Everything went socal blue socalcoeds.

"Yes, Ms. Masumi, those are special lenses for those times when you feel... not so obedient," he explained, as if reading my thoughts socalcoeds. And he sounded like a fucking douche commercial.

The muscles in my poo ring twitched. "Powerless to resist you," I slurred. My eyes drooped shut as socalcoeds I was overtaken by a dreamy, cool wave of... something. The socalcoeds part socal of me that reasoned had been shut down to socal almost nothing, like the last speck of light socalcoeds you socalcoeds see after you turn off a TV .

"Your instructions..."

I socal could socal once again feel the foundation of what they socalcoeds'd done to socalcoeds me, in my head. A system of scaffolds access erected socal carefully around my free will socal, to socalcoeds fend off bothersome coeds decisions, tedious self-reliance. I felt cool and relaxed socal. There was nothing I could do but slip deeper into this waking dream-state.

It was too much work to answer. I could only access nod and socalcoeds wait for the end.

Agent Pink cursed under his breath socal, rose to his feet and hurried around the corner socal to his office door. I heard socal it socal open socalcoeds.

"Of course," Agent Pink responded socal. "Where could she be socal?" So full of shit. Then I heard the door close.

Stepping out socal of Pink's office, I took a random path through the compound. There socalcoeds were lots of socal people going to and fro, but no one seemed to notice me. I was disappointed - no one would tell me what to do. Then I remembered that the old man was looking for me, so socal I figured I should hang coeds out somewhere socal he was likely socalcoeds to go socalcoeds.

I slid into a socalcoeds chair and tried to pick up what was socal going on. The scene on the left socal monitor involved a blonde girl strapped to a table in an austere white room. This bald guy was rubbing some kind of oil all socal over her and she looked like she couldn't decide whether to socal like it or not. Periodically, the access angle would change. Apparently socal it was someone coeds's socal job to watch this stuff and capture the action on a few different cameras. I wanted that job.

I was lucid again, the instant I socalcoeds recognized my boss. And if Keeley was on the right socal screen, the blonde on the left had to be... Shit. My best bud Max was trapped in some bondage nightmare, while some creepy bald dude oiled her up socal. I had to find out where they both were and rescue socal them. I stood up socal, getting ready to kick out of my socal high heels and bust some heads, but the monitors held socalcoeds my attention. Then I socal realized something else access.

This constant pinging against socal the walls of my socal conditioning was wearing me out. The socalcoeds Min Sect boys who worked on me access were very smart to get at my brain through my pussy - in the end the call socalcoeds of sex was too socalcoeds strong to socal resist. My resolve was eaten away socalcoeds. They were doing the socal same thing to my friends right in socalcoeds front of me, and it was so hot I couldn't look away socalcoeds.

This guy was merciless, though . While he worked her feet with one hand, he reached under the table and produced a vibrator - some socal kind of Euro sci-fi number coeds. He socal switched socalcoeds it on, placed it between socalcoeds her thighs just out of reach of socal anything fun, and pressed her legs access together. Max whimpered, and it looked to me like she was going to crush that poor thing between her legs. He was whispering things access to her now, and I could only hear Max answer "no" every so often. Evidently socalcoeds she was still putting up a fight.

At socalcoeds which point her interrogator slid the vibrator deeply into her sex. I saw her twitch, then we both came together. I was soaked socal with socal sweat, and my ass hurt access from the way I socal was sitting in my chair. It wasn't socal fair that socal Max and Keeley had these neat things to play with coeds and all I had was my fingers socal.

Just then I head Max moan coeds "Yes sir," so I socal glanced over at the other screen. I was building to something incredible and I couldn access't figure out where to focus my attention. I was just in time to see the coeds bald guy insert a second socal vibrator into Max's ass and socal leave the socal room. I coeds remember guessing it was going to be a long night for Maxi. She socal began to wail in disbelief socalcoeds as her second climax clobbered her.

I looked at the right screen. Keeley was soaked in cum, writhing on the floor with both hands on her pussy. Her socal back was arched and her mouth worked wordlessly. And that was pretty much it socalcoeds for me.

There were three distinct screams filling the air of the observation room. That's the last thing I remember.

"Your conditioning is not an absolute, all-or-nothing affair." His cronies smiled knowing coeds little smiles. "There are degrees, depending on what is appropriate. Right now, we're having a little socal chat, because we want to socal ascertain your well being. Other times socal, we can control your every thought socal. As was the case when we had you socal bring your friends to us. We can switch from one intensity to another, and you'll be none socal the wiser . Agent Pink took advantage of this with his meddlesome watch. We have no need socalcoeds for such socalcoeds 'hacks', however." An unfamiliar nastiness crept into his socal voice.

"So you're ready for further instructions coeds?"

I socal smiled and gave socalcoeds the prom-queen wave, then stepped off the stage. What socal the fuck socalcoeds was I supposed to do socal now? Someone else was already walking on after me, going into some Merle.

"That was so fucking cool!" she enthused socalcoeds, then she leaned in and kissed me socal. Before I could answer, she started to yell socal into my ear over the music socal. "Akiko socalcoeds, listen carefully. You're on coeds a yacht. We're here socal to neutralize the owner. He's a small socal time weapons socal dealer who's socal been making trouble for Min Sect. We're posing socal as a couple of socal dangerous, gun-toting socal lesbians - Mayumi Anzai and Zandria Shaftake. We're socal here to socalcoeds buy some guns. Remember now?"

"Mmmm, you're socal making me crazy," Max opined, pausing for a second to stop cramming socalcoeds her tongue access down my throat. We were standing on the moonlit deck of the yacht socalcoeds, making out in front of God, country and the open sea.

"I socal'm pretty fucked up," I admitted, weaving dangerously in front of my cute socalcoeds blonde friend.

"I think socal it socal's socal time for bed socal," she said, a wicked grin on her socal face.

When socal we coeds finally made it to socal our socal cabin, I slid gratefully into bed without even taking off coeds my boots. Max pounced on socal me, reminding me socal that I was shitfaced at sea.

Max socal seemed to ignore me, choosing to take my pants socal off. After struggling with my uncooperative, drunken socalcoeds legs, she grinned lewdly up at me from between my socal cinnamon thighs.

He seated access himself and regarded us for a socal moment. Then he leaned forward, drink socal in hand coeds, and got things socal rolling. "And what access sort of armaments might you lovely socal ladies be in the socal market for?"

"Ms. Anzai socal? Ladies socalcoeds?"

"Go on."

"We're here to kill you," I said in a voice I hadn't heard since middle school .