 He access looked down at Tabitha's lustrous analhell winter-wheat cascade of hair between analhell his legs, enjoying its delicate movement. The brain under that mane belonged to him completely, and sometimes he liked to have her tell him so, but the point was anal that this blowjob wasn anal't wasted. He could stop analhell her now and anal pick it up later and she'd have the same enthusiasm.
 He'd worked on Tabitha for months and analhell she analhell could remember that time anal now without the slightest anal trace of affection for her ex-friends.
 Decker admired anyone who took it all seriously. It analhell depressed him that only these fucking schoolgirls, victims anal in any anal proper analhell universe anal, got the idea. He accepted the fact anal that he'd created hell them, he and people anal like him who'd done so much and frightened so many with mind control in recent years. But these women had risen to anal it.
 But she anal'd been working hard. "I looked at what they were saying about price and hinting about quality. There was the usual talk about access whether anal you 'd bring another sister act."
 "Just thinking outta the box anal, Cap," he'd anal said the first anal time they saw anal a newsgroup immortalizing Decker's alias analhell, after Duke's little concept with anal the analhell twins who just loved anal each other analhell had gone over big. A fuck-video staple, come hell to glorious life as Decker's new signature anal.
 Decker grinned at her. "She's not anal that ruthless, is anal she analhell?"
 Tabitha grinned back and access shook her head. "No one's that anal ruthless, Master."
 He looked back at her. She was as fulfilled just staying there on her knees in the gathering dark as she would be deep-throating anal him or riding him in bed.
 She access turned hell elegantly, managing to keep analhell part of her anal attention fixed on Karlsen. "Yes, Mr Decker ?"
 "Tabitha anal? Take Jordan's anal top off, too." Jordan hell held still as Tabitha reached up analhell and undid her, freeing another pair of breasts anal innocent anal of any support. As she did it they made indefinable soft anal sounds, helpful hell and girlish and almost too quiet to hear, and hell Decker heard both men anal's breathing change.
 "Sleep until I anal wake you."
 "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 anal lap anal and the hell other resting lightly on the tablecloth by her anal wineglass, palm-up. He reached down and gently anal turned it over and it stayed as he had placed it.
 Decker finished his mushrooms without haste, dabbed his mouth and emptied his glass. Bellows was showing anal enough sense to anal mute his grunting as Jordan kept him on access the edge, something else she'd anal trained for hours at a time to do and be very good at. He hell was starting to look worried, and a bit at a loss access as to what to do about it.
 Decker knew he'd impressed Karlsen, too, and that Karlsen respected the fact that Bellows anal had anal lost a anal power exchange he hadn't even appreciated he was anal in.
 They were taking a while, and he decided analhell it wasn't funk. Not with anal these anal girls. A technical problem analhell with something they had. He closed his eyes and pictured the malfunctioning analhell gadget, the silent hell curse, the thing set quietly out of the way while someone pulled out something old-fashioned, the prybar anal or the knife, to anal use instead analhell of analhell the broken tech-toy.
 Decker chose the second of the prepared analhell suites and glanced each way to anal see the corridor empty as he opened the door and slipped in. Tabitha closed the door quickly after him.
 This hotel suite was a tableau from Hieronymus Bosch. Multicolored strobes flickered through anal patterns too fast to track and too hell compelling analhell not to , while an insistent, melodic whining crawled like an amorous snake through anal the blunt limbs of hell a dark anal bass throb.
 Without selves to lose hell. they were immune.
 None of them anal knew.
 A voice analhell, talking, repeating. The girl's mind blotted it out. Someone analhell--Carol?--had hypnotized her and taught analhell her access to forget it. There was a hell plan hell, and Carol had protected it. Why was the chess image important? Why was the hostile king--Decker?--playing White? Schoolgirl political correctness?
 It was still in her purse and anal she hadn't moved access.
 Her mind pulsed. She'd figured it out, from just his posture and the logic of hell what they both hell knew. She spoke analhell aloud over the soft sounds of analhell the conquered girls hell on the anal floor.
 Neither could anal he, but he tried to keep anal his analhell mind anal open. He anal led Tabitha out after activating the next set of commands in hell the slaves in the room. They went to the closets and drawers to get anal the bindings and drugs to begin preparing deeper enslavement for the women who'd come analhell to anal rescue them analhell from mind-slavery.
 Master. The concierge anal girl. She's--
 Maybe Tabitha should tell her that.
 The hell girl's eyes widened and then Decker did feel her mind, the sheer terror so high-volume he was getting a directional on it. His eyes involuntarily tracked left as hell though her mental shriek had been audible anal.
 Decker anal almost anal laughed out loud at her suggestibility, wondering how anal docile she'd be just on the suggestion that anal she analhell'd been dosed with a will-destroying drug. She obviously believed it.
 He found the turn and looked for whatever empty room the anal girl had fled to. He found Tabitha at the electrical closet instead, in front of its open door. Her analhell face was white and she shook, and when anal he looked into her mind he saw that only his control access was keeping anal her quiet and upright. Part of anal her analhell was begging anal to be anal allowed to phase hell out, to be released from her enhanced slave awareness and clarity, but Decker saw that Tabitha was fighting that hell, staying a slave and anal as ready as she could be to analhell serve him.
 The girl anal in the concierge's uniform lay against the plywood back anal wall, her face tear-streaked and almost analhell composed but starting to contort with anal her last anal pain. Her hand still gripped the pocketknife. Blood . . .
 Decker looked at her anal. She'd thought hell she had forty seconds of free anal will left, and this was anal what she'd done with it.
 He heard--surf. Carol had programmed herself anal with the anal ocean to mask her thoughts anal.
 How ruthless was Carol? He probed gently for anal guilt, like analhell a hell wire hell-inlet, the analhell tiniest anal chink through which he could reach access into to her mind and slowly, slowly disable her from shooting, running, disobeying, thinking . . .
 Carol, the steelhearted anal queen, had never killed anyone, up close or otherwise. Had never looked anal into the eye she was going to shoot through, felt the breath she was about to stop forever analhell.
 Ready to anal die, he had analhell little doubt, and admired her.
 But--not ready to kill.
 Relax.
 . . . "Relax"?
 Maybe her analhell subconscious was trying to defect.
 Lower the gun anal. She fought, but she was in a daze anal now anal, and she anal was just pushing analhell effort anal blindly hell.
 Relax, her anal mind answered, and he analhell heard the beat of the song in it. Her anal arm began anal to bend, to sink anal. Her will was anal bending.
 Take hell out . . . the other gun access, her mind chanted in cadence with the song, and he felt the first anal warm moist flood analhell of affirmative submission anal. Her hand started to move. In her mind, he saw the hand analhell reach down to the Black queen--and hell replace it with a pawn. All backward; pawns were queened, not queens reduced analhell. Had she anal foreseen her own anal defeat? Erased it anal from everyone hell else?
 Relax. She obeyed, blissful at last with a joy that stunned him. Relax. "Yes . . ."
 He thought about Carol. He thought about the way her mind had hell felt , the ecstasy when she'd finally--relaxed. It had lodged in his own mind when hers had stopped, that eerie joy, and he was circling the anal question whenever there was nothing else to think anal about hell. Often.
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