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

    room and promptly forgot about!” “You bitch!” the blonde snarled. “Come on, Ana,” Stan said, grabbing is wife. “We'll get Steve a slave next year.” “Yes dear,” Anastasia said, suddenly meek. Daffodil called my new master Dean. That meant he was Dean Perry, Governor of the Territory of Oceania. His wife was a bosom friend of the Goddess Mary. He was a powerful 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 sisters, their bodies had the same build and the same heart-shaped, freckled faces. “I'm Penny and this is Mercedes,” cooed the slightly shorter of the pair, they were about my height. She had a slight drawl to her voice, hinting at her Southern heritage. “Oh, you are just beautiful as the dawn.” Mercedes grabbed my blonde tresses. “This is no good. And your eyes are absolutely the wrong color.” I blinked in surprise. They seemed like sisters, but Mercedes had a slight, nasal tone, like she was from New York City. I didn't speak; my training 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, sapphire blue of my Father. “Have you forgotten that you were a black-haired girl with brown eyes?” Penny asked Mercedes. A minute later, Dean stepped out of the building. A pair of bodyguards—dressed in navy blue uniforms, the blouses ...
    half-unbuttoned to reveal their breasts, short mini-skirts that left sleek thighs bare, and knee-high, black boots—strolled up to him. They were the personal bodyguards of the Gods, lent out to their most trusted servants. Both wore tight, silver chokers about their throats. “We found her, sir,” reported ebony-skinned 274. The first emotion I had seen passed across my new master's face. Pain, anger...and longing. “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 excitement as the limo drove onto the runway towards a festive plane. It was hard, but I was well trained. When I strolled in, I was surprised. I had always thought planes were open and full of seats. This one was a hallway and a collection of small cabins. “We do a lot of flying,” explained Mercedes. “Master rules all of those small, pacific islands from Hawaii to New Zealand. Plus, he rules Australia, which has a lot of cities on the coasts and almost nothing across the rest of the continent.” I was excited to fly on a plane. Before the Demon Wars, air travel was common. Now only government and ecclesiastical officials traveled the world, and those few, lucky folks who moved goods around. But that was mostly by trains, trucks, and ships. Before the Gods came, people were unhappy because they had the wrong jobs. Now the assessment tests told everyone where to work, where to live, whom to ...
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