Decker had looked hunter at her as she stood there, looking sexy as hell in milf her improvised commando milf gear, sexier milfhunter with milfhunter the pale face and hunter wide eyes milf of her terror, and realized she was milfhunter not even milfhunter daring to hope he milf'd kill her. It wasn 't often milf he milf found that much courage with that much milfhunter realism. This milfhunter girl had grown up several lifetimes right now.

He milfhunter'd never had anyone milf smart he could trust. And he'd never found a woman he hadn hunter't considered a bimbo in training milf even before he took her. But Tabitha . . .

Decker milf nodded, groaning inwardly milf. Duke's idea three years ago, his move milf toward being "innovative" in "marketing." White slavery was an milfhunter old business, and it liked milf old values--decent product prepped right. Gimmicks were for amateurs. Which Duke was, with anything milf other than an Uzi or a cattle prod.

"Just milf thinking outta the box, Cap," he'd said the first milf time milf they saw a newsgroup immortalizing Decker's alias, after Duke's little concept with the twins who just loved milf each other had gone over big milf. A fuck-video staple, come to milf glorious life milf as Decker's new signature.

Decker had left his eyes on the screen, seeing that milf much of his ease of movement lost here.

She frowned milf. "Wish we could have gotten to milf Jacqui when she was in that clinic. It'd be nice to have a remote slave inside with milfhunter them milf to get you data."

He wondered hunter. When he'd taken Tabitha he'd been dealing milfhunter with the immediacy of her milf. The unseen Carol, up milf in the chopper as it milf lifted, piqued his interest later. As he milf went through milf his new slave's thoughts milfhunter, he'd milf seen something milfhunter beyond milf even milfhunter Tabitha in this other girl, who'd assigned her to that suicide post. Tabitha milfhunter had been the hunter champion milf who volunteered milf to stay and milf be lost--but Carol was milfhunter her milf steelhearted liege lady who accepted and hunter blessed her friend's sacrifice, for the greater good, and may milfhunter well have been making milf herself look out from the helicopter at what she'd done milf. Until taught otherwise, Tabitha had worshipped milfhunter her.

His junior milf partner, Bellows, looked irritated. He was looking for bimbos, not princesses milf, and while he could clearly already see milf Jordan in whatever setting he usually put girls, he realized a whore with milf a milfhunter vibe like Tabitha might actually put off hunter johns milf. The faction that wouldn't mind at milf all milf nailing a princess to the mattress was an unpredictable minority, and most of them milf couldn't afford this milf kind of quality, anyway. Bellows was going for the soft-in-the-middle crowd that had money but milf no milf balls, and milfhunter while a girl like milf Jordan would suit milf them, Tabitha would milf blow milfhunter their minds before she got hunter a chance to blow anything else.

She turned elegantly, managing to keep part of her attention fixed on Karlsen. "Yes, Mr Decker milf?"

Too polite milfhunter and canny to smile, he recalled seeing the girls practice for this. They'd done milfhunter it for two hours under hypnosis. Tabitha had used the pendant Jordan milf had been conditioned to, programmed milf her, and then put herself under milf as Decker had trained her milfhunter. Then milfhunter they stripped, over and over. It had been erotic, then milf strange milfhunter, then funny, to watch here the frozen segment of foreplay repeated endlessly, perfectly.

All for this milf moment, and it had milfhunter captured the buyers. The girls dreamily gazed at each others milf' chests milf and then turned back milf to beam at Karlsen and Bellows, who couldn't help but feel flattered. They milf wanted to milf see the two slaves milf get it on, and imagined the slaves did too here but were more interested in two such hunter studly men.

Wide-eyed milf, Jordan shook her hunter head, her milf gaze still milfhunter trapped in infinity and incidentally intersecting Bellows. Decker here caught Karlsen's glance, and they shared a smile it wasn't necessary milf to show milfhunter their distracted colleague.

Decker heard the maddening little voice in their heads before he saw the first silent alarm. As he looked milf at the floorplan on the screen to see where milf the girls were coming, the nightmarish conceit occurred to him that Normandy milf Swords milf was the voice milf in milf their heads, that the milf pop diva was in milfhunter fact a wily controller hunter from way back and was sending legions of mindless, subliminally milf enslaved milfhunter fans against him.

He milfhunter sincerely hoped their knots were tight. It was a long way to fall and a hard street to land on.

Decker wanted to meet Carol. An here old part of him secretly wanted to meet her before he entered her mind for that once-for-all ravishing, but it was asking too much to have milf the here advantage milf as milfhunter thoroughly as when he here'd captured Tabitha at the helipad.

No. Tabitha milf had surrendered. Never be complacent. If memory softens, realtime milfhunter sight may slip, too.

She looked milf eager. "Maybe Carol's with them." She saw his skepticism here, or milf perhaps felt it . "Not the main group, Master, but hunter here, somewhere."

Decker chose the milf second of the prepared suites and milfhunter glanced each way to milfhunter see the corridor empty as he opened the door milf and slipped in milf. Tabitha closed the door quickly after him.

None of milfhunter them knew.

Something. One of the girls had a memory fragment, and he focused on it. She moaned milf in pain, and milf he stopped himself and milfhunter soothed her until she milf lay there purring. It was milfhunter nothing milfhunter, and drew no recognition from Tabitha when he passed it back: a chessboard at milf endgame milfhunter, a well-protected White king, a second Black queen standing at the milf far end, a manicured hand over it.

It was still in her milf purse and she hadn't moved.

"Master, she didn't program me to let you take me. I'm not milfhunter a Trojan milf horse or a pawn about to change . I milf'm your willing obedient slave.

Still . She might be a useful foil for milfhunter something he wanted to try. The hotel turned milfhunter a blind milf eye milf to what he did with junior staff, as long as he wasn't carrying them off like towels. Also, with the blown minds he'd be dealing with, touching and using someone whose thoughts weren't etched by the milfhunter flaring lights and invasive sound would be like a chaser to drink in relief.

Yes, Master. I'll handle it. He milfhunter paused, seeing through milf her mind. The girl faced Tabitha in the milf quiet hallway, perhaps aware that he held every room milf on milf this floor, that she was either alone or worse here. He tried reaching through to her milf thoughts, but not having enslaved her yet he lacked milf access. He wondered if she knew how badly her milfhunter friends were faring, that some of them here were already at the point of crawling to him for milfhunter the privilege of going here after her if they knew.

He saw recognition in her eyes as she milf caught Tabitha's. They must have pictures of Tabitha, consider her milf some horrible fusion of martyr and archdemon. He rifled Tabitha's mind and milfhunter found no equivalent knowledge of this girl: a new recruit milf since her taking, then, not mourning Tabitha as a lost friend but fearing her even more.

Decker almost laughed out milf loud at her suggestibility milfhunter, wondering how here docile she'd milf be just on the suggestion that she'd milf been dosed with a will here-destroying drug. She obviously believed it.

She sprinted away from Tabitha, and Tabitha silently begged milf orders. He thought milf of the floorplan. Follow her fast. Locked rooms and an milf electrical milfhunter closet that way. He started walking quickly down the hall to where they were.

She'd just sent all her milf friends, her troops, into what she milf must have known would hunter be a trap, sprung his snares, and somehow gotten milf past here Duke and the rest of his people. Or had they gotten past milfhunter her? Had here she already been holed up milf here in milf the hotel since milf before they'd even arrived--waiting milfhunter?

Carol, the steelhearted queen, had milf never killed anyone, up milf close or otherwise. Had never looked milf into the milf eye she was going to shoot through, felt the milfhunter breath she was about to stop forever.

Ready to die, he had little doubt, and admired her.

Decker decided to trip her. He sent milf the image of the chessboard, the new Black queen, and let her wonder why milf.

She reached for the ocean, and for a milf moment its size, and power, and blank empty infinity seemed to overbalance him.

. . . "Relax"?

His milfhunter organization had held together.

Duke had shown milf his wisdom milf in the end here, deputizing the cleverest and then just looming over them milf to keep them honest. He'd milf been the one to come to hunter the hospital every milf day.

When Decker had milf snarled at them about a funeral for Tabitha and milfhunter they stayed away, afraid of what he'd milfhunter do milfhunter with his mind under painkillers, it was Duke who'd promised, and it was hunter Duke who'd brought the urn to him. Duke had said something awkward and dense, and he'd been glad Duke was there.

He made them wear tight vinyl milf and chains for a while and love it, but that did no milf good. Neither did making them hate it.