1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 11: Sally, The Gift


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Male/Female, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Sally: The Gift Note: Mark once fucked a bank teller named Donna Fritz in Chapter 25. She had a daughter named Sally. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Saturday, April 17th, 2031 – Sally Fritz – Washington D.C., North American District “Are you nervous?” Cardinal Jessie asked me. “I am, Mistress,” I promptly answered, smiling up at the beautiful, blonde woman. “You're going to knock their socks off,” she grinned, rubbing my hair. Her husband, Cardinal Kevin, walked in and gave his wife a quick kiss. “There are some important people out there, slaves,” he sternly said to me and my class. We were the tenth class to graduate from Belleramine Academy, the premier school for transforming young women into submissive slaves. Ran by the Church under the auspice of the Archdiocese of North America and directly supervised by Jessie and Kevin. They were the cardinals who led the Archdiocese and oversaw the administration of all the diocese of the former United States, Canada, and Greenland. Only the best girls were accepted to Belleramine Academy. It was because of my father that I was here—Mark Glassner. The Living God and Defender of Mankind. The Demon Slayer. Of course, being one of Mark's children didn't make me that special. He was a lusty God, and had sowed his seeds in many fields far and wide. Only his children born to his Goddess and the Holy Sluts were publicly acknowledged by the God. Still, being his ...
    daughter gave me a few advantages. I didn't know my mother. She died when I was six months old. She was one of many slain when the Demon Dagon conquered Washington D.C. I survived somehow, and was placed into a Theocracy run 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 discover what role in society 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 slaves. They looked so beautiful as they were paraded around naked, their heads held high. They were full of pride. Only the best girls attended Belleramine, and only the best 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 Executives ruling Territories. If I was really lucky, a Cardinal or a Governor, someone bound to the Gods themselves and gifted immortality, would buy me. Our training was extensive. The very night I agreed to start my slave training, Kevin and Jessie took me to their bed and made a woman out of me. Over the last two years I was taught how to please both men and women with every part of my body, from my agile tongue to my deft fingers. I was trained how to endure long ...
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