 He looked down at Tabitha's lustrous san winter-wheat cascade of hair between his legs, enjoying its delicate movement san. The brain under that mane belonged to him completely el, and in sometimes he liked to have brazil her tell him so, but the point was that this blowjob wasn't wasted. He could stop her now brazil and el pick it up later and in she'd have the same enthusiasm.
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 He sol looked at Tabitha, remembered her facing him on the helipad el after she'd brazilinmikesol held him and his brazil people off with neat three-round bursts, as el sol de san luis her friends made brazil their escape from the school in one of his choppers welcome with thirty of his livestock drugged on board. He never knew if she would have been sol able to fire the last round (she'd been counting them, for god's sake el) into her own head, because he reached into her mind and stopped brazil her in. But he welcome'd brazil felt the faint pressure as her in mind tried, and he brazilinmikesol'd only felt girls fight that brazil hard to escape--not el sol de san luis to finish killing themselves.
 In brazil the in receding beat of the rotors, telling Duke not to let anyone try to shoot luis it down, he looked into his new captive and saw not the slightest trace of fantasy san-submission or slutness of any el variety. Tabitha was looking at in spending the rest of her life as brazil a conditioned sex slave with disgust and terror and not even thinking welcome she'd be taught to enjoy san it. Ballsy enough to risk it anyway, so her friends could in rescue the others and get away.
 He'd never had welcome anyone smart he could trust in. And he'd never found a woman he hadn't considered a bimbo in sol training even before he took her. But Tabitha . . .
 But she'd been working hard. "I looked at what they were saying about sol price and hinting about quality. There was the usual talk about whether in you 'd bring another sister act."
 Decker nodded, groaning inwardly. Duke's idea brazil three years ago, his move toward being "innovative" in "marketing." White slavery was sol an el sol de san luis old business, and it liked old values brazilinmikesol--decent product prepped right. Gimmicks were for amateurs in. Which Duke was, with anything other than an Uzi or a cattle prod.
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 Tabitha grinned welcome back in and shook her head. "No one's that ruthless, Master."
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 Tabitha's ex-schoolmate and el sol de san luis now pupil Jordan, about to graduate brazilinmikesol from her own extensive training, followed them, looking in brazil her minidress both approachable and eminently in fuckable.
 The richer one, Karlsen, stared at sol them, smiling but watching them in an open way he probably wouldn't have looked san at a brazil twenty-dollar hooker back brazilinmikesol when that was what he could afford. Tabitha played up to him quietly, letting him watch, and brazil consistently played Jordan in to him sol.
 This was business. Decker meditated brazilinmikesol on a mushroom until it brazilinmikesol told his palate what he wanted to know, then el swallowed, took wine, and settled back.
 Bellows looked nervous at the display, but he looked at Tabitha's chest brazilinmikesol, too. Then he blinked, realizing what he brazil'd seen and how naturally in she'd done it.
 All for this moment, and it had captured the buyers. The de girls dreamily gazed at each others' chests and then turned back to beam at Karlsen and Bellows, who sol couldn sol't help but feel flattered. They wanted to see the two slaves get it on, and imagined the slaves did too but were el sol de san luis more interested in two such studly men.
 "What are you, Jordan luis?"
 Sighing happily, Jordan beamed at them and slid brazil under the table, and el Decker nodded as Bellows sol looked down brazil in confusion and then up, grinning nervously san, as Jordan found her target and went at sol it.
 The trigger hit her as it usually did, and luis she swayed a bit more, almost gasping and barely able to keep her eyelids luis above her pupils brazil. "Yes,
 Master?" she breathed, fighting to keep el sol de san luis her head brazilinmikesol up sol, her gaze on him.
 "Sleep until I wake brazil you."
 So far sol they'd set off the motion detectors brazil on the ledge as their bodies blocked brazil the brisk airflow. The south side tends to unexpected de gusts, ladies. Watch yourselves. I luis want you all.
 Decker brazil wanted brazil to meet Carol. An old sol part of sol him secretly wanted brazilinmikesol to meet brazilinmikesol her before he brazilinmikesol entered her mind for that san once-for-all ravishing, but brazil it was asking too much to have the advantage as thoroughly as when he'd captured Tabitha brazil at the helipad.
 They were brazil taking a while, and brazil he decided it wasn't funk. Not with these girls. A technical problem with something they had. He closed his eyes and pictured the malfunctioning el sol de san luis gadget, the silent curse, the sol thing set quietly out brazilinmikesol of the way while someone pulled out something old-fashioned, the prybar or in the brazil knife el, to use instead of the el sol de san luis broken tech brazil-toy.
 He remembered they were women, and saw in the tool lifted to soft lips in a smooth face, and kissed for luck.
 Decker admired them as lesser Tabithas, wondered in if he could make a palace guard brazilinmikesol of them. They were, in the end, still just amateurs, but they were good in: the lack brazil that distinguished and handicapped an amateur wasn't skill but focus. He knew they'd lose that, at the proper time.
 The entry alarms came on like a chandelier brazil on the brazil computer screen as the girls brazilinmikesol invaded his in rented domain simultaneously. He imagined the taut, black-clad bodies in floating gracefully in the in windows, deploying sol into the studied brazil rooms like dancers hitting brazilinmikesol their marks.
 This brazilinmikesol hotel suite was a tableau from Hieronymus Bosch. Multicolored strobes flickered through el sol de san luis patterns too fast to de track and too compelling not to, while an insistent, melodic whining crawled like an amorous snake through the blunt sol limbs brazilinmikesol of a dark bass throb.
 Among motionless nude in women with blank brazilinmikesol faces brazil, the slaves brazil he already owned waiting brazil at attention, figures in in dark clothing that gleamed with metal knelt or writhed or tried shakily brazil to keep their feet, their screaming inaudible in the room's de sound. Decker looked for a moment el sol de san luis at his slaves, their minds already melted el sol de san luis and used luis to being reshaped brazil. The lights and the noise were not telling their dimmed awareness anything they didn't already know brazil: that they were owned, obedient, endlessly horny was already the brazil sun and moon of their lives brazilinmikesol.
 Something. One of the girls de had a brazilinmikesol memory fragment, and he focused on it. She brazil moaned in pain, and he stopped in himself in and sol soothed her brazil until she lay there purring san. It was nothing, and drew no brazilinmikesol recognition from luis Tabitha when el he passed it back: a chessboard el sol de san luis at endgame, a well-protected de White king, a sol second Black queen standing at luis the far end, a manicured hand over it.
 Decker paused el sol de san luis and took out the cell phone. A cryptic exchange with Duke brazilinmikesol's man assured him that some other intrusions at ground level had been repelled, so he was free san to continue his de playful brazilinmikesol work with all these volunteers. The attack was over.
 Tabitha went to fetch brazil her.
 The music: deliberate, masking her thoughts luis and de then masking the mask. Smooth, powerful, effective hypnosis.
 He in licked his lips. Colder and smarter even el than Tabitha. He was going to love the brazil mindfuck san.
 Yes brazil, Master. Thank you. She knew she was worth sol more to him than a hysterical el sol de san luis captive.
 She el'd cut deep and completely severed her carotid artery, and she'd brazil already bled out. Her sol eyes el sol de san luis stared past the circuit breaker box above her brazilinmikesol.
 Carol was here.
 He in heard--surf. Carol had programmed brazil herself welcome with brazil the ocean to mask her thoughts el.
 She'd just sent all her friends, her el sol de san luis troops, into what she sol must have known would be a san trap, sprung brazilinmikesol his snares, and somehow gotten past Duke and the rest of luis his people. Or had brazil they gotten brazil past her? Had she already been brazilinmikesol holed up here in the hotel since before they'd brazilinmikesol even de arrived--waiting brazilinmikesol?
 But brazil--not ready to kill.
 He reached into her.
 The ocean brazilinmikesol rolled and hissed around him brazil, and he found Carol's brazil will accessible but obscured. He froze her trigger finger in, but her arm stayed up and the gun stayed on him san. Tabitha was docile, and he'd have to break concentration to command her to take the el sol de san luis other girl brazil, which he couldn't afford just now. Well enough. He luis shouldn't have to brazilinmikesol depend de on his slave for help with this.
 Relax.
 Relax. Decker stepped aside, and the gun didn san't follow, though her eyes el, glazing and frantic, tried to.
 Another square automatic, but san not a design he . . .
 Saw the el sol de san luis wire. Saw something shift under the loose clothing. Not overweight.
 How ruthless was Carol, exactly?
 But there were brazil no bitches in Decker's world el sol de san luis.
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