 He looked down at lipsticklesbo Tabitha's lustrous winter-wheat cascade of hair between his legs, enjoying its lipsticklesbo delicate movement. The brain under that mane belonged to lipsticklesbo him completely, and sometimes he liked to have her tell him so lipsticklesbo, but the point was that this blowjob wasn't wasted. He could stop her now lipsticklesbo and pick it up later and she'd have the same enthusiasm.
 He lipsticklesbo flicked a thought at Tabitha, and she smoothly slid her mouth off his cock, licking off the precome she'd coaxed pictures out already lipsticklesbo and cleaning it with delicate tongue strokes. And they think we don't like cats. She replaced him in his pants and lipsticklesbo redid his fly lipsticklesbo, settling back on her lipsticklesbo heels and looking up at him with her usual bright expression lipsticklesbo.
 "They're still using that pop lipsticklesbo bimbo's music to make their thoughts lipsticklesbo hard to read lipsticklesbo." It was lipsticklesbo one of the memories he'd lipsticklesbo locked away in Tabitha, reviewed when he'd lipsticklesbo taken and turned lipsticklesbo her lipsticklesbo. The lipsticklesbo girls she'd been with had let that teacher of theirs hypnotize them to help them focus and to learn tricks like this annoyingly lipsticklesbo effective crap lipsticklesbo with Normandy Swords, or lipsticklesbo whatever her sprightly little name was. Part of the little lipsticklesbo commando pictures thing they'd surprised his outfit with lipsticklesbo when he'd swept down on their tony little private school. Didn't hurt that they were mostly well lipsticklesbo-off, and able to buy the lipsticklesbo arsenal and all the fancy equipment.
 Little Amazons, sworn to each other lipsticklesbo. He lipsticklesbo'd pictures laughed, but they were more than their gear, after all lipsticklesbo, and they hadn't done badly, for amateurs. Not back then, and not in lipsticklesbo the times they'd come at him since.
 Now he let the sharp lipsticklesbo mind that lived to serve him pictures process that. He added, "There's a traditionalist, though. Someone likes those British girls instead. I get lipsticklesbo a lipsticklesbo different signal from her."
 Decker admired anyone who took it all seriously lipsticklesbo. It depressed him that only lipsticklesbo these fucking schoolgirls , victims in any lipsticklesbo proper lipsticklesbo universe, got the idea. He accepted the fact that lipsticklesbo he'd lipsticklesbo created lipsticklesbo them, he and people like him who'd done so much and lipsticklesbo frightened so lipsticklesbo many with mind control in recent years. But these women had risen to it.
 He lipsticklesbo looked at Tabitha, remembered her facing him on the helipad lipsticklesbo after lipsticklesbo she'd held him and his people off with neat three -round bursts, as her friends made their escape from the school in one of his choppers with thirty of pictures his livestock lipsticklesbo drugged on board. He never knew lipsticklesbo if she would have been able to fire the last round (she'd lipsticklesbo been counting them, for lipsticklesbo god's sake lipsticklesbo) into her own head lipsticklesbo, because he reached into her mind lipsticklesbo and stopped her. But he'd felt the faint pressure as her mind tried, and lipsticklesbo he'd only felt girls fight that lipsticklesbo hard to escape--not to finish killing themselves.
 "Just thinking outta lipsticklesbo the box lipsticklesbo, Cap lipsticklesbo," he'd said the first time they saw a lipsticklesbo newsgroup immortalizing Decker's lipsticklesbo alias, after Duke's little pictures concept pictures with the lipsticklesbo twins who just lipsticklesbo loved each other had gone over big. A fuck-video staple, come to lipsticklesbo glorious life as Decker's lipsticklesbo new signature.
 Tabitha grinned back lipsticklesbo and shook her head. "No one's that ruthless, Master."
 She knelt and waited lipsticklesbo.
 He looked back lipsticklesbo at her. She lipsticklesbo was as fulfilled lipsticklesbo just staying lipsticklesbo there on her knees in the gathering dark as she would be deep-throating him or riding him in bed lipsticklesbo.
 2.
 Decker liked this hotel not least because it had a decent kitchen, and pictures he could entertain lipsticklesbo without leaving. The dining room had private booths lipsticklesbo toward the center of the room, and he was shown to the one he lipsticklesbo usually liked, seeing the little signs that showed Duke and Duke's minions on the staff had lipsticklesbo checked it for bugs, bombs lipsticklesbo, and lipsticklesbo anything else.
 Tabitha lipsticklesbo didn't look lipsticklesbo like she'd be lipsticklesbo a demanding lipsticklesbo sort of girl. Decker watched and enjoyed as her programming, even as she fought to keep focused on marketing lipsticklesbo Jordan, made her lipsticklesbo own slave lipsticklesbo-awareness resonate to Karlsen's unconscious cues and turned her behavior into a lipsticklesbo harem lipsticklesbo slave with geisha training lipsticklesbo. Freed of his vicinity or under command by Decker, she 'd be back to lipsticklesbo normal, but for now lipsticklesbo she was lipsticklesbo submissively lipsticklesbo under lipsticklesbo Karlsen's lipsticklesbo spell and falling pictures deeper, and he was only just starting lipsticklesbo to get it.
 Tabitha wouldn lipsticklesbo't lipsticklesbo demand lipsticklesbo her man lipsticklesbo have lipsticklesbo balls lipsticklesbo. He lipsticklesbo'd just end up feeling they lipsticklesbo weren't lipsticklesbo big lipsticklesbo enough.
 She turned elegantly, managing to keep lipsticklesbo part of her attention fixed on Karlsen. "Yes lipsticklesbo, Mr Decker?"
 Leaving him to melt lipsticklesbo in Jordan's mouth, Decker turned to Karlsen. "I think pictures we lipsticklesbo know where that particular merchandise lipsticklesbo is probably going.
 Decker heard the maddening little voice lipsticklesbo in their heads before he saw the first silent alarm. As lipsticklesbo he looked at the floorplan on the lipsticklesbo screen to see where the girls were coming, the lipsticklesbo nightmarish conceit occurred to him that lipsticklesbo Normandy lipsticklesbo Swords was the voice in their lipsticklesbo heads, that the pop diva lipsticklesbo was in lipsticklesbo fact a wily controller from way back and was sending lipsticklesbo legions of mindless, subliminally enslaved lipsticklesbo fans against lipsticklesbo him.
 He smiled. That would have been fun.
 Decker pictures considered. He reached into one of the lipsticklesbo weaker girls, her mind lipsticklesbo already lipsticklesbo learning his touch, making her mew aloud with pleasure, and searched. There was lipsticklesbo Carol, looking lipsticklesbo at them.
 A diversion, then lipsticklesbo? For pictures what? There wasn lipsticklesbo't lipsticklesbo anything here but the slave inventory to interfere with.
 A voice, talking, repeating lipsticklesbo. The lipsticklesbo girl's mind blotted it out. Someone--Carol?--had hypnotized her and taught her to forget it. There was a plan, and Carol had protected it. Why was the lipsticklesbo chess image important? Why was lipsticklesbo the hostile king--Decker?--playing White? Schoolgirl political lipsticklesbo correctness lipsticklesbo?
 4.
 Carol was here.
 The "concierge" would be helpful. Hold her, he thought. In Tabitha's mind he saw her tense to run.
 Yes , Master. Thank you. She lipsticklesbo knew she was worth more to him lipsticklesbo than a hysterical captive.
 The girl in the concierge lipsticklesbo's uniform lay against the plywood back wall, her face tear-streaked and almost composed lipsticklesbo but starting to contort with her last pain. Her hand lipsticklesbo still gripped the pocketknife. Blood . . .
 There was music in her head lipsticklesbo now lipsticklesbo. He wondered if it was what she'd lipsticklesbo tried before choosing surf lipsticklesbo sounds lipsticklesbo. He started to recognize it, and looked into her eyes more deeply, wondering. What the fuck? . . . Frankie Goes to Hollywood ?
 Maybe her subconscious was trying to lipsticklesbo defect.
 His slave sighed happily in his mind lipsticklesbo, grateful to be able to move again, but gladder for her lipsticklesbo Master's gain.
 Relax.
 6 pictures.
 His organization had held together.
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