He looked xxx out the window of the suite, seeing the skyline xxx beyond in the slanting late-afternoon light. The auction xxx had gone access well, but then they always did. He worked with each slave intensely before she reached market and they were all thoroughly tame access--especially the "wild" ones the buyers wanted to think they were xxx going to break.
He'd worked on Tabitha for months and she could remember xxx that time now without the slightest access trace of affection for her ex-friends.
Decker xxxgold had looked access at her as she stood xxx there, looking sexy as hell in xxx her access improvised commando xxx gear xxx, sexier with the pale face and gold wide xxx eyes of her terror, and realized xxxgold she was not even daring to hope he'd gold kill her. It wasn 't often he found that much courage with that much realism. This girl had grown up several lifetimes right xxxgold now.
He shrugged. "With that noise in their heads I can hear them coming a mile away. Jammers are great for security but they suck for surprise." As always xxxgold when he said that, he gold caught a xxx fairly detailed image in Tabby's mind of a lumbering green aircraft: Daddy had flown for the Air Force before Mommy remarried someone wealthier, and Tabitha actually knew all about jammers.
She knelt and waited.
Decker got up to change for dinner. There were xxx a couple xxxgold of new buyers xxxgold who still didn't quite understand the scope of xxx what applied mind control brought xxx to the xxx white-slave trade, and the established clients who vouched xxx for them needed to show gold off their gold access to xxx him.
By his side xxx, Tabitha was xxxgold exquisite in a satin jumpsuit just loose enough xxx to be chic, and looked like an xxx unapproachably sleek young woman xxx instead of simply xxx an unaffordably fuckable access one. She trailed him to the dining room, and he liked how xxx her poise was as disorienting xxxgold as her winsome good looks. He couldn xxxgold't tell xxxgold how much of it was "original" Tabitha xxxgold who'd held xxx the helipad alone, and how much the new and improved Tabitha, tamed and focused.
"Tabitha? Take Jordan's top off, too." Jordan held still as Tabitha reached up and undid her, freeing another pair of breasts innocent of any xxx support. As she did it they made indefinable soft sounds, helpful and girlish and almost too quiet to hear, and Decker heard both men xxxgold's breathing change.
Too xxxgold polite and canny to smile, he recalled seeing the xxx girls practice for this. They'd done it for two hours under hypnosis. Tabitha had used the pendant Jordan had been conditioned to, programmed xxx her, and then put herself under xxx as Decker had trained xxxgold her. Then they stripped, over and over . It had xxx been erotic, then strange, then funny, to watch the frozen segment of foreplay repeated endlessly, perfectly.
"That's a total-recall trigger," he explained. "Secretarial mode now. She 'll remember everything we say, and the body language with it. Like a tape recorder with something extra xxxgold."
3.
No. Tabitha had surrendered. Never be complacent. If xxxgold memory xxx softens access, realtime sight may xxx slip, too.
They were alone in xxx the suite xxxgold. He'd given Jordan to Bellows on the spot as a sweetener, and xxx he knew the contact who'd xxx set up xxx the meeting at xxxgold dinner xxx had teased Bellows with what a girl who'd been in Decker's hands would do for her master. Could do, even. Her xxx long blowjob under the table had xxx ended at the limit of his endurance, not hers.
Decker knew he'd xxx impressed gold Karlsen, too, and that Karlsen xxx respected xxx the xxx fact that Bellows had lost a power exchange he xxxgold hadn't even access appreciated he was in.
A touch of his mind and Tabitha's eyes were bright and focused. "They xxxgold're in, Master ?"
He surveyed the minds of xxx the xxxgold new girls as they collapsed to the floor or stopped moving more than spasmodically. He sent one of the slaves to xxxgold deactivate the xxx brainwashing system for this room. No one had held out--not surprising at this setting. He was xxx pleased to xxxgold find several of them had climaxed at the feeling of their minds xxx being pried open and stunned from inside, and reached xxxgold into the mind of each girl in that susceptible xxx group, reviving the memory and welding access it forever to his voice: "Obey." In the silence after the stimulators were shut off, he listened to the delightful harmony xxx of their weak but ardent cries, and the whimpers of the ones not yet conquered.
"I can't tell xxx you access," she was xxxgold saying. Someone asked the inevitable question xxx, and she said, "Well--no xxx. Not knowing won't protect xxx you at all." She laughed and they laughed with her. There xxx was nothing more, no hints. The only plan they access'd spoken of xxx was the one that had xxx just ended in the beginning of slavery for them all, right here.
A strange thought came then, and he passed it access to Tabitha: this was Carol 's plan, her way of applying to work for him, perhaps. Giving him her friends.
Mentally and physically she shook her head. "I don't know, Master. The Carol I knew might xxxgold come up with an idea like that, as an idea, but she wouldn't think she was a good enough hypnotist to xxx pull it off."
In her head, he xxx saw xxxgold that Tabitha wasn't xxx sure about that, but Tabitha's opinion of powerful hypnotists access had, of course, forever been altered. He saw something xxxgold else: Tabitha couldn't see Carol choosing someone else xxx to do a job like that.
His xxxgold inhibition gold against using her gun was below xxxgold words and instant, but he felt Tabitha already minded that way.
Carol access was here xxx.
It was a pleasure to feel his slave respond. Tabitha pulled her perfume xxxgold spray from the purse xxxgold, sending a stream of it into the girl 's face and xxxgold stepping back for good measure as though to dodge xxxgold the droplets. The girl froze and gaped and he felt Tabitha use her corrupted-angel xxx smile access. It was so convincingly malign that Decker access himself almost wondered for a access second what might be in the gold vial.
"You might as xxxgold well relax," Tabitha told her victim with frightening calm. "That xxxgold topical hypnotic will be shutting down your volitional centers in xxx about--how much are you? about 100, 110?--forty seconds xxx. Then Master will be here."
Yes, Master. Tabitha swept down xxxgold to the turning, and xxx he felt her xxxgold sudden tension between caution and his command. He chose xxx for her xxxgold.
He looked at her eyes first, even before the gun. Neither xxxgold eyes xxxgold nor gun xxx wavered, until she cut gold her gaze over. The closet door stood out into the hall between her and the xxxgold dead girl, but she could see the splayed access legs, the xxxgold stain still scarlet around them and wide. The way the droplets had xxxgold flown and gold landed.
She'd just sent all her friends, her troops, into what she must have known would be a trap xxx, sprung his snares, and somehow gotten past Duke and the rest of his people. Or had they gotten past her? Had she xxx already been holed up xxx here in the hotel since before they'd xxxgold even arrived--waiting?
How ruthless was Carol? He probed gently for guilt, like a wire-inlet, the tiniest chink xxx through which he could reach into to xxx her xxxgold mind and xxxgold slowly, slowly disable xxx her from shooting, running xxx, disobeying, thinking . . .
Ahh.
Carol's eyes drifted aside, to Tabitha, who stood calmly now, knowing her Master was in xxxgold control. Carol looked xxx at xxx her friend, and he saw her pupils xxx dilate. He waited for the . . .
Relax.
Relax.
There was music xxxgold in her head now xxxgold. He xxx wondered if it was what xxx she xxxgold'd tried before choosing surf xxx sounds. He started to recognize xxx it, and looked into her xxxgold eyes more deeply, wondering. What the fuck? . . . Frankie xxxgold Goes to Hollywood xxx?
Maybe xxx her subconscious was trying xxx to defect.
Her hand xxx cleared the pocket, gripping whatever it was very tightly.
Or . . . was she gold triumphant because xxx her insane plan had worked, and she xxxgold'd pitted herself against his mind deliberately to use her own xxx crumbling will xxxgold--as the xxxgold detonator ?
Sometimes, he xxx thought Which was it, you fucking cold-blooded--?
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