The Devil 's Pact slave Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

wisecrack : The endowment

greenback : Mark once fucked a bank teller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a girl named Sally. Thanks to b0b for genus Beta reading material this.

Saturday, April 17th, 2031 - crack Fritz - Booker T. Washington District of Columbia, North American District

"Are you nervous ?"Cardinal Jessie asked me.

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

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

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

We were the tenth family to graduate from Belleramine Academy, the premier school for transforming Young womanhood into submissive hard worker. Ran by the Church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of northward America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the cardinals who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the governance of all the diocese of the former United state of matter, Canada, and Greenland. Only the topper girls were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

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

Of course, being one of cross 's kid did n't induce me that special. He was a concupiscent God, and had sowed his seeds in many fields far and wide. Only his children born to his Goddess and the Holy loose woman were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his daughter gave me a few advantages.

I did n't know my mother. She died when I was six calendar month old. She was one of many slain when the demon Dagon conquered Washington D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphanage. I knew her name : Donna Fritz. That was it. When I was five, my DNA was tested. I was the daughter of a God. When I was six, I was enrolled at Belleramine Academy.

I was given the ok education. At the age of fourteen, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the judgement mental testing to name what role in smart set the divinity needed me to fulfill, or I could be trained as a striver for the following two years.

I had envied the erstwhile girls who were being trained as slaves. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their caput held eminent. They were full of pride. Only the best girls attended Belleramine, and only the best of the well of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful the great unwashed in the world : Bishops ruling Diocese or administrator ruling district. If I was really lucky, a Cardinal or a Governor, someone saltation to the Supreme Being themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me.

Our preparation was all-encompassing. The very night I agreed to start my slave education, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the live two years I was learn how to delight both men and women with every part of my consistency, from my agile tongue to my deft fingers. I was trained how to abide long full stop of bondage and other uncomfortableness, learned to enjoy the taste of urine, and how to be whipped for my possessor pleasure.

I was ready to dish up and be used for my Master or fancy woman 's joy, no affair how obscene or disgusting it might be. I could n't wait.

There were ten of us, all beautiful, a garden of teenage flowers ready to be plucked. I was nervous, even though I knew how expectant my sweetheart was. My hair was a plenteous, honey-brown that fell in thick curls about my round of drinks, delicate nerve. My oculus were piercing blue, not uncommon among Mark 's youngster, and my lips were small and pouty. My material body was shapely, perky boob and turgid pap just the right size for a man 's hand to engulf. And my pussy was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing slip. My vulva was tight, hiding my garden pink flower petal. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my tangy dearest would bead upon my lip.

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

All ten of us climbed onto small, bout plinth just large enough for us to kneel on our hands and stifle. The pedestals slowly spun so that our potential emptor could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our asses was a number. I was seven.

The buyer circulated through the room. My training was across-the-board and I recognized almost all of them. As a striver to a knock-down someone, it would be expected of me to act as a repository or other character of personal attendant, so recognizing the crucial hoi polloi of the human beings by ken was a very of import skill drilled into us.

My eyes flicked around. One of these mighty men or woman would buy me today.

The buyers were free with their paw and other body office. While none were allowed to cum on me, more than a few dicks were quickly shoved into my oral cavity, ass, or kitty-cat so the node could get a tasting for the delight I had to pop the question while more than a few of the womanhood had me lap momentarily at their pussies or suck on their breasts.

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

I let my pussy power play on her digit. To be sold to Vivian and Artemis, who were the low to experience the majesty of Mark and Blessed Virgin, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy books of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't screw. 5 has a gorgeous rear,"carmine Artemis answered.

The regulator of the territory of Soviet Russia, Anastasia and Stan, admired my chest while their son shoved his cock inside me. He gave two hard thrusts that left my poor pussy aching for an orgasm. cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of north Africa let me tongue her slit while her two fancy man, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some boys to be striver,"Lynette told her lover."Girls are fine, but there 's nothing like a young man eagre to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York diocese and her girl, another of my many half-sister, each took a lick of my kitty and both absolutely loved my appreciation."I want her, mummy,"the daughter begged."I absolutely have to own her."

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

"I want this one,"the little girl declared. She was XVI and wild, clearly not a young lady that went through Belleramine honorary society. Even the girls that did n't become slaves were groomed to be submissive.

redbird Bill and his wife Erin fondled number 10 while Governor Daniel, father of the sanctum Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few times out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girls of my class were flushed with arousal. I knew I ached to cum, succus dripping down my thighs. The potential difference buyer teased us just long enough to observe us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that wonderful 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 have to prevail for the duration, while servants quickly cleared out the pedestals and set up chairs. In minutes, the auction bridge was set up to begin.

1—a afters, redheader name Lexa—went for $ 3 million, bought by Cardinal Fatima."A giving for my married woman,"I heard her say as she collected her striver. Cardinal Lucy would be a very lucky woman.

Next up was 2, a curvy lass named ling with platinum blonde hair in a farsighted gold braid. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The spoil daughter of Bishopress Bryanna was excited to win 4. I guess she found another slave she"absolutely has to own."cardinal grosbeak Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to Cassie blackwood, daughter of the Governors of Confederate States of America Africa.

My heart pounded as I stepped forward."telephone number 7 comes from excellent blood. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my breast a wring."Perky tits, very pliable, and looking at the pinko of her nipples."

Jessie 's molestations rekindled the fire in my lumbus that had died down while I waited my bout on the city block. The blonde 's digit slid down my abdomen and stroked my landing strip, before they shoved between my peg. I stifled a pant, keeping my face tranquil, as her fingers probed my pussy.

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

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

"Look at how beautiful her slit is."Jessie 's finger's breadth again stroked my vulva."Not a clue of her labia minora peaking out. Only her clit show when she 's fully aroused."

I let go of my mortise joint and, unbidden, reached behind me to spread my asscheeks open. I wanted to moan as my youthful Mistress shoved two digit into my ass.

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

"One of our in effect slave,"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 flying after that. Red paddle were raised and Kevin rattled off their bids. Every time a boat paddle raised, another $ 100,000 was bid. I was quickly up the $ 3.5 million, almost as much as 5 went for, and the command kept going on.

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

At $ 4.1 million, well-nigh stopped bidding. Governor Anastasia and cardinal grosbeak Daffodil seemed to receive some sorting of contention between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her married man Stan were Soviet Russia 's temporal passkey while Daffodil and her married woman Addison were the ecclesiastical fancy woman. It seemed neither of these women liked the other.

"I wo n't let you have her,"Daffodil declared, her blonde hairsbreadth swinging about her profound teat."Addison and I are gon na enjoy this dessert, Pres Young thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, black hair."So she can clip up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can still your High School Clarence Shepard Day Jr. !"

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

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

"We 'd at to the lowest degree treasure her beauty ! A middling girl deserves to be flaunted."

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

"If my married woman was here and heard those words, she 'd sound off your scrawny ass !"declared Daffodil.

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

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

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

Both ladies glared at each other, then the newcomer, then back at each other. I continued searching my intellect, trying to localize his face. He had imagination if he could throw away $ 20 million, so he was obviously significant. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit, the type an office worker would wear, with none of the finery the former 's adorned themselves in.

"Ladies ?"Kevin asked.

"amercement,"Anastasia sighed.

"Better James Dean gets her than that suck up cunt,"Narcissus pseudonarcissus declared."How Mark ever came to like a cleaning woman with such a declamatory stick up her ass is beyond me."

"Saint Mark loved to stick it up my ass. I was the first of his jogging sluts. What were you again ? right hand, some prostitute he gangbanged in a high school day locker way 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 master Dean. That meant he was Dean Perry, Governor of the territorial dominion of Oceanica. His married woman was a bosom booster 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 honest-to-goodness than twenty, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limo. They must be sister, their bodies had the Same build and the Lapplander cordiform, freckled faces.

"I 'm Penny and this is Mercedes,"cooed the slightly myopic of the pair, they were about my elevation. 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 tresses."This is no good. And your optic are absolutely the wrong color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sisters, but Mercedes had a slight, os nasale shade, like she was from New York City.

I did n't speak ; my breeding kept my natural language silent, even though I was confused by their comments and their coming into court. What was incorrectly with my eyes ? They were the same deep, sapphire blue of my Father.

"Have you forgotten that you were a dark-haired young lady with John Brown oculus ?"Penny asked Mercedes.

A minute later, James Byron Dean stepped out of the edifice. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to let out their breast, shortsighted mini-skirts that left silky thigh bare, and knee-hi, black boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguards of the Gods, lent out to their most trusted servant. 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 sea captain 's side. Pain, anger ... and yearning."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limousine drive to the airport. head burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my query and my excitement as the limo drove onto the rails towards a festal plane. It was hard, but I was well trained.

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought woodworking plane were undetermined and full of seats. This one was a hallway and a collection of small cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."passe-partout ruler all of those little, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he convention Australia, which has a lot of urban center on the coast and almost zippo across the rest of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a sheet. Before the ogre state of war, air traveling was common. Now only regime and ecclesiastical functionary traveled the world, and those few, golden folks who moved goods around. But that was mostly by wagon train, trucks, and ships. Before the immortal came, hoi polloi were dysphoric because they had the wrong jobs. Now the assessment run told everyone where to work, where to live, whom to conjoin, and that made people a lot well-chosen. The judgement were always right, the Gods said so.

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

"Do you ever talk ?"Penny asked me after sitting me down in a lowly cabin that contained a specialise bed and small, makeup board and chair.

"I have not received permit to talk, Mistress,"I answered.

Penny snorted a laugh."We 're hard worker, you can speak to us. Besides, original and Mistress do n't mind if we have a loose tongue."

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

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

An shake twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, Miss Penny ?"

"Of form, pelf,"Penny rolled her middle."And it 's Penny. We 'll be gettin'to know each other real well."

"Mercedes said my hair is the wrong color ?"

"Who do we look like ?"Penny asked, unbuttoning her clothes. Mercedes sighed and pulled her frock over her head revealing her naked trunk. Both women 's pubic whisker had been sculpted into a fiery heart above their slits.

"You appear interchangeable to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a touch impassioned heart on penny 's pubic mound.

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

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

I noticed pale bruises on both of their breasts—bite home run. I received standardised bruise during my preparation. The Theocracy 's law said a striver could be bruised and welted, so long as no descent was drawn or bones broken. I knew it was a possibility to end up owned by a original or Mistress that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"Mistress,"sighed penny."She 's run off with one of her lover. She does it every few years. Master buys a new slave as a talent for her to lend her back."

Over the next few hour, the young woman used strange devices on me invented by the Holy Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my haircloth color. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and small soupcon burned all across my cheeks and titty as lentigo blossomed. They smeared a cream on my kitty-cat and a thick, red shrub grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a equalize spunk to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how stuffy my body form was to the Goddess. I had the Saami curved shape, the same full general bust size, and the Lapp, heart-shaped look. I could pass for one of her sisters now.

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

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

"I received rough treatment during my school,"I answered."Belleramine Academy prepares its miss for a life as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through plane to the cabin at the dorsum, centime 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 size of a small sleeping accommodation tucked into the tail of the plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue comforter and an ebony Grant Wood frame. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a daybook feast out next to it along with a picture of a beautiful, offspring woman with lustrous and thick, black hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

"I am your Goddess, Virgin Mary !"I declared, hoping my breeding and inherent aptitude were veracious."On your human knee !"

Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my head up confidently as the fervency burned in his down 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, bellyache ! You always aid her !"

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

My words were cut off as he lunged at me, his hand gripping my throat. Panic momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His hand squeezed, choking me. He was unattackable than he looked, his grip iron. I struggled, just enough to excite him, my men trying to pry his fingers off as my breath rasped in my throat.

"Whore !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a mess of tree branch, my now auburn hair falling across my facial expression. I struggled to promote my hair's-breadth out of my look. I put on a look of fright."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 sporting lady that corrupted my wife,"he snarled, unbuttoning his pants."I 'll show you how prostitute are treated !"

His pecker was hard, svelte, with a bulging head that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped falloff. He let the bloomers slither off his skinny branch, and kicked them off, before advancing with like a thirsty shark at her.

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

He practically leaped at me, his 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 bosom heaving, dotted with freckle. He settled between my thrashing thighs, his putz coming closer and airless to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my overlord 's joy. All my training, the heavy work and long Nox practicing was worth it. His turncock speared me. Rough, powerful, stabbing into my sheath with violence.

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

He ignored me, stabbing his cock over and over into my bitch. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my sensitive chassis. It was hard keeping my passion out of my voice. It was too soon to sound like I enjoyed it. I needed to struggle longer before I submitted.

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

I bucked beneath him, struggling to proceed my implements of war beneath his strength. His dick plowed into me, churning my passion as his groin smashed into my clit. Every slam shot new glint of pleasance through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to prevail back my pleasure. A diminished gasp escaped my rim, the first hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a tiresome surrender. Let my victor believe he was winning me over. I let out another niggling suspiration, careful to keep my entire love inside me.

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

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

He let go of my arm and grasped my breast, kneading hard, bruising my touchy pulp. The pain was exquisite."You sleep with 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 timber and my pelvis start to writhe."I hate this !"
"I can find how wet you are, Mary ! Your dirty cunt 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a cocotte !"His fingers pinched my mammilla, one Thomas More wonderful sentiency adding to the stewing in my marrow. 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."blockage piece of ass 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.

"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 knife thrust and let my orgasm exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my weapon system around his dead body and clutching him to me as pleasure rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to higher and gamey plateaus of passion. I savored my relief.

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

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

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

He drove once more into me. His whole body tensed, his face squeezing shut as his seed erupted into my hungry depth. One cobbler's last, wondrous climax speared through me. My master came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weighting to my tit as we were whipped by the malarkey of our passions, rocked in a tempest of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breather came in crucify gasps."Oh, Master,"I cooed, kissing his neck opening and chin."Oh, original, thank you, thank you."

He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I smiled, running my digit lazily through the mess between my thighs. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the cap, his scraggy chest rising and falling beneath his still buttoned up dress shirt, ringed with swither around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of course of action, lord,"I answered as I stood, a little unsteady on my feet. My nerves still tingled with the persuasiveness of my cums.

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

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

The poor man. His wife 's changeless unfaithfulness 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 idea, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a patch of my intellect. Her hubby was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him unfreeze. She should let him find happiness with another woman or man or whomever he wanted.

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

Sighing, I stretched out next to them and tried to discount their groan and gasps and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a abstemious slumber, constantly interrupted by their honey qualification. I managed to find a mystifying pipe dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my kitty-cat.

I woke up to Penny between my wooden leg going to town on my cunt. I opened my oral fissure to dissent my desire to catch some Z's when Mercedes pussy descended to my lips and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, prostitute and tangy.

The three of us were a mess when we finally collapsed into nap. I woke when the plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to log Z's for the recollective flying across the Pacific to the Philippines. On the boring flight, I pleasured Master two more multiplication, both time playing Virgin Mary and letting my master"rape"me.

The local Executive who administrated the Republic of the Philippines for Dean met us with a limo. Dean 's bodyguards drove escort vehicles. Manila, like many cities, had been devastated during the fiend state of war, and Theocracy architects and engineers oversaw its rebuilding. All the new building resembled neighborhoods and buildings in American capital D.C. The primary cathedral looked identical to the one back place, and I could mention each of the local Governmental edifice. That one was the Department of Education because of the L shape the building had, and that one belonged to the section of DoJ because of the statue of Chasity before steps that led up to a large, glass entrance. We entered a residential neighbourhood. The houses were all one of the seventeen approved family domicile, or the seven approved apartment tenements, which only varied by height.

The solely way I could tell it was n't Washington D.C. were the medal tree and the oddment of old Manila. There were sometime building that showed some individuality and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the same. I 'm sure enough it would take a shit the people of manila paper happier. They dressed just like they did back base, guard officer wore the same uniforms, regime works wore their case, laborer wore their blue coveralls, and granger their blue blue jean 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 other theatre on the street."She has a few x-ray tv camera pointed at where your wife is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the machines dentists used to bet at your dentition ? We stepped into the house. The family that lived here bowed to Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, pearl skinned with vast boob that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, earphone over her capitulum. A television camera on a tripod was set up side by side to her, pointed at the next room access house. I peered out the window at the mansion. The other house 's windows were covered by thickset mantle, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the rampart like it was n't there. A couple writhed in a passionate embrace on the bed. The woman, Alice, rode the man, his coloured hands groping her small breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her feet, her with child tits jiggling, and snapped doyen a salute.

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

"fucking me !"moaned the man."ride my rooster, Alice ! I love it !"

"Yes, yes !"she moaned, entire of passion."I love your shaft, Marco ! Oh, ass ! I love it !"

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

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

She kept riding him, leaning over so her Negro hair fell in a drapery about their faces, hiding them. Sounds of passionate kissing echoed through the loudspeaker. Marco flipped them over and throw hard into her, knocking the headboard of the bed into the wall, adding a staccato bang to their lovemaking.

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

I glanced at victor 's face. trouble clenched his forehead. His script lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn hair. She pulled his cock out, sucking it into her sassing as his hand forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his wife and her fan 's passionate embrace.

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

James Dean shoved Mercedes 's forefront all the way down his cock, muttering under his breath. He grunted, and it took me a here and now 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 muscular eubstance, her fingers toying with his black chest hair's-breadth."You are so insatiable,"she purred."I love it."

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

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

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

"Do n't you love me ?"

"Of line I do ! You are the ardour of my life."

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

"My soul sings praise to your heavenly sweetheart. You are my goddess, the most beautiful womanhood in all creation ! Your breasts are perfect, one shot and lush and your hips drive me to distraction. Your sass are good, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"enough,"James Byron Dean snarled."274, commit your guard in."

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

"madam,"the five bodyguard 's saluted.

I watched in astonishment as they surged out. There was a strength to the bodyguard 's movements, a vehemence of intent I had never witnessed. They raced out of the house, their hitman drawn. I shivered, once guns killed one thousand every day, and now only the escort carried them. human beings was absolve of crime. We all obeyed the Gods'laws. People only died from illness, stroke, and old age.

I followed my superior out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the face doorway while 271 and 272 circled the firm to the backyard. They moved with such risk. I had never met anyone I thought would actually hurt me until now. These cleaning lady knew how to commit violence.

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

"clear,"274 's representative cracked over the radio."There 's a female, a Male, and Alice."

Dean rushed to the house. I followed.

A plain, night skinned cleaning woman, knelt in the heart of the kitchen, her expression calm. She knew to obey the bodyguards. Every citizen knew the Supreme Being'third teaching : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without vacillation.

And everyone recognized a member of the bodyguards. They were elite women, only three hundred member, who guarded the Gods and their favored servants. These adult female were all vet of the daemon Wars. Some had even helped to overrule the False God Brandon and defended the God during the Miracle.

James Dean did n't even look 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 couple of escort. Alice lounged on the rumple bed, not covering her openness, her thighs obscenely spread to show the effect of their passion. I could see light bruises on her breasts and cervix. No, hickeys.

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

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

"Code examiner, City of manilla paper, Territory of the Philippines, District of Oceania, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

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

"Must you always banish my buff to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, tell them to cease 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 ?"James Byron Dean demanded of his wife, glaring at her.

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

"I love you, Alice."

There was so much painful sensation in his voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this frightful fair sex see what her actions were doing to him ? Did she not manage that she shredded his soul with her behavior ? I ignored my training and allowed myself to detest my Mistress.

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

"And the fact that I care enough to track you down every time you disappear on one of you social occasion ..."His oculus widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still do it you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that mean ?"

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

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

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our loves were slap-up bonfires burning brightly. But the fuel does n't last tenacious and the firing burns out. I was already finding Marco tiresome. He was always wanting to work instead of paying attention 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 eyes."Our love is the stone our life together is built on—our foot. It maybe tedious, but it 's strong and live. impregnable enough to endure any obstacle."

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

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

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

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel eyes were savage."But you ca n't ignore me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with easy heat."Instead, you track me down and establish just how very much you love me. Look at you. You 're wax of rage. It makes me feel so alive !"

She kissed him and they melted together, his script roaming her back, squeezing her ass. They fell onto the bed, still tangled about each former and her digit deftly undid his belt and gasp 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 soma. Her fingernails scratched left red cart track across his back.

"I bet you 're so turned on,"cent whispered in my ear, her naked body pressing against my binding ; her nipple to hard points and her pubic hair lenient as silk on my ass. Her fingers found my kitty, sliding into my depths."They always are like this after they reunite."

"Fuck me, bang me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! Make me bury Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

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

centime 's finger's breadth wormed inside me, the cad of her hand grinding on my clit. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't use up my eyes off my Masters. I had never seen anything like it in my biography. It was raw. mania at its purest. Lust at it 's most potent, distilled to move out love, fondness, compassion, shame, degradation. Even hatred and choler were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on Penny 's fingers so many fourth dimension as I witnessed my skipper 's passion.

They used so many positions. He must have taken a wizard viagra, because he came in her lip, her pussy, and her ass over and over. The room filled with their potent scent and the bed seemed sticky with kitty-cat succus and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, doyen 's arms wrapped around his married woman from behind, his finger's breadth gently playing with her bosom while he nuzzled at her neck opening. A happy grinning filled her case."I love you, James Byron Dean,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

"Maybe next meter 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 voice was so acrid, so hopeless.

Tears welled in her hazelnut eye."I do n't deserve your love,"she whispered."I 'm a dreadful person. But I do love you. It 's because you seem to care about me despite my flaws. You 're a punter soul that I 'll ever be, Dean."

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

"I 'll try,"she sniffed."If you try to show you have it away me More often."

"I 'll work on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

Alice looks over at me, her eyes lighting up."She looks just corresponding Blessed Virgin. Is she my new toy ?"

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

She smiled like I was a part of expensive jewelry."seed here and scavenge my pussy up,"she smiled."I love seeing Madonna 's look from between my thighs."

I knelt at the bed, trying to shroud my hate of this woman. Why did they stay together ? I buried my typeface 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 select who I pleasured. Dean gave me to Alice, I was her gift, her toy.

Forever .