 "Lithium." Kat typed.
 "Fascinating." MindsBane wrongsideoftown replied . "Care 2 try images something better?"
 "And so I shall." the man said, then he reached his mental fingers into her mind again wrongsideoftown. She closed her eyes, and let pleasure wash over wrongsideoftown her as he secretly began to rearrange her mental processes. Suddenly nothing mattered except pleasing him. He was the wrongsideoftown be images-all and end wrongsideoftown-all of her existence. She also wrongsideoftown felt wrongsideoftown a need to submit images, to wrongsideoftown be wrongsideoftown commanded, to obey. Her body began to respond to this need by becoming sexually aroused. When she opened her eyes, she was wrongsideoftown naked, standing in the kitchen. She wrongsideoftown was cutting up bits of wrongsideoftown meat and beating them into submission wrongsideoftown with a wrongsideoftown mallot. She breaded the bits of meat and then tossed them into the frying pan, where the grease was wrongsideoftown already hot. Even though she'd never cooked before, she easily prepared wrongsideoftown steak fingers for the man who had brought her wrongsideoftown here. She brought a finished plateful to him, as he sat on the folded-out hide-a-bed, wearing no more than her. Her vagina wrongsideoftown was dripping wet, her nipples hard and peaked. Submissively she set the plate before her Master wrongsideoftown.
 Candace grunted under the weight of the other cheerleaders above her. Why couldn't she be the top of the pyramid? Why couldn't she at least wrongsideoftown be on one of the middle rows? Why did SHE have to wrongsideoftown be down here wrongsideoftown with a fatass bitch on either side, and one fashion-impaired Amazon bitch on the other wrongsideoftown end who liked to wrongsideoftown fight guys for fun and profit? The ten-person pyramid was giving her a backache . Her arms and legs were shaking wrongsideoftown. Someone up above had wrongsideoftown gained some weight. Her wrongsideoftown arms buckled. The pyramid toppled. Everyone fell on her. The coach blew that thrice-damned whistle several times wrongsideoftown, yelling for the girls to wrongsideoftown get up. Candace didn't move.
 (I am called Xavier the Great, and I can help you.) the wrongsideoftown voice said. Suddenly, Candace found strength she didn't know she had. She managed to wrongsideoftown get to her feet and wrongsideoftown, wobbling the entire way, leave wrongsideoftown the gym. As soon as she was out, she was scooped into the arms of a young man, who carried wrongsideoftown her weakened body away . She didn't know she'd fallen asleep until she woke wrongsideoftown up, feeling very wrongsideoftown stiff. A hand wrongsideoftown lifted wrongsideoftown her head, and warm liquid flowed into her mouth. She drank wrongsideoftown thirstily. Slowly, but steadily, she began to feel better. After maybe an images hour, she felt more human than wood, so she tried wrongsideoftown out wrongsideoftown her limbs. Well wrongsideoftown, they weren't back to normal wrongsideoftown, but she felt good enough to wrongsideoftown try to stand up. She hadn't noticed the light blanket until it wrongsideoftown slipped wrongsideoftown from her shoulder. She glanced around, but found wrongsideoftown no one. Most of wrongsideoftown her clothes lay in a wrongsideoftown pile in the corner, but wrongsideoftown the panties remained on wrongsideoftown her hips . This, at least, made her feel that her benefactor wrongsideoftown, whether real or imagined, was at least wrongsideoftown trustworthy wrongsideoftown enough not to try to rape her while wrongsideoftown she slept. Strangely, she found she really didn't want to re-don the cheerleading outfit. She found a white shirt and wrongsideoftown some drawstring pants wrongsideoftown in the closet. She had to wrongsideoftown roll them up so she wouldn't end wrongsideoftown up walking the excess length off, but she got them on. The shirt was a short-sleeve, button-up wrongsideoftown shirt with no collar wrongsideoftown. She put images her wrongsideoftown own wrongsideoftown shoes and socks on, and wrongsideoftown as she looked wrongsideoftown at herself wrongsideoftown in wrongsideoftown the wrongsideoftown mirror wrongsideoftown, she felt very sexy. She'd never dared wear sexy wrongsideoftown clothes before, except for her cheerleader wrongsideoftown outfit, which she'd wrongsideoftown never dared wrongsideoftown wear in front of images her wrongsideoftown Fundamentalist mother. For her mother, she'd worn the wind pants wrongsideoftown and jacket that the cheerleaders wore on cold wrongsideoftown days, and wrongsideoftown was eternally grateful that all of the wrongsideoftown games went on while wrongsideoftown her mother was at work, and her wrongsideoftown mother wrongsideoftown only took Sundays wrongsideoftown off. Even wrongsideoftown better, her mother wrongsideoftown thought that television and things of that nature were evil, and so would never have anyone wrongsideoftown record the game wrongsideoftown for wrongsideoftown her wrongsideoftown. Candace was very wrongsideoftown much the rebel, who wanted a normal life, away from her everybody's-going wrongsideoftown-to-hell-unless wrongsideoftown-they-suffer-through-their wrongsideoftown-whole-damn-life mother. She was going to have that crazy woman committed as soon as she could do so without wrongsideoftown being put in foster care.
 How rude. Daphne thought.
 "Daphne?" someone asked. She turned wrongsideoftown and found Jasmine Plaidy, one of the recipients of wrongsideoftown her notes wrongsideoftown. "I hardly recognized wrongsideoftown you without the trendy outfits."
 "I would be content to gather slaves images for you wrongsideoftown for eternity, Master, as long as I can be serving you."
 "Don't worry, pussycat, you'll wrongsideoftown be serving me for the rest of images your life--which will be pretty darn long under my control and protection." Kat squealed in delight at that thought. He kissed Kat wrongsideoftown affectionately wrongsideoftown on her forehead. He had his harem line up wrongsideoftown, naked, and wrongsideoftown he gave each of them wrongsideoftown a wrongsideoftown kiss, then dressed them all white T-shirts, blue jeans, boots, and shades. That accomplished wrongsideoftown, he parked his RV one more time, then lay down on the hide-a-bed and extended his consciousness, asserting direct control over his slaves. They were currently nothing more than extensions of his will, and his power flowed through them, as did his vengeance.
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