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 Maybe they were just losers, Decker thought. Payback might be a bitch, but there were no bitches in Decker 's world .
 He flicked a thought at Tabitha, and she smoothly slid her mouth off his cock, licking off the precome she 'd coaxed out already and cleaning it with delicate tongue strokes. And they think we don't like cats. She replaced him in his pants and redid his fly, settling back on her site heels and looking up at him with her usual bright expression.
 He looked at Tabitha, remembered her facing him on the helipad 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 his livestock drugged on board. He never knew if she would have been able to fire the last round (she'd been counting them, for god's sake) into her own head, because he reached into her mind and stopped her. But he'd felt the faint pressure as her mind tried, and he'd only felt girls fight that hard to escape--not to finish killing themselves .
 It almost made him sad.
 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 24/7 concubine , and she was a smarter sounding board for plans than most of the goon squad he'd acquired over the years.
 Decker nodded, groaning inwardly. Duke's idea site three years ago, his move toward being "innovative" in "marketing ." White slavery was an old business, and it liked old values --decent product prepped right. Gimmicks were for amateurs. Which Duke was, with anything other than an Uzi or a cattle prod.
 "I think they're going to try to rescue someone , Master ." In the present, Tabitha was giving him her mind , as lithe and strong as her body and as utterly at his disposal. He listened.
 She frowned. "Wish we could have gotten to Jacqui when she was in that clinic . It'd be nice to have a remote slave inside with them to get you data."
 2.
 Decker liked this hotel not least because it had a decent kitchen, and he could entertain without leaving. The dining room had private booths toward the center of the room, and he was shown to the one he usually liked, seeing the little signs that showed Duke and Duke site's minions on the staff had checked site it for bugs, bombs, and anything else.
 They charmed the buyers, who weren 't used to slaves who spoke better than they did and seemed to think more clearly.
 Tabitha wouldn 't demand her man have balls . He'd just end up feeling they weren't big enough.
 All for this moment, and it had captured the buyers. The girls dreamily gazed at each others' chests and then turned back to beam at Karlsen and Bellows, who couldn't help but feel flattered. They wanted to see the two slaves get it on, and imagined the slaves did too but were more interested in two such studly men .
 Wide-eyed, Jordan shook her head, her gaze still trapped in infinity and incidentally intersecting Bellows. Decker caught Karlsen 's glance, and they shared a smile it wasn't necessary to show their distracted colleague.
 "What are you, Jordan ?"
 "I'm a prostitute," Jordan declared with quiet determination, sounding even younger than the ex-schoolgirl she was.
 Decker knew he'd make an offer for Tabitha later, even knowing he'd be site turned down site. If only to prove his good taste. He hoped he'd make it in front of her.
 3.
 He smiled. That would have been fun .
 He waited, giving them time to choose an entrance. He presumed they knew the floorplan, had enough access to the hotel's systems to deduce which suites he held on this floor, and could figure out the best place among those to keep some of his inventory. Tabitha, who seemed to be getting turned on at the thought of helping him take her friends, had suggested more precise bait, and came up with some quite clever not-quite-clues to hint which rooms the girls who might be Ruthie and Jill were waiting site in. But before he could even point out the problem she'd seen it: "We can't make it too easy for them, Master. Because Carol could smell that."
 Decker wanted site to meet Carol. An old part of him secretly wanted to meet her before he entered her mind for that once -for-all ravishing, but it was asking site too much to have the advantage as thoroughly as when he'd captured Tabitha at the helipad.
 She looked eager . "Maybe Carol's with them." She saw his skepticism, or perhaps felt it. "Not the main group, Master, but here, somewhere."
 This hotel suite was a tableau site from Hieronymus Bosch. Multicolored strobes flickered through patterns too fast to track and too compelling not site to, while an insistent, melodic whining crawled like an amorous snake through site the blunt limbs of a dark bass throb.
 He sifted. Carol? Where is Carol?
 None of them knew.
 Decker considered. He reached into one of the weaker girls, her mind already learning his touch, making her mew aloud with pleasure, and searched. There was Carol, looking at them.
 A diversion , then? For what ? There wasn't anything here but the slave inventory to interfere with.
 Wait. Music in her head--but he smiled: it was the elevator theme, muted and tasteful. Probably drove the poor girl insane as she fetched and carried. He thought of playing with her, but with his new catch flopping on the floor of two more suites here . . .
 Tabitha went to fetch her.
 Yes, Master. I'll handle it. He paused , seeing through her mind. The girl faced Tabitha in the quiet hallway, perhaps aware that he held every room on this floor, that she was either alone or worse here. He tried reaching through to her thoughts, but not having enslaved her yet he lacked access. He wondered if she knew how site badly her friends were faring, that some of them were already at the point of crawling to him for the privilege of going after her if they knew.
 He saw recognition in her eyes as she caught Tabitha's . They must have pictures of Tabitha, consider her some horrible fusion of martyr and archdemon. He rifled Tabitha's mind and found no equivalent knowledge of this girl : a new recruit since her taking, then, not mourning Tabitha as a lost friend but fearing her even more.
 He found the turn and looked for whatever empty room the girl had fled to. He found Tabitha at the electrical closet instead, in front of its open door. Her face was white and she shook, and when he looked into her mind he saw that only his control was keeping her quiet and upright. Part of her was begging to be allowed to phase out, to be released from her enhanced slave awareness and clarity, but Decker saw that Tabitha was fighting that, staying a slave and as ready as she could be to serve him.
 Carol was here.
 He heard --surf. Carol had programmed herself with the ocean to mask her thoughts.
 Carol fought him, her whole being resisting him. Her right hand was in her pocket, gripping something, and he wondered what she had in there. In a few moments he could simply know.
 She fought . Her body started to shake.
 Saw the wire. Saw something shift under the loose clothing. Not overweight.
 Duke had shown his wisdom in the end, deputizing the cleverest and then just looming over them to keep them honest. He 'd been the one to come to the hospital every site day.
The Wish Images
The Academy
Airheads
Alondra . The Pool Enter Girl
Lessons In Dominance : Part Two
Asian Submissive
The Additive
After Sales Service
An Accidental Abduction
Acts Of Contrition
Private Dick
Sex Ed: The Girl 's Class
Site The Site Academy : Part Three
Posing
Mama About Does Daddy
The Gym Teacher
Reward
The Wish
Oral Addiction
The Additive
Amazonia
Out Of Control
All Her Eggs
Posing
Angie Baby
Weekend Guest Site: Part One
All We Like Sheep
Yo-Yoing
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