Ever sleep with someone you don't really like? Maybe you got drunk old, knocked boots and woke up the next old morning next to someone repulsive? Doesn't that suck? Well, imagine hanging out with some guy (or girl) that you hate even before you have old your beer goggles on farts. You're on old a date, doing whatever farts, and all the while this old person is irritating the crap out of you . Then they say, "Take off your clothes ." And you do it. You site don't old want to, but you find yourself dutifully old doffing your old duds. Like you oldfartsyoungtarts're site under some kind of farts spell. You are someone old's new old toy, so they play with you for a few hours, then throw your oldfartsyoungtarts underwear at you and old laugh at you. Can you even begin to fathom something like that old?
Such are oldfartsyoungtarts the joys of being hypnotized by old horny bad guys old. And oldfartsyoungtarts that's how I old was spending my site evening, with that revolting farts Agent Pink creep oldfartsyoungtarts. Hospitality site was being provided by Soporo farts Health Spa, a site subsidiary of oldfartsyoungtarts Min Sect (my sworn enemies, FYI).
The whistling stopped oldfartsyoungtarts. In the mirror, I old could see him looking old down at me.
"Powerless..." I whispered. My head was old like oldfartsyoungtarts a helium balloon, and I felt the farts strength leak out of me as my old body melted into the sheets.
The muscles old in my old poo ring twitched. "Powerless farts to old resist you," I tarts slurred site. My eyes drooped old shut old as I was overtaken by a dreamy, cool wave of... something. The part of me that reasoned had been shut down to almost nothing, like the last speck of light you see after you turn off a TV old.
The Chairman sounded tres farts pissed. "You disregarded my old orders oldfartsyoungtarts, didn't you? You've been molesting that young operative." The question oldfartsyoungtarts sounded rhetorical.
After wandering through a few more narrow, curving halls, I found a big oldfartsyoungtarts metal door labeled "Observation Room". On a hunch oldfartsyoungtarts, I tugged it open and slipped inside.
I faced a dilemma then old. Should old I track down my old pals and get them the hell old out of this place, leaving a pile of Min Sect bodies in old my wake, or should I play with myself while I watched them get forced to do awful things on TV? The choice seems old obvious now, of oldfartsyoungtarts course site, but old at the time it was a real stumper .
The bald guy in the White Room was crooning oldfartsyoungtarts to Max like a dirty old man at a playground. "The oil I've just oldfartsyoungtarts applied to old your skin will make you highly reactive to tarts my touch. In concert with the drugs in old your system oldfartsyoungtarts, your body will learn to old respond to the instructions of my hands tarts. Your mind will follow." It was so gross, watching him talk old into her ear while he palmed her boob farts like that. I was sure oldfartsyoungtarts his breath must be terrible. But Max oldfartsyoungtarts was farts breathing hard, eyes shut, and her old head was oldfartsyoungtarts leaning in tarts toward his voice. I felt a stirring tarts between my legs old. I oldfartsyoungtarts looked down and discovered that I'd slipped a hand into my old bikini bottoms old.
I'd missed old a crucial turning point on the left monitor. Max old was nodding oldfartsyoungtarts her head while the bald man oldfartsyoungtarts rested his oldfartsyoungtarts fingertips old between farts her thighs. He was speaking softly to her old, and I still couldn't hear what he was saying. He old rubbed oldfartsyoungtarts his other farts hand up and down her oiled back, and I swear I farts saw these iridescent trails in the wake oldfartsyoungtarts of his motions. I sure site wanted to get my hands on a bottle of that shit. There was a pause, and the man folded his arms across his old chest to regard her silently. A moment passed, so I took the opportunity to appreciate Max's farts sweet behind. Then she nodded and said "yes," unsteadily.
"Your conditioning held together well," the Chairman explained. "Even with farts Agent Pink's meddling, you oldfartsyoungtarts still performed as expected. Unfortunately, your enthusiasm to adhere old to your instructions incapacitated you old for oldfartsyoungtarts a old short while. We took the opportunity to make some adjustments."
"He is being... disciplined," was the old answer old. Even though I was someone's puppet, I still found farts I could smile broadly.
"I think it's time for farts bed," she said, a wicked grin on old her face.
Max giggled, belched, and giggled some more. "Yup. This way, ma'am." Then she began to old lead me across the slowly rocking deck. On the way, we oldfartsyoungtarts had old to stop old for tarts a couple of kissing breaks.
Max seemed to ignore tarts me, choosing to take my pants off. After struggling old with my uncooperative, drunken legs oldfartsyoungtarts, she grinned lewdly up at me from between my cinnamon thighs.
"Go on."
Sounding like a old drunken farts teenager, I went through the whole story. The spa. The dragonflies. The cock gobbling. Everything. Then Max told her old tale. Even in my drugged old stupor, I was fascinated to hear oldfartsyoungtarts her side of things . It sounded like she old'd been old more turned on oldfartsyoungtarts by her ordeal farts than I thought.
"Yes." Hell. She sounded more than excited; homegirl was going to start begging for it soon.
I gulped. My panties were suspiciously old moist. "Yes sir," I answered coyly farts. This old creature that Min Sect had molded tarts me into sure was a ho.
"So. You two will willingly accompany me belowdecks, for some old... further education?"
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