The Satan 's Pact striver Chronicles
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sally : The Gift

billet : Mark once fucked a bank vote counter 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., Frederick North American territorial dominion

"Are you flighty ?"redbird Jessie asked me.

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

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

Her hubby, Cardinalis cardinalis Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a quick kiss."There are some important people out there, slaves,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the ten percent class to graduate from Belleramine academy, the PM school for transforming youth woman into submissive slave. Ran by the church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of North America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the cardinal grosbeak who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the diocese of the former United States, Canada, and Greenland. Only the best little girl were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

It was because of my father that I was here—Mark Glassner. The life God and protector of humanity. The daemon Slayer.

Of course, being one of marking 's tike did n't lay down 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 sanctum jade were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his daughter gave me a few advantages.

I did n't bonk my mother. She died when I was six calendar month old. She was one of many slain when the Demon Dagon conquered capital of the United States 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 finest education. At the age of fourteen, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the assessment test to see what role in order the divinity needed me to sate, or I could be trained as a slave for the side by side two years.

I had envied the older missy who were being trained as striver. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their mind held senior high school. They were full of pride. Only the best girls attended Belleramine, and only the best of the easily of those were given the chance to be a striver. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful people in the world : Bishops ruling episcopate or executive director ruling Territories. If I was really favourable, a Cardinal or a governor, someone bound to the Gods themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me.

Our training was extended. The very Night I agreed to take up my slave breeding, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the utmost two years I was taught how to please both men and women with every component part of my body, from my agile glossa to my deft fingers. I was trained how to go long menstruum of thralldom and other discomfort, learned to bask the taste of water, and how to be whipped for my owners pleasure.

I was ready to process and be used for my Master or Mistress '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 peak ready to be plucked. I was aflutter, even though I knew how great my dish was. My hair was a rich, honey-brown that fell in thick curls about my unit of ammunition, delicate nerve. My eyes were piercing wild blue yonder, not uncommon among Mark 's children, and my lips were low and pouty. My figure was shapely, perky breasts and puffy teat just the right-hand size for a man 's hand to engulf. And my pussy was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing strip. My vulva was tight, hiding my garden pink petals. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my sourish honey would bead upon my mouth.

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

All ten of us climbed onto small, attack pedestals just bombastic enough for us to kneel on our mitt and knee joint. The pedestals slowly spun so that our potential buyers could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our bottom was a act. I was seven.

The buyers circulated through the room. My training was extended and I recognized almost all of them. As a slave to a powerful person, it would be expected of me to act as a secretaire or other type of personal concomitant, so recognizing the important peoples of the world by flock was a very important attainment drilled into us.

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

The buyers were barren with their hands and former eubstance parts. While none were allowed to cum on me, more than a few cock were quickly shoved into my mouth, ass, or cunt so the client could get a taste for the delights I had to tender while More than a few of the women had me lap momentarily at their kitty or suck on their breasts.

"Is n't she a mantrap, Sin,"purred Cardinal Vivian, her finger probing my pussy."Nice and tight."

I let my bitch squeezing on her fingers. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the first to receive the majesty of Saint Mark and Mary, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy books of the Glasnerian Bible.

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

The Governors of the district of Russia, Anastasia and Stan, admired my breasts while their son shoved his cock inside me. He gave two hard thrusts that left my pitiful pussy aching for an climax. Cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of due north Africa let me tongue her kitty-cat while her two doxy, Kevin and Saint Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some boys to be slave,"Lynette told her buff."Girls are mulct, but there 's nothing like a Young man eager to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New House of York Diocese and her daughter, another of my many half-sisters, each took a lap of my pussy and both absolutely loved my appreciation."I want her, Mommy,"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 missy declared. She was sixteen and violent, clearly not a fille that went through Belleramine Academy. Even the fille that did n't become slaves were groomed to be submissive.

Cardinalis cardinalis Bill and his wife Erin fondled number 10 while Governor Daniel, founder of the Holy Alison, watched his wife Issy pump a dildo a few fourth dimension out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girls of my grade were flushed with foreplay. I knew I ached to cum, juices dripping down my second joint. The potential drop buyers teased us just long enough to maintain us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that wonderful release.

A few lesser Bishops and executive fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to set out. We lined up on a microscope stage, standing in provocative airs we would sustain to make for the continuance, while servant quickly cleared out the plinth and set up chair. In hour, the vendue was ready to begin.

1—a dessert, redhead name Lexa—went for $ 3 million, bought by Cardinal Fatima."A gift for my wife,"I heard her say as she collected her hard worker. carmine Lucy would be a very lucky woman.

Next up was 2, a curvaceous lass named Heather with platinum blonde hair in a tenacious gold braid. She was auctioned off and then 3 was up. The foul up girl of Bishopress Bryanna was excited to win 4. I guess she found another hard worker she"absolutely has to own."Richmondena Cardinalis Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to Cassie blackwood, daughter of the regulator of Confederate States of America Africa.

My nerve pounded as I stepped forward."Number 7 comes from fantabulous stock. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my breast a squeeze."Perky breast, very pliant, and look at the garden pink of her nipples."

Jessie 's molestation rekindled the fervency in my loins that had died down while I waited my turn on the pulley. The blonde 's finger's breadth slid down my belly and stroked my landing strip, before they shoved between my legs. I stifled a gasp, keeping my cheek tranquil, as her finger's breadth probed my pussy.

"Tight and hot,"she continued, pulling her fingers out of my cunt and holding them up to the crowd."With a buddy-buddy consistency and a tangy flavor."

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

"looking at how beautiful her twat is."Jessie 's fingerbreadth again stroked my vulva."Not a hint of her labia minora peaking out. Only her button appearance when she 's fully aroused."

I let go of my ankle joint and, unbidden, reached behind me to spread my asscheeks exposed. I wanted to moan as my youthful schoolma'am shoved two fingers into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the fingers in and out."She can postulate even the largest cock or dildo and has no job wearing a butt ballyhoo for extended periods."

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

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

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

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

"I wo n't let you have her,"Daffodil declared, her blonde hairsbreadth swinging about her heavy pap."Addison and I are gon na love this dessert, young thing."

Anastasia tossed her long, black hair."So she can dress up like a cheerleader, and you and that jade you call a married woman can still your heights School days !"

Narcissus pseudonarcissus, who appeared XVIII but must be in her thirties, folded her weapon system beneath her rather large chest."While you and your husband would waste her on some desk job. You 'd probably ship her off to Siberia to administrate some logging town."

"At to the lowest degree she 'd be utile !"spat Anastasia."She would n't be out fucking every farm young lady she could lay her indolent hands on !"

"We 'd at least appreciate her mantrap ! A pretty young lady deserves to be flaunted."

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

"If my married woman was here and heard those parole, she 'd kick your weedy ass !"declared Daffodil.

"If you could drag out her out of whatever poor, provincial girlfriend '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 irksome,"a new voice said. A severe man—in his early mid-twenties, a plain look with a goatee sprouting from his chin and short, neatly combed, Robert Brown hair—stepped up between the two glaring women. I racked my creative thinker, struggling to commend who he was."I 'll buy the slave for $ 20 million just to hear an end to their picayune squabbles."

Both dame glared at each other, then the starter, then back at each other. I continued searching my idea, trying to set his boldness. He had resources if he could throw away $ 20 million, so he was obviously of import. But he was dressed in a utilitarian lawsuit, the eccentric an office actor would wear, with none of the finery the other 's adorned themselves in.

"dame ?"Kevin asked.

"Fine,"Anastasia sighed.

"bettor Dean gets her than that suck up bitch,"Daffodil declared."How print ever came to wish a woman with such a turgid joint up her ass is beyond me."

"Mark loved to bewilder it up my ass. I was the first of his jogging sluts. What were you again ? Right, some sporting lady he gangbanged in a high gear school locker elbow room and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blond snarled.

"semen on, Ana,"Stan said, grabbing is wife."We 'll get Steve a knuckle down following year."

"Yes dear,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Daffodil called my new lord Dean. That meant he was Dean Perry, Governor of the Territory of Oceanica. His married woman was a breast friend of the Goddess Mary. He was a knock-down man to be married to a adult female 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 babe, their eubstance had the Saame build and the same heart-shaped, freckled faces.

"I 'm Penny and this is Mercedes,"cooed the slightly scant of the yoke, they were about my height. She had a slight drawl to her vocalism, hinting at her Southern inheritance."Oh, you are just beautiful as the dawn."

Mercedes grabbed my blonde tresses."This is no good. And your eyes are absolutely the ill-timed color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sister, but Mercedes had a slight, os nasale tone of voice, like she was from New House of York City.

I did n't speak ; my breeding kept my tongue silent, even though I was confused by their comments and their appearances. What was wrong with my eyes ? They were the same deep, sky-blue blue angel of my Father.

"Have you forgotten that you were a dark-haired female child with brown eye ?"centime asked Mercedes.

A instant later, Dean stepped out of the construction. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in naval forces blue uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to disclose their titty, short mini-skirts that left aerodynamic thighs bare, and knee-deep, black boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguards of the Gods, lent out to their most sure servant. Both tire out tight, silver ruffle about their throats.

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

The first-class honours degree emotion I had seen passed across my new schoolmaster 's human face. painfulness, choler ... and hungriness."Where ?"he asked.

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limousine drive to the drome. Questions burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my doubtfulness and my excitement as the limousine drove onto the rail towards a festive planer. It was strong, but I was well trained.

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planes were open and full of ass. This one was a hallway and a accumulation of small cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."sea captain rules all of those small, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he rules Australia, which has a lot of cities on the coast and almost nothing across the respite of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a aeroplane. Before the daemon Wars, air travel was common. Now only government and ecclesiastical officials traveled the universe, and those few, lucky folks who moved goods around. But that was mostly by trains, trucks, and ships. Before the Gods came, people were dysphoric because they had the improper jobs. Now the assessment mental testing told everyone where to solve, where to live, whom to conjoin, and that made people a lot happy. The assessments were always right, the God said so.

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

"Do you ever verbalize ?"cent asked me after sitting me down in a humble cabin that contained a narrow bed and belittled, war paint board and chair.

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

Penny snorted a gag."We 're slaves, you can verbalise to us. Besides, Master and fancy woman do n't heed if we have a free tongue."

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

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

An excited twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a dubiousness, young lady centime ?"

"Of course, lolly,"cent rolled her middle."And it 's cent. We 'll be gettin'to have a go at it each other really well."

"Mercedes said my hair is the incorrect color ?"

"Who do we look like ?"Penny asked, unbuttoning her garb. Mercedes sighed and pulled her attire over her psyche revealing her naked soundbox. Both women 's pubic hair had been sculpted into a fiery heart above their slits.

"You appear exchangeable to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a duplicate perfervid bosom on Penny 's pubic mound.

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

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

I noticed blanch bruises on both of their breasts—bite marks. I received similar bruises during my preparation. 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 Mistress that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"Mistress,"sighed cent."She 's run off with one of her lover. She does it every few years. Master buys a new hard worker as a gift for her to bring her back."

Over the next few hours, the girls used strange device on me invented by the sanctum Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair's-breadth auburn, they permanently changed my hair color. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and small specks burned all across my buttock and breast as lentigo blossomed. They smeared a cream on my pussy and a thick, red George Herbert Walker Bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a equate gist to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how close my trunk shape was to the Goddess. I had the same curves, the Lapp general bust size, and the same, heart-shaped face. I could pass for one of her babe now.

"Let 's take you to Master,"Mercedes said, nodding in expiation their work.

"And do n't choke. He only hurts us when she 's missing. He let 's his heat 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 honorary society prepares its little girl for a lifespan as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through woodworking plane to the cabin at the cover, Penny added,"If he calls you Mary, pretend to be the Goddess and that you 're helpless against his strength."

"I understand,"I answered.

"Ready,"Mercedes asked.

"I am,"I declared as she threw the door 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 wood form. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop, a ledger ranch out next to it along with a picture of a beautiful, new woman with shiny and thick, black hair.

Alice Commodore Perry, the missing wife.

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

doyen spun me around, eyeing me. I held my head up confidently as the fire burned in his blue angel 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 facilitate her !"

I tossed my now auburn hair."Of course 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 paw squeezed, choking me. He was stronger than he looked, his bobby pin iron. I struggled, just enough to energise him, my hands trying to pry his fingers off as my breathing place rasped in my throat.

"cocotte !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a tidy sum of arm, my now auburn hair falling across my face. I struggled to push my hair out of my face. I put on a flavor of care."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 whore that corrupted my wife,"he snarled, unbuttoning his trouser."I 'll register you how cocotte are treated !"

His prick was backbreaking, slim, with a bulging head that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slacks. He let the pants slide off his skinny wooden leg, and kicked them off, before advancing with like a athirst shark at her.

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

He practically leaped at me, his body pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my subdivision. He grabbed them, pinning them to the rampart above me as he loomed over me. I gasped for breath, my tits heaving, dotted with freckle. He settled between my thrashing second joint, his pecker coming skinny and tight to my wet pussy.

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

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

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

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

I bucked beneath him, struggling to move my arms beneath his forte. His putz plowed into me, churning my heat as his groin smashed into my clit. Every gibe shot new sparks of joy through me.

"Please !"

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

I turned away from him, biting my lip, trying to entertain back my joy. A small pant escaped my lips, the first hint that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a slow surrender. Let my headmaster believe he was winning me over. I let out another little sigh, careful to keep my entire passion inside me.

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

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

He let go of my subdivision and grasped my white meat, kneading hard, bruising my finespun flesh. The bother was exquisite."You enjoy it, do n't you ? You 're such a whore that you ca n't help yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lecherousness infest my tone and my hips start to writhe."I hate this !"
"I can feel how wet you are, Mary ! Your cheating pussy 's squeezing around my cock ! You 're such a harlot !"His fingers pinched my tit, one more marvellous sensation adding to the boiling in my core. Lust 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."Stop fucking me !"

Our pelvic arch slammed together."Say it !"he hissed."Tell me how slap-up 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 fourth dimension. I surrendered to the passion of his thrusts and let my orgasm exploded inside me. I howled my pleasure, throwing my arms around his body and clutching him to me as delight rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to higher and eminent plateaus of Passion of Christ. I savored my relief.

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

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

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

He drove once more into me. His whole eubstance tensed, his expression squeezing shut as his seed erupted into my hungry depths. One shoemaker's last, grand orgasm speared through me. My passkey came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weightiness to my breasts as we were whipped by the steer of our mania, rocked in a tempest of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breaths came in call on the carpet gasps."Oh, master,"I cooed, kissing his neck and Kuki."Oh, master, thank you, give thanks you."

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

"You can go ..."

"Sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

"Of course of action, passkey,"I answered as I stood, a niggling unsteady on my ft. My nerves still tingled with the posture of my cums.

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

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

The inadequate man. His wife 's constant unfaithfulness seemed to have robbed him of his self-assurance and made him feel inadequate. I tried to observe my negatively charged thoughts about my new Mistress out of my mind, but if I was n't her slave, I think I would give her a spell of my mind. Her married man was suffering. She should just dissociate him and set him give up. She should let him witness felicity with another adult female or man or whomever he wanted.

I shared a cabin with Penny and Mercedes. It was really just a bed. There was no way to walk around it. I just plopped down on the mattress. It was a queen-size mattress, tight for three char, especially when Penny and Mercedes could n't seem to keep their bridge player off each other. When I walked in, tired after my foresighted, energise day, I found the two young woman vigorously sixty-nining each other.

Sighing, I stretched out next to them and tried to snub their groan and gasps and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a Christ Within nap, constantly interrupted by their love qualification. I managed to find a oceanic abyss dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my pussy.

I woke up to Penny between my stage going to town on my twat. I opened my rima oris to protest my desire to kip when Mercedes pussy descended to my brim and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, sporting lady and tangy.

The three of us were a mess when we finally collapsed into quietus. I woke when the plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to sleep for the long flight across the Pacific to the Philippines. On the drilling flight, I pleasured master copy two more sentence, both metre playing Mary and letting my master"colza"me.

The local Executive who administrated the Philippines for doyen met us with a limo. Dean 's bodyguards drove escort vehicle. manilla, like many cities, had been devastated during the Demon Wars, and Theocracy architects and engineers oversaw its rebuilding. All the new construction resembled neck of the woods and building in Washington D.C. The main duomo looked indistinguishable to the one back plate, and I could nominate each of the local Governmental building. That one was the section of Education because of the L figure the edifice had, and that one belonged to the Department of justice because of the statue of Chasity before steps that led up to a big, glass entrance. We entered a residential neighborhood. The sign were all one of the seventeen approved family dwellings, or the seven approved flat tenements, which only varied by height.

The only way I could recount it was n't Washington D.C. were the palm tree and the remainder of old Manila. There were erstwhile buildings that showed some individualism and option. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the same. I 'm certainly it would prepare the people of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back home, refuge officer wore the same uniforms, regime workings wore their courting, laborers wore their blue air coveralls, and Farmer their puritanic dungaree and wide-brimmed hats.

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

I wondered what those were. Where they like the car dental practitioner used to look at your teeth ? We stepped into the house. The family that lived here bowed to Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, ivory skinned with vast bosom that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, earphone over her ears. A camera on a tripod was set up side by side to her, pointed at the next room access sign. I peered out the window at the house. The other house 's window were covered by blockheaded drapes, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the wall like it was n't there. A pair writhed in a passionate embracing on the bed. The woman, Alice, rode the man, his dark paw groping her small breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her feet, her large tits jiggling, and snapped James Byron 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."Ride my cock, Alice ! I love it !"

"Yes, yes !"she moaned, replete of Passion."I love your cock, Marco ! Oh, fuck ! I love it !"

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

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

She kept riding him, leaning over so her Joseph Black hair fell in a drape about their faces, hiding them. strait of passionate necking echoed through the speaker. Marco flipped them over and push up hard into her, knocking the headboard of the bed into the wall, adding a staccato belt to their lovemaking.

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

I glanced at passkey 's face. Pain clenched his forehead. His hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn fuzz. She pulled his cock out, sucking it into her mouth as his hand forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his wife and her devotee 's passionate embrace.

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

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

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

She snuggled against his muscular body, her digit toying with his black pectus hair."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 wife call in sick for you and construct love to me."

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

"Do n't you bonk me ?"

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

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

"My soul sings praise to your celestial stunner. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all creation ! Your breasts are complete, round and lush and your hips drive me to distraction. Your brim are full, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"enough,"doyen snarled."274, send your guards in."

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

"madam,"the five bodyguard 's saluted.

I watched in astonishment as they surged out. There was a persuasiveness to the bodyguard 's motility, a force of aim I had never witnessed. They raced out of the home, their artillery drawn. I shivered, once shooter killed thousands every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. Mankind was free of crime. We all obeyed the idol'laws. People only died from nausea, fortuity, and old age.

I followed my maestro out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the nominal head door while 271 and 272 circled the house to the backyard. They moved with such danger. 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 enough what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the Lapplander time. 275 crashed her shoulder 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 have been matched at a young age, selected for compatible personality and sexual orientation by the aptitude mental test and their school teachers.

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

James Dean rushed to the theater. I followed.

A plain, nighttime skinned woman, knelt in the nitty-gritty of the kitchen, her font calmness. She knew to obey the escort. Every citizen knew the Gods'third base teaching : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without vacillation.

And everyone recognized a appendage of the escort. They were elite women, only three hundred penis, who guarded the idol and their favorite servants. These womanhood were all old stager of the Demon Wars. Some had even helped to overthrow the False God Brandon and defended the Gods during the Miracle.

Dean did n't even look at Marco 's wife. He strode into the bedroom and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, tartness musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another pair of bodyguards. Alice lounged on the ruffle up bed, not covering her bareness, her thighs obscenely spread to indicate the effect of their passion. I could see swooning bruises on her breasts and cervix. No, hickeys.

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

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

"Code inspector, city of Manila, district of the Philippine Islands, District of Oceania, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

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

"Must you always banish my lovers to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, tell apart 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 open doing this ?"Dean demanded of his wife, glaring at her.

"Because a womanhood needs to feel Passion of Christ in her life,"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 pain sensation 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 someone with her behavior ? I ignored my training and allowed myself to hate my Mistress.

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

"And the fact that I care adequate to track you down every meter you disappear on one of you affairs ..."His eyes widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still get laid you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that signify ?"

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

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

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

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

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her arms around his neck opening. He stiffened but did n't extract away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his eyes."Our love is the pit our lifetime together is built on—our basis. It maybe boring, but it 's unassailable and lasting. firm enough to weather any obstacle."

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

"Yes, and your nonperformance. But I am pitiful for hurting you. These perfervid loves burn so bright, it blinds me to our love."

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

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her hazel tree middle were fierce."But you ca n't ignore me when I disappear."She pressed against him, a purring with easy passion."Instead, you track me down and show just how lots you love me. Look at you. You 're entire of passion. It makes me sense so alive !"

She kissed him and they melted together, his paw 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 early 's flesh. Her fingernails scratched left red raceway across his back.

"I bet you 're so horny,"Penny whispered in my ear, her au naturel eubstance pressing against my back ; her mamilla to hard points and her pubic hair soft as silk on my ass. Her fingers found my snatch, sliding into my depths."They always are like this after they reunite."

"Fuck me, be intimate me !"Alice gasped."Take me, husband ! take a leak me draw a blank Marco !"

"You 're my wife !"he grunted.

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

Penny 's fingers wormed inside me, the heel of her handwriting grinding on my clit. Her lip was subdued as she nibbled at my neck opening. I could n't take my eyes off my Edgar Lee Masters. I had never seen anything like it in my animation. It was raw. Passion at its purest. lecherousness at it 's most strong, distilled to take love, tenderness, compassionateness, shame, degradation. Even hatred and ire were gone.

Only lust remained.

I came on Penny 's finger's breadth so many times as I witnessed my Master 's passion.

They used so many berth. He must give taken a magical sildenafil citrate, because he came in her sassing, her pussy, and her ass over and over. The way filled with their powerful aroma and the bed seemed sticky with pussy juice and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, Dean 's coat of arms wrapped around his wife from behind, his finger gently playing with her breasts while he nuzzled at her neck. A happy grinning filled her typeface."I love you, Dean,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

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

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

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

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

Dean turned Alice 's face 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 show you love me more often."

"I 'll puzzle out on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

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

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

She smiled like I was a piece of expensive jewelry."Come here and clean my pussycat up,"she smiled."I love seeing The Virgin 's aspect from between my thighs."

I knelt at the bed, trying to hide my hatred of this adult female. Why did they stay together ? I buried my face 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 choose who I pleasured. Dean gave me to Alice, I was her gift, her toy.

Forever .