 The girl sucking milfhuntersarah off Decker sarah did something new milfhunter with her milfhunter tongue. More by habitual maricel courtesy than for maricel any other reason, he grunted in acknowledgement. He was too preoccupied to enjoy it, really.
 "They're milfhunter still using that pop bimbo's music to maricel make sarah their thoughts hard to read." It was one of the memories he'd milfhunter locked away in Tabitha, reviewed when he'd taken and turned her milfhunter. The girls milfhunter she milfhuntersarah'd been with had let that teacher milfhunter of theirs hypnotize milfhunter them to help them focus and to learn tricks milfhunter like this milfhunter annoyingly effective crap with milfhunter Normandy milfhunter Swords, or whatever milfhuntersarah her sprightly little name was. Part milfhunter of the little commando thing they'd surprised his outfit with milfhunter when he'd swept down on their sarah tony little private school. Didn't hurt that milfhuntersarah they were mostly well milfhuntersarah-off, and able to buy the arsenal and all the fancy equipment.
 He'd milfhuntersarah never had anyone smart he could trust milfhunter. And he'd never found milfhunter a woman he hadn sarah't considered milfhunter a bimbo in training even before he took her. But Tabitha . . .
 Decker had left his eyes milfhunter on sarah the screen, seeing that much of his milfhunter ease of movement lost.
 "Two of milfhuntersarah the descriptions milfhunter in the catalogue maricel fit Jill and Ruthie. They're not milfhunter--you sold Jill to the doctor milfhuntersarah in Caracas and Ruthie's still healing from the implants milfhunter maricel." Pausing, she wondered how, and how quickly, her milfhunter former comrades would figure that out. "But they'll try site to get milfhunter to the girls on milfhunter the list milfhuntersarah."
 She frowned. "Wish we could have milfhunter gotten maricel to Jacqui when she was in that clinic. It'd milfhunter be nice to have a remote slave inside milfhuntersarah with them to get you data."
 Tabitha didn't look like sarah she'd be a demanding sort of girl. Decker watched and enjoyed as her programming, even milfhunter maricel as milfhunter she fought to milfhunter keep focused on marketing Jordan, made her own slave-awareness resonate to Karlsen's unconscious cues and turned milfhunter her behavior into a harem slave with geisha training. Freed milfhunter maricel of his vicinity or under command by milfhunter maricel Decker, she'd be milfhunter maricel back to normal, but for now milfhunter she was milfhunter submissively under Karlsen's spell and falling deeper, and he was only just starting to get it.
 "Strip milfhuntersarah to milfhuntersarah the waist."
 "Well, Jordan." Her tone was milfhunter warmly reproving. "You've been teasing our guest. But milfhunter maricel you're not a tease, are you?"
 Wide-eyed, Jordan shook her head, her gaze still trapped in milfhunter maricel infinity and incidentally intersecting Bellows. Decker caught Karlsen's glance, and they shared a smile it wasn't necessary to show their distracted colleague.
 Looking milfhunter her over as though inspecting a sister before her date, Tabitha hefted each milfhunter breast. "You milfhunter're paid for tonight maricel."
 Sighing happily, Jordan beamed at them and slid under the milfhunter table, and milfhunter Decker nodded as milfhuntersarah Bellows looked down in confusion and milfhunter then up, grinning nervously, as Jordan found her target and went at it.
 "Yes, Masssterrrrr--" She trailed off, head up but eyes falling closed as he allowed her to lose the fight. She milfhunter sat with one hand in her milfhunter maricel lap maricel and the other resting lightly on the tablecloth milfhunter by her wineglass, palm-up. He reached down and gently turned it milfhuntersarah over and it stayed as he milfhunter had placed it.
 "Not the appliance maricel I was thinking of. But OK milfhunter. Let's talk."
 So far they'd set off the motion milfhunter detectors on milfhunter the ledge as their bodies milfhuntersarah blocked the brisk airflow. The south side milfhunter tends milfhunter maricel to unexpected gusts, ladies. Watch yourselves. I want you all.
 They were alone in the suite. He'd given Jordan to Bellows on the spot as a sweetener, and he knew sarah the milfhunter contact who'd milfhunter set up milfhunter maricel the meeting at dinner had milfhunter teased Bellows with milfhunter what a girl who'd been in Decker milfhunter's hands would milfhunter do for her master. Could do, even. Her long blowjob under the table had ended at the limit of his endurance sarah, not hers maricel.
 No milfhunter. It didn't feel right.
 Decker milfhuntersarah chose the second of the prepared milfhunter suites and glanced each way to see the corridor empty as he opened the door and milfhunter slipped in. Tabitha closed milfhuntersarah the door sarah quickly after him.
 Among motionless nude women milfhunter with milfhuntersarah blank faces sarah, the slaves he milfhunter already owned waiting at attention, figures in dark clothing that gleamed milfhunter with metal knelt or writhed or tried shakily to keep their milfhunter feet, their screaming inaudible in the room's sound. Decker milfhunter looked for a moment at his slaves, their minds already melted and used to being reshaped. The lights and the noise were not telling their dimmed awareness anything they didn milfhunter't already know: that they were owned, obedient, endlessly horny was already the sun and moon of their lives.
 Behind milfhunter him, he knew Tabitha milfhunter was alert and milfhunter excited, her mind immunized sarah by his personal training, avidly watching her old comrades being broken before her eyes by her master's subliminals milfhuntersarah.
 None of them knew milfhunter.
 No, Master. Tabitha milfhunter's conviction was deep milfhunter, as close as her thoughts came to maricel the absolute certainty milfhunter of her maricel slavery to him milfhunter maricel. She'd never think of that. He felt Tabitha's brief, hot confusion site as she milfhuntersarah wished in her twisted retrospect that she had, and betrayed her friends to him before milfhunter.
 "Master, she didn't program me to sarah let you take me. I'm site not a Trojan horse or a pawn about to change. I'm your willing obedient slave milfhunter.
 He stared milfhunter at her, looked into maricel her. "No sarah, Tabitha. I know you." He smiled at her relief and let her see it. "But is that how she might really think?"
 In the hall on the way milfhuntersarah to the next suite of quivering new postulants, already anticipating the maddened whispers of milfhunter obedience in their manhandled psyches, he passed a hotel employee, neat in her skirt, in the blazer sarah of the concierge staff. Young, perhaps a milfhuntersarah management trainee. Already schooled to milfhunter ignore the milfhuntersarah antics of wealthy guests, perhaps not even wanting milfhunter to know what happened behind those doors.
 Yes, Master. I'll milfhunter handle it. He paused, seeing through her mind. The girl milfhuntersarah faced Tabitha in the quiet hallway milfhunter, perhaps aware that he held every room on this floor, that she was either alone or worse here. He tried reaching milfhunter maricel through to her thoughts, but not having enslaved her yet he milfhunter lacked access. He wondered if she milfhuntersarah knew how badly milfhunter maricel her friends milfhuntersarah were faring milfhuntersarah, that some of them were already at the point of milfhuntersarah crawling to him for the sarah privilege of going milfhunter after her if they knew.
 Maybe maricel Tabitha should tell her that.
 Careful, Tabby milfhuntersarah. He pursed his lips. Gun out, but only if she's armed.
 He found the turn and looked for whatever empty room the girl had fled to. He found Tabitha at the electrical closet instead milfhunter, in front milfhunter of milfhunter its milfhuntersarah open milfhunter door. Her face was white milfhunter and she shook, and when milfhunter he looked into her mind he saw that only his control was keeping her quiet milfhunter and upright. Part of her was milfhuntersarah begging sarah to be allowed milfhuntersarah to phase out, to be released from her milfhunter enhanced slave awareness and milfhunter clarity milfhuntersarah, but Decker saw that Tabitha was milfhunter fighting milfhunter maricel that, staying a slave and as ready as she could be to serve him.
 Her mind sarah had shown it to him already but Decker stepped beside her and looked.
 Carol was here.
 He listened to her mind.
 He got a visual, too. This mental milfhunter shore wasn sarah't a tropical beach sarah, but a rocky coastline milfhunter under a gunmetal winter sky. Part of him milfhunter was wondering milfhunter whether this girl was some reincarnated enemy of milfhunter his from an old war milfhunter.
 Carol's eyes drifted aside milfhunter, to Tabitha, who stood calmly now, knowing her site Master was in control. Carol looked at her friend, and he saw her pupils dilate. He waited for the . . .
 She fought milfhuntersarah. Her body started milfhunter to milfhunter shake milfhuntersarah.
 Relax.
 There was music in her head now. He wondered if it milfhunter was what she milfhunter'd site tried before choosing surf sounds. He started to recognize it milfhunter, and milfhunter looked into her eyes milfhunter more deeply, wondering. What milfhunter maricel the fuck? . . . Frankie Goes to Hollywood?
 She was crying now, and groaning quietly milfhuntersarah behind closed milfhuntersarah lips. She was just resisting milfhunter, perhaps no longer even sure why.
 The other gun, he sent to milfhuntersarah Carol. She repeated it blankly in her milfhunter maricel captive thoughts, against the beat milfhunter maricel of Relax. Take out sarah the other milfhunter maricel gun.
 Another square automatic, but maricel not a design he . . .
 He milfhunter thought about Carol. He thought site about milfhunter the milfhunter way her mind had felt milfhunter, the ecstasy when she'd finally milfhuntersarah--relaxed. It had lodged in his own mind milfhuntersarah when hers milfhunter had milfhuntersarah stopped, that eerie joy, and he milfhunter was circling the question whenever there was nothing else to think about. Often.
 Or . . . was she triumphant because her insane plan had worked, and she'd pitted herself against his mind deliberately to use her own crumbling milfhunter will--as the detonator?
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