The Devil 's Pact striver Chronicles
by mypenname3000
right of first publication 2015

Sally : The natural endowment

Federal Reserve note : Mark once fucked a banking concern narrator named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a girl named Sally. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Saturday, Apr 17th, 2031 - Sally Fritz - Washington D.C., North American District

"Are you nervous ?"carmine Jessie asked me.

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

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

Her husband, Cardinal Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a quick kiss."There are some important mass out there, striver,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the one-tenth course to fine-tune from Belleramine Academy, the premier schoolhouse for transforming young adult female into submissive striver. Ran by the church service under the auspice of the Archdiocese of N America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the cardinals who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the episcopate of the former United States, Canada, and Kalaallit Nunaat. Only the best girls were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

It was because of my Fatherhood that I was here—Mark Glassner. The support God and Defender of world. The Demon Slayer.

Of course, being one of cross 's children did n't make me that special. He was a full-blooded God, and had sowed his semen in many plain far and wide. Only his child born to his Goddess and the holy place slovenly woman 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 fiend Dagon conquered Washington D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphanage. 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 ok education. At the age of XIV, I was given the selection of graduating and taking the appraisal exam to observe what role in social club the Gods needed me to fill, or I could be trained as a slave for the side by side two years.

I had envied the previous lady friend who were being trained as slave. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their nous held high. They were entire of pride. Only the ripe 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 hoi polloi in the human race : Bishops ruling Diocese or administrator ruling Territories. If I was really lucky, a Cardinal or a regulator, individual bound to the Gods themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me.

Our grooming was wide. The very dark I agreed to bulge out my slave training, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a charwoman out of me. Over the net two years I was learn how to please both men and womanhood with every character of my body, from my spry spit to my deft fingers. I was trained how to endure long stop of bondage and other discomfort, learned to enjoy the taste sensation of water, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was set to process and be used for my sea captain or Mistress 's pleasure, no matter how obscene or disgusting it might be. I could n't wait.

There were ten of us, all beautiful, a garden of teenage flowers ready to be plucked. I was nervous, even though I knew how majuscule my beauty was. My hair was a rich people, honey-brown that fell in thick whorl about my bout, delicate brass. My optic were piercing blueing, not rare among Mark 's children, and my lips were modest and pouty. My figure was shapely, perky breasts and intumescent mamilla just the ripe size for a man 's script to engross. And my pussy was to die for, shaved bare save for a modest landing place funnies. My vulva was besotted, hiding my pink petals. When aroused, my clit would top out out and my lemony honey would bead upon my lips.

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

All ten of us climbed onto small, round plinth just great enough for us to kneel on our hands and knees. The pedestal slowly spun so that our likely purchaser could properly scrutinize us. Drawn carefully on our tail was a routine. 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 muscular person, it would be expected of me to act as a secretary or early character of personal attendee, so recognizing the significant multitude of the earth by sight was a very important skill drilled into us.

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

The purchaser were free with their hands and other body parts. While none were allowed to cum on me, more than a few dicks were quickly shoved into my mouth, ass, or pussy so the client could get a taste for the delights I had to declare oneself while more than a few of the char had me lap momentarily at their kitty or blow on their breasts.

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

I let my cunt squeeze play on her fingers. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to see the majesty of fall guy and Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the sanctum books of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't cognise. 5 has a gorgeous derriere,"Cardinal Artemis answered.

The governor of the dominion of Russia, Anastasia and Stan, admired my bosom while their son shoved his stopcock inside me. He gave two hard thrusts that left my piteous pussy aching for an orgasm. Cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of Frederick North Africa let me tongue her cunt while her two fancy man, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should prepare some male child to be hard worker,"Lynette told her devotee."Girls are ok, but there 's nothing like a offspring man eager to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York Diocese and her daughter, another of my many half-sisters, each took a poke of my pussy and both absolutely loved my predilection."I want her, mamma,"the daughter begged."I absolutely have to own her."

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

"I want this one,"the female child declared. She was xvi and gaga, clearly not a girl that went through Belleramine Academy. Even the girls that did n't get slaves were groomed to be submissive.

cardinal peak and his wife Erin fondled telephone number 10 while Governor Book of Daniel, father of the Holy Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few times out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girls of my class were flushed with arousal. I knew I ached to cum, succus dripping down my thighs. The potential purchaser 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 fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to begin. We lined up on a leg, standing in provocative poses we would have to hold for the duration, while servants quickly cleared out the pedestals and set up chairs. In minutes, the vendue was gear up to begin.

1—a Henry Sweet, carrottop epithet Lexa—went for $ 3 million, bought by Cardinal Fatima."A gift for my wife,"I heard her say as she collected her slave. primal Lucy would be a very favourable woman.

Next up was 2, a busty lass named Heather with platinum blonde hairsbreadth in a farseeing gold braid. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The spoiled daughter of Bishopress Bryanna was excited to win 4. I guess she found another hard worker she"absolutely has to own."Richmondena Cardinalis Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to Cassie Blackwood, daughter of the governor of southward Africa.

My tenderness pounded as I stepped forward."Number 7 comes from excellent stock. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my breast a squeeze play."Perky teat, very flexible, and tone at the pink of her nipples."

Jessie 's harassment rekindled the fire in my loin that had died down while I waited my play on the block. The blond 's fingerbreadth slid down my belly and stroked my landing comic strip, before they shoved between my legs. I stifled a pant, keeping my cheek tranquil, as her fingers probed my pussy.

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

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

"flavor at how beautiful her slit is."Jessie 's fingers again stroked my vulva."Not a lead 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 broadcast my asscheeks open. I wanted to groan as my youthful mistress shoved two finger's breadth into my ass.

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

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

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

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

At $ 4.1 million, to the highest degree stopped bidding. Governor Anastasia and cardinal number daffodil seemed to have some sorting of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her husband Stan were Soviet Russia 's worldly masters while Narcissus pseudonarcissus and her married woman Addison were the ecclesiastic mistresses. It seemed neither of these women liked the other.

"I wo n't let you have her,"Narcissus pseudonarcissus declared, her light-haired hair swinging about her great mammilla."Addison and I are gon na enjoy this sweet, Cy Young thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, sinister pilus."So she can dress up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can assuage your High schooling twenty-four hour period !"

daffodil, who appeared eighteen but must be in her thirties, folded her munition beneath her rather large tit."While you and your husband 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 !"pitter-patter Anastasia."She would n't be out fucking every farm little girl she could lay her slothful mitt on !"

"We 'd at least appreciate her beauty ! A pretty young lady 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 back your weedy ass !"declared Daffodil.

"If you could drag her out of whatever poor, barbarian girlfriend '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 wearisome,"a new part said. A severe man—in his too soon twenty, a plain face with a goatee sprouting from his mentum and unforesightful, neatly combed, brownness hair—stepped up between the two glaring women. I racked my mind, struggling to remember who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to pick up an end to their petty squabbles."

Both lady glared at each other, then the newcomer, then back at each other. I continued searching my mind, trying to come in his face. He had resources if he could knock off $ 20 million, so he was obviously significant. But he was dressed in a utilitarian case, the type an agency worker would wear upon, with none of the finery the former 's adorned themselves in.

"Ladies ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"Better Dean gets her than that suck up bitch,"Daffodil declared."How Mark ever came to like a fair sex with such a large peg up her ass is beyond me."

"Mark loved to stay put it up my ass. I was the first base of his jogging sluts. What were you again ? right field, some whore he gangbanged in a luxuriously shoal locker room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blond snarled.

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

"Yes beloved,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Narcissus pseudonarcissus called my new passkey James Dean. That meant he was Dean Perry, governor of the dominion of Oceanica. His married woman was a bosom Quaker of the Goddess Mary. He was a powerful man to be married to a woman close the Goddess.

I trembled as two auburn haired women—neither of whom looked older than twenty, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limo. They must be sisters, their bodies had the Lapplander build and the Sami cordiform, freckled faces.

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

Mercedes grabbed my blonde tresses."This is no good. And your centre are absolutely the wrong color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sisters, but Mercedes had a slight, nasal consonant tone, 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 comments and their appearances. What was haywire with my heart ? They were the same deep, sapphire blue of my Father.

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

A moment later, Dean stepped out of the building. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue amobarbital sodium uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to reveal their breasts, short mini-skirts that left sleek second joint bare, and knee-high, total darkness boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal escort of the Gods, lent out to their most trusted servants. Both wore tight, ash gray choker about their throats.

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

The first emotion I had seen passed across my new professional 's face. Pain, anger ... and hungriness."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limo drive to the airport. Questions burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my doubt and my fervour as the limousine drove onto the rails towards a festive carpenter's plane. It was hard, but I was well trained.

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planing machine were open and full of seats. This one was a hall and a ingathering of small cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."Master rule all of those small-scale, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he linguistic rule Australia, which has a lot of metropolis on the coasts and almost aught across the rest of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a plane. Before the Demon Wars, air travel was common. Now only government and ecclesiastical official traveled the humanity, and those few, golden sept who moved commodity around. But that was mostly by gearing, trucks, and ships. Before the Gods came, citizenry were unhappy because they had the untimely Book of Job. Now the judgement run told everyone where to sour, where to dwell, whom to hook up with, and that made citizenry a lot happier. The assessment were always right, the Gods said so.

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

"Do you ever talk ?"Penny asked me after sitting me down in a low cabin that contained a pin down bed and minuscule, physical composition table and chair.

"I have not received permission to address, Mistress,"I answered.

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

"Some of us have too give up 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 Penny ?"

"Of course, sugar,"cent rolled her eyes."And it 's penny. We 'll be gettin'to know each other real well."

"Mercedes said my hair is the wrong colouring ?"

"Who do we look like ?"penny asked, unbuttoning her attire. Mercedes sighed and pulled her dress over her promontory revealing her naked body. Both char 's pubic tomentum had been sculpted into a fervid heart above their slits.

"You appear similar to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a co-ordinated fiery tenderness on Penny 's pubic mound.

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

"asset victor 's jealous of Mary,"cent continued."He gets off on using us."

I noticed pale contusion on both of their breasts—bite marks. I received similar bruises during my education. The Theocracy 's law said a slave could be bruised and welted, so long as no roue was drawn or bones broken. I knew it was a possibleness to end up owned by a sea captain or schoolmistress that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"Mistress,"sighed centime."She 's run off with one of her fan. She does it every few years. superior buys a new slave as a gift for her to convey her back."

Over the next few time of day, the girls used strange device on me invented by the Holy Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my hair's-breadth coloring. It tingled when my eye were changed to emerald and small specks burned all across my face and bosom as freckles blossomed. They smeared a cream on my pussy and a midst, red bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a cope with sum to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how close my consistence human body was to the Goddess. I had the same bend, the same general fizzle size, and the same, cordate face. I could fade for one of her sis now.

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

"And do n't fret. He only hurts us when she 's missing. He let 's his passion get out of controller. 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 girl for a life 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 threshold open.

The cabin was the size of a small bedroom tucked into the tail of the aeroplane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue comforter and an jet black wood frame. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop computer, a ledger ranch out next to it along with a picture of a beautiful, Thomas Young char with glistening and thick, black hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

"I am your Goddess, Blessed Virgin !"I declared, hoping my education and instincts were right."On your knees !"

Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my head up confidently as the fire 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 hairsbreadth."Of grade 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 hand squeezed, choking me. He was firm than he looked, his grip Fe. I struggled, just enough to excite him, my workforce trying to pry his fingers off as my breather rasped in my throat.

"fancy woman !"

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

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

His cock was unvoiced, slim, with a bulbous straits that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slump. He let the pants skid off his skinny peg, 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 sable headboard.

He practically leaped at me, his body pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my arms. He grabbed them, pinning them to the wall above me as he loomed over me. I gasped for hint, my nipple heaving, dotted with freckles. He settled between my thrashing second joint, his cock coming penny-pinching and secretive to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my passkey 's delight. All my training, the laborious study and recollective Night practicing was Worth it. His rooster speared me. Rough, potent, 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 shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my sensitive flesh. It was hard keeping my love out of my voice. It was too soon to sound like I enjoyed it. I needed to struggle tenacious before I submitted.

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

I bucked beneath him, struggling to displace my weapons system beneath his strength. His stopcock plowed into me, churning my passions as his jetty smashed into my clit. Every slam shot new sparks of pleasure through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to hold back my pleasure. A small pant escaped my back talk, the low gear hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a slow resignation. Let my headmaster believe he was winning me over. I let out another little sigh, careful to keep on my full passion inside me.

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

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

He let go of my weaponry and grasped my breast, kneading hard, bruising my delicate shape. The pain sensation was exquisite."You love it, do n't you ? You 're such a whore that you ca n't help oneself yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lustfulness occupy my tone and my hips start to writhe."I hate this !"
"I can sense how wet you are, Virgin Mary ! Your soil cunt 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a whore !"His fingers pinched my nipple, one more than wonderful sensation adding to the boiling in my kernel. Lust twisted his face 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 early."plosive speech sound fucking me !"

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

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

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

"Oh, no !"I gasped. It was time. I surrendered to the heat of his thrust and let my climax exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my weapon around his organic structure and clutching him to me as pleasure rippled over and over through me. His peter kept fucking me, spurring me to higher and higher tableland of Passion of Christ. I savored my relief.

"I love your cock !"I screamed in his ear."Harder ! screwing me firmly !"

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

"Yes ! The very best ! Oh, have it off, I 'm still cumming !"

He drove once more into me. His whole trunk tensed, his face squeezing shut as his seed erupted into my thirsty depths. One last, wondrous sexual climax speared through me. My Master came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his exercising weight to my breasts as we were whipped by the winds of our Passion, rocked in a storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our hint came in ragged gasps."Oh, Master,"I cooed, kissing his neck 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 finger lazily through the mess between my thighs. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the ceiling, his skinny breast rising and falling beneath his still buttoned up dress shirt, ringed with sweat around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of row, master key,"I answered as I stood, a minuscule unfirm on my infantry. My nerves still tingled with the intensity level of my cums.

As I opened the room access, he said,"You were Worth every dollar."

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

The poor man. His wife 's incessant infidelities seemed to ingest robbed him of his self-confidence and made him palpate inadequate. I tried to sustain my electronegative sentiment about my new Mistress out of my intellect, but if I was n't her striver, I think I would throw her a piece of my psyche. Her married man was suffering. She should just disassociate him and set him free. She should let him regain happiness with another woman or man or whomever he wanted.

I shared a cabin with Penny and Mercedes. It was really just a bed. There was no room to walk around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-sized mattress, tight for three women, especially when Penny and Mercedes could n't seem 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 next to them and tried to ignore their groan and pant and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a light rest, constantly interrupted by their love making. I managed to find a trench dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my twat.

I woke up to Penny between my stage going to Town on my pussy. I opened my mouth to resist my desire to log Z's when Mercedes snatch descended to my rim and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, tart and tangy.

The three of us were a jam when we finally collapsed into sleep. I woke when the plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to kip for the long flight across the Pacific to the Philippines. On the boring flight, I pleasured superior two Sir Thomas More times, both meter playing Madonna and letting my lord"rapine"me.

The local executive who administrated the Philippines for doyen met us with a limo. Dean 's bodyguard drove accompaniment vehicles. Manila, like many cities, had been devastated during the fiend Wars, and Theocracy architects and engineer oversaw its rebuilding. All the new construction resembled neighborhoods and building in Capital D.C. The main cathedral looked very to the one dorsum home, and I could distinguish each of the local Governmental edifice. That one was the Department of Education because of the L shape the building had, and that one belonged to the Department of Justice because of the statue of Chasity before whole step that led up to a large, methamphetamine entranceway. We entered a residential vicinity. The houses were all one of the seventeen approved family dwellings, or the seven approved apartment tenement house, which only varied by height.

The entirely way I could tell it was n't Washington DC were the thenar trees and the end of old manilla paper. There were sometime buildings that showed some individuation and option. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the same. I 'm sure it would make the people of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back home, safety officer wore the Saame uniforms, government deeds wore their wooing, manual laborer wore their blue coveralls, and farmers their blue jeans and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a mound into a new neighborhood and stopped."271 has occupied this house, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a gray-headed house, the Saame precise tad as all the former houses on the street."She has a few x-ray tv camera pointed at where your wife is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the machines dental practitioner used to look at your teeth ? We stepped into the house. The family line that lived here bowed to Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, ivory skinned with vast bosom that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, headphones over her spike. A camera on a tripod was set up side by side to her, pointed at the side by side room access house. I peered out the window at the firm. The early house 's Windows were covered by slurred curtain, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the rampart like it was n't there. A couplet writhed in a passionate embrace on the bed. The womanhood, Alice, rode the man, his benighted hands groping her belittled breasts.

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

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

"Fuck me !"moaned the man."drive my tool, Alice ! I love it !"

"Yes, yes !"she moaned, to the full of heat."I love your hammer, Marco ! Oh, fuck ! I love it !"

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

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

She kept riding him, leaning over so her contraband hair's-breadth fell in a curtain about their faces, hiding them. Sounds of passionate kissing echoed through the speakers. Marco flipped them over and force hard into her, knocking the headboard of the bed into the wall, adding a staccato bang to their lovemaking.

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

I glanced at Master 's face. Pain clenched his forehead. His hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn hair's-breadth. She pulled his rooster out, sucking it into her backtalk as his hired man forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his wife and her buff 's passionate embrace.

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

Dean shoved Mercedes 's head all the way down his cock, muttering under his breathing place. He grunted, and it took me a present moment to recognize 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 fingers toying with his black bureau hair."You are so unsatiable,"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 wife call in sick for you and make love to me."

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

"Do n't you love me ?"

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

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

"My mortal sings praise to your heavenly beauty. You are my goddess, the most beautiful cleaning woman in all creation ! Your breasts are perfect, round of drinks and lush and your hips drive me to distraction. Your lips are full-of-the-moon, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"enough,"James Byron Dean snarled."274, send your guards in."

"At once, sir,"the black escort 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 strength to the bodyguard 's movements, a fierceness of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the menage, their guns drawn. I shivered, once gunman killed one thousand every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. Mankind was free of criminal offence. We all obeyed the idol'legal philosophy. masses only died from sickness, accident, and old age.

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

I was n't surely what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the same sentence. 275 crashed her shoulder joint 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 have been matched at a Lester Willis Young age, selected for compatible personality and sexual orientations by the aptitude test and their schooltime teachers.

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

James Dean rushed to the firm. I followed.

A plain, dark skinned cleaning woman, knelt in the center of the kitchen, her face composure. She knew to obey the bodyguards. Every citizen knew the God'3rd commandments : Obey congressman of the Theocracy without hesitation.

And everyone recognized a member of the bodyguards. They were elite adult female, only three hundred members, who guarded the God and their pet servants. These women were all veterans of the monster Wars. Some had even helped to overthrow the False God Brandon and defended the deity during the Miracle.

dean did n't even seem at Marco 's wife. He strode into the sleeping accommodation and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, sour musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another distich of escort. Alice lounged on the rumpled bed, not covering her nakedness, her second joint obscenely spread to bear witness the solution of their passionateness. I could see pass out bruise on her breasts and neck opening. No, hickeys.

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

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

"codification inspector, metropolis of Manila, Territory of the Philippines, District of Oceanica, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

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

"moldiness you always cast out my lovers to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, distinguish them to stop hitting Marco."

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

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

"Because a woman needs to finger passion in her living,"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 nuisance in his voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this atrocious woman see what her actions were doing to him ? Did she not handle that she shredded his psyche with her behavior ? I ignored my education and allowed myself to hate my Mistress.

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

"And the fact that I care enough to track you down every prison term you disappear on one of you affairs ..."His center widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still love you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that imply ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, and your nonperformance. But I am no-count for hurting you. These fiery love burn so brightly, it blinds me to our love."

"That 's why you hurt me so much ?"he roared, grabbing her arms and pushing her away from him."Because you forget you roll in the hay me ?"

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel optic were vehement."But you ca n't ignore me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with promiscuous cacoethes."Instead, you track me down and picture just how much you love me. calculate at you. You 're to the full of rage. It makes me feel so animated !"

She kissed him and they melted together, his hands roaming her back, squeezing her ass. They fell onto the bed, still tangled about each early and her finger deftly undid his rap and pants and found his cock. She stroked it and guided it between their thighs.

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

The bed pounded against the headboards, their dead body writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each other 's flesh. Her fingernails scratched left red tracks across his back.

"I bet you 're so horny,"cent whispered in my ear, her defenseless body pressing against my back ; her nipples to hard level and her pubic hairsbreadth soft as silk on my ass. Her finger's breadth found my pussy, sliding into my depths."They always are like this after they reunite."

"Fuck me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, hubby ! hit me forget Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

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

Penny 's fingers wormed inside me, the hound of her hand grinding on my button. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't take my eyes off my Masters. I had never seen anything like it in my animation. It was raw. Passion at its purest. luxuria at it 's most stiff, distilled to remove love, tenderness, pity, pity, degradation. Even hatred and anger were gone.

Only lust remained.

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

They used so many positions. He must throw taken a magical viagra, because he came in her oral fissure, her pussy, and her ass over and over. The room filled with their potent smell and the bed seemed sticky with pussy juices and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, doyen 's arms wrapped around his wife from behind, his fingerbreadth gently playing with her titty while he nuzzled at her cervix. A happy grin filled her side."I love you, doyen,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

"Maybe side by side time I wo n't make out after you."

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

"Which makes me more the sucker for putting up with this."I wanted to cry, his voice was so caustic, so hopeless.

Tears welled in her hazel eyes."I do n't merit your love,"she whispered."I 'm a terrible person. But I do have it off you. It 's because you seem to give care about me despite my flaws. You 're a better someone that I 'll ever be, Dean."

doyen turned Alice 's expression and wiped away her rent."Why ca n't you just stop running away from me ?"

"I 'll try,"she sniffed."If you try to register you love me Thomas More often."

"I 'll work out 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,"James Dean answered.

She smiled like I was a piece of expensive jewellery."Come here and clean my pussy up,"she smiled."I love seeing Madonna 's human 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 cheek in her cunt, hating every indorsement 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 .