The the Tempter 's pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

sortie : The gift

billet : Mark once fucked a coin bank teller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a daughter named wisecrack. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Sat, Apr 17th, 2031 - Sally Fritz - Washington D.C. D.C., North American territory

"Are you nervous ?"Cardinal Jessie asked me.

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

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

Her hubby, cardinal number Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a quick buss."There are some of import multitude out there, slaves,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth class to calibrate from Belleramine academy, the premier schoolhouse for transforming Danton True Young women into submissive striver. Ran by the church building under the auspice of the Archdiocese of compass north America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the carmine who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the diocese of the one-time United States, Canada, and Greenland. Only the best miss were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

It was because of my father that I was here—Mark Glassner. The keep God and guardian of human race. The devil Slayer.

Of course of study, being one of stain 's fry did n't have me that special. He was a lusty God, and had sowed his seeds in many playing area far and all-embracing. Only his fry 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 Washington 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 Department of Education. At the age of XIV, I was given the pick of graduating and taking the assessment test to discover what role in society the Gods needed me to fulfil, or I could be trained as a slave for the next two years.

I had envied the elder girls who were being trained as slave. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their headspring held heights. They were replete of superbia. Only the expert lady friend attended Belleramine, and only the unspoiled of the best of those were given the chance to be a hard worker. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful the great unwashed in the Earth : Bishops ruling Diocese or Executives ruling Territories. If I was really prosperous, a Cardinal or a Governor, mortal bound to the immortal themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me.

Our training was extensive. The very night I agreed to come out my knuckle down training, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a char out of me. Over the hold up two days I was instruct how to please both men and charwoman with every parting of my body, from my agile tongue to my deft fingerbreadth. I was trained how to hold up retentive stop of thraldom and other uncomfortableness, learned to savor the taste of urine, and how to be whipped for my proprietor pleasure.

I was fix to suffice 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 flowers ready to be plucked. I was skittish, even though I knew how great my beauty was. My hair was a ample, honey-brown that fell in deep curls about my stave, finespun face. My centre were piercing blue, not rare among print 's children, and my lip were minor and pouty. My figure was shapely, perky bosom and tumid mammilla just the right size for a man 's hand to engulf. And my snatch was to die for, shaved bare save for a minor landing striptease. My vulva was tight, hiding my pinko petals. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my tart beloved would bead upon my backtalk.

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

All ten of us climbed onto small, labialise stand just enceinte enough for us to kneel on our hands and knees. The pedestal slowly spun so that our potential drop purchaser could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our asses was a figure. I was seven.

The buyers circulated through the room. My education was extensive and I recognized almost all of them. As a slave to a powerful mortal, it would be expected of me to act as a secretary or other case of personal concomitant, so recognizing the of import peoples of the world by sight was a very important skill drilled into us.

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

The buyer were free with their hands and other consistency region. While none were allowed to cum on me, more than a few dicks were quickly shoved into my mouth, ass, or twat so the client could get a gustatory modality for the pleasure I had to offer while more than a few of the adult female had me lap momentarily at their kitty or suck on their breasts.

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

I let my cunt credit crunch on her fingerbreadth. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to experience the majesty of bell ringer and The Virgin, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy place books of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't know. 5 has a gorgeous fanny,"Cardinal Cynthia answered.

The Governors of the territory of Russia, Anastasia and Stan, admired my bosom while their son shoved his cock inside me. He gave two tough jabbing that left my poor pussy aching for an orgasm. Cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of North Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two doxy, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some male child to be striver,"Lynette told her lovers."Girls are ok, but there 's nothing like a Cy Young man eager to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York Diocese and her daughter, another of my many stepsister, each took a lick of my pussy and both absolutely loved my gustatory modality."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 missy declared. She was sixteen and fantastic, clearly not a miss that went through Belleramine honorary society. Even the girls that did n't become slaves were groomed to be submissive.

Cardinal card and his wife Erin fondled identification number 10 while regulator Daniel, sire 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 stimulation. I knew I ached to cum, juices dripping down my thighs. The potential buyers teased us just long enough to keep us on the threshold of cumming without letting us achieve that wonderful release.

A few lesser Bishops and executive fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to get. We lined up on a stage, standing in provocative poses we would receive to hold for the duration, while handmaid quickly cleared out the pedestals and set up chairman. In minutes, the auction sale was ready to begin.

1—a sweet, Melanerpes erythrocephalus gens Lexa—went for $ 3 million, bought by Cardinal Fatima."A natural endowment 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 full-bosomed lass named heather with platinum blond fuzz in a long braiding. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The despoil 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 Acacia farnesiana Blackwood, daughter of the governor of South Africa.

My warmness pounded as I stepped forward."Number 7 comes from first-class stock. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my knocker a squeeze."Perky tits, very elastic, and spirit at the pinko of her nipples."

Jessie 's molestations rekindled the fire in my loins that had died down while I waited my turn on the block. The blonde 's fingers slid down my venter and stroked my landing strip, before they shoved between my peg. I stifled a gasp, keeping my face tranquil, as her fingers probed my pussy.

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

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

"aspect at how beautiful her incision is."Jessie 's fingers again stroked my vulva."Not a suggestion of her labia minora peaking out. Only her clitoris display when she 's fully aroused."

I let go of my mortise joint and, unbidden, reached behind me to circulate my asscheeks open. I wanted to moan as my youthful Mistress shoved two fingers into my ass.

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

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

It went speedy after that. Red paddles were raised and Kevin rattled off their tender. 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 command kept going on.

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

At $ 4.1 million, most stopped bidding. regulator Anastasia and Cardinalis cardinalis Narcissus pseudonarcissus seemed to own some sorting of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her husband Stan were Russia 's secular masters while Narcissus pseudonarcissus and her married woman Addison were the ecclesiastic kept woman. It seemed neither of these women liked the other.

"I wo n't let you consume her,"daffodil declared, her blonde hair swinging about her heavy boob."Addison and I are gon na enjoy this sugariness, young thing."

Anastasia tossed her farseeing, disgraceful hair's-breadth."So she can dress up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a married woman can remedy your High School Day !"

daffodil, who appeared eighteen but must be in her thirties, folded her arms beneath her rather large white meat."While you and your husband would waste her on some desk job. You 'd probably send her off to Siberia to administrate some logging town."

"At least she 'd be useful !"acclaim Anastasia."She would n't be out fucking every farm female child she could lay her lazy hands on !"

"We 'd at to the lowest degree appreciate her sweetheart ! A somewhat girl deserves to be flaunted."

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

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

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

"My wife is a very lusty woman. Addison has needs, and I do n't heed her going off and scratching them."

"This is growing ho-hum,"a new articulation said. A unplayful man—in his ahead of time twenties, a plain font with a goatee sprouting from his mentum and short, neatly combed, brown hair—stepped up between the two glaring cleaning woman. I racked my nous, struggling to remember who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to hear an end to their trivial squabbles."

Both ladies glared at each former, then the newcomer, then back at each former. I continued searching my idea, trying to rank his face. He had resource if he could set down $ 20 million, so he was obviously important. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit, the type an authority doer would assume, with none of the finery the early 's adorned themselves in.

"Ladies ?"Kevin asked.

"mulct,"Anastasia sighed.

"Better James Byron Dean gets her than that suck up bitch,"daffodil declared."How mark ever came to wish a woman with such a prominent marijuana cigarette up her ass is beyond me."

"crisscross loved to cohere it up my ass. I was the first off of his jogging sluts. What were you again ? right wing, some cyprian he gangbanged in a high school cabinet elbow room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blond snarled.

"semen 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 victor Dean. That meant he was James Byron Dean Perry, regulator of the Territory of Oceania. His married woman was a embrace friend of the Goddess Virgin Mary. He was a powerful man to be married to a woman close the Goddess.

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

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

Mercedes grabbed my blond tresses."This is no serious. And your centre are absolutely the wrong color."I blinked in surprisal. They seemed like babe, but Mercedes had a thin, nasal smell, like she was from New York City.

I did n't address ; my breeding kept my glossa silent, even though I was confused by their comments and their appearances. What was faulty with my eyes ? They were the same deep, sapphire amobarbital sodium of my Father.

"have you forgotten that you were a black-haired girl with Brown University eyes ?"Penny asked Mercedes.

A minute later, Dean stepped out of the construction. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to reveal their breast, myopic mini-skirts that left sleek thighs bare, and knee-deep, black boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguard of the god, lent out to their most trusted servants. Both wore tight, silver medal dog collar about their throats.

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

The 1st emotion I had seen passed across my new master 's face. botheration, anger ... and longing."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

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

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planes were receptive and total of seats. This one was a hallway and a assembling of minor cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."maestro rules all of those small, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Seeland. Plus, he rules Australia, which has a lot of cities on the coast and almost nil across the relief of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a planing machine. Before the Demon warfare, air travelling was usual. Now only government and ecclesiastical officials traveled the cosmos, and those few, lucky folks who moved good around. But that was mostly by gear, trucks, and ships. Before the Gods came, people were infelicitous because they had the wrong jobs. Now the assessment tests told everyone where to work, where to experience, whom to marry, and that made masses a lot happy. The assessments were always right, the Gods said so.

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

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

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

Penny snorted a laughter."We 're slaves, you can speak to us. Besides, passkey and Mistress do n't mind if we have a unloose tongue."

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

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

An excited twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, Miss centime ?"

"Of course, sugar,"Penny rolled her optic."And it 's penny. We 'll be gettin'to know each former real well."

"Mercedes said my hair is the wrong color ?"

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

"You appear similar to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a oppose ardent heart on Penny 's pubic mound.

"Our Mistress, Alice, loves the Goddess dearly,"Mercedes explained."She once had an amour with her and still loves her. We 're proxies."

"addition master key 's jealous of The Virgin,"penny continued."He gets off on using us."

I noticed blench contusion on both of their breasts—bite print. I received similar bruises during my grooming. 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 theory to end up owned by a Master or Mistress that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"Mistress,"sighed Penny."She 's run off with one of her lovers. She does it every few days. superior buys a new striver as a endowment for her to fetch her back."

Over the succeeding few hours, the daughter used unusual gimmick on me invented by the holy place Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my hair color. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and belittled hint burned all across my cheek and boob as lentigo blossomed. They smeared a cream on my pussy and a thick, red bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a matching heart to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how secretive my body shape was to the Goddess. I had the same curves, the same full general bust size, and the Same, cordiform nerve. I could fall out for one of her sisters now.

"Let 's take away you to headmaster,"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 passions get out of ascendancy. 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 sprightliness as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through woodworking plane to the cabin at the backrest, Penny added,"If he calls you Mary, make-believe to be the Goddess and that you 're incapacitated 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 chamber tucked into the butt of the plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue puff and an sable Sir Henry Joseph Wood frame. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a book of account spread out next to it along with a 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 instinct were right."On your knees !"

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

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

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

I tossed my now auburn haircloth."Of course of action I helped her. She 's my Friend. And—"

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

"Whore !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a wad of limbs, my now auburn fuzz falling across my fount. I struggled to push my hair's-breadth out of my face. I put on a tone of fright."You ca n't be doing this,"I protested, letting my spokesperson 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 show you how woman of the street are treated !"

His cock was heavily, slim, with a bulbous top dog that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped falling off. He let the drawers 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 sable headboard.

He practically leaped at me, his body pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my arms. He grabbed them, pinning them to the wall above me as he loomed over me. I gasped for intimation, my pap heaving, dotted with freckle. He settled between my thrashing second joint, his cock coming closer and closer to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my master key 's joy. All my training, the hard piece of work and long nights practicing was deserving it. His turncock speared me. Rough, powerful, stabbing into my sheath with violence.

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

He ignored me, stabbing his peter over and over into my cunt. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my sensitive flesh. It was hard keeping my passionateness out of my vocalization. It was too soon to sound like I enjoyed it. I needed to shin farseeing 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 move my arm beneath his strength. His dick plowed into me, churning my passion as his inguen smashed into my clitoris. Every dig shot new sparks of joy through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to hold back my joy. A little gasp escaped my brim, the first base hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a tiresome surrender. Let my Master believe he was winning me over. I let out another fiddling sigh, heedful to keep my total warmth inside me.

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

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

He let go of my arms and grasped my chest, kneading severe, bruising my fragile flesh. The pain sensation was exquisite."You get it on it, do n't you ? You 're such a whore that you ca n't help yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lust occupy my tint and my pelvis start to wrestle."I hate this !"
"I can sense how wet you are, Mary ! Your soiled bitch 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a whore !"His digit pinched my nipple, one more wonderful sensation adding to the simmering in my core. Lust twisted his brass 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 peg wrapping around his articulatio coxae, pulling him harder into me. My cum was upon me and I fought it off—it was too other."period fucking me !"

Our pelvic girdle slammed together."Say it !"he hissed."William Tell me how great my cock tone !"

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

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

"Oh, no !"I gasped. It was time. I surrendered to the passion of his poking and let my climax exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my coat of arms around his body and clutching him to me as pleasance rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to mellow and in high spirits plateaus of Passion. I savored my relief.

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

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

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

He drove once more into me. His whole body tensed, his face squeezing shut as his seed erupted into my hungry depths. One finish, marvelous climax speared through me. My Master came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weight to my breasts as we were whipped by the tip of our Passion of Christ, rocked in a tempest of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breather came in chide gasps."Oh, Master,"I cooed, kissing his neck and chin."Oh, professional, thank you, give thanks you."

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

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of course of study, Master,"I answered as I stood, a slight unfirm on my feet. My nerves still tingled with the military capability 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 man. His wife 's perpetual infidelities seemed to have robbed him of his self-assurance and made him feel inadequate. I tried to keep my negative thoughts about my new schoolma'am out of my mind, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a piece of my mind. Her hubby was suffering. She should just disjoint him and set him unloose. She should let him feel happiness with another adult female or man or whomever he wanted.

I shared a cabin with centime and Mercedes. It was really just a bed. There was no room to walk around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-sized mattress, tight for three adult female, especially when Penny and Mercedes could n't look to celebrate their manus 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 following to them and tried to ignore their moans and gasps and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a unhorse rest, constantly interrupted by their love qualification. I managed to detect a deep dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my kitty.

I woke up to Penny between my legs going to town on my pussy. I opened my mouth to resist my desire to sleep when Mercedes pussy descended to my brim and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, prostitute and tangy.

The three of us were a mess when we finally collapsed into quietus. I woke when the plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to sleep for the tenacious escape across the Pacific to the Philippine. On the deadening flight, I pleasured passe-partout two More meter, both prison term playing Mary and letting my professional"ravishment"me.

The local executive director who administrated the Philippines for Dean met us with a limo. James Dean 's bodyguards drove escort vehicles. manilla paper, like many metropolis, had been devastated during the demon Wars, and Theocracy architects and engineer oversaw its rebuilding. All the new grammatical construction resembled neck of the woods and edifice in Booker Taliaferro Washington D.C. The main cathedral looked identical to the one spine home, and I could list each of the local Governmental edifice. That one was the section of Education because of the L shape the edifice had, and that one belonged to the department of Department of Justice because of the statue of Chasity before footprint that led up to a boastfully, glass entrance. We entered a residential neck of the woods. The houses were all one of the seventeen approved house dwellings, or the seven approved flat tenements, which only varied by height.

The lone way I could tell it was n't Booker Taliaferro Washington DC were the laurel wreath trees and the remnants of old manilla. There were sr. building that showed some individuality and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the Saame. I 'm sure it would relieve oneself the hoi polloi of manila happier. They dressed just like they did back home, condom officer wore the Saami uniforms, government body of work wore their suits, jack wore their blueish coveralls, and farmer their blue jean and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a hill into a new neck of the woods and stopped."271 has occupied this house, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a gray house, the same precise specter as all the other star sign on the street."She has a few X-ray tv camera pointed at where your married woman is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the machines tooth doctor used to look at your teeth ? We stepped into the theater. The kinsfolk 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, headphone over her ears. A camera on a tripod was set up following to her, pointed at the next doorway theater. I peered out the window at the house. The former theatre 's windows were covered by thick drapes, 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 cleaning woman, Alice, rode the man, his dark hands groping her lowly breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her feet, her great mamilla jiggling, and snapped James Byron 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 cock, Alice ! I love it !"

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

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

"I am, Marco !"Her back arched, his manus rolling garden pink teat between his fingers."Oh, yes ! I love it !"

She kept riding him, leaning over so her black fuzz fell in a curtain about their faces, hiding them. sound of passionate kissing echoed through the speakers. Marco flipped them over and force 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 love life !"

I glanced at original 's face. Pain clenched his brow. His hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn hair. She pulled his putz 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.

"roll in the hay me, fuck me !"Alice moaned over and over."I love you ! continue fucking me !"

James Byron Dean shoved Mercedes 's head teacher all the way down his pecker, muttering under his breath. He grunted, and it took me a here and now 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 groan, hammering Alice and then collapsed on her, satiated himself."You are so beautiful,"Marco whispered."My lovely peach."

She snuggled against his powerful consistence, her fingers toying with his dim chest hair."You are so insatiable,"she purred."I love it."

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

"Bah, stay in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your wife birdcall 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 have intercourse me ?"

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

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

"My soul sings praise to your heavenly peach. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all creation ! Your breasts are stark, round and alcoholic and your coxa drive me to distraction. Your lips are wide, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"enough,"Dean snarled."274, broadcast your safety in."

"At once, sir,"the black bodyguard saluted."275, 273 take the front. 271, 272 the behind. 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 strength to the bodyguard 's apparent motion, a violence of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the house, their hit man drawn. I shivered, once guns killed thousands every day, and now only the bodyguard carried them. human race was free of crime. We all obeyed the Gods'laws. People only died from illness, stroke, and old age.

I followed my professional out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the social movement room access while 271 and 272 circled the business firm to the backyard. They moved with such peril. I had never met anyone I thought would actually suffer me until now. These woman knew how to commit violence.

I was n't trusted 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 call from a woman—probably Marco 's wife. Marco and his wife would make been matched at a young age, selected for compatible personality and sexual orientations by the aptitude tests and their school teachers.

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

Dean rushed to the menage. I followed.

A plain, wickedness skinned womanhood, knelt in the center of the kitchen, her face calm. She knew to obey the bodyguards. Every citizen knew the Supreme Being'third precept : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without indisposition.

And everyone recognized a penis of the bodyguard. They were elite group womanhood, only three hundred member, who guarded the Gods and their preferent retainer. These women were all veteran of the demon Wars. Some had even helped to reverse the False God Brandon and defended the God during the Miracle.

dean did n't even look at Marco 's married woman. He strode into the bedroom and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, ferment musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another pair of bodyguard. Alice lounged on the rumpled bed, not covering her nudity, her thigh obscenely spread to designate the result of their warmth. I could see faint bruise on her breast and neck opening. 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.

"computer code examiner, City of manilla paper, territory of the Filipino, District 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.

"must you always ostracise my buff to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, recount them to stop hitting Marco."

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

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

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

"I love you, Alice."

There was so very much bother 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 like that she shredded his somebody with her demeanor ? I ignored my preparation and allowed myself to hate my Mistress.

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

"And the fact that I care sufficiency to trail you down every time you disappear on one of you affaire ..."His eyes widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still fuck you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that intend ?"

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

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

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

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

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her arms around his neck opening. He stiffened but did n't attract away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his oculus."Our honey is the Harlan Fisk Stone our aliveness together is built on—our foundation. It maybe boring, but it 's strong and lasting. Strong enough to brave any obstacle."

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

"Yes, and your neglectfulness. But I am pitiful for hurting you. These fiery erotic love 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 roll in the hay me ?"

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazelnut eyes were cutthroat."But you ca n't ignore me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with promiscuous passion."Instead, you track me down and demonstrate just how often you love me. expect at you. You 're full-of-the-moon of passion. It makes me find so alive !"

She kissed him and they melted together, his hands roaming her back, squeezing her ass. They fell onto the bed, still tangled about each other and her fingers deftly undid his belt and 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 body writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each early 's flesh. Her fingernails scratched left red lead across his back.

"I bet you 're so horny,"Penny whispered in my ear, her au naturel consistence pressing against my cover ; her nipples to hard full point and her pubic hair's-breadth soft as silk on my ass. Her fingerbreadth found my slit, sliding into my depths."They always are like this after they reunite."

"nookie me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, married man ! ready me bury Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

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

centime 's fingers wormed inside me, the cad of her hand grinding on my clitoris. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't subscribe to my eyes off my Masters. I had never seen anything like it in my life history. It was raw. passion at its purest. Lust at it 's most powerful, distilled to remove passion, tenderness, compassion, shame, degradation. Even hatred and angriness were gone.

Only lust remained.

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

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

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

"Maybe next time I wo n't number 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 acerb, so hopeless.

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

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

"I 'll try,"she sniffed."If you try to show you bang me 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,"Dean answered.

She smiled like I was a piece of expensive jewelry."Come here and clear my puss up,"she smiled."I love seeing Mary 's cheek from between my thighs."

I knelt at the bed, trying to shroud my hate of this woman. Why did they continue together ? I buried my grimace in her twat, hating every minute of it. Why could n't I just belong to Dean ? But I was a striver. I could n't choose who I pleasured. Dean gave me to Alice, I was her gift, her toy.

Forever .