 "Dont worry. I'll come 2U wet." It wet was then wet that wet Kat saw, through the library wet window, an about RV's door open. A male figure clad in black emerged and walked wet to the library. His wet face was hidden by his hood , but what she saw looked nice. He disappeared from her view wet for a while wet, but then entered the library from the north door. He gestured her to come with him wetscape. Kat wet logged out of the chatroom and wet shut down the computer, making sure to clear the disk cache and history lists before she flipped wetscape the about power switch. He had her wrap wet her legs around his wetscape waist, then he covered her with his cloak wet. Being smuggled out of school wet was strangely thrilling, as though wetscape they were wet daring wet authorities to try to wetscape stop their wet clandestine wet escape wetscape. The man crossed wet the wet parking wet lot and entered the RV, then opened his cloak to let her out. It wasn't long before she felt something like fingers in her mind wetscape, looking through her memories, probing her thoughts wet, reading wet her emotions. The only explanation she could think of was telepathy. It had wetscape probably been a hard adjustment at wet first, she realized. The man removed wet the black wet cloak, and wet revealed jet black hair and deep, dark wetscape eyes, neither of which looked unnatural, although Kat had been dying her scape hair scape and wet eyebrows since seventh grade.
 "Yes, Master." Kat replied, ending the scape last syllable with a seductive purr. She'd never about felt this wet way, so soft, so feminine, so submissive wet. She liked it. He wet patted the wet bed next to him, and she sat down next to him.
 "Yes, but you, and others, will help me take wet my revenge."
 (I wetscape am called Xavier the Great, and I can wetscape help you.) the voice said wet. Suddenly wet, Candace found strength she didn't know she had. She managed to get to her feet and, wobbling the entire way, leave the gym. As soon as she was out, she was scooped into the arms of wetscape a young man, who carried her weakened body away. She didn 't know about she'd wetscape fallen scape asleep until she woke up, feeling very stiff. A hand lifted her head, and warm wet liquid wetscape flowed into her mouth. She drank thirstily. Slowly, but wetscape steadily wet, she began to feel better. After maybe an hour, she wetscape felt more human than wood, so she tried out her limbs. Well, they weren't wet back to normal, but she felt scape good enough wet to wet try to stand up. She hadn't noticed wet the wetscape light blanket until it slipped from her shoulder. She wetscape glanced around, but found no one. Most of her clothes lay in a pile in the corner, but wet the panties remained about on wet her hips. This, at least, made her feel that wetscape her benefactor, whether real or imagined, was at least trustworthy wetscape enough not to try to rape her while wet she wetscape slept wet. Strangely, she found wet she really didn't want to re-don the cheerleading outfit. She found a white shirt and some drawstring pants in the closet. She had to roll them up so she wouldn't end up walking the excess length off, but she got them on. The shirt was a short-sleeve, button-up shirt with no collar about. She put her own shoes and socks on, and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt very sexy. She'd never dared wear sexy clothes before, except for wetscape her about cheerleader outfit wet, which she'd wetscape never dared wear in wet front of her Fundamentalist mother. For wet her mother, she'd worn the wind pants and jacket that the cheerleaders wore on cold days, and was eternally grateful wet that all wetscape of the games went on while her mother was at work, and her mother only took wetscape Sundays off wet. Even better, her mother thought that television and things of that nature were evil, and wet so would never about have anyone record the game for her scape. Candace wet was very much the rebel wet, who scape wanted a normal life, away from her everybody's about-going-to-hell-unless-they-suffer-through-their-whole-damn-life mother. She wet was going to wet have that crazy woman committed as soon as wet she could do wet so without being put in foster care.
 "Why's Kat Nelson following you around like a puppy?" Candace asked.
 Daphne Willis glared wet at the wetscape intruder scape...wait, that was Kat Nelson. Why was she showing up for class ten minutes late and wet grinning like an idiot? Even stranger, she wasn't wearing her wetscape usual dreary black outfit with black about nail polish and black lipstick. She wasn't wearing any makeup whatsoever, and she was wearing a white wet T-shirt, blue jeans and blue sneakers. No bra. The look on wet her wet face said she was either high wet or severely wet oversexed, or maybe both wetscape. She walked wet in, tossed her books down to the side of scape her desk, and sat down. The teacher had the person at the front of the row pass back a wetscape tardy sheet for her, and she signed it with a vibrating pen (as if wet her handwriting wasn't bad enough wetscape), then wetscape passed it back. The teacher then handed her a test paper. Once she was on the task, her wet concentration seemed unlimited, as though she were wetscape in a trance of some kind. She was through in ten minutes. She took the paper wet right up to the teacher and wet laid it down on her desk.
 How rude. Daphne thought.
 "Hey, Kat." she called when she saw her in the hall. "Wait up."
 "I had no idea I about hurt people so much." Daphne said. She was starting to cry again wet. Kat put wet one hand on the popular girl's shoulder.
 "Is he that guy wet who parks about the RV in front of the school every day wet?" Jasmine asked.
 (Yes, and it's only first wetscape period wet. Now, if you'll net that nice-looking wet foreign exchange student, I wet'd wet be most appreciative wet, my pet.) Daphne wetscape would obey, of course. That much, Xavier knew for a fact. After all, he himself had programmed her.
 Hours later, Xavier the Great was on a wet chartered flight home, with all his slaves accompanying him on the wetscape plane. He silently congratulated himself on being able to solve his problem without bloodshed. He chuckled as he recalled the wet emotions wet coming wetscape from the principal as he held a conversation wet with what he perceived as a hive mind--no wonder the Borg scape were wetscape such a frightening enemy. Kat sighed the soft, cooing sigh of wet the wet well-fucked as she slept naked in her wet Master about's arms wet. Xavier wondered whether he should have his slaves play some part in his act. He wet finally decided against it. He scape was in a selfish scape mood, and wetscape didn't feel like sharing his prized posessions with other men.
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