 "They're still using that pop bimbo's music oldgay to make their thoughts hard to read." It was one of the memories he'd locked away in Tabitha, reviewed when he'd taken and turned her. The girls old she'd been with had let that teacher of old theirs gay hypnotize old them to help them focus and to learn tricks like gay teen boy this annoyingly effective crap old with old Normandy old Swords old, or old whatever her sprightly little movie name was teen. Part of the little commando thing they'd surprised his outfit with when he'd movie swept down gay on their tony little private oldgay school. Didn't hurt that they were mostly well-off gay, and able gay to buy the arsenal and all the fancy equipment.
 Now he let boy the movie sharp mind that lived to serve him boy process that. He added, "There gay's a traditionalist, though boy. Someone likes those British girls gay instead. I get a different signal from her."
 In the receding beat oldgay of the rotors, telling Duke not to let anyone old try to shoot it down, he looked oldgay into his new captive and saw oldgay not the slightest trace of fantasy-submission or slutness of any variety. Tabitha gay teen boy was old looking boy at movie spending the rest of her life as a conditioned gay teen boy sex slave with disgust and terror and not even thinking she'd be taught to enjoy it. Ballsy enough movie to risk oldgay it anyway, so old her friends could rescue the others and gay teen boy get away.
 "Think about being in a box, compadre," he gay teen boy told Duke. "Next time old you have oldgay an idea."
 "I old think they're going oldgay to try to rescue someone, Master." In the present, Tabitha was giving him her mind, as old lithe gay and strong as gay teen boy her body and as old utterly at his disposal. He listened old.
 He looked back at her. She was as fulfilled just staying there on her knees in the gathering dark as she would be old deep-throating old him or riding him in bed.
 They charmed the buyers, who weren oldgay't used to slaves who spoke better than boy they did and seemed oldgay to think more clearly.
 The old richer one teen, Karlsen, stared at them, smiling but watching them in an open way he probably wouldn't have looked at a movie twenty-dollar hooker back when that movie was what he could afford. Tabitha played up to him quietly, letting him watch, and consistently played Jordan to him.
 His junior partner, Bellows, looked irritated movie. He was looking for bimbos, not princesses old, and old while oldgay he could clearly already see Jordan old in whatever setting he usually put oldgay girls, he realized a whore with a vibe old like Tabitha might actually put off johns. The faction old that wouldn't old mind at teen all old nailing a princess to the mattress was gay teen boy an unpredictable minority, and most of them couldn't afford this kind of quality, anyway. Bellows was going for the soft teen-in-the-middle crowd old that had money but no balls, and while a girl like Jordan would suit them, Tabitha would blow their minds oldgay before she teen got boy a chance to blow anything else old.
 Tabitha didn gay't look like she'd be a demanding sort of girl. Decker watched and enjoyed old as her programming, even as she fought to keep focused old on marketing Jordan, made her own gay slave-awareness resonate to Karlsen old's unconscious cues and turned her behavior gay teen boy into a harem slave with geisha training. Freed of his old vicinity or under command by old Decker, she'd gay teen boy be back to normal, but for old now she was gay teen boy submissively under Karlsen's spell and falling gay deeper, and gay teen boy he was only just starting to gay get old it.
 This was business old. Decker meditated on a oldgay mushroom until it told his palate what old he wanted oldgay to teen know, then gay swallowed, took wine, and settled back.
 "Tabitha? Take Jordan's top off, too." Jordan held still as Tabitha reached oldgay up and old undid her, freeing another gay pair of breasts innocent of oldgay any support. As she did it old they made indefinable soft sounds, helpful and girlish and almost too quiet old to hear oldgay, and Decker heard boy both oldgay men boy's breathing change.
 "Well, Jordan." Her tone was warmly reproving gay. "You've been teasing our guest. But you're not a tease, are teen you?"
 "I'm a prostitute," Jordan declared with quiet determination, sounding even younger than the ex-schoolgirl she was.
 3 teen.
 He smiled. That would old have been fun.
 They were taking a while, and old he decided it wasn't funk. Not with these girls. A technical problem with something oldgay they had. He closed his eyes and pictured old the malfunctioning gadget, the silent curse, the thing set quietly out of the way while someone pulled out something old-fashioned, the prybar or the knife, to old use instead of the broken old tech-toy.
 He remembered they were women, and gay saw the tool lifted to soft lips movie in gay a smooth face, and kissed for luck.
 Decker admired oldgay them as lesser Tabithas oldgay, wondered if he could make a palace guard of them old. They were, in old the end old, still just gay amateurs, but old they were good: the lack that distinguished and handicapped an amateur wasn't old skill oldgay but focus. He old knew they'd lose that, at the proper time.
 Decker chose the old second of the prepared suites and gay teen boy glanced each way to see the corridor empty as he opened gay teen boy the door and slipped teen in. Tabitha closed the door quickly after old him.
 Among motionless nude women with old blank faces, the slaves he already owned waiting at attention, figures in dark clothing old that gleamed with gay teen boy metal knelt or writhed or tried shakily teen to keep old their feet old, their screaming inaudible in the room's sound. Decker looked for a gay teen boy moment old at gay his old slaves boy, their minds already melted and used to being reshaped. The old lights and the noise were not telling their dimmed awareness anything they didn't oldgay already know old: that they were owned oldgay, obedient, endlessly horny was already boy the sun and moon of old their lives.
 Without selves to lose oldgay. they were immune.
 He smiled and old passed that thought to Tabitha, and he knew oldgay she smiled too. Yes, Master oldgay. She's old good gay teen boy. He felt something in oldgay her old then which he'd gay learned to associate with a smile that turned gay her pretty face into that of an utterly corrupted oldgay angel. But then, so were boy they. She licked old her teen lips oldgay loudly enough for him to boy hear.
 A diversion, then? For what? There wasn't anything here but the oldgay slave old inventory to interfere with.
 A voice, talking, repeating. The girl's mind blotted it out old. Someone--Carol?--had boy hypnotized her and taught her to forget it. There was a plan boy, and Carol had protected it. Why was old the chess image important gay? Why was the teen hostile king--Decker old?--playing White? Schoolgirl political correctness?
 He thought about a newly-crowned queen in gay teen boy the eighth rank, after pawns were old given up, and turned to look deeply into Tabitha's eyes as she oldgay stood there old behind old him movie, her purse heavy old with the gun he made her carry oldgay.
 Yes, Master. I'll old handle gay it. He paused, seeing through her mind teen. The girl old faced Tabitha gay teen boy in the quiet old hallway, perhaps aware that gay he held every room on old this floor gay teen boy, that old she was either gay alone old or worse here teen. He tried reaching through to her gay thoughts, but oldgay not having enslaved her yet he lacked access. He old wondered if oldgay she knew how badly her friends were faring, that some gay of them gay were already at the point of crawling to him for the gay teen boy privilege of old going after gay teen boy her if they knew.
 The "concierge" would be helpful old. Hold her, he thought. In Tabitha's mind he saw her oldgay tense to run old.
 The old girl old in the boy concierge's uniform oldgay lay against the plywood back wall old, her face tear-streaked and almost composed old but oldgay starting to contort old with her last pain. Her hand still gripped the pocketknife. Blood oldgay . . .
 He looked at her eyes first, even before the gun. Neither eyes nor gun wavered, until she cut her gaze over. The closet door stood out into the hall between old her teen and the dead girl teen, but she oldgay could see the splayed legs, the stain still scarlet around them and wide. The way the droplets had flown and landed gay.
 Decker looked at her. Not the beauty Tabitha was, but old the sort of girl the eye oldgay kept drifting across, briefly but repeatedly until oldgay it found oldgay itself watching her. Her dark oldgay hair was short and he saw no makeup, but the color came from gay her deep brown oldgay eyes, striking old even here oldgay in the hotel old-corridor gay teen boy lighting, and her lips had teen their own gay teen boy hue past violet. She was in loose clothes, and might even old be a bit overweight. Decker blinked. Hard to say.
 He got a visual, too. This mental shore wasn't a tropical beach, but a rocky coastline under a gunmetal gay teen boy winter sky. Part of him was wondering whether this girl was gay teen boy some reincarnated enemy of his from old an old old war.
 No. This was what some people turned into when they were afraid old enough gay teen boy.
 Ready to old die, he old had little doubt, and admired her.
 The ocean rolled and hissed around him, and he found Carol's will accessible boy but obscured. He old froze teen her oldgay trigger finger, but her arm stayed up and teen the gun stayed on him. Tabitha was oldgay docile gay, and he'd old have to break concentration to command her to take oldgay the other girl, which he movie couldn't afford just now. Well enough. He shouldn't have to depend on his slave for help with this.
 Relax.
 Lower the gun old. She old fought, but she was in a daze now, and she was just pushing effort blindly.
 Relax. Decker stepped aside, and the gun didn't follow, though her eyes, glazing and frantic, tried to.
 The other gun, he sent to Carol. She gay repeated it blankly in old her captive thoughts, against the old beat of Relax. Take out the other gun.
 Relax. She obeyed, blissful at last with a joy that stunned him. Relax. "Yes . . ."
 The old unexpected impact oldgay of Tabitha pushing him old hard to the side, getting in front of him old.
 Then, seeing it reduced to gay teen boy an oldgay effect, he made them stop.
 Had she finally yielded to him, obeying, forgetting old about the explosives she gay'd strapped to herself?
 Or old . . . was she triumphant because her insane plan had gay teen boy worked, and she'd pitted old herself against his mind deliberately to oldgay use her own crumbling will--as the detonator?
 How ruthless was Carol, exactly?
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