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 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 make love to me.” “I'll get in trouble,” he protested. “I called in just three days ago.” “Don't you love 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 heavenly beauty. You are my goddess, the most beautiful woman in all creation! Your breasts are perfect, round and lush and your hips drive me to distraction. Your lips are full, pouty and made to be kissed by me.” She sighed, kissing him. “I love you so much, Marco. So stay home with me.” “Enough,” Dean snarled. “274, send your guards in.” “At once, sir,” the black bodyguard saluted. “275, 273 take the front. 271, 272 the rear. 276, you stay with me to guard 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 violence of purpose I had never witnessed. They raced out of the house, their guns drawn. I shivered, once guns killed thousands every day, and now only the bodyguards carried them. Mankind was free of crime. We all obeyed the Gods' laws. People only died from sickness, accidents, and old age. I followed my Master out into the street and he watched as 275 and 273 flanked the front 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 women knew how to commit violence. I wasn't sure what set them off, but it sounded like all four went at the same 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 orientations by the aptitude tests 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 calm. She knew to obey the bodyguards. Every citizen knew the Gods' third commandments: Obey representatives of the Theocracy without hesitation. And everyone recognized a member of the bodyguards. They were elite women, only three hundred members, who guarded the Gods and their favored servants. These women were all veterans of the Demon Wars. Some had even helped to overthrow the False God Brandon and defended the Gods during the Miracle. Dean didn't even look at Marco's wife. He strode into the bedroom and I followed. The room reeked of passion—a salty, tangy, sour musk. Marco knelt calmly on the floor, watched over by another pair of bodyguards. Alice lounged on the rumpled bed, not covering her nakedness, her thighs obscenely spread to show the result of their passion. I could see faint bruises on her breasts and neck. No, hickeys. “You finally ...
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