"We tread similar chicabonbon dark paths." MindsBane replied. "What RUN2 chicabonbon?"
"And so I shall." the man said, then he reached his mental fingers into her mind again. She closed her eyes chicabonbon, and let pleasure wash over her as he secretly began to rearrange chicabonbon her mental processes. Suddenly nothing mattered except pleasing chicabonbon him. He was the be chicabonbon-all and chicabonbon end-all of her images existence. She also felt a need to submit images, to be commanded, to obey. Her body began to respond to this need by becoming sexually aroused. When she opened her eyes, she was naked, standing in the kitchen. She chicabonbon was chicabonbon cutting up bits of meat and beating them into submission with a mallot. She chicabonbon breaded the bits chicabonbon of meat chicabonbon and then tossed them into the frying chicabonbon pan, where chicabonbon the chicabonbon grease was chicabonbon already hot. Even though she'd chicabonbon never cooked before chicabonbon, she easily prepared steak chicabonbon fingers for the man chicabonbon who had brought her here chicabonbon. She brought a finished plateful to chicabonbon him, as he sat chicabonbon on the folded-out hide-a-bed, wearing no more than her. Her vagina was chicabonbon dripping wet, her nipples hard and peaked chicabonbon. Submissively she set the plate before her Master.
"It may chicabonbon surprise you to learn, pussycat, that I'm only twenty chicabonbon years old." he told her. "Even though chicabonbon I've been working chicabonbon as chicabonbon a chicabonbon stage hypnotist for five years." Kat didn chicabonbon't look surprised, but then chicabonbon again, he had programmed her chicabonbon to accept everything he told her without chicabonbon question chicabonbon. "I was something of a child prodigy after chicabonbon my powers emerged. I graduated high school at fourteen, mostly because my chicabonbon telepathy images was so strong that I could absorb facts from all the teachers' minds. I tried a job in chicabonbon computers, but it wasn't chicabonbon my cup of tea. I couldn chicabonbon't chicabonbon use my powers in that field, because chicabonbon computers didn't have minds like humans did. I registered a stage name and got a job assisting a stage magician, but eventually I became the star attraction, gaining control over people's minds and such. Sometimes, if money was tight and I chicabonbon didn't chicabonbon make chicabonbon enough at the box office, I'd make the entire audience images empty their wallets and purses onto the stage. The job paid the bills, sure enough, and the audience chicabonbon's "donations images" couldn't be chicabonbon taken by the IRS because they chicabonbon weren't on any of the books. I images hoarded all the money I didn't use, and that's the chicabonbon only thing that's saved my chicabonbon fiscal chicabonbon butt chicabonbon on several occasions chicabonbon. A chicabonbon few days ago, your chicabonbon high school called me up and images told me that they'd pay me to do a show for the school chicabonbon, but when I chicabonbon got here, they had replaced me with somebody chicabonbon cheaper."
Candace grunted under the weight of the other cheerleaders above her chicabonbon. Why couldn't she be the top of the pyramid? Why couldn't she chicabonbon at least be on one of the middle chicabonbon rows? Why did SHE chicabonbon have to be chicabonbon down here with a fatass chicabonbon bitch on either side, and one fashion-impaired Amazon chicabonbon bitch on the other end who liked chicabonbon to fight guys for fun and profit? The ten-person pyramid was giving her a backache. Her arms and legs were shaking. Someone up above had gained some chicabonbon weight. Her arms buckled. The pyramid toppled chicabonbon. Everyone chicabonbon fell on her chicabonbon. The coach images blew images that chicabonbon thrice-damned whistle several times, yelling for chicabonbon the chicabonbon girls to get chicabonbon up. Candace didn 't move.
(I am called Xavier the Great, and I chicabonbon can help you.) the voice said. Suddenly, Candace found strength she didn chicabonbon't know she had. She managed to get to her feet and, wobbling the entire way, leave the gym. As soon as she was out chicabonbon, she was scooped into the arms of a young man, who carried her chicabonbon weakened chicabonbon body away. She chicabonbon didn chicabonbon't know she'd chicabonbon fallen asleep until she woke up, feeling very stiff. A hand lifted her head chicabonbon, and warm liquid flowed into her mouth chicabonbon. She drank thirstily images. Slowly, but steadily, she began to chicabonbon feel better. After maybe an hour, she felt more human than wood, so chicabonbon she tried out her limbs. Well, they weren't chicabonbon back to chicabonbon normal, but she felt good enough to try to stand chicabonbon up. She hadn't noticed the light blanket until it slipped chicabonbon from her shoulder. She glanced around, but found chicabonbon no one. Most of her clothes lay in a pile chicabonbon in the corner, but the panties remained on her hips. This, at chicabonbon least, made her feel that her benefactor, whether real or imagined chicabonbon, was at least trustworthy chicabonbon enough not to try to rape her chicabonbon while she slept. Strangely, she found she really didn't want to re-don the cheerleading outfit. She found a white shirt and some drawstring pants chicabonbon in the closet. She had to chicabonbon roll them chicabonbon up so she chicabonbon wouldn't end up chicabonbon walking chicabonbon the excess length off, but she got them on. The shirt chicabonbon was a short-sleeve chicabonbon, button-up shirt with chicabonbon no collar. She put images her own shoes chicabonbon and socks on, and as she looked at herself chicabonbon in the mirror, she felt images very sexy. She'd images never dared wear sexy clothes before chicabonbon, except for her cheerleader outfit chicabonbon, which she'd never dared wear in front of her Fundamentalist mother. For her mother , she'd worn the wind pants and jacket that the cheerleaders wore on cold days, and images was eternally grateful that all of the games chicabonbon went on while her mother chicabonbon was at chicabonbon work, and her mother chicabonbon only took Sundays off. Even better, her mother thought that television and things of that nature were evil, and chicabonbon so would never have anyone chicabonbon record the chicabonbon game for images her chicabonbon. Candace was very much the rebel, who wanted a normal chicabonbon life, away from her everybody chicabonbon's-going-to-hell-unless-they-suffer-through-their chicabonbon-whole-damn-life mother. She was going to have that crazy woman committed as soon as she could do so chicabonbon without chicabonbon being put in foster care.
"Now there chicabonbon's an idea." someone said. The front door came open, and Candace froze. The dark chicabonbon-haired man who chicabonbon had rescued her from chicabonbon falling facefirst on the floor stood chicabonbon there chicabonbon, smiling. Kat Nelson was behind him chicabonbon, and she was chicabonbon smiling too. That in chicabonbon itself was weird. What chicabonbon in the name of all that was holy could make a Goth chicabonbon smile? "I'm Xavier. Welcome to my humble abode ."
Daphne Willis glared at the intruder...wait, that was Kat Nelson. Why chicabonbon was she showing up for class ten minutes late and grinning like an idiot chicabonbon? Even stranger, she wasn't wearing her usual dreary black outfit with black nail polish and black chicabonbon lipstick. She wasn't wearing chicabonbon any chicabonbon makeup whatsoever, and she chicabonbon was wearing a images white chicabonbon T-shirt, blue chicabonbon jeans chicabonbon and blue sneakers chicabonbon. No bra. The look on her face images said she chicabonbon was chicabonbon either high or severely oversexed, or maybe both. She walked in, tossed her books down to chicabonbon the chicabonbon side of images her desk, and sat down. The chicabonbon teacher had the chicabonbon person at the front of the row pass back a tardy sheet chicabonbon for her, and she signed it chicabonbon with a vibrating chicabonbon pen (as if her handwriting wasn't bad enough), then passed it back chicabonbon. The teacher then chicabonbon handed her a test paper. Once she was on the task, her chicabonbon concentration seemed unlimited, as though she were in a trance of some kind. She was through in ten minutes. She took the chicabonbon paper right up to the teacher and laid it down chicabonbon on her chicabonbon desk.
"You've never seen fit to show your work, you chicabonbon've never chicabonbon studied a day chicabonbon in your life as far as I chicabonbon know, and I've never seen you concentrate chicabonbon so hard chicabonbon on ANYTHING as I chicabonbon saw you concentrate on this test, so I'm going to ask you one question: who chicabonbon are you and what have you done with Katherine Nelson?"
"Sure." Daphne said. After seventh period, they chicabonbon met up in the courtyard chicabonbon and Kat led her to the chicabonbon parking chicabonbon lot, where there was an RV parked between the two crosswalks, but not blocking chicabonbon either, which chicabonbon means it had to chicabonbon be chicabonbon about 100 feet chicabonbon long. They approached, Xavier greeted them, and Daphne was chicabonbon quickly inducted into the rapidly chicabonbon-growing harem.
"Daphne chicabonbon?" someone asked. She turned and found Jasmine Plaidy, one of the recipients of images her notes. "I hardly recognized you chicabonbon without the trendy outfits."
"I got your chicabonbon note. And I forgive you." Jasmine chicabonbon said.
"OK , meet me chicabonbon in the courtyard after seventh." she said, stopping at chicabonbon her first period class chicabonbon.
(You've done well for me chicabonbon, Daphne.) Master said in her head.
Thank chicabonbon you, Master. Daphne replied.
"It may chicabonbon surprise you to learn, pussycat, that I'm only twenty chicabonbon years old." he told her. "Even though chicabonbon I've been working chicabonbon as chicabonbon a chicabonbon stage hypnotist for five years." Kat didn chicabonbon't look surprised, but then chicabonbon again, he had programmed her chicabonbon to accept everything he told her without chicabonbon question chicabonbon. "I was something of a child prodigy after chicabonbon my powers emerged. I graduated high school at fourteen, mostly because my chicabonbon telepathy images was so strong that I could absorb facts from all the teachers' minds. I tried a job in chicabonbon computers, but it wasn't chicabonbon my cup of tea. I couldn chicabonbon't chicabonbon use my powers in that field, because chicabonbon computers didn't have minds like humans did. I registered a stage name and got a job assisting a stage magician, but eventually I became the star attraction, gaining control over people's minds and such. Sometimes, if money was tight and I chicabonbon didn't chicabonbon make chicabonbon enough at the box office, I'd make the entire audience images empty their wallets and purses onto the stage. The job paid the bills, sure enough, and the audience chicabonbon's "donations images" couldn't be chicabonbon taken by the IRS because they chicabonbon weren't on any of the books. I images hoarded all the money I didn't use, and that's the chicabonbon only thing that's saved my chicabonbon fiscal chicabonbon butt chicabonbon on several occasions chicabonbon. A chicabonbon few days ago, your chicabonbon high school called me up and images told me that they'd pay me to do a show for the school chicabonbon, but when I chicabonbon got here, they had replaced me with somebody chicabonbon cheaper."
Candace grunted under the weight of the other cheerleaders above her chicabonbon. Why couldn't she be the top of the pyramid? Why couldn't she chicabonbon at least be on one of the middle chicabonbon rows? Why did SHE chicabonbon have to be chicabonbon down here with a fatass chicabonbon bitch on either side, and one fashion-impaired Amazon chicabonbon bitch on the other end who liked chicabonbon to fight guys for fun and profit? The ten-person pyramid was giving her a backache. Her arms and legs were shaking. Someone up above had gained some chicabonbon weight. Her arms buckled. The pyramid toppled chicabonbon. Everyone chicabonbon fell on her chicabonbon. The coach images blew images that chicabonbon thrice-damned whistle several times, yelling for chicabonbon the chicabonbon girls to get chicabonbon up. Candace didn 't move.
(I am called Xavier the Great, and I chicabonbon can help you.) the voice said. Suddenly, Candace found strength she didn chicabonbon't know she had. She managed to get to her feet and, wobbling the entire way, leave the gym. As soon as she was out chicabonbon, she was scooped into the arms of a young man, who carried her chicabonbon weakened chicabonbon body away. She chicabonbon didn chicabonbon't know she'd chicabonbon fallen asleep until she woke up, feeling very stiff. A hand lifted her head chicabonbon, and warm liquid flowed into her mouth chicabonbon. She drank thirstily images. Slowly, but steadily, she began to chicabonbon feel better. After maybe an hour, she felt more human than wood, so chicabonbon she tried out her limbs. Well, they weren't chicabonbon back to chicabonbon normal, but she felt good enough to try to stand chicabonbon up. She hadn't noticed the light blanket until it slipped chicabonbon from her shoulder. She glanced around, but found chicabonbon no one. Most of her clothes lay in a pile chicabonbon in the corner, but the panties remained on her hips. This, at chicabonbon least, made her feel that her benefactor, whether real or imagined chicabonbon, was at least trustworthy chicabonbon enough not to try to rape her chicabonbon while she slept. Strangely, she found she really didn't want to re-don the cheerleading outfit. She found a white shirt and some drawstring pants chicabonbon in the closet. She had to chicabonbon roll them chicabonbon up so she chicabonbon wouldn't end up chicabonbon walking chicabonbon the excess length off, but she got them on. The shirt chicabonbon was a short-sleeve chicabonbon, button-up shirt with chicabonbon no collar. She put images her own shoes chicabonbon and socks on, and as she looked at herself chicabonbon in the mirror, she felt images very sexy. She'd images never dared wear sexy clothes before chicabonbon, except for her cheerleader outfit chicabonbon, which she'd never dared wear in front of her Fundamentalist mother. For her mother , she'd worn the wind pants and jacket that the cheerleaders wore on cold days, and images was eternally grateful that all of the games chicabonbon went on while her mother chicabonbon was at chicabonbon work, and her mother chicabonbon only took Sundays off. Even better, her mother thought that television and things of that nature were evil, and chicabonbon so would never have anyone chicabonbon record the chicabonbon game for images her chicabonbon. Candace was very much the rebel, who wanted a normal chicabonbon life, away from her everybody chicabonbon's-going-to-hell-unless-they-suffer-through-their chicabonbon-whole-damn-life mother. She was going to have that crazy woman committed as soon as she could do so chicabonbon without chicabonbon being put in foster care.
"Now there chicabonbon's an idea." someone said. The front door came open, and Candace froze. The dark chicabonbon-haired man who chicabonbon had rescued her from chicabonbon falling facefirst on the floor stood chicabonbon there chicabonbon, smiling. Kat Nelson was behind him chicabonbon, and she was chicabonbon smiling too. That in chicabonbon itself was weird. What chicabonbon in the name of all that was holy could make a Goth chicabonbon smile? "I'm Xavier. Welcome to my humble abode ."
Daphne Willis glared at the intruder...wait, that was Kat Nelson. Why chicabonbon was she showing up for class ten minutes late and grinning like an idiot chicabonbon? Even stranger, she wasn't wearing her usual dreary black outfit with black nail polish and black chicabonbon lipstick. She wasn't wearing chicabonbon any chicabonbon makeup whatsoever, and she chicabonbon was wearing a images white chicabonbon T-shirt, blue chicabonbon jeans chicabonbon and blue sneakers chicabonbon. No bra. The look on her face images said she chicabonbon was chicabonbon either high or severely oversexed, or maybe both. She walked in, tossed her books down to chicabonbon the chicabonbon side of images her desk, and sat down. The chicabonbon teacher had the chicabonbon person at the front of the row pass back a tardy sheet chicabonbon for her, and she signed it chicabonbon with a vibrating chicabonbon pen (as if her handwriting wasn't bad enough), then passed it back chicabonbon. The teacher then chicabonbon handed her a test paper. Once she was on the task, her chicabonbon concentration seemed unlimited, as though she were in a trance of some kind. She was through in ten minutes. She took the chicabonbon paper right up to the teacher and laid it down chicabonbon on her chicabonbon desk.
"Sure." Daphne said. After seventh period, they chicabonbon met up in the courtyard chicabonbon and Kat led her to the chicabonbon parking chicabonbon lot, where there was an RV parked between the two crosswalks, but not blocking chicabonbon either, which chicabonbon means it had to chicabonbon be chicabonbon about 100 feet chicabonbon long. They approached, Xavier greeted them, and Daphne was chicabonbon quickly inducted into the rapidly chicabonbon-growing harem.
"OK , meet me chicabonbon in the courtyard after seventh." she said, stopping at chicabonbon her first period class chicabonbon.
Thank chicabonbon you, Master. Daphne replied.