 It fetishhell was always good for her.
 Maybe they were fetish just losers, Decker thought. Payback might be a bitch, but there were no bitches in Decker's world.
 In her head he heard not my fart fetish friends they fetish hate Master i hate them must fart fetish make fart them obey fetishhell or die but she fart only fetish nodded. He fetish'd fetishhell taught her that truth fetish but didn' t fetish need to hear fetishhell it recited all the time.
 In the receding beat fart of the rotors, telling Duke not to let anyone try to shoot it down, he looked into his new fetish captive and saw not the slightest fetishhell trace of fantasy-submission or slutness of any variety. Tabitha was looking at spending the rest of her life as a conditioned fetish sex slave with fetish disgust and fetishhell terror and not even fetishhell thinking she'd be taught to fetish enjoy fart fetish it. Ballsy enough to risk it anyway, so her friends fetishhell could rescue the others fetish and get away fart.
 But he took fetishhell her fetishhell free fetish will and selfhood instead, and all that warrior spirit was fetishhell his, now. Tabitha was a devoted fetishhell guard fetishhell as fetish well fetish as his 24/7 concubine fart fetish, and she was a smarter fetish sounding board for plans than most of the goon squad he'd acquired over fetishhell the years.
 "I think they're going to try to rescue someone, Master." In fetishhell the fart present, Tabitha was giving him her mind, as lithe hell and strong as her body and as utterly at his disposal. He fart fetish listened.
 He shrugged fetish. "With hell that noise in their heads I can fetish hear them coming a mile away. Jammers fart fetish are great for security but they suck for surprise fetishhell." As always when he said hell that, he caught a fairly detailed image in Tabby's mind hell of a lumbering green aircraft: Daddy had flown hell for the Air Force before Mommy remarried someone wealthier, and Tabitha actually knew all hell about jammers fetish.
 Tabitha didn't fetish look like fetish she'd enter be a demanding fetish sort of girl. Decker watched and fetish enjoyed as her fetish programming, even as she fought to keep focused on marketing fetishhell Jordan, made her own slave-awareness resonate to Karlsen's fart unconscious cues and turned her behavior into a harem slave with geisha training. Freed of his vicinity fetish or enter under command by Decker, she'd be back to normal, but for now she was submissively under Karlsen's hell spell and falling deeper, and he fetish was only just starting to get it fetishhell.
 This was business fetish. Decker meditated on a fetish mushroom until it told his palate what he enter wanted to know, then swallowed, took fetish wine, and settled back.
 "Tabitha fart?"
 "What fetishhell are fetishhell you fetish, Jordan?"
 "I'm a prostitute," Jordan declared with quiet determination, sounding even younger than the ex-schoolgirl she was.
 Leaving him to melt in Jordan's mouth, Decker turned to Karlsen fetishhell. "I fart think we know where fetish that particular merchandise is probably fetish going fart fetish.
 "Let me fetish get my secretary on the line, then." Decker tapped Tabitha on her fetish nearer nipple, suppressing his reaction to her eager intake of breath. "Tabbycat. Wake now."
 Tabitha stared into space, standing by the door. She'd called it fetish correctly, earlier, when they were planning the evening. She'd known one of the girls had learned mountaineering and trained the others, and the best of her second fetish-degree pupils were the ones coming down fetish now from the roof level fetishhell. They'd gotten there fetish by helicopter--one had fetishhell settled over an open section of the roof without landing while they'd been at dinner and departed fetish in seconds, too quickly to fetish challenge, and he supposed the girls fart fetish had piled out with their gear fetish in fetishhell a well-drilled offload. Now, after waiting for dark, they'd emerged from hiding up there and fetish started down to him fetishhell.
 So far they'd set off the motion detectors on the ledge as their bodies blocked the brisk airflow. The south side tends to unexpected gusts fetish, ladies. Watch yourselves. I fetishhell want you all fart fetish.
 Decker wanted to fetishhell meet Carol fetish. An old part fart of him hell secretly wanted to meet her fetish before he entered her mind for that once-for fart fetish-all ravishing, but fetishhell it was asking too much to fetishhell have the advantage as thoroughly as when he'd captured Tabitha fetish at the helipad.
 So many irons in the fire. A slaver's work was never done. Decker watched the alarm indicators trip over with deft speed, as the girls found their way fetish to each of the possible hell entries and paused. He waited like an audience, appreciating their hell skill. He breathed, silently tracking their timing, the fart singing fetish in fetish their heads fetish just noise now. He couldn't fetish read past that noise hell, but he knew the fear they must enter feel now, about to go in. Did they also know the fetishhell exhilaration?
 He saw the yellow indicators fetish come fart on as the fetish defense systems reacted, after the fetish delay fetishhell to let everyone get in and get fetish far enough fart fetish from the way fetishhell out to make the trip out too, too hard hell. He pictured the sentries outside the windows and doors looking fart in with horror as fetishhell their sisters were caught. He pictured one or two leaning too close, looking too long, and--caught themselves--slowly, dreamily entering to join fetishhell the victims and wait for fetish him.
 He fetish tried to see fetishhell Carol sitting in a room elsewhere in fetish the hotel, or on fetishhell a lonely perch fetish on fetish the roof, waiting fetishhell it out.
 "I can't fetish tell fetish you," she was saying. Someone asked the inevitable question, and she said, "Well--no. Not knowing fart fetish won fetishhell't protect you at all." She fetish laughed and they laughed with her. There was nothing more, no hints. The only fetish plan they fetish'd spoken of fart fetish was the one that had fetish just ended in the beginning of hell slavery for them all, right here.
 He fetishhell thought about Carol, 20 going on 70, molding her friends' minds to fetish reach her goals. He thought fart fetish about her friends fetish, letting fart fetish her fetishhell do it, willing hypnotic subjects.
 It was still in fart fetish her purse and she hadn fetishhell't fetish moved.
 Neither could he, but he tried to keep his mind open. He led Tabitha out after fetishhell activating the next set fetishhell of commands in the slaves in the room. They went to the closets and drawers to get the bindings and drugs to hell begin fetish preparing deeper enslavement for the women fetish who'd come to rescue fetishhell them from mind-slavery.
 Maybe Tabitha should tell her fetish that.
 He saw recognition fetishhell in her eyes as fetish she caught Tabitha's. They must have pictures of Tabitha fetishhell, consider her fetish some horrible fusion of martyr and archdemon. He rifled Tabitha's mind and found no equivalent knowledge of this girl: a new recruit fetish since her fart fetish taking fetishhell, then, not mourning Tabitha as a lost friend but fearing her even more.
 "You might as well relax," Tabitha told her victim fetish with frightening calm. "That topical hypnotic will be shutting down your volitional centers in about fetish--how much are fetishhell you? about 100, 110?--forty seconds. Then Master will fetish be here fetishhell."
 Yes, Master. Thank you. She knew she was worth fart more to him than a hysterical captive fetish.
 She'd fetishhell just sent all enter her friends, her troops, into what fetish she must have known would be a trap, sprung his snares, and fart fetish somehow gotten past Duke and the rest of his people. Or had fetish they gotten fart fetish past her? Had she already been holed up here fetish in the hotel since before they'd fetishhell even arrived--waiting fetish?
 No. This was what some people turned into fetish when they were hell afraid enough.
 Carol's eyes enter drifted aside, to Tabitha, who stood calmly now hell, knowing her fetishhell Master was in control. Carol looked at her friend, and he saw her pupils dilate. He waited for the . . .
 She hell fought. Her body started to shake.
 Relax.
 Decker was pleased to sense fetishhell no fetishhell effort to turn the gun inward onto herself.
 It was hard to tell where fetish the music stopped, his command began fart, and hell her mind had started to whisper hell its own fetish obedience.
 Take out hell . . . the other gun, her mind chanted in cadence with the song, and he felt the first warm moist flood of affirmative submission. Her hand started to move. In her fetishhell mind, he saw the hand fetishhell reach down fetishhell to the Black fetish queen--and replace it with fetishhell a pawn. All backward; pawns were queened fart fetish, not queens reduced. Had she foreseen her fetish own defeat fetish? Erased it from everyone else?
 Or . . . was she enter triumphant because her fetishhell insane plan fart had fetishhell worked, and fetish she'd pitted herself against his mind deliberately fetish to use her own crumbling will--as the detonator?
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