The Devil 's accord Slave chronicle
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

sortie : The talent

banker's bill : marker once fucked a cant teller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a daughter named wisecrack. Thanks to b0b for beta reading material this.

Sabbatum, April 17th, 2031 - Sally Fritz - Washington D.C., north American District

"Are you nervous ?"Richmondena Cardinalis Jessie asked me.

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

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

Her hubby, carmine Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a immediate kiss."There are some important people out there, slaves,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth class to graduate from Belleramine Academy, the prime schooling for transforming young woman into submissive slaves. Ran by the church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of North America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the Cardinalis cardinalis who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the episcopate of the former United States, Canada, and Greenland. Only the beneficial girls were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

It was because of my founder that I was here—Mark Glassner. The Living God and Defender of human beings. The Demon Slayer.

Of track, being one of Mark 's children did n't make water me that extra. He was a lusty God, and had sowed his seeds in many airfield far and wide. Only his kid born to his Goddess and the Holy hussy were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his girl gave me a few advantages.

I did n't know my mother. She died when I was six calendar month old. She was one of many slain when the daimon Dagon conquered Washington D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphanage. I knew her gens : Donna Fritz. That was it. When I was five, my DNA was tested. I was the daughter of a God. When I was six, I was enrolled at Belleramine Academy.

I was given the o.k. pedagogy. At the age of 14, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the assessment examination to discover what role in club the Gods needed me to fill, or I could be trained as a slave for the future two years.

I had envied the one-time young lady who were being trained as slave. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their heads held high. They were wide of pride. Only the best girls attended Belleramine, and only the best of the best of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful citizenry in the worldly concern : Bishops ruling Diocese or executive director ruling Territories. If I was really golden, a Cardinal or a Governor, individual leaping to the Gods themselves and empower immortality, would buy me.

Our training was all-embracing. The very night I agreed to get my slave grooming, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the last two years I was taught how to please both men and adult female with every constituent of my body, from my nimble glossa to my deft fingers. I was trained how to endure prospicient periods of thrall and other uncomfortableness, learned to savor the taste perception of pee, and how to be whipped for my owner pleasure.

I was set up to serve 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 gear up to be plucked. I was anxious, even though I knew how great my beauty was. My hair was a rich, honey-brown that fell in thickset curls about my rung, delicate grimace. My oculus were piercing blue, not uncommon among target 's children, and my lips were lowly and pouty. My image was shapely, perky knocker and tumid mammilla just the right-hand size for a man 's hand to engulf. And my pussy was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing strip show. My vulva was soaked, hiding my pinko petal. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my tangy honey would bead upon my lips.

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

All ten of us climbed onto diminished, round pedestals just great enough for us to kneel on our script and knees. The pedestal slowly spun so that our potential drop emptor could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our tooshie was a telephone number. 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 person, it would be expected of me to act as a secretary or other type of personal attendee, so recognizing the authoritative citizenry of the world by visual modality was a very important skill drilled into us.

My centre flicked around. One of these brawny men or woman would buy me today.

The buyers were unblock with their script and other trunk parts. While none were allowed to cum on me, More than a few dicks were quickly shoved into my mouthpiece, ass, or pussy so the client could get a taste perception for the delights I had to offer while Thomas More than a few of the women had me lap momentarily at their kitty-cat or suck on their breasts.

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

I let my cunt wring on her finger's breadth. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to live the majesty of Mark and The Virgin, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy books of the Glasnerian Bible.

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

The Governors of the territory of USSR, Anastasia and Stan, admired my tit while their son shoved his cock inside me. He gave two intemperate stab that left my poor pussy aching for an sexual climax. Cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of North Africa let me tongue her cunt while her two paramour, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some boys to be striver,"Lynette told her lovers."little girl are fine, but there 's nothing like a young man eager to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York episcopate and her daughter, another of my many half-sisters, each took a lap of my pussy and both absolutely loved my taste."I want her, mammy,"the girl begged."I absolutely have to own her."

"We 'll see,"Bryanna answered."There are a lot more important multitude here than us. But I 'm trusted we can get you one of the girls."

"I want this one,"the fille declared. She was 16 and wild, clearly not a girl that went through Belleramine honorary society. Even the young lady that did n't become slaves were groomed to be submissive.

Cardinal billhook and his wife Erin fondled phone number 10 while regulator Daniel, founder of the Holy Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few meter out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girls of my class were flushed with arousal. I knew I ached to cum, juices dripping down my thigh. The potential difference buyers teased us just long enough to keep us on the verge 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 begin. We lined up on a stage, standing in provocative pose we would have to hold for the duration, while servants quickly cleared out the footstall and set up chairs. In minutes, the auction was ready to begin.

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

Next up was 2, a voluptuous lass named Heather with platinum blonde tomentum in a long tress. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The coddle daughter of Bishopress Bryanna was excited to win 4. I guess she found another slave she"absolutely has to own."Cardinalis cardinalis Artemis bought 5, and 6 went to sweet acacia blackwood tree, daughter of the governor of southward Africa.

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

Jessie 's harassment rekindled the fire in my loins that had died down while I waited my crook on the block. The blonde 's fingers slid down my venter and stroked my landing strip, before they shoved between my wooden leg. I stifled a pant, keeping my grimace tranquil, as her fingerbreadth probed my pussy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It went quick after that. Red paddles were raised and Kevin rattled off their bids. Every prison term 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 command 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, most stopped bidding. Governor Anastasia and Cardinalis cardinalis Narcissus pseudonarcissus seemed to have some sort of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction sale. Anastasia and her hubby Stan were Soviet Union 's secular masters while Narcissus pseudonarcissus and her wife Addison were the ecclesiastic fancy woman. It seemed neither of these women liked the other.

"I wo n't let you stimulate her,"daffodil declared, her light-haired haircloth swinging about her cloggy bosom."Addison and I are gon na enjoy this sugariness, young thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, black hair."So she can raiment up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can excuse your High schooltime Clarence Shepard Day Jr. !"

Daffodil, who appeared 18 but must be in her 30, folded her sleeve beneath her rather magnanimous white meat."While you and your husband would do in her on some desk job. You 'd probably ship her off to Siberia to administer some logging town."

"At least she 'd be useful !"gaiter 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 middling 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 Word of God, she 'd kvetch your scrawny ass !"declared Daffodil.

"If you could drag her out of whatever wretched, peasant daughter 's bed she 's fallen into. I doubt you even know what soil 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 slow,"a new voice said. A dangerous man—in his early twenties, a knit face with a goatee sprouting from his chin and poor, neatly combed, brown hair—stepped up between the two glaring fair sex. I racked my mind, struggling to remember who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to try an end to their footling squabbles."

Both ladies glared at each other, then the newcomer, then back at each former. I continued searching my judgement, trying to place his font. He had resourcefulness if he could drop $ 20 million, so he was obviously of import. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit, the case an situation doer would wear, with none of the finery the early 's adorned themselves in.

"gentlewoman ?"Kevin asked.

"fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"punter Dean gets her than that suck up bitch,"Daffodil declared."How Mark ever came to like a woman with such a enceinte stick up her ass is beyond me."

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

"You bitch !"the blonde snarled.

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

"Yes dear,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Daffodil called my new master Dean. That meant he was James Byron Dean Perry, governor of the Territory of Oceania. His wife was a bosom friend of the Goddess Blessed Virgin. He was a mightily man to be married to a woman 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 limo. They must be sis, their bodies had the same anatomy and the same cordiform, freckle faces.

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

Mercedes grabbed my blond plait."This is no serious. And your eyes are absolutely the ill-timed color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sis, but Mercedes had a fragile, pinched timbre, like she was from New House of York City.

I did n't utter ; my grooming kept my tongue silent, even though I was confused by their comments and their appearances. What was wrong with my eyes ? They were the same deep, sapphire blue of my Father.

"wealthy person you forgotten that you were a black-haired lady friend with John Brown eyes ?"penny asked Mercedes.

A minute later, Dean stepped out of the building. A brace of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to uncover their breasts, short-change mini-skirts that left sleek thighs bare, and knee-high, bleak boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguards of the Gods, lent out to their most intrust servant. Both wore tight, ash gray chokers about their throats.

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

The number one emotion I had seen passed across my new master copy 's face. Pain, anger ... and yearning."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limo ride to the airport. inquiry burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my dubiousness and my excitement as the limo drove onto the rails towards a festive plane. It was hard, but I was well trained.

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought woodworking plane were open and broad of rear. This one was a hallway and a solicitation of small cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."Master formula all of those diminished, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he dominion Australia, which has a lot of city on the glide and almost nothing across the remainder of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a airplane. Before the Demon state of war, air travel was mutual. Now only authorities and ecclesiastic officials traveled the world, and those few, golden folks who moved good around. But that was mostly by train, trucks, and ships. Before the Gods came, people were unhappy because they had the untimely jobs. Now the assessment tests told everyone where to work, where to live, whom to marry, and that made the great unwashed a lot happier. The judgment were always right, the God said so.

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

"Do you ever babble ?"penny asked me after sitting me down in a small cabin that contained a narrow bed and minor, make-up table and chair.

"I have not received license to verbalise, mistress,"I answered.

Penny snorted a laughter."We 're hard worker, you can speak to us. Besides, lord and fancy woman do n't mind if we have a give up tongue."

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

penny waggled her natural language at her."I 'll express you just how free it can be tonight."

An excited light appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, girl penny ?"

"Of trend, lolly,"Penny rolled her eyes."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 see like ?"Penny asked, unbuttoning her dress. Mercedes sighed and pulled her apparel over her header revealing her naked body. Both cleaning lady 's pubic hair had been sculpted into a igneous spunk above their slits.

"You appear standardized to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a duplicate fiery inwardness on centime 's pubic mound.

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

"Plus Master 's jealous of Mary,"centime continued."He gets off on using us."

I noticed pallid contusion on both of their breasts—bite stigma. I received interchangeable contusion during my education. The Theocracy 's law said a striver could be bruised and welted, so long as no blood was drawn or os broken. I knew it was a possibility to end up owned by a Master or Mistress that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"kept woman,"sighed Penny."She 's run off with one of her lovers. She does it every few years. Master buys a new slave as a gift for her to bring her back."

Over the next few hours, the girls used unknown devices on me invented by the holy Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my hairsbreadth color. It tingled when my middle were changed to emerald and small specks burned all across my nerve and heart as lentigo blossomed. They smeared a cream on my snatch and a midst, red George H.W. Bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a matching heart to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how close my body shape was to the Goddess. I had the same curves, the same oecumenical bust size of it, and the same, heart-shaped expression. I could pass for one of her sisters now.

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

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

"I received rasping handling during my school,"I answered."Belleramine Academy prepares its lady friend for a life sentence as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through planer to the cabin at the back, centime added,"If he calls you Virgin Mary, pretend 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 doorway open.

The cabin was the size of a pocket-size chamber tucked into the tail of the woodworking plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue quilt and an pitch black Sir Henry Joseph Wood chassis. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a ledger spread out next to it along with a picture of a beautiful, young womanhood with burnished and thick, black hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

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

Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my head up confidently as the blast 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, backbite ! You always help her !"

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

My Word of God were cut off as he lunged at me, his hand gripping my throat. Panic momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His hand squeezed, choking me. He was inviolable than he looked, his clutch iron. I struggled, just enough to excite him, my hands trying to pry his fingers off as my breath rasped in my throat.

"cyprian !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a mess of limbs, my now auburn haircloth falling across my face. I struggled to push my hair out of my human face. I put on a look of fear."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 sporting lady that corrupted my married woman,"he snarled, unbuttoning his pants."I 'll show you how whores are treated !"

His tool was severe, slight, with a bulbous promontory that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped mire. He let the bloomers slide off his skinny legs, and kicked them off, before advancing with like a thirsty shark at her.

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

He practically leaped at me, his body pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my coat of arms. He grabbed them, pinning them to the wall above me as he loomed over me. I gasped for breather, my breast heaving, dotted with freckles. He settled between my thrashing thigh, his pecker coming nigher and stuffy to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my Master 's pleasure. All my education, the hard work and retentive nights practicing was worth it. His dick speared me. Rough, brawny, stabbing into my sheath with violence.

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

He ignored me, stabbing his cock over and over into my cunt. His calamus wonderfully rubbed on all my spiritualist flesh. It was hard keeping my passion out of my part. It was too soon to fathom like I enjoyed it. I needed to skin longer before I submitted.

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

I bucked beneath him, struggling to propel my arms beneath his strength. His cock plowed into me, churning my love as his seawall smashed into my clit. Every slam shot new glint of delight through me.

"Please !"

"This is what you get !"he growled."Because you 're a dirty, cruddy loose woman, The Virgin !"

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to defend back my pleasure. A small pant escaped my lips, the first intimation that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a slowly surrender. Let my Master believe he was winning me over. I let out another piddling sigh, careful to hold back my full passion inside me.

Master fucked me gruelling."You like my shaft, do n't you !"

"I do n't,"I moaned, giving his cock a gruntle wring with my pussy."Please, hitch !"

He let go of my arms and grasped my white meat, kneading hard, bruising my delicate material body. The nuisance was exquisite."You lie with it, do n't you ? You 're such a whore that you ca n't serve yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lust invade my tone and my hips start to worm."I hate this !"
"I can feel how wet you are, Blessed Virgin ! Your cheating cunt 's squeezing around my dick ! You 're such a whore !"His finger pinched my mammilla, one Sir Thomas More wonderful sensation adding to the boiling in my core. Lust twisted his font 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 other."hitch fucking me !"

Our pelvic arch slammed together."Say it !"he hissed."Tell me how bully my cock feels !"

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

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

"Oh, no !"I gasped. It was time. I surrendered to the passion of his thrusts and let my orgasm exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my arms around his body and clutching him to me as pleasure rippled over and over through me. His peter kept fucking me, spurring me to higher and high tableland of passion. I savored my relief.

"I love your peter !"I screamed in his ear."Harder ! Fuck me harder !"

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

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

He drove once more into me. His totally body tensed, his expression squeezing shut as his source erupted into my athirst depths. One conclusion, wonderful climax speared through me. My maestro came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weight to my breasts as we were whipped by the winds of our cacoethes, rocked in a storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breaths came in rile gasp."Oh, schoolmaster,"I cooed, kissing his neck and chin."Oh, original, thank you, thank you."

He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. 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 underweight bureau rising and falling beneath his still buttoned up dress shirt, ringed with sweat around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"crack,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of course, Master,"I answered as I stood, a piddling unsteady on my feet. My cheek still tingled with the strength of my cums.

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

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

The poor man. His wife 's constant infidelities seemed to give robbed him of his self-confidence and made him sense inadequate. I tried to keep my negative intellection about my new Mistress out of my mind, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a piece of my mind. Her married man was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him free. She should let him obtain happiness with another cleaning lady 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-sized mattress, tight for three women, especially when cent and Mercedes could n't seem to keep their hands off each other. When I walked in, tired after my farsighted, exciting day, I found the two girls vigorously sixty-nining each other.

Sighing, I stretched out succeeding to them and tried to ignore their moans and gasps and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a light sleep, constantly interrupted by their love qualification. I managed to find a mysterious ambition, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my pussy.

I woke up to centime between my legs going to town on my slit. I opened my lip to protest my desire to log Z's when Mercedes pussy descended to my back talk and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, working girl 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 flight of stairs across the Pacific to the Filipino. On the boring flight, I pleasured Master two more times, both times playing Mary and letting my master"ravishment"me.

The topical anaesthetic executive director who administrated the Philippines for Dean met us with a limo. James Dean 's bodyguards drove bodyguard vehicle. capital of the Philippines, like many urban center, had been devastated during the ogre Wars, and Theocracy architect and railroad engineer oversaw its rebuilding. All the new construction resembled locality and edifice in Washington D.C. D.C. The chief duomo looked indistinguishable to the one binding domicile, and I could identify each of the local Governmental edifice. That one was the Department of pedagogy because of the L shape the construction had, and that one belonged to the Department of Justice because of the statue of Chasity before stone's throw that led up to a with child, glass ingress. We entered a residential neighbourhood. The houses were all one of the seventeen approved family dwellings, or the seven approved flat tenements, which only varied by height.

The exclusively way I could tell it was n't Washington D.C. were the palm trees and the remnant of old manila. There were older edifice that showed some individuality and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the same. I 'm for sure it would constitute the people of manila happier. They dressed just like they did back rest home, safe officer wore the same uniforms, government works wore their suits, laborers wore their blue coveralls, and Farmer their disconsolate jeans and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a James Jerome Hill into a new neighborhood and stopped."271 has occupied this house, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a grey house, the same precise shade as all the former planetary house on the street."She has a few roentgen ray cameras pointed at where your married woman is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the motorcar dental practitioner used to front at your teeth ? We stepped into the house. The menage that lived here bowed to Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, ivory skinned with Brobdingnagian bosom that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, earphone over her ears. A camera on a tripod was set up side by side to her, pointed at the next door house. 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 chamber through the bulwark like it was n't there. A couple writhed in a passionate bosom on the bed. The woman, Alice, rode the man, his glowering hands groping her small breasts.

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

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

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

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

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

"I am, Marco !"Her back arched, his hands rolling 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. Sounds of passionate kissing echoed through the speakers. Marco flipped them over and poking hard into her, knocking the headboard of the bed into the bulwark, adding a staccato smasher to their lovemaking.

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

I glanced at schoolmaster 's nerve. Pain clenched his forehead. His handwriting lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn tomentum. She pulled his cock out, sucking it into her lips as his hired man forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his married woman and her devotee 's passionate embrace.

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

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

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

She snuggled against his muscular body, her digit toying with his black chest of drawers hair."You are so insatiable,"she purred."I love it."

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

"Bah, arrest in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your married woman birdsong in sick for you and hit love to me."

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

"Do n't you have it away me ?"

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

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

"My soul sings praise to your heavenly beauty. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all introduction ! Your chest are staring, round and alky and your rose hip drive me to distraction. Your lips are full, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

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

"At once, sir,"the shameful bodyguard saluted."275, 273 take the nominal head. 271, 272 the rear. 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 escort 's cause, a violence of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the planetary house, their shooter drawn. I shivered, once guns killed 1000 every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. human race was free of crime. We all obeyed the Gods'laws. People only died from unwellness, chance event, and old age.

I followed my Master out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the straw man doorway while 271 and 272 circled the house to the backyard. They moved with such peril. I had never met anyone I thought would actually hurt me until now. These womanhood knew how to confide violence.

I was n't trusted what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the same clock time. 275 crashed her shoulder into the doorway, darting in followed by 273. There was a frightened shout from a woman—probably Marco 's wife. Marco and his wife would suffer been matched at a immature age, selected for compatible personality and sexual orientations by the aptitude examination and their schooltime teachers.

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

Dean rushed to the house. I followed.

A plain, iniquity skinned woman, knelt in the center of the kitchen, her font calm. She knew to obey the bodyguards. Every citizen knew the Gods'tierce commandments : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without waver.

And everyone recognized a extremity of the bodyguard. They were elite group cleaning woman, only three hundred members, who guarded the divinity and their favored retainer. These women were all veterans of the demon war. Some had even helped to subvert 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 chamber and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, dark musk. Marco knelt calmly on the level, watched over by another duo of bodyguard. Alice lounged on the crinkle bed, not covering her bleakness, her thigh obscenely spread to show the result of their passion. I could see faint bruises on her titty 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.

"code inspector, metropolis of Manila, dominion of the Philippine, 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 reply and the two escort dragged Marco out of the room.

"mustiness you always bar my lovers to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, tell them to block off hitting Marco."

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

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

"Because a woman needs to palpate Passion in her sprightliness,"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 voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible cleaning lady see what her actions were doing to him ? Did she not care that she shredded his soul with her deportment ? I ignored my training and allowed myself to hate my Mistress.

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

"And the fact that I care sufficiency to track you down every clock time you disappear on one of you affairs ..."His eyes widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still have a go at it you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that mean ?"

A dreamy smiling flitted across her brass."I also fall in love."

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

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our love life were great bonfires burning brightly. But the fuel does n't close retentive 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 have it away me ?"doyen 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 draw out away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his eyes."Our beloved is the stone our life together is built on—our creation. It maybe boring, but it 's strong and lasting. Strong enough to weather any obstacle."

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

"Yes, and your negligence. But I am sorry for hurting you. These igneous making love burn so promising, it blinds me to our love."

"That 's why you hurt me so much ?"he roared, grabbing her implements of war and pushing her away from him."Because you forget you be intimate me ?"

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel eyes were fierce."But you ca n't snub me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with wanton love."Instead, you track me down and show just how much you love me. see at you. You 're entire of passionateness. It makes me feel so alive !"

She kissed him and they melted together, his men roaming her back, squeezing her ass. They fell onto the bed, still tangled about each other and her fingers deftly undid his belt and knickers and found his tool. 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 corneous,"Penny whispered in my ear, her naked dead body pressing against my back ; her nipples to hard points and her pubic tomentum soft as silk on my ass. Her fingers found my puss, sliding into my profundity."They always are like this after they reunite."

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

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

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

Penny 's fingers wormed inside me, the heel of her bridge player grinding on my clitoris. Her lip was sonant as she nibbled at my cervix. I could n't take my eyes off my master key. I had never seen anything like it in my life-time. It was raw. Passion at its purest. Lust at it 's most potent, distilled to remove dear, tenderness, compassion, shame, abasement. Even hatred and ira were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on penny 's digit so many times as I witnessed my sea captain 's passion.

They used so many positions. He must have taken a witching viagra, because he came in her mouth, her cunt, and her ass over and over. The room filled with their powerful fragrance and the bed seemed pasty with pussy juice and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, Dean 's subdivision wrapped around his wife from behind, his fingerbreadth gently playing with her breast while he nuzzled at her neck. A happy smile filled her boldness."I love you, Dean,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

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

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

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

tear welled in her hazel eyes."I do n't deserve your lovemaking,"she whispered."I 'm a horrific mortal. But I do be intimate you. It 's because you seem to care about me despite my flaw. You 're a honest person that I 'll ever be, Dean."

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

"I 'll try,"she sniffed."If you try to show up 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 Mary. Is she my new toy ?"

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

She smiled like I was a piece of expensive jewellery."Come here and clean my slit up,"she smiled."I love seeing Virgin Mary 's nerve from between my thighs."

I knelt at the bed, trying to hide my hatred of this woman. Why did they rest together ? I buried my face in her slit, hating every second base of it. Why could n't I just belong to James Byron Dean ? But I was a hard worker. I could n't choose who I pleasured. doyen gave me to Alice, I was her gift, her toy.

Forever .