 Morbidly girl, Decker wondered how the other girlgirllatina 99% lived, what life was like for girlgirllatina the girl guy who had to ask for it girl. Pay a hooker (and who knew where it had been?) Inveigle the wife, beg the girlfriend, maybe fork over girlgirllatina a lot of cash and latina time and attention--and then face the fishwich when she demanded payback girl.
 In the receding beat of the rotors, telling Duke not girl to let anyone try to shoot it down, he looked into his new captive black latina and saw not girlgirllatina the girlgirllatina slightest trace of fantasy-submission or slutness of any variety. Tabitha was looking black at spending girl the black rest of girlgirllatina her life as free a conditioned sex slave with disgust and girl terror and not even thinking she'd be taught to enjoy it girl. Ballsy enough to risk it anyway girl, so her friends girl could rescue the girl others black latina and get away.
 But she'd been free working hard. "I looked at what they were girl saying about price and hinting about quality. There was the usual talk girl about whether girl you 'd bring another free sister act."
 "Think about being in girl a box, compadre," he told Duke. "Next time you girl have an idea."
 "Carol knows that, Master." Tabitha looked even girl more girl pensive. "She'll black latina come up with something, though." She smiled. "Maybe she'll reprogram them all to play the elevator girlgirllatina music here in the hotel."
 Decker got up to change for dinner. There were a couple of new buyers who still didn't quite understand the scope of what applied mind control brought girl to the white-slave trade, and the established clients who vouched girl for them needed to show off their access to him.
 "Strip to the waist."
 Too polite and canny to smile, he recalled seeing the girls practice for this black. They'd done it for two girl hours under hypnosis. Tabitha girlgirllatina had used the pendant girl Jordan had been girl conditioned girl to, programmed her free, and then put herself girl under as Decker had girlgirllatina trained her latina. Then they black stripped, over and over. It had girl been erotic girlgirllatina, then strange, then funny, to watch the frozen segment of foreplay repeated endlessly, perfectly girl.
 Sighing happily, Jordan beamed at them and slid under the table, and Decker nodded girl as Bellows looked down in confusion and then up, grinning nervously, as Jordan found her target and went girl at it.
 "Tabbycat?" he said.
 "Yes, Masssterrrrr--" She trailed off, head up but eyes falling closed as he allowed her to lose the fight. She sat with one latina hand in her lap and the other girl resting lightly on the tablecloth by her free wineglass girl, palm girl-up. He reached down and gently turned it over and it stayed as latina he had placed it.
 "Not black the appliance I was thinking of. But OK. Let's talk."
 3.
 Tabitha stared into space, standing by the door. She'd called girl it black correctly, earlier, when they were planning the evening. She'd known one free of girl the girls had learned mountaineering and trained the others, and the best of girl her girlgirllatina second-degree pupils were the ones coming girl down now from the roof level. They'd gotten girl there black latina by helicopter--one had settled over an open section of the roof girl without landing while girlgirllatina they'd been at latina dinner and girlgirllatina departed in seconds, too quickly to challenge, and he supposed the girls had piled out with their gear in a well-drilled offload. Now, after waiting for dark, they'd emerged from hiding up there and started down to him.
 Decker wanted to meet Carol girl. An girl old part black of him secretly wanted to meet her before he entered her mind for that once girl-for girlgirllatina-all ravishing, but girl it was asking too much to girl have girl the advantage as thoroughly as when he'd captured Tabitha at the girl helipad girlgirllatina.
 Decker admired them as lesser Tabithas, wondered if he could make a palace guard of them. They were black, in latina the end girlgirllatina, still just amateurs, but they were good: the lack that distinguished and handicapped an amateur wasn't skill but girl focus. He latina knew they'd lose that girlgirllatina, at the proper time.
 A black latina touch of his mind and Tabitha's eyes were bright girl and focused. "They're in, Master?"
 She looked eager. "Maybe Carol girl's with girl them girl." She saw his skepticism, or perhaps felt it. "Not the main group, Master, but here, somewhere."
 Locking the computer, he walked around the desk to the door. Tabitha stood poised, still lovely in latina the jumpsuit, her handbag hefted with the gun discreetly inside, and she black latina followed him out girlgirllatina and down the hall girl like a black wingman.
 A voice, talking, repeating. The girl's mind latina blotted it out. Someone black latina--Carol?--had hypnotized her and taught her to forget it. There was a plan, and Carol had protected it. Why was the girl chess latina image important? Why was the girl hostile king--Decker?--playing White? Schoolgirl political correctness?
 He thought about a newly-crowned queen in the girl eighth rank, after girlgirllatina pawns were given up, and turned to look deeply into Tabitha's eyes as she stood there behind him, her purse girlgirllatina heavy with the gun he made her carry.
 "Master, she didn't program me to let you black latina take me girl. I'm not a Trojan horse or girl a pawn about to change. I'm your willing obedient slave.
 Mentally and physically she shook girl her head. "I don't know, Master. The Carol I knew girlgirllatina might come up girlgirllatina with an idea like that, as an idea, but girl she wouldn black latina't think she was a good girl enough hypnotist to pull it girl off."
 Neither could he, but he black tried to keep his mind open. He led Tabitha out after activating the next girl set of commands in the girl slaves in the room girl. They girl went to the closets and drawers to get the girl bindings and drugs to begin preparing deeper enslavement for the women who'd come to rescue them from mind-slavery.
 Maybe Tabitha should tell her that.
 The "concierge" would be helpful. Hold her, he thought. In girl Tabitha's girlgirllatina mind he saw her tense to run.
 He disengaged from her thoughts free and concentrated on getting through the corridors, wondering if any of Carol's other soldiers had infiltrated in hotel uniforms, but the floor seemed deserted. If he saw anyone they'd be on the carpet under a girl SLEEP command black latina right then.
 A worthy girl, even girlgirllatina enslaved.
 The black girl in the concierge's uniform lay against the plywood back wall black latina, her black latina face girl tear-streaked and almost composed but starting to contort girlgirllatina with her last pain. Her girlgirllatina hand still latina gripped the pocketknife. Blood . . .
 Decker girl looked at her girl. She'd free thought she had forty seconds of free will girl left latina, and this was what girl she'd done with it.
 How ruthless was Carol? He probed gently for guilt, like a wire-inlet, the tiniest chink black latina through which he girl could reach into to her mind and slowly, slowly disable her from shooting girl, running, disobeying, thinking black . . .
 Ready to latina die, he latina had little doubt, and admired girl her.
 . . . "Relax"?
 Take girlgirllatina out . . . the other latina gun girl, her mind chanted in cadence with black latina the song, and he felt the first girl warm moist flood of girl affirmative submission. Her hand girl started girlgirllatina to move. In her mind, he saw girl the hand reach down girlgirllatina to girl the Black queen--and girl replace it with a pawn. All backward latina; pawns were queened, not queens latina reduced. Had she foreseen her own defeat? Erased free it latina from everyone else?
 He heard girl the girl click of the dead-man switch opening but not the bomb when it girlgirllatina
 He thought girlgirllatina about Carol girl. He thought about the way her girlgirllatina mind had felt, the ecstasy girl when she girl'd finally--relaxed girl. It had lodged in his own mind when hers had black stopped, that eerie joy, and he free was circling the question whenever there was nothing girl else to think about. Often.
 Or . . . was she triumphant because her insane plan had worked, and she girl'd pitted girl herself against his mind deliberately to use her own crumbling girl will--as the detonator?
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