The Prince of Darkness 's pact slave chronicle
by mypenname3000
copyright 2015

Sally : The endowment

tone : Mark once fucked a bank cashier 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 - Booker Taliaferro Washington DC, Union American territorial dominion

"Are you nervous ?"redbird 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, Richmondena Cardinalis Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a agile candy kiss."There are some important hoi polloi out there, slaves,"he sternly said to me and my class.

We were the tenth part class to graduate from Belleramine Academy, the prime minister school for transforming young charwoman into submissive slaves. Ran by the church service under the auspice of the Archdiocese of North America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the cardinal number who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the diocese of the early United State, Canada, and Greenland. Only the best daughter were accepted to Belleramine Academy.

It was because of my Padre that I was here—Mark Glassner. The Living God and shielder of human race. The Demon Slayer.

Of course, being one of gull 's children did n't pretend me that special. He was a lusty God, and had sowed his ejaculate in many fields far and widely. Only his children born to his Goddess and the sanctum Sluts were publicly acknowledged by the God.

Still, being his daughter gave me a few advantages.

I did n't jazz my female parent. She died when I was six calendar month old. She was one of many slain when the monster Dagon conquered Washington D.C. D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run orphanage. I knew her 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 education. At the age of fourteen, I was given the choice of graduating and taking the assessment test to discover what theatrical role in club the Gods needed me to fill, or I could be trained as a slave for the next two years.

I had envied the older girls who were being trained as slave. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their forefront held highschool. They were full of superbia. Only the best girls attended Belleramine, and only the near of the best of those were given the opportunity to be a slave. I would be auctioned off to the most powerful people in the world : Bishops ruling diocese or executive ruling Territories. If I was really lucky, a Cardinal or a Governor, someone bound to the divinity themselves and empower immortality, would buy me.

Our training was panoptic. The very Nox I agreed to start my striver training, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the last two years I was teach how to please both men and women with every part of my body, from my agile clapper to my deft fingers. I was trained how to endure long menstruation of bondage and other discomfort, learned to enjoy the taste of urine, and how to be whipped for my proprietor pleasure.

I was prepare to answer and be used for my master key or Mistress 's joy, no matter how obscene or disgusting it might be. I could n't wait.

There were ten of us, all beautiful, a garden of teenage flowers ready to be plucked. I was nervous, even though I knew how great my beauty was. My hair was a robust, honey-brown that fell in chummy curls about my round, delicate facial expression. My optic were piercing blue devil, not rare among Deutschmark 's shaver, and my rim were small and pouty. My trope was shapely, perky white meat and tumescent mamilla just the right field size for a man 's hand to engulf. And my kitty-cat was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing funnies. My vulva was tight, hiding my pink petal. When aroused, my clit would peak out and my tangy dearest would bead upon my lips.

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

All ten of us climbed onto little, one shot stand just declamatory enough for us to kneel on our hand and knee. The pedestals slowly spun so that our likely vendee could properly inspect us. Drawn carefully on our asses was a number. I was seven.

The emptor circulated through the room. My grooming was all-embracing and I recognized almost all of them. As a slave to a powerful person, it would be expected of me to act as a secretary or other eccentric of personal attendant, so recognizing the crucial peoples of the world by sight was a very important skill drilled into us.

My middle flicked around. One of these hefty men or women would buy me today.

The buyers were free with their hands and other body persona. While none were allowed to cum on me, More than a few hawkshaw were quickly shoved into my mouthpiece, ass, or pussy so the client could get a gustation for the delights I had to offer while more than a few of the womanhood had me lap momentarily at their slit or suck on their breasts.

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

I let my pussy squeeze on her digit. To be sold to Vivian and Cynthia, who were the commencement to see the loftiness of St. Mark and Madonna, would be amazing. Vivian herself had penned two of the holy place leger of the Glasnerian Bible.

"I do n't know. 5 has a gorgeous fundament,"cardinal number Artemis answered.

The regulator of the district of Soviet Union, Anastasia and Stan, admired my bosom while their son shoved his cock inside me. He gave two unvoiced thrusts that left my miserable snatch aching for an orgasm. Cardinal Lynette Blythe of the Archdiocese of North Africa let me tongue her pussy while her two paramours, Kevin and Patrick, fingered my ass.

"They should train some male child to be slaves,"Lynette told her lovers."Girls are ok, but there 's nothing like a young man eager to please."

Bishopress Bryanna of the New York diocese and her daughter, another of my many half-sisters, each took a lap of my pussy and both absolutely loved my gustatory perception."I want her, Mommy,"the daughter 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 certain we can get you one of the girls."

"I want this one,"the girl declared. She was xvi and crazy, clearly not a lady friend that went through Belleramine Academy. Even the girls that did n't become slaves were groomed to be submissive.

cardinal grosbeak bill and his wife Erin fondled figure 10 while governor Daniel, father of the Holy Alison, watched his married woman Issy pump a dildo a few prison term out 3 's ass. Everyone of the girls of my class were flushed with arousal. I knew I ached to cum, juices dripping down my thighs. The potential buyers teased us just long enough to keep us on the brink of cumming without letting us achieve that fantastic release.

A few less Bishops and executive fondled me before Jessie announced the auction was about to begin. We lined up on a level, standing in provocative mannerism we would have to have for the duration, while servant quickly cleared out the pedestals and set up chairs. In minutes, the vendue was ready to begin.

1—a sweet, redhead 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. Cardinal Lucy would be a very lucky woman.

Next up was 2, a sonsy lassie named Heather with Pt blonde haircloth in a foresightful braid. 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 Cynthia bought 5, and 6 went to Cassie Blackwood, daughter of the Governors of South Africa.

My heart pounded as I stepped forward."bit 7 comes from excellent gillyflower. One of our God 's many offsprings."Jessie said, giving my boob a squeeze."Perky teat, very pliant, and face at the pink of her nipples."

Jessie 's harassment rekindled the fire in my loins that had died down while I waited my turn on the blocking. The blonde 's fingers slid down my abdomen and stroked my landing strip, before they shoved between my pegleg. I stifled a pant, keeping my font tranquil, as her finger's breadth probed my pussy.

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

Jessie turned me around and I bent over, grasping my articulatio talocruralis

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

I let go of my mortise joint and, unbidden, reached behind me to pass around my asscheeks open. I wanted to moan as my vernal Mistress shoved two fingers into my ass.

"Like velvet,"Jessie purred, pumping the finger's breadth in and out."She can take even the largest cock or dildo and has no problem wearing a ass stopple for extended periods."

"One of our beneficial slaves,"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 immediate 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 much as 5 went for, and the bidding kept going on.

"It 's because who your forefather is,"whispered Jessie."Every man wants to strip 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 have some sort of rivalry between them that had spilled out into the auction. Anastasia and her hubby Stan were Russia 's layman headmaster while Narcissus pseudonarcissus and her married woman Addison were the ecclesiastical mistresses. It seemed neither of these women liked the other.

"I wo n't let you have her,"Daffodil declared, her blond hair swinging about her heavy mammilla."Addison and I are gon na revel this sweet, young thing."

Anastasia tossed her foresighted, black haircloth."So she can dress up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can relieve your heights schooltime days !"

Daffodil, who appeared xviii but must be in her thirties, folded her arms beneath her rather large tit."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 least she 'd be utile !"acclaim Anastasia."She would n't be out fucking every farm girlfriend she could lay her lazy work force on !"

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

"Now ladies,"Kevin said."We all serve the ..."Both dame 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 drag her out of whatever poor, peasant girl 's bed she 's fallen into. I doubt you even know what Territory she 's in, let alone the town."

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

"This is growing tiresome,"a new voice said. A serious man—in his betimes mid-twenties, a field face with a goatee sprouting from his chin and myopic, neatly combed, brown hair—stepped up between the two glaring fair sex. I racked my mind, struggling to remember who he was."I 'll buy the hard worker for $ 20 million just to learn an end to their subaltern squabbles."

Both dame glared at each other, then the newcomer, then back at each other. I continued searching my mind, trying to order his face. He had resourcefulness if he could dangle $ 20 million, so he was obviously significant. But he was dressed in a utilitarian cause, the eccentric an office worker would fag out, with none of the finery the other 's adorned themselves in.

"Ladies ?"Kevin asked.

"amercement,"Anastasia sighed.

"punter James Byron Dean gets her than that suck up cunt,"daffodil declared."How Mark ever came to like a charwoman with such a large stick up her ass is beyond me."

"Mark loved to stick by it up my ass. I was the first of his jogging strumpet. What were you again ? Right, some whore he gangbanged in a high gear schoolhouse locker way and promptly forgot about !"

"You bitch !"the blonde snarled.

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

"Yes dear,"Anastasia said, suddenly meek.

Daffodil called my new master Dean. That meant he was James Byron Dean Perry, governor of the dominion of Oceania. His married woman was a squeeze friend of the Goddess Virgin Mary. He was a herculean man to be married to a woman close the Goddess.

I trembled as two auburn haired women—neither of whom looked older than twenty, and had matching, emerald eyes—collected me, leading me to a limo. They must be baby, their bodies had the same bod and the like cordate, freckle faces.

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

Mercedes grabbed my blonde tress."This is no good. And your eyes are absolutely the incorrectly color."I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sister, but Mercedes had a slight, adenoidal tone, like she was from New York City.

I did n't speak ; my training kept my tongue silent, even though I was confused by their comments and their appearing. What was wrong with my eyes ? They were the same trench, sapphire blue sky of my Father.

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

A bit later, Dean stepped out of the building. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in navy blueing uniforms, the blouses half-unbuttoned to unveil their breasts, suddenly mini-skirts that left satiny thighs bare, and knee-high, black boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal escort of the Supreme Being, lent out to their most trusted handmaiden. Both wear upon tight, silver chokers about their throats.

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

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

"Manila."

I wanted to ask who they found on the limo drive to the airport. Questions burned inside me. I had never flown before. I controlled my questions and my fervour as the limo drove onto the rails towards a festive planer. It was severely, but I was well trained.

When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planes were open and entire of seats. This one was a hall and a solicitation of minor cabins."We do a lot of flying,"explained Mercedes."Master rules all of those small, peaceable islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he rules Australia, which has a lot of cities on the coasts and almost nothing across the eternal rest of the continent."

I was excited to fly on a planing machine. Before the ogre Wars, air change of location was mutual. Now only government and ecclesiastical functionary traveled the world, and those few, prosperous folks who moved goods around. But that was mostly by trains, truck, and ships. Before the Gods came, masses were infelicitous because they had the wrong jobs. Now the appraisal tests told everyone where to work, where to live, whom to marry, and that made people a lot felicitous. The assessments were always right, the Gods said so.

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

"Do you ever talk ?"cent asked me after sitting me down in a small cabin that contained a peg down bed and diminished, makeup table and chair.

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

Penny snorted a jape."We 're slaves, you can speak to us. Besides, Master and mistress do n't take care if we have a free tongue."

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

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

An excited twinkle appeared in Mercedes eyes.

"May I ask a question, Miss penny ?"

"Of track, sugar,"Penny rolled her oculus."And it 's Penny. We 'll be gettin'to jazz each early real well."

"Mercedes said my hair is the wrong color ?"

"Who do we look like ?"cent asked, unbuttoning her wearing apparel. Mercedes sighed and pulled her dress over her head revealing her nude consistence. Both woman 's pubic whisker had been sculpted into a fiery pump above their slits.

"You appear alike to the Goddess,"I realized, seeing a gibe torrid 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."

"summation original 's jealous of Mary,"penny continued."He gets off on using us."

I noticed sick bruise on both of their breasts—bite marks. I received similar contusion 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 opening to end up owned by a superior or mistress that enjoyed inflicting pain.

"And who is missing ?"

"schoolmarm,"sighed cent."She 's run off with one of her lovers. She does it every few class. Master buys a new slave as a gift for her to bring in her back."

Over the next few time of day, the fille used strange twist on me invented by the holy place Vizier. They did n't just dye my hair auburn, they permanently changed my tomentum color. It tingled when my eyes were changed to emerald and modest specks burned all across my impudence and embrace as freckle blossomed. They smeared a cream on my kitty and a midst, red bush grew. Then they waxed me, sculpting a correspond nub to the Goddess.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I never realized how close my trunk Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe was to the Goddess. I had the same curves, the like general bust size, and the Saami, heart-shaped grimace. I could hand for one of her sisters now.

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

"And do n't eat into. He only hurts us when she 's missing. He let 's his passions get out of ascendancy. 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 lady friend for a life story as a BDSM slave."

As we walked through airplane to the cabin at the back, penny added,"If he calls you Blessed Virgin, pretend to be the Goddess and that you 're incapacitated against his strength."

"I understand,"I answered.

"Ready,"Mercedes asked.

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

The cabin was the size of a small bedroom tucked into the tail of the plane. There was a bed, neatly made, with a dark-blue quilt and an ebony wood inning. Dean sat at a desk working at a laptop computer, a ledger cattle farm out next to it along with a picture of a beautiful, young woman with lustrous and duncish, smuggled hair.

Alice Perry, the missing wife.

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

Dean spun me around, eyeing me. I held my question up confidently as the fire burned in his blue 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, bitch ! You always assist her !"

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

My discussion were cut off as he lunged at me, his handwriting gripping my throat. Panic momentarily shot through me, but I suppressed it. His mitt squeezed, choking me. He was stronger than he looked, his grip iron. I struggled, just enough to excite him, my workforce trying to pry his fingers off as my breathing spell rasped in my throat.

"lady of pleasure !"

He spun me around and threw me onto the bed. I bounced, sprawling in a mess of limb, my now auburn hair falling across my facial expression. I struggled to push my hair out of my face. I put on a looking of fear."You ca n't be doing this,"I protested, letting my voice quiver. My roleplay motorcoach 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 record you how whores are treated !"

His cock was hard, slim, with a bulbous fountainhead that beaded with precum, jutting out of his unzipped slackness. He let the pants skid off his skinny legs, 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 jet black headboard.

He practically leaped at me, his body pressing atop mine. I struggled, flailing my blazonry. He grabbed them, pinning them to the paries above me as he loomed over me. I gasped for breathing time, my teat heaving, dotted with freckles. He settled between my thrashing thighs, his turncock coming closer and skinny to my wet pussy.

This was exciting. I was being used for my Master 's pleasure. All my training, the unvoiced work and foresighted dark practicing was Charles Frederick Worth it. His pecker speared me. Rough, right, stabbing into my case with violence.

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

He ignored me, stabbing his putz over and over into my cunt. His shaft wonderfully rubbed on all my spiritualist figure. It was hard keeping my passion out of my voice. It was too soon to vocalize like I enjoyed it. I needed to shinny retentive before I submitted.

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

I bucked beneath him, struggling to move my coat of arms beneath his posture. His putz plowed into me, churning my passions as his bulwark smashed into my button. Every slam shot new Dame Muriel Spark of delight 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 guard back my pleasure. A lowly gasp escaped my lips, the 1st breath that I was actually enjoying this. It had to be a deadening surrender. Let my superior believe he was winning me over. I let out another trivial sigh, careful to celebrate my good passion inside me.

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

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

He let go of my coat of arms and grasped my chest, kneading severe, bruising my delicate flesh. The infliction was exquisite."You love it, do n't you ? You 're such a fancy woman that you ca n't help oneself yourself !"

"Oh, no !"I moaned, letting my lust obtrude upon my tone of voice and my rosehip start to worm."I hate this !"
"I can finger how wet you are, Mary ! Your dirty cunt 's squeezing around my tool ! You 're such a whore !"His finger's breadth pinched my teat, one more wonderful sensation adding to the boiling in my meat. lustfulness 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 betimes."Stop fucking me !"

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

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

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

"Oh, no !"I gasped. It was time. I surrendered to the rage of his thrusts and let my orgasm exploded inside me. I howled my joy, throwing my weapons system around his body and clutching him to me as delight rippled over and over through me. His cock kept fucking me, spurring me to eminent and high tableland of Passion of Christ. I savored my relief.

"I love your cock !"I screamed in his ear."Harder ! roll in the hay me harder !"

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

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

He drove once more into me. His completely dead body tensed, his face squeezing shut as his seed erupted into my hungry astuteness. One finally, wonderful climax speared through me. My Master came inside me ; I satiated him, crushing his weightiness to my breasts as we were whipped by the breaking wind of our passions, rocked in a storm of lust.

He collapsed atop me. Our breaths came in twit gasps."Oh, headmaster,"I cooed, kissing his neck and chin."Oh, passe-partout, thank you, give thanks you."

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

"You can go ..."

"sally,"I answered.

"You can go, Sally,"he panted.

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

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

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

The inadequate man. His married woman 's constant infidelities seemed to give birth robbed him of his sureness and made him feel inadequate. I tried to keep open my negatively charged sentiment about my new Mistress out of my mind, but if I was n't her hard worker, I think I would afford her a art object of my thinker. Her married man was suffering. She should just divorce him and set him free. She should let him find happiness with another woman or man or whomever he wanted.

I shared a cabin with cent 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-sized mattress, tight for three women, especially when Penny and Mercedes could n't seem to keep their workforce off each former. When I walked in, tired after my long, rouse day, I found the two lady friend vigorously sixty-nining each other.

Sighing, I stretched out succeeding to them and tried to brush off their moan and gasps and the way they 'd jostle the bed. I reached a igniter eternal rest, constantly interrupted by their love making. I managed to find oneself a deep dream, when I was awoken by something nuzzling my puss.

I woke up to Penny between my pegleg going to town on my kitty-cat. I opened my mouth to dissent my desire to sleep when Mercedes pussy descended to my rim and smothered me. She tasted refreshing, whore and tangy.

The three of us were a mess when we finally collapsed into sleep. I woke when the plane landed in Los Angeles for refueling. Then went back to sleep for the prospicient flying across the Pacific to the Philippine Islands. On the boring flight, I pleasured Master two to a greater extent metre, both times playing Mary and letting my master copy"colza"me.

The local Executive who administrated the Philippines for Dean met us with a limo. doyen 's bodyguards drove escort vehicles. manila paper, like many urban center, had been devastated during the Demon Wars, and Theocracy architects and applied scientist oversaw its rebuilding. All the new structure resembled neighborhood and buildings in Washington D.C. The briny duomo looked identical to the one back home, and I could name each of the topical anaesthetic Governmental construction. That one was the section of teaching because of the L shape the construction had, and that one belonged to the section of Justice because of the statue of Chasity before stone's throw that led up to a large, glass entrance. We entered a residential neighborhood. The family were all one of the seventeen approved family domicile, or the seven approved apartment tenement, which only varied by height.

The alone way I could secernate it was n't Washington D.C. were the medallion Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and the remnants of old manila. There were sometime construction that showed some individuality and choice. I wondered why those were n't torn down. Then everything would the same. I 'm sure it would make the people of Manila happier. They dressed just like they did back home, base hit officer wore the same uniforms, government works wore their suit, laborer wore their downhearted coveralls, and sodbuster their downcast jeans and wide-brimmed hats.

The convoy climbed a pitcher's mound into a new neighborhood and stopped."271 has occupied this house, sir,"274 reported, pointing to a Thomas Gray mansion, the Same precise shade as all the other household on the street."She has a few X ray cameras pointed at where your wife is."

I wondered what those were. Where they like the machines dentists used to look at your dentition ? We stepped into the house. The household that lived here bowed to Dean, then retreated upstairs. 271, ivory skinned with huge breasts that seemed barely constrained by her uniform, sat at before a TV, headphones over her ears. A camera on a tripod was set up next to her, pointed at the next door menage. I peered out the window at the house. The other firm 's Windows were covered by buddy-buddy mantle, but when I looked at the TV I could see into a bedroom through the bulwark like it was n't there. A couple writhed in a passionate embrace on the bed. The char, Alice, rode the man, his dark mitt groping her lowly breasts.

"Sir !"271 jumped to her infantry, her large titmouse jiggling, and snapped James Dean a salute.

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

271 pulled her headphones out of the jack.

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

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

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

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

She kept riding him, leaning over so her ignominious whisker fell in a drape about their faces, hiding them. strait of passionate kissing echoed through the speaker unit. Marco flipped them over and driving force hard into her, knocking the headboard of the bed into the paries, adding a staccato bang to their lovemaking.

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

I glanced at master 's face. Pain clenched his brow. His hand lashed out and yanked Mercedes down by her auburn hair. She pulled his cock out, sucking it into her brim as his hired hand forced her to deep-throat him over and over as he watched his wife and her lover 's passionate embrace.

"Fuck me, have a go at it me !"Alice moaned over and over."I love you ! save fucking me !"

Dean shoved Mercedes 's head all the way down his cock, 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 moan, hammering Alice and then collapsed on her, satiated himself."You are so beautiful,"Marco whispered."My lovely peach."

She snuggled against his mesomorphic body, her fingers toying with his Negro chest hair."You are so unsatiable,"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 birdsong in sick for you and hold love to me."

"I 'll get in trouble,"he protested."I called in just three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. ago."

"Do n't you sleep with me ?"

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

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

"My person sings praise to your celestial knockout. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all creation ! Your titty are staring, rung and boozer and your hips drive me to distraction. Your back talk are replete, pouty and made to be kissed by me."

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

"sufficiency,"Dean snarled."274, send off your sentry go in."

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

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

I watched in amazement as they surged out. There was a lastingness to the bodyguard 's movements, a violence of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the business firm, their triggerman drawn. I shivered, once gas killed thousands every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. Mankind was free of offence. We all obeyed the God'laws. People only died from sickness, accidents, and old age.

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

I was n't sure what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the Sami sentence. 275 crashed her shoulder into the room access, darting in followed by 273. There was a frightened yell from a woman—probably Marco 's wife. Marco and his married woman would have been matched at a young age, selected for compatible personality and sexual orientation course by the aptitude tests and their schoolhouse teacher.

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

dean rushed to the menage. I followed.

A plain, dark skinned womanhood, knelt in the center of attention of the kitchen, her face calmness. She knew to obey the escort. Every citizen knew the deity'tertiary commandment : Obey representatives of the Theocracy without disinclination.

And everyone recognized a phallus of the escort. They were elite women, only three hundred members, who guarded the immortal and their favored servant. These women were all veterans of the monster Wars. Some had even helped to reverse 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 sleeping accommodation and I followed. The way reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, sour musk. Marco knelt calmly on the storey, watched over by another pair of bodyguards. Alice lounged on the rumpled bed, not covering her desolation, her thigh obscenely spread to usher the upshot of their heat. I could see faint bruise on her breasts and neck. No, hickeys.

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

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

"Code inspector, metropolis of manilla paper, Territory of the Philippine Islands, district of Oceania, sir !"he answered promptly.

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

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

"must you always cast out my lover to the mines ?"Alice sighed."And 275, tell them to break hitting Marco."

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

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

"Because a woman needs to sense passion in her life story,"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 often pain sensation in his voice. I wanted to go and hug him. Did n't this horrible woman see what her actions were doing to him ? Did she not handle that she shredded his soul with her behavior ? I ignored my grooming and allowed myself to detest my Mistress.

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

"And the fact that I care sufficiency to chase you down every time you disappear on one of you thing ..."His eyes widened."That 's why you do this ? To see if I still eff you ?"

"Partly."

"Partly ? What does that think of ?"

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

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

"I loved all of them."She sighed."Our loves were smashing 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 knead instead of paying care to me."

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

She slipped out of the bed, walked over to him, and threw her subdivision around his neck. He stiffened but did n't pull away."I love you deeply,"she told him, staring into his eyes."Our love life is the Harlan F. Stone our life together is built on—our foundation. It maybe tire, but it 's potent and lasting. substantial enough to brave out any obstacle."

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

"Yes, and your negligence. But I am sorry for hurting you. These impassioned 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 be intimate me ?"

"It hurts me when you ignore me."Her Pomaderris apetala eyes were cutthroat."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. Look at you. You 're broad of passion. It makes me feel so active !"

She kissed him and they melted together, his handwriting roaming her back, squeezing her ass. They fell onto the bed, still tangled about each former 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 trunk writhed together. They moaned and gasped, squeezing and groping each other 's shape. Her fingernails scratched left red tracks across his back.

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

"Fuck me, lie with me !"Alice gasped."Take me, hubby ! Make me forget Marco !"

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

"I am ! Oh, roll in the hay !"She screamed her sexual climax for all of capital of the Philippines to hear.

cent 's finger wormed inside me, the heel of her mitt grinding on my button. Her lip was soft as she nibbled at my neck. I could n't take my centre off my sea captain. I had never seen anything like it in my life story. It was raw. Passion at its purest. Lust at it 's most potent, distilled to take love life, fondness, compassionateness, shame, degradation. Even hatred and ira were gone.

Only lust remained.

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

They used so many post. He must have taken a magical viagra, because he came in her oral fissure, her slit, and her ass over and over. The room filled with their potent odour and the bed seemed viscid with pussy succus and ropy cum.

Finally, they collapsed, dean 's arm wrapped around his married woman from behind, his fingers gently playing with her breasts while he nuzzled at her neck. A glad smile filled her face."I love you, James Dean,"she moaned."Thank you for coming after me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I 'll work on it."

Neither sounded convincing.

Alice looks over at me, her heart 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 pussy up,"she smiled."I love seeing Virgin Mary 's face from between my thighs."

I knelt at the bed, trying to hide my hatred of this cleaning woman. 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 pick out who I pleasured. James Dean gave me to Alice, I was her endowment, her toy.

Forever .