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Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by jmichlins(m): 6:12pm On May 15, 2016 |
A hybrid is coming 1 Like |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by marcusagrippa(m): 6:16pm On May 15, 2016 |
Op, have you ever been abducted by aliens? JK. Still I follow. 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 6:53pm On May 15, 2016 |
ashatoda:we just have to keep our fingers crossed and watch how the events unfolds. |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 9:00pm On May 15, 2016 |
================================ By the time Vage finally lets me go, I am beyond exhausted. My whole body aches, and even the thought of sex makes me shudder. Not even Vage’s greenish-yellow healing light can alleviate the last six hours of carnal bliss, or the bone deep weariness. Despite the slight tingling, I think my dickson is going to be out of commission for a while. Needless to say, when my alarm goes off, I roll over and go back to sleep. I only have one final today, and it’s in the afternoon. My other classes will just have to suffer. Also, Dan can’t hurt me, if I’m not around. I’m too worn out to even think of locking my door though. My manhood feels like it wants to take a vacation that’ll last at least a week. When I finally arrive on campus, I get the same treatment as I’d received yesterday. That is to say, most everyone avoids me. I’m okay with that, however, because I’m not much in the mood to talk, either. I take my final, and go back home, skipping Prof. Jane's class. Both Tina and Stephanie are in that class with me, not to mention the hot professor herself. I’m not up to dealing with them in my current mood, or predicament. My phone rings as I walk into my room. “Is everything alright?” Tina’s concerned voice asks. “I’m not feeling too well today,” I tell her honestly. “I’m just going to get some rest. See you tomorrow?” “You don’t want me to come take care of you?” I can easily hear her worry, and it occurs to me that she might be worried I’m avoiding her again. . . Well, I am, but for different reasons. “Thanks, but I don’t want you to get whatever I have. I promise I’m not avoiding you, so much as avoiding everyone. I’m quarantining myself, except for finals. After all the torture the professors have put us through, I don’t care if they get it.” I’ve never considered sex a torture before, but last night has opened my eyes. I try to sound appreciative and light-hearted, but I really don’t want company right now, especially not someone that gets turned on just by the sound of my voice. I hate lying to her, truly, but I can’t tell her that an alien fvcked me senselessly last night, and that’s why I’m so tired. “Well, okay, but you call me if you need anything.” While I know she is still worried, her tone lets me know she understands. I hang up, and go back to sleep, only to be awoken a couple hours later, by someone knocking on my door. Groaning, I roll over, and ask who it was. At least, I try to ask. The words come out muffled. “Stephanie,” the soft voice comes through my door. “You weren’t in class this afternoon, so I’m stopping by to see if you’re okay.” Great! I think. Stephanie is only slightly better than Tina right now. I’m about to say that I’m okay, and thank her for her concern, but she opens the door and enters before I can. “I’m just tired, Need to get more sleep, I guess,” I say. “Too much stress from studying for finals, I think.” Wow, I’m really racking up the lie-meter today. She moves over to the bed, and places her hand lightly on my forehead and cheeks, just as she had in the auditorium last week. I wonder if this is truly Stephanie, and feel for the one switch I’d made in her. It’s there, and I can tell she isn’t very happy. “You don’t feel like you have a fever. . .” “Too much stress over finals this week,” I lie again. I feel bad for it, but I can’t tell her I’d stayed up all night having sex with a pink-skinned alien, either. “I just couldn’t sleep last night. I’ve been trying to make up for it today.” She looks at me sharply, her blue eyes seeming to penetrate my skull, and I wonder if she knows I just lied to her. After a second though, she sniffs and stands up. “You stink, and need a shower. Do you want me to do it for you, or are you going to take one on your own?” Apparently she has hit mother-hen mode. “I’m just tired. I’ll take one tomorrow,” I complain. “No you won't. One way or another, you’re taking a shower now.” When I try to protest further, she cuts me off. “What you need to do is get your mind off finals. Sleeping will only let your mind go over it again and again. I have a better solution.” Groaning, I look up at her, note her smile, and know I’m not going to win, but I have to try one last thing. “I don’t feel up to anything frisky, right now.” “Did I say I wanted to fvck you?” She laughs her beautiful laugh, batting her oh-so-long lashes at me, and I suddenly feel foolish. “There are other ways to distract a mind, and looking around your room, I see more than a few. Now go shower, or else. . .” Defeated, I get out of bed, and go shower. Despite the fact that I’m following her directions, she ends up joining shortly. *TBc* 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by jmichlins(m): 10:08pm On May 15, 2016 |
I like the way you are keeping it now. Sincerely i do not like the inbreeding stuff maybe because of how am wired but i think its absurd a daughter and mum having a 3some |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 5:57am On May 16, 2016 |
jmichlins:ur wiring is not to be constant. U ar human being that can adapt into anything. This part of the world may see in-cest as an absurd stuff(although not legal) but its a fictional story. Maybe i may try to write my next story to be basic on the Nigerian culture. But remember, one man Food is another mans Poison. |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by jmichlins(m): 6:21am On May 16, 2016 |
SmartestPopQUEEN:well this is my poison. There are ones i can endure like second cousin and step relations but immediate relations are no for me |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 6:22am On May 16, 2016 |
Happy new week to you all ============ Stephanie holds my hand and says, “Don’t try anything, I could just use a shower, too, and don’t see any reason to waste extra water. Have you been working out?” I nod as though that’s the only plausible reason, but not believing her one bit. She helps wash my back, and I return the favor. I can’t help but notice how smooth her back feels, or how beautiful she looks with water streaming from her brown hair, and dripping off her round tits. Despite my admiration, there is no movement from my second brain. Stephanie seems to notice it as well, and other than a slight tightening of her lips, she makes no comment, and we get out and dry off. Her reaction surprises me, but I don’t know what to tell her. And besides, she DID say she doesn’t want to fvck me. . . Not right now anyway. She puts her hair up in a towel, and there is no denying the beauty of a woman coming right out of a shower, mist streaming from her shoulders, and an appearance of overall cleanliness adding a glow to her skin. Once back in my room, Steph goes right to one of my gaming consoles, and begins flipping through my games. “Beat it. . . Got it. . . You seriously still have this? Lame. . . Good, but I hated the ending. . . Nope. . . Too easy. . . Ah, here we go.” She holds up one of my favorite games, and puts the disc in. It is a two player. I’m starting to feel like I was in an interview, and doing poorly, with the way she reacted to my game collection. “The best way to get your mind off finals,” she tells me, “is to absorb it into something else. Let’s see if you can keep up with me.” I decide to go easy on her in the first round. I mean, I know she is a gamer, but she IS a girl, after all. She ends up trashing me. “Do you think you might actually try to win this time?” She asks, her smile nearly splitting her face as she teases me. “If you keep making it this easy, I’ll have to take your geek card away.” What is it with everyone trying to take away my geek card? “The exhaustion,” I try to defend myself, but from the smirk she gives me, I know she isn’t buying it. After that, it takes every ounce of skill I have to win at least some of the rounds. In the end it’s pretty even, and we start going through my other games. Stephanie promises to bring some of hers over next time, and before either one of us knows it, the sun has set, the moon risen, and the snow is falling hard. And I haven’t thought about finals, the demons, or even Vage the whole time. “Thank you,” I tell the brunette. “You really did get my mind off—“ “Don’t say it!” She warns as I walk her outside, and we both laugh. The flakes are huge as they come down from above, and soon it looks like Stephanie’s brown hair is white, it holds so much snow. “I don’t dare drive home in this,” she tells me nervously. “You’re welcome to stay here, but—“ she cuts me off as her arms wrap around my neck, and she presses her lips to mine. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”. Her happy switch is maxed again. “I was about to say, I don’t have any clean clothes for you, and the couch is lumpy, so I’ll let you have my bed. Also, my roommate is a pervert, so watch out.” She looks at me like I’m an idiot. “That’s okay. I keep a bag in my car, just in case of emergencies. And what’s wrong with us sharing your bed? It’s big enough, and Dennis doesn’t bother me.” “How can I argue with that? I just don’t want to presume anything,” I laughingly joke. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” I recognize the quote from one of my favorite fantasy novel series, ‘A Song of Ice and Fire,’ and we both laugh as she brush the snow off my shoulder. “Have you seen the HBO series based on the novels?”. “Yeah, I’ve seen them but it’s not as good as the books,” she replies earnestly. I smile as I agree with her assessment. Live action never compares to the book. “More boobs, though,” I come back, and she smiles, but backhands my chest, with a muttered, “Pervert.” She grabs her emergency bag, and we quickly run back inside. Shaking the snow off, I joke that maybe we need another shower. “I thought you weren’t up to anything. . .” she teases me again, batting those beautiful long lashes at me. “Do I have to be up for that, to want to admire beauty?” I ask back, and am gratified to see her blush. “Besides, did I say I wanted to fvck you?” I throw her earlier words back at her, and we both laugh. Steph calls her sister, telling her not to worry. We opt not to shower, and with the late hour, we decide to just go to sleep. 2 Likes 1 Share |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by Nogodye(m): 8:39pm On May 16, 2016 |
You're really doing a great work...Thumbup |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by dimssy(m): 8:54pm On May 16, 2016 |
Oya come give dinner o. |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 9:59pm On May 16, 2016 |
Gud evening to you all, been busy since am. *kwantinuation* ============================ Stephanie actually has me leave my room as she changes into her pajamas, and when she lets me back in, she is already under the blanket. I’m curious about her behavior, it’s not like we hadn’t seen each other completely nakked a few hours ago, but decide to let her have her way. I usually sleep in just my Cr7 boxers. Since I don’t care if she sees me, I strip right there, and slide under the covers, next to her. Stephanie scoots her back to me, and I pull my arm around her, enjoying the delicious warmth of her body pressed close to mine. Despite all of the sleep I’ve had today, it only takes a few minutes, and I’m out, the soft scent of Stephanie’s hair filling my nostrils. When ‘Aeris’s Theme’( my alarm tune) starts playing on my phone, I’m confused. Vage hadn’t taken me last night. Is she still upset about what I’d done to her? Or worse. . . Did we not do it enough, and she is right now, all alone on her ship, dying. . . STOP IT Nick, I demand of myself, knowing that worrying will change nothing, and help even less. “Is that from Final Fantasy VII?” Startled, I fall out of bed immediately. I’d completely forgotten that Stephanie had stayed the night with me. She laughs at me, as I try to recover, and get back to my feet. The attractive brunette gets out of bed, and I see for the first time what she is wearing. It’s a pink camisole, with matching pink shorts, which show off her figure well. Her legs look long and well toned, coming up to her nice arse. She catches me looking, and gives me a small smile, and a sexy little shake. Despite how I’d felt yesterday, my dickson has finally woken up, and it likes what I’m looking at just as much as I do. “Ahh! I look a fright this morning,” she cries, as she spies herself in the mirror. I have to argue with that though. With her hair all mussed up, and no makeup on at all, she pulls the sexy bed- head look off pretty damn well. She locks the door to the bathroom, however, before I can state my case, and stays in there for almost half an hour. By the time Stephanie finally comes out, her makeup is done, her hair flawless, and she looks smoking hot in a pair of tight jeans, and a red top that is loose, and yet still shows her figure well. My roomie has been complaining about being locked out of the only bathroom, but even he shuts his mouth when Stephanie walks out. Since I’d showered last night, I only need to brush my teeth using Oral B, run my fingers through my hair, and I’m ready to go; being a man is just easier, sometimes. Stephanie is disappointingly gone by the time I come out of the bathroom. For the first time in a long time, I feel fully refreshed, as I start my day. My finals today go by pretty easy, and even though people are still avoiding me, Dan stays away as well, so I don’t mind too much. I see Richard sitting by himself at lunch, and something inside me makes me sit by him. “What do you want?” Richard asks me snidely, and I almost regret my decision. “I think you could use some cheering up,” I tell him. “Nick, and you think you’re qualified to do that? Ha!” Even though his tone is filled with bitterness, I can tell that it is directed more inward, than at me. More qualified than you can know. But I keep the thought to myself. “Look, I know you’re still upset with me, and I understand why.” “You understand nothing,” Richard turns and glares at me. “I was going to break up with Tina anyway. I thought I had a chance with someone else, but she apparently changed her mind, after what kept happening when I was around you. You only saved me the hassle of breaking Tina’s heart.” For a second I’m angry that he’d been ready to hurt Tina like that, but I’m also curious. Then I remember the look in his eyes that night in the basement, and know he is just trying to save face. “Why did you want to break up with Tina?” I ask, playing along. He looks at me for a while, and I wonder what’s going through his mind. There are times that I wish I can read minds instead of making my switches, but things are as they were. After a few uncomfortable seconds, he decides to answer. “She was being too needy; talking about marriage, and kids. I’m not ready for that, so I was going to dump her.” At first, I can’t imagine someone dumping a girl as hot as Tina but thinking back to how Tina has acted at times, I can’t argue that she can be clingy. I understand why he would want to break up with her, but at the same time I’m still bothered. Tina is a good friend, if not more. “So who is this other girl?” I ask “What do you care?” I just look at him, willing the idiot to give me the answer. T.b.c. 2 Likes |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 5:42am On May 17, 2016 |
Good morning guys! *kwantinuation* I was deeply thinking maybe I might be able to use my switches to get it out of him, but I’m tired of manipulating the idiotic idiot. “Fine, if it will get you to leave me alone. It’s Serena williams .” The bully nods, and I look at another table to see the redhead eating with her friends. I have always thought she was cute, but rather stuck up, personally, and nowhere on the level of Tina. . . Or even Stephanie for that matter, though I can’t deny she has a racking body. A small part of me feels that since I was the one to ruin things for him, I should be the one to fix them. Damn my conscience anyway. “Gimme a second,” I tell Richard, and stand to walk over to Serena. “What do you think you’re doing?” Richard demands, but I ignore him as I walk over to the lady’s table. Serena is the head cheerleader, and she is perfectly suited for that, attitude and all. She surrounds herself with other cheerleaders everywhere she goes, and today is no different. A plan starts to form in my agitated mind as I walk over to her small group. The table goes quiet as I approach, and I assume it has something to do with Dan’s threats, but he’s not even close right now, so I brush the thought away. I quickly make memory switches in the five girls at once, and am thankful I can affect groups. I wonder how many I can affect at a time, but just these five have already started a small throbbing in the back of my eyes. It’s more work to affect groups, than it is to do them one at a time. One of Serena’s groupies leans over and whispers something to the redhead as I wait at their table. Serena looks up at me, her blue-green eyes sparking with annoyance, and I notice that her nose is a little pointed for my tastes, but she is attractive enough. Once you get past her attitude. “And, like, what do you want?” Her snide tone grates on my nerves, but I answer her anyway. I try to make my voice sound as conceited as possible. “I understand you turned Richard down, and wanted to know if you’re waiting for a real man?” The table laughs, but I hold my ground. “A real man? Ok dude, what makes you think you’re a REAL man?” She laughs some more, but I only smile, as if I know some great secret. Which is true, now that think about it. “I stole Tina away from him. There must be a reason for that.” My grin gets even bigger, as I watch the women’s eyes grow larger. The cheerleaders murmur amongst themselves, but I can’t understand a word of it. “I turned Richard down because he—“ I flip the switch in all of them, making them forget the thoughts they were just having. “—he, umm. . . Like. . . Well, there was that time—“ FLIP “You always did think he was cute,” one of the other girls say. “Yeah, and you always complain that Tina is a bitch that doesn’t deserve him,” pipes up another girl. Serena looks to her fellow cheerleaders at a loss for words. If my plan has worked, she will have completely forgotten about Richard’s incontinence problem. Or rather, the problem I had caused for him. “Well, it is no business of yours, anyway, geek. Go bother someone else,” she demands snidely, not very happy about getting advice from her crew in front of a geek. “Just let me know when you tired of him, doll. I’ll be ready to show you what a real man can do.” Okay, so maybe that was going a bit too far, but I’m sick of being treated like I’m less than I am, and she needs an attitude readjustment. Then again, she and Rich will fit perfectly well together, I think. Smiling I walk away, sure of myself. I’m smart enough not to walk straight over to Richard, knowing that the cheerleaders will be watching me, but I’ll tell him to try again with the stuck up snob. I wish them the best of luck. After classes, it’s my first day on the math team, and Prof. Jane confronts me as soon as I walk into her classroom. "I missed you in class yesterday." Was that sadness in her voice, or just a concerned teacher? "Sorry, I was sick. I barely made it in for one of my finals. I'll be there for your class tomorrow," I sincerely promise. She gives me a funny look, and too late I remember that I'd made the switch in her that makes her wet whenever I speak. I’m going to have to be careful. I’m not worried about forcing the her to do anything she doesn’t want to; but then again Tina has convinced me that she still has free will. Today she is wearing a knee length skirt, and a white blouse that is getting stretched taut by her large bosom. Her dark hair is mostly down, with some of it pulled back. I meet the other students on the team, Tony, John, and Phillip. I know them well enough by reputation, all of them pretty smart.. T.b.c 2 Likes |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by lorelife(m): 7:31pm On May 17, 2016 |
i'm following up with dis. Realy wana knw hw he handles d salvation of d planet. More brains 2 u |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by marcusagrippa(m): 5:51pm On May 18, 2016 |
SmartestPopQueen, where are you? I hope all is well? |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 7:48pm On May 18, 2016 |
Yea dude. Am fine. Just been busy lately.. lorelife: |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 7:51pm On May 18, 2016 |
Lolz. Well, just keep your fingers crossed, and enjoy the story. lorelife: |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 10:39pm On May 18, 2016 |
Am sorry guys for the absence, but you should know the current situation of Light and fuel in Nigeria. Thanks [size=30pt]**Kwantinuation**[/size] [b]Tony is wearing large thick glasses that make his eyes seems very small. John is rather heavyset, and Phillip's acne is so bad, his face looks more like the surface of the moon, than anything else. None of them are popular, but then again, neither am I. Professor Jane asks us practice questions, and I let the other three answer most of them, trying to keep my voice from affecting our Prof. I do answer a number of questions when the others are stumped, but try to be as quiet as possible, constantly monitoring Prof. Jane’s ‘Hot’ switch. When none of us knows the answer, our coach goes over the math problem with us. During the practice, I decide to help out my fellow teammates. As I had done for Mrs. Stilinski, I turn up John's metabolism, and then turned down Phillip's acne and try to regenerate his skin, but that switch won't form. For Tony, I adjust his eyesight a little, not wanting to cause him any stress if his eyes suddenly work, and his glasses fail. I figure if I work with him slowly over time, it’ll work out best. Practice is over before I know it. I’m walking out of the room, when Prof. Jane stops me. "Mr Smith, stay for a moment, will you? I want to talk to you about your performance." Uh-oh. I turn around, and sit back in the chair I'd used while she drilled us on her math equations. Professor Jane sits on the edge of her desk, and crosses her legs. Taking her large glasses off of her nose, she sticks one earpiece in her mouth as she looks at me. The silence seems to drag on, and I start fidgeting in my seat, wondering what will happen next. I can feel my palms grow sweaty, as I try to consider the possibilities. Have I talked too much? I honestly tried not to. I check her 'Hot' switch and it is turned up, but not extremely so. "You need to have more confidence in yourself," she tells me, finally breaking the silence. She takes a deep breath, and I watch as one of the buttons on her shirt looks perilously close to snapping, and freeing her bosom. I can easily make out the lacy white bra underneath. I have no doubt that her students have enjoyed her outfit today. For only a small moment, I’m jealous of her other students, but immediately know I’m being foolish. "More confidence?" I ask dumbly, my mind unable to switch gears. "Yes. I know how smart you are, Nick. You knew every one of those questions that the others got, but you waited to answer. This is a competition, and the quickest one to answer, gets the points. You need to have more faith in yourself, and answer sooner. Don't hesitate. Take what you want, and damn the consequences. . ." She trails off, and suddenly I’m wondering if we’re still talking about the math team. She gives herself a little shake, and then continues talking. "Our first competition is after the holiday break. Do you think you can work on your confidence in that period?" I nod, still not wanting to talk too much. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do. "See, that's what I'm talking about. Don't just nod at me; Tell me your answer," she demands in a tone that brooks no argument. "Yes, professor," I say, trying to sound confidant. "Yes, what?" She is making me talk more and more, and with each word, I can feel her 'wet pvssy' switch move, and gradually her 'Hot' switch is moving as well. "Yes, I will work on my confidence." I try to say it quietly, yet confidently. I failed. “I can’t hear you,” she coos, and I wonder what is going through her mind. Fvck it! “I WILL BE MORE CONFIDANT,” I nearly scream, and she smiles pleasantly. "Do I intimidate you?" This question completely throws me off. "I-intimidate me?" I ask, flustered. "I don't see you with girls or even a girlfriend. I know what other students think of me. I'd have to be blind to miss all the stares I get. So, I'll ask you again: do I intimidate you?" She doesn’t see me with girls? If only she knew what the last week has been like for me! I can’t tell HER that, of course. "You are attractive, Professor Jane," I hedge, not sure where she’s going with this, "but I think I do alright with the girls." "Do you have a girlfriend?" The question almost sounds more like an accusation, than a curiosity. I think about Stephanie, but she had made it clear we are just REALLY good friends. Tina will say yes if I ask her, I know, but I’m not ready to commit to her. "No," I finally answer, hearing the sullen tone in my voice, and cursing myself for it. She is chewing her earpiece again, as she gives me a penetrating stare. I wonder if all women practice that look, or if it just comes naturally to them. "We're going to try a little experiment," Janet tells me, and I have a bad feeling about where this might be going. *T.B.C*[/b] 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 11:11pm On May 18, 2016 |
**kwontinuation** She throws me a very stern face before saying, "Stand up Nick." I immediately do as I’m told, and look down at her as she walks up to me, nearly touching me. I hold my ground as she looks up, and I can smell her sweet perfume from this close. "Good. Now kiss me." I take a step back, shocked at her boldness. "I didn’t say step away from me. See, this is what I'm talking about. You need to be more confident in yourself young man." I can hear a note of laughter in her voice, and it strikes hard after years of being bullied. Confident!, Confident? She wants me to be confident? Fine, I can do just that, I think. It’s just a kiss, nothing more. But I know it IS more than a kiss, and I know where this will go, if I don’t stop it right now. I should walk away, and not look back. I should run for the door, and lock myself in my room but what will most of the guys reading this will say about me? Especially you! But instead I step forward, closing the distance between me and my beautiful prof, and think, I'll show her confidence. I put my right arm around her waist, pulling her body against mine, snake my left hand through her hair to the back of her head, and pull her face up to meet mine. Our lips meet, and too late, I feel her 'Hot' switch crank fully on(Ghost mode). Professor Jane moans as her arms pull me tighter to her, and her tongue darts into my mouth, and back out. I chase hers with mine, only to come up against her teeth. It’s a game of cat and mouse, her lips parting freely to mine, but her tongue only darting out from time to time, before retreating back into her mouth. She wants confidence, I remember, and drop my right hand along her back to her ass, giving it a little squeeze, and press my tongue forcefully against her teeth. They part for me this time, and she sucks my tongue into her mouth. Hungrily she nibbles on my tongue without hurting it, and I can feel my hard cockk pressing against front of her skirt. This woman really knows how to tease and kiss! Part of me cries out that this is wrong and that I have manipulated her into doing this. Oddly it’s Tina's voice that argues, saying she has free will, and she doesn’t have to do anything if she doesn’t want to. This isn't like Vage, a matter of life and death. For good or bad, Tina's voice wins out. I feel the zipper in the back of her skirt, pull it down, and a second later, it lies crumpled up on the floor. She pulls away from the kiss then, but keeps me in her arms, and doesn’t try to get out of mine. "What do you think you are doing, Nick? I'm your professor." I Almost back away, but I see the gleam in her brown eyes, and remember what she'd said about confidence. "I'm taking what I want, and damning the consequences," I tell her, throwing her words from earlier back at her. She smiles up at me. "And what is it you want?" I slip my hands into the back of her panties, grab her by the rear, and lift her up. Her legs wrap around my torso, and we are now eye-to-eye. "I want you." My voice sounds odd to me, full of a mix of confidence, desire, and longing. Even when I’d talked to snobby Miss Serena Williams earlier, I hadn’t sounded this confident. She moans as she pulls me back into our kiss, this time her mouth is completely free and open to me, and our tongues wrestle, while my hands grope her tight arse. I walk us over to her desk, and let her small weight down onto the corner. I bring my hands between us, and start working at the buttons to her blouse, while her fingers undo my pants. Her buttons are small, and I’m having a hard time with them as we continue to kiss. Confidence. Slipping my fingers between the buttons, I tear the two sides apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. She moans again, and just about tears my pants off in her haste to get them down. My Cr7 boxers follow my pants, and we have to break the kiss to get my shirt off. She looks down at my rod, and I hear her gasp. Maybe it is the mood of the whole scenario, or the fact that I’m really into this role of being confident and in control, but the words are out of my mouth before I want to think better of them. "Suck it." Her hands grip my dickson, as she looks up at me, questioningly. "I said, suck it," I repeat myself. Her fear turns to a smile as she scoots off the desk, and drops to her knees in front of me. “It’s so big,” I hear her murmur, just before her lips touch the tip of my dickson. I realize that Prof. Jane likes to be dominated. *t.b.c* 1 Like |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by Weirdman: 4:26am On May 19, 2016 |
Wow! wow!! wow!!! What a great story this is...More ink to ur pen...u are good.. 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 6:33am On May 19, 2016 |
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Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 7:01am On May 19, 2016 |
**Good morning guys** **kwantinuation** I place my hands on the back of Professor Jane's head, I moan deeply as her lips stretch around the bulbous head of my Dickson, and then slide partway down my shaft. My moan triggers a small orgasm in the mature teacher, and I enjoy the sensations her moaning is causing along my rod. I have seen a few blue film's( thats how Nigerian dudes call porn movies) where someone is being dominant, and while I don’t think I can do the whole whips and chains thing, I think I might be able to do the rest. I used all my strenght to kick off my shoes as Cr7 kicks a shot at goal, and then my pants, while I use my hands to guide her mouth up and down my shaft. She looks so sexy in her white lacy br*a and matching panties, my large roos*ter (thats the modification of Cockk on NL) distending her lips and cheeks as she tries to swallow as much of it as she can. I lean over her, and unsnap her bra, freeing her two large Twins from their lacy prison. Her nip*ples are large and hard, and her bre*asts only sag a little, despite their large size. Remembering something else I'd seen in a Blue films, and hoping that my new strength is up to it, I bend over and to the side of Professor Jane, wrap my arms around her waist, and she looks at me in confusion. I heave, and she squeals, as I spin her upside down and bring her panty- covered crotch to my mouth. She moans as my lips touch her already wet panties, and I feel her warm wet mouth engulf my John thomas once more, and her arms wind around my legs. I nibble and lick her covered crotch, eliciting moans from her, as she sucks some bliss-filled sounds from me as well. She really knows how to give head, and I feel myself coming close, but I don’t want it to end yet, so I pull her up some more, then gently turn her, and set her back upright on the floor. I yank her panties down, before lifting her back up and setting her on the desk. I’m truly enjoying my new strength, and what it’s allowing me to do. Pulling her legs apart, I’m now able to dive my face into her pvssy, and taste her juices as they pour from her honey pot. She digs her heals into my back, as I attack her labia and clit with my lips, teeth, and tongue, crying out her pleasure at what I’m doing to her. She has a small patch of brown hair that slightly tickles my nose, but I’m enjoying this too much to care. Soon enough, she starts coming, and my mouth is flooded with her juices. Much more than I think is normal, and I look up at her in confusion, some of her cum-flow dribbling off my chin. "Professor Jane, I believe you just squirted," I tell her with glee. "Call me Janet," she says, but I just look back to her pvssy. I step to her side, and slip my two middle fingers into her honey prison vigorously rubbing in a back and forth motion against the top wall. Sure enough, after a few frantic seconds of this, she is cumming again, her juices arcing away from her desk, and splashing the floor in front of the first row of seats. Her body is shuddering violently in the throes of her squirting orgasm. Thank you Blue film, for teaching me that technique. By this point, I’m dying to get into this hot older woman, and I hope that there has been enough of a break that I won't blow my load right away. As I place the tip of my pricck at her opening, I hear Janet suck in a fearful breath. “I—I don’t think that will fit. . . It’s too big.” I smile, as I rub the head of my granite hard dickson up and down her sopping slit. I then start to push forward, only to pull back, before I feel any pressure against my John thomas. Janet moans in frustration, but I have to keep playing the confidence game (atleast she was the one that initiated the word). I repeat the action a couple more times, each eliciting frustrated noises from the professor. " Janet do you want this?" I ask, and she nods eagerly. ” I can’t hear you,” I state, using the same tone she’d used with me earlier. “Yes,” she whimpers. “Yes, what?” I ask her, wanting her to tell me how badly she wants my cocck. “Yes, master!” Master? That’s unexpected. “Your slave wants her master’s dickk to pulverize her cu*nt. Your slave wants to be split in two by that monster dickk of yours. Fvck her, master. Make your slave the happiest slave on earth, and fvck her!” I’m stunned by this sudden switch in behavior for only a moment, and then before I can say Kwaraption (Buhari's tune), she gets hold of my dickson, and i command again, "Then take it, and put it inside your Vine yard." She eagerly reaches for my member, gripping my rod, and pulls me towards her small flower. She rubs my head against her slick v.hole a few times, moaning as she does so, lubricating my cocck, before wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me hard towards her. All fear about my size must have been lost in her lust and desire for me. *T.B.C* 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 7:28am On May 19, 2016 |
*kwantinue* Janet is a tight fit, though not as tight as Tina or Stephanie, and nowhere near as constricting as Vage. There is a fire burning in her that almost scorches my pecker from its heat. Janet cries out in bliss as bit by bit I sink my rod into her, and as with Nancy, I’m soon fully sheathed in her burning pvssy. She loosens her legs, and I pull back, but she tightens them again forcefully, slamming my dickk back into her depths. Reaching for her tits, I tweak her large nip*ples, making her moan even louder. I devoutly hope no one will hear us, and come to investigate, but I’m also too far along to try and put a stop to this now. “Yes, master. Fvck your slave. She has never had anything so big in her before,” Janet cries out. The third person speech is a little odd, but erotic at the same time. Almost as if I have my own cheerleader. “Destroy her pvssy, and claim it as only yours, master!” Our pelvises take up a steady smacking rhythm as I slam in and out of her. Her arms grab the back of my neck, and pulls my mouth down to hers as her inner muscles suddenly grip me hard, and her cum squirts all over my pelvis, and dribbles from my balls. The feeling is exquisite, and I moan into our kiss, intensifying her orgasm with the sound of my voice. I’m about over the top, all of this master/slave stuff seriously turning me on, and pull out, not wanting to get her pregnant, when another idea strikes me. " Hey slave, suck me off, " I order her, and she immediately hops down off her desk, and swallows my cum soaked dickson back between her lips. “Your slave wants her master’s cum all over her face and bre*asts. Will master reward his slave?” It only takes a couple seconds with her talented tongue, before I start to unload. My first volley hits the back of her throat, and then she pulls back, using her hands to jerk me off as the rest of my ejaculate sprays across her chest and twins. She smiles up at me, as she begins to rub my cum into her skin, tracing around her hard nip*ples, before scooping up a glob, and bringing the cum covered fingers down to her pvssy. She fingers herself until she comes once again, leaving a small puddle of cum under her. When she’s done, she stands back up, and looks me in the eyes. "I hope you‘ll be more confident in yourself from now on?" Her personality has completely switched back into teacher mode. I’m curious about the change, and conclude that after spending all day being in control of students, it must be nice to being controlled by someone else. I laugh, as I tell Prof Jane that I will indeed be more confident. And just to show her, I reach around and grab a handful of her firm arse. “I hope this goes—“ she starts, but I cut her off. “No one will hear about this from me,” I assure her. She slightly moans and her eyes smolder, as I forcefully kiss her one last time before leaving her office Stephanie calls me on my way home, to see if I need any more help forgetting about finals, but I turn her down. I really need to study, instead. Tina calls not five minutes later, and I wonder how on Earth I’m going to juggle these two women. Or is it three now with Jane,? Should I include Nancy as well? My life truly has changed over the last week and a half! "I think someone has been sneaking around my house, and my mom is still at work" Tina tells me worriedly, bringing my attention back to the phone call. "Lock your door, and I'll be at your place shortly," I tell her, but when I get there, I don’t find anyone. Tina thanks me with a big kiss. And for a moment, I wonder if it was just a false alarm to get me over here. Remembering the fear in her voice, and even when I arrived, I know she was truly worried. "Want to come inside? My mom's not home, but if you want I can call her up. I'm sure she wouldn't mind to start coming, during one of her breaks. . ." I laugh, but turn her down for the same reason I'd turned down Stephanie, and relieved that Tina is safe. "I really need to study for finals. I only have a few left, and next week is the start of the holiday break." Tina pouts, but in the end lets me go. For some reason, I feel like I’m missing something as I leave, and the feeling sits in my gut the whole way back to my apartment. I don’t get much studying done (Dennis and Rose are really going at it in the other bedroom), but when ten o'clock rolls around, I decide it’s time for bed. I truly hope that Vage comes to get me tonight. I’m afraid she’s still very Upset at me, which i dont think i can handle anymore. T.B.C 2 Likes 1 Share |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by Presh900(m): 9:40am On May 19, 2016 |
been following since 1901 ....nice work tho' 1 Like |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 9:59am On May 19, 2016 |
Presh900:lolz. Since 1901? Funny. The story itself is how many year old? |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 10:20am On May 19, 2016 |
================================== kwantinuation Blue lights penetrates my eyelids and i know where i am. My eyes fly open, but I’m disappointed to see I’m the only person in the room. The white light douses me, and I can feel my strength leaking from me, as it builds up my body. "Vage?" I call out, but there’s no answer. In silence I wait for the light to finish its work, and then I’m back in my own bed. I’m worried that she’s still upset with me, I’m too guilt ridden. Rose is in the bathroom when I get up, so I go ahead and eat, while I wait. She takes a little longer than Stephanie had yesterday, but I don’t mind too much. Dennis comes out of the bathroom with her, and suddenly I understand what has taken them so long. I quickly shower and shave, and decide to walk to campus. The sun is up, but the air is crisp, my breath misting thickly from me as I walk. My phone rings, and I see its Tina, from the screen "Nick?" Her voice sounds quiet on the other end. "I think that person is back. Can you come over and check?" I’m already most of the way to campus, and really don’t want to turn back around to get my car. "I'm sure it's nothing. Just jump in your car, and drive here. I'm sure you'll be fine," I try to reassure her. "Okay. See you in class?" She still sounds unsure, but I’m glad I won’t need to walk all the way back, and get my car. My first class has a final today, and I don’t want to be late for it. "I can't wait," I say. But I can wait. After what had happened with Prof. Jane last night and then having both Tina and Stephanie in the same class. . . Well, let's just say that if I didn’t have a final, I would be ditching it again. The morning veritably flies by, my finals are easy, and I’m usually one of the first ones done. I see Richard talking with Serena, and know I don’t need to tell him about her. He actually goes so far as to give me a smile and a nod when he sees me, though Serena only gives me a disgusted look before saying something that makes Richard laugh. I don’t have a class after lunch, having taken that final on Tuesday, so I engage myself in the library, and try to come up with ideas on how to defeat the Bokoharams, and casually try various switches on inanimate objects around me. From experience, I know I can create multiple switches at once on a group, but it’s harder on me than making switches one at a time. And the thought of trying to affect an entire fleet of the red beasts. . . Well, that would probably kill me, and I would never even get the opportunity to move the switch, once I make it. Is there something I can do to a few that might affect the rest? Maybe if they mate like the Aliens do, I could put all their females in heat. The males would go wild with lust, and the females would have to mate, or else they die. Meanwhile the human race could fall upon them, and defeat them. . . There are a few problems with that, though. While affecting only the females would reduce the strain on me, it would still be too much. I would also need to notify the government about the aliens, and I don’t feel like being locked up in a loony bin. And then, I am only going with a guess that they MIGHT be like Vage, which isn’t a good start. Vage's entire species are herbivores, while the Bokoharams are pure carnivores. Maybe if I were to change their diet. . . But then again, their food preference doesn’t necessarily mean anything. It’s not likely to work, but for now it’s something. No further plan occurs to me by the time I have to get to Prof. Jane's class, and I reluctantly turn my feet in that direction. Stephanie greets me just outside the door, with a smile on her face, and her long lashes batting at me. Had I really thought Tina was that much prettier than her a couple weeks ago? Right now, as the pretty brunette smiles at me, I’d have to say they’re on par. Thinking of Tina, I look around for her, but don’t spy her blonde hair. "Are you ready for this? I stayed up half the night studying, but I know there will be something I forgot to look up on this final." She seems fidgety as she speaks all in a rush. "Relax. I have no doubt you'll do fine," I try to reassure her, but she isn't having it. "Well, we can't all be as smart as you, Nick. I'll bet you played games all night, instead of studying." "I studied," I tell her defensively. I had listened to Rose's loud cries, and Dennis' grunts more, but I HAD tried to study. . . For a few minutes, at least. Deciding out of reflex to do something for her, I make a quick switch to increase her memory, and confidence, and budge them both a little, and I see her back stiffen slightly, and her shoulders go back. “Hmmm,” she murmurs, “I don’t know why, but suddenly I feel a lot better. Thanks!” She gets on her tip-toes and places a soft kiss on my cheek. T.b.c 3 Likes 1 Share |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 10:42am On May 19, 2016 |
*kwantinuation* (Illegal tune) Stephanie sits right next to me, and I look around again for Tina, but she is nowhere to be seen. Prof. Jane has us separate some, putting at least one empty seat between each student, before handing out the tests, one by one. She informs us that there are four different test versions, but when she hands me the question booklet from the bottom of her stack, I see that the answers have already been marked, and then poorly erased. Janet barely smiles at me, before walking on, handing out other tests. I notice a few of the other men in class giving me jealous glares, but luckily Stephanie is already going over her test, and hadn't noticed. I still don’t see Tina. I start answering the questions, at first verifying the circled answer is the correct one, but after the first ten are accurate, I start copying the book. Every now and then I answer one intentionally wrong; there is no reason to make my cheating completely obvious,(who knows? The president may extend his anti corruption programme to our school) even if Janet had handed me this book on purpose. I also verify answers here and there, just to make sure it’s not a trap. It’s not as though I don’t trust Janet, but it’s always better to play it safe, than sorry. For all I know, she might trick me, in order to get me to fail, and then I’d have to take her class again. About halfway through, Tina still hasn't shown up. Tina had said she would see me in class, didn’t she? Was there really someone there this morning, and did they do something to her? Or am I just being paranoid? Dammit, I don’t need this right now! I start rushing through the test, worried about Tina. I can call her as soon as I get out of this test. Sweat is actually beading on my brow, as I walk up and hand the test to Prof. Jane. She smiles at me again, and I think she is about to say more, but looks at the class behind me, and just mouths, "Thank you." Despite my stress, I can’t help but catch her sweet scent, and notice how nice she looks. I try to walk calmly out of class, though I know my steps are faster than a normal walk. As soon as the door closes behind me, I pull out my phone, and call Tina. One ring. . . Two rings. . . After the fourth ring, it goes to the MTN's computer girlish voice. Hanging up, I try again, but with the same result. I decide to leave a message this time. "Tina. Just worried about you. Gimme a call when you get this. Bye." That was my last class, but I would gladly skip any others as I start to walk briskly home. My heart is thudding in my chest as I almost run, and despite the cold, I’m sweating even more as I rush to get to my car. I only have the faintest warning, before pain explodes in the back of my head, and blackness swallows the world around me. * * * The back of my head hurts almost as bad as the second day with my ability. A soft sobbing is the second thing to penetrate the haze that seems to fill my mind. Lifting my head to find the source of the crying, I realize that I’m tied up and nakked, as I attempt to move my arms. The room I’m in is dim and there’s no furniture. I can faintly make out holes in the wall, and know that this must be an abandoned house. The only light is coming through the holes in the walls, and a flashlight shining on Tina. Tina lays hunched on the floor about ten feet in front of me, her hands tied to another post, and she was just as nakked as I am. Bruises and cuts cover her body, all of them fresh, some with dried blood. "So, you finally wake up," a cold voice says from a shadow. I look in the direction of the voice, groaning at the pain the movement causes in my skull. The voice laughs, and only then do I recognize it. "Dan," I say, the name hissing through my teeth. Damn, even talking hurts. I fight feebly against my bonds, but they’re rope, and I know my ability can’t affect them. The pain of even this small movement is excruciating. Tina moans piteously in her corner, and I feel my rage increase, some of it directed inward. I had assumed that Dan's attack would come at me. I didn’t think he would attack someone else to hurt me. "What do you want from us?" I’m proud of how steady and calm my voice sounds. "Us? I don't want anything from Tina, it's you I want to make pay. She is just an innocent, caught in your freakish evil ways." There is laughter behind every word, and it makes me think of the Joker. For a second I debate on flipping his 'sleep' switch, but that will still leave us both tied up. Somehow I have to convince him to untie us. And in order to do that, I have to keep him talking. I don’t think a 'guilt' switch will work in him, like it had in Tina the last time I'd been tied up. "MY evil ways? What are you talking about?" How could HE consider ME evil, after what he’d obviously done to Tina? T.b.c 3 Likes 1 Share |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by Presh900(m): 10:59am On May 19, 2016 |
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Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 12:01pm On May 19, 2016 |
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Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 12:26pm On May 19, 2016 |
*kwantinuation* Dan Peters steps out of the shadows, and into the dim light, wearing nothing but a wicked smile. His dickk is hard between his legs, and it wobbles as he walks to where Tina’s cowering. My blood boils as I see the fear in her eyes. "Why?, it’s a good thing I arrived when I did,“ Dan says solicitously and then continues, “Unfortunately I’m too late to stop you from rap*ing and Killing poor Tina, but at least I got here in time to beat you to coma, freak." Tina cringes as Dan approaches her, and I spit in his direction, and then moan in pain. I notice he has a condom on, as he bends over, grabs Tina's arse, and lifts it up. She struggles against him, until he smacks her hard, she sobs some more, but stops fighting. I know this isn’t the first time he's ra*ped her today, and that this time it’s just for my benefit. I can’t stand it. Even if it means staying tied up, I can’t let him hurt her again. I flip his 'sleep' switch, and cry out in throbbing agony, as nothing happens. Dan mistakes my cry of agony for one of anguish, and laughs as he shoves himself into the bounded woman from behind. Tina cries out, her terror and pain evident, which only serves to make Dan’s smile wider. I try again to put him to sleep, but the ache in my head is too intense, and I can’t work through it. I slump in my bonds, trying to drive the hurt away. "No!" Dan screams. "No, you will watch this." Hearing him approach me, I look up in time to see him grab a broom handle and crack it against my ribs. There is a loud CRACK, and I feel my ribs break; breathing becomes an excruciating chore. Spider webs of pure torture blossom from the point where he'd struck me. My scream echoes around the small room well after I run out of breath. "Watch it and weep, or I'll hit you again. You don't have to watch long. She’s pretty loose, but as soon as I'm done, I'll put you both out of your misery." "You won't get away with this," I wheeze, having a hard time getting enough air. "Won't I? What is there to get away with? I heard some odd noises from outside as I was walking by, and came in to find you strangling Tina as you ra*ped her. I beat you with this stick, and apparently go too far, and kill you. I'll even call the Police, and sob at the evil I saw in here." Dan cackles, and I know I need to stop him somehow. Joker, indeed. If only I can get my switches to work. If my head didn’t throb so badly, I’m sure I could do what needs to be done, but there is no chance of that right now. Dan walks back over to Tina, and flips her to her back, before thrusting violently back into her. Her tits bounce obscenely as the bastard plows in and out of her. He gives me a big smile as his hands wrap around her neck, and I can see her eyes bulge as he starts to strangle her. "You pansy crazy fool!" I cry, hoping to distract him, but he ignores the insult, grinning at me while he slowly chokes the life out of Tina. I can no longer hear her sobs, as they are also cut off. I can see the stark terror in her eyes as she looks at me, pleading for me to do something. She knows what I’m capable of, which makes the look of pleading in her hazel eyes that much more painful. I know she wants me to use my ability, but I can’t. It’s just not working right now. "I can't," I sob, as I watch her dying. My head hurts too much. Maybe if Vage were here to heal me, I could use them, but she’s not. Wait, isn’t she always watching me? "Vage!" I yell, ignoring the pain in my chest and head at the effort. "Help me." Tina's eyes slowly close, as her struggles weaken. In desperation, I fight against my bonds, against the pain, needing to get out, to run to her and save her. Tina's eyes close, and her limbs go limp, and sick, demented Dan blows his load into the condom. Suddenly a quick flash of light illuminated the room, and I see Dan look away from me. "What the fvck?" His hands loosen around Tina's neck, but it’s too late. She lies unmoving, as Dan stands up, and grabs his broom handle again. A familiar greenish-yellow light surrounds me, and I don’t waste any time. The broom handle is flying hard and fast at my head, a blow that will likely knock me unconscious, if not worse, when I hit his 'paralyze' switch. The broom stops mere centimeters from my temple. I can feel my body tingling, as it repairs itself under the healing light. My ribs knit back together, and the throbbing in my head lessens until it’s gone. I feel the ropes holding me to the post loosen, and then fall, but my eyes are locked on Dan. My sight is filled with a red haze, as I glare at this evil beast. I can’t even think of him as a human. I see fear in his beady little eyes, and his lips quiver as I step up to him. 1 Like |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by SmartestPopQUEEN(f): 12:26pm On May 19, 2016 |
I appreciate every one. |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by Presh900(m): 4:09pm On May 19, 2016 |
SmartestPopQUEEN:. Hehehehehe no be dah one ooh abeg |
Re: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And Sex Story) a story by Queenliz by Presh900(m): 4:10pm On May 19, 2016 |
MORRRRREEEEEE.!!!!! 1 Like 1 Share |
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