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

sallying forth : The endowment

note : score once fucked a bank teller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a daughter named crack. Thanks to b0b for beta reading material this.

Sat, April 17th, 2031 - Sally Fritz - Washington District of Columbia, North American English District

"Are you neural ?"Cardinal Jessie asked me.

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

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

Her husband, cardinal grosbeak Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a warm kiss."There are some significant the great unwashed out there, hard worker,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the one-tenth grade to graduate from Belleramine academy, the prime shoal for transforming young cleaning lady into submissive slaves. Ran by the Christian church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of north America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the Richmondena Cardinalis who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the government activity of all the diocese of the onetime United States, Canada, and Greenland. Only the upright girls were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

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

Of trend, being one of Mark 's youngster did n't make me that special. He was a concupiscent God, and had sowed his seed in many plain far and wide. Only his tiddler 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 know my mother. She died when I was six calendar month 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 orphanhood. I knew her name : 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. breeding. At the age of fourteen, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the judgement test to discover what role in society the Supreme Being needed me to fill, or I could be trained as a slave for the next two years.

I had envied the one-time little girl who were being trained as slaves. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their capitulum held senior high school. They were entire of pride. Only the full daughter attended Belleramine, and only the best of the Charles Herbert Best of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most sinewy the great unwashed in the macrocosm : Bishops ruling diocese or Executives ruling Territories. If I was really favorable, a Cardinal or a Governor, someone leap to the God themselves and give immortality, would buy me.

Our training was extensive. The very night I agreed to start my slave training, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a womanhood out of me. Over the live two old age I was taught how to please both men and char with every function of my body, from my nimble tongue to my deft digit. I was trained how to run farsighted stop of thralldom and other discomfort, learned to love the gustatory modality of piss, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was ready to serve and be used for my Master or Mistress 's pleasure, no thing 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 nervous, even though I knew how gravid my mantrap was. My haircloth was a plenteous, honey-brown that fell in blockheaded gyre about my beat, delicate face. My eyes were piercing Amytal, not uncommon among patsy 's children, and my lips were small and pouty. My figure was shapely, perky breast and puffy nipples just the right size for a man 's hand to engulf. And my cunt was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing place strip. My vulva was closely, hiding my pink petals. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my tart dearest would bead upon my mouth.

"rent your billet, striver !"Jessie shouted, clapping her hands.

All ten of us climbed onto humble, rung pedestals just big enough for us to kneel on our hands and knees. The pedestal slowly spun so that our potential buyers could properly scrutinise us. Drawn carefully on our asses was a number. I was seven.

The buyer circulated through the room. My training was broad and I recognized almost all of them. As a slave to a hefty person, it would be expected of me to act as a secretary or other type of personal attendee, so recognizing the important mass of the macrocosm by great deal was a very significant acquisition drilled into us.

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

The buyers were free with their hands and other eubstance parts. While none were allowed to cum on me, more than a few putz were quickly shoved into my mouthpiece, ass, or kitty so the client could get a tasting for the delectation I had to offer while more than a few of the women had me lap momentarily at their snatch or absorb on their breasts.

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

I let my cunt hug on her digit. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to experience the majesty of fall guy and The Virgin, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy place Holy Writ of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't make out. 5 has a gorgeous rear,"redbird Cynthia answered.

The Governors of the District of USSR, Anastasia and Stan, admired my tit while their son shoved his pecker inside me. He gave two hard thrusts that left my pitiable pussy aching for an coming. cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of N Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two concubine, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should prepare some boys to be hard worker,"Lynette told her lovers."Girls are fine, but there 's nil like a Loretta Young man tidal bore to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York Diocese and her daughter, another of my many half sister, each took a salt lick of my pussycat and both absolutely loved my taste."I want her, mommy,"the daughter begged."I absolutely have to own her."

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

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

Cardinal account and his wife Erin fondled number 10 while governor Daniel, beginner of the sanctum Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few times out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girl of my year were flushed with stimulation. I knew I ached to cum, succus dripping down my thigh. The potential emptor teased us just long enough to keep on us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that wonderful release.

A few lesser Bishops and executive director fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to begin. We lined up on a point, standing in provocative affectedness we would have to concur for the duration, while servant quickly cleared out the stand and set up professorship. In mo, the vendue was cook to begin.

1—a sugariness, Aythya americana name Lexa—went for $ 3 million, bought by Cardinal Fatima."A gift for my wife,"I heard her say as she collected her slave. central Lucy would be a very lucky woman.

Next up was 2, a voluptuous lass named heather with Pt blonde hairsbreadth in a recollective 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 Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to Cassie Blackwood, girl of the regulator of Confederacy Africa.

My sum pounded as I stepped forward."Number 7 comes from first-class stock. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my boob a hug."Perky tits, very tensile, and look at the pinko of her nipples."

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

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

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

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

I let go of my ankles and, unbidden, reached behind me to spread out my asscheeks open. I wanted to moan as my youthful kept woman shoved two fingerbreadth into my ass.

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

"One of our better hard worker,"Kevin added, moving beside his wife."I can guarantee for both her exuberance and her aptitude. Shall we start the bidding at $ 2 million."

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

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

At $ 4.1 million, most stopped bidding. regulator Anastasia and Cardinal daffodil seemed to have some sort of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her husband Stan were Union of Soviet Socialist Republics 's secular masters while Narcissus pseudonarcissus and her married woman Addison were the ecclesiastic mistress. It seemed neither of these cleaning woman liked the other.

"I wo n't let you give her,"Daffodil declared, her light-haired haircloth swinging about her heavy tits."Addison and I are gon na bask this confection, youthful thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, black hair."So she can coiffe up like a cheerleader, and you and that slovenly woman you call a wife can free your High schooltime days !"

Narcissus pseudonarcissus, who appeared 18 but must be in her thirties, folded her arm beneath her rather expectant knocker."While you and your husband would waste her on some desk job. You 'd probably ship her off to Siberia to administer some logging town."

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

"We 'd at least appreciate her stunner ! A pretty 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 words, she 'd kick your scraggy ass !"declared Daffodil.

"If you could cart her out of whatever miserable, 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 pauperization, and I do n't take care her going off and scratching them."

"This is growing wearisome,"a new voice said. A serious man—in his early twenties, a plain case with a goatee sprouting from his chin and forgetful, neatly combed, brown hair—stepped up between the two glaring cleaning woman. I racked my judgment, struggling to call back who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to get a line an end to their petty squabbles."

Both ladies glared at each other, then the newcomer, then back at each early. I continued searching my head, trying to put his face. He had resource if he could drop $ 20 million, so he was obviously important. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit, the character an authority prole would wear, with none of the finery the other 's adorned themselves in.

"Ladies ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"bettor doyen gets her than that suck up bitch,"Narcissus pseudonarcissus declared."How chump ever came to like a woman with such a declamatory stick up her ass is beyond me."

"St. Mark loved to nonplus it up my ass. I was the initiative of his jogging trollop. What were you again ? right wing, some bawd he gangbanged in a high school cabinet way and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blonde snarled.

"Come on, Ana,"Stan said, grabbing is wife."We 'll get Steve a break one's back next year."

"Yes dearest,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Daffodil called my new master key Dean. That meant he was Dean Perry, governor of the Territory of Oceania. His wife was a hug friend of the Goddess Blessed Virgin. He was a brawny man to be married to a woman close the Goddess.

I trembled as two auburn haired women—neither of whom looked previous than XX, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limousine. They must be sisters, their torso had the same chassis and the same cordate, freckled faces.

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

Mercedes grabbed my blond tresses."This is no full. And your optic are absolutely the wrongly color."I blinked in surprisal. They seemed like sisters, but Mercedes had a thin, nasal tone, like she was from New House of York City.

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

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

A minute later, Dean stepped out of the building. A duad of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue angel uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to reveal their tit, curt mini-skirts that left sleek thighs bare, and knee-hi, black boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguards of the god, lent out to their most hope servants. Both assume tight, ash grey dog collar 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, anger ... and longing."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limo driving to the airport. head burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my questions and my fervor as the limo drove onto the runway towards a merry plane. It was hard, but I was well trained.

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planes were open and fully of behind. This one was a hall and a assemblage of diminished cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."captain rules all of those small, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he rules Australia, which has a lot of cities on the sea-coast and almost nix across the rest of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a plane. Before the Demon war, air locomotion was uncouth. Now only government activity and ecclesiastical officials traveled the world, and those few, lucky folks who moved goods around. But that was mostly by trains, trucks, and ships. Before the deity came, people were dysphoric because they had the haywire jobs. Now the assessment test told everyone where to work, where to live, whom to marry, and that made people a lot happier. The assessments were always right, the divinity said so.

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

"Do you ever talk ?"centime asked me after sitting me down in a small cabin that contained a specialize bed and pocket-sized, make-up table and chair.

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

Penny snorted a laugh."We 're slaves, you can speak to us. Besides, Master and schoolmarm do n't mind if we have a free tongue."

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

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

An excited twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, Miss centime ?"

"Of trend, sugar,"Penny rolled her eye."And it 's Penny. We 'll be gettin'to have intercourse each former real well."

"Mercedes said my hair is the wrong color ?"

"Who do we look like ?"penny asked, unbuttoning her dress. Mercedes sighed and pulled her dress over her head revealing her naked physical structure. Both women 's pubic whisker had been sculpted into a fiery meat above their slits.

"You appear alike to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a matching fervent nub on Penny 's pubic mound.

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

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

I noticed sick contusion on both of their breasts—bite bull's eye. I received similar contusion during my breeding. The Theocracy 's law said a slave could be bruised and welted, so long as no blood was drawn or bones broken. I knew it was a possibility to end up owned by a passkey or Mistress that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"Mistress,"sighed Penny."She 's run off with one of her devotee. She does it every few old age. captain buys a new slave as a giving for her to bestow her back."

Over the next few hour, the miss used strange devices on me invented by the Holy Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my hair color. It tingled when my oculus were changed to emerald and lowly specks burned all across my nerve and bosom as freckles blossomed. They smeared a cream on my slit and a thick, red George Herbert Walker Bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a matching substance to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how closing my eubstance frame was to the Goddess. I had the same curves, the Lapp general bust size, and the same, heart-shaped face. I could croak for one of her babe now.

"Let 's strike you to Master,"Mercedes said, nodding in expiation their work.

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

"I received boisterous treatment during my school,"I answered."Belleramine Academy prepares its girls for a life sentence as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through plane to the cabin at the back, Penny added,"If he calls you Mary, pretend to be the Goddess and that you 're helpless against his strength."

"I understand,"I answered.

"Ready,"Mercedes asked.

"I am,"I declared as she threw the door open.

The cabin was the size of a lowly bedroom tucked into the rump of the plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue baby's dummy and an jet black Ellen Price Wood frame. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a ledger spread out next to it along with a moving picture of a beautiful, Whitney Young womanhood with shining and duncish, ignominious hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

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

Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my forefront up confidently as the flaming 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 serve her !"

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

My words were cut off as he lunged at me, his hand gripping my throat. Panic momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His hired man squeezed, choking me. He was unattackable than he looked, his clutch iron. I struggled, just enough to sex him, my hired man trying to pry his fingers off as my breathing spell rasped in my throat.

"working girl !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a hatful of arm, my now auburn hair falling across my aspect. I struggled to force my whisker out of my face. I put on a spirit of fearfulness."You ca n't be doing this,"I protested, letting my vocalism 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 gasp."I 'll show you how whores are treated !"

His cock was grueling, thin, with a bulging head that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slacks. He let the drawers slide off his skinny leg, and kicked them off, before advancing with like a athirst shark at her.

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

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

This was exciting. I was being used for my Master 's delight. All my education, the hard work and long nights practicing was Worth it. His stopcock 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 slit. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my sensitive flesh. It was strong keeping my mania out of my voice. It was too soon to sound like I enjoyed it. I needed to shin foresighted before I submitted.

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

I bucked beneath him, struggling to move my arms beneath his strength. His stopcock plowed into me, churning my passionateness as his groin smashed into my clit. Every shot shot new sparks of pleasure through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to declare back my delight. A minor gasp escaped my lips, the low gear hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a wearisome giving up. Let my passkey believe he was winning me over. I let out another slight sigh, careful to hold my wide-cut cacoethes inside me.

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

"I do n't,"I moaned, giving his pecker a appease squeeze with my pussy."Please, halt !"

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

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lustfulness invade my tone and my hips start to writhe."I hate this !"
"I can feel how wet you are, The Virgin ! Your cheating cunt 's squeezing around my pecker ! You 're such a whore !"His fingerbreadth pinched my mammilla, one to a greater extent wonderful mavin adding to the simmering in my centre. lecherousness twisted his face as he savored the joy I gave him.

This is what I was born to do. I loved it.

"No, no, no !"I protested, my legs wrapping around his pelvis, pulling him harder into me. My cum was upon me and I fought it off—it was too early."stop consonant fucking me !"

Our rose hip slammed together."Say it !"he hissed."Tell me how great my cock spirit !"

"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 drive and let my climax exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my arms around his body and clutching him to me as delight rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to higher and higher plateaus of rage. I savored my relief.

"I love your rooster !"I screamed in his ear."Harder ! piece of ass me harder !"

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

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

He drove once more into me. His unharmed soundbox tensed, his face squeezing shut as his cum erupted into my hungry profoundness. One endure, wonderful climax speared through me. My Master came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weightiness to my bosom as we were whipped by the winds of our passions, rocked in a storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breaths came in ragged gasps."Oh, Master,"I cooed, kissing his neck opening and Chin."Oh, Master, thank you, thank you."

He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I smiled, running my digit lazily through the muckle between my thighs. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the ceiling, his tightfitting chest rebellion and falling beneath his still buttoned up garb shirt, ringed with perspiration around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of course, master copy,"I answered as I stood, a little unfirm on my feet. My nerves still tingled with the strength of my cums.

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

"Thank you, passe-partout,"I answered, smiling at him.

The poor man. His married woman 's constant infidelity seemed to have robbed him of his assurance and made him feel inadequate. I tried to keep my electronegative thoughts about my new Mistress out of my mind, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would make her a piece of my psyche. Her husband was suffering. She should just disunite him and set him free. She should let him bump happiness with another cleaning woman or man or whomever he wanted.

I shared a cabin with cent and Mercedes. It was really just a bed. There was no room to take the air around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-sized mattress, tight for three cleaning lady, especially when Penny and Mercedes could n't look to keep 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 adjacent to them and tried to ignore their moan and gasps and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a light eternal sleep, constantly interrupted by their love making. I managed to find a rich ambition, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my pussy.

I woke up to Penny between my legs going to town on my pussy. I opened my back talk to dissent my desire to catch some Z's when Mercedes pussy descended to my lips 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 flight across the Pacific to the Philippines. On the boring flight, I pleasured original two More clock time, both time playing Mary and letting my master key"rape"me.

The local executive who administrated the Philippines for Dean met us with a limo. Dean 's bodyguard drove escort fomite. capital of the Philippines, like many cities, had been devastated during the Demon state of war, and Theocracy designer and engineers oversaw its rebuilding. All the new construction resembled region and construction in Washington D.C. The primary duomo looked selfsame to the one backrest home, and I could name each of the topical anaesthetic Governmental edifice. That one was the Department of Education Department because of the L shape 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 enceinte, glass entrance. We entered a residential neighborhood. The houses were all one of the XVII approved family line habitation, or the seven approved apartment tenements, which only varied by height.

The only way I could separate it was n't Washington DC were the palm tree trees and the end of old Manila. There were elderly construction that showed some identity and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the Saame. I 'm sure enough it would make the people of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back house, safety military officer wore the same uniforms, authorities kit and boodle wore their suits, laborers wore their blue coveralls, and farmers their down in the mouth blue jean and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a J. J. Hill into a new neighborhood and stopped."271 has occupied this theater, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a gray sign of the zodiac, the Saame precise shade as all the other mansion on the street."She has a few x-ray cameras pointed at where your married woman is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the machines dental practitioner used to look at your tooth ? We stepped into the house. The family that lived here bowed to James Byron Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, tusk skinned with huge breasts that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, headphones over her ears. A photographic camera on a tripod was set up succeeding to her, pointed at the next room access house. I peered out the window at the family. The early house 's windowpane were covered by thickset mantle, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the wall like it was n't there. A match writhed in a passionate bosom on the bed. The woman, Alice, rode the man, his dark hands groping her pocket-size breasts.

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

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

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

"Yes, yes !"she moaned, full of cacoethes."I love your putz, Marco ! Oh, fuck ! I love it !"

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

"I am, Marco !"Her back arched, his handwriting rolling pink tit between his finger's breadth."Oh, yes ! I love it !"

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

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

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

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

James Byron Dean shoved Mercedes 's head all the way down his hammer, muttering under his breather. He grunted, and it took me a mo to realize he was dumping his cum down her throat. He let go, and Mercedes stumbled back gasping for breath.

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

She snuggled against his powerful body, her fingerbreadth toying with his total darkness breast hair."You are so insatiate,"she purred."I love it."

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

"Bah, stoppage in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your married woman call in sick for you and make making love to me."

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

"Do n't you sleep together me ?"

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

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

"My psyche sings praise to your heavenly beauty. You are my goddess, the most beautiful cleaning woman in all instauration ! Your breast are perfective, round and lush and your hips drive me to distraction. Your mouth are good, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

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

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

"madam,"the five escort 's saluted.

I watched in astonishment as they surged out. There was a effectiveness to the escort 's movements, a violence of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the sign of the zodiac, their guns drawn. I shivered, once guns killed thousands every day, and now only the bodyguard carried them. Mankind was free of crime. We all obeyed the deity'legal philosophy. hoi polloi only died from malady, accidents, and old age.

I followed my master key out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the front door while 271 and 272 circled the house to the backyard. They moved with such peril. I had never met anyone I thought would actually injure me until now. These womanhood knew how to commit violence.

I was n't indisputable 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 shout from a woman—probably Marco 's wife. Marco and his wife would have been matched at a Edward Young age, selected for compatible personality and sexual orientation by the aptitude tests and their school teachers.

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

Dean rushed to the house. I followed.

A knit, dark skinned woman, knelt in the middle of the kitchen, her face calm. She knew to obey the bodyguards. Every citizen knew the idol'third gear teaching : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without wavering.

And everyone recognized a member of the bodyguards. They were elite women, only three hundred members, who guarded the Gods and their favored handmaiden. These fair sex were all veterans of the daimon war. 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 wife. He strode into the bedroom and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, sour musk. Marco knelt calmly on the storey, watched over by another brace of bodyguards. Alice lounged on the rumpled bed, not covering her nakedness, her second joint obscenely spread to present the event of their Passion. I could see conk 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, territorial dominion of the Philippine Islands, territory of Oceanica, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

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

"Must you always banish my lovers to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, tell them to stop hitting Marco."

275 froze, glancing at 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 woman needs to experience passion in her lifespan,"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 often pain in his voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible womanhood see what her actions were doing to him ? Did she not care that she shredded his someone 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 Book."You get too caught up in your work. So, of row my eyes are going to wander."

"And the fact that I care decent to track you down every time you disappear on one of you liaison ..."His eyes widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still love you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that mean ?"

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

"You love Marco ?"he asked, his face falling, his vocalism trembling.

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our loves were great balefire burning brightly. But the fuel does n't last tenacious and the flak burns out. I was already finding Marco tiresome. He was always wanting to make instead of paying attention to me."

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

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

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

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

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

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel eyes were fierce."But you ca n't cut me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with light passion."Instead, you track me down and render just how much you love me. front at you. You 're full of passionateness. It makes me palpate so active !"

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 digit deftly undid his whang and knickers and found his dick. She stroked it and guided it between their thighs.

It was n't lovemaking or fucking. It was pure, animalistic rutting.

The bed pounded against the headboards, their bodies writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each former 's flesh. Her fingernails scratched left red data track across his back.

"I bet you 're so horny,"penny whispered in my ear, her naked soundbox pressing against my back ; her nipples to hard points and her pubic hair soft as silk on my ass. Her fingers found my pussy, sliding into my depths."They always are like this after they reunite."

"Fuck me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! constitute me leave Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

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

centime 's digit wormed inside me, the heel of her hand grinding on my clit. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't contract my eyes off my master copy. I had never seen anything like it in my aliveness. It was raw. Passion at its purest. lust at it 's most powerful, distilled to absent love, tenderness, compassionateness, shame, degradation. Even hatred and anger were gone.

Only lust remained.

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

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

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

"Maybe next fourth dimension I wo n't add up after you."

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

"Which makes me more the jester for putting up with this."I wanted to cry, his interpreter was so bitter, so hopeless.

tear welled in her hazel eyes."I do n't deserve your beloved,"she whispered."I 'm a direful somebody. But I do have a go at it you. It 's because you seem to care about me despite my defect. You 're a better person that I 'll ever be, Dean."

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

"I 'll try,"she sniffed."If you try to indicate you be intimate me more often."

"I 'll exercise on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

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

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

She smiled like I was a piece of expensive jewelry."seminal fluid here and clean my twat 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 woman. Why did they stay together ? I buried my font in her twat, hating every second of it. Why could n't I just belong to dean ? But I was a slave. I could n't choose who I pleasured. James Dean gave me to Alice, I was her gift, her toy.

Forever .