 The rustling sound outside her window an hour sporterotica later didn't wake her sporterotica, and neither did sporterotica the tiny red dot that moved over her dresser, across the door, and down the wall to find her sleeping body. As the window slid sporterotica upward in its tracks, all she did was shift slightly as the sound of passing cars entered the room sporterotica.
 She would be sleeping sporterotica even more soundly, now.
 The silhouette, visible now sporterotica as a movies female form, knelt on one knee sporterotica, and very gently, as if Maria were sporterotica capable of waking movies, lifted her sporterotica sleeping head and placed what could sporterotica now be seen as a light framework sporterotica helmet over it. As if sporterotica tending to sporterotica a child, one hand held Maria's head up sporterotica while the other sporterotica continued its work.
 After nearly another sporterotica hour, she sat up slowly, stretched, and went sporterotica into the bathroom sporterotica. She gazed at herself in the mirror, casting sporterotica a critical eye on her sporterotica appearance. Definitely something wrong.
 "God, Maria sporterotica, I don't know what I was thinking."
 Veronica's fingers danced over the control panel sporterotica, keying in the sequence to sporterotica route the video signal to the control sporterotica room monitors sporterotica.
 "Yes."
 "Immediately, Andrea sporterotica. What will these protocols do?"
 "As you desire sporterotica, Andrea."
 "Andrea sporterotica rising," said a tinny, female voice.
 "Good girl. Return sporterotica to your bedroom sporterotica. It sporterotica's time to train."
 Normally, Thelma hated the intercom interruptions, but a call from sporterotica Sylvia was a welcome respite from what sporterotica was proving to be a sporterotica difficult sporterotica day.
 "I'll take it, Tim. Thanks."
 With a slight hesitation, Sylvia sporterotica answered, "Um... nooooo, I sporterotica, um, don't think that's likely to happen, Mom sporterotica. That's part of the news sporterotica I'm calling about. I mean sporterotica, you might not like it so much."
 "Don't 'honey' me, Mom. It's just not where my head is at. I sporterotica don't need sporterotica... or want... a boyfriend."
 Carefully keeping her sporterotica voice from shaking, she finally said, "Honey, I know this is big, and I have... I sporterotica'm sorry, my mind drifted for a second. I have an advisor waiting on me, and besides, the phone isn't the sporterotica place to talk about this. How about... maybe dinner? I have... let me sporterotica see sporterotica... Thursday evening sporterotica open sporterotica... but I've got to run right sporterotica now..."
 After a few minutes, she managed to stifle her tears, and called Tim into her sporterotica office sporterotica. He promptly entered, and, sensing his boss's unease sporterotica, he asked, "Is there anything I can do, Governor?"
 "Dinner movies Thursday sporterotica with Sylvia and sporterotica... and..." Thelma sporterotica knew she needed to find out more about this sporterotica before then... it sporterotica just wasn't making sense. And she only had two places sporterotica to start. Phil Cameron, and this sporterotica new company with sporterotica which Sylvia seemed so sporterotica enamoured.
 "The company CEO, Andrea Johannsen, has been trying to get an appointment with you for sporterotica over movies a sporterotica month."
 "And?"
 Phil had provided no sporterotica insights sporterotica. He quite plainly had been devastated sporterotica, and sporterotica Thelma found that she just didn sporterotica't movies have words to say. He was as confused as she was sporterotica, and after a halting, uncomfortable and apologetic conversation, she had hung up the phone with even more questions than before movies.
 She hoped that the meeting with Andrea Johannsen would sporterotica at least give some indication of this topsy-turvy turn in Sylvia's life. She sporterotica stood as Tim announced the arrival of her guest, and smiled in diplomatic welcome as Ms. Johannsen entered the large office.
 "I'm sure it doesn't hurt that I recruited your daughter away from a lucrative position sporterotica and an incredibly sporterotica bright future."
 "I sporterotica can assure you, your daughter's future is in good hands. And so is the movies future of the state, if I sporterotica have the good fortune of assisting you."
 Thelma considered her reply for a moment sporterotica. This was certainly not what she sporterotica had expected, and it was getting her no sporterotica closer to solving sporterotica the mystery of Sylvia's overnight change of sexual orientation sporterotica. Instead of sporterotica answers, she was getting a sales pitch, albeit a fascinating one.
 "Be a dear and sporterotica take a sporterotica picture of us with Ms. Johannsen sporterotica's camera?"
 Andrea walked up to sporterotica Thelma, looking directly into her motionless smiling face and eyes. "The mind-lock sporterotica is interesting, isn't sporterotica it, Thelma dear. Your daughter thought sporterotica so, too. Seeing, hearing everything, but sporterotica retaining nothing for more than a few short minutes. Well, fifteen, to be exact."
 She walked over to sporterotica her sporterotica large handbag that was still sitting near the sofa sporterotica, and pulled sporterotica out a sporterotica palmtop computer and what sporterotica looked initially like a slightly irregularly shaped, bright metallic arc.
 She reached sporterotica slightly upward to sporterotica press the activator on sporterotica the Trainer sporterotica, took a step back, and started sporterotica a program on her tiny computer.
 Thelma let sporterotica her head fall back and breathed heavily. "... right..."
 Thelma sporterotica's body tensed as sporterotica Andrea activated the Trainer again. Personal indoctrination was not usually necessary, but this one needed to be both strong and subtle.
 Thelma smiled slightly. "Mmmm Andrea."
 "That's right. She loved you deeply, Thelma, but now sporterotica she knows what sporterotica a sporterotica conniving little sporterotica bitch you've been. She sporterotica was so hurt. Last night, I allowed her to forget sporterotica about you sporterotica completely, while we sporterotica made love for simply hours. You should see how happy she is sporterotica."
 "Ye-yes sporterotica..."
 "Yours, Andrea... I have to prove sporterotica..."
 "You've done well, slut-boy... and as much as sporterotica I hate to admit it, you deserve a reward.
 "Segment Two complete," came a voice through sporterotica the speaker in the sporterotica control sporterotica room. Veronica smiled. That would be Dana. She let her mind wander back in lust for a moment to the mild, slightly tart taste of the recently trained femslut.
 Veronica flipped a switch and spoke into the sporterotica microphone sporterotica, her voice carrying through the sporterotica wires and emerging from the tiny earbuds that were not presently visible under the vixen's lovely hair sporterotica.
 She sporterotica saw the picture of sporterotica her fiance change... it almost looked like he was turning to face her... breathing... in relief against the screen, as if the image were not far sporterotica away, but directly on her eyes... and movies she moaned as she was overcome sporterotica with the sporterotica tidal wave of emotion sporterotica crashing sporterotica down every sporterotica barrier inside her.
 "You did very , very well, Ramona."
 "Do you want to make love to her?"
 Veronica smiled as she watched the information sporterotica flow into sporterotica the computer for processing. The tone had been set, and now sporterotica, all there was to do was wait for the cycle to end . She picked up the phone, and dialed an sporterotica extension.
 Ramona felt incredible rage blast through her brain at the suggestion. How dare these people imply that she would ever kill someone... she would ever... A look of temporary confusion came over Ramona's face, followed by a physical jerk, and then a look of cold sporterotica certainty. How dare these people imply that she would ever shirk her responsibility and disobey.
 She brought up the next slide, a picture of Robert Morgan, Ramona's sporterotica fiance.
 "Yes, your fiance. How exactly do you feel about him?"
 "I suppose I love him."
 "You suppose ? Maybe you should look at that for a moment." Veronica pressed yet sporterotica another sporterotica button on her panel. "I mean, how do you really feel about him, deep sporterotica inside sporterotica?"
 "The sporterotica waste of bitchflesh I sporterotica'm going to kill," answered Ramona, with no sporterotica external stimulation sporterotica at all.
 ... a light sporterotica that was beyond the reach of darkness and would continue, for the rest of her days, to sporterotica eclipse the sun...
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The Sporterotica Yesmaster
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Against Her Will Sporterotica
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