More confident, Jerry fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines wandered the campus, feeling a secret exaltation at being able to literally read minds. With the Amp, he could penetrate the thoughts of anyone fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines within fucking the device's range. Surface thoughts pictures, deep thoughts, emotions, everything.
Reading her mind was fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines easy since there were no others nearby to generate 'background noise'. Jerry stood for a few minutes, rummaging fucking through fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines her thoughts and desires without her knowledge. Then he took a deep breath and thumbed fucking the button on the Amp labeled "transmit".
Jerry explored Bonnie's fucking mind and body deeply and completely fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines. Soon he knew fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines her fucking more intimately than any man had ever known fucking any fucking woman; she had no sexy secrets from him, could have no secrets from him. Bonnie's mind was violated more thoroughly than her body. Under sexy the power of the Amp, her mind was altered, transformed, and remodeled to fucking Jerry's whim.
She awoke on fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines Monday as Jerry's helpless and devoted sex slave pictures. She was deeply pictures in love with him, had always loved fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines him, and could not imagine any other situation. She was obedient; submissive fucking and eager to do anything her Master desired. She knew how he'd altered her pictures; she was fully aware fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines that her condition was artificial, but sexy she fucking loved it, and fucking simply could not even think of resisting him or disobeying.
"Susie? Hi. Can you come over? Oh, nothing much...but I've got something you've got to see. OK, I'll be fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines here...bye."
"Brenda? It's Bonnie. Can you drop by? It's not important pictures, but I want to share something fucking with you. OK fucking. Bye."
"Excellent fucking, slave. Go and unlock the front door . Then you may pass the time fucking while we wait for Brenda by licking my cock."
And Bonnie spent twenty minutes, sweetly and gently licking and sucking pictures. When Brenda knocked, Bonnie looked fucking up pictures at her owner.
Brenda walked right in and fucking stopped, stunned by fucking the scene before her --because Bonnie was still servicing Jerry's cock. Jerry looked up at her and smiled.
Brenda fucking, still holding her skirt up (as she had not been commanded to lower it) said heatedly, "Let me go, you creep. I don't know what you've done to Bonnie, but you'd better sexy not lay a paw on me. I'll fucking never do anything to help you, and I'll do anything I can to save Bonnie from pictures you fucking."
"Hmmm. Sure. Why not? Go ahead, talk to Bonnie; try to reason with her. If you can pictures convince her, make her see that this is wrong, I'll let you both go."
Jerry reached out and touched her forehead. The power of the Amp surged forth. And Brenda became as Bonnie, a willing and loving slave fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines.
Jerry again wandered the campus; this time, not as an observer but as a predator on the prowl. He used the Amp repeatedly, and each use increased his skill and pictures control.
She showed no surprise fucking at seeing a strange man seemingly appear fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines out fucking of fucking thin air, nor any embarassment at her state of undress before him fucking, or even any shock that a male fucking was at fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines large in the girls' locker room. All this seemed perfectly normal pictures to her, courtesy of the Amp. For Laura, Jerry was instantly her beloved, and fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines she fucking was his willing slave.
With a fuckingmachines raging erection, Jerry commenced his 'review of the troops'. He slowly strolled down the hallway fucking, pausing to look over the girl or girls fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines who occupied each dorm room.
When Jennifer spotted him, she fell fucking to her knees fucking. Using his Amp, Jerry examined her mind. Her programming was perfect ; she had responded exactly as he had expected.
When Jennifer had regained conciousness fucking, she had been under fucking the total control of the bomb pictures's program. She fuckingmachines'd rushed to pack her undies and then to the airport, hurrying helplessly to his side on the first available flight. Nothing mattered to her except carrying out the commands which the device had forced into her brain. The need to fucking obey, to carry out the command to rush to him, sang and pulsed in her mind, blocking out fucking all fucking other thoughts. She still fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines wore the watch, which was now fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines dead fucking, its battery sexy spent.
Jen's pictures program had been rudimentary; little more than an fucking imperative compulsion to come to fucking him fucking. Jerry knew he would need to adjust her mind as he had the other fucking slaves. It would be fucking a pleasure. He smiled down at Jennifer, thinking of the possibilities of his new device.
Becky Wilson and her mother were fucking shopping at the mall. Becky was 18 fucking, and was exceptionally beautiful. Her legs were exceptionally long, giving fucking her a coltish grace which was extreme pictures even for a young girl. Her fucking long brown hair fucking glistened, and her soft brown eyes had an innocent and fresh puppy-dog look. Becky and fucking her mom had stopped for fucking lunch. They didn't know that Jerry had been watching them for some time. As they chattered away over lunch, they fucking didn't notice the strange fucking man approach fucking their table. When he sat down, Becky's mother fucking turned coldly pictures to pictures him, and said, "I don't recall inviting you to join us. Please fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines leave fucking our table."
Jerry fucking smiled. "I don't think so. And you should learn some manners, bitch."
"Bring your purchases home. Becky and fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines I will already be there. Tell no one what fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines you are fucking doing , or why , or anything else about fucking this ."
"Turn around--slowly."
She did. Jerry fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines began exploring her fuckingpicturesatfuckingmachines dresser. He quickly fucking found her lingerie drawer and examined each little garment fucking. Becky felt she pictures would die from embarassment. She was furious, but could not say anything.
"These are flowered white panties...I...I think pictures I pictures got them fuckingmachines at Nordstrom...I bought them 'cause I thought they looked nice against my tan..."
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