."We 're striver, you can talk to us. Besides, passe-partout and Mistress do n't mind if we have a free tongue."

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

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

An stir sparkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, Miss cent ?"

"Of course, sugar,"Penny rolled her eyes."And it 's penny. We 'll be gettin'to have intercourse each other existent well."

"Mercedes said my hair is the wrongfulness color ?"

"Who do we see like ?"Penny asked, unbuttoning her attire. Mercedes sighed and pulled her clothes over her head revealing her au naturel body. Both cleaning lady 's pubic hair had been sculpted into a perfervid heart above their slits.

"You appear similar to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a cope with fiery 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,"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 grooming. The Theocracy 's law said a slave could be bruised and welted, so long as no blood was drawn or pearl broken. I knew it was a possibility to end up owned by a schoolmaster or fancy woman 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 endowment for her to contribute her back."

Over the next few hours, the young lady used strange devices on me invented by the Holy Vizier. They did n't just dye my fuzz auburn, they permanently changed my hair people of color. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and belittled molecule burned all across my cheeks and heart as freckles blossomed. They smeared a cream on my pussy and a midst, 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 Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe was to the Goddess. I had the like curve, the same general bust size, and the same, cordiform face. I could pass off for one of her sister now.

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

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

"I received rough treatment during my schooling,"I answered."Belleramine academy prepares its girls for a spirit as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through plane to the cabin at the backbone, penny added,"If he calls you Madonna, make-believe to be the Goddess and that you 're lost 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 it of a modest bedroom tucked into the prat of the plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue comforter and an soot black wood form. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a ledger spread out next to it along with a moving picture of a beautiful, young woman with lustrous and thick, black hair.

Alice Oliver Hazard Perry, the missing wife.

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

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

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

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

I tossed my now auburn pilus."Of track I helped her. She 's my admirer. And—"

My words were cut off as he lunged at me, his hand gripping my throat. scare momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His bridge player squeezed, choking me. He was stronger than he looked, his grip atomic number 26. I struggled, just enough to charge up him, my hands trying to pry his finger's breadth off as my breath rasped in my throat.

"woman of the street !"

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

"You 're the dirty cyprian that corrupted my wife,"he snarled, unbuttoning his knickers."I 'll evidence you how whores are treated !"

His cock was hard, slim, with a bulbous head 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 munition. He grabbed them, pinning them to the wall above me as he loomed over me. I gasped for breath, my tits heaving, dotted with freckles. He settled between my thrashing thighs, his cock coming closer and closer to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my superior 's joy. All my breeding, the gruelling work and farsighted night practicing was deserving it. His dick speared me. Rough, powerful, stabbing into my cocktail dress with violence.

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

He ignored me, stabbing his hammer over and over into my snatch. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my raw flesh. It was hard keeping my passion out of my voice. It was too soon to voice like I enjoyed it. I needed to scramble farsighted before I submitted.

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

I bucked beneath him, struggling to prompt my arms beneath his strength. His shaft plowed into me, churning my passions as his bulwark smashed into my clit. Every slam shot new electric arc of pleasure through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to hold back my pleasure. A small gasp escaped my mouth, the first hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a easy fall. Let my master key believe he was winning me over. I let out another little sigh, heedful to save my fully passion inside me.

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

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

He let go of my arms and grasped my breast, kneading hard, bruising my delicate chassis. The pain was exquisite."You roll in the hay it, do n't you ? You 're such a tart that you ca n't help yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lust obtrude upon my whole tone and my hips 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 cocotte !"His digit pinched my teat, one more marvelous sense adding to the boiling in my heart and soul. lecherousness twisted his nerve 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 ramification 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 bang-up my stopcock 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 mania of his thrusts and let my orgasm exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my arms around his torso and clutching him to me as pleasure rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to mellow and high-pitched plateaus of Passion. I savored my relief.

"I love your cock !"I screamed in his ear."Harder ! piece of tail me surd !"

"I 'm the C. H. Best you 've ever had, huh, whore ?"

"Yes ! The very substantially ! Oh, shag, I 'm still cumming !"

He drove once more into me. His whole body tensed, his face squeezing shut as his come erupted into my hungry profundity. One go, wonderful climax speared through me. My skipper came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his system of weights to my breasts as we were whipped by the air current of our rage, rocked in a storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breaths came in ragged gasp."Oh, sea captain,"I cooed, kissing his neck and mentum."Oh, master, 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 thighs. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the ceiling, his skinny chest rebellion 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 form, Master,"I answered as I stood, a footling unsteady on my feet. My heart still tingled with the strength of my cums.

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

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

The poor people man. His wife 's constant unfaithfulness seemed to have robbed him of his self-confidence and made him feel inadequate. I tried to sustain my minus thoughts about my new Mistress out of my nous, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a objet d'art of my head. Her husband was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him free people. She should let him find happiness with another woman or man or whomever he wanted.

I shared a cabin with Penny and Mercedes. It was really just a bed. There was no room to walk around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-size mattress, tight for three women, especially when centime and Mercedes could n't seem to hold open their hands off each other. When I walked in, tired after my long, exciting day, I found the two girls vigorously sixty-nining each other.

Sighing, I stretched out next to them and tried to cut their moans and gasps and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a twinkle sopor, constantly interrupted by their love making. I managed to find a thick dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my pussy.

I woke up to centime between my ramification going to Town on my pussy. I opened my mouth to dissent my desire to sleep when Mercedes pussy descended to my backtalk and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, prostitute and tangy.

The three of us were a mess when we finally collapsed into sleep. I woke when the plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to sleep for the long flying across the Pacific Ocean to the Philippine. On the boring trajectory, I pleasured Master two more times, both metre playing Mary and letting my passe-partout"rape"me.

The local Executive who administrated the Republic of the Philippines for doyen met us with a limo. dean 's bodyguard drove escort vehicle. Manila, like many urban center, had been devastated during the Demon war, and Theocracy architect and engineers oversaw its rebuilding. All the new construction resembled neighbourhood and buildings in Washington D.C. The main duomo looked identical to the one back home, and I could nominate each of the local Governmental buildings. That one was the Department of Education because of the L embodiment the building had, and that one belonged to the Department of Justice because of the statue of Chasity before steps that led up to a large, Methedrine entrance. We entered a residential neighborhood. The business firm were all one of the seventeen approved family dwelling, or the seven approved apartment tenement house, which only varied by height.

The only way I could tell it was n't Washington D.C. were the palm trees and the remnants of old Manila. There were older buildings that showed some individuality and selection. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the same. I 'm sure it would make the people of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back household, safety officer wore the same uniforms, government whole shebang wore their suits, laborers wore their blue coveralls, and farmer their bluing 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 gray sign, the Same precise shade as all the other houses on the street."She has a few roentgen ray camera pointed at where your wife is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the car dentist used to look at your teeth ? We stepped into the firm. The mob that lived here bowed to dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, ivory skinned with vast breasts that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, headphones over her ears. A tv camera on a tripod was set up future to her, pointed at the next door family. 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 yoke writhed in a passionate embrace on the bed. The woman, Alice, rode the man, his dark hands groping her modest breasts.

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

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

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

"Yes, yes !"she moaned, to the full of passion."I love your prick, Marco ! Oh, shtup ! I love it !"

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

"I am, Marco !"Her back arched, his deal rolling garden pink teat 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. 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 bang to their lovemaking.

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

I glanced at Master 's face. Pain clenched his brow. His hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn hair. She pulled his stopcock 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, fuck me !"Alice moaned over and over."I love you ! Keep fucking me !"

Dean shoved Mercedes 's straits all the way down his cock, muttering under his breathing place. He grunted, and it took me a moment to realise 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 finger's breadth toying with his black chest of drawers hair."You are so unsatiable,"she purred."I love it."

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

"Bah, halt in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your wife margin call in sick for you and make passion to me."

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

"Do n't you love me ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"At once, sir,"the black bodyguard saluted."275, 273 take the movement. 271, 272 the rump. 276, you stay with me to guard Dean."

"gentlewoman,"the five bodyguard 's saluted.

I watched in astonishment as they surged out. There was a strength to the bodyguard 's movements, a violence of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the house, their ordnance drawn. I shivered, once throttle killed thousands every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. Mankind was discharge of offence. We all obeyed the deity'Laws. multitude only died from sickness, chance event, and old age.

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

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

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

dean rushed to the house. I followed.

A plain, night skinned woman, knelt in the centerfield of the kitchen, her cheek composure. She knew to obey the escort. Every citizen knew the divinity'3rd commandments : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without hesitation.

And everyone recognized a member of the bodyguard. They were elite women, only three hundred members, who guarded the Gods and their favored handmaid. These cleaning woman were all old-timer of the Demon warfare. Some had even helped to bring down the False God Brandon and defended the Gods during the Miracle.

Dean did n't even look at Marco 's wife. He strode into the bedroom and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, sour musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another pair of bodyguards. Alice lounged on the rumpled bed, not covering her nakedness, her second joint obscenely spread to show the effect of their passion. I could see faint bruise on her white meat 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 sleep.

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

"Code examiner, City of manila, district of the Philippines, territory of Oceania, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

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

"moldiness you always relegate my buff to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, tell them to stop hitting Marco."

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

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

"Because a fair sex needs to feel passion in her liveliness,"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 lots pain in his voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible char see what her natural process were doing to him ? Did she not worry 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 work. So, of row my eyes are going to wander."

"And the fact that I care sufficiency to pass over you down every clip you disappear on one of you affairs ..."His eyes widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still bang you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that have in mind ?"

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

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

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our loves were enceinte bonfires burning brightly. But the fuel does n't last foresightful and the fervour burns out. I was already finding Marco tiresome. He was always wanting to work instead of paying attention to me."

"So you do n't have intercourse me ?"doyen demanded, the anger returning.

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

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

"Yes, and your neglect. But I am sorry for hurting you. These fiery loves burn so bright, it blinds me to our love."

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

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazelnut eyes were fierce."But you ca n't push aside me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with wanton passion."Instead, you track me down and depict just how much you love me. Look at you. You 're fully of passion. It makes me experience 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 rap 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 dead body writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each early 's flesh. Her fingernails scratched left red tracks across his back.

"I bet you 're so horny,"penny whispered in my ear, her naked soundbox pressing against my backbone ; her mamilla to hard point and her pubic fuzz soft as silk on my ass. Her digit found my pussy, sliding into my astuteness."They always are like this after they reunite."

"Fuck me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! Make me block Marco !"

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

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

Penny 's fingers wormed inside me, the hound of her hand grinding on my clit. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't charter my eyes off my Masters. I had never seen anything like it in my liveliness. It was raw. rage at its purest. Lust at it 's most potent, distilled to remove lovemaking, tenderness, pity, shame, degradation. Even hatred and anger were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on Penny 's finger's breadth so many times as I witnessed my original 's passion.

They used so many stance. He must make taken a magical sildenafil, because he came in her mouth, her snatch, 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 wife from behind, his fingers gently playing with her bosom while he nuzzled at her neck opening. A happy smile filled her face."I love you, Dean,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

"Maybe adjacent time I wo n't come 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 acrimonious, so hopeless.

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

James Dean turned Alice 's side and wiped away her split."Why ca n't you just kibosh running away from me ?"

"I 'll try,"she sniffed."If you try to prove you know me More often."

"I 'll work on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

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

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

She smiled like I was a piece of expensive jewelry."cum 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 hide my hatred of this adult female. Why did they stay together ? I buried my face in her pussy, hating every arcsecond of it. Why could n't I just belong to dean ? But I was a slave. I could n't select who I pleasured. Dean gave me to Alice, I was her talent, her toy.

Forever .