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

    $2 million.” It went quick after that. Red paddles 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 father 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 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 Daffodil and her wife Addison were the ecclesiastical mistresses. It seemed neither of these women liked the other. “I won't let you have her,” Daffodil declared, her blonde hair swinging about her heavy tits. “Addison and I are gonna enjoy this sweet, young thing.” Anastasia tossed her long, black hair. “So she can dress up like a cheerleader, and you and that slut you call a wife can relieve your High School days!” Daffodil, who appeared eighteen but must be in her thirties, folded her arms beneath her rather large breasts. “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 useful!” spat Anastasia. “She wouldn't be out fucking every farm girl she could lay her lazy hands on!” “We'd at least appreciate her beauty! A pretty 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 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 don'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 face with a goatee sprouting from his chin and short, neatly combed, brown hair—stepped up between the two glaring women. I racked my mind, struggling to remember who he was. “I'll buy the slave for $20 million just to hear an end to their petty squabbles.” Both ladies glared at each other, then the newcomer, then back at each other. I continued searching my mind, trying to place his face. He had resources if he could drop $20 million, so he was obviously important. But he was dressed in a utilitarian suit, the type an office worker would wear, with none of the finery the other's adorned themselves in. “Ladies?” Kevin asked. “Fine,” Anastasia sighed. “Better Dean gets her than that suck up bitch,” Daffodil declared. “How Mark ever came to like a woman with such a large stick up her ass is beyond me.” “Mark loved to stick it up my ass. I was the first of his jogging sluts. What were you again? Right, some whore he gangbanged in a high school locker ...
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