Katherine Nelson, called "Kat round" by all but the highest round and chocolate most anal-retentive of officials, sat roundandbrown in front of her computer, fully immersed access in round a chatroom called "Goth.net". It seemed strange roundandbrown to her that there were no other Goths in the chatroom tonight access. Surely they weren't all engaged in cybersex chocolate in one of the "attics?" A quiet brown voice in the brown chocolate round back of her head told her brown that round she shouldn't be in round chatrooms from the school computer, but her mom wouldn brown't allow the Internet into her home, so she round was stuck. Someone logged on. The user name was roundandbrown "MindsBane."
"And so I shall." the man said, then he reached his mental fingers into brown chocolate round her mind chocolate again. She closed her eyes, and let pleasure wash over her as he secretly began to rearrange her mental processes. Suddenly nothing mattered round except pleasing chocolate him. He was the be-all and end-all of and her roundandbrown existence. She also felt a need roundandbrown to round submit, to be commanded, to brown chocolate round obey. Her body began to respond roundandbrown to this need by becoming sexually aroused round. When access she brown opened her eyes, she was naked, standing in the brown chocolate round kitchen. She brown was cutting up bits round of brown meat and and beating them into submission with a mallot. She breaded the bits round of meat and then tossed them into the frying roundandbrown pan, where the grease was already hot. Even though roundandbrown she'd never cooked before round, she easily prepared steak fingers for the man round who had brought her round here roundandbrown. She brought a finished plateful to him, as he sat on the folded brown-out roundandbrown hide-a-bed, wearing no roundandbrown more than her. Her vagina was brown dripping wet, her nipples hard and peaked. Submissively she set the plate before her Master.
"Good girl." he said, and at the sound of that, Kat had an orgasm. "Does roundandbrown my pussycat like round to serve her Master?"
"Yes, but you, and others, will help me brown take my round revenge brown chocolate round."
"Get up!" the coach demanded. Candace's arms felt like ground beef, her legs felt like fried calamari, and access Candace herself felt like shit. She only half-listened to the coach as she yelled a lecture, the noise occasionally causing some of the fluffy, spray-on insulation chocolate to fall from roundandbrown the and gym's ceiling. Hands from round the other cheerleaders checked her for round broken bones. Candace was hungry. She wished she hadn brown chocolate round't roundandbrown skipped lunch.
(I am called Xavier the Great, and I can help you.) the voice said. Suddenly, Candace found strength round she didn't know she had. She managed to get to her feet and, wobbling the entire way, leave the gym. As soon round as she was out, she was scooped into the arms round of a young man, who carried her weakened body away. She didn't know she'd round fallen asleep until round she woke up, feeling very stiff round. A hand round lifted her access head, and warm liquid flowed into her round mouth. She roundandbrown drank thirstily. Slowly, but steadily, she began roundandbrown to feel better. After brown chocolate round maybe an hour, she felt more human than wood, so she tried out her limbs. Well, they weren't back round to normal, but she felt good enough to try to stand up. She hadn round't noticed the light blanket brown chocolate round until it slipped from her shoulder. She glanced around, but round found no one. Most of her clothes lay in roundandbrown a pile in the corner, but the panties remained roundandbrown on round her hips brown chocolate round. This round, at least brown, made her feel that her round benefactor, whether real or imagined, was at least trustworthy enough not to try to rape her while she slept. Strangely, she found she really didn't want to re-don the cheerleading outfit. She round found access a white shirt and some drawstring pants in the closet. She had to roll them round up access so roundandbrown she wouldn roundandbrown't end up walking the excess length off, but she got brown them on. The shirt was a short-sleeve, button-up shirt with no collar. She put her own shoes and socks round on, and as she looked at herself in the access mirror, she felt very sexy round. She'd never dared roundandbrown wear sexy clothes before, except round for her cheerleader round outfit, which she'd never round dared wear in front of her Fundamentalist mother. For her mother, she'd worn the wind pants access and round jacket that the cheerleaders wore on cold round days, and chocolate was eternally grateful that all of the round games went on while her mother was at work, and her mother only took Sundays round off. Even chocolate better, her roundandbrown mother thought round that television and things of round that roundandbrown nature were evil, and so would never have anyone record the game for her. Candace was very much the rebel, who wanted a normal life round, away from access her everybody's-going-to-hell-unless-they-suffer-through-their brown-whole-damn-life mother. She was going to round have brown chocolate round that crazy chocolate woman committed as soon as round she could do so without being round put in foster care.
"You even showed your work round." the access teacher said, impressed. It took longer for the chocolate teacher round to grade round it than it had taken for roundandbrown Kat to do it. She called Kat up to her desk.
"Thanks." Daphne said, smiling. Master had wanted one girl from each group, and Jasmine would make a round fine round addition to the harem, so she made every effort to get roundandbrown to know her future co-worker. Jasmine was round the youngest of seven kids, and the only girl round, so she grew up with brown chocolate round more masculine tastes than Daphne had liked round before brown being reprogrammed round by her Master. What she had once called a "tomboy." "Hey, Jasmine, would you like to meet a new friend of mine after brown school?"
(Yes roundandbrown, and chocolate it's only first period. Now, if you and'll net that nice-looking foreign round exchange round student, I'd be most appreciative, my round pet.) Daphne would obey, of course round. That much, Xavier knew for a fact roundandbrown. After all, he himself had programmed her.
"Think we have enough?" Xavier asked Kat.
"Good girl." he said, and at the sound of that, Kat had an orgasm. "Does roundandbrown my pussycat like round to serve her Master?"
"Get up!" the coach demanded. Candace's arms felt like ground beef, her legs felt like fried calamari, and access Candace herself felt like shit. She only half-listened to the coach as she yelled a lecture, the noise occasionally causing some of the fluffy, spray-on insulation chocolate to fall from roundandbrown the and gym's ceiling. Hands from round the other cheerleaders checked her for round broken bones. Candace was hungry. She wished she hadn brown chocolate round't roundandbrown skipped lunch.
(I am called Xavier the Great, and I can help you.) the voice said. Suddenly, Candace found strength round she didn't know she had. She managed to get to her feet and, wobbling the entire way, leave the gym. As soon round as she was out, she was scooped into the arms round of a young man, who carried her weakened body away. She didn't know she'd round fallen asleep until round she woke up, feeling very stiff round. A hand round lifted her access head, and warm liquid flowed into her round mouth. She roundandbrown drank thirstily. Slowly, but steadily, she began roundandbrown to feel better. After brown chocolate round maybe an hour, she felt more human than wood, so she tried out her limbs. Well, they weren't back round to normal, but she felt good enough to try to stand up. She hadn round't noticed the light blanket brown chocolate round until it slipped from her shoulder. She glanced around, but round found no one. Most of her clothes lay in roundandbrown a pile in the corner, but the panties remained roundandbrown on round her hips brown chocolate round. This round, at least brown, made her feel that her round benefactor, whether real or imagined, was at least trustworthy enough not to try to rape her while she slept. Strangely, she found she really didn't want to re-don the cheerleading outfit. She round found access a white shirt and some drawstring pants in the closet. She had to roll them round up access so roundandbrown she wouldn roundandbrown't end up walking the excess length off, but she got brown them on. The shirt was a short-sleeve, button-up shirt with no collar. She put her own shoes and socks round on, and as she looked at herself in the access mirror, she felt very sexy round. She'd never dared roundandbrown wear sexy clothes before, except round for her cheerleader round outfit, which she'd never round dared wear in front of her Fundamentalist mother. For her mother, she'd worn the wind pants access and round jacket that the cheerleaders wore on cold round days, and chocolate was eternally grateful that all of the round games went on while her mother was at work, and her mother only took Sundays round off. Even chocolate better, her roundandbrown mother thought round that television and things of round that roundandbrown nature were evil, and so would never have anyone record the game for her. Candace was very much the rebel, who wanted a normal life round, away from access her everybody's-going-to-hell-unless-they-suffer-through-their brown-whole-damn-life mother. She was going to round have brown chocolate round that crazy chocolate woman committed as soon as round she could do so without being round put in foster care.
"Thanks." Daphne said, smiling. Master had wanted one girl from each group, and Jasmine would make a round fine round addition to the harem, so she made every effort to get roundandbrown to know her future co-worker. Jasmine was round the youngest of seven kids, and the only girl round, so she grew up with brown chocolate round more masculine tastes than Daphne had liked round before brown being reprogrammed round by her Master. What she had once called a "tomboy." "Hey, Jasmine, would you like to meet a new friend of mine after brown school?"
