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 There theorgymachine was a theorgymachine slight hiss theorgymachine from a canister , followed by theorgymachine a gentle theorgymachine mist that fell down theorgymachine over her Maria 's face theorgymachine, visible only as it passed theorgymachine through the small streaks of light that were otherwise unseen theorgymachine except as spots on the floor.
 Finally, a theorgymachine transparent one-piece theorgymachine visor was snapped quietly into place in front of her closed eyes, and a small, one-inch flexible theorgymachine antenna was attached theorgymachine to the harness theorgymachine near the top of her head. Reaching to the base of the antenna, a finger lightly pressed a small button theorgymachine with a slight snick of contact all.
 In all Maria's room, the LED of the antenna had already turned theorgymachine green and theorgymachine steady theorgymachine.
 She pressed the button all at the front of theorgymachine the antenna as she walked back theorgymachine to her bedroom, releasing her Trainer, and she threw theorgymachine it theorgymachine on the theorgymachine bed. Looking through theorgymachine the top drawer of her dresser, she theorgymachine smiled as theorgymachine she found what she was looking theorgymachine for.
 "Funny, me too. You like?"
 She theorgymachine picked up a bar of soap and placed it on the plate. Bringing theorgymachine it back to the table, she doused it in hand lotion and set it theorgymachine down in theorgymachine front of her friend. "Bon appetit theorgymachine, mon amie," she said theorgymachine, bowing with a flourish.
 "God, Maria, I don all't know what I was all thinking theorgymachine."
 Dana smiled gently to herself as she noticed Maria's brown-eyed theorgymachine stare.
 Veronica felt theorgymachine her heart beat wildly at the unexpected voice theorgymachine behind her theorgymachine.
 "Sometimes, personal theorgymachine subservience is theorgymachine not the theorgymachine best theorgymachine indicator of theorgymachine successful programming."
 "Always, Veronica, always theorgymachine."
 Thelma was taken aback. Phil and theorgymachine Sylvia had theorgymachine been dating for two years, and just theorgymachine a few theorgymachine nights theorgymachine ago he had quietly theorgymachine taken Thelma aside to see how she felt about the possibility of gaining a son-in-law. "But, honey..."
 "Don't 'honey' me, Mom. It's just not where my head is at. I don theorgymachine't theorgymachine need... or want... a boyfriend."
 Thelma felt her political convictions theorgymachine about the rights of consenting adults conflict with the aspirations she had for her daughter, and with what, deep inside, she theorgymachine felt was normal theorgymachine and not normal.
 Carefully keeping her voice from shaking, she finally said, "Honey, I all know this is big, and theorgymachine I have... I'm theorgymachine sorry, my mind drifted for a second. I have an advisor waiting on me, and theorgymachine besides, the phone isn't theorgymachine the place to talk theorgymachine about this. How about theorgymachine... maybe dinner? I have... let me see... Thursday evening open... but I theorgymachine've got to run right now..."
 "Sure Mom, Thursday night theorgymachine is good for me. Listen theorgymachine. Everything theorgymachine will be theorgymachine fine. I love you," said Sylvia, waiting briefly for theorgymachine a response that didn't come, before hanging up.
 "Make it. Tomorrow morning. Ten o'clock."
 Thelma got herself a cup of coffee from a small theorgymachine silver service in the corner of the room , and came back to sit in a chair opposite this mysterious woman. She had hoped that all seeing theorgymachine Ms theorgymachine. Johannsen might bring a sense of normalcy to the last twenty theorgymachine-four theorgymachine hours, but theorgymachine it simply theorgymachine was not the case theorgymachine.
 The woman was in her late twenties, perhaps five-foot-five, but the black platform theorgymachine high-heeled boots theorgymachine she theorgymachine wore brought her up to nearly six feet. She was theorgymachine conservatively theorgymachine dressed otherwise, at theorgymachine least at theorgymachine first glance, but her clothes exuded a theorgymachine kind of seductive grace that was at once theorgymachine disturbing and theorgymachine intimidating.
 Her immaculate pageboy blonde hair and piercing light blue eyes theorgymachine were striking, to say the least, but rather than giving her an austere look, they simply added to her seemingly boundless natural elegance.
 'Charming and incredibly frank,' she thought, once the theorgymachine initial embarrassment had passed. "Well, yes, actually, that fact did pique all my interest. I do have a certain... maternal theorgymachine concern. May I ask exactly what theorgymachine your company does, Ms. Johannsen?"
 Thelma considered her reply for a moment. This was certainly theorgymachine not what she had expected , and it was getting her no theorgymachine closer to solving the mystery theorgymachine of theorgymachine Sylvia's overnight change of sexual orientation. Instead of theorgymachine answers, she was getting a sales theorgymachine pitch , albeit a fascinating one.
 "Well, Ms. Johannsen... Andrea, I must theorgymachine tell you that it sounds impressive, and you certainly have theorgymachine the tenacity to accomplish theorgymachine your goals. If you theorgymachine like, you can leave information with my admin and I'll see if we can all give you a list of projects on which you may be interested in bidding. That's about all I can theorgymachine do at the moment without further theorgymachine information. Unless theorgymachine, of course theorgymachine, there's something else you'd like to talk about theorgymachine."
 "Be theorgymachine a dear and take a picture of us with Ms. Johannsen's camera theorgymachine?"
 Thelma took Andrea's hand and put other all arm around theorgymachine Andrea's shoulder in a well theorgymachine-practiced political pose. She looked at her guest for a theorgymachine moment and then faced theorgymachine the camera, smiling widely. She didn't notice theorgymachine as theorgymachine Andrea tightly closed her eyes.
 "Say, 'PAC Money!'" quipped Tim as he pressed the button theorgymachine.
 "Nicely done, slut-boy. Now go back out and make sure we aren't disturbed. I'll theorgymachine let theorgymachine you know when we're done."
 She watched the progress, her hand unconsciously reaching up to theorgymachine fondle her breast. She moaned slightly, her tongue gently moistening her lips, as Thelma's arm dropped and her eyes widened.
 "Thelma theorgymachine... wake up. Thelma theorgymachine."
 "Wha-?"
 "More than theorgymachine even yourself. But you already knew that theorgymachine."
 Thelma let theorgymachine her head theorgymachine fall theorgymachine back and breathed heavily. "... right..."
 "Show me. Lick my slick, sweet cunt."
 Andrea's legs theorgymachine bucked as she ground her hot slit into Thelma's enthusiastic lips and tongue... head shaking, rasping breath making nonsense noises and almost-words... until finally.... with a last heave of her breasts... the motion slowed theorgymachine... and stopped.
 "Harden," she whispered.
 "Segment Two complete," came a voice through all the speaker in the theorgymachine control room. Veronica smiled. That would be Dana. She let her mind wander back in lust for a theorgymachine moment to the mild, slightly tart theorgymachine taste of theorgymachine the recently theorgymachine trained femslut.
 Besides theorgymachine, she loved the next theorgymachine part. She realized that before too long, she would probably love this part, too.
 "Watch the screen, Ramona."
 "Whatever."
 Again, the theorgymachine computer recorded theorgymachine the information.
 The theorgymachine speed began to increase as the computer recorded only the new pathways, and skipped what had already been recorded... her favorite foods, religious icons, lovers , friends... even the cars she loved to drive. Feelings of love, care, nurturing, trust, longing, lust theorgymachine, happiness, excitement, adoration, worship... everything was captured and compressed, strengthened by Ramona theorgymachine's decreasing resistance and increasing senses theorgymachine and theorgymachine emotions.
 Ramona's theorgymachine eyes theorgymachine began flitting over the theorgymachine screen as the images came and went so fast that Veronica could theorgymachine only see a blurred light show... and then, with a short theorgymachine beep theorgymachine, the computer theorgymachine signaled that it had recorded every theorgymachine pathway at least ten times with no new pathways noted.
 There was a line of slick drool coming from the corner of the girl theorgymachine's theorgymachine mouth.
 "You did very, very well, Ramona."
 "It'll be a cold day in Hell..."
 "No," answered Ramona without theorgymachine thinking.
 "Do you know what this theorgymachine is?"
 "Hello, Maria," she said into the phone. "I have a theorgymachine couple of hours, and I have theorgymachine something I theorgymachine want to theorgymachine show you... no, not the theorgymachine new theorgymachine recruit... this is more... personal. Vulva Delecta. ...Yes, pretty theorgymachine Maria theorgymachine... that's much better, femslut... mmmm feel the all desire and obedience burning in you... succumb to theorgymachine the theorgymachine sensations... obey theorgymachine your lust... obey your theorgymachine Training... I'll be waiting in the control room theorgymachine."
 "Ummmm it theorgymachine's... my mother? I think?" said Ramona, creasing her brow as she theorgymachine concentrated theorgymachine.
 "Not at all. Just wanted to be theorgymachine sure. We theorgymachine plan to theorgymachine kill this woman," Veronica lied.
 As she began to writhe her hips and moan, Veronica encouraged her, "Yes, that's right... such a slut... so good... mmmm let it overtake you... and this is just where we begin theorgymachine..."
 Veronica gradually reduced theorgymachine the signal. Slowly theorgymachine Ramona recovered, and sighed, "Mmmmm, do that again..."
 "God... anything," Ramona panted theorgymachine.
 Veronica, as promised, gave Ramona theorgymachine another dose theorgymachine of programmed orgasm, similar in body, but a hundred times more powerful in the girl's mind. She watched as Ramona bucked and quaked, her resistance theorgymachine to suggestion lowered further, her corruption becoming easier with theorgymachine every passing second.
 "You suppose? Maybe you theorgymachine should look theorgymachine at that for a moment theorgymachine." Veronica pressed yet another button on theorgymachine her panel theorgymachine. "I mean, how theorgymachine do theorgymachine you really feel about him, deep inside?"
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