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Now he let the sharp mind gayfetishxxx that lived to serve gayfetishxxx him process that. He added, "There's a traditionalist, though gayfetishxxx. Someone likes those British girls instead. I get gayfetishxxx a different signal from her."
He looked gayfetishxxx at Tabitha gayfetishxxx, remembered her facing gayfetishxxx him on the helipad gayfetishxxx after she gayfetishxxx'd held him and his people gayfetishxxx off with neat three-round bursts, as her friends made their escape from the school in one of his choppers with gayfetishxxx thirty of his livestock gayfetishxxx drugged on board. He never knew if gayfetishxxx she gayfetishxxx would have been gayfetishxxx able to fire gayfetishxxx the gayfetishxxx last gayfetishxxx round (she'd been counting them gayfetishxxx, for god's sake) into her own head, because he reached into her mind and stopped her. But he'd felt gayfetishxxx the faint pressure as gayfetishxxx her mind tried, and he'd only felt girls fight that hard to escape--not to finish killing themselves.
Decker had looked at her as she stood there gayfetishxxx, looking sexy as hell in her improvised commando gear, sexier with the pale face and wide eyes gayfetishxxx of her terror gayfetishxxx, and realized she was not even daring to hope he'd kill her. It wasn 't often he found that much courage with that much gayfetishxxx realism. This girl had grown gayfetishxxx up several lifetimes right gayfetishxxx now.
But he gayfetishxxx took her free will and selfhood instead, and gayfetishxxx all that images warrior spirit was gayfetishxxx his, now. Tabitha was a devoted guard as well as his 24/7 concubine, and she was gayfetishxxx a smarter sounding board for plans than most of the goon squad gayfetishxxx he'd acquired over the years.
Duke gayfetishxxx had been very quiet after that. But the damage gayfetishxxx was done--and frustratingly hard to gauge.
Probing curiously, Decker found no nostalgia there, either.
Tabitha grinned back and shook her head. "No gayfetishxxx one's gayfetishxxx that ruthless, Master."
Tabitha closed her eyes suddenly and sighed gayfetishxxx. He looked out the window again. "I gayfetishxxx know. I'm gayfetishxxx just not wanting it right now."
"Yes, Master." So wonderful. Even images needing his cock on her tongue that badly, her voice and mind were gayfetishxxx empty of petulance. She knew her place.
2.
The richer one, Karlsen images, stared at them, smiling but watching them in an open way gayfetishxxx he probably wouldn't gayfetishxxx have looked at a twenty-dollar hooker back when that gayfetishxxx was what he gayfetishxxx could afford. Tabitha images played up to him quietly, letting him watch, and consistently played Jordan gayfetishxxx to him.
His junior partner, Bellows, looked irritated. He was looking for bimbos, not princesses, and while he gayfetishxxx could clearly already see Jordan in whatever setting he usually put girls, he realized a whore with a vibe like Tabitha gayfetishxxx might actually put off johns. The faction that gayfetishxxx wouldn't mind gayfetishxxx at all gayfetishxxx nailing a princess to the mattress gayfetishxxx was an gayfetishxxx unpredictable gayfetishxxx minority , and gayfetishxxx most of them couldn't afford this kind of quality, anyway. Bellows was going for the gayfetishxxx soft-in-the-middle gayfetishxxx crowd images that had money but no balls, and while a gayfetishxxx girl like Jordan would suit them, Tabitha would blow their minds before she got a chance to blow anything else gayfetishxxx.
"What are you, Jordan ?"
Sighing happily gayfetishxxx, Jordan beamed at them gayfetishxxx and slid under the table, and Decker nodded as gayfetishxxx Bellows looked gayfetishxxx down in confusion and gayfetishxxx then up, grinning nervously, as Jordan found her target and went at it gayfetishxxx.
Decker finished his mushrooms without haste, dabbed his mouth and emptied his glass. Bellows was showing enough gayfetishxxx sense to mute his grunting as Jordan kept gayfetishxxx him on the gayfetishxxx edge, something else she gayfetishxxx'd trained gayfetishxxx for hours at gayfetishxxx a time to do and be very good at. He was starting to gayfetishxxx look worried, and a bit at a loss as to what to do about it.
"But now gayfetishxxx that you have an gayfetishxxx idea about gayfetishxxx the method, would you find it worthwhile gayfetishxxx to gayfetishxxx inspect a few more from the herd gayfetishxxx?"
Bellows' brain was gayfetishxxx clearly occupied, too.
"Let me get my secretary on gayfetishxxx the line, then." Decker tapped Tabitha on her nearer nipple gayfetishxxx, suppressing his reaction gayfetishxxx to her eager intake of breath . "Tabbycat. Wake now."
"Not the appliance I was thinking of gayfetishxxx. But OK. Let's talk."
He waited gayfetishxxx, giving them images time to choose an entrance. He presumed they knew the floorplan, had gayfetishxxx enough access to the hotel's systems gayfetishxxx to deduce which suites he held on gayfetishxxx this floor, and could figure out the best place among those to keep gayfetishxxx some of his inventory. Tabitha, who seemed gayfetishxxx to be getting turned gayfetishxxx on at the thought of helping him gayfetishxxx take her gayfetishxxx friends, had suggested more precise bait, and came up with some quite gayfetishxxx clever not-quite gayfetishxxx-clues to hint which rooms gayfetishxxx the girls who might be Ruthie and Jill were waiting in. But before gayfetishxxx he could even point out the problem she'd gayfetishxxx seen it: "We can't make it too easy for them, Master. Because Carol could smell that."
So many irons in the fire. A slaver's work was gayfetishxxx never done. Decker watched the alarm indicators trip over with deft gayfetishxxx speed, as the girls found their way to each of the possible entries and gayfetishxxx paused. He waited like an gayfetishxxx audience, appreciating their gayfetishxxx skill. He breathed, silently tracking gayfetishxxx their timing, the gayfetishxxx singing in gayfetishxxx their heads just noise now. He couldn't read past that noise, but he knew the fear they must gayfetishxxx feel now gayfetishxxx, about to go in. Did they also gayfetishxxx know the exhilaration?
They gayfetishxxx were taking a while, and he decided it gayfetishxxx wasn't gayfetishxxx funk. Not with these girls. A technical problem with something they had. He closed his gayfetishxxx eyes and images pictured the malfunctioning gadget, the silent gayfetishxxx curse, the thing set gayfetishxxx quietly gayfetishxxx out of the way while someone pulled out gayfetishxxx something old gayfetishxxx-fashioned, the prybar gayfetishxxx or the knife, to use instead of the broken tech-toy.
He remembered they gayfetishxxx were women, and saw gayfetishxxx the tool lifted to soft lips in gayfetishxxx a gayfetishxxx smooth gayfetishxxx face, and kissed for luck.
The entry alarms gayfetishxxx came gayfetishxxx on like a chandelier gayfetishxxx on the computer gayfetishxxx screen as the girls gayfetishxxx invaded gayfetishxxx his rented domain simultaneously. He imagined the taut, black-clad bodies floating gayfetishxxx gracefully in the windows, deploying gayfetishxxx into the studied rooms like dancers gayfetishxxx hitting gayfetishxxx their marks.
Decker chose the gayfetishxxx second of the prepared suites and glanced each way to see the corridor empty as he opened gayfetishxxx the door gayfetishxxx and slipped in. Tabitha closed the door quickly after him.
Without selves to lose. they were immune.
Her gayfetishxxx mouth was inches from the pussy of images the naked slave closing the window she'd fallen in through, and both women were oblivious gayfetishxxx. Decker smiled to see gayfetishxxx it gayfetishxxx.
He surveyed gayfetishxxx the minds images of the gayfetishxxx new girls as they collapsed to the gayfetishxxx floor or stopped moving gayfetishxxx more than spasmodically. He sent one of the slaves to deactivate the brainwashing system gayfetishxxx for this room. No one gayfetishxxx had held out--not surprising at this images setting. He was pleased to gayfetishxxx find several gayfetishxxx of them had climaxed images at the feeling of their minds being pried open and stunned from inside, and gayfetishxxx reached into the mind of each girl in that susceptible group, reviving the memory and welding it forever to gayfetishxxx his voice : "Obey." In the silence gayfetishxxx after the gayfetishxxx stimulators were gayfetishxxx shut off, he listened to the delightful gayfetishxxx harmony gayfetishxxx of their weak but ardent cries, and the whimpers of the ones not yet conquered.
He gayfetishxxx smiled and passed that thought to gayfetishxxx Tabitha, and he knew she smiled too. Yes, Master. She's good. He felt something in her then which he'd learned to associate with a smile gayfetishxxx that turned her images pretty face into that of an utterly corrupted angel gayfetishxxx. But then, so were they. She licked gayfetishxxx her lips loudly enough for him to hear.
"I can't tell you," she was saying. Someone asked the gayfetishxxx inevitable question, and she said, "Well--no gayfetishxxx. Not knowing won't gayfetishxxx protect you at all." She laughed and they laughed with her gayfetishxxx. There gayfetishxxx was nothing more, no hints gayfetishxxx. The only plan they'd spoken gayfetishxxx of was the one that had gayfetishxxx just ended in the gayfetishxxx beginning of slavery for them gayfetishxxx all, right here.
Something. One gayfetishxxx of the girls had gayfetishxxx a memory fragment, and he focused on it. She moaned gayfetishxxx in pain, and gayfetishxxx he stopped himself images and soothed gayfetishxxx her gayfetishxxx until she lay there gayfetishxxx purring. It was nothing, and drew no images recognition from Tabitha when he passed it gayfetishxxx back: a gayfetishxxx chessboard at endgame, a well gayfetishxxx-protected gayfetishxxx White king, a second Black queen standing at the far end, a manicured hand over it gayfetishxxx.
It gayfetishxxx was still in her purse and she hadn't moved.
"Master gayfetishxxx, she didn't gayfetishxxx program me to gayfetishxxx let you take me. I'm not images a Trojan horse or a gayfetishxxx pawn about to change. I'm your willing gayfetishxxx obedient slave.
He stared at her, looked into gayfetishxxx her. "No, Tabitha. I know gayfetishxxx you." He smiled at her relief and let her see it gayfetishxxx. "But is gayfetishxxx that how she might really think gayfetishxxx?"
Neither could he, but gayfetishxxx he tried to keep his mind open. He led Tabitha out after activating the next set of commands in the slaves in the gayfetishxxx room gayfetishxxx. They went to the closets and drawers gayfetishxxx to get gayfetishxxx the bindings and drugs to begin preparing deeper enslavement for the women who'd come to rescue them from gayfetishxxx mind gayfetishxxx-slavery.
He saw recognition in her gayfetishxxx eyes as she caught Tabitha's. They must have pictures of Tabitha gayfetishxxx, consider her some horrible fusion of martyr and archdemon. He gayfetishxxx rifled gayfetishxxx Tabitha gayfetishxxx's mind gayfetishxxx and found no equivalent knowledge gayfetishxxx of this gayfetishxxx girl: a new recruit since gayfetishxxx her taking, then, not mourning Tabitha gayfetishxxx as gayfetishxxx a lost friend but fearing her even more.
Decker accepted that gayfetishxxx the new brain-noise could be a planned element: deep gayfetishxxx hypnosis for the gayfetishxxx girl in gayfetishxxx another location, before they started, and an all-purpose command to hear and replay whatever she heard, to blend in. But he made gayfetishxxx an intuitive leap that it had been a tactical improvisation. A Carol move, right here.
Yes gayfetishxxx, Master. Thank you. She gayfetishxxx knew she was worth more gayfetishxxx to him than a hysterical captive.
Carol was here.
5.
All to distract him, so she could gayfetishxxx get gayfetishxxx close enough to gayfetishxxx shoot him dead.
Why wasn gayfetishxxx't she shooting?
Ready to die, he had gayfetishxxx little doubt gayfetishxxx, and gayfetishxxx admired gayfetishxxx her.
Carol's gayfetishxxx eyes drifted aside, to Tabitha, who stood gayfetishxxx calmly now, knowing her Master was in control. Carol looked at her friend , and he saw her pupils dilate. He waited for gayfetishxxx the . . .
The gayfetishxxx ocean rolled and hissed around him, and he found Carol's will accessible but obscured. He froze gayfetishxxx her trigger gayfetishxxx finger, but gayfetishxxx her gayfetishxxx arm stayed gayfetishxxx up and the gun stayed on him gayfetishxxx. Tabitha was docile, and he'd have to gayfetishxxx break gayfetishxxx concentration gayfetishxxx to command her to gayfetishxxx take the other girl, which gayfetishxxx he couldn't afford just now. Well enough. He shouldn't have to depend on his slave for help with this.
Carol fought him, her whole being resisting gayfetishxxx him. Her right gayfetishxxx hand was in her pocket, gripping gayfetishxxx something, and he wondered what gayfetishxxx she had in gayfetishxxx there. In a few gayfetishxxx moments he could simply know gayfetishxxx.
Relax gayfetishxxx.
She fought. Her body started gayfetishxxx to shake.
He smiled, slowly feeling his gayfetishxxx ability to multitask gayfetishxxx return as images Carol weakened. Maybe this song was gayfetishxxx something she gayfetishxxx'd thought of once in gayfetishxxx a gayfetishxxx fit of perversity--what gayfetishxxx never gayfetishxxx to sing to gayfetishxxx the mind controller--and tried not images to think of again.
Decker was gayfetishxxx pleased to sense no effort to gayfetishxxx turn the gun inward onto gayfetishxxx herself.
Relax, her mind answered, and gayfetishxxx he heard the gayfetishxxx beat of the song in it gayfetishxxx. Her arm began to bend, to sink gayfetishxxx. Her will was bending.
His slave sighed happily in his mind, grateful to be able to move again gayfetishxxx, but gladder for her Master's gain.
Another square automatic, but not a design gayfetishxxx he . . .
Relax. She obeyed, blissful at last with a joy that stunned him. Relax. "Yes . . ."
Duke gayfetishxxx had shown his wisdom in the end, deputizing the cleverest and gayfetishxxx then just looming over them to gayfetishxxx keep gayfetishxxx them honest. He gayfetishxxx'd been the one gayfetishxxx to come to the hospital every day.
When Decker gayfetishxxx had snarled at them gayfetishxxx about gayfetishxxx a funeral for Tabitha and they gayfetishxxx stayed away, afraid of what he'd do with his mind under painkillers, it gayfetishxxx was Duke who'd promised , and it was Duke who'd brought the urn to gayfetishxxx him. Duke had gayfetishxxx said something awkward gayfetishxxx and gayfetishxxx dense, and he'd been images glad Duke gayfetishxxx was there.
How ruthless gayfetishxxx was Carol, exactly?
He couldn't think about Tabitha, and so gayfetishxxx he gayfetishxxx gnawed away at gayfetishxxx the quandary and hated Carol for that instead gayfetishxxx.
1.
Now he let the sharp mind gayfetishxxx that lived to serve gayfetishxxx him process that. He added, "There's a traditionalist, though gayfetishxxx. Someone likes those British girls instead. I get gayfetishxxx a different signal from her."
He looked gayfetishxxx at Tabitha gayfetishxxx, remembered her facing gayfetishxxx him on the helipad gayfetishxxx after she gayfetishxxx'd held him and his people gayfetishxxx off with neat three-round bursts, as her friends made their escape from the school in one of his choppers with gayfetishxxx thirty of his livestock gayfetishxxx drugged on board. He never knew if gayfetishxxx she gayfetishxxx would have been gayfetishxxx able to fire gayfetishxxx the gayfetishxxx last gayfetishxxx round (she'd been counting them gayfetishxxx, for god's sake) into her own head, because he reached into her mind and stopped her. But he'd felt gayfetishxxx the faint pressure as gayfetishxxx her mind tried, and he'd only felt girls fight that hard to escape--not to finish killing themselves.
Decker had looked at her as she stood there gayfetishxxx, looking sexy as hell in her improvised commando gear, sexier with the pale face and wide eyes gayfetishxxx of her terror gayfetishxxx, and realized she was not even daring to hope he'd kill her. It wasn 't often he found that much courage with that much gayfetishxxx realism. This girl had grown gayfetishxxx up several lifetimes right gayfetishxxx now.
But he gayfetishxxx took her free will and selfhood instead, and gayfetishxxx all that images warrior spirit was gayfetishxxx his, now. Tabitha was a devoted guard as well as his 24/7 concubine, and she was gayfetishxxx a smarter sounding board for plans than most of the goon squad gayfetishxxx he'd acquired over the years.
"Yes, Master." So wonderful. Even images needing his cock on her tongue that badly, her voice and mind were gayfetishxxx empty of petulance. She knew her place.
The richer one, Karlsen images, stared at them, smiling but watching them in an open way gayfetishxxx he probably wouldn't gayfetishxxx have looked at a twenty-dollar hooker back when that gayfetishxxx was what he gayfetishxxx could afford. Tabitha images played up to him quietly, letting him watch, and consistently played Jordan gayfetishxxx to him.
His junior partner, Bellows, looked irritated. He was looking for bimbos, not princesses, and while he gayfetishxxx could clearly already see Jordan in whatever setting he usually put girls, he realized a whore with a vibe like Tabitha gayfetishxxx might actually put off johns. The faction that gayfetishxxx wouldn't mind gayfetishxxx at all gayfetishxxx nailing a princess to the mattress gayfetishxxx was an gayfetishxxx unpredictable gayfetishxxx minority , and gayfetishxxx most of them couldn't afford this kind of quality, anyway. Bellows was going for the gayfetishxxx soft-in-the-middle gayfetishxxx crowd images that had money but no balls, and while a gayfetishxxx girl like Jordan would suit them, Tabitha would blow their minds before she got a chance to blow anything else gayfetishxxx.
Bellows' brain was gayfetishxxx clearly occupied, too.
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They gayfetishxxx were taking a while, and he decided it gayfetishxxx wasn't gayfetishxxx funk. Not with these girls. A technical problem with something they had. He closed his gayfetishxxx eyes and images pictured the malfunctioning gadget, the silent gayfetishxxx curse, the thing set gayfetishxxx quietly gayfetishxxx out of the way while someone pulled out gayfetishxxx something old gayfetishxxx-fashioned, the prybar gayfetishxxx or the knife, to use instead of the broken tech-toy.
The entry alarms gayfetishxxx came gayfetishxxx on like a chandelier gayfetishxxx on the computer gayfetishxxx screen as the girls gayfetishxxx invaded gayfetishxxx his rented domain simultaneously. He imagined the taut, black-clad bodies floating gayfetishxxx gracefully in the windows, deploying gayfetishxxx into the studied rooms like dancers gayfetishxxx hitting gayfetishxxx their marks.
Decker chose the gayfetishxxx second of the prepared suites and glanced each way to see the corridor empty as he opened gayfetishxxx the door gayfetishxxx and slipped in. Tabitha closed the door quickly after him.
He surveyed gayfetishxxx the minds images of the gayfetishxxx new girls as they collapsed to the gayfetishxxx floor or stopped moving gayfetishxxx more than spasmodically. He sent one of the slaves to deactivate the brainwashing system gayfetishxxx for this room. No one gayfetishxxx had held out--not surprising at this images setting. He was pleased to gayfetishxxx find several gayfetishxxx of them had climaxed images at the feeling of their minds being pried open and stunned from inside, and gayfetishxxx reached into the mind of each girl in that susceptible group, reviving the memory and welding it forever to gayfetishxxx his voice : "Obey." In the silence gayfetishxxx after the gayfetishxxx stimulators were gayfetishxxx shut off, he listened to the delightful gayfetishxxx harmony gayfetishxxx of their weak but ardent cries, and the whimpers of the ones not yet conquered.
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5.
All to distract him, so she could gayfetishxxx get gayfetishxxx close enough to gayfetishxxx shoot him dead.
Ready to die, he had gayfetishxxx little doubt gayfetishxxx, and gayfetishxxx admired gayfetishxxx her.
Carol's gayfetishxxx eyes drifted aside, to Tabitha, who stood gayfetishxxx calmly now, knowing her Master was in control. Carol looked at her friend , and he saw her pupils dilate. He waited for gayfetishxxx the . . .
She fought. Her body started gayfetishxxx to shake.
He smiled, slowly feeling his gayfetishxxx ability to multitask gayfetishxxx return as images Carol weakened. Maybe this song was gayfetishxxx something she gayfetishxxx'd thought of once in gayfetishxxx a gayfetishxxx fit of perversity--what gayfetishxxx never gayfetishxxx to sing to gayfetishxxx the mind controller--and tried not images to think of again.
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Duke gayfetishxxx had shown his wisdom in the end, deputizing the cleverest and gayfetishxxx then just looming over them to gayfetishxxx keep gayfetishxxx them honest. He gayfetishxxx'd been the one gayfetishxxx to come to the hospital every day.
How ruthless gayfetishxxx was Carol, exactly?
