 "Get up." the coach demanded. Candace access's arms pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers felt like ground beef, her legs felt like fried calamari, and pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers Candace herself felt like shit. She pink only half-listened to pink the coach pinkcandyshavers as she yelled a lecture, the noise occasionally causing some of the fluffy candy, spray-on insulation to fall from the gym's ceiling. Hands from the other cheerleaders checked her for broken bones. Candace was hungry. She pink wished she pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers hadn't skipped pink lunch.
 (I am called Xavier the Great, and I can help you candy.) the voice said pinkcandyshavers. Suddenly, Candace found strength she didn't know she had. She managed to get to her feet and, wobbling the entire way, leave the pink gym . As soon as she was out, she pink was scooped into candy the arms of a young man, who carried her weakened pink body away candy. She didn pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers't access know she'd fallen asleep until she pink woke up, feeling very stiff. A hand lifted her head, and warm liquid flowed into her mouth pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers. She drank thirstily. Slowly, but steadily, she began to feel better. After maybe an hour pink, she felt more human than wood, so she tried pink out her limbs. Well, they weren't back candy to normal, but she felt good enough to try to stand up. She pink hadn't noticed pink the light blanket until it slipped from her shoulder. She glanced around, but found no pinkcandyshavers one. Most of her clothes lay candy in a pile in the corner pinkcandyshavers, but the pink panties remained on her hips. This, at least, made her pink feel that her benefactor, whether real or imagined, was at least trustworthy enough not to try to rape her pink while she slept. Strangely, she found she really didn't pink want pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers to re-don the cheerleading outfit. She found a access white shirt and some drawstring pants in the closet. She had to roll pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers them up so she wouldn't end up walking the excess length off, but pink she candy got pinkcandyshavers them on. The shirt was a short-sleeve, button-up shirt with no collar pink. She put her own shoes and candy socks on, and as she looked at pink herself in the mirror, she felt very sexy. She'd never dared wear pink sexy clothes before pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers, except for pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers her cheerleader pink outfit, which she'd never dared wear in front of her Fundamentalist mother. For her pink mother, she'd worn pink the wind pants and jacket that access the cheerleaders wore candy on cold days candy, and was pink eternally grateful that all of the games went on while her mother was at work, and pinkcandyshavers her mother only took Sundays off. Even better, her mother thought that television and things of that pink nature were evil, and so would never have anyone record the game for her. Candace was very much the rebel pink, who wanted a normal life candy, away from her everybody's-going-to -hell-unless-they-suffer-through-their pink-whole-damn pink-life mother. She was going to have that crazy woman committed as soon as she could do so without being put in foster care.
 "For the pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers same pinkcandyshavers reason you'll soon be doing pink it, Candy pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers."
 Daphne Willis glared at pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers the intruder...wait, that was Kat Nelson. Why was she showing up for pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers class ten minutes late and grinning like an idiot? Even stranger, she wasn't wearing her usual dreary black pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers outfit with black nail polish and black lipstick. She wasn't wearing any makeup whatsoever, and she was wearing a white T pink-shirt, blue jeans pink and blue sneakers. No bra. The look on her face said she was candy either high or severely oversexed, or maybe both pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers. She walked in candy, tossed her books down to the side of her desk, and sat down. The teacher had the person at the front of the row pink pass back pink a tardy sheet for her, and she signed it with candy a vibrating pen (as if her handwriting wasn't bad enough), then pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers passed it back. The teacher then handed her a test pink paper. Once she was on the task, her access concentration seemed unlimited, as pink though she were in a trance of some kind pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers. She was through in ten minutes. She took the pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers paper access right up pink to the teacher and laid it down on her desk.
 "I got your note pink. And I forgive you." Jasmine said.
 (You've done well for me, Daphne.) Master said in her head.
 Thank pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers you, Master. Daphne replied.
 "Think we have pink enough ?" Xavier asked Kat pink.
 "I would be content pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers to gather access slaves for you for eternity pink, Master, as long as I can be serving you."
 "Don't worry, pussycat, you'll be serving me pink for the rest of your life--which will pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers be pretty darn long under pink my pink control and protection." Kat pink squealed in pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers delight at that thought. He pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers kissed Kat affectionately on her forehead. He pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers had his harem line up pink, naked, and he gave each of them a kiss, then dressed them all white T-shirts, blue jeans, boots access, and shades. That accomplished, he parked his RV one more time, then lay down on the hide-a -bed candy and extended his consciousness pink, asserting pink direct control over his slaves. They were currently nothing more pinkcandyshaverspinkcandyshavers than extensions of his will, and his power flowed pink through them, as did his vengeance.
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