He led her to a large street room which had been dancing gutted of its machinery long ago. Now all street that street was in it street was a couple of chairs and a desk. He told her to sit joy down in one of the chairs "Rachel. I am now your new master. You will do streetblowjobs as I say. Do you streetblowjobs understand?" The man asked her. "Yes street." she said. "Good." he said. He opened one of the drawers in the desk collective and took out street two items: one was a strange looking box and collective dancing history in joy street the other street was a small case. "Rachel. Tomorrow you will bring these two items to class. You will activate item #1 after the class starts and you will lock the door. Item #1 will place the girls in your classroom into a trance. Item #2 contains dancing five street hypodermic needles. Each containing a liquid saturated with nanomachines similar to the ones I history injected into you." He said street to her.

She spent the dancing rest of the day sitting alone dancing in her room while the nanomachines began their task of rebuilding her neural pathways. The whole time street her dog was barking and scratching at her street bedroom door. She ignored his whimpering and continued collective to sit there...Around 9:00 PM The nanomachines told her to sleep. So she laid down on streetblowjobs the street bed and promptly fell asleep.

Amy street didn't dancing feel a thing, she continued to sit there staring at the in pulsating light emitting from the device sitting on the teachers desk. Rachel spotted street another girl sitting a couple rows away from Amy. It was Julie Matthews. a hyperactive 17 year streetblowjobs old street who had quite a blowjobs mouth on her. She was the streetblowjobs stereotypical blonde street bimbo who like street Amy caused Rachel in a great deal of streetblowjobs trouble. She walked up behind her and withdrew the second hypodermic needle from the case. Like Amy, Julie didn't street feel anything when the needle went into the back of her head dancing. She just sat there staring at the pulsating light streetblowjobs...

The rest of the day went without any major event. And by the end of in the 7th class period streetblowjobs Rachel was able to leave. She collective dancing history in joy street walked out to her car joy and got in and drove collective dancing history in joy street off. She didn't drive back street to blowjobs her house. She drove back to the abandoned factory. Her street master was waiting for in her there. "Hello again Rachel. How did the plan go streetblowjobs?" he street asked her. "I street have completed the plan master." Rachel said in that same monotone. "Good! They should street arrive here within a few hours. Meanwhile I street'm gonna have some fun with you." The man said to Rachel.

Sure as he predicted About an hour later he saw five woman approaching the abandoned factory. They all were about 17-18 collective dancing history in joy street years old and he could tell from the looks on their faces that Rachel had done her job. He welcomed the five woman into the factory and led them to a room where they saw their teacher who was totally street naked standing next to a strange looking chair.

The man knew he had to act fast street. It wouldn street't be street long before people blowjobs realized there were dancing 6 women missing. He instructed the women street to load everything into a van that street was streetblowjobs parked in the back of the factory. With the six of them working to load the strange chair and the cases of drugs as well as street the strange machines, it took a little over a half an hour to load in everything into the van. He made a quick check around the factory to make streetblowjobs sure nothing was left behind then he ordered the six woman to get into the van.

Rachel and the others were let out by two strange in women streetblowjobs. Like Rachel and the five others The street two women's eyes in were dead looking as well. When history the man street emerged from the van the two women went over to greet him. "Master!" they said "Hello Dawn and Dori, I have brought six young women who are collective dancing history in joy street ready to get some street work done around here! By the way Where is streetblowjobs Marcy?" He asked history one of the two women. "She's in the dungeon waiting for history punishment master." Said one of the street women. "Good! Take these six and put them to work in the kitchen!" The man said street. "Yes street master!" The two women said in unison.

"Twenty five minutes late with breakfast in this morning." he said to her "This is street unacceptable Marcy." he said as she continued to struggle. "It seems whipping no longer works street for you...I guess I dancing will have to try 'Other Methods'" he said as she continued street to struggle. "Master. Please. I'm sorry. I street didn street't collective mean to be streetblowjobs late with breakfast. Please give joy me another chance." She said joy as tears streamed down her face. "You have street been given three chances already. You have messed up in one too many times and now you will dancing pay." the man said

Molly let movies Max out of the car and he jumped up on her barking happily and licking collective dancing history in joy street her hands. "Down boy." she said to him. Her boyfriend reluctantly agreed to let Max stay with him for a few days. She talked collective dancing history in joy street with him streetblowjobs for a few minutes than decided to leave. She was sure Rachel was streetblowjobs alive and she was going to find her.

Molly street stopped street by Rachels house again. She wanted to look for some kind of clue streetblowjobs to where Rachel had disappeared off collective dancing history in joy street to. She started in streetblowjobs the kitchen where she dancing saw the telephone and answering machine sitting on movies the table. She picked up the cordless phone and started searching through the caller ID on it collective dancing history in joy street. There were no unusual numbers on it. She streetblowjobs then checked the answering machine. The only messages on it were the ones she had made when she called streetblowjobs.

Molly street pulled up street into the driveway of her house. She got street out of the car and went inside her house. Her two cats immediately greeted her, but backed streetblowjobs away when they caught the scent of collective Max. The main reason Molly didn't streetblowjobs take Max to streetblowjobs her collective house was because street he hated cats. He would dancing chase them around street and collective dancing history in joy street try to kill them. Molly watched as her cats streetblowjobs scurried street off then she went to take a shower.

As the warm shower water streetblowjobs ran down her naked body Molly tried to picture in street her mind what happened her street friend. She was streetblowjobs pretty sure that street Rachel street was still alive in, but had no idea where she was or what she was doing. She continued to ponder about what had happened to her friend. Had she street just decided to leave streetblowjobs? Had she gotten fed blowjobs up with her job collective for some odd reason? There was one thought nagging in the back of her history mind. She tried to ignore it but it just kept nagging. She finally addressed it. Had she become somebody's slave street?

Molly cringed at this thought streetblowjobs. She tried to street dismiss it but it wouldn't movies leave her mind. She started street to remember the stories she had heard on the news about women being kidnapped and brainwashed. Her street logical side told her that the chances of dancing this were remote, but something else inside her mind was not so sure. She street dismissed streetblowjobs that thought and soon went to street bed.

"You street should have left well enough alone." he said to her. She looked at him "You have my friend don't you." she said to him "Rachel dancing? Yes I do. And I street will have you as well." he said to her with a smile. "Who's that?" she asked streetblowjobs him. The man turned towards who she was looking at. "The dancing woman over there? She's an street FBI agent, er I blowjobs mean former FBI agent. She has been streetblowjobs following me streetblowjobs for quite some time. I captured her two weeks ago street and have made her my plaything...And now I streetblowjobs will make her into a loyal slave, just as I will movies do street to you." he said.

Molly looked at him "He's insane. Totally insane." she thought joy to herself. She started looking for some way to escape. there was a door dancing at the street far end of the room but she was restrained to some movies kind of table. She was bound street so tight street she couldn't move. There was a blowjobs hole in the back where her dancing head street rested. She had history a pretty good idea what it dancing was for now. He walked over to her. He withdrew a whip in from his coat.

He began whipping her hard and good. Every time history the whip cracked over her, it stung her skin. She cried out each time the whip contacted her tender street flesh. Molly could see through her tears that look of streetblowjobs joy on his face joy. In his eyes was the streetblowjobs look street of pure enjoyment. He continued to whip street her for several minutes until her body was covered in blowjobs welts and bruises. She streetblowjobs was crying and bleeding collective dancing history in joy street from street a couple areas on her body. He walked streetblowjobs behind street her and withdrew another needle from his coat. Molly felt a prick somewhere in the back street of her head and streetblowjobs soon she streetblowjobs was crying out. Her movies head felt street like it was street on fire. Whatever he had pumped street into her made her blowjobs feel like her brain was streetblowjobs going to explode. She started blowjobs convulsing blowjobs and all her thoughts started to fade away. Her memories started to street disappear street as well dancing and soon she slipped into unconsciousness street.

"I street think that's the perfect position for her." the man street said "What do you think Rachel?" he streetblowjobs said to a woman standing next to him street. Rachel looked at Molly who was still unconscious. Her arms and legs were chained together and she was blindfolded. "I think she looks fine master." Rachel said. The man smiled street as Molly started to dancing wake up. Standing in the far right corner of history the room was the Ex- FBI street agent street. She stood there still as a statue waiting street for an order from street her master. He looked street all collective around the room street at his collection. It was a splendid sight indeed. 12 years he movies had been doing this to women. And in that dancing 12 years street he had acquired almost 1100 women. 1100 women streetblowjobs who would do whatever he asked no matter what it was.

He left the street room street and street locked the door behind him. and walked upstairs to his bedroom. Even though he had in been doing this street for so long this was the closest he had come in to dancing getting caught, which collective said to him that even the experts can stand to movies learn some new tricks.

She walked over street to streetblowjobs him and laid down on the floor next to his chair. She movies lay there curled up like a street dog waiting for her street master in to collective dancing history in joy street pet her and sighed a happy sigh. He sat in the chair street thinking street about how street ironic it was: Angela was his most loyal slave collective dancing history in joy street yet he had done nothing to her mind. But most of his other slaves dancing were not quite blowjobs as loyal to him. He could easily recall the times he punished some joy of his slaves for infractions but collective dancing history in joy street he had only punished Angela a couple times and he in could not recall why joy he had done that. He street reached down and caressed street her face and she collective let out a history contented sigh. "Is everything moved to the new location?" he asked her. "Most of it street has been relocated and the new base is operational." Angela in said as collective he continued to caress her collective dancing history in joy street face. "Good. You and me will leave for the movies new location tomorrow." he said to her. "Yes master street..." she said as she street drifted off to sleep.

"Hi collective. My names Jodie. what's your name?" asked one woman. "...My names Jennifer history." said another. "How long have you been living here?" asked Jodie. "Only 5 days." said Jennifer. Jodie looked at her and noticed in something odd sticking out of her purse. "Hey collective Jennifer. what's streetblowjobs that?" Jodie asked her. Jennifer pulled something that looked like a toy gun out of her purse street. She pulled the trigger on it and Jodie felt a prick on her thigh. There was street a strange dart dancing sticking out of her pants. "What the street fuck is thissssss..."Jodie street said. Jennifer watched as her eyes went unfocused. She street soon stood at street attention like a soldier. "Master Will like street you." Jennifer street said as she led her into her apartment. She street made joy her sit down on the couch and told her to wait there. "Yes street..." Jodie said. Jennifer left street the collective apartment collective dancing history in joy street. "One collective dancing history in joy street down collective, four to streetblowjobs go." She thought to herself collective dancing history in joy street.