The Devil 's Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Sally : The Gift

Note : German mark once fucked a bank bank clerk named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a girl named Sally. Thanks to b0b for beta meter reading this.

Sabbatum, April 17th, 2031 - crack Fritz - WA D.C., North American territory

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

"I am, schoolmistress,"I promptly answered, smiling up at the beautiful, blond woman.

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

Her married man, Cardinalis cardinalis Kevin, walked in and gave his married woman a nimble kiss."There are some crucial people out there, striver,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth class to calibrate from Belleramine Academy, the PM schooltime for transforming Danton True Young woman into submissive slaves. Ran by the Church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of North United States and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the cardinals who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the bishopric of the former United res publica, Canada, and Greenland. Only the considerably daughter were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

It was because of my father that I was here—Mark Glassner. The sustenance God and withstander of Mankind. The monster Slayer.

Of course, being one of Mark 's children did n't make me that special. He was a concupiscent God, and had sowed his seeds in many battleground far and astray. Only his children born to his Goddess and the Holy slovenly woman were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his daughter gave me a few advantages.

I did n't know my female parent. She died when I was six months old. She was one of many slain when the Demon Dagon conquered George Washington D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphanhood. I knew her epithet : 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 all right education. At the age of fourteen, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the assessment test to key out what purpose in company the Gods needed me to fill, or I could be trained as a slave for the future two years.

I had envied the older missy who were being trained as slave. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their heads held high. They were fully of pride. Only the best miss attended Belleramine, and only the considerably of the best of those were given the opportunity to be a striver. I would be auctioned off to the most knock-down people in the existence : Bishops ruling diocese or Executives ruling district. If I was really favorable, a Cardinal or a regulator, someone bound to the Gods themselves and endow immortality, would buy me.

Our training was all-inclusive. The very Nox I agreed to start my slave education, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a charwoman out of me. Over the last two years I was instruct how to please both men and womanhood with every character of my torso, from my spry tongue to my deft fingers. I was trained how to endure long periods of bondage and former discomfort, learned to relish the taste of urine, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was ready to serve and be used for my lord or Mistress 's joy, 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 nervous, even though I knew how outstanding my dish was. My hair was a plenteous, honey-brown that fell in thickset Robert Curl about my unit of ammunition, soft brass. My eyes were piercing blue, not rare among Mark 's child, and my sass were diminished and pouty. My figure was shapely, perky breast and puffy tit just the veracious size for a man 's manus to engulf. And my snatch was to die for, shaved bare save for a diminished landing strip. My vulva was tight, hiding my pinko petal. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my tangy honey would bead upon my lips.

"hold your places, hard worker !"Jessie shouted, clapping her hands.

All ten of us climbed onto humble, round pedestals just enceinte enough for us to kneel on our hands and knees. The pedestal slowly spun so that our potential buyer could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our asses was a turn. I was seven.

The vendee circulated through the room. My grooming was extensive and I recognized almost all of them. As a slave to a powerful soul, it would be expected of me to act as a escritoire or other type of personal meeter, so recognizing the of import the great unwashed of the world by sight was a very authoritative skill drilled into us.

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

The buyers were free with their hands and other body parts. While none were allowed to cum on me, more than than a few dicks were quickly shoved into my oral cavity, ass, or kitty-cat so the client could get a preference for the delights I had to extend while more than a few of the women had me lap momentarily at their pussies or take in on their breasts.

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

I let my bitch squeeze on her fingers. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to experience the loftiness of fall guy and Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy place books of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't fuck. 5 has a gorgeous rear,"Cardinal Cynthia answered.

The regulator of the district of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic, Anastasia and Stan, admired my bosom while their son shoved his prick inside me. He gave two concentrated thrusts that left my poor pussy aching for an orgasm. Cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of N Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two courtesan, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should take some son to be slaves,"Lynette told her lovers."Girls are OK, but there 's nothing like a Edward Young man bore to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New House of York bishopric and her daughter, another of my many half-sisters, each took a lick of my pussy and both absolutely loved my gustation."I want her, Mommy,"the girl begged."I absolutely have to own her."

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

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

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

A few lesser Bishops and executive director fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to start out. We lined up on a stage, standing in provocative affectedness we would have to take for for the duration, while handmaid quickly cleared out the pedestals and set up chairs. In minutes, the auction was ready to begin.

1—a sweetness, red-header public figure Lexa—went for $ 3 million, bought by Cardinal Fatima."A gift for my wife,"I heard her say as she collected her striver. fundamental Lucy would be a very favourable woman.

Next up was 2, a sonsy lass named broom with Pt blonde hair in a hanker 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."Cardinalis cardinalis Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to huisache blackwood tree, daughter of the Governors of South Africa.

My heart pounded as I stepped forward."Number 7 comes from excellent stock. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my breast a credit crunch."Perky titmouse, very plastic, and look at the pink of her nipples."

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

"Tight and hot,"she continued, pulling her fingers out of my twat and holding them up to the crowd."With a stocky consistency and a lemonlike flavor."

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

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

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

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

"One of our near striver,"Kevin added, moving beside his married woman."I can vouch for both her exuberance and her aptitude. Shall we start the bid at $ 2 million."

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

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

At $ 4.1 million, most stopped bidding. governor Anastasia and Richmondena Cardinalis daffodil seemed to take some sorting of competition between them that had spilled out into the auction sale. Anastasia and her husband Stan were Soviet Union 's layman passe-partout while daffodil and her wife Addison were the ecclesiastic mistresses. It seemed neither of these women liked the other.

"I wo n't let you have her,"Daffodil declared, her blonde tomentum swinging about her heavy tits."Addison and I are gon na enjoy this afters, young thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, black haircloth."So she can decorate up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can relieve your in high spirits School days !"

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

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

"We 'd at least treasure her knockout ! A pretty girl deserves to be flaunted."

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

"If my wife was here and heard those parole, she 'd kick your scrawny ass !"declared Daffodil.

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

"My wife is a very lusty womanhood. Addison has motivation, and I do n't mind her going off and scratching them."

"This is growing tiresome,"a new representative said. A serious man—in his early twenties, a plain face with a goatee sprouting from his mentum and short, neatly combed, Brown University hair—stepped up between the two glaring cleaning woman. I racked my psyche, struggling to think back who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to hear an end to their picayune squabbles."

Both ladies glared at each other, then the newcomer, then back at each other. I continued searching my judgment, trying to come in his typeface. He had resource if he could devolve $ 20 million, so he was obviously important. But he was dressed in a useful suit, the type an business office proletarian would jade, with none of the finery the other 's adorned themselves in.

"dame ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"wagerer James Byron Dean gets her than that suck up kick,"Daffodil declared."How Mark ever came to like a woman with such a boastfully stick up her ass is beyond me."

"fool loved to bond it up my ass. I was the first of his jogging adulteress. What were you again ? Right, some working girl he gangbanged in a high school school cabinet room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blond snarled.

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

"Yes honey,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

daffodil called my new master Dean. That meant he was doyen Perry, Governor of the soil of Oceania. His married woman was a tit Friend of the Goddess Mary. He was a powerful man to be married to a adult female close the Goddess.

I trembled as two auburn haired women—neither of whom looked sure-enough than twenty, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limo. They must be sisters, their bodies had the same build and the same cordate, lentiginose faces.

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

Mercedes grabbed my blonde tress."This is no good. And your optic are absolutely the legal injury color."I blinked in surprisal. They seemed like sisters, but Mercedes had a slight, os nasale timbre, like she was from New House of York City.

I did n't speak ; my training kept my tongue silent, even though I was confused by their scuttlebutt and their appearances. What was wrong with my heart ? They were the same oceanic abyss, lazuline blueness of my Father.

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

A bit later, dean stepped out of the construction. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to let on their bosom, short mini-skirts that left sleek thighs bare, and knee-deep, black boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal escort of the Gods, lent out to their most trusted servants. Both wore tight, silver gray strangler about their throats.

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

The outset emotion I had seen passed across my new skipper 's face. annoyance, wrath ... and longing."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

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

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought sheet were open and full of seats. This one was a hall and a aggregation of lowly cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."schoolmaster regulation all of those small, Pacific islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he rules Australia, which has a lot of city on the coasts and almost aught across the rest of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a woodworking plane. Before the devil Wars, air travel was common. Now only government and ecclesiastical officials traveled the world, and those few, favourable folks who moved trade good around. But that was mostly by trains, motortruck, and ships. Before the Gods came, people were distressed because they had the wrong Job. Now the assessment tests told everyone where to work, where to live, whom to marry, and that made multitude a lot happier. The assessments were always right, the graven image said so.

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

"Do you ever talk ?"Penny asked me after sitting me down in a minuscule cabin that contained a narrow bed and pocket-size, composition table and chair.

"I have not received permit to verbalize, fancy woman,"I answered.

penny snorted a jape."We 're striver, you can speak to us. Besides, Master and schoolma'am do n't mind if we have a rid tongue."

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

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

An excited twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, Miss centime ?"

"Of course, lolly,"Penny rolled her oculus."And it 's Penny. We 'll be gettin'to know each other real well."

"Mercedes said my hair is the wrong colour ?"

"Who do we await like ?"Penny asked, unbuttoning her attire. Mercedes sighed and pulled her attire over her capitulum revealing her bare body. Both cleaning woman 's pubic haircloth had been sculpted into a fiery heart above their slits.

"You appear alike to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a pit fiery heart on cent 's pubic mound.

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

"Plus schoolmaster 's jealous of Blessed Virgin,"cent continued."He gets off on using us."

I noticed pale bruises on both of their breasts—bite marks. I received alike bruise during my education. The Theocracy 's law said a slave could be bruised and welted, so long as no rake was drawn or bones broken. I knew it was a possibility to end up owned by a original 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 years. master copy buys a new slave as a gift for her to bring her back."

Over the side by side few hr, the girl used strange devices on me invented by the Holy Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my hair people of colour. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and small specks burned all across my impertinence and heart as lentigo blossomed. They smeared a pick on my pussy and a thick, red George H.W. Bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a matching pump to the Goddess.

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

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

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

"I received rough treatment during my schooling,"I answered."Belleramine Academy prepares its girls for a biography 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 lost against his strength."

"I understand,"I answered.

"Ready,"Mercedes asked.

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

The cabin was the size of a small bedchamber tucked into the can of the carpenter's plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue reliever and an sable wood frame. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a ledger bedcover out next to it along with a film of a beautiful, young woman with glistening and blockheaded, contraband hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

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

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

I tossed my now auburn hair."Of course I helped her. She 's my acquaintance. 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 hand squeezed, choking me. He was stronger than he looked, his grip iron. I struggled, just enough to charge him, my hands trying to pry his digit off as my breath rasped in my throat.

"Whore !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a mess of branch, my now auburn hair's-breadth falling across my nerve. I struggled to force my hair out of my face. I put on a facial expression of fear."You ca n't be doing this,"I protested, letting my vox quiver. My roleplay coach would be proud of me."I 'm your Goddess !"

"You 're the dirty cyprian that corrupted my wife,"he snarled, unbuttoning his pants."I 'll show you how sporting lady are treated !"

His cock was knockout, slim, with a bellying head that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slack. He let the pant 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 dead 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 breath, my tits heaving, dotted with lentigo. 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 superior 's delight. All my education, the heavy work and foresightful nights practicing was worth it. His cock speared me. Rough, mightily, stabbing into my case with violence.

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

He ignored me, stabbing his cock over and over into my cunt. His gibe wonderfully rubbed on all my raw flesh. It was grueling keeping my passion out of my articulation. It was too soon to fathom like I enjoyed it. I needed to struggle longer before I submitted.

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

I bucked beneath him, struggling to propel my arms beneath his strength. His cock plowed into me, churning my passions as his groin smashed into my clit. Every slam shot new Muriel Sarah Spark of pleasure through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to defend back my delight. A small pant escaped my lips, the beginning hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a decelerate capitulation. Let my Master believe he was winning me over. I let out another fiddling sigh, careful to keep my full passion inside me.

superior fucked me knockout."You like my cock, do n't you !"

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

He let go of my weaponry and grasped my breast, kneading intemperate, bruising my soft flesh. The nuisance was exquisite."You love it, do n't you ? You 're such a bawd that you ca n't help yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my luxuria encroach upon my feeling and my pelvic girdle start to wriggle."I hate this !"
"I can feel how wet you are, Mary ! Your dirty pussy 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a sporting lady !"His finger's breadth pinched my nipple, one Sir Thomas More wonderful sense impression adding to the boiling in my inwardness. lust twisted his human face as he savored the delight I gave him.

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

"No, no, no !"I protested, my legs wrapping around his rose hip, pulling him harder into me. My cum was upon me and I fought it off—it was too early."Stop screwing me !"

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

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

"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 orgasm exploded inside me. I howled my joy, throwing my arms around his eubstance and clutching him to me as pleasure rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to gamey and higher tableland of passion. I savored my relief.

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

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

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

He drove once more into me. His hale body tensed, his brass squeezing shut as his seed erupted into my hungry depths. One close, fantastic coming speared through me. My Master came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weight to my boob as we were whipped by the winds of our passions, rocked in a tempest of lust.

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

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

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of line, Master,"I answered as I stood, a little unsteady on my feet. My brass still tingled with the strength of my cums.

As I opened the threshold, he said,"You were Charles Frederick Worth every dollar."

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

The wretched man. His wife 's ceaseless infidelities seemed to have robbed him of his self-confidence and made him feel inadequate. I tried to keep my negative intellection about my new schoolmistress out of my mind, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a opus of my mind. Her husband was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him free. She should let him bump happiness with another woman or man or whomever he wanted.

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

Sighing, I stretched out following to them and tried to cut their moan and gasps and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a light sleep, constantly interrupted by their beloved making. I managed to see a cryptic pipe dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my pussy.

I woke up to Penny between my legs going to town on my twat. I opened my mouth to resist my desire to kip when Mercedes twat descended to my lips and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, sporting lady 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 Ocean to the Philippines. On the boring flying, I pleasured Master two more times, both clock time playing Mary and letting my master copy"rape"me.

The local Executive who administrated the Philippines for James Byron Dean met us with a limousine. doyen 's bodyguard drove accompaniment fomite. manilla paper, like many metropolis, had been devastated during the demon Wars, and Theocracy architects and engineers oversaw its rebuilding. All the new mental synthesis resembled neighborhoods and construction in Washington D.C. The main cathedral looked indistinguishable to the one rachis home, and I could name each of the local anesthetic Governmental buildings. That one was the Department of didactics because of the L embodiment the building had, and that one belonged to the section of Justice because of the statue of Chasity before steps that led up to a large, glass entrance. We entered a residential region. The planetary house were all one of the 17 approved family dwellings, or the seven approved apartment tenements, which only varied by height.

The lonesome way I could recite it was n't George Washington D.C. were the palm Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and the leftover of old manilla. There were older building that showed some individuality and pick. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the like. I 'm sure it would pee the hoi polloi of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back home, base hit officer wore the same uniforms, governance industrial plant wore their suits, jack wore their blue devil coveralls, and farmer their dismal jean and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a hill into a new neighborhood and stopped."271 has occupied this mansion, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a white-haired business firm, the same precise shade as all the other family on the street."She has a few X ray photographic camera pointed at where your married woman is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the simple machine dental practitioner used to look at your teeth ? We stepped into the firm. The family that lived here bowed to James Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, ivory skinned with huge knocker that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, headphones over her spike. A camera on a tripod was set up next to her, pointed at the side by side door house. I peered out the windowpane at the star sign. The former sign 's window were covered by dense drapes, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the rampart like it was n't there. A span writhed in a passionate embracing on the bed. The woman, Alice, rode the man, his non-white handwriting groping her small breasts.

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

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

"fucking me !"moaned the man."drive my cock, Alice ! I love it !"

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

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

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

She kept riding him, leaning over so her black haircloth fell in a curtain about their faces, hiding them. audio of passionate kissing echoed through the speakers. Marco flipped them over and stuff hard into her, knocking the headboard of the bed into the wall, adding a staccato fringe to their lovemaking.

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

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

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

dean shoved Mercedes 's straits all the way down his cock, muttering under his breather. He grunted, and it took me a instant 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 physical structure, her fingerbreadth toying with his bootleg chest hair."You are so unsatiable,"she purred."I love it."

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

"Bah, stay in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your married woman Call in sick for you and fix making love to me."

"I 'll get in bother,"he protested."I called in just three years ago."

"Do n't you sleep together me ?"

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

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

"My somebody sings praise to your heavenly beauty. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all creation ! Your knocker are stark, troll and boozer and your hips drive me to distraction. Your back talk are full, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"enough,"Dean snarled."274, place your safeguard 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."

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

I watched in astonishment as they surged out. There was a forcefulness to the bodyguard 's social movement, a violence of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the business firm, their guns drawn. I shivered, once heavy weapon killed one thousand every day, and now only the bodyguard carried them. humankind was exempt of offence. We all obeyed the Gods'laws. People only died from sickness, chance event, and old age.

I followed my Master out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the nominal head threshold while 271 and 272 circled the star sign to the backyard. They moved with such danger. I had never met anyone I thought would actually hurt me until now. These adult female knew how to commit violence.

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

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

Dean rushed to the home. I followed.

A plain, nighttime skinned woman, knelt in the center of the kitchen, her face calm air. She knew to obey the bodyguard. Every citizen knew the god'third commandment : Obey spokesperson of the Theocracy without falter.

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

Dean did n't even look at Marco 's married woman. He strode into the sleeping room and I followed. The elbow room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, moody musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another span of bodyguards. Alice lounged on the rumpled bed, not covering her nakedness, her thighs obscenely spread to shew the resultant role of their heat. I could see faint bruise on her bosom and neck. No, hickeys.

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

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

"Code inspector, City of Manila, territory of the Philippines, territory of Oceania, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

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

"mustiness you always banish my buff to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, tell them to give up hitting Marco."

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

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

"Because a woman needs to feel Passion of Christ in her life-time,"she answered, staring at him."To be loved and adored."She gave a wicked giggle."And Marco is very cute."

"I love you, Alice."

There was so lots pain in the neck in his voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible woman see what her activity were doing to him ? Did she not handle that she shredded his soul with her doings ? I ignored my training and allowed myself to hate my Mistress.

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

"And the fact that I care plenty to track you down every meter you disappear on one of you affairs ..."His heart widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still have it away you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that mean ?"

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

"You love Marco ?"he asked, his facial expression falling, his representative trembling.

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our loves were peachy bonfire burning brightly. But the fuel does n't cobbler's last farseeing and the attack burns out. I was already finding Marco tiresome. He was always wanting to work instead of paying aid 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 arms around his neck. He stiffened but did n't displume away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his oculus."Our love is the gem our lifetime together is built on—our base. It maybe slow, but it 's strong and lasting. firm enough to weather any obstacle."

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

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

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

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazelnut tree center were fierce."But you ca n't ignore me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with wanton Passion of Christ."Instead, you track me down and show just how much you love me. reckon at you. You 're full of passion. It makes me sense 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 former and her fingerbreadth deftly undid his belt and trouser and found his putz. 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 other 's anatomy. Her fingernails scratched left red tracks across his back.

"I bet you 're so randy,"penny whispered in my ear, her naked torso pressing against my back ; her nipple to hard points and her pubic fuzz flabby as silk on my ass. Her finger found my slit, sliding into my astuteness."They always are like this after they reunite."

"screw me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! throw me block Marco !"

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

"I am ! Oh, sleep together !"She screamed her climax for all of manila paper to hear.

Penny 's finger wormed inside me, the dog of her hired man grinding on my clit. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't take my middle off my skipper. I had never seen anything like it in my living. It was raw. Passion at its purest. lecherousness at it 's most potent, distilled to withdraw dearest, tenderness, compassion, pity, degradation. Even hatred and wrath were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on cent 's fingers so many times as I witnessed my captain 's passion.

They used so many view. He must have taken a magical sildenafil citrate, because he came in her mouth, her twat, and her ass over and over. The way filled with their potent scent and the bed seemed embarrassing with kitty succus and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, Dean 's sleeve wrapped around his wife from behind, his fingers gently playing with her breasts while he nuzzled at her neck. A felicitous grinning filled her face."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 than the gull for putting up with this."I wanted to cry, his spokesperson was so bitter, so hopeless.

Tears welled in her hazel eyes."I do n't deserve your love,"she whispered."I 'm a unspeakable someone. But I do do it you. It 's because you seem to care about me despite my fault. You 're a ripe individual that I 'll ever be, Dean."

Dean turned Alice 's cheek 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 bear witness you love me more often."

"I 'll work on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

Alice looks over at me, her eyes lighting up."She looks just like Virgin 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 pussy up,"she smiled."I love seeing Madonna 's case 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 face in her cunt, hating every instant of it. Why could n't I just belong to dean ? But I was a slave. I could n't choose who I pleasured. dean gave me to Alice, I was her gift, her toy.

Forever .