 The girl sucking off Decker did something new with her tongue. More by cum habitual courtesy than for cum any other reason, he grunted cum in cum acknowledgement cumgirls. He was too preoccupied to enjoy it, really.
 Took its toll, after a cum while.
 He looked at Tabitha, remembered cumgirls her facing him on the helipad cumgirls after she'd held him and his people off with neat three-round bursts, as her friends made their escape from the school in one of his choppers with thirty of cumgirls his livestock drugged cumgirls on board. He never knew cum if she would have been able cum to fire the last round (she'd been counting them cum, for god's cum sake) into her own head, because he girls reached into her mind and stopped her. But he'd felt cum the faint pressure as her mind tried cum, and he'd only felt girls cum fight that hard to escape--not cumgirls to finish killing themselves.
 In the cum receding beat of the rotors, telling Duke not to let cum anyone try to shoot cum it cum down, he looked into his new captive cumgirls and saw not the cum slightest about trace of fantasy-submission or slutness of any variety. Tabitha was cum looking at spending the rest of her life as a conditioned sex slave with disgust and terror and not even thinking she'd be taught to enjoy it. Ballsy enough to risk it anyway, so her friends could rescue the others and get away cum.
 He'd never had anyone smart he could trust. And he'd never found a woman he hadn't considered a cum bimbo in training cum even about before he took her. But Tabitha cum . . .
 Duke had been very cum quiet after that. But the damage was done--and frustratingly hard to gauge .
 "Two of the descriptions in the catalogue fit Jill and Ruthie . They cumgirls're not--you sold Jill cumgirls to the doctor in Caracas and Ruthie's still healing from the implants." Pausing, she wondered how, and how quickly, her former comrades would figure that out cumgirls. "But they'll try to get to the girls on the list."
 Probing curiously, Decker found no nostalgia there, either.
 Decker grinned at cum her. "She's not that ruthless cum, is she?"
 He looked back at her. She was as fulfilled just staying cum there on her knees in about the gathering dark as she would be deep-throating him or riding him cum in bed.
 They charmed the buyers cum, who weren cum't used to slaves who spoke better than they did and seemed to think more clearly.
 This was business. Decker meditated on a mushroom girls until it told cum his cumgirls palate what he wanted to know, then swallowed, took wine, and settled cum back cum.
 "Strip to the waist."
 Too polite and canny to smile, he recalled seeing the girls practice for cumgirls this. They'd cum done it for two cum hours under hypnosis. Tabitha had used the pendant cum Jordan had cum been cumgirls conditioned to, programmed cum her, and cum then put cum herself under as Decker had trained her. Then they stripped, over and over. It had been cum erotic, then strange, then funny, to cum watch cum the frozen segment of cumgirls foreplay repeated cum endlessly, perfectly.
 "Now, Tabitha."
 Karlsen smiled and nodded. Decker could see that cumgirls he would get over this quickly, distracted as he cumgirls was by his greater passion for the profit that cum Jordan and a covey of girls just as skilled--and utterly obedient cum--as she cumgirls was cum would generate for whoever owned them. His brain girls was already cum visibly about turning over.
 "Not the appliance I was thinking of cum. But OK. Let's talk."
 Decker wanted to meet Carol. An old part of him secretly wanted cumgirls to cum meet her before he entered cum her 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 cum at the cumgirls helipad.
 So many cumgirls irons in the fire. A cum slaver's work was cum never done. Decker cumgirls watched the alarm indicators trip over with deft speed, as the cum girls found their way to each of the possible entries and paused. He waited like an audience cum, appreciating their cum skill. He breathed, silently tracking their timing, the singing cum in their heads just noise now. He couldn't read past that noise, but he knew cum the fear cum they must feel now, about to go in cum. Did they also know the exhilaration cum?
 A touch of cum his mind and Tabitha's eyes were bright and focused. "They're in, Master?"
 Her girls mouth was inches from the pussy of the naked slave closing the window she'd fallen in through, and both women were cum oblivious. Decker smiled to see it.
 He sifted. Carol? Where is Carol?
 None of them knew.
 No cum, Master. Tabitha's conviction was deep, as close as her thoughts came to the absolute certainty of her slavery to him. She'd never think of that. He felt Tabitha's brief cum, hot confusion as she cum wished cum in her twisted retrospect cumgirls that she had, and betrayed her friends to him before.
 Neither cum could he cum, but he tried to keep his mind open. He led Tabitha cumgirls out after cum activating the next set of cumgirls commands in the slaves in the cum room. They went to the closets and drawers to get the bindings and cumgirls drugs cumgirls to cumgirls begin preparing deeper enslavement for cum the women who'd come to rescue them from mind-slavery.
 Still. She might be a useful cum foil for something he cum wanted to try. The hotel turned a blind eye cum to what he did with junior staff, as cum long as he wasn't carrying them off like cumgirls towels. Also, with the blown minds he'd be dealing with, touching and cumgirls using someone whose thoughts weren't etched by the cum flaring lights and invasive sound would be like a chaser to drink in relief.
 The "concierge girls" would be helpful. Hold her, he cumgirls thought. In Tabitha's mind he saw cumgirls her tense to run cumgirls.
 The girl's eyes widened and then Decker cum did feel her mind, the sheer cum terror so high cum-volume cum he was getting a directional on it. His eyes involuntarily cum tracked left as cumgirls though her girls mental shriek had been cumgirls audible.
 Yes cum, Master. Thank you. She knew she was worth more to him than a hysterical captive.
 He disengaged from cum her thoughts and concentrated on getting through the cum corridors, wondering if any cum of Carol's other soldiers had infiltrated in hotel uniforms, but cum the cum floor seemed deserted. If he saw anyone they cum'd cum be on the carpet under a SLEEP command right then.
 He heard--surf. Carol cum had programmed herself with the ocean to mask her thoughts.
 All to distract him, so she could cum get close enough to shoot him dead.
 He got a visual, too. This mental shore wasn't a tropical beach, but a cum rocky girls coastline under a gunmetal winter sky. Part of him cum was wondering whether this girl cum was some cum reincarnated enemy of cum his from an old war.
 No cum. This was what cum some people turned into when they were afraid enough cum.
 Decker decided to trip cum her. He sent the image cumgirls of the chessboard about, the new Black queen, and let her wonder cum why cum.
 Relax girls.
 Relax.
 There was music in her head now. He cum wondered if it was what cum she'd tried before cum choosing surf sounds. He started to recognize it, and looked into her eyes more deeply, wondering. What the fuck? . . . Frankie Goes to Hollywood?
 Relax cum. Decker cumgirls stepped aside, and the gun cum didn't follow, though her cum eyes, glazing and cum frantic, tried to.
 Take out . . . the other cum gun, her mind chanted in cadence with the song, and he felt the first warm girls moist cumgirls flood of affirmative submission. Her hand started to move cum. In her mind, he saw the cum hand reach down to the Black queen--and cumgirls replace it cum with a cumgirls pawn. All cum backward cumgirls; pawns cum were queened, not queens reduced. Had she foreseen her own defeat? Erased it from everyone else?
 He made them wear tight vinyl and chains for a cumgirls while and cum love it cum, but that did cum no good. Neither did making them cum hate it.
 Some of them cum were cum from Carol's cumgirls group, though after a while not many of them. When he'd gotten out of the cum hospital, he'd worked on their minds, sometimes around the clock. None cum of the ones in cum that series were salable. Not even the freaks would buy them. Duke had to have most of them cum put to sleep.
 Had she finally yielded to him, obeying cumgirls, forgetting about the explosives she'd strapped to herself?
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