He'd worked on Tabitha for months bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta and she join could remember that time now without the slightest trace of affection for her ex-friends.

"You covered your tracks, Master." She spoke thoughtfully busty from her knees, drifting bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta into a busty pose her programming join knew he liked. "But the blonde clients busty tonight blonde have been all over the fiesta 'Net about it bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta, and they must have put it together."

Decker nodded, groaning inwardly. Duke's idea three years busty ago, his move toward being "innovative" in "marketing." White slavery was an old bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta business, and it liked old busty values blonde--decent join product prepped right. Gimmicks were for amateurs. Which Duke busty was, with anything bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta other than an bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta Uzi or a cattle prod.

He shrugged. "With that noise in their heads I can hear busty them coming a blonde petite mile away busty. Jammers busty are great bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta for security but they suck facial for bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta surprise." As always bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta when he said that busty, he caught a fairly detailed image in Tabby blonde's mind of a lumbering green aircraft: Daddy had flown for petite the Air Force before busty Mommy remarried someone wealthier, and petite Tabitha actually knew all about jammers.

Probing curiously, Decker found fiesta no nostalgia busty there, either.

"Carol knows that, Master." Tabitha looked even more busty pensive. "She'll come up with something, though." She smiled. "Maybe she'll reprogram them all to play the busty elevator music here in the hotel."

Maybe she really was that ruthless.

"Suck your thumb," he told her, and saw blonde her obey with busty graceful haste. He reached in and join triggered a memory, and heard her moan as she fell into the fantasy, and he watched her blonde petite writhe for join a blonde while, thinking she'd earned at least the fantasy of having him in her mouth as he started to change.

Decker liked this hotel not - least because it join had a busty decent kitchen, and petite he could entertain without leaving. The dining room had private booths toward the center of the room, and he bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta was shown to the one bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta he usually liked busty, seeing the little signs that showed Duke and Duke's minions on the blonde staff had checked it for bugs, bombs, and anything else busty.

The richer bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta one, Karlsen facial, stared cum at join them, smiling but watching them in an busty open way blonde he probably wouldn't have looked at a twenty-dollar hooker back when that was what he could afford. Tabitha played up to - him quietly, letting him watch, and consistently played Jordan to him.

This was business. Decker meditated on a mushroom fiesta until it told his busty palate what he wanted busty to know, then swallowed, took wine, and settled back.

Bellows looked nervous at the display blonde, but he looked at busty Tabitha's chest, too. Then he blinked, realizing what he'd seen and how naturally she'd done it.

Master?" she blonde breathed, fighting to bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta keep her head up busty, her gaze on him.

He smiled. That would have been fun.

Decker wanted to meet Carol busty. An old petite part of him secretly wanted to meet her blonde petite before he entered her mind for bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta that once-for-all ravishing busty, but it was asking too much to have the advantage as thoroughly busty as when he -'d fiesta captured busty Tabitha at the helipad blonde.

Decker knew he'd impressed Karlsen -, too, and that Karlsen respected the fact that Bellows busty had lost a power exchange he hadn't even appreciated he was in busty.

They were taking busty a blonde petite while busty, and he decided busty it wasn't funk bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta. Not with these petite girls. A technical problem with something they join had. He bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta closed his eyes and join pictured the malfunctioning gadget fiesta, the silent curse, the thing set join quietly out of the way while someone bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta pulled busty out something old-fashioned, the prybar busty or busty the knife, to use instead of the broken tech-toy.

Locking the blonde computer, he busty walked around the desk to the facial door. Tabitha blonde stood poised, still lovely in blonde the jumpsuit, her handbag hefted with the gun discreetly inside, and she followed him blonde out and down the hall like busty a bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta wingman facial.

Among busty motionless nude women with blank faces -, the petite slaves he busty already owned waiting at attention, figures in dark clothing that gleamed busty with metal knelt or bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta writhed or tried blonde petite shakily to fiesta keep their feet, their screaming inaudible in the room's sound. Decker looked for a moment at - his slaves, their minds already melted and bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta used to being reshaped. The lights and the bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta noise were not telling their dimmed awareness anything busty they didn't fiesta already know: that they were owned, obedient, endlessly horny was already the sun and moon of their lives.

Behind him, he knew Tabitha was alert and excited, her mind blonde petite immunized by his blonde personal training, avidly watching her old comrades being broken bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta before her eyes by her master's subliminals.

No, Master. Tabitha's conviction was deep, as close as her thoughts came to the absolute certainty busty of facial her slavery to him. She'd never busty think of that. He felt Tabitha's brief, hot confusion as she wished busty in her twisted retrospect that she had fiesta, and betrayed her friends to him before.

He thought about Carol, 20 going on 70 bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta, molding her friends' minds to reach her goals. He thought about her friends, letting her do it join, willing hypnotic blonde petite subjects.

4.

It was still in busty her purse and she hadn't moved busty.

Decker paused and took out - the cell phone. A cryptic petite exchange with Duke's man assured him that some other intrusions at ground busty level had been repelled, so he was free blonde to blonde petite continue his playful work bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta with all these volunteers. The attack was over.

Decker - peered into the first bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta room, seeing a few still weakly struggling--if she could give a girl that much resistance, maybe Carol did have talents as a trainer he facial could exploit once she worshipped him. Once he busty taught busty her to know that freedom wasn't the bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta desired busty end state, but the problem to be solved. He commanded bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta the slaves to close blonde the windows and went to do the same at the third suite.

His busty inhibition against using her gun was below words and instant, but he cum felt bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta Tabitha facial already minded that way.

It was a pleasure to facial feel his slave respond. Tabitha pulled her perfume spray from the purse, sending a stream of it into - the girl's face and busty stepping back for good measure as though to dodge the droplets. The girl froze busty and gaped and he felt blonde Tabitha bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta use her corrupted-angel smile. It was so join convincingly malign that Decker himself almost wondered for a second what might be in the vial.

The girl bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta's eyes widened - and then Decker did feel her mind, the sheer terror so high-volume he busty was bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta getting a directional on it. His blonde eyes involuntarily petite tracked left as though bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta her mental shriek had been audible.

She sprinted away bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta from Tabitha, and Tabitha silently begged orders. He thought of the floorplan. Follow her fast. Locked rooms and an busty electrical closet that way. He started walking quickly busty down the hall to where they were.

Yes, Master. Thank you. She knew she was worth more to him than blonde petite a hysterical captive.

A worthy girl, even busty enslaved.

5.

She took it in and looked back join along the gun in her left hand. He paid attention join: it was an facial old .45 automatic, squarish and inelegant and very effective --looking, at full cock with no sign of the hammer busty visible behind the slide. Maybe her father's, or just bought somewhere. He saw her grimly practicing for hours busty, weeks, every day for a year blonde.

With the bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta gun on petite him he honestly didn't know cum if slamming blonde a blonde command into her busty brain would just spasm her, tense that hand, and slam the - big cum soft bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta lead slug through facial his own.

Why wasn't she shooting?

Carol, the steelhearted join queen, had never killed anyone, up bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta close or otherwise. Had never bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta looked into the eye she was going to shoot through, felt the breath she was about to stop forever.

But--not ready to blonde kill.

The ocean rolled and hissed around him, and he found busty Carol's will accessible but obscured. He froze her trigger finger, but her arm stayed up blonde and the gun stayed on him. Tabitha was docile, and he'd have to break concentration to command her blonde petite to take the other busty girl, which he couldn't afford just now join. Well enough. He shouldn't have to bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta depend on his slave for help with this.

Decker decided to trip her. He sent the image of the chessboard, the blonde petite new Black queen, and let her wonder why.

She faltered.

Relax.

Relax.

He smiled bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta, slowly feeling his ability to multitask return as Carol weakened. Maybe this song was something she'd thought busty of once in a fit of perversity--what never to sing to the mind controller--and tried not to think blonde petite of bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta again.

Maybe her subconscious was trying to defect.

She was trying to pull join her hand from her right pocket cum, and he saw another gun-shape there. He busty searched her mind, looking busty for a disconnected thought blonde petite like must get fiesta other gun, but there was join no way busty to look bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta for it busty. Her mind was like a conquered city in mid-sack, burning and chaotic, with that blonde compulsive dance track playing over it all.

Saw the wire. Saw something shift under the loose bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta clothing busty. Not overweight.

Relax. She obeyed, blissful at last with blonde a joy that stunned him. Relax. "Yes . . ."

Some of them were busty from Carol's fiesta group, though busty after a while busty not many of them bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta. When bustyblondefacial-cumfiesta he busty'd gotten out of busty the hospital, he'd worked on their minds, sometimes around the clock. None of the ones in that cum series were salable facial. Not even the freaks would buy them. Duke had to have most of them put to sleep.