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 Little Amazons, sworn to each other. He'd laughed, but they were more than their gear, after all, and they hadn blonde't done badly, for amateurs. Not back blondeteen then tiffany, and not in the times they'd come at him since.
 He looked at Tabitha, remembered her facing him on the helipad after blonde she'd held him and his blondeteen people off with about neat three-round bursts, as her friends made their escape from the school blonde in one of blondeteen his choppers with thirty of his livestock drugged blondeteen on board. He never knew if she would blondeteen have tiffany teen been able to fire tiffany teen the blonde last round (she'd been counting blondeteen them blonde, for god's sake) into her own teen head, because he reached blondeteen into her mind and stopped blonde her blondeteen. But he'd felt the faint pressure as her mind tried, and he'd only felt girls fight that hard to escape--not to finish killing themselves.
 In the receding beat of the teen rotors blonde, telling Duke not to blonde let anyone try to shoot blonde it blonde down, he looked into his new captive and saw not the blondeteen slightest trace blondeteen of fantasy-submission or slutness of any variety blondeteen. Tabitha blonde was looking at spending the rest blonde of tiffany teen her blondeteen life as a conditioned tiffany teen sex slave with disgust and tiffany teen terror and blondeteen not even thinking she'd tiffany teen be blonde taught to enjoy it. Ballsy enough tiffany to risk it anyway, so her friends blonde could rescue the others teen and get away.
 "Just thinking outta the box, Cap," he'd said the first time tiffany teen they saw blonde a newsgroup immortalizing Decker's alias, after Duke's little concept with the twins blonde who just loved each other had gone over big. A fuck-video staple, come to blondeteen glorious life as teen Decker's new blonde signature.
 Decker tiffany got up to change for dinner. There were a blondeteen couple of new blonde buyers who still blonde didn't tiffany teen quite understand the scope tiffany of what applied blonde mind control brought teen to the white-slave trade, and the established clients who vouched teen for them needed to show off their access to blonde him.
 They charmed the buyers, who weren't used to slaves who spoke better than they did and seemed to blondeteen think more clearly.
 Bellows looked nervous at the display blonde, but he teen looked at Tabitha's chest, too. Then he blinked, realizing blondeteen what he'd blonde seen and how naturally she'd teen done it.
 "But now that you have an blonde idea about the method blonde, would you find it tiffany teen worthwhile to inspect a few blonde more from the herd?"
 Karlsen smiled and blonde nodded. Decker could see blonde that he would get over this blonde quickly, distracted as he blonde was by his greater passion for the profit that Jordan and a covey tiffany teen of girls just as skilled--and utterly obedient--as she was teen would generate for whoever owned them. His brain about was already visibly turning over.
 They were alone in the suite. He'd given blondeteen Jordan to Bellows on the spot as blonde a sweetener, and he knew the contact who'd set blondeteen up the meeting blonde at tiffany teen dinner had teased Bellows with what a girl who'd been in Decker's hands would do for her master. Could do, even. Her long blowjob under the table had ended at the limit of his endurance, not hers.
 No. It didn't feel right.
 He tiffany watched the intruders slacken. He sent two teen of the slaves to resecure the windows they'd broken through, and the slaves stepped blonde absently around their twitching teen would-be rescuers to obey the imperative in their minds. Nothing else happened. One girl blonde, sitting open-mouthed and teen drooling under one of blonde the windows, must have been outside watching their blondeteen back blonde, and made the mistake of peering blonde in blonde to see what the noise was.
 He surveyed the minds of the new girls blondeteen as they collapsed to the floor or stopped moving more than spasmodically. He sent blondeteen one of the slaves to deactivate the brainwashing system for this room. No one had tiffany teen held out--not surprising at this setting. He was blonde pleased to find several of teen them blonde had climaxed at the feeling of their minds being pried blonde open blonde and stunned from inside blonde, and reached into the mind of each blonde girl in that blonde susceptible group, reviving the memory and welding it blonde forever tiffany teen to his voice blonde: "Obey." In the silence after the stimulators were tiffany teen shut off, he listened to the delightful harmony of their weak but ardent blondeteen cries, and the whimpers of the ones not yet conquered.
 "Master, she didn't program me tiffany teen to let you blondeteen take me blonde. I'm not a Trojan horse or tiffany teen a pawn about to blonde change. I'm your willing obedient slave.
 He licked his lips. Colder and smarter blonde even than Tabitha. He was going to love the blonde mindfuck.
 "You might tiffany teen as well relax," Tabitha told her victim with frightening calm. "That topical hypnotic will be shutting down your volitional centers in about--how much blondeteen are you? about 100, 110 blondeteen?--forty seconds. Then Master will be here."
 Yes blonde, Master. Tabitha swept down to the blondeteen turning, and he felt her sudden tension between caution and his command. He teen chose for her blonde.
 He found the turn and looked for whatever empty room the girl had fled to blonde. He found blonde Tabitha at blondeteen the electrical blonde closet instead, in front blondeteen of its open door. Her blonde face was white and she blonde shook, and when he looked into her mind he saw blonde that only his control was keeping her quiet and tiffany upright. Part of her was begging to blonde be blonde allowed to phase out, to be released from her enhanced slave awareness and clarity blonde, but Decker saw that blondeteen Tabitha was fighting that, staying a slave blonde and as ready blonde as she could be to serve him.
 Her mind had blonde shown it to him tiffany teen already but Decker blondeteen stepped beside her and looked.
 She took blonde it in and looked back along the gun in her left hand. He blondeteen paid tiffany attention: it was an old .45 tiffany teen automatic, squarish and inelegant blonde and very effective-looking blonde, at full cock with no sign blonde of the hammer visible behind the slide. Maybe her father's, or just bought somewhere. He saw her grimly practicing for hours, weeks blonde, every day for a year.
 Why wasn teen't she shooting?
 Carol, the steelhearted queen, had never killed tiffany teen anyone blondeteen, up blondeteen close or otherwise teen. Had never looked into the eye blonde she was going to shoot through, felt blonde the breath blonde she was teen about to stop forever.
 Carol teen fought him, her whole being resisting him. Her right about hand tiffany teen was in her pocket, gripping blonde something, and he tiffany wondered what teen she blonde had tiffany teen in there. In a few moments blonde he could tiffany teen simply know.
 She faltered.
 He pounced.
 Lower the gun. She fought blondeteen, but she was in a daze now, and she was just blonde pushing blondeteen effort blindly.
 Relax. Decker stepped aside blonde, and the gun teen didn't follow, though her eyes tiffany, glazing and frantic, tried to.
 Relax blonde. Relax. Relax.
 It was blondeteen hard to tell where the music stopped blonde, his command began, and her mind had started to whisper teen its own obedience.
 Take out teen . . . the other gun, her blondeteen mind chanted blondeteen in cadence with the about song, and he blonde felt the first warm moist blondeteen flood of affirmative blonde submission. Her hand started to move. In her mind, he blonde saw the hand reach down to the Black blonde queen tiffany--and replace it with a pawn. All backward; pawns were queened, not queens reduced. Had she blonde foreseen blondeteen her own defeat? Erased teen it from tiffany everyone else tiffany?
 6 blonde.
 He thought about Carol. He thought about the way her mind blondeteen had felt tiffany teen, the ecstasy blonde when teen she'd finally blondeteen--relaxed blonde. It had lodged in his own tiffany mind when teen hers had stopped, that about eerie joy, and he was circling the question whenever blondeteen there was blonde nothing else to think about. Often blonde.
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