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Took its toll, after a while.
It was always good for phatbootyhunter her phatbootyhunter.
In her head he heard not my friends they hate Master i phatbootyhunter hate phatbootyhunter them must make them obey or phatbootyhunter die but phatbootyhunter she only phatbootyhunter nodded. He'd taught phatbootyhunter her that truth phatbootyhunter but didn' t need to hear it recited all the time.
"They're phatbootyhunter still using that phatbootyhunter pop bimbo video's music to make their thoughts hard to phatbootyhunter read." It was phatbootyhunter one of the memories he'd locked video away phatbootyhunter in Tabitha, reviewed when he'd taken and turned her. The girls she'd been with had let phatbootyhunter that teacher of theirs hypnotize them to help them focus and video to learn tricks like this annoyingly video effective crap with Normandy Swords, or whatever her sprightly little name phatbootyhunter was. Part of the little commando thing they'd surprised his outfit with when he'd video swept phatbootyhunter down on their tony little private school. Didn't hurt that they were mostly well-off, and phatbootyhunter able to buy the arsenal and all phatbootyhunter the fancy equipment.
He looked at Tabitha, remembered her facing him phatbootyhunter on the helipad after she phatbootyhunter'd held him and phatbootyhunter his people phatbootyhunter off with neat three-round bursts, as her phatbootyhunter friends made their phatbootyhunter escape phatbootyhunter from phatbootyhunter the phatbootyhunter school phatbootyhunter in one of his choppers with thirty of his livestock drugged phatbootyhunter on board. He never knew if she would have phatbootyhunter been able to fire the last round (she'd phatbootyhunter been counting them, for god's sake) into her own head, because he reached video into phatbootyhunter her mind and stopped her. But he phatbootyhunter'd felt the faint pressure phatbootyhunter as her phatbootyhunter mind tried, and he'd only felt girls fight that hard to escape--not to finish killing themselves.
But he took her free will and selfhood instead, and all that warrior spirit was his, now. Tabitha was a devoted guard as well as his 24 phatbootyhunter/7 concubine, and she was a smarter phatbootyhunter sounding phatbootyhunter board for plans than phatbootyhunter most of the goon squad he'd acquired over the years .
He'd never had anyone smart he could trust. And he'd never found a phatbootyhunter woman he hadn't considered phatbootyhunter a bimbo in training even before he took her. But Tabitha . . .
Decker had phatbootyhunter left his eyes on the screen, seeing phatbootyhunter that much of his ease of movement lost.
"Carol knows that phatbootyhunter, Master." Tabitha looked even more pensive phatbootyhunter. "She'll come up with something, though." She smiled. "Maybe she'll reprogram them all to play the elevator phatbootyhunter music here in the hotel."
He looked phatbootyhunter back at her . She was as fulfilled just staying there on her knees in the gathering dark as video she would be phatbootyhunter deep-throating him phatbootyhunter or riding him in bed.
Tabitha's ex-schoolmate and now pupil Jordan, about to phatbootyhunter graduate from her own phatbootyhunter extensive phatbootyhunter training phatbootyhunter, followed them phatbootyhunter, looking in her minidress both approachable and eminently fuckable phatbootyhunter.
They charmed the phatbootyhunter buyers phatbootyhunter, who weren phatbootyhunter't used to slaves who spoke better phatbootyhunter than phatbootyhunter they did and seemed to think more clearly.
This was business phatbootyhunter. Decker phatbootyhunter meditated on a mushroom until it told his palate what he wanted phatbootyhunter to know, then swallowed, took wine, and settled back.
"Tabitha?"
"What are you, Jordan?"
He phatbootyhunter sincerely hoped their knots phatbootyhunter were tight. It was a long way phatbootyhunter to video fall and a hard street to land phatbootyhunter on.
Tabitha stood still and phatbootyhunter willing, now. He looked into her phatbootyhunter thoughts and found quiet bliss: a dream of kneeling phatbootyhunter naked by his feet in a bright, crowded throne video room, owned before all.
So phatbootyhunter many phatbootyhunter irons phatbootyhunter in phatbootyhunter the fire . A slaver phatbootyhunter's work was never done. Decker watched the phatbootyhunter alarm indicators video trip over with phatbootyhunter deft speed, as the girls found their way to each of the possible entries and paused. He waited like an audience, appreciating their phatbootyhunter skill. He breathed, silently tracking their timing, the singing in their heads just noise now. He phatbootyhunter couldn't read past that noise, but he knew phatbootyhunter the fear phatbootyhunter they must feel now, about to go phatbootyhunter in. Did they also phatbootyhunter know the exhilaration?
He hoped so. They'd earned that phatbootyhunter, at least.
They were taking a while, and he decided phatbootyhunter it wasn't funk. Not with these girls. A technical problem with something they had. He closed his eyes and pictured the malfunctioning gadget, the silent phatbootyhunter curse, the thing set quietly out of the phatbootyhunter way while someone pulled video out phatbootyhunter something old-fashioned, the prybar or phatbootyhunter the phatbootyhunter knife phatbootyhunter, to use instead of the broken tech-toy.
He tried to see Carol sitting in a room elsewhere in the hotel, or on a lonely perch on the roof, waiting it out.
Among motionless nude women with blank faces, the slaves phatbootyhunter he video already owned waiting phatbootyhunter at attention, figures in dark clothing that gleamed phatbootyhunter with metal knelt or writhed or tried phatbootyhunter shakily to keep their feet, their phatbootyhunter screaming inaudible in the room's sound. Decker looked for a moment at phatbootyhunter his slaves, their minds phatbootyhunter already phatbootyhunter melted and used to being reshaped. The lights and the phatbootyhunter noise were not telling their dimmed awareness anything they didn't already know: that phatbootyhunter they phatbootyhunter were owned phatbootyhunter, obedient, endlessly horny was already the sun and moon of their lives phatbootyhunter.
A diversion, then? For phatbootyhunter what phatbootyhunter? There wasn phatbootyhunter't anything here but the phatbootyhunter slave phatbootyhunter inventory phatbootyhunter to interfere with.
In the hall on the way to phatbootyhunter the next suite of phatbootyhunter quivering new phatbootyhunter postulants phatbootyhunter, already anticipating the maddened whispers of obedience in their manhandled psyches, he passed a phatbootyhunter hotel phatbootyhunter employee, neat in her skirt, in the blazer of the concierge staff. Young, perhaps a management trainee. Already schooled to ignore phatbootyhunter the antics of phatbootyhunter wealthy guests, perhaps not even wanting to know what happened behind those doors.
Still. She might be a useful foil for phatbootyhunter something he wanted to try. The phatbootyhunter hotel turned a blind eye to phatbootyhunter what he did with junior staff, as long as he wasn 't phatbootyhunter carrying phatbootyhunter them phatbootyhunter off like phatbootyhunter towels. Also video, with the blown minds phatbootyhunter he'd be dealing with, touching and using someone whose thoughts weren't phatbootyhunter etched by the flaring lights and invasive sound would be phatbootyhunter like a chaser to drink in relief.
Yes phatbootyhunter, Master. I'll handle it. He paused, seeing through phatbootyhunter her mind. The girl faced Tabitha in video the quiet hallway phatbootyhunter, perhaps aware that he phatbootyhunter held phatbootyhunter every room on this floor, that she was either phatbootyhunter alone or phatbootyhunter worse here. He phatbootyhunter tried reaching through to her thoughts, but not video having enslaved phatbootyhunter her phatbootyhunter yet he lacked access. He wondered phatbootyhunter if phatbootyhunter she knew how badly phatbootyhunter her friends were faring phatbootyhunter, that some of them were already at the point of crawling to him for the privilege of phatbootyhunter going after her if phatbootyhunter they knew phatbootyhunter.
Maybe Tabitha should tell her phatbootyhunter that.
He phatbootyhunter saw recognition in her eyes as she caught Tabitha video's phatbootyhunter. They must have video pictures phatbootyhunter of Tabitha, consider her some phatbootyhunter horrible phatbootyhunter fusion of martyr and archdemon. He rifled phatbootyhunter Tabitha's mind and found phatbootyhunter no equivalent knowledge of this girl: a new recruit phatbootyhunter since her taking, then, not mourning Tabitha as video a lost phatbootyhunter friend but fearing her even more .
Decker accepted that phatbootyhunter the new brain-noise could phatbootyhunter be a planned element: deep hypnosis for the girl in another location, before they started, and an all-purpose command to hear and replay whatever she heard, to phatbootyhunter blend in phatbootyhunter. But phatbootyhunter he made an intuitive phatbootyhunter leap that it had been a tactical improvisation. A Carol move, right here.
Her mind had shown it to him already phatbootyhunter but Decker stepped beside her and phatbootyhunter looked phatbootyhunter.
The girl in the concierge's uniform lay against the plywood back wall, her face tear phatbootyhunter-streaked and almost composed but starting to contort phatbootyhunter with her last pain. Her hand still gripped the pocketknife. Blood . . .
He wondered whether phatbootyhunter Tabitha remembered the last moments of her own phatbootyhunter freedom, when she'd tried video to shoot herself, but he phatbootyhunter found no trace of that in phatbootyhunter his slave's thoughts.
He looked at phatbootyhunter her eyes first, even before the gun. Neither eyes nor gun wavered, until she cut her gaze over. The closet door video stood phatbootyhunter out phatbootyhunter into the hall between her and the dead girl, but phatbootyhunter she could see the phatbootyhunter splayed legs, the stain video still scarlet around them and wide. The way the droplets had flown phatbootyhunter and landed.
Decker looked at her. Not the beauty Tabitha was, but the sort of girl phatbootyhunter the eye kept drifting across, briefly but repeatedly until it found itself watching her. Her phatbootyhunter dark phatbootyhunter hair phatbootyhunter was short and he saw no makeup, but the color phatbootyhunter came from her deep brown eyes, striking even here in the hotel-corridor lighting phatbootyhunter, and her lips phatbootyhunter had their own hue phatbootyhunter past violet. She was in phatbootyhunter loose phatbootyhunter clothes phatbootyhunter, and phatbootyhunter might phatbootyhunter even be a bit overweight phatbootyhunter. Decker blinked. Hard to say.
How ruthless phatbootyhunter was Carol phatbootyhunter? He probed gently for guilt, like a wire-inlet, the tiniest chink through which he could reach into to her mind and slowly, slowly video disable her phatbootyhunter from shooting, running, disobeying, thinking . . .
Why wasn phatbootyhunter't phatbootyhunter she shooting?
Relax.
He smiled phatbootyhunter, slowly feeling his ability to multitask return as Carol weakened. Maybe this song was something she phatbootyhunter'd thought of once in phatbootyhunter a fit phatbootyhunter of perversity--what never to sing to the phatbootyhunter mind controller phatbootyhunter--and tried not to think of again.
Relax, her phatbootyhunter mind answered phatbootyhunter, and he video heard the beat of the phatbootyhunter song in it phatbootyhunter. Her arm began to bend, to sink. Her will was bending.
The other gun, he sent phatbootyhunter to phatbootyhunter Carol. She repeated it blankly in her captive thoughts, against the beat of Relax. Take out the other gun.
Another square automatic, but not a design he . . .
The unexpected impact of Tabitha pushing him hard to phatbootyhunter the side, getting in front of him.
He heard the click of phatbootyhunter the dead-man phatbootyhunter switch opening but not the bomb phatbootyhunter when it
Duke had shown his wisdom in the end, deputizing the cleverest and then phatbootyhunter just looming over them to phatbootyhunter keep them honest. He'd phatbootyhunter been the one to come to the hospital every day.
The second time he had phatbootyhunter a pair fight each video other to the phatbootyhunter death phatbootyhunter, Duke had gotten him very phatbootyhunter drunk. He hadn't video done it again.
How ruthless was Carol, exactly?
But phatbootyhunter there were no bitches phatbootyhunter in Decker's world phatbootyhunter.
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