 Contact pads were carefully fitted petite pants loosely between the framework and Maria's head at several points... five at the base of her neck, more continuing up and over the center of her head from back to front petite. One petite side of the pads conformed to the silver petiteteen harness, with the other side showing short, needle-like wires that would allow contact with the scalp petite despite the petite presence of thick, auburn hair.
 The nameless, faceless petite pants intruder petite hesitated. It petite was impossible to tell if petite it was in appreciation, or simply pants one last look to petite make certain petite that everything was petiteteen as it image should be.
 A finger seductively traced petiteteen the outline of the button petite pants, and then pressed. A red LED at the teen end of petite the antenna began flashing, searching for the carrier petite wave that would give it instructions to pass along to the framework which would, in turn, pass them on to Maria petite pants.
 Outside in the petite pants street petite, nine identically dressed black figures converged and boarded a newspaper delivery van. After a short few petite minutes, it pulled away petite as quietly as it had arrived.
 When her body finally came to rest, light was shining brightly through her bedroom window.
 After nearly another hour petite, she sat up slowly, stretched, and went into the bathroom. She gazed at herself in pants the mirror, casting petite a critical eye on her appearance. Definitely something wrong.
 Dana pants smiled gently to herself as she noticed Maria's brown-eyed petite stare.
 "Let's have petite a look, then."
 "Andrea, meet Maria Sizen, on the right image, and Dana Jarret."
 "Exactly. Now, call them on the phone. Begin protocols Zed-Slash petiteteen-Alpha-Two-Nine through Zed-Slash-Epsilon-Eight-Three," said Andrea petite pants, pleased with her secretary's increasing understanding petite. She would make an able assistant yet.
 Thelma picked petite pants up petiteteen the phone teen, already smiling. "Hi sweetie... this petiteteen is an unexpected petiteteen pleasure."
 Thelma couldn't resist guessing. "So petite pants Phil and you are petite going to finally tie petite the image knot?"
 "Johannsen...?" Thelma repeated the name distractedly, as she felt her arguments hitting a petite brick image wall. She suddenly had a thousand petite memories, a million petite feelings image for image which petite she couldn petite pants't find the words spinning in her head petite, that kept coming petite back petite to a single thought: 'My daughter...'
 But Thelma was petite having petite a petite hard image time listening. She wasn't petite sure that she could handle any more without screaming. Acting completely on reflex, she began to lean on petiteteen her well-practiced "political distance", while inside, she was crumbling in confusion.
 Carefully keeping her voice petite from shaking petite, she finally said, "Honey, I know this is petite big, and I have... I'm sorry, my mind drifted for a second. I have an advisor waiting on me, and besides, the petite pants phone isn't petiteteen the teen place to pants talk about this. How about... maybe dinner? I have petite... let me see... Thursday evening open... but I petiteteen've got to run right now petite pants..."
 "Yes pants Ma'am," he responded, his business-like petiteteen tone managing petite to reassure her. "Anything you want petite on your calendar?" he continued.
 "And...?" queried Tim.
 She was image confident, and confident without a single waver petite. She petite was obviously completely at home in her petiteteen role as the head of pants a small petite but growing technology company, and unafraid of the petite power or authority of others.
 Thelma considered the request petite for a moment before answering, "No, I have no problem at all with petite that, as long as you don't petite use the picture for political gain or promotional materials. I petite've petite had to learn that as a public figure, pictures are petite part of the daily routine." Thelma smiled. "The way your business teen is growing, you petite'll know that soon, too." She walked over to her petiteteen desk and dialed petite pants the phone petite rather than using the intercom. "Tim petite pants, could you come in here for a moment? Oh, and teen remember, I'm not here."
 "Say, 'PAC Money.'" quipped Tim as he pressed the petite button teen.
 "Sweet petiteteen dreams, Thel," she added in petite pants a low teen, sultry voice.
 Thelma's body tensed petite pants as teen Andrea activated the Trainer again. Personal image indoctrination was not usually necessary petite, but this one petiteteen needed petite to be both strong and subtle petite.
 Much of Thelma's personality would have to remain intact. Improvisation could be pants called for during the petite pants conversion, and Andrea needed Thelma's facade to be petite perfect.
 Thelma smiled slightly. "Mmmm Andrea."
 "I can petite tell petiteteen you're having trouble thinking petiteteen straight petite. That will petite last quite awhile longer, so it's petite very important petiteteen that you listen to and do every little thing I say."
 "Show me petite. Lick my slick, sweet cunt."
 Thelma opened her eyes and petite slid from the couch to her knees teen, literally crawling petite to Andrea petiteteen. Andrea hissed in satisfaction as Thelma's entire past was rebuilt to serve Andrea's needs. It wasn't like she wanted or petite pants needed another pants lover. What she needed was complete control of petite pants the Governor.
 Three technicians came in wearing white, hooded cleansuits. They began pants to work petiteteen around the girl, without speaking petite or hesitating, as if performing petite some mysterious, ancient ritual. Over her body, wires were attached with pads. Some were to monitor and her status. Some were to transmit and receive information.
 Next, the three figures attached tubes and needles into the woman teen's arms petite, legs petiteteen, torso, feet and hands, and even petite at the base of her neck, so that when petite they were finally done, the poor girl looked like some artistic petite rendering petiteteen of a cyborg in the pants making, a mix image of human pants form and mechanical efficiency. Veronica slowly fingered her intensely itching clit through her spandex bodysuit petite as the eroticism petiteteen of the sight sank into her mind.
 "Clear the room. Beginning Segment Three," she petite said into petiteteen the microphone, as her face again became impassive.
 Ramona, her breathing still fast petite and defiant, stared at the control room teen window.
 The cylinder petiteteen adjusted slightly from side to side as petite it petite descended, finally resting two petite inches above Ramona's petite head. From beside each laser petite, a tiny petite wire petiteteen filament descended and pressed image into the outside corner of each eye, stopping petite pants when five inches had been petite inserted. There was the sound of a light teen snick as the wire was snapped off inside Ramon's head petite and the excess inch petite pants was image pulled back out petite.
 Veronica was petite cringing. Although she knew that Ramona could petite not feel or see pants what was happening, it still looked particularly gruesome. Once done, however, the process left petite pants no evidence or scars, and Veronica relaxed as the teen insertion device pulled away.
 Ramona was much petite more placid petite, now. The petite effects of the Infusor had still not completely worn off, and it was as if the girl petite were under petite the influence of a slight narcotic. In teen a few moments petiteteen, she would be under the influence of something much stronger.
 Veronica watched petiteteen as the intravenous tubes began petite injecting a series of drugs petite into Ramona's body. Some were local stimulants, some, psycho-active agents that would increase her emotional response petite, and some had a slightly hallucinogenic effect, which petite would bring the coming images to life petite.
 She saw the picture of her fiance change... it almost looked image like petite he was petite turning to face her... breathing... in relief petiteteen against the screen, as if the image were not far away, but directly on petite her eyes... and she moaned as she was petite overcome with the tidal teen wave petite of emotion crashing down every barrier inside her.
 "No, my dear," answered petiteteen Veronica petite. "It's actually a quite image pleasant seventy-one degrees."
 As the lights pants lowered, the screen showed a picture of Andrea petiteteen Johannsen. Veronica's voice spoke softly in her ear petiteteen, "Do you petite recognize this woman petite?"
 "A cockroach."
 Ramona didn't petite pants answer. She petite pressed petiteteen her head backward in revulsion. She wanted to kill it pants, stomp it out, get rid of it any way she could.
 Ramona felt the words echo inside her mind... and noticed that the thing was petite pants moving petite... it was more petite pants than a picture, it was consuming her vision, eating her mind... she petite had petite to stop it... kill it petite... smash it petiteteen... flush it away petiteteen...
 She petite hung up the petite phone petite and stepped out petite pants of her body suit, spreading her legs and pressing a finger deep into petite her petite pussy while she thumbed her swollen clit. Maria had the best tongue she had recruited yet.
 "Who is this, Ramona?"
 "No image. What am I supposed to image do petite... lie petite to you?"
 "Not at all. Just wanted to be sure petiteteen. We plan to kill this petite woman," Veronica lied.
 As she began to writhe her hips pants and moan petite, Veronica encouraged her, "Yes, that petiteteen's right... such teen a slut... so good... mmmm let petite it overtake you... and this is just where we petite begin..."
 "Absolutely. I'll kill the sniveling, ugly cunt for you. No petite problem."
 "He's my... my... fiance. Yes. My fiance petiteteen, Robert petite.
 "The petite waste of bitchflesh petite I petiteteen'm going to kill petite," answered petite Ramona, with no external stimulation pants at all image.
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