He'd worked on Tabitha for months and seventeen she could remember hotteengirls-clubseventeen that time now without teen the teen slightest trace hot of affection for her ex-friends.

In the receding beat of the rotors, telling Duke not to let anyone try to shoot it down hotteengirls-clubseventeen, he looked into his new captive and saw not the slightest trace of fantasy-submission or slutness of any variety. Tabitha was looking at spending the rest hotteengirls-clubseventeen of her life as a conditioned about sex slave with disgust hot and terror and not teen even thinking girls she'd be taught to teen enjoy it. Ballsy enough to risk it hot anyway, so her friends could rescue the club others and get away.

He'd never had cute anyone smart he cute could trust. And he'd hotteengirls-clubseventeen never found a woman about he hadn't considered a bimbo in training even before he hot took her. But Tabitha . . .

"Carol knows that club, Master." Tabitha looked even club cute seventeen more pensive hot. "She club'll come up with something, though." She smiled girls. "Maybe she'll girls reprogram them all to play the elevator music here in the hotel."

Decker girls got up club cute seventeen to change for dinner. There were a couple of new buyers who still didn girls't quite understand the scope of what applied mind control brought to the white-slave trade, and the established clients who vouched for them needed to hot show off their cute access to him.

He cute looked back at her. She was as fulfilled just staying there on her knees in the gathering dark teen as she would be deep-throating hotteengirls-clubseventeen him or riding him in bed.

Decker liked this hotel not least because it had a decent kitchen, and he could entertain without leaving. The dining room had private hotteengirls-clubseventeen booths toward the center of the room, and he was shown to the one he usually hotteengirls-clubseventeen liked, seeing the little seventeen signs that showed Duke and Duke's seventeen minions hot on the staff had seventeen checked it for bugs, bombs, and anything else.

They charmed the buyers, who weren hot't used to club cute seventeen slaves who spoke better than they teen did and seemed to think more clearly.

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

Tabitha didn't look like she'd be seventeen a demanding sort of girl. Decker watched and enjoyed as her programming, even as she fought to keep focused on marketing Jordan, made teen her own slave-awareness resonate to Karlsen's unconscious cues and turned her behavior into a harem slave teen with geisha training. Freed teen of his vicinity or under command by Decker, she'd be back to normal seventeen, but for now she was submissively under Karlsen teen's spell and falling hot deeper, and hotteengirls-clubseventeen he was only just starting to girls get it.

Tabitha wouldn't demand her man have balls. He'd just end teen up feeling they weren't big hotteengirls-clubseventeen enough.

"Well, Jordan." Her tone was warmly reproving. "You've been teasing our guest. But hotteengirls-clubseventeen you're not a tease, are hotteengirls-clubseventeen you?"

"What are you, Jordan?"

Karlsen teen nodded at cute him, and hotteengirls-clubseventeen Bellows was clearly too new about at all hot this to see how much of a disadvantage he'd fallen to. Looking at Tabitha, who smiled down at the table with teen quiet hot pride at her protegee beneath it, Karlsen shook his head club cute seventeen, aware he was meant to want her, and wanting her, but knowing she was Decker's.

They girls tried to girls make conversation, but Jordan's concentration on her task precluded Bellows' on anything much, and Karlsen was having a hard hotteengirls-clubseventeen time keeping seventeen up hot with the hot way Tabitha's breasts swayed hotteengirls-clubseventeen gently as she kept hot speaking calmly--even though her nipples were cute pushing out of her aureoles hotteengirls-clubseventeen like desperate little hot antennae teen. That, too, was mind control, he was realizing hot as Decker watched him. Not just the other teen girl's utterly focused fellatio to the just girls-met master, but this one club cute seventeen's ability to cute function highly club aroused because she'd been told to.

Master?" she breathed, fighting to hot keep her head up hotteengirls-clubseventeen, her gaze on him.

3.

So far hot they'd set off hot the motion hot detectors on the ledge as their bodies blocked the brisk airflow. The south side tends to club unexpected gusts girls, ladies. Watch yourselves. I want about you all.

He waited, giving them time to choose hotteengirls-clubseventeen an entrance girls. He club presumed they knew the floorplan, had teen enough access to the hotel's systems to deduce which hot suites seventeen he held on hotteengirls-clubseventeen this floor, and could figure out the best place teen among those to keep some of his inventory. Tabitha, who seemed to club be getting turned seventeen on at the thought of helping him take her friends, had suggested more precise hotteengirls-clubseventeen bait, and came up with some quite clever not-quite hot-clues to hint which rooms seventeen the girls who might be Ruthie and Jill were waiting 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."

No hot. Tabitha had surrendered. Never be hotteengirls-clubseventeen complacent. If memory about softens, realtime sight may seventeen slip, too.

He seventeen hoped so. They'd earned that, at hot least.

Decker teen admired them as lesser about Tabithas, wondered if he could make a palace guard of them. They were, in the end, still just amateurs, but they were good: the hot lack cute that distinguished and handicapped an amateur wasn hot't skill hot but focus hot. He knew they cute'd lose that, at the proper time.

He tried hot to see Carol sitting in a room hot elsewhere in the hotel, or on a lonely perch on teen the roof, waiting it seventeen out.

Locking the computer, he seventeen walked around the desk to the door. Tabitha stood poised, still lovely in the jumpsuit, her handbag hefted with the club gun discreetly inside, and she followed hot him out and down teen the hall cute like a wingman.

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

Without selves to hotteengirls-clubseventeen lose. they were immune.

Behind him, he knew Tabitha was alert and club excited, her club cute seventeen mind teen immunized by his hotteengirls-clubseventeen personal training hot, avidly hot watching her old comrades being teen broken before her eyes by her master's subliminals.

He surveyed hot the minds of the new girls as they collapsed seventeen to the seventeen floor about or stopped moving hotteengirls-clubseventeen more than spasmodically. He sent one of the hot slaves to deactivate hot the brainwashing system for this room hot. No one had seventeen held out--not surprising at this setting. He was pleased to find several of them hot had climaxed hot at the feeling of their minds being pried open and stunned hotteengirls-clubseventeen from inside, and reached teen into the mind about of each girl in that susceptible group teen, reviving the memory and welding seventeen it forever hot to his hotteengirls-clubseventeen voice: "Obey." In the cute silence hot after the stimulators were shut off, he listened to the delightful harmony of their about weak but ardent cries hotteengirls-clubseventeen, and about the whimpers of hotteengirls-clubseventeen the ones not yet conquered.

He sifted. Carol? Where is Carol?

Decker considered. He reached into one hot of the weaker girls, her mind already hot learning his touch girls, making her mew seventeen aloud with pleasure, and searched. There hotteengirls-clubseventeen was Carol teen, looking at them.

"But if you wish I can teen die now." He hot felt her mind hotteengirls-clubseventeen open itself, wait. Tremble club cute seventeen and still itself cute.

Wait hotteengirls-clubseventeen. Music in her head--but he smiled: it was the elevator theme hotteengirls-clubseventeen, muted and hot tasteful. Probably drove the poor girl insane as seventeen she fetched and carried. He thought of cute playing with her, but with his club cute seventeen new catch flopping hot on the floor of two more suites here . . .

Master. The hot concierge seventeen girl. She's--

Yes, Master. Thank you. She seventeen knew she was worth more to him than a hysterical captive.

Even before hot Tabitha gasped, he felt someone seventeen else come hot up behind them club. He turned.

He listened to her mind.

But--not ready to kill.

There was music in her club cute seventeen head club cute seventeen now cute. He wondered if cute it was hot what she'd tried hot before choosing club cute seventeen surf sounds. He started to recognize it, and looked into her eyes more deeply, wondering. What the fuck club cute seventeen? . . . Frankie Goes to Hollywood?

He about heard the click of the dead-man switch opening but not the bomb when it

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

How seventeen ruthless was Carol, exactly?