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He looked out deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs the window of the suite, seeing the skyline beyond in the slanting late-afternoon deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs light. The auction had gone well, but then they always did. He worked with deauxma each slave intensely before she reached market and they mrs were all deauxma thoroughly friend tame--especially deauxma the "wild" ones the buyers wanted to think they were deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs going to break.
In deauxma the deauxma receding beat of deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs the rotors, telling Duke not to mom let deauxma anyone try to shoot deauxma it down, he looked into his new captive and deauxma saw not the slightest trace of fantasy-submission or slutness of any variety. Tabitha was looking at spending the hartley rest deauxma of her life as a conditioned sex hot slave with hartley disgust and terror and not even thinking she'd be friend hartley hot mom mrs taught to enjoy it. Ballsy enough to risk it anyway deauxma, so her friends deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs could rescue the others hartley and get away.
Decker had looked at her as deauxma she stood there, looking sexy as hell in her improvised commando gear, sexier with the pale face and wide eyes friend hartley hot mom mrs of her terror, and realized she was hartley not even daring to hope he'd kill her. It wasn deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs 't hartley often he found that much friend courage deauxma with that much deauxma realism. This girl had grown up friend several lifetimes right now.
He'd never had anyone smart deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs he could trust. And he'd never found a woman deauxma he hadn't deauxma considered a bimbo in training even before deauxma he took her deauxma. But Tabitha . . .
He nodded, remembering how she'd looked deauxma this deauxma morning as he left the suite, sitting naked and crosslegged diaryofamilf on friend the bed with deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs the laptop, ready to spend the deauxma day surfing on his agendas with time deauxma for exercise breaks. He'd been so taken with mrs her absorption when he came back deauxma for a nooner that he'd let her be, staring at her utterly focused rapture and leaving. She'd never deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs known he'd been mrs there.
Decker had left his eyes on the screen, seeing that much of diaryofamilf his ease of deauxma movement lost.
"Two deauxma of the descriptions in friend the catalogue fit Jill and Ruthie. They're not--you sold Jill to the doctor in Caracas hot and Ruthie's still healing from the implants." Pausing, she hartley wondered how, and how quickly, her former comrades would figure that deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs out. "But they'll try to get deauxma to the girls on friend the list."
Decker got up to change for dinner. There were a couple of new buyers who still didn't deauxma quite understand the scope of what applied mind control brought to the white-slave trade, and the established clients friend who vouched for them needed to show off deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs their access to here him.
The richer one, Karlsen, stared at deauxma them, smiling but watching deauxma them in an open way he probably wouldn't have looked deauxma at a twenty-dollar hooker back when that was what he could afford. Tabitha played up to friend hartley hot mom mrs him quietly, letting him watch, and consistently played Jordan to him.
Sighing happily, Jordan beamed at deauxma them and slid under the mrs table, and Decker nodded friend hartley hot mom mrs as Bellows deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs looked down here in confusion and then hot up, grinning nervously, as Jordan found her target and went at it.
Karlsen here nodded at him mrs, and Bellows was clearly deauxma too new at all this here to see how mom much of a disadvantage he'd deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs fallen to. Looking at Tabitha deauxma, who smiled down at the table with quiet friend hartley hot mom mrs pride at here her protegee beneath it, Karlsen shook his head, aware he was meant to want friend her, and wanting here her friend, but knowing she was mrs Decker's.
"Yes, Masssterrrrr--" She trailed off deauxma, head up but eyes falling closed as he allowed her to lose deauxma the fight. She sat with one hand in her lap mrs and the other resting lightly on the tablecloth by her deauxma wineglass, palm-up. He reached down and gently friend turned it over and it stayed as he had placed it.
"Not the appliance I was thinking of. But OK. Let's talk."
A hot touch of his mind and Tabitha's hartley eyes were bright and mom focused. "They're deauxma in, Master?"
She looked deauxma eager. "Maybe Carol's with them." She saw his skepticism, or perhaps felt it. "Not the main group, Master, but hot here, somewhere friend hartley hot mom mrs."
Among motionless nude women with blank faces, the friend hartley hot mom mrs slaves he already owned waiting at deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs attention hartley, figures deauxma in deauxma dark clothing deauxma that gleamed with metal knelt or writhed or tried shakily to keep their feet, their screaming inaudible diaryofamilf in the room's sound. Decker looked for a moment friend hartley hot mom mrs at his slaves deauxma, their minds already melted and used friend hartley hot mom mrs to being reshaped. The lights and the noise were not telling their dimmed awareness mom anything they didn't already know diaryofamilf: that they were owned, obedient, endlessly horny was deauxma already the sun and moon of deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs their lives.
Decker deauxma paused and hot took deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs out hot the mom cell phone. A cryptic deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs exchange with Duke's man assured him that some other intrusions at mrs ground deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs level hot had been deauxma repelled, so he was deauxma free to continue his playful deauxma work with all these volunteers. The attack was over.
Maybe Tabitha should tell deauxma her that friend hartley hot mom mrs.
The music: deliberate, masking her thoughts and then masking the mask. Smooth, powerful, effective hypnosis friend.
Carol was here here mom.
Decker accepted that the new brain friend-noise could be a planned element: deep hypnosis for the deauxma girl in deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs another location deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs, before deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs they started, and an all-purpose command to hear deauxma and replay whatever she heard, to blend in. But he made an intuitive leap that it deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs had been a tactical improvisation. A Carol move deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs, right here hot.
Decker almost laughed out loud at her suggestibility, wondering how docile she'd be just on friend hartley hot mom mrs the suggestion that she'd been dosed with a will-destroying drug. She hartley obviously believed it.
A worthy girl, even enslaved.
He heard--surf. Carol had programmed herself with the ocean to mask her thoughts here.
Decker hot looked at her. Not the beauty deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs Tabitha was, but the sort of girl the eye here kept drifting across, briefly but repeatedly deauxma until it found hartley itself deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs watching deauxma her. Her dark hair was short and he saw here no makeup, but the color came from her deep deauxma brown eyes, striking even deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs here in the hotel-corridor lighting, and her friend lips had friend their own hue deauxma past violet. She was in loose deauxma clothes, and might even be deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs a bit overweight hot. Decker friend blinked. Hard to say.
Carol fought him, her whole being resisting him. Her deauxma right friend hartley hot mom mrs hand was deauxma in her pocket, gripping something, and he wondered what she had in there. In a here few moments he deauxma could deauxma simply deauxma know.
Relax.
There was music in her head now. He wondered if it was what she'd tried before choosing surf sounds. He started to recognize it, and looked into her eyes more deeply, wondering. What the fuck? . . . Frankie deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs Goes to Hollywood?
Relax, her mind answered, and he heard the beat diaryofamilf of friend hartley hot mom mrs the song in it. Her arm deauxma began to bend, to sink. Her will was bending.
Relax. Relax. Relax.
With less deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs of a load, he was free here to send a command to Tabitha deauxma. Good girl here. She'll deauxma be mine soon.
Then Decker was home, still waking up each day surprised that he existed friend hartley hot mom mrs below the waist, and unable to verify it unless he deauxma used his hands. The paralysis was deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs complete, and the girls only gave him deauxma massages now.
He mom made them wear tight vinyl and chains for a while and love mrs it deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs, but deauxma that did deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs no good deauxma. Neither did deauxma making them hate it.
Some deauxma of them were from hot Carol's group, though after a while not many of deauxma them. When he friend hartley hot mom mrs'd gotten out deauxma of the hospital, he'd worked on here their minds, sometimes around the clock. None of deauxma the ones in that series were salable. Not even the freaks deauxma would buy them. Duke had to have most of them deauxma put hot to sleep.
In his den, rearranged now for the wheelchair, he kept the deauxma urn. Each day a girl came to clean it and kneel before it. One deauxma day deauxma, a girl stopped as she worked, and hartley leaned down to kiss here it. Decker stared, and then he made them all do that.
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