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     It was always blonde good for her.
     Tabitha grinned back and shook her head. "No one's amateur blonde that ruthless, Master."
     He blonde wondered. When blonde he'd taken Tabitha he'd sex been dealing blonde with the immediacy of her. The unseen Carol, up in the chopper as it lifted, piqued his interest later. As he went through his new slave's thoughts, he'd blonde seen amateur blonde something blonde beyond blondesex even blondesex Tabitha in this other girl, who'd assigned her to that suicide post. Tabitha had been blondesex the champion who volunteered to stay and be lost--but Carol was blonde her steelhearted liege lady who accepted and amateur blonde blessed her friend's sacrifice, for amateur blonde the greater good, and may amateur well have been blonde making herself look blonde out from the amateur helicopter at blondesex what she'd done. Until taught blonde otherwise, Tabitha blonde had worshipped amateur her.
     "Yes, Master." So wonderful. Even needing his cock on her tongue that badly, her voice and mind were empty blonde of petulance. She knew her place.
     "Tabitha amateur? Take Jordan's all top off, too." Jordan held still blondesex as blonde Tabitha reached up and undid blondesex her amateur, freeing another pair blonde of breasts innocent of blonde any support. As she did it they made blonde indefinable soft sounds, helpful and girlish and almost too quiet to hear, and Decker blonde heard both men's breathing change.
     Looking her over as though inspecting a sister before her date, Tabitha hefted each blonde breast. "You're paid for blonde tonight."
     The trigger blonde hit her blondesex as it usually did, and she swayed a bit more, almost gasping blondesex and barely able to keep her eyelids above her pupils. "Yes,
     "Yes, Masssterrrrr amateur blonde--" She trailed off, head up but eyes falling closed as he allowed blondesex her to lose the fight. She sat blonde with one hand in her blonde lap and blonde the other resting lightly on the tablecloth by amateur blonde her blonde wineglass, palm-up. He reached down and gently blonde turned blonde it over and sex it blonde stayed as he had placed it.
     Decker finished his mushrooms without haste, dabbed blonde his blonde mouth and blonde emptied his glass blondesex. Bellows was showing enough sense to blondesex mute his grunting as Jordan kept him blonde on blondesex the edge blonde, something else she'd trained for hours at a time sex to do and blonde be very amateur blonde good blondesex at. He was starting to look worried, and a bit at a loss as to what to do about it.
     Leaving him blonde to melt in Jordan's mouth sex, Decker turned to Karlsen. "I think we blonde know where that particular merchandise is probably amateur blonde going.
     "Let me blonde get blonde my secretary on the line, then." Decker tapped Tabitha blonde on her nearer blonde nipple, suppressing his reaction to her eager intake of breath. "Tabbycat. Wake now."
     Karlsen, still mesmerized by her tits, was yet able to stop the first and less intelligent response before saying it.
     He sincerely hoped blonde their knots were tight. It was a long way to fall and a hard street to land on.
     Tabitha blondesex stood still and blondesex willing, now. He blonde looked blondesex into her thoughts and found quiet bliss: a dream of kneeling naked by his feet in a blonde bright, crowded throne room, owned before all.
     They were taking a while, and blondesex he blonde decided it wasn blondesex't funk. Not with these blonde girls. A blonde technical problem blonde with something they had. He closed his eyes and pictured the malfunctioning gadget, the all silent curse, the amateur thing set blonde quietly out of the way while all someone pulled out something blonde old-fashioned, the prybar sex or the knife, to use instead of the broken tech blondesex-toy.
     The all entry alarms came on like blonde a chandelier on the computer screen as the girls invaded his rented domain simultaneously blonde. He imagined the taut, black-clad bodies floating gracefully in the windows, deploying into the studied rooms like dancers hitting amateur blonde their marks.
     A touch of his mind and blonde Tabitha's blonde eyes were bright and focused blonde. "They're in, Master?"
     Among motionless blondesex nude women with blank faces, the slaves he already owned blonde waiting at attention, figures in dark clothing that blonde gleamed with metal knelt or writhed blonde or tried blonde shakily to sex keep blondesex their blonde feet, their screaming inaudible in the room's sound. Decker looked for a moment at his slaves, their minds amateur blonde already melted and used to being all reshaped. The lights and the noise amateur were not telling their dimmed awareness anything they didn sex't already know: that blondesex they were owned blondesex, obedient, endlessly horny was already blonde the sun and moon of their lives.
     Behind blondesex him, he knew amateur Tabitha blonde was blondesex alert and excited, her mind immunized by his personal training, avidly watching her old amateur comrades being broken before her eyes by amateur blonde her master's subliminals.
     He watched the intruders slacken. He sent two of amateur the slaves to resecure the windows they'd broken through, and the slaves stepped blonde absently around their twitching would-be rescuers to obey the imperative in their minds. Nothing else happened. One girl, sitting open-mouthed blonde and drooling under blonde one of the windows, must have been outside watching their back blonde, and made the mistake of peering in to blonde see what the noise was blondesex.
     A voice, talking, repeating. The girl's mind blotted blonde it out. Someone--Carol?--had hypnotized her and taught her blonde to forget it. There was amateur blonde a plan, and blonde Carol had blonde protected blonde it. Why was the chess image amateur blonde important? Why was the hostile king--Decker?--playing White all? Schoolgirl political correctness?
     In her blondesex head, he saw that Tabitha wasn't sure about that, but Tabitha's opinion of powerful hypnotists had, of course blonde, forever been altered. He saw something else: Tabitha couldn't see Carol choosing someone else to do a blonde job like that.
     Neither could he, but he tried to keep his blondesex mind open blondesex. He led Tabitha out after activating the next set of commands in the blonde slaves in the room. They blonde went to the closets and drawers to get the bindings and drugs blonde to begin preparing deeper enslavement amateur for the women who'd come to rescue them from blonde mind-slavery.
     Decker paused and took out the cell phone. A all cryptic exchange with Duke's blonde man assured him sex that some blonde other amateur blonde intrusions amateur blonde at ground level had been repelled, so blondesex he blonde was free to continue his playful work with blonde all these volunteers. The blondesex attack was blonde over.
     His inhibition against using her blonde gun was below words and instant, but he felt blonde Tabitha already minded that way.
     Yes amateur, Master blonde. I'll amateur handle blonde it. He paused, seeing through blonde her mind. The girl faced Tabitha in amateur blonde the quiet hallway, perhaps aware that he blonde held every room on this floor, that she blonde was either blonde alone or worse here. He tried reaching blondesex through to her thoughts, but not having enslaved her yet he lacked access. He wondered if she blonde knew how badly her friends were amateur blonde faring amateur blonde, that blondesex some of them were blonde already at the blonde point blondesex of crawling blonde to blondesex him for the privilege of going all after her if they knew.
     A blonde worthy blonde girl, even enslaved.
     All to blondesex distract him, so she could get close enough to shoot him dead.
     No. This was what some people turned into when they were afraid enough.
     Why wasn't she blondesex shooting?
     Carol's blonde eyes drifted aside, to Tabitha, who stood calmly now, knowing her Master was in control. Carol looked at her friend, and he blonde saw her pupils dilate blonde. He waited for the blondesex . . .
     The ocean rolled and amateur blonde hissed around him, and he found Carol's will accessible but obscured. He froze amateur blonde her trigger finger, but her blondesex arm stayed amateur up and the gun amateur stayed on him. Tabitha was docile, and he'd have to break concentration to command her to take the other girl, which he couldn't afford just now. Well enough. He shouldn't have to depend on his slave for help with this.
     Relax.
     He smiled, slowly feeling his ability to multitask return as Carol weakened. Maybe this song was something sex she'd thought of once in a fit of perversity--what never to blonde sing to the mind controller sex--and tried not sex to think of again.
     She was trying to pull her hand from her right pocket, and he saw another blondesex gun-shape there. He searched her sex mind, looking for a disconnected thought like blonde must get other gun blonde, but there was no way blonde to look for it. Her mind was like a conquered city in mid-sack, burning and chaotic, with that compulsive dance track playing over it all amateur blonde.
     His all slave sighed happily in his mind, grateful to be able to move again, but gladder for her Master's gain.
     Relax.
     He couldn't blonde think amateur blonde about Tabitha, and so he gnawed away at the quandary and hated amateur blonde Carol for that amateur blonde instead.