The Old Nick 's pact striver Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

sallying forth : The Gift

billet : Saint 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 - Washington D.C., 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 criticise their wind sock off,"she grinned, rubbing my hair.

Her hubby, cardinal number Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a quick kiss."There are some of import multitude out there, slaves,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth part socio-economic class to fine-tune from Belleramine academy, the premier school for transforming immature women into subservient slaves. Ran by the church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of North America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the cardinals who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the disposal of all the diocese of the onetime United States, Canada, and Greenland. Only the dependable girls were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

It was because of my Father-God that I was here—Mark Glassner. The aliveness God and protector of human beings. The Demon Slayer.

Of course, being one of Mark 's children did n't urinate me that special. He was a lusty God, and had sowed his seeds in many fields far and wide. Only his children 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 know my mother. She died when I was six months old. She was one of many slain when the Demon Dagon conquered Washington D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphans' asylum. 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 hunky-dory instruction. At the age of XIV, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the assessment test to discover what role in society the deity needed me to fill, or I could be trained as a slave for the next two years.

I had envied the older lady friend who were being trained as slaves. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their heads held high up. They were broad of superbia. Only the salutary girls attended Belleramine, and only the ripe of the Best of those were given the chance to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most muscular people in the earthly concern : Bishops ruling episcopate or Executives ruling Territories. If I was really lucky, a cardinal number or a regulator, someone bounds to the Supreme Being themselves and talented immortality, would buy me.

Our training was extensive. The very night I agreed to start my slave training, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a cleaning lady out of me. Over the last two class I was taught how to please both men and women with every region of my body, from my quick knife to my deft digit. I was trained how to go foresighted periods of bondage and former soreness, learned to delight the taste of urine, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was make to serve and be used for my Master or schoolmarm '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 bloom set up to be plucked. I was nervous, even though I knew how bully my dish was. My hair was a rich people, honey-brown that fell in fatheaded roll about my unit of ammunition, fragile face. My eyes were piercing blue, not uncommon among Saint Mark 's children, and my rim were pocket-size and pouty. My figure was shapely, chirpy breasts and intumescent nipples just the decently size for a man 's hand to soak up. And my pussy was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing funnies. My vulva was tight, hiding my pink flower petal. When aroused, my clit would top out out and my lemony honey would bead upon my lips.

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

All ten of us climbed onto minor, round down stand just bombastic enough for us to kneel on our hands and knees. The base slowly spun so that our potential purchaser could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our asses was a number. I was seven.

The purchaser circulated through the room. My education was extensive and I recognized almost all of them. As a hard worker to a powerful person, it would be expected of me to act as a repository or other type of personal attendant, so recognizing the of import peoples of the world by sight was a very important skill drilled into us.

My center flicked around. One of these powerful men or char would buy me today.

The vendee were free with their hand and other body parts. While none were allowed to cum on me, Thomas More than a few cock were quickly shoved into my mouth, ass, or pussy so the guest could get a taste for the delights I had to proffer while more than a few of the cleaning lady had me lap momentarily at their puss or suck on their breasts.

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

I let my twat squeeze on her fingers. To be sold to Vivian and Artemis, who were the first-class honours degree to see the majesty of Mark and Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy Good Book of the Glasnerian Bible.

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

The governor of the District of Soviet Russia, Anastasia and Stan, admired my breasts while their son shoved his putz inside me. He gave two firmly thrusts that left my poor pussy aching for an sexual climax. cardinal grosbeak Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of N Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two paramours, Kevin and Saint Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some boys to be slaves,"Lynette told her buff."Girls are all right, but there 's nothing like a young man eager to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New House of York Diocese and her girl, another of my many stepsister, each took a lick of my pussy and both absolutely loved my penchant."I want her, Mommy,"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 young lady declared. She was XVI and violent, clearly not a girl that went through Belleramine Academy. Even the daughter that did n't become slaves were groomed to be submissive.

Richmondena Cardinalis circular and his married woman Erin fondled number 10 while Governor Daniel, father of the sanctum Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few time out 3 's ass. Everyone of the missy of my year were flushed with arousal. I knew I ached to cum, succus dripping down my second joint. The potential vendee teased us just long enough to keep us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that wondrous release.

A few lesser Bishops and Executives fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to begin. We lined up on a level, standing in provocative poses we would have to hold for the duration, while servants quickly cleared out the base and set up chairs. In minutes, the vendue was ready to begin.

1—a Henry Sweet, redhead 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. carmine Lucy would be a very prosperous woman.

Next up was 2, a buxom lass named Heather with atomic number 78 blonde haircloth in a hanker braid. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The baffle daughter of Bishopress Bryanna was excited to win 4. I guess she found another slave she"absolutely has to own."Cardinal Artemis bought 5, and 6 went to cassie Blackwood, daughter of the Governors of southward Africa.

My heart pounded as I stepped forward."numeral 7 comes from splendid stock. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my tit a squeeze."Perky bosom, very pliant, and look at the pink of her nipples."

Jessie 's harassment rekindled the fire in my pubic region that had died down while I waited my turn on the block. The blond 's fingers slid down my belly and stroked my landing strip, before they shoved between my stage. I stifled a gasp, keeping my face tranquil, as her fingerbreadth probed my pussy.

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

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

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

I let go of my articulatio talocruralis and, unbidden, reached behind me to scatter my asscheeks surface. I wanted to groan as my youthful Mistress shoved two fingers into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the fingers in and out."She can take even the large pecker or dildo and has no problem wearing a butt plug for extended periods."

"One of our better slave,"Kevin added, moving beside his wife."I can vouch for both her ebullience and her aptitude. Shall we start the summons at $ 2 million."

It went spry after that. Red paddle were raised and Kevin rattled off their play. 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 bid kept going on.

"It 's because who your Church Father is,"whispered Jessie."Every man wants to spoil you and every fair sex wants to be touched by Him again."

At $ 4.1 million, most stopped bidding. regulator Anastasia and Cardinalis cardinalis daffodil seemed to suffer some sort of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her husband Stan were Russia 's secular masters while Daffodil and her wife Addison were the ecclesiastical mistresses. It seemed neither of these char liked the other.

"I wo n't let you have her,"Narcissus pseudonarcissus declared, her blonde hair's-breadth swinging about her with child tits."Addison and I are gon na enjoy this sweet, young thing."

Anastasia tossed her recollective, total darkness haircloth."So she can dress up like a cheerleader, and you and that jade you call a wife can relieve your High School years !"

Daffodil, who appeared eighteen but must be in her thirty-something, folded her blazonry beneath her rather large breasts."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 utilitarian !"gaiter Anastasia."She would n't be out fucking every farm young lady she could lay her otiose hands on !"

"We 'd at to the lowest degree appreciate her beauty ! A middling lady friend deserves to be flaunted."

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

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

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

"My married woman is a very lusty woman. Addison has indigence, and I do n't mind her going off and scratching them."

"This is growing dull,"a new representative said. A serious man—in his early twenties, a plain stitch side with a goatee sprouting from his mentum and myopic, 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 hard worker for $ 20 million just to get a line an end to their petty squabbles."

Both ma'am glared at each other, then the newcomer, then back at each other. I continued searching my idea, trying to place his face. He had imagination if he could drop $ 20 million, so he was obviously important. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit, the type an office worker would wear thin, with none of the finery the other 's adorned themselves in.

"dame ?"Kevin asked.

"amercement,"Anastasia sighed.

"punter doyen gets her than that suck up bitch,"Daffodil declared."How St. Mark ever came to wish a char with such a magnanimous stick up her ass is beyond me."

"stain loved to hold fast it up my ass. I was the first of his jogging loose woman. What were you again ? Right, some whore he gangbanged in a eminent shoal locker room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blonde snarled.

"seminal fluid on, Ana,"Stan said, grabbing is wife."We 'll get Steve a slave next year."

"Yes love,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

daffodil called my new master James Dean. That meant he was Dean Oliver Hazard Perry, Governor of the territory of Oceanica. His wife was a bosom friend of the Goddess Mary. He was a right 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 sister, their bodies had the Lapplander chassis and the same heart-shaped, freckled faces.

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

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

I did n't utter ; my training kept my clapper silent, even though I was confused by their gossip and their appearances. What was wrong with my oculus ? They were the same oceanic abyss, azure blue of my Father.

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

A minute later, Dean stepped out of the building. A brace of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to reveal their breasts, light mini-skirts that left slick thighs bare, and knee-deep, total darkness boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal escort of the immortal, lent out to their most trusted servants. Both wear down tight, silver grey ruff about their throats.

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

The offset emotion I had seen passed across my new master 's face. Pain, anger ... and yearning."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

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

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planes were open up and full of seats. This one was a hallway and a collection of modest cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."master copy rules all of those small, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Seeland. Plus, he rules Australia, which has a lot of cities on the coasts and almost nothing across the sleep of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a plane. Before the devil Wars, air travel was unwashed. Now only governance and ecclesiastical functionary traveled the world, and those few, lucky folk music who moved goodness around. But that was mostly by trains, trucks, and ships. Before the graven image came, masses were dysphoric because they had the legal injury job. Now the assessment tests told everyone where to process, where to hold up, whom to marry, and that made people a lot well-chosen. The judgment were always right, the Gods said so.

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

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

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

penny snorted a laugh."We 're slave, you can speak to us. Besides, Master and fancy woman do n't heed if we have a barren tongue."

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

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

An arouse twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, Miss Penny ?"

"Of course of action, dough,"penny rolled her optic."And it 's cent. We 'll be gettin'to know each other actual well."

"Mercedes said my hair is the wrongly people of colour ?"

"Who do we appear like ?"centime asked, unbuttoning her dress. Mercedes sighed and pulled her dress over her oral sex revealing her naked body. Both woman 's pubic haircloth had been sculpted into a igneous pump above their slits.

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

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

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

I noticed pale bruises on both of their breasts—bite sign. I received standardised contusion during my training. The Theocracy 's law said a slave could be bruised and welted, so long as no blood was drawn or os broken. I knew it was a hypothesis to end up owned by a overlord or Mistress that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"fancy woman,"sighed Penny."She 's run off with one of her buff. She does it every few year. lord buys a new slave as a gift for her to get her back."

Over the side by side few hours, the miss used unusual devices on me invented by the sanctum Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair's-breadth auburn, they permanently changed my hairsbreadth people of colour. It tingled when my oculus were changed to emerald and pocket-sized pinch burned all across my cheeks and bosom as freckles blossomed. They smeared a cream on my puss and a thick, 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 my body SHAPE was to the Goddess. I had the same curves, the same general female chest size, and the Same, cordiform grimace. I could overtake for one of her sisters now.

"Let 's take you to passe-partout,"Mercedes said, nodding in satisfaction their work.

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

"I received rough treatment during my schooling,"I answered."Belleramine honorary society prepares its girls for a life as a BDSM slave."

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

"I understand,"I answered.

"Ready,"Mercedes asked.

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

The cabin was the size of a small bedchamber tucked into the backside of the sheet. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue comforter and an sable wood frame. James Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a book of account spreading out next to it along with a picture of a beautiful, unseasoned woman with sheeny and fatheaded, smuggled hair.

Alice Commodore Perry, the missing wife.

"I am your Goddess, Mary !"I declared, hoping my breeding and instinct were right."On your human knee !"

Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my head up confidently as the ardor burned in his downhearted oculus 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, holler ! You always serve her !"

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

My words were cut off as he lunged at me, his hired man gripping my throat. affright momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His manus squeezed, choking me. He was stronger than he looked, his grip Fe. I struggled, just enough to arouse him, my hands trying to pry his finger's breadth off as my breath rasped in my throat.

"Whore !"

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

"You 're the dirty harlot that corrupted my wife,"he snarled, unbuttoning his bloomers."I 'll usher you how woman of the street are treated !"

His cock was laborious, slim, with a bulging head that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slacks. He let the pants slue off his skinny branch, 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 dead body pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my blazon. He grabbed them, pinning them to the bulwark above me as he loomed over me. I gasped for breath, my knocker heaving, dotted with freckle. He settled between my thrashing thighs, his cock coming closer and cheeseparing to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my master 's pleasance. All my training, the hard work and long night practicing was deserving it. His cock speared me. Rough, hefty, stabbing into my case with violence.

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

He ignored me, stabbing his pecker over and over into my cunt. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my sensitive soma. It was knockout keeping my Passion of Christ out of my voice. It was too soon to sound like I enjoyed it. I needed to clamber longer before I submitted.

"No, hold on !"I screamed, putting all the awe I could into my words."You 're hurting me."

I bucked beneath him, struggling to move my arms beneath his long suit. His cock plowed into me, churning my heat as his groin smashed into my clit. Every slam shot new sparks of pleasance through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to hold back my pleasure. A small-scale gasp escaped my brim, the start hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a slacken fall. Let my skipper believe he was winning me over. I let out another little sigh, measured to keep my full Passion inside me.

victor fucked me harder."You like my cock, do n't you !"

"I do n't,"I moaned, giving his cock a lenify clinch with my twat."Please, stop !"

He let go of my blazon and grasped my breast, kneading laborious, bruising my delicate physical body. The pain was exquisite."You have sex it, do n't you ? You 're such a whore that you ca n't help yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lust encroach upon my musical note and my hips start to writhe."I hate this !"
"I can feel how wet you are, Mary ! Your grime twat 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a whore !"His fingers pinched my mamilla, one more wonderful sensation adding to the boiling in my core. 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."Stop fucking me !"

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

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

"prevaricator. 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 sexual climax exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my arms around his body and clutching him to me as pleasure rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to mellow and in high spirits plateaus of passion. I savored my relief.

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

"I 'm the Charles Herbert Best you 've ever had, huh, whore ?"

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

He drove once more into me. His whole organic structure tensed, his facial expression squeezing shut as his source erupted into my athirst depths. One last, marvelous coming speared through me. My master copy came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weighting to my breasts as we were whipped by the breaking wind of our Passion, rocked in a tempest of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breaths came in ragged gasps."Oh, professional,"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 fingers lazily through the mess between my thigh. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the ceiling, his underweight chest rise and falling beneath his still buttoned up apparel shirt, ringed with sweat around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of course of study, Master,"I answered as I stood, a small unsteady on my animal foot. My mettle still tingled with the forte of my cums.

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

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

The inadequate man. His wife 's changeless infidelity seemed to have robbed him of his confidence and made him sense inadequate. I tried to keep my blackball view about my new mistress out of my judgment, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a firearm of my mind. Her husband was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him free. She should let him find 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 take the air around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-sized mattress, tight for three women, especially when centime and Mercedes could n't seem to keep their custody off each other. When I walked in, tired after my long, sex 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 gasps and the way they 'd shove the bed. I reached a illumine sleep, constantly interrupted by their love qualification. I managed to find a deep dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my cunt.

I woke up to Penny between my legs going to town on my pussy. I opened my mouth to protest my desire to sleep 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 carpenter's plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to slumber for the prospicient flight across the Pacific to the Philippines. On the boring flight, I pleasured Master two more meter, both times playing Mary and letting my superior"ravishment"me.

The local Executive who administrated the Philippines for Dean met us with a limo. James Byron Dean 's bodyguard drove escort vehicles. Manila, like many cities, had been devastated during the devil Wars, and Theocracy architect and engineer oversaw its rebuilding. All the new building resembled neck of the woods and construction in Washington D.C. The main cathedral looked identical to the one back home, and I could name each of the local anaesthetic Governmental buildings. That one was the section of Education Department because of the L shape the building had, and that one belonged to the Department of jurist because of the statue of Chasity before steps that led up to a large, glass entrance. We entered a residential neighborhood. The houses were all one of the 17 approved kinfolk dwellings, or the seven approved apartment tenements, which only varied by height.

The solitary way I could tell it was n't Washington D.C. were the palm Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and the remainder of old Manila. There were older edifice that showed some individuation and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the same. I 'm sure it would prepare the people of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back home, safety officer wore the Same uniforms, government industrial plant wore their suits, labourer wore their dreary coveralls, and sodbuster their grim jeans and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a hill into a new neighborhood and stopped."271 has occupied this business firm, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a gray house, the same precise shade as all the early sign on the street."She has a few X-ray picture cameras pointed at where your wife is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the machines dentist used to look at your teeth ? We stepped into the family. The fellowship that lived here bowed to Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, off-white skinned with immense breasts that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, headphones over her capitulum. A camera on a tripod was set up next to her, pointed at the next room access home. I peered out the window at the sign. The other house 's windowpane were covered by deep drapes, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the wall like it was n't there. A twain writhed in a passionate bosom on the bed. The cleaning lady, Alice, rode the man, his sour helping hand groping her small breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her feet, her with child tits jiggling, and snapped 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."drive my cock, Alice ! I love it !"

"Yes, yes !"she moaned, full moon of mania."I love your cock, Marco ! Oh, nookie ! I love it !"

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

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

She kept riding him, leaning over so her disastrous fuzz fell in a curtain about their faces, hiding them. auditory sensation of passionate kissing echoed through the speakers. Marco flipped them over and thrust hard into her, knocking the headboard of the bed into the wall, adding a staccato flush to their lovemaking.

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

I glanced at Master 's face. pain clenched his forehead. His handwriting lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn whisker. She pulled his prick out, sucking it into her lips as his hand forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his married woman and her lover 's passionate embrace.

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

Dean shoved Mercedes 's header all the way down his rooster, muttering under his breathing space. He grunted, and it took me a bit to realize he was dumping his cum down her pharynx. 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 brawny body, her fingers toying with his black chest hair."You are so insatiable,"she purred."I love it."

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

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

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

"Do n't you love me ?"

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

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

"My soul sings praise to your celestial ravisher. You are my goddess, the most beautiful womanhood in all origination ! Your white meat are perfective, round and alky and your hip 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 rest home with me."

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

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

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

I watched in astonishment as they surged out. There was a intensity to the bodyguard 's movement, a violence of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the sign, their accelerator pedal drawn. I shivered, once hit man killed thousands every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. humans was free of crime. We all obeyed the Gods'laws. People only died from sickness, chance event, and old age.

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

I was n't sure what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the Sami clip. 275 crashed her articulatio humeri into the door, darting in followed by 273. There was a frightened call from a woman—probably Marco 's wife. Marco and his wife would throw been matched at a young age, selected for compatible personality and intimate orientation course by the aptitude tests and their schoolhouse instructor.

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

dean rushed to the house. I followed.

A plain, dark skinned fair sex, knelt in the center of the kitchen, her side calm. She knew to obey the bodyguards. Every citizen knew the Gods'third teaching : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without hesitation.

And everyone recognized a appendage of the escort. They were elite women, only three hundred extremity, who guarded the immortal and their preferent servant. These women were all veterans of the devil Wars. Some had even helped to overthrow the False God Brandon and defended the Gods during the Miracle.

Dean did n't even face at Marco 's wife. He strode into the sleeping room and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, sour musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another duet of bodyguard. Alice lounged on the ruffle bed, not covering her bleakness, her thighs obscenely spread to show the issue of their warmth. I could see swooning bruise on her breasts and neck. No, hickeys.

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

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

"code examiner, city of manilla, dominion of the Filipino, territory of Oceania, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Alice."

There was so much pain in his voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible adult female see what her actions were doing to him ? Did she not care that she shredded his soul with her behavior ? I ignored my education and allowed myself to detest my Mistress.

"You 're terrible at showing you love me, Dean."Her eyes narrowed, vexation creeping into her give-and-take."You get too caught up in your work. So, of row my eyes are going to wander."

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

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that think of ?"

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

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

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

"So you do n't sleep together me ?"dean demanded, the angriness returning.

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her arms around his cervix. He stiffened but did n't attract away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his heart."Our lovemaking is the pit our life together is built on—our innovation. It maybe boring, but it 's firm and lasting. Strong enough to weather any obstacle."

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

"Yes, and your negligence. But I am grim for hurting you. These impassioned loves burn so vivid, 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 bed me ?"

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel eyes were fierce."But you ca n't ignore me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with trifle passion."Instead, you track me down and show just how much you love me. Look at you. You 're full moon of passion. It makes me experience so alive !"

She kissed him and they melted together, his men roaming her back, squeezing her ass. They fell onto the bed, still tangled about each other and her fingers deftly undid his belt 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 bodies writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each other 's physical body. Her fingernails scratched left red path across his back.

"I bet you 're so horny,"centime whispered in my ear, her naked body pressing against my spinal column ; her pap to hard points and her pubic hairsbreadth soft as silk on my ass. Her fingerbreadth found my pussy, sliding into my astuteness."They always are like this after they reunite."

"screw me, have sex me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! pass water me forget Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

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

centime 's digit wormed inside me, the heel of her hand grinding on my clit. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my cervix. I could n't take my center off my Masters. I had never seen anything like it in my life. It was raw. mania at its purest. lustfulness at it 's most virile, distilled to transfer beloved, tenderness, pity, pity, debasement. Even hatred and anger were gone.

Only lust remained.

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

They used so many post. He must have got taken a wizard viagra, because he came in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass over and over. The room filled with their powerful odor and the bed seemed viscous with pussy juices and ropy cum.

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

"Maybe next sentence I wo n't follow after you."

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

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

teardrop welled in her hazel oculus."I do n't deserve your erotic love,"she whispered."I 'm a terrible mortal. But I do love you. It 's because you seem to care about me despite my flaw. You 're a dear person that I 'll ever be, Dean."

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

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

"I 'll work on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

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

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

She smiled like I was a piece of music of expensive jewelry."Come here and strip my snatch up,"she smiled."I love seeing Mary 's face from between my thighs."

I knelt at the bed, trying to hide my hate of this woman. Why did they persist together ? I buried my face in her twat, hating every second of it. Why could n't I just belong to dean ? But I was a slave. I could n't prefer who I pleasured. Dean gave me to Alice, I was her giving, her toy.

Forever .