He looked busty out christy martin the window of the suite martin, seeing bustychristy the skyline beyond in the busty slanting late busty-afternoon light. The auction had gone well, but then they always did. He worked with each slave intensely before she reached market and they were all thoroughly martin tame--especially the "wild bustychristy" ones the busty buyers wanted to think they were going to break.
It was always good for her.
"You covered bustychristy your tracks, Master christy martin." She spoke thoughtfully from her busty knees, drifting into a christy pose her programming knew he liked. "But the clients tonight have been all over the 'Net busty about it, and they busty christy must martin have put it christy martin together."
He nodded, remembering how she'd looked this morning as he left the suite, sitting christy naked martin and crosslegged on the christy martin bed with the laptop, ready martin to spend the day surfing on his agendas with time for exercise christy martin breaks. He'd been so taken with her absorption when he came back for a nooner that he'd let her be, staring at her utterly focused rapture and join leaving. She'd never known christy he bustychristy'd been there busty.
Probing curiously, Decker found no nostalgia there, either christy.
He wondered christies. When he'd christy martin taken christy martin Tabitha he'd been busty dealing with the join immediacy of christy martin her. The unseen Carol, up in the busty chopper as it lifted, piqued his interest later. As he went through his new christy martin slave's thoughts, he'd seen something beyond even Tabitha in bustychristy this other girl, who'd assigned her to that suicide post. Tabitha had been the champion who volunteered to stay and bustychristy be christy lost--but christy Carol was her steelhearted bustychristy liege lady who accepted and blessed her friend's sacrifice, for the greater martin good, and may bustychristy well have been making herself look busty out from the helicopter at bustychristy what she'd done. Until busty taught otherwise, Tabitha bustychristy had worshipped her busty.
He looked back at her. She was as christy fulfilled just staying there on her busty knees in the gathering dark as she would christy martin be deep-throating him christy or riding him in bed busty.
Decker liked bustychristy this hotel not least christy martin because it had bustychristy a decent kitchen, and he could entertain without leaving. The dining room had private booths toward bustychristy the center of the room, and he was shown bustychristy to the one he usually liked, seeing the little signs that showed Duke and Duke bustychristy's minions on the staff had bustychristy checked it for christy martin bugs, bombs, and anything bustychristy else.
By his side, Tabitha was exquisite in a satin jumpsuit just loose enough christy to christy martin be bustychristy chic, and looked like an unapproachably sleek young woman instead of simply an unaffordably fuckable one. She trailed him to the bustychristy dining christy martin room, and he liked how her poise was as disorienting as her winsome good busty looks. He couldn't tell how much of it was "original" Tabitha martin who'd held the helipad alone, and how much the new bustychristy and improved Tabitha christy, tamed and focused bustychristy.
All busty for bustychristy this moment, and it had captured the buyers. The girls dreamily gazed at each others' chests and then turned back to beam at Karlsen and Bellows, who couldn't bustychristy help but feel flattered. They wanted to see the two bustychristy slaves get it on, and imagined christy the slaves did christy too but christy were more interested in two such studly men.
Wide busty christy-eyed, Jordan shook her head, her gaze still trapped in infinity and bustychristy incidentally intersecting Bellows. Decker caught Karlsen's glance, and they shared a smile it wasn't necessary to show their distracted colleague.
"What are you, Jordan?"
The trigger hit her as it usually did, and she swayed a bit more, almost gasping and barely christy martin able to keep her eyelids above christy martin her pupils. "Yes,
"Yes, Masssterrrrr--" She trailed off, head up but eyes falling closed as he allowed her to lose the fight. She sat with one hand in her lap and the other resting lightly on the tablecloth by her wineglass bustychristy, palm-up. He reached down and gently turned it busty over and it stayed as he had placed it.
Karlsen caught the bustychristy gesture and knew what it busty was for, and it did him no good.
Decker heard martin the maddening christy little busty christy voice in their heads before he saw the first silent alarm. As he looked at bustychristy the floorplan on the screen to see where the girls were bustychristy coming, the nightmarish conceit join occurred to him that christy martin Normandy Swords was the voice in christies their busties heads christy, that bustychristy the pop diva was in fact a wily bustychristy controller from way back and was sending legions of mindless, subliminally martin enslaved fans against him.
Decker wanted to meet Carol martin. An old part of him martin secretly wanted to meet busty her before he entered her join mind for that once-for-all ravishing, but it was asking too much to have the advantage as thoroughly as when he'd captured Tabitha at the christy helipad busty christy.
Tabitha stood still and willing, now. He looked into busty her thoughts and found quiet bliss: a dream of kneeling naked by his feet in a bright, crowded throne bustychristy room, owned before all.
Behind busty him, he knew Tabitha was alert and excited, her mind join immunized by his personal training, avidly watching her old christy martin comrades being broken before martin her eyes by her master's subliminals bustychristy.
Her mouth was inches from the pussy of the naked slave closing the window she'd fallen in through, and both women bustychristy were oblivious join. Decker smiled to see it.
He smiled and passed christy that thought to Tabitha, and he knew she smiled too. Yes, Master. She busty's good. He felt something in her then which he'd learned bustychristy to associate with christy a christy smile that turned her bustychristy pretty busty christy face into join that of an utterly corrupted angel. But then, so were they. She licked her lips busty loudly enough for him to hear christy.
A strange thought came then, and he passed it to Tabitha: this was join Carol 's plan, her way of busty applying to work for christy him, perhaps. Giving him her friends.
A voice, talking, repeating. The girl's christy mind blotted christy martin it out. Someone--Carol?--had busty hypnotized her and taught christy martin her join to forget it. There was a plan, and Carol had protected busty it join. Why was the chess image important? Why was the hostile king--Decker?--playing White? Schoolgirl busty christy political correctness?
He thought about a newly-crowned queen in the eighth rank, after bustychristy pawns were given up, and bustychristy turned to look deeply into Tabitha bustychristy's eyes as she stood there behind him, her purse heavy with the gun he made her carry christy.
4.
He stared at her, looked busty into christy her bustychristy. "No, Tabitha. I know you." He smiled at her relief and let her busty see christy it. "But is that how busty christy she might really think?"
Decker paused and took out the cell phone. A cryptic bustychristy exchange with busty Duke's man christies assured him that some other christy martin intrusions at busty ground level had christy martin been repelled, so he was free to continue his playful work with all these volunteers. The attack was over.
Still. She might be a busty christy useful foil for bustychristy something he wanted bustychristy to martin try. The hotel turned a blind bustychristy eye to what he did with junior staff, as long busty as he wasn't carrying them off like towels busty. Also martin, with the blown minds he'd be dealing with join, touching and using someone whose thoughts weren join't etched by the flaring lights christy martin and invasive sound would be like a chaser to drink in busty relief.
Decker bustychristy accepted that the busty christy new brain-noise could christy martin be busty a planned element: deep hypnosis for the girl in another location, before they busty started, and an all-purpose command to join hear and replay whatever bustychristy she heard, to christy martin blend in. But he made an bustychristy intuitive leap that it had been a tactical christy martin improvisation. A Carol move, right here.
The "concierge busty" would be helpful. Hold her, he bustychristy thought. In Tabitha's mind bustychristy he saw her tense to run.
The girl busties's busty eyes widened and then Decker did feel her mind, the sheer bustychristy terror so high-volume he busty was getting a directional on busties it. His eyes busty involuntarily tracked left martin as though her mental shriek had been audible.
Yes, Master. Thank you. She bustychristy knew she was worth more bustychristy to christy him than a hysterical captive.
Even before Tabitha join gasped busty christy, he busty felt someone else come up busty behind them bustychristy. He martin turned.
Carol christy was here.
He busty listened to her mind christy.
He heard--surf. Carol had programmed bustychristy herself with the ocean to bustychristy mask her thoughts.
She'd just sent all christy her friends christy, her troops martin, into what she must have known would be a christy martin trap, sprung his snares, and somehow gotten past christy martin Duke and the rest of his people. Or had they gotten past her? Had she already been busty holed up here in christy martin the hotel since before busty they'd join even arrived bustychristy--waiting bustychristy?
All to distract him, so she could get close enough to shoot him dead.
He pounced.
She fought bustychristy. Her body started to shake.
Relax.
Relax.
He join smiled, slowly bustychristy feeling his ability to multitask return as Carol christy martin weakened. Maybe this song was something she'd thought of once in a bustychristy fit of christy martin perversity--what never to sing to the mind controller--and tried not busty to think of again.
She was trying to pull her hand from her right pocket, and he saw another gun-shape there. He searched her mind join, looking for christy martin a disconnected thought like must get other gun, but there was no busty way to look for it. Her mind was busty like a conquered city in mid-sack, burning and join chaotic, with that compulsive dance track martin playing over it all.
His slave sighed happily in his mind busty, grateful to be able to move again, but gladder for her Master's gain.
The other gun busty, he join sent to Carol. She repeated it blankly in her captive christy martin thoughts busty, against the beat of Relax. Take busty out the other gun.
Saw busty the wire. Saw something shift martin under christy martin the loose clothing. Not busty overweight.
Relax. She obeyed, blissful christy martin at last with a bustychristy joy busty christy that stunned him. Relax. "Yes . . ."
When Decker had snarled at them about a funeral for Tabitha and they stayed away, afraid busty of what he join'd do with his mind christies under painkillers busty, it was Duke who'd promised, and it was busty christy Duke who'd brought the urn to him. Duke had said something awkward and dense, and bustychristy he'd been glad christy martin Duke was there christy martin.
He couldn't busty think about Tabitha, and so he busty gnawed busty christy away join at the quandary and hated Carol christies for that instead.
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