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Chapter #6
You know, one's good... but two is a party!
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"Hmm... I could get quite a bit of fun out of you... then again, I'd need at least two of you if I want to play a game, and you know how much I like games!" You chirp, patting her ass as you thought about your options. Well, to you it was patting. You imagined that from her perspective you it was probably much closer to spanking. "You know what? Let's get you a playmate!" You decree, striding back to your room. You set Maria down and tarred her to the floor, a bit overkill as she couldn't move anyway but hey, you could never be too careful. "You just sit tight here, I'll be right back." You instruct her sarcastically, giving her two quick pats on the head before leaving to find yourself a second clone.
You again stalked around the halls, making sure to catch as little attention as possible. You make your way to the food court, usually empty at this time of day save for a janitor and maybe a cook or two. Maria liked to hang out in these sorts of areas, she could isolate people more easily. scanning the area from one of the shadier corners in the hopes of catching Maria in the midst of one of her jokes. Sure enough you spotted one, too preoccupied with harassing a male chef to notice you. Maria had snuck up on him, tied him to a chair, stripped him, and was currently busy writing profanities on every inch of his skin with a sharpie.
You slide over the counter right up behind her, the girl completely unaware of your presence. The chef on the other hand was looking right at you, worried eyes wondering if you were friend or foe. Maria eventually noticed that her captive wasn't focusing his attention on her any more and traced his gaze right into you. Before she could react you had secured her hands, feet, and mouth in tar just as you did her twin, hoisting her up onto your shoulder and walking off. As you did so though the chef began making panicked grunts. Turning back you saw that he shifted his gaze rapidly between his bindings and you, nonverbally begging you to help him.
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