Morbidly, Decker wondered how the other 99% lived, what bigtitpatrol life was like for the big guy who had to ask bigtitpatrol for it. Pay a hooker (and who knew where it had been?) Inveigle the wife, beg the girlfriend, maybe fork over a lot of cash and time bigtitpatrol and big attention--and then face the fishwich when she demanded payback.
Maybe they were bigtitpatrol just losers, Decker bigtitpatrol thought. Payback might be big a bigtitpatrol bitch, but there were no big bitches in big Decker's world .
In the receding beat of the rotors, telling Duke not to let anyone try to bigtitpatrol shoot bigtitpatrol it down, he looked into his new captive and saw not the slightest trace of fantasy-submission bigtitpatrol or slutness of any variety. Tabitha was looking at spending the rest of her life as a conditioned sex slave with tit disgust and terror and not even thinking she big'd be taught to enjoy it big. Ballsy big enough to risk it anyway, so her friends could rescue big the others patrol and get away.
It almost made bigtitpatrol him bigtitpatrol sad.
But he tit took her free will and selfhood instead, and all that warrior spirit was his, now. Tabitha was a devoted guard as well as his 24/7 concubine, and she was a smarter sounding board for plans than most of the big goon tit squad big he'd acquired over the years.
His junior partner, Bellows, looked irritated. He was looking for bimbos, not princesses, and while he could clearly already see Jordan in whatever setting he usually put girls, he realized a whore with a vibe like Tabitha might bigtitpatrol actually put patrol off johns. The faction that wouldn't mind at all nailing a princess to the mattress was an unpredictable minority, and video most of them couldn't afford this big kind of quality, anyway video. Bellows was going for the soft-in-the-middle crowd that had money but no tit balls patrol, and while a girl like Jordan would suit them, Tabitha would blow their minds before she got a chance to big blow anything else.
This big was business. Decker meditated on a mushroom until it told his palate what he wanted to know, then swallowed tit, took wine, and settled back.
"Yes, Masssterrrrr--" She trailed off, head up tit but eyes falling closed as bigtitpatrol he allowed her to lose the fight. She sat with one hand in big her lap and the other resting lightly on the tablecloth by her wineglass, palm bigtitpatrol-up. He reached down and gently turned it over and it stayed as he had placed it tit.
"But now that you have an idea about big the method, would you find it worthwhile to inspect a few more from the herd big?"
Decker heard the maddening little voice bigtitpatrol in their heads before he saw the first silent alarm. As he looked at the floorplan on the screen to see where the girls were coming, the nightmarish patrol conceit occurred video to him that Normandy Swords was the voice in their heads big, that the pop diva was in big fact a wily controller from way back and was sending legions bigtitpatrol of mindless, subliminally enslaved fans against him big.
He smiled. That would video have been fun.
They were alone in big the suite. He'd given Jordan to Bellows on big the big spot as a sweetener, and he knew the contact who'd set up big the big meeting at dinner had teased Bellows with tit 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 bigtitpatrol the limit of his endurance, not hers.
He remembered they big were women, and saw the tool lifted to soft lips in a smooth face, and kissed for big luck.
Decker admired them as big lesser big Tabithas, wondered if he could make a palace big guard big of big them. They were, in big the end, still just amateurs, but they were good: the lack big that distinguished and handicapped an amateur wasn't skill but focus. He patrol knew they'd lose that , at the proper time.
Behind him tit, he knew Tabitha was alert big and excited, her bigtitpatrol mind immunized by his personal training, avidly video watching her old big comrades being broken before her eyes by her big master's subliminals.
None of them big knew.
"I can't tell you," she was saying. Someone asked the inevitable bigtitpatrol question, and she said, "Well--no. Not knowing won't protect you at all." She laughed and they laughed big with her. There was nothing more, no hints. The only plan they bigtitpatrol'd spoken of was the bigtitpatrol one that had just ended in big the beginning of slavery patrol for them all, right big here.
No, Master bigtitpatrol. Tabitha's conviction was deep, as close as her thoughts came to the absolute certainty of bigtitpatrol her slavery to big him. She big'd never think of that. He felt Tabitha's brief, hot confusion as she wished big in her twisted big retrospect that she had, and betrayed video her friends to him before.
A diversion, then? For what? There wasn't anything here but the slave bigtitpatrol inventory to interfere with.
4.
In video the hall on the way to the next suite of quivering new video postulants, already anticipating the maddened whispers of obedience in their big manhandled big psyches, he passed a hotel employee patrol, neat in her skirt, in the blazer of the concierge staff. Young, perhaps a management trainee. Already schooled big to ignore the antics of big wealthy guests, perhaps not even wanting to know what happened behind those doors.
Tabitha went to fetch her.
He saw recognition in her video eyes big as she caught Tabitha's. They must big have big pictures of Tabitha, consider her some horrible fusion big of martyr and archdemon . He rifled Tabitha's mind bigtitpatrol and found no equivalent knowledge of this girl: a new tit recruit since her taking, then, not big mourning big Tabitha as a lost friend but fearing her big even more.
The music: deliberate, masking her thoughts and then masking the mask. Smooth big, powerful, effective hypnosis.
He licked his lips. Colder big and big smarter even than Tabitha. He big was going to love the mindfuck.
Even before Tabitha gasped, he big felt someone video else come up behind big them. He turned.
He listened to her mind.
He heard--surf. Carol had programmed herself with the ocean to mask her thoughts.
Carol, the steelhearted queen, had bigtitpatrol never killed anyone, up bigtitpatrol close or otherwise . Had never looked into the eye she was going to shoot through, felt the breath she was about to stop forever big.
He reached into her.
He pounced.
She fought. Her body started to shake.
Maybe her subconscious was trying to defect.
Another patrol square automatic, but not big a design he . . .
In his den , rearranged now for bigtitpatrol the wheelchair, he kept the urn. Each day big a girl came to clean it and kneel before it. One day, a girl stopped as she bigtitpatrol worked, and leaned down to big kiss it big. Decker stared , and then he made them all do that.
Had she finally yielded to him, obeying, forgetting about the explosives she big'd strapped to big herself?
How ruthless was Carol, exactly?
Sometimes, he thought Which was it, you fucking patrol cold-blooded big--?
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