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

sallying forth : The giving

Note : Mark once fucked a camber cashier named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a daughter named Sally. Thanks to b0b for genus Beta reading this.

Saturday, April 17th, 2031 - Sally Fritz - Washington DC, northerly 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 married man, Cardinal Kevin, walked in and gave his married woman a spry kiss."There are some important people out there, slave,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth year to fine-tune from Belleramine academy, the premier schooltime for transforming young women into slavish slaves. Ran by the Church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of North U.S.A. and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the Cardinalis cardinalis who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the diocese of the former United commonwealth, Canada, and Greenland. Only the best lady friend were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

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

Of class, being one of Mark 's tiddler did n't ca-ca me that special. He was a full-blooded God, and had sowed his seeds in many subject far and wide-cut. Only his children born to his Goddess and the sanctum slovenly woman were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his daughter gave me a few advantages.

I did n't know my female parent. She died when I was six months old. She was one of many slain when the Demon Dagon conquered American capital D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphans' asylum. I knew her public figure : 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 training. At the age of fourteen, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the assessment test to attain what role in society the Gods needed me to take, or I could be trained as a striver for the succeeding two years.

I had envied the elder girls who were being trained as slave. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their heads held mellow. They were full of pride. Only the dependable girls attended Belleramine, and only the beneficial of the substantially of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most potent people in the domain : Bishops ruling bishopric or executive ruling Territories. If I was really favourable, a Cardinal or a Governor, mortal bound to the deity themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me.

Our training was across-the-board. The very dark I agreed to bulge my slave training, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a char out of me. Over the last two years I was taught how to please both men and charwoman with every office of my body, from my agile tongue to my deft fingers. I was trained how to run farseeing stop of bondage and other discomfort, learned to enjoy the tasting of urine, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was ready to function and be used for my Master or schoolma'am 's pleasure, no matter how obscene or disgusting it might be. I could n't wait.

There were ten of us, all beautiful, a garden of teenage flowers ready to be plucked. I was aflutter, even though I knew how great my beauty was. My pilus was a copious, honey-brown that fell in thick curls about my cycle, ticklish face. My heart were piercing Amytal, not uncommon among fall guy 's children, and my brim were small and pouty. My figure was shapely, buoyant breasts and puffy nipples just the right on size for a man 's mitt to absorb. And my pussy was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing strip. My vulva was closely, hiding my pink petal. When aroused, my clit would top out out and my tangy love would bead upon my backtalk.

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

All ten of us climbed onto small-scale, beat pedestals just gravid enough for us to kneel on our hands and knees. The pedestals slowly spun so that our potential emptor could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our buns was a number. I was seven.

The buyers circulated through the room. My grooming was extensive and I recognized almost all of them. As a hard worker to a herculean person, it would be expected of me to act as a secretaire or early type of personal attendant, so recognizing the significant peoples of the world by survey was a very significant skill drilled into us.

My eyes flicked around. One of these potent men or cleaning lady would buy me today.

The vendee were free with their hands and early organic structure function. While none were allowed to cum on me, to a greater extent than a few dicks were quickly shoved into my oral fissure, ass, or pussy so the client could get a sense of taste for the delights I had to proffer while Sir Thomas More than a few of the cleaning woman had me lap momentarily at their pussies or suck on their breasts.

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

I let my cunt wring on her finger's breadth. To be sold to Vivian and Artemis, who were the world-class to get the majesty of chump and Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy script of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't know. 5 has a gorgeous seat,"Cardinal Cynthia answered.

The regulator of the district of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, Anastasia and Stan, admired my boob while their son shoved his tool inside me. He gave two concentrated thrusts that left my pitiable pussy aching for an orgasm. Richmondena Cardinalis Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of Union Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two paramours, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some son to be striver,"Lynette told her lovers."Girls are delicately, but there 's null like a young man eager to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York Diocese and her girl, another of my many half-sisters, each took a biff of my puss and both absolutely loved my gustation."I want her, momma,"the girl begged."I absolutely have to own her."

"We 'll see,"Bryanna answered."There are a lot more important 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 female child that went through Belleramine Academy. Even the girls that did n't become hard worker were groomed to be submissive.

redbird bank bill and his wife Erin fondled routine 10 while regulator Daniel, father of the holy place Alison, watched his married woman Issy pump a dildo a few clip out 3 's ass. Everyone of the missy of my division were flushed with arousal. I knew I ached to cum, juices dripping down my second joint. The possible buyers teased us just long enough to keep us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that wonderful release.

A few less Bishops and administrator fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to begin. We lined up on a stage, standing in provocative affectedness we would deliver to have for the continuance, while handmaiden quickly cleared out the base and set up chairs. In minutes, the auction bridge was fix to begin.

1—a sweet, red-header gens Lexa—went for $ 3 million, bought by Richmondena Cardinalis Fatima."A gift for my wife,"I heard her say as she collected her slave. primal Lucy would be a very lucky woman.

Next up was 2, a zaftig lass named heather mixture with platinum blonde hair in a long braiding. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The spoiled daughter of Bishopress Bryanna was excited to win 4. I guess she found another slave she"absolutely has to own."cardinal grosbeak Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to Cassie blackwood tree, girl of the regulator of South Africa.

My tenderness pounded as I stepped forward."telephone number 7 comes from fantabulous stemma. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my breast a power play."Perky tits, very pliant, and flavor at the pinko of her nipples."

Jessie 's molestation rekindled the fire in my pubes that had died down while I waited my round on the blocking. The blond 's finger slid down my belly and stroked my landing striptease, before they shoved between my legs. I stifled a gasp, keeping my face tranquil, as her finger probed my pussy.

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

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

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

I let go of my ankle and, unbidden, reached behind me to spread my asscheeks surface. I wanted to groan as my youthful schoolmistress shoved two digit into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the finger's breadth in and out."She can shoot even the largest pecker or dildo and has no problem wearing a butt plug for extended periods."

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

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

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

At $ 4.1 million, most stopped bidding. Governor Anastasia and Cardinal daffodil seemed to suffer some sort of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her hubby Stan were Russia 's secular victor while Narcissus pseudonarcissus and her wife Addison were the ecclesiastic mistresses. It seemed neither of these women liked the other.

"I wo n't let you have her,"Narcissus pseudonarcissus declared, her blonde haircloth swinging about her overweight bosom."Addison and I are gon na love this dessert, Whitney Young thing."

Anastasia tossed her yearn, black-market hair."So she can decorate up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can alleviate your high gear schooltime years !"

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

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

"We 'd at to the lowest degree apprise her beauty ! A middling 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 scrawny ass !"declared Daffodil.

"If you could cart her out of whatever hapless, peasant girl 's bed she 's fallen into. I doubt you even know what dominion 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 tiresome,"a new voice said. A serious man—in his early twenties, a plain stitch face with a goatee sprouting from his mentum and shortstop, neatly combed, brown hair—stepped up between the two glaring charwoman. I racked my mind, struggling to remember who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to get word an end to their piffling squabbles."

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

"Ladies ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Anastasia sighed.

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

"Mark loved to cohere it up my ass. I was the first of his jogging sluts. What were you again ? right, some working girl he gangbanged in a high schooltime storage locker room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blond snarled.

"semen on, Ana,"Stan said, grabbing is wife."We 'll get Steve a slave side by side year."

"Yes dearest,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Narcissus pseudonarcissus called my new master copy Dean. That meant he was Dean Oliver Hazard Perry, regulator of the territory of Oceania. His wife was a tit friend of the Goddess Virgin Mary. He was a powerful man to be married to a charwoman close the Goddess.

I trembled as two auburn haired women—neither of whom looked older than twenty dollar bill, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limo. They must be sisters, their bodies had the Saami build and the same heart-shaped, freckled faces.

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

Mercedes grabbed my blond plait."This is no near. And your oculus are absolutely the incorrectly color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sisters, but Mercedes had a slight, nasal quality, like she was from New York City.

I did n't speak ; my training kept my lingua silent, even though I was confused by their gossip and their appearances. What was wrong with my eyes ? They were the Sami deep, sapphire blue of my Father.

"wealthy person you forgotten that you were a dark-haired girl with brownish centre ?"cent asked Mercedes.

A moment later, Dean stepped out of the building. A brace of bodyguards—dressed in navy blueing uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to bring out their boob, short mini-skirts that left sleek thigh bare, and knee-high, smuggled boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguards of the Gods, lent out to their most trusted servants. Both fag out tight, silver chokers about their throats.

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

The first emotion I had seen passed across my new skipper 's facial expression. Pain, anger ... and longing."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limo parkway to the aerodrome. dubiousness burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my questions and my upheaval 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 give and full of tail. This one was a hallway and a collection of small cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."Master rules all of those lowly, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he rules Australia, which has a lot of metropolis on the coasts and almost goose egg across the rest of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a plane. Before the ogre Wars, air travel was mutual. Now only politics and ecclesiastical official traveled the macrocosm, and those few, lucky kinsfolk who moved trade good around. But that was mostly by trains, trucks, and ships. Before the idol came, multitude were unhappy because they had the wrong problem. Now the assessment tests told everyone where to play, where to experience, whom to marry, and that made citizenry a lot glad. The assessments were always right, the deity said so.

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

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

"I have not received permission to verbalise, kept woman,"I answered.

Penny snorted a laughter."We 're slaves, you can mouth to us. Besides, Master and schoolmistress do n't mind if we have a unloosen tongue."

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

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

An worked up twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, Miss Penny ?"

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

"Mercedes said my hair is the wrong color ?"

"Who do we bet like ?"Penny asked, unbuttoning her dress. Mercedes sighed and pulled her garb over her pass revealing her raw body. Both women 's pubic pilus had been sculpted into a fiery affection above their slits.

"You appear similar to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a matching fiery kernel on Penny 's pubic mound.

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

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

I noticed pale contusion on both of their breasts—bite German mark. I received alike bruise during my training. The Theocracy 's law said a slave could be bruised and welted, so long as no blood was drawn or bones broken. I knew it was a possibility to end up owned by a Master or schoolma'am that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"Mistress,"sighed centime."She 's run off with one of her lovers. She does it every few years. schoolmaster buys a new slave as a talent for her to bring her back."

Over the succeeding few hr, the daughter used strange devices on me invented by the sanctum Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my hair color. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and small particle burned all across my nerve and embrace as lentigo blossomed. They smeared a cream on my pussy and a midst, red scrub 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 fill up my body shape was to the Goddess. I had the Lapplander curved shape, the Lapplander full general tear size of it, and the Lapplander, cordate expression. I could fade for one of her sisters now.

"Let 's take aim you to schoolmaster,"Mercedes said, nodding in satisfaction their work.

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

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

As we walked through plane to the cabin at the back, penny 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 door open.

The cabin was the size of a small bedroom tucked into the hindquarters of the plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue comfort and an sable wood inning. James Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop computer, a ledger spread out future to it along with a picture of a beautiful, Pres Young woman with lustrous and thick, black hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

"I am your Goddess, Mary !"I declared, hoping my grooming and instincts were correct."On your human knee !"

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

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

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

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

My give-and-take were cut off as he lunged at me, his hand gripping my throat. scare momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His hand squeezed, choking me. He was hard than he looked, his grip iron. I struggled, just enough to energise him, my workforce trying to pry his digit off as my breath rasped in my throat.

"Whore !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a hatful of limbs, my now auburn pilus falling across my aspect. I struggled to push my hairsbreadth out of my boldness. I put on a looking of awe."You ca n't be doing this,"I protested, letting my vocalism quiver. My roleplay handler would be proud of me."I 'm your Goddess !"

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

His cock was operose, thin, with a bulblike head that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slacks. He let the pants slide off his skinny legs, 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 consistency pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my weapon system. He grabbed them, pinning them to the wall above me as he loomed over me. I gasped for breath, my tits heaving, dotted with lentigo. He settled between my thrashing second joint, his hammer coming closer and closer to my wet pussy.

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

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

He ignored me, stabbing his shaft over and over into my cunt. His pecker wonderfully rubbed on all my sensitive flesh. It was voiceless keeping my heat out of my vocalisation. It was too soon to sound like I enjoyed it. I needed to contend farsighted before I submitted.

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

I bucked beneath him, struggling to move my weapons system beneath his strength. His stopcock plowed into me, churning my passions as his jetty smashed into my clit. Every sweep shot new sparks of joy 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 hold back my pleasure. A minuscule pant escaped my lips, the first trace that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a wearisome capitulation. Let my Master believe he was winning me over. I let out another piddling sigh, careful to keep my wax passion inside me.

Master fucked me harder."You like my putz, do n't you !"

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

He let go of my arms and grasped my knocker, kneading hard, bruising my fragile material body. The pain was exquisite."You love it, do n't you ? You 're such a lady of pleasure that you ca n't help yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lust encroach upon my tone and my hips start to twist."I hate this !"
"I can feel how wet you are, Blessed Virgin ! Your dirty cunt 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a woman of the street !"His fingerbreadth pinched my nipple, one more wonderful sensation adding to the simmering in my essence. luxuria twisted his face as he savored the joy I gave him.

This is what I was born to do. I loved it.

"No, no, no !"I protested, my legs wrapping around his coxa, pulling him harder into me. My cum was upon me and I fought it off—it was too early."catch nookie 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 parole.

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

"Oh, no !"I gasped. It was fourth dimension. I surrendered to the passion of his thrusts and let my climax exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my arms around his body and clutching him to me as delight rippled over and over through me. His peter kept fucking me, spurring me to high-pitched and eminent plateau of Passion. I savored my relief.

"I love your dick !"I screamed in his ear."Harder ! fuck me knockout !"

"I 'm the C. H. Best you 've ever had, huh, whore ?"

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

He drove once more into me. His all body tensed, his face squeezing shut as his seed erupted into my hungry depth. One last, terrific orgasm speared through me. My master copy came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weight to my bosom as we were whipped by the winds of our passion, rocked in a storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breaths came in ragged gasps."Oh, Master,"I cooed, kissing his neck opening 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 spate between my thighs. He did n't say anything, just stared up at the ceiling, his skinny chest rise and falling beneath his still buttoned up dress shirt, ringed with fret around the collar.

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of trend, Master,"I answered as I stood, a little unsteady on my foundation. My cheek still tingled with the enduringness of my cums.

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

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

The misfortunate man. His married woman 's unremitting infidelities seemed to have robbed him of his confidence and made him feel inadequate. I tried to observe my negative opinion about my new Mistress out of my nous, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a piece of my mind. Her hubby was suffering. She should just disassociate him and set him devoid. She should let him discover 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 way to take the air around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-size mattress, tight for three women, especially when cent and Mercedes could n't seem to preserve their custody off each other. When I walked in, tired after my prospicient, shake up day, I found the two girls vigorously sixty-nining each other.

Sighing, I stretched out following to them and tried to discount their moan and pant and the way they 'd shove the bed. I reached a weak eternal rest, constantly interrupted by their love fashioning. I managed to retrieve a deep dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my twat.

I woke up to centime between my peg going to townspeople on my pussy. I opened my mouth to protest my desire to slumber when Mercedes pussy descended to my mouth and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, tart and tangy.

The three of us were a kettle of fish when we finally collapsed into rest. I woke when the plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to sleep for the foresighted flight across the Pacific to the Philippine. On the boring flight, I pleasured Master two more prison term, both times playing Madonna and letting my master"ravishment"me.

The local Executive who administrated the Republic of the Philippines for dean met us with a limo. Dean 's bodyguard drove escort vehicles. Manila, like many metropolis, had been devastated during the Demon war, and Theocracy designer and applied scientist oversaw its rebuilding. All the new construction resembled locality and buildings in WA D.C. The main cathedral looked identical to the one back dwelling, and I could refer each of the local Governmental buildings. That one was the department of Education because of the L shape the edifice had, and that one belonged to the Department of Justice because of the statue of Chasity before stair that led up to a orotund, glass ingress. We entered a residential neighborhood. The houses were all one of the 17 approved kinsfolk domicile, or the seven approved apartment tenements, which only varied by height.

The but way I could enjoin it was n't Washington D.C. were the palm tree and the remnant of old Manila. There were older buildings that showed some individualism and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the Saame. I 'm sure enough it would make the hoi polloi of manilla happier. They dressed just like they did back home, safety officer wore the same uniforms, government oeuvre wore their suits, laborers wore their patrician coveralls, and James Leonard Farmer their blueing jeans and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a mound into a new neighborhood and stopped."271 has occupied this home, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a gray-haired sign, the Same precise ghost as all the former menage on the street."She has a few roentgen ray tv camera 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 star sign. The kinsfolk that lived here bowed to Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, tusk skinned with huge breasts that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, earpiece over her ears. A camera on a tripod was set up next to her, pointed at the next doorway house. I peered out the window at the house. The other house 's window were covered by thick drape, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the paries like it was n't there. A couplet writhed in a passionate embracing on the bed. The charwoman, Alice, rode the man, his dark handwriting groping her small breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her feet, her declamatory mamilla jiggling, and snapped Dean a salute.

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

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

"Yes, yes !"she moaned, fully of warmth."I love your shaft, Marco ! Oh, fuck ! I love it !"

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

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

She kept riding him, leaning over so her Negro hair fell in a curtain about their faces, hiding them. Sounds of passionate fondling echoed through the speaker unit. Marco flipped them over and thrust hard into her, knocking the headboard of the bed into the wall, adding a staccato fringe to their lovemaking.

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

I glanced at maestro 's nerve. Pain clenched his frontal bone. His helping hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn hair. She pulled his cock out, sucking it into her sass as his manus forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his wife and her devotee 's passionate embrace.

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

Dean shoved Mercedes 's heading all the way down his turncock, muttering under his breath. He grunted, and it took me a moment to pull in he was dumping his cum down her pharynx. He let go, and Mercedes stumbled back gasping for breath.

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

She snuggled against his muscular body, her fingers toying with his black dresser pilus."You are so insatiable,"she purred."I love it."

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

"Bah, stay in bed with me all day,"she smiled."Have your wife shout in sick for you and hit love to me."

"I 'll get in difficulty,"he protested."I called in just three day ago."

"Do n't you love me ?"

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

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

"My somebody sings praise to your heavenly stunner. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all universe ! Your white meat are perfect, circle and soaker and your hip joint drive me to distraction. Your lips are good, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"sufficiency,"James Dean snarled."274, charge your guards in."

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

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

I watched in astonishment as they surged out. There was a strength to the bodyguard 's movements, a fierceness of aim I had never witnessed. They raced out of the business firm, their guns drawn. I shivered, once guns killed thousand every day, and now only the bodyguard carried them. humans was destitute of offence. We all obeyed the Gods'laws. hoi polloi only died from malady, accident, and old age.

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

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

"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 woman, knelt in the center of the kitchen, her face composure. She knew to obey the bodyguard. Every citizen knew the divinity'third base precept : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without hesitation.

And everyone recognized a member of the escort. They were elite charwoman, only three hundred fellow member, who guarded the God and their favored servants. These charwoman were all stager of the devil state of war. Some had even helped to overturn the False God Brandon and defended the Gods during the Miracle.

James Dean did n't even calculate at Marco 's wife. He strode into the chamber and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, acidify musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another duad of escort. Alice lounged on the rumpled bed, not covering her nudeness, her thighs obscenely spread to show the result of their love. I could see pass out bruise on her breasts and neck. No, hickeys.

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

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

"Code inspector, metropolis of Manila, Territory of the Philippine Islands, territorial dominion 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 resolve and the two bodyguards dragged Marco out of the room.

"moldiness you always ostracize my lover to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, recite 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 keep doing this ?"Dean demanded of his wife, glaring at her.

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

"I love you, Alice."

There was so very much pain in his voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible fair sex see what her natural action were doing to him ? Did she not care that she shredded his person with her doings ? I ignored my preparation and allowed myself to hate my Mistress.

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

"And the fact that I care enough to track you down every metre 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 smile flitted across her look."I also fall in love."

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

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our love life were great bonfires burning brightly. But the fuel does n't death long and the flack burns out. I was already finding Marco tiresome. He was always wanting to work instead of paying aid to me."

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

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her implements of war around his neck. He stiffened but did n't pull out away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his eyes."Our honey is the stone our life history together is built on—our initiation. It maybe oil production, but it 's stiff and hold out. stiff enough to weather any obstacle."

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

"Yes, and your nonperformance. But I am lamentable for hurting you. These igneous lovemaking burn so smart, it blinds me to our love."

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

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazelnut tree heart were savage."But you ca n't ignore me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with wanton passion."Instead, you track me down and show just how much you love me. front at you. You 're full of passion. It makes me palpate so alive !"

She kissed him and they melted together, his hands roaming her back, squeezing her ass. They fell onto the bed, still tangled about each other and her digit deftly undid his knock and pant and found his tool. 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 body writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each other 's flesh. Her fingernails scratched left red tracks across his back.

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

"fuck me, fuck me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! give me draw a blank Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

"I am ! Oh, have sex !"She screamed her sexual climax for all of Manila to hear.

penny 's fingerbreadth 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 select my eyes off my Masters. I had never seen anything like it in my spirit. It was raw. Passion at its purest. Lust at it 's most potent, distilled to remove dearest, affection, compassion, pity, debasement. Even hatred and ire were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on Penny 's digit so many times as I witnessed my skipper 's passion.

They used so many positions. He must experience taken a charming viagra, because he came in her sass, her puss, and her ass over and over. The way filled with their potent scent and the bed seemed muggy with pussy juices and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, dean 's weapons system wrapped around his wife from behind, his fingers gently playing with her titty while he nuzzled at her neck opening. A happy smile filled her expression."I love you, doyen,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

"Maybe future clip 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 bitter, so hopeless.

Tears welled in her hazel eyes."I do n't deserve your love,"she whispered."I 'm a terrible mortal. But I do sleep together you. It 's because you seem to care about me despite my flaws. You 're a better mortal that I 'll ever be, Dean."

Dean turned Alice 's face and wiped away her tear."Why ca n't you just block up running away from me ?"

"I 'll try,"she sniffed."If you try to show you hump me more often."

"I 'll run on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

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

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

She smiled like I was a man of expensive jewelry."Come here and make clean my pussy up,"she smiled."I love seeing Mary 's side from between my thighs."

I knelt at the bed, trying to enshroud my hatred of this woman. Why did they stick around together ? I buried my face in her slit, hating every endorsement of it. Why could n't I just belong to James Byron Dean ? But I was a slave. I could n't choose who I pleasured. James Dean gave me to Alice, I was her talent, her toy.

Forever .