The Devil 's pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sally : The Gift

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

Saturday, Apr 17th, 2031 - Sally Fritz - Booker Taliaferro Washington District of Columbia, North American District

"Are you nervous ?"cardinal number Jessie asked me.

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

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

Her husband, Cardinal Kevin, walked in and gave his married woman a promptly buss."There are some crucial people out there, hard worker,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth course to graduate from Belleramine academy, the premier shoal for transforming youth women into submissive slaves. Ran by the church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of northward America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the Richmondena Cardinalis who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the episcopate of the former United country, Canada, and Gronland. Only the best lady friend were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

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

Of course, being one of Mark 's youngster did n't make me that special. He was a lustful God, and had sowed his seeds in many fields far and all-encompassing. Only his children born to his Goddess and the sanctum adulteress were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his daughter gave me a few advantages.

I did n't recognize my mother. She died when I was six months old. She was one of many slain when the daemon Dagon conquered Washington D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphanage. 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 okay education. At the age of fourteen, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the assessment test to discover what role in high society the Gods needed me to fulfill, or I could be trained as a slave for the succeeding two years.

I had envied the onetime girls who were being trained as slaves. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their heads held high. They were full moon of pride. Only the best young lady attended Belleramine, and only the just of the best of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful people in the man : Bishops ruling Diocese or executive ruling district. If I was really golden, a Cardinal or a governor, someone bounce to the Supreme Being themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me.

Our training was extensive. The very nighttime I agreed to set out my slave preparation, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the conclusion two long time I was learn how to please both men and fair sex with every persona of my torso, from my agile clapper to my deft fingerbreadth. I was trained how to endure long periods of bondage and early discomfort, learned to savor the predilection of pee, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was quick to serve and be used for my Master or schoolma'am '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 make to be plucked. I was uneasy, even though I knew how dandy my beauty was. My hair was a rich, honey-brown that fell in blockheaded curls about my round, delicate face. My optic were piercing Amytal, not uncommon among Mark 's tike, and my rim were small and pouty. My figure was shapely, perky breasts and puffy mammilla just the ripe size for a man 's mitt to engulf. And my puss was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing place strip. My vulva was tight, hiding my pink petals. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my tart honey would bead upon my lips.

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

All ten of us climbed onto small, rhythm pedestals just boastfully enough for us to kneel on our hands and knees. The pedestals slowly spun so that our potential purchaser could properly audit us. Drawn carefully on our tush was a act. I was seven.

The vendee circulated through the elbow room. My education was extended and I recognized almost all of them. As a striver to a powerful person, it would be expected of me to act as a writing table or other eccentric of personal attendant, so recognizing the important mass of the world by plenty was a very important skill drilled into us.

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

The buyers were free with their mitt and other body parts. While none were allowed to cum on me, to a greater extent than a few pecker were quickly shoved into my backtalk, ass, or pussycat so the client could get a taste for the delectation I had to offer while to a greater extent than a few of the cleaning lady had me lap momentarily at their puss or take in on their breasts.

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

I let my puss wring on her fingerbreadth. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to experience the majesty of Mark and Madonna, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy Koran of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't have a go at it. 5 has a gorgeous rear,"carmine Cynthia answered.

The Governors of the dominion of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, Anastasia and Stan, admired my white meat while their son shoved his tool inside me. He gave two arduous jab that left my pathetic pussy aching for an orgasm. Cardinalis cardinalis Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of north Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two fancy man, Kevin and St. Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should take some boys to be hard worker,"Lynette told her fan."Girls are fine, but there 's cypher like a untested man eager to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York diocese and her daughter, another of my many stepsister, each took a slug of my kitty and both absolutely loved my taste."I want her, mammy,"the girl begged."I absolutely have to own her."

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

"I want this one,"the girl declared. She was xvi and tempestuous, clearly not a girl that went through Belleramine Academy. Even the girlfriend that did n't become slave were groomed to be submissive.

Cardinal Bill and his wife Erin fondled number 10 while governor Book of Daniel, father of the sanctum Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few fourth dimension out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girls of my family were flushed with arousal. I knew I ached to cum, juice dripping down my thighs. The potential purchaser teased us just long enough to keep us on the verge of cumming without letting us achieve that tremendous release.

A few lesser Bishops and Executives fondled me before Jessie announced the auction bridge was about to begin. We lined up on a stage, standing in provocative poses we would possess to hold for the duration, while handmaiden quickly cleared out the stand and set up chairperson. In bit, the auction sale was fix to begin.

1—a sweet, redheaded woodpecker name Lexa—went for $ 3 million, bought by Cardinal Fatima."A gift for my married woman,"I heard her say as she collected her slave. Cardinal Lucy would be a very lucky woman.

Next up was 2, a sonsie young girl named heather with platinum blonde hair in a long 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."carmine Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to mimosa bush blackwood tree, daughter of the Governors of Confederacy Africa.

My heart pounded as I stepped forward."routine 7 comes from excellent stock. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my breast a power play."Perky tits, very flexible, and look at the pinko of her nipples."

Jessie 's molestations rekindled the fire in my loins that had died down while I waited my turn on the blocking. The blonde 's fingerbreadth slid down my belly and stroked my landing flight strip, before they shoved between my pegleg. I stifled a gasp, keeping my face 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 thickset consistency and a tart flavor."

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

"Look at how beautiful her puss is."Jessie 's finger's breadth again stroked my vulva."Not a hint of her labia minora peaking out. Only her button display when she 's fully aroused."

I let go of my ankles and, unbidden, reached behind me to unfold my asscheeks undetermined. I wanted to moan as my youthful fancy woman shoved two finger into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the fingers in and out."She can take even the orotund putz or dildo and has no job wearing a butt jade for extended periods."

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

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

"It 's because who your Fatherhood is,"whispered Jessie."Every man wants to loot you and every cleaning lady wants to be touched by Him again."

At $ 4.1 million, most stopped bidding. Governor Anastasia and carmine Narcissus pseudonarcissus seemed to have some sort of competition between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her married man Stan were Soviet Union 's laic masters while Daffodil and her wife Addison were the ecclesiastical mistresses. It seemed neither of these woman liked the other.

"I wo n't let you take her,"Daffodil declared, her light-haired hair swinging about her heavy knocker."Addison and I are gon na delight this sweet, youth thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, black pilus."So she can dress up like a cheerleader, and you and that loose woman you call a wife can relieve your High school day days !"

Daffodil, who appeared eighteen but must be in her XXX, folded her arms beneath her rather large knocker."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 to the lowest degree she 'd be useful !"ptyalize Anastasia."She would n't be out fucking every farm girl she could lay her lazy hands on !"

"We 'd at least prize her beauty ! A reasonably 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 married woman was here and heard those words, she 'd kick your scrawny ass !"declared Daffodil.

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

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

"This is growing tiresome,"a new vox said. A serious man—in his early twenties, a champaign grimace with a goatee sprouting from his mentum and short, neatly combed, brown 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 hear an end to their petty squabbles."

Both ladies glared at each other, then the starter, then back at each other. I continued searching my judgement, trying to localise his face. He had resource if he could drop $ 20 million, so he was obviously important. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit of clothes, the type an office proletarian would get into, with none of the finery the other 's adorned themselves in.

"lady ?"Kevin asked.

"fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"bettor James Dean gets her than that suck up bitch,"Daffodil declared."How Mark ever came to like a cleaning lady with such a large stick up her ass is beyond me."

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

"You bitch !"the blonde snarled.

"Come on, Ana,"Stan said, grabbing is married woman."We 'll get Steve a slave next year."

"Yes dear,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Daffodil called my new professional Dean. That meant he was dean Ralph Barton Perry, regulator of the Territory of Oceanica. His wife was a squeeze admirer 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 onetime than twenty, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limo. They must be sisters, their soundbox had the same form and the Saame heart-shaped, freckled faces.

"I 'm Penny and this is Mercedes,"cooed the slightly shorter of the pair, they were about my pinnacle. 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 plait."This is no good. And your eyes are absolutely the faulty color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sis, but Mercedes had a slight, nasal tone, like she was from New York City.

I did n't address ; my breeding kept my knife silent, even though I was confused by their scuttlebutt and their appearances. What was wrong with my eyes ? They were the Lapplander trench, sapphire amobarbital sodium of my Father.

"Have you forgotten that you were a black-haired fille with browned optic ?"penny asked Mercedes.

A second later, Dean stepped out of the construction. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to bring out their titty, short mini-skirts that left sleek thigh bare, and knee-deep, Negroid boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguards of the idol, lent out to their most trust retainer. Both wore tight, silver chokers about their throats.

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

The first emotion I had seen passed across my new master 's font. Pain, angriness ... and longing."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

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

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planes were spread and full of seats. This one was a hallway and a collection of little cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."professional principle all of those small, Pacific islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he normal Australia, which has a lot of city on the slide and almost nothing across the quietus of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a planer. Before the Demon Wars, air travel was common. Now only government and ecclesiastical officials traveled the world, and those few, favorable folk music who moved commodity around. But that was mostly by trains, truck, and ships. Before the immortal came, people were infelicitous because they had the wrong jobs. Now the assessment exam told everyone where to put to work, where to live, whom to marry, and that made people a lot felicitous. The judgement were always right, the Gods said so.

It must give been so complicated in the past tense when you had to lay down all those decisiveness for yourself.

"Do you ever talk ?"cent asked me after sitting me down in a pocket-size cabin that contained a narrow bed and belittled, makeup tabular array and chair.

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

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

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

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

An mad twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, young lady cent ?"

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

"Mercedes said my hairsbreadth is the wrong color ?"

"Who do we face like ?"Penny asked, unbuttoning her dress. Mercedes sighed and pulled her apparel over her head revealing her bare body. Both women 's pubic hair had been sculpted into a impassioned spirit above their slits.

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

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

"Plus passkey 's jealous of The Virgin,"Penny continued."He gets off on using us."

I noticed pale bruise on both of their breasts—bite marks. I received exchangeable bruises during my training. The Theocracy 's law said a slave could be bruised and welted, so long as no stock was drawn or bones broken. I knew it was a opening to end up owned by a master key or Mistress that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"schoolmistress,"sighed cent."She 's run off with one of her lovers. She does it every few year. professional buys a new slave as a gift for her to lend her back."

Over the next few minute, the missy used strange twist on me invented by the Holy Vizier. They did n't just dye my whisker auburn, they permanently changed my hair color. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and pocket-size specks burned all across my cheeks and bosom as lentigo blossomed. They smeared a ointment on my pussycat and a midst, red bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a matching heart to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how close-fitting my body pattern was to the Goddess. I had the Lapplander curve, the Saame universal bust size, and the Lapp, heart-shaped face. I could pass for one of her sisters now.

"Let 's use up 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 rage 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 living as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through planing machine 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 doorway open.

The cabin was the sizing of a small bedchamber tucked into the fanny of the plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue comforter and an ebony Natalie Wood material body. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a account book spread out next to it along with a ikon of a beautiful, youth cleaning woman with sheeny and heavyset, black hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

"I am your Goddess, Blessed Virgin !"I declared, hoping my training and instincts were right."On your human knee !"

Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my head up confidently as the fervency burned in his blue centre as he stared at me."Whore ! She 's gone because of you !"

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

"You helped her run off ! I know it was you, backbite ! You always aid her !"

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

My words were cut off as he lunged at me, his manus gripping my pharynx. 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 excite him, my hands trying to pry his fingers off as my breath rasped in my throat.

"tart !"

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

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

His hammer was hard, slim, with a bulb-shaped point that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped drop-off. He let the pants slide off his skinny peg, and kicked them off, before advancing with like a hungry shark at her.

"What 're you going to do ?"I quailed, shrinking against the pillows piled against the 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 nipple heaving, dotted with freckles. He settled between my thrashing thighs, his cock coming close and closelipped to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my Master 's pleasance. All my preparation, the hard work and long nights practicing was deserving it. His peter speared me. Rough, powerful, 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 bitch. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my medium physique. It was hard keeping my passion out of my interpreter. It was too soon to sound like I enjoyed it. I needed to scramble tenacious before I submitted.

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

I bucked beneath him, struggling to move my sleeve beneath his strength. His putz plowed into me, churning my Passion of Christ as his breakwater smashed into my button. Every slam shot new twinkle of delight through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to bear back my pleasure. A diminished pant escaped my lips, the first hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a slow surrender. Let my schoolmaster believe he was winning me over. I let out another little sigh, careful to hold my full passion inside me.

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

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

He let go of my weapons system and grasped my breast, kneading hard, bruising my delicate flesh. The pain was exquisite."You bonk it, do n't you ? You 're such a tart that you ca n't help yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lust invade my whole tone and my hips start to wriggle."I hate this !"
"I can experience how wet you are, Madonna ! Your dirty twat 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a whore !"His fingers pinched my nipple, one more than wonderful sense experience adding to the simmering in my center. 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 branch wrapping around his hips, pulling him harder into me. My cum was upon me and I fought it off—it was too early."Stop screw me !"

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

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

"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 stab 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 in high spirits plateaus of passion. I savored my relief.

"I love your turncock !"I screamed in his ear."Harder ! fuck 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 whole dead body tensed, his nerve squeezing shut as his seed erupted into my hungry profundity. One last, marvelous sexual climax speared through me. My skipper came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his free weight to my chest as we were whipped by the winds of our passions, rocked in a storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breaths came in taunt gasp."Oh, captain,"I cooed, kissing his neck and chin."Oh, lord, thank you, thank you."

He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed, staring up at the roof. I smiled, running my fingers lazily through the pickle between my thighs. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the ceiling, his tight-fitting breast uprising and falling beneath his still buttoned up dress shirt, ringed with sweat around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of course of study, sea captain,"I answered as I stood, a little unsteady on my groundwork. My face still tingled with the strength of my cums.

As I opened the threshold, he said,"You were deserving every dollar."

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

The poor man. His wife 's constant infidelities seemed to have robbed him of his self-confidence and made him feel inadequate. I tried to preserve my negative sentiment about my new schoolmarm out of my head, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would turn over her a piece of my mind. Her husband was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him barren. She should let him encounter happiness with another charwoman 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 take the air around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-size mattress, tight for three adult female, especially when Penny and Mercedes could n't seem to hold open 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 moans and pant and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a calorie-free quietus, constantly interrupted by their love qualification. I managed to happen a deep dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my cunt.

I woke up to Penny between my legs going to Ithiel Town on my pussy. I opened my oral cavity to protest my desire to log Z's when Mercedes snatch descended to my lips and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, tart and tangy.

The three of us were a mess hall when we finally collapsed into sleep. I woke when the woodworking 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 Master two more multiplication, both times playing Mary and letting my master"rapine"me.

The topical anaesthetic administrator who administrated the Philippines for Dean met us with a limousine. Dean 's bodyguards drove date vehicles. manilla paper, like many cities, had been devastated during the daimon warfare, and Theocracy architects and engineers oversaw its rebuilding. All the new grammatical construction resembled neighborhoods and construction in Washington D.C. The main duomo looked identical to the one backbone home, and I could cite each of the local Governmental buildings. That one was the department of Education because of the L shape the building had, and that one belonged to the department of judge because of the statue of Chasity before footprint that led up to a turgid, glass entrance. We entered a residential neighborhood. The menage were all one of the 17 approved mob dwellings, or the seven approved flat tenement house, which only varied by height.

The only if way I could tell it was n't President Washington D.C. were the palm tree and the remnants of old capital of the Philippines. There were sometime building that showed some individuality and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the Saami. I 'm sure it would make the mass of manila happier. They dressed just like they did back home, safety policeman wore the Sami uniforms, governing works wore their suits, labourer wore their amobarbital sodium coveralls, and farmers their blue dungaree and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a James Jerome Hill into a new neck of the woods and stopped."271 has occupied this house, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a grayness house, the same precise shade as all the other houses 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 dentists used to look at your teeth ? We stepped into the household. The family that lived here bowed to Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, tusk skinned with Brobdingnagian breasts that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, headphone over her auricle. A tv camera on a tripod was set up future to her, pointed at the succeeding room access house. I peered out the window at the family. The other house 's window were covered by midst drapes, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the wall like it was n't there. A twosome writhed in a passionate embrace on the bed. The woman, Alice, rode the man, his dark hands groping her small breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her feet, her tumid titty jiggling, and snapped James Dean a salute.

"Audio,"James Byron Dean commanded, sitting down at 271 's seat.

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

"Fuck me !"moaned the man."ride my turncock, Alice ! I love it !"

"Yes, yes !"she moaned, full of passion."I love your cock, Marco ! Oh, piece of ass ! I love it !"

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

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

She kept riding him, leaning over so her mordant tomentum fell in a drape about their faces, hiding them. Sounds of passionate kissing echoed through the verbalizer. Marco flipped them over and thrust hard into her, knocking the headboard of the bed into the wall, adding a staccato belt to their lovemaking.

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

I glanced at headmaster 's face. Pain clenched his os frontale. His hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn hair. She pulled his shaft out, sucking it into her rim as his manus forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his wife and her lover 's passionate embrace.

"Fuck me, know me !"Alice moaned over and over."I love you ! hold open fucking me !"

James Dean shoved Mercedes 's head all the way down his prick, muttering under his breathing place. He grunted, and it took me a moment to gain he was dumping his cum down her throat. He let go, and Mercedes stumbled back gasping for breath.

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

She snuggled against his mesomorphic body, her fingers toying with his sinister dresser haircloth."You are so insatiable,"she purred."I love it."

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

"Bah, stop in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your wife phone call in sick for you and make love to me."

"I 'll get in trouble,"he protested."I called in just three twenty-four hours ago."

"Do n't you sleep with me ?"

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

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

"My somebody sings praise to your celestial sweetheart. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all creation ! Your white meat are perfective, round and alcoholic and your pelvic girdle drive me to distraction. Your lips are full, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"Enough,"James Byron Dean snarled."274, commit your guard 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 escort 's saluted.

I watched in astonishment as they surged out. There was a potency to the bodyguard 's bowel movement, a vehemence of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the house, their guns drawn. I shivered, once guns killed thousands every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. human race was free of criminal offense. We all obeyed the immortal'constabulary. 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 breast doorway while 271 and 272 circled the menage to the backyard. They moved with such danger. I had never met anyone I thought would actually suffer me until now. These women knew how to commit violence.

I was n't sure what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the same meter. 275 crashed her shoulder into the threshold, darting in followed by 273. There was a frightened outcry from a woman—probably Marco 's wife. Marco and his wife would have been matched at a young age, selected for compatible personality and intimate preference by the aptitude tests and their school teachers.

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

Dean rushed to the house. I followed.

A plain, wickedness skinned charwoman, knelt in the centre of the kitchen, her face equanimity. She knew to obey the bodyguard. Every citizen knew the God'third precept : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without hesitation.

And everyone recognized a member of the bodyguards. They were elite women, only three hundred members, who guarded the Gods and their privilege servants. These adult female were all oldtimer of the Demon state of war. Some had even helped to overthrow the False God Brandon and defended the Gods during the Miracle.

Dean did n't even reckon at Marco 's wife. He strode into the bedchamber and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, acidity musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another span of bodyguard. Alice lounged on the rumpled bed, not covering her nudity, her thighs obscenely spread to show the answer of their rage. I could see faint bruises on her titty 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 quietus.

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

"computer code inspector, City of manila, Territory of the Philippines, district of Oceanica, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

"Right away, sir,"275 do and the two bodyguards dragged Marco out of the room.

"Must you always cast out my lovers to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, narrate them to end 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 keep doing this ?"Dean demanded of his wife, glaring at her.

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

"I love you, Alice."

There was so a good deal pain in his voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible cleaning lady see what her natural process were doing to him ? Did she not like that she shredded his soulfulness with her behavior ? I ignored my training and allowed myself to hate my Mistress.

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

"And the fact that I care plenty to track you down every time you disappear on one of you occasion ..."His middle 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 font."I also fall in love."

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

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

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

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her arms around his neck opening. He stiffened but did n't displume away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his eyes."Our dear is the stone our life together is built on—our instauration. It maybe drill, but it 's secure and lasting. potent enough to brave any obstacle."

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

"Yes, and your negligence. But I am good-for-naught for hurting you. These igneous beloved burn so bright, 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 bang me ?"

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel tree eyes were fierce."But you ca n't ignore me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with motiveless passion."Instead, you track me down and show up just how much you love me. attend at you. You 're wide of warmth. It makes me sense 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 other and her fingers deftly undid his belt and knickers and found his peter. 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 consistency writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each other 's flesh. Her fingernails scratched left red data track across his back.

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

"piece of tail me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! Make me forget Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

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

cent 's finger wormed inside me, the heel of her paw grinding on my button. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't take my eyes off my passe-partout. I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was raw. cacoethes at its purest. Lust at it 's most powerful, distilled to take away love, tenderness, compassionateness, shame, degradation. Even hatred and wrath were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on Penny 's fingers so many prison term as I witnessed my Master 's passion.

They used so many positions. He must suffer taken a magical viagra, because he came in her mouth, her slit, and her ass over and over. The elbow room filled with their powerful aroma and the bed seemed sticky with pussycat juices and ropy cum.

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

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

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

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

binge welled in her hazelnut center."I do n't merit your lovemaking,"she whispered."I 'm a tremendous person. But I do love you. It 's because you seem to wish about me despite my defect. You 're a ameliorate somebody that I 'll ever be, Dean."

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

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

"I 'll go 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 Byron Dean answered.

She smiled like I was a bit of expensive jewelry."come here and clean my kitty 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 nerve in her cunt, hating every second of it. Why could n't I just belong to Dean ? But I was a slave. I could n't pick out who I pleasured. James Dean gave me to Alice, I was her gift, her toy.

Forever .