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     In her head he heard not my friends they hate cfnm Master i hate them must make them obey cfnm or die but she online only nodded. He'd taught her that truth but didn' t need cfnm to hear it recited cfnm all the cfnmparty time.
     He'd worked on Tabitha for months and she could remember that time now without the slightest trace of affection for her ex-friends.
     Decker had looked at her as she stood there, looking cfnm sexy as hell in her improvised commando cfnm gear, sexier with the pale face and cfnmparty wide eyes cfnm of her cfnmparty terror, and realized cfnmparty she was not even party daring cfnm to hope he'd kill her. It wasn 't often he found that much cfnmparty courage with that much realism. This cfnm girl had grown cfnmparty up several lifetimes right now cfnm.
     He'd never had anyone smart he could trust. And he'd never found a woman he hadn't considered cfnm a bimbo in training even before he took her. But Tabitha . . .
     Decker cfnm nodded, groaning inwardly. Duke's cfnm idea three years ago, his cfnmparty move cfnm toward being "innovative" in "marketing." White slavery was an old business, and it liked old values--decent product prepped right. Gimmicks were cfnm for amateurs. Which Duke cfnmparty was, with anything other than an Uzi or a cattle prod.
     Duke had been very quiet after that. But the cfnm damage was done--and frustratingly hard to gauge.
     Probing curiously, Decker cfnm found no nostalgia there, either cfnm.
     "Carol knows that, Master." Tabitha looked even more pensive. "She'll come up with something, though." She smiled. "Maybe she'll reprogram cfnm them all to party play the elevator music here in cfnmparty the hotel cfnm."
     Tabitha cfnm closed party her eyes suddenly and sighed. He looked out cfnm the window cfnm again. "I know. I'm cfnmparty just not wanting it cfnm right now."
     The richer one, Karlsen, stared at cfnm them, smiling but watching them in an open way he online probably wouldn't have looked cfnm at cfnm a twenty-dollar cfnm hooker back when that was what he could afford. Tabitha cfnm played up cfnmparty to him quietly, letting him watch, and consistently played Jordan to him cfnm.
     His junior partner cfnmparty, Bellows, looked irritated cfnm. He cfnm was looking cfnmparty for cfnmparty bimbos cfnm, not princesses, and cfnmparty while he could clearly already see Jordan in whatever setting he usually put girls, he realized a whore with a vibe like Tabitha might actually put off johns. The faction that cfnm wouldn't mind at cfnm all nailing a princess to the cfnm mattress cfnm was an unpredictable minority, and most of them couldn 't afford this kind of quality, anyway. Bellows was going for the soft-in cfnm-the-middle crowd that online had money cfnm but no party balls, and cfnm while a girl like Jordan would suit them cfnm, Tabitha would blow their minds party before she got cfnm a cfnm chance to blow anything else.
     "Tabitha? Take Jordan's top off, too." Jordan held still as Tabitha reached cfnm up and cfnm undid her, freeing cfnmparty another pair of breasts innocent of cfnm any support. As she did it they party made indefinable soft sounds, helpful and girlish party and almost too quiet to hear, and Decker heard both men's breathing change.
     "Tabbycat?" he cfnm said party.
     The trigger hit her as it usually did, and she swayed cfnmparty a online bit cfnm more, almost gasping and barely able to cfnm keep her eyelids above cfnm her pupils. "Yes,
     Leaving him to melt in Jordan's mouth, Decker turned to Karlsen. "I think cfnm we party know cfnm where cfnm that particular merchandise is probably going.
     Decker heard the maddening little voice cfnm in their heads before he saw the first silent alarm. As cfnm he cfnmparty looked at the floorplan on the screen to cfnm see where the girls were coming, the nightmarish conceit occurred cfnm to him that Normandy Swords cfnm was the cfnm voice cfnm in cfnmparty their heads, that the pop diva was in cfnm fact a wily controller from way back cfnm and was sending cfnm legions of mindless, subliminally enslaved fans against him.
     They were cfnm taking a while, and he decided cfnm it wasn't funk. Not cfnmparty with online these girls. A cfnm technical problem with something they online had. He closed his eyes and pictured cfnm the malfunctioning gadget, the silent cfnm curse, the thing party set quietly out of the way while someone pulled out something old-fashioned, the prybar or the knife, to use instead of the broken tech-toy.
     This hotel suite was a tableau from Hieronymus Bosch. Multicolored strobes flickered through patterns too fast to track and too compelling not to, while an insistent, melodic whining crawled like an amorous cfnm snake through the blunt limbs online of a dark bass cfnm throb.
     He sifted. Carol? Where is cfnmparty Carol?
     None of them cfnm knew .
     Decker cfnmparty considered. He reached into one of the weaker girls, her mind already learning his cfnmparty touch cfnmparty, making her cfnm mew aloud with pleasure, and searched cfnmparty. There was Carol, looking at them.
     A strange thought came cfnm then, and he passed it to Tabitha: this was Carol 's plan, her way of applying to work cfnm for him, perhaps. Giving him her friends.
     4.
     Her party mind pulsed. She'd figured it out, from just his posture and the logic of what they both knew cfnm. She spoke aloud over cfnm the soft sounds of the conquered girls on the floor.
     Wait. Music in her head--but he smiled cfnmparty: it was the elevator theme, muted cfnmparty and tasteful. Probably drove the poor girl insane as she fetched and carried. He thought of playing with her, but with his new catch flopping on the floor cfnm of cfnmparty two more cfnm suites here . . .
     Still. She might be cfnm a useful foil for something he wanted to try. The hotel turned a blind cfnm eye to what he did with junior staff, as long as he wasn't carrying them off like towels. Also , with the blown minds he'd be dealing cfnm with, touching and cfnmparty using someone cfnm whose thoughts weren't etched by the flaring lights and invasive sound would be like a chaser to drink cfnm in relief.
     Master. The concierge girl. She's--
     Yes, Master. I'll handle it. He paused, seeing through her mind cfnm. The girl cfnmparty faced Tabitha in the quiet hallway cfnmparty, perhaps aware that he held every room on this cfnm floor, that she was either alone or cfnm worse here. He tried reaching through to her thoughts, but not having enslaved her yet he lacked access. He wondered if she knew how badly her friends were faring , that some of them were already at the point of cfnm crawling to him for the privilege of going after her if they party knew.
     He licked his lips. Colder and smarter even than Tabitha cfnmparty. He was going to love cfnm the cfnm mindfuck.
     He disengaged from cfnm her cfnm thoughts and cfnm concentrated on getting through the corridors, wondering if any of Carol's cfnmparty other soldiers had infiltrated in hotel uniforms, but the floor seemed deserted cfnm. If he saw anyone they'd be party on the carpet under a SLEEP command right cfnm then.
     The girl in the concierge's uniform lay against the plywood back wall, her face party tear-streaked and almost composed but starting to contort with her last cfnm pain. Her hand still gripped the pocketknife. Blood . . .
     He wondered whether Tabitha remembered the party last moments of her own freedom, when cfnm she'd tried to shoot herself, but he found no trace of that cfnmparty in his cfnm slave's cfnm thoughts cfnm.
     Even before Tabitha gasped party, he felt cfnmparty someone else come up behind them. He turned.
     Decker looked at her. Not the beauty Tabitha was, but the sort of girl the cfnm eye kept drifting across, briefly cfnm but repeatedly until it found itself watching cfnmparty her. Her dark hair was cfnm short and he cfnmparty saw no makeup, but the color came from cfnm her deep brown eyes party, striking party even here in the hotel-corridor lighting, and her lips had their own hue cfnm past violet. She was in cfnmparty loose clothes, and might even be a bit overweight. Decker blinked. Hard to say.
     But--not ready cfnm to kill.
     There online was cfnm music in her head cfnmparty now. He wondered if it was what she'd tried before choosing surf sounds. He started to recognize it, and online looked into her eyes cfnm more deeply, wondering cfnmparty. What the fuck? . . . Frankie Goes to Hollywood?
     Relax. Decker stepped aside, and the cfnm gun didn't follow, though her eyes, glazing and frantic, tried to.
     His slave sighed happily in his mind, grateful to be able to move again, but gladder for her Master's gain.
     Take party out . . . the other gun, her cfnm mind chanted cfnmparty in cadence with the song, and he felt online the first warm moist cfnm flood of affirmative submission. Her hand started to move. In her mind, he cfnm saw the hand reach cfnmparty down to the Black online queen--and replace it with a cfnm pawn. All backward; pawns party were cfnm queened, not queens reduced. Had she foreseen her own online defeat? Erased cfnm it from everyone else?
     Another square automatic, but not cfnm a design cfnmparty he . . .
     Relax. She obeyed, blissful at last with a joy that stunned him. Relax. "Yes . . ."
     The unexpected impact of Tabitha cfnmparty pushing party him hard to the side, getting in front of him cfnm.
     His organization had held together.
     He made party them wear tight cfnm vinyl and chains for a while party and love it, but cfnm that cfnmparty did no good. Neither did making them hate cfnmparty it cfnm.
     Some of them were from Carol cfnm's online group, though after a while cfnm not many cfnm of them. When he'd gotten out cfnmparty of the hospital, he'd worked on their minds, sometimes around the clock. None of the ones in that series were salable. Not even the freaks would buy them. Duke had to have most of them put to sleep cfnmparty.
     Had she finally yielded to him cfnmparty, obeying, forgetting about the explosives she'd strapped to herself cfnm?