 The girl sucking off Decker did something new with her gay tongue. More by habitual courtesy than for any other reason, he grunted in acknowledgement. He was too preoccupied to enjoy gay it, really.
 It was always good for her.
 He'd worked on Tabitha for join months and gay she could remember gay that time now without the slightest trace gaystory of affection for her ex-friends.
 Decker gay admired gay anyone who took it all seriously. It depressed him that only these gay fucking schoolgirls, victims in any gay proper universe, got the idea. He gay accepted gay the fact that he gay'd created join them, he and people gay like him who gay cock'd done so much and join frightened so many with mind control in recent years gay. But gaystory these women had risen to it.
 He'd never had anyone smart he could trust. And he gay'd never found gay a woman he hadn't considered a bimbo in training even before he took gay her gay. But Tabitha . . .
 Duke had gay been very gay quiet after that. But the gay damage was done--and gaystory frustratingly hard to gauge.
 Tabitha grinned back and shook her gay head. "No one's that ruthless, Master."
 By his side gay, Tabitha was exquisite in a satin jumpsuit gay just loose enough to be chic, and looked gay like an unapproachably sleek young woman instead of gay cock simply an unaffordably fuckable one. She trailed gay him to the dining gay room, and he liked how her poise was as disorienting as her winsome good looks. He couldn't tell how much of it was "original" Tabitha who'd held the helipad alone gay, and how much the new and improved Tabitha, tamed gay cock and focused.
 "I'm a prostitute," Jordan declared with quiet determination, sounding even younger gay than the ex cock-schoolgirl she was.
 Decker finished his mushrooms without gay haste gay, dabbed his mouth and emptied his glass. Bellows was gay showing enough sense gaystory to mute gay his gay cock grunting as cock Jordan kept him on the gay edge, something else gay she'd trained for gay hours at gay a gay time to do and gay be very good at. He gay was starting to look worried, and a bit at a loss as to what to do about it.
 Tabitha stared into space, standing by the gay door. She gaystory'd called it 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-degree pupils were the ones coming down now from the roof gay level. They'd gotten there gay by gay helicopter--one had settled gay cock over an open section of the roof without landing while they'd been at dinner gaystory and gay departed in seconds, too quickly to challenge, and he gay supposed gay the girls had story piled out with their gear gay in a well-drilled gay offload gay. Now, after waiting for dark, they'd emerged from hiding up gay there and started down to him.
 They were taking a while gay, and he decided it wasn't funk. Not with these girls. A technical gay problem gaystory with something they had. He gay cock closed his gay eyes and pictured the malfunctioning gadget, the silent curse gay, the thing set quietly out of the gay way join while someone gaystory pulled gay out something old-fashioned, the prybar or the knife, to use instead of the gay broken tech-toy join.
 The entry alarms came on like a chandelier on the computer screen as the girls invaded his rented gaystory domain simultaneously. He imagined the taut, black-clad gay bodies floating gracefully in the windows gay, deploying into the studied rooms like dancers gay hitting their gay marks.
 He tried to see Carol sitting in a room elsewhere gaystory in the hotel, or on gay a lonely perch gay on the roof, waiting it out.
 Decker cock considered. He reached into join one story of cock the weaker girls, her mind already learning his touch, making her mew aloud with pleasure, and searched. There join was Carol, looking at gay them.
 A gay strange thought came then, and he passed it to Tabitha: this was Carol gay 's plan, her join way of applying to gay work for him, perhaps. Giving him her gay friends.
 A diversion, then? For what? There wasn't anything here but the slave gay inventory to interfere with.
 4.
 He gaystory stared at her, looked into her. "No, Tabitha. I gaystory know you." He smiled at her relief and let her see gay it gaystory. "But gay is that how she might really think?"
 Mentally and physically she shook her head. "I gaystory don't know, Master. The Carol I knew might come up with gay cock an idea like that gay, as an gay idea, but she wouldn't think she was gay cock a gay good enough hypnotist to pull it off."
 In the gaystory hall on the way to the next suite of gaystory quivering new postulants, already gay anticipating gay the maddened whispers of obedience in gay their manhandled psyches, he passed a hotel employee, neat in her skirt, in the blazer gay cock of gay the concierge staff. Young, perhaps a management gay trainee. Already schooled to ignore the antics of wealthy guests, perhaps gaystory not even gay cock wanting to know what happened behind gay cock those doors.
Decker accepted that the new brain-noise could be a planned element: deep hypnosis gay for the girl in another location, before they started, and an all-purpose command to hear and replay whatever she gay heard, to blend in. But he made gay an gay intuitive leap that it had been a tactical improvisation. A gay Carol move, right gay here.
 Careful, Tabby. He pursed his lips. Gun out, but gay only if join she's armed.
 Yes, Master. Thank you. She knew she gaystory was worth more to him gay than a hysterical captive.
 She took gay it in and looked back gay cock along the gun in her left hand. He paid attention gay: it was an old .45 automatic, squarish and inelegant and very gaystory effective-looking, at full cock with no sign of the hammer visible behind the slide. Maybe her father's, or just bought join somewhere. He saw her grimly practicing for hours, weeks gaystory, every day for a year.
 Why wasn't she shooting?
 With the gun on him he honestly didn't know if slamming a command join into her gay brain would just spasm her, tense that hand gay, and slam the gay big soft lead slug gay through cock his own.
 He listened to her mind.
 He heard--surf. Carol had programmed herself with the ocean to gay cock mask gay her thoughts.
 All to story distract gay cock him, so she could get close enough to shoot him dead.
 No. This was gaystory what some people turned into gay when gay they were afraid enough.
 Tears. There.
 He pounced.
 Carol sighed and her eyelids drooped before she hauled them up. He reached into the cold dark ocean and found gay her bright warmth.
 The other gun, he sent to Carol. She repeated it gay blankly in gay her captive thoughts, against the beat gay of Relax. Take gay out the other gun.
 He made them wear tight vinyl gay and chains for a while gay and love gay it gay, but that did no good. Neither did making them hate it gay.
 Decker gay would never know.
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