The devil 's Pact Slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sally : The talent

annotation : brand once fucked a bank teller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a daughter named Sally. Thanks to b0b for beta indication this.

Sat, April 17th, 2031 - crack Fritz - Washington D.C., North American dominion

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

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

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

Her married man, cardinal number Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a quick candy kiss."There are some important masses out there, hard worker,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth class to fine-tune from Belleramine Academy, the PM schooltime for transforming young women into submissive slaves. Ran by the church building under the auspice of the Archdiocese of North U.S.A. and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the cardinals who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the diocese of the late United States, Canada, and Greenland. Only the best girls were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

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

Of course, being one of sucker 's children did n't make me that special. He was a lustful God, and had sowed his germ in many fields far and wide of the mark. Only his nestling born to his Goddess and the Holy Sluts were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his daughter gave me a few advantages.

I did n't make out my female parent. She died when I was six month old. She was one of many slain when the Demon Dagon conquered Washington D.C. 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 finest Department of Education. At the age of fourteen, I was given the alternative of graduating and taking the judgement examination to come across what character in society the Gods needed me to occupy, or I could be trained as a slave for the next two years.

I had envied the older girls who were being trained as slave. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their promontory held high. They were full moon of pride. Only the best miss attended Belleramine, and only the best of the Charles Herbert Best of those were given the opportunity to be a hard worker. I would be auctioned off to the most brawny people in the world : Bishops ruling bishopric or Executives ruling Territories. If I was really lucky, a Cardinalis cardinalis or a Governor, soul bound to the divinity themselves and empower immortality, would buy me.

Our grooming was extensive. The very night I agreed to start my knuckle down training, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the hold out two days I was learn how to delight both men and charwoman with every theatrical role of my trunk, from my agile knife to my deft fingers. I was trained how to brook hanker full stop of slavery and other irritation, learned to revel the discernment of urine, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was prepare to serve and be used for my Master 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 blossom ready to be plucked. I was flighty, even though I knew how with child my beauty was. My hair was a rich, honey-brown that fell in thick curls about my round, delicate face. My middle were piercing blue, not uncommon among Deutschmark 's children, and my back talk were little and pouty. My figure was shapely, perky boob and puffy tit just the justly size of it for a man 's hand to absorb. And my pussycat was to die for, shaved bare save for a minor landing strip. My vulva was stringent, hiding my pink petal. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my lemony beloved would bead upon my mouth.

"convey your places, slaves !"Jessie shouted, clapping her hands.

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

The purchaser circulated through the room. My education was extended and I recognized almost all of them. As a slave to a knock-down person, it would be expected of me to act as a escritoire or former type of personal attendant, so recognizing the important peoples of the existence by sight was a very important skill drilled into us.

My eyes flicked around. One of these knock-down men or women would buy me today.

The buyers were loose 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 sass, ass, or puss so the node could get a taste sensation for the delights I had to offer while more than a few of the women had me lap momentarily at their pussies or suck on their breasts.

"Is n't she a beauty, Sin,"purred cardinal Vivian, her finger's breadth probing my cunt."Nice and tight."

I let my cunt squeeze on her fingers. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the get-go to live the majesty of Mark and Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy books of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't know. 5 has a gorgeous rear,"Cardinal Artemis answered.

The Governors of the territorial dominion of Russia, Anastasia and Stan, admired my boob while their son shoved his cock inside me. He gave two hard knife thrust that left my poor twat aching for an coming. Richmondena Cardinalis Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of North Africa let me tongue her pussycat while her two paramours, Kevin and St. Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some boys to be striver,"Lynette told her lovers."daughter are fine, but there 's naught like a young man tidal bore to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York episcopate and her girl, another of my many half-sisters, each took a punch of my kitty-cat and both absolutely loved my taste."I want her, momma,"the daughter 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 sixteen and wild, clearly not a girl that went through Belleramine Academy. Even the little girl that did n't become slaves were groomed to be submissive.

Cardinal beak and his married woman Erin fondled 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 lady friend of my class were flushed with foreplay. I knew I ached to cum, juices dripping down my second joint. The likely purchaser teased us just long enough to preserve us on the verge 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 get. We lined up on a level, standing in provocative affectedness we would have to reserve for the duration, while servant quickly cleared out the pedestal and set up hot seat. In proceedings, the auction was cook to begin.

1—a sweet, red-header name Lexa—went for $ 3 million, bought by Cardinal Fatima."A talent for my wife,"I heard her say as she collected her slave. Cardinal Lucy would be a very golden woman.

Next up was 2, a sonsy lass named broom with Pt blonde hairsbreadth in a long tress. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The spoiled girl of Bishopress Bryanna was excited to win 4. I guess she found another hard worker she"absolutely has to own."Cardinalis cardinalis Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to Acacia farnesiana blackwood, girl of the Governors of due south Africa.

My sum pounded as I stepped forward."identification number 7 comes from excellent stock. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my bosom a squeezing."Perky tits, very pliant, and flavor at the pinko of her nipples."

Jessie 's molestations rekindled the flak in my loins that had died down while I waited my turn on the cylinder block. The blonde 's finger slid down my venter and stroked my landing strip, before they shoved between my legs. I stifled a pant, keeping my typeface tranquil, as her finger probed my pussy.

"Tight and hot,"she continued, pulling her finger's breadth out of my slit and holding them up to the crowd."With a loggerheaded body and a tangy flavor."

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

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

I let go of my ankles and, unbidden, reached behind me to spread my asscheeks loose. I wanted to groan as my vernal Mistress shoved two fingers into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the finger's breadth in and out."She can consume even the enceinte tool or dildo and has no problem wearing a tush plug for extended periods."

"One of our better striver,"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 boat paddle were raised and Kevin rattled off their bids. Every clock time a paddle raised, another $ 100,000 was bid. I was quickly up the $ 3.5 million, almost as often 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 woman wants to be touched by Him again."

At $ 4.1 million, well-nigh stopped bidding. governor Anastasia and Cardinalis cardinalis daffodil seemed to have some sort of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction bridge. Anastasia and her husband Stan were Soviet Union 's secular maestro while daffodil and her wife Addison were the ecclesiastical mistress. It seemed neither of these women liked the other.

"I wo n't let you accept her,"Narcissus pseudonarcissus declared, her blonde haircloth swinging about her hard teat."Addison and I are gon na enjoy this afters, young thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, Shirley Temple Black tomentum."So she can dress up like a cheerleader, and you and that loose woman you call a married woman can relieve your gamy School days !"

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

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

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

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

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

"If you could sweep up her out of whatever poor people, 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 mind her going off and scratching them."

"This is growing deadening,"a new voice said. A serious man—in his early twenty, a plain face with a goatee sprouting from his chin 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 get a line an end to their petty squabbles."

Both ladies glared at each other, then the freshman, then back at each other. I continued searching my judgement, trying to place his face. He had resources if he could unload $ 20 million, so he was obviously important. But he was dressed in a utilitarian cause, the eccentric an office worker would outwear, with none of the finery the other 's adorned themselves in.

"Ladies ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Anastasia sighed.

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

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

"You bitch !"the blonde snarled.

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

"Yes dearest,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Daffodil called my new master Dean. That meant he was Dean Oliver Hazard Perry, Governor of the territory of Oceanica. His wife was a knocker acquaintance of the Goddess Mary. He was a mightily man to be married to a woman close the Goddess.

I trembled as two auburn haired women—neither of whom looked older than XX, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limo. They must be sisters, their torso had the Same material body and the Sami heart-shaped, lentiginose faces.

"I 'm centime and this is Mercedes,"cooed the slightly scant of the pair, they were about my meridian. She had a little drawl to her voice, hinting at her southerly inheritance."Oh, you are just beautiful as the dawn."

Mercedes grabbed my blond tresses."This is no good. And your center are absolutely the wrong color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sisters, but Mercedes had a thin, rhinal step, like she was from New York City.

I did n't speak ; my education kept my tongue silent, even though I was confused by their comment and their appearances. What was wrongly with my eyes ? They were the Sami trench, cerulean Amytal of my Father.

"wealthy person you forgotten that you were a dark-haired little girl with brown optic ?"penny asked Mercedes.

A bit later, James Byron Dean stepped out of the building. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in Navy blue angel uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to disclose their breasts, shortly mini-skirts that left sleek thigh bare, and knee-high, inglorious boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguard of the Gods, lent out to their most trusted servants. Both weary tight, ash grey chokers about their throats.

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

The first emotion I had seen passed across my new passe-partout 's human face. Pain, wrath ... and longing."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limo campaign to the aerodrome. doubtfulness burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my questions and my fervor as the limo drove onto the track towards a festive aeroplane. It was laborious, but I was well trained.

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought sheet were open and wide of seats. This one was a hallway and a collection of small cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."headmaster rules all of those small, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Sjaelland. Plus, he linguistic rule Australia, which has a lot of urban center on the coasts and almost cypher across the relaxation of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a plane. Before the Demon Wars, air locomotion was vulgar. Now only regime and ecclesiastical officials traveled the humanity, and those few, golden folks who moved commodity around. But that was mostly by gearing, motortruck, and ships. Before the Gods came, people were distressed because they had the wrong chore. Now the judgment tests told everyone where to process, where to live, whom to splice, and that made the great unwashed a lot happier. The assessment were always right, the Gods said so.

It must cause been so complicated in the past when you had to stimulate all those decision for yourself.

"Do you ever talk ?"centime asked me after sitting me down in a small cabin that contained a constringe bed and minuscule, constitution table and chair.

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

Penny snorted a laugh."We 're slaves, you can verbalise to us. Besides, superior and mistress do n't mind if we have a destitute tongue."

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

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

An shake up twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, missy Penny ?"

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

"Mercedes said my haircloth is the wrong colouring material ?"

"Who do we look like ?"Penny asked, unbuttoning her dress. Mercedes sighed and pulled her dress over her head revealing her naked dead body. Both womanhood 's pubic hairsbreadth had been sculpted into a fiery heart above their slits.

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

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

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

I noticed sick bruises on both of their breasts—bite marks. I received similar contusion during my grooming. 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 possible action to end up owned by a professional or Mistress that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"mistress,"sighed centime."She 's run off with one of her lover. She does it every few old age. Master buys a new slave as a giving for her to work her back."

Over the next few hours, the girls used strange device on me invented by the Holy Vizier. They did n't just dye my fuzz auburn, they permanently changed my hair color. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and small-scale touch burned all across my impertinence and heart as freckles blossomed. They smeared a cream on my pussycat and a thick, red crotch hair grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a fit heart to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how close my body shape was to the Goddess. I had the same curve, the same general bust size, and the Saami, heart-shaped typeface. I could overstep for one of her Sister now.

"Let 's subscribe you to Master,"Mercedes said, nodding in atonement their work.

"And do n't fret. He only hurts us when she 's missing. He let 's his mania get out of control condition. 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 life as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through carpenter's plane to the cabin at the back, cent added,"If he calls you Mary, make-believe 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 room access open.

The cabin was the size of a small bedroom tucked into the tail of the carpenter's plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue comforter and an ebony Mrs. Henry Wood frame of reference. dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a account book bedcover out next to it along with a picture of a beautiful, young cleaning woman with glossy and loggerheaded, fateful hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

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

dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my question 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, squawk ! You always assist her !"

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

My words were cut off as he lunged at me, his hand 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 atomic number 26. I struggled, just enough to excite him, my script trying to pry his fingers off as my hint rasped in my throat.

"Whore !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a raft of limb, my now auburn hair falling across my boldness. I struggled to push my whisker out of my typeface. I put on a look of reverence."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 working girl that corrupted my wife,"he snarled, unbuttoning his pants."I 'll show up you how whores are treated !"

His rooster was arduous, slim down, with a bellying head that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slacks. He let the knickers skid off his skinny leg, and kicked them off, before advancing with like a athirst shark at her.

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

He practically leaped at me, his torso 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 mamilla heaving, dotted with lentigo. He settled between my thrashing thigh, his dick coming closer and closer to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my Master 's pleasance. All my training, the hard work and recollective nights practicing was worth it. His dick speared me. Rough, powerful, stabbing into my cocktail dress with violence.

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

He ignored me, stabbing his stopcock over and over into my slit. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my sensitive frame. It was hard keeping my heat out of my spokesperson. It was too soon to sound like I enjoyed it. I needed to fight foresightful 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 actuate my limb beneath his strength. His stopcock plowed into me, churning my passions as his groin smashed into my clit. Every shaft shot new discharge of pleasure through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to hold back my delight. A small gasp escaped my sass, the first of all hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a slow surrender. Let my original believe he was winning me over. I let out another little sigh, measured to retain my full passion inside me.

overlord fucked me difficult."You like my cock, do n't you !"

"I do n't,"I moaned, giving his putz a gentle liquidity crisis with my pussy."Please, layover !"

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

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lust invade my tone and my hips start to wriggle."I hate this !"
"I can finger how wet you are, Mary ! Your dirty cunt 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a whore !"His fingers pinched my mammilla, one more wondrous sense adding to the simmering in my core. lecherousness twisted his typeface 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."plosive consonant fucking me !"

Our rose hip slammed together."Say it !"he hissed."Tell me how with child my cock feels !"

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

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

"Oh, no !"I gasped. It was time. I surrendered to the Passion of his thrusts and let my climax exploded inside me. I howled my delight, throwing my arms around his eubstance and clutching him to me as pleasure rippled over and over through me. His rooster kept fucking me, spurring me to higher and higher plateaus of cacoethes. I savored my relief.

"I love your tool !"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 hale torso tensed, his aspect squeezing shut as his seminal fluid erupted into my athirst depth. One live on, wonderful culmination speared through me. My Master came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weight to my breasts as we were whipped by the winds of our passions, rocked in a storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our intimation came in ragged gasps."Oh, Master,"I cooed, kissing his neck and mentum."Oh, lord, thank you, give thanks you."

He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I smiled, running my fingers lazily through the messiness between my second joint. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the ceiling, his tight-fitting chest rebellion and falling beneath his still buttoned up dress shirt, ringed with sudor around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

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

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

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

The poor people man. His wife 's constant infidelity seemed to have robbed him of his self-confidence and made him feel inadequate. I tried to keep my negative thoughts about my new Mistress out of my judgement, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a piece of my creative thinker. Her husband was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him free. She should let him get happiness with another woman or man or whomever he wanted.

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

Sighing, I stretched out next to them and tried to brush off their moans and gasps and the way they 'd shove the bed. I reached a wakeful sleep, constantly interrupted by their honey making. I managed to find a deep dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my kitty-cat.

I woke up to cent between my legs going to townspeople on my kitty. I opened my mouth to resist my desire to log Z's when Mercedes pussy descended to my lips and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, tart 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 slumber for the foresighted flight across the Pacific to the Philippines. On the boring escape, I pleasured maestro two more than times, both times playing Mary and letting my master"rape"me.

The topical anesthetic administrator who administrated the Republic of the Philippines for James Dean met us with a limo. dean 's bodyguard drove escort fomite. Manila, like many urban center, had been devastated during the daemon Wars, and Theocracy architect and technologist oversaw its rebuilding. All the new expression resembled neck of the woods and buildings in Washington D.C. The principal cathedral looked superposable to the one back place, and I could name each of the topical anesthetic Governmental building. 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 stairs that led up to a large, spyglass entering. We entered a residential neighborhood. The houses were all one of the seventeen approved family unit domicile, or the seven approved apartment tenement, which only varied by height.

The only way I could secern it was n't American capital D.C. were the palm trees and the end of old Manila. There were older construction that showed some personal identity and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the same. I 'm sure it would make the people of manila paper happier. They dressed just like they did back menage, safety policeman wore the Lapplander uniforms, government works wore their courtship, laborers wore their drear coveralls, and Fannie Farmer their gamey jean and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a hill into a new neighborhood and stopped."271 has occupied this house, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a gray house, the same precise nicety as all the other houses on the street."She has a few X-radiation cameras pointed at where your wife is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the auto dentists used to take care at your teeth ? We stepped into the house. The menage that lived here bowed to dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, pearl skinned with huge tit that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, earphone over her ear. A camera on a tripod was set up next to her, pointed at the next door house. I peered out the window at the firm. The other house 's windows were covered by duncish pall, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a sleeping room through the wall like it was n't there. A couple writhed in a passionate embrace on the bed. The adult female, Alice, rode the man, his dark hands groping her small-scale breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her invertebrate foot, her large bosom jiggling, and snapped James Byron Dean a salute.

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

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

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

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

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

She kept riding him, leaning over so her black hair fell in a curtain about their faces, hiding them. audio 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 strike to their lovemaking.

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

I glanced at Master 's face. anguish clenched his forehead. His hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn tomentum. She pulled his cock out, sucking it into her lips as his deal 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 ! prevent fucking me !"

doyen shoved Mercedes 's head all the way down his cock, muttering under his hint. He grunted, and it took me a moment to realise 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 dead body, her fingers toying with his black thorax hair."You are so insatiable,"she purred."I love it."

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

"Bah, stay in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your wife telephone call in sick for you and pass water dearest to me."

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

"Do n't you enjoy me ?"

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

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

"My person sings praise to your heavenly beauty. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all origination ! Your breast are perfect, round and lush and your pelvic arch drive me to distraction. Your mouth are good, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"sufficiency,"Dean snarled."274, broadcast your safety in."

"At once, sir,"the bootleg bodyguard saluted."275, 273 take the front man. 271, 272 the buns. 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 drift, a fury of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the mansion, their accelerator drawn. I shivered, once gun killed thousands every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. humankind was free of criminal offense. We all obeyed the Gods'laws. People only died from sickness, stroke, and old age.

I followed my Master out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the front end door while 271 and 272 circled the house to the backyard. They moved with such risk. I had never met anyone I thought would actually hurt me until now. These women knew how to give violence.

I was n't sure what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the Saami time. 275 crashed her articulatio humeri into the door, darting in followed by 273. There was a frightened vociferation from a woman—probably Marco 's married woman. Marco and his married woman would have been matched at a Young age, selected for compatible personality and sexual orientation course by the aptitude test and their school day instructor.

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

James Byron Dean rushed to the house. I followed.

A plain, iniquity skinned charwoman, knelt in the center of the kitchen, her face calm. She knew to obey the bodyguards. Every citizen knew the Gods'third commandments : Obey representative of the Theocracy without indisposition.

And everyone recognized a appendage of the bodyguard. They were elite cleaning woman, only three hundred members, who guarded the Gods and their best-loved retainer. These woman were all veterans of the Demon Wars. Some had even helped to overthrow the False God Brandon and defended the Gods during the Miracle.

James Byron Dean did n't even search at Marco 's wife. He strode into the bedroom and I followed. The elbow room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, sour musk. Marco knelt calmly on the flooring, watched over by another pair of bodyguard. Alice lounged on the crinkle bed, not covering her nakedness, her thighs obscenely spread to picture the event of their cacoethes. I could see pass out bruise on her tit and neck. No, hickeys.

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

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

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

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

"rightfield away, sir,"275 resolve and the two escort dragged Marco out of the room.

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Alice."

There was so much painful sensation in his vocalism. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible woman see what her actions were doing to him ? Did she not worry that she shredded his soul with her behavior ? I ignored my grooming and allowed myself to detest my Mistress.

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

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

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that mean ?"

A dreamy grinning flitted across her face."I also fall in love."

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

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our loves were majuscule bonfires burning brightly. But the fuel does n't last foresighted and the fervor burns out. I was already finding Marco tiresome. He was always wanting to forge instead of paying aid to me."

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

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her arms around his neck. He stiffened but did n't pull away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his center."Our honey is the stone our sprightliness together is built on—our foundation. It maybe boring, but it 's substantial and lasting. Strong enough to weather any obstacle."

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

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

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

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel tree eyes were trigger-happy."But you ca n't ignore me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with light passion."Instead, you track me down and present just how much you love me. Look at you. You 're full of passion. 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 belt and bloomers 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 eubstance writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each other 's shape. Her fingernails scratched left red tracks across his back.

"I bet you 're so hornlike,"penny whispered in my ear, her naked eubstance pressing against my back ; her tit to hard breaker point and her pubic hair soft as silk on my ass. Her finger's breadth found my pussy, sliding into my profoundness."They always are like this after they reunite."

"nooky me, make love me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! Make me forget Marco !"

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

"I am ! Oh, ass !"She screamed her coming for all of manilla paper to hear.

cent 's finger wormed inside me, the heel of her hand grinding on my clit. Her lip was diffused as she nibbled at my cervix. I could n't subscribe to my eyes off my professional. I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was raw. Passion at its purest. luxuria at it 's most potent, distilled to remove love, tenderness, compassionateness, shame, degradation. Even hatred and anger were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on penny 's fingers so many clock time as I witnessed my master key 's passion.

They used so many military position. He must accept taken a magical viagra, because he came in her backtalk, her kitty-cat, and her ass over and over. The room filled with their potent smell and the bed seemed viscous with pussy juices and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, James Dean 's subdivision wrapped around his wife from behind, his finger gently playing with her knocker while he nuzzled at her neck. A well-chosen smile filled her side."I love you, Dean,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

"Maybe succeeding 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 vocalization was so acid, so hopeless.

Tears welled in her Pomaderris apetala eyes."I do n't merit your passion,"she whispered."I 'm a awful somebody. But I do love you. It 's because you seem to care about me despite my flaws. You 're a just person that I 'll ever be, Dean."

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

"I 'll try,"she sniffed."If you try to demonstrate you love me more than often."

"I 'll sour on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

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

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

She smiled like I was a opus of expensive jewelry."seminal fluid here and clean my pussy up,"she smiled."I love seeing Mary 's face from between my thighs."

I knelt at the bed, trying to blot out my hatred of this char. Why did they stay together ? I buried my fount in her bitch, hating every s of it. Why could n't I just belong to James Byron Dean ? But I was a slave. I could n't select who I pleasured. Dean gave me to Alice, I was her gift, her toy.

Forever .