 He'd worked fuckspy on Tabitha for fuck months and she could remember that fuck hot time now without the slightest trace of fuck affection for fuckspy her ex-friends.
 He'd never fuck had fuck anyone smart he could spy trust. And he'd never found a woman he hadn pictures't considered a fuck bimbo in training pictures even before he took her fuck. But Tabitha . . .
 Decker nodded, groaning inwardly fuck. Duke's idea three years ago fuck, his move fuck hot toward being fuck "innovative" in "marketing fuck." White slavery was an old business, and it liked old values--decent product prepped fuck right fuckspy. Gimmicks were for fuckspy amateurs. Which Duke was, with anything fuck other than an fuck Uzi or a fuck cattle prod.
 Decker had left fuckspy his eyes fuck on the screen, seeing that much of his ease of movement fuck lost.
 "Two fuckspy of the fuck descriptions in the fuck hot catalogue fit fuck Jill and Ruthie. They're not--you sold Jill to the doctor in fuck Caracas and Ruthie's still healing from the implants." Pausing, she wondered how, and how quickly, her former fuck hot comrades would figure fuckspy that out. "But they'll try fuck to get to the girls on fuckspy the list."
 Maybe she really was that ruthless.
 By his side, Tabitha was exquisite in a fuck satin jumpsuit just loose enough to be fuckspy chic, and looked like an unapproachably fuck hot sleek young woman instead of simply an fuck unaffordably fuckable fuck one. She trailed him to the dining hot room, and fuck he liked how her poise fuck was as disorienting as her winsome fuck good looks. He couldn't tell how much of it was "original" Tabitha who'd held the helipad fuck alone, and how much the new and improved Tabitha, tamed fuckspy and focused fuck hot.
 Tabitha didn't look like fuck she'd fuck be a demanding sort of girl. Decker watched and enjoyed as her programming, even as she fought to keep fuck focused on marketing Jordan, made her own slave fuck-awareness resonate to Karlsen's unconscious cues and fuck turned her behavior into a harem slave with fuck geisha training. Freed of his vicinity or under fuckspy command by Decker fuck, she'd be back to fuck normal fuck, but for now she was submissively under Karlsen's spell and falling deeper, and he was only fuck just starting to get it.
 She fuck was bright-eyed and erect again, ready to serve. "I'll need you to fuck play close attention," he told fuck her, and she nodded earnestly, biz-school from eyes to neck and fuck harem fuck hot girl southward from there.
 3.
 Tabitha stared into pictures space fuck, standing by the door. She'd called it correctly, earlier, when they were planning the fuck evening. She fuck'd known one of the girls had learned mountaineering and trained the others, and the best of her second-degree pupils were the fuckspy ones coming down spy now from the roof level. They'd gotten there by helicopter--one had settled over an open section of the pictures roof fuck without landing while they fuck'd been fuck hot at dinner and departed in seconds, too quickly to challenge, and he supposed the girls had fuck hot piled out with their spy gear in a fuck hot well-drilled offload. Now, after fuck waiting for dark, they'd emerged from hiding up there and started down hot to him.
 So far fuck hot they'd set off the motion detectors on fuckspy the ledge fuck as their bodies blocked the brisk airflow. The south side tends to unexpected gusts pictures, ladies. Watch yourselves. I want you all.
 They were fuckspy alone in the suite. He'd given fuck Jordan to fuckspy Bellows on the spot as a sweetener, and fuckspy he knew the contact fuck hot who'd set up the meeting at dinner had teased Bellows with fuck what spy a girl who'd been in Decker's hands would do for fuckspy her master. Could do, even. Her long blowjob under fuck the table had ended at the limit of his endurance, not fuck hers.
 Decker knew he'd impressed Karlsen, too, and that Karlsen respected the fact that Bellows had lost a power hot exchange he fuck hadn't even appreciated he was in spy.
 So many irons in the fire. A slaver fuck's work was never done fuck hot. Decker hot watched the alarm indicators trip over with deft speed, as the girls found fuck their way to each of the possible entries and paused. He waited like an audience, appreciating fuck their skill. He breathed, silently fuck hot tracking their timing, the singing in their heads just noise now. He couldn fuckspy't read past fuckspy that noise, but he knew the fear they must feel now, about to fuck go fuck in. Did they also know the exhilaration spy?
 A touch of his mind and Tabitha's eyes were bright and focused. "They're in, Master?"
 He tried to see Carol sitting pictures in a room elsewhere in the hotel, or on a lonely perch on fuck the roof, waiting it out.
 Without selves to lose. they were immune.
 A voice, talking, repeating. The girl's mind blotted it out fuck. Someone--Carol?--had hypnotized her and taught her to forget it fuckspy. There was a fuck plan, and Carol had protected it fuck. Why was the chess image important? Why was the fuck hostile king--Decker?--playing White? Schoolgirl fuck political correctness?
 It was still fuck in her purse and she hadn't fuck moved.
 Her mind pulsed. She'd figured fuck it out fuckspy, from just his posture spy and the logic of what fuck they both knew. She spoke aloud over the soft sounds of the conquered fuck girls on the floor.
 He stared at her, looked into her. "No, Tabitha. I know you." He smiled at her relief fuck and let her see it. "But fuck hot is that how she fuck hot might really fuckspy think?"
 Wait. Music in her head--but he smiled fuckspy: it was the elevator theme, muted and fuck tasteful. Probably drove the poor girl insane as she fetched and fuck hot carried. He thought fuck of playing with her, but with fuck his new catch flopping fuck on the floor of two more suites here fuck . . .
 Decker accepted that fuck the new brain-noise could be a planned fuck element: deep hypnosis for the girl fuckspy in another fuck location, before they started, and an all-purpose command to hear and replay whatever she heard, to blend in. But fuck hot he made an intuitive leap that it had been a tactical improvisation. A fuck Carol move, right here.
 Yes, Master fuck. Tabitha swept down to the turning, and fuck he felt her sudden tension between caution and his command. He chose for her fuck.
 She'd cut deep fuck and completely severed fuck hot her carotid artery, and fuck she'd pictures already bled out. Her eyes stared past the circuit breaker box fuck above her.
 But--not ready to kill.
 The fuck ocean rolled and hissed around him, and he found Carol's will accessible fuckspy but obscured. He froze her fuckspy trigger finger spy, but her spy arm stayed up and the gun stayed on him fuck. Tabitha was docile, and he'd have to break concentration to command her to take the other girl, which he couldn't afford just now. Well spy enough. He shouldn't have to hot depend on his fuck slave for help with this fuckspy.
 She fuck faltered.
 She fought spy. Her body started fuck to shake.
 Carol sighed and her eyelids drooped before she hauled them up. He reached into fuck the cold dark ocean and fuck hot found her bright warmth.
 Relax.
 There was music in fuckspy her fuck head now. He wondered if it was what she fuck'd tried before fuckspy choosing surf sounds. He started to fuck recognize it, and looked into her eyes more deeply fuck hot, wondering. What the fuck? . . . Frankie Goes to Hollywood?
 Lower the gun. She fuck fought fuck, but she pictures was in a daze now, and she pictures was just pushing effort blindly.
 Relax, her mind answered, and he heard fuck the beat of the song in it fuck. Her arm began to bend, to sink. Her will was fuck hot bending.
 She was crying fuck now, and groaning fuck quietly fuck behind closed lips. She was fuck just resisting, perhaps pictures no fuck longer fuck even sure why hot.
 It was hard to tell where the music fuck stopped, his command began, and her mind had started to whisper its own obedience.
 Saw the wire. Saw something shift under the loose clothing pictures. Not overweight.
 Relax. She obeyed, blissful at last with a joy that stunned him. Relax. "Yes . . ."
 When Decker fuck had snarled at pictures them about a fuck funeral for Tabitha fuckspy and they stayed away, afraid of what he'd fuck do with his mind under painkillers, it was Duke who'd promised, and fuck it was Duke who'd brought the urn to him. Duke had said something awkward fuckspy and dense fuckspy, and he fuck hot'd been glad fuck Duke was there.
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