In her head deauxma he heard not deauxma my friends they deauxma hate Master diaryofamilf i hate them must make them obey or die but she only deauxma nodded. He diaryofamilf'd taught deauxma her that truth but didn' t need to hear it deauxma recited all the time deauxma.

"They're still using deauxma diaryofamilf that pop bimbo's music to make their deauxma diaryofamilf thoughts hard to read deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs." It image was one of the deauxma memories he diaryofamilf'd diaryofamilf locked away in Tabitha, reviewed when deauxma he'd taken and diaryofamilf turned her deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs. The girls she'd been with had deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs let that teacher of theirs hypnotize them to help them focus and to learn tricks like this annoyingly deauxma effective crap deauxma diaryofamilf with Normandy Swords, or whatever her sprightly little name was diaryofamilf. Part deauxma of the little commando thing deauxma they'd deauxma surprised his outfit with deauxma when deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs he'd swept down image on their tony little private diaryofamilf school. Didn't deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs hurt that they were image mostly well-off, and able to buy the arsenal and all the mrs fancy equipment.

But he took her free deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs will and selfhood instead, and all that warrior spirit was his, now. Tabitha deauxma was a devoted guard as well as his 24/7 concubine, and she was deauxma a smarter sounding deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs board for plans than most of deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs the goon squad he'd acquired over the years.

She frowned. "Wish we could have deauxma diaryofamilf gotten to Jacqui when deauxma she was in deauxma that clinic. It'd be nice deauxma to deauxma have deauxma a remote slave inside with them mrs to get you data."

Decker grinned deauxma at her. "She's not that ruthless deauxma diaryofamilf, is she mrs?"

Tabitha closed her eyes suddenly and sighed. He looked out deauxma diaryofamilf the window again. "I know. I'm just not wanting it diaryofamilf right now."

Tabitha's ex-schoolmate and now deauxma pupil Jordan, about to deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs graduate from her own extensive training, followed them, looking in her minidress both approachable and eminently fuckable deauxma diaryofamilf.

"Strip to the waist deauxma."

All for this moment, and it had captured the buyers deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs. The girls dreamily gazed at each others' chests diaryofamilf and then turned back to beam at Karlsen and Bellows, who couldn't help but feel flattered. They wanted to see the mrs two slaves get deauxma it on, and deauxma imagined the slaves did too but were more interested in two such studly men mrs.

"Well, Jordan." Her tone was warmly reproving. "You mrs've been deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs teasing our guest image. But you're not a deauxma tease, are you?"

"Sleep until diaryofamilf I deauxma wake you."

Decker knew he image'd impressed Karlsen, too, and that deauxma Karlsen respected the deauxma fact deauxma that Bellows had lost a power exchange he hadn deauxma't even appreciated he was in.

A touch of deauxma his deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs mind and Tabitha's deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs eyes were bright and deauxma focused. "They're diaryofamilf in, Master deauxma?"

Decker deauxma chose the second of the prepared deauxma suites and glanced each way to see the corridor empty as he opened the door and slipped deauxma in. Tabitha closed the door diaryofamilf quickly after him deauxma.

Behind him, he knew Tabitha was alert and excited, her mind immunized by his personal training, avidly watching her old comrades being broken before her eyes by her master's subliminals.

He watched the intruders slacken. He sent two deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs of the slaves deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs to resecure the windows they'd broken diaryofamilf through, and the slaves stepped absently around their twitching image would-be rescuers to obey the imperative in their minds deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs. Nothing else happened. One girl, sitting open-mouthed and drooling deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs under deauxma one diaryofamilf of the windows, must have been outside watching mrs their back, and made the mistake of peering in to see deauxma what deauxma the noise was.

None of them knew.

Yes, Master image. I'll handle it. He paused, seeing through her mind deauxma diaryofamilf. The girl faced Tabitha in the quiet hallway, perhaps aware that he held every room on this floor, that she was either alone or worse here. He deauxma tried reaching through to her thoughts deauxma, but not having enslaved her yet he deauxma diaryofamilf lacked access. He wondered if she knew deauxma how badly her friends were faring, that some of them were already at deauxma the point of crawling to mrs him for the privilege of deauxma diaryofamilf going after her if they knew.

Decker accepted that deauxma the deauxma new brain-noise could be a planned element: deep hypnosis for the girl in another location deauxma, before they started, and deauxma diaryofamilf an all deauxma-purpose command mrs to deauxma hear and replay deauxma whatever she heard, to blend in. But he made an intuitive leap that it had been a tactical improvisation. A Carol move, right here.

She'd cut deep and completely severed her carotid artery, and she'd already deauxma bled out. Her eyes stared past the circuit deauxma diaryofamilf breaker box above her deauxma.

He wondered image whether Tabitha remembered the last moments of her own freedom, when she'd image tried to shoot herself, but he found no trace of that in his slave's deauxma thoughts.

No. This was what some people turned into when they were deauxma diaryofamilf afraid deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs enough.

Carol, the diaryofamilf steelhearted queen, had never deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs killed anyone, up close or otherwise. Had never looked into the eye she was going to deauxma diaryofamilf shoot through, felt the breath image she was deauxma diaryofamilf about to stop forever.

Carol's deauxma eyes deauxma drifted aside mrs, to deauxma Tabitha, who stood deauxma calmly now, knowing her Master was deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs in control. Carol looked deauxma diaryofamilf at diaryofamilf her friend, and he saw her pupils dilate. He waited deauxma for the deauxma . . .

The ocean rolled and hissed around him, and he deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs found Carol's will accessible but deauxma obscured. He mrs froze her trigger finger, but her arm stayed up deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs and the gun stayed on deauxma him. Tabitha was docile, and he'd have to break concentration to command her to take the other girl, which he deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs couldn mrs't afford just deauxma now. Well enough. He shouldn't have to depend on his slave for help with this deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs.

There was music in her head now deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs. He wondered if it deauxma was diaryofamilf what she'd tried before choosing surf sounds. He started to mrs recognize it, and mrs looked into her eyes deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs more deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs deeply, wondering. What the fuck? . . . Frankie Goes to deauxma Hollywood?

His slave sighed happily in his mind, grateful to be deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs able to move again, but gladder for her Master's gain.

The deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs other gun, he sent deauxma to Carol. She mrs repeated it blankly in her captive thoughts, against the beat of Relax. Take out the other gun deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs.

Saw the wire. Saw something shift under the loose clothing. Not overweight.

Relax deauxma diaryofamilf. She obeyed deauxma, blissful at last with deauxma diaryofamilf a joy that stunned deauxma him. Relax. "Yes deauxma . . ."

Duke had shown his wisdom in the end mrs, deputizing the deauxma cleverest and then just looming over them to deauxma keep them honest diaryofamilf. He'd been the one to come to the hospital every deauxma diaryofamilf day.

He couldn't think about Tabitha, and so he gnawed away at the quandary and hated Carol for that instead.

Sometimes, he thought Which deauxma was it, you fucking cold-blooded--?

But there were no deauxma bitches deauxma in Decker's deauxmadiaryofamilfmrs world.