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Derek boobsquad had always been a hopeless romantic. It allowed him boobsquad to make most of the young women feel special...and allowed Eva Sanderson to break his heart over and over again. It seemed boobsquad he was a prisoner of her sinuous boobsquad, flexible body, her long, smooth boobsquad legs, and her boobsquad firm boobsquad, tight butt. Not to mention delicate facial boobsquad structure that made her seem so fragile, and the large, expressive, doelike eyes that made her online seem so open and outgoing. On the outside, she was a supermodel. On the inside, however, she boobsquad was Moriarty boobsquad's evil twin sister, a boobsquad sadist worthy boobsquad of boobsquad samantha being the basis for the online most boobsquad evil of James Bond villainesses. She thrived boobsquad on the pain and humiliation of others. She could have been Queen boobsquad of the Amazons if she had been born in ancient times. She was a black widow, and online, try as he might, Derek could not extricate himself from her web boobsquad.
Before boobsquad Derek knew it, he was screaming boobsquad through boobsquad a boobsquad small town at top speed. He kept it floored until he boobsquad reached the city limits boobsquad. Then he noticed the aerial unit tailing him boobsquad samantha from above, and Derek knew samantha he boobsquad had to disappear, so boobsquad he boobsquad took as sudden a turn boobsquad as he could and drove down a road where the boobsquad trees overhead obscured the view from above, and he drove boobsquad until he boobsquad came to a fork in the road. There he stopped, pulled boobsquad out his toolbox, and set to work. He lowered his vehicle as quickly as samantha he could boobsquad, painted a couple of racing boobsquad stripes on it, and put on boobsquad the boobsquad decals boobsquad he'd been meaning to use, then turned around and headed back the way he boobsquad came, slower this boobsquad samantha time. The units didn't recognize him. Such quick changes had served him well in the past when boobsquad evading leering rednecks incited boobsquad to violence by Eva's humiliating treatment. Now they would serve him boobsquad again as he evaded the air units and, slowly, made boobsquad his way boobsquad samantha home.
"You've got to stop letting that girl boobsquad push you around."
"It is, my Master." Kitrin said. "Please, Master, tell boobsquad me your name."
"You know now that your boobsquad samantha name is Randi. You were raised with stifling parents who never let you do anything. You were always a rebel, always breaking the rules. You discovered sex as boobsquad a teenager and learned to love it, despite boobsquad samantha the pain of the first time. You learned how to please a man in any way, anywhere boobsquad samantha, for boobsquad samantha as boobsquad long as they could desire. You also learned how to do boobsquad samantha the same boobsquad to a boobsquad woman boobsquad. But you prefer men. You learned to love being dominated by men, being made to do humiliating things for them. You learned to love boobsquad being their pet slut, parading around in slutty clothes for boobsquad their pleasure, reveling boobsquad in the knowledge that you knew how to get any man boobsquad samantha you wanted. But one day you caught a disease. A boobsquad disease with painful symptoms. And it boobsquad was incurable, inoperable, and lethal. A boobsquad wizard appeared at your bedside as you lay dying and offered to boobsquad samantha save you, if you agreed boobsquad to be placed under boobsquad a samantha spell which would boobsquad prevent you from boobsquad coming with any man except the one who placed boobsquad you in your new body. You accepted, and he cast his spell, then pressed an egg against your boobsquad forehead, and you felt your mind being pulled into the boobsquad egg. Now you may open your eyes, and look upon the only man with whom you may orgasm."
"Put this on." Derek commanded, tossing the costume to Randi, who eagerly obeyed boobsquad. He tossed the collars boobsquad to her. "Put these on samantha your wrists and ankles." he boobsquad commanded. Gleefully, she obeyed. He took down his punching bag and boobsquad slung the chain from upstairs boobsquad onto the boobsquad hook, then fastened each side to her restraints. She whimpered in anticipation. He hooked one boobsquad of the leashes to her left ankle and slipped the loop under the online leg of his desk, then hooked the other leash to her boobsquad right ankle and slipped the boobsquad loop under boobsquad samantha the boobsquad leg of his bed, so that her legs boobsquad were spread quite boobsquad far apart boobsquad samantha. She was dripping boobsquad wet, and whimpering in boobsquad anticipation. "You're a randy boobsquad little bitch, aren't boobsquad you?" he asked.
"It must be a shock boobsquad to have something so boobsquad cold going up boobsquad in that hot boobsquad twat of boobsquad yours."
Derek glanced at the clock online. It was almost eight. He'd boobsquad spent almost four hours boobsquad with Randi, and he boobsquad still had boobsquad one boobsquad more personality to program. He laid Randi on the bed and pressed the egg against her forehead. He had just experienced four of boobsquad his five online favorite sex fantasies. Now it was boobsquad time to get started on the last one. He pulled the final egg from boobsquad samantha the carton. This one was slate grey boobsquad. He pressed it against Eva's forehead.
"What's going on?" Derek said when Eva came boobsquad across him in the hall.
"Computing probable courses of action." ST-115 said. "Calculations complete. Seven boobsquad samantha logical courses boobsquad of action present themselves. The matter shall be put to a vote boobsquad."
