 Morbidly, Decker wondered how the other 99% lived, what life was like for the guy russianteen who had to ask for it. Pay a russianteen hooker (and who knew where it had been?) Inveigle the russian wife, beg the girlfriend, maybe fork over a teen lot of cash and time and russian attention--and then face the fishwich russianteen when she demanded payback.
 Decker admired anyone russian who took it russian all seriously. It depressed him that only these russian fucking schoolgirls, victims in any proper universe, got the idea. He accepted the russianteen fact that he'd created them dating, he and people dating like him who'd done so much and frightened so many with mind control in recent russian years. But dating these women had risen russian to it.
 He looked at russianteen Tabitha, remembered her russian facing him on the russianteen helipad after russian she'd russian held him and russian his people off with neat three-round bursts, as her friends made russian their escape russian from the school in one of his choppers with thirty of his livestock drugged on board. He dating never russian knew if she russianteen would have russian been able to fire the last russian round (she russian'd russian been counting them russian, for god's sake) into her own head, because he reached into russianteen her mind and stopped russianteen her russian. But russianteen he'd felt the faint pressure as her mind tried, and he'd only felt girls fight that hard to escape--not to finish killing themselves.
 Decker russianteen had looked russian at her as she stood russian there, looking sexy as russian hell in her improvised commando gear russian, sexier with the pale russian face dating and wide eyes of teen her terror russian, and realized she was not even daring to russian hope russian he'd russian kill her. It wasn 't often he found that russianteen much courage with that much realism. This girl had grown up russianteen several lifetimes right now.
 Decker had left dating his eyes on the screen, seeing russian that much russian of his ease of movement lost.
 "Think dating about being in russian a box, compadre," he told Duke. "Next time you russian have an idea."
 Tabitha grinned russian back and shook her head. "No one's that ruthless, Master."
 Decker got russian dating up russian to change for dinner. There were a couple of new buyers who still russian didn't quite understand the scope of what applied mind russian control russian brought to the white-slave russian dating trade, and russianteen the established clients who vouched for them needed to show russian off their access to him.
 Tabitha's ex-schoolmate and now pupil Jordan, about to graduate from her own russianteen extensive training russian, followed them, looking in russian dating her minidress russian both approachable and eminently fuckable.
 She turned elegantly, managing to keep part of her attention fixed on Karlsen. "Yes, Mr Decker?"
 "Now, Tabitha."
 Bellows russian' brain was clearly occupied, too.
 They were alone in the suite. He'd given Jordan to russianteen Bellows on the spot as teen a sweetener, and he knew the contact who'd set up the russian dating meeting at dinner had teased russian Bellows russianteen with russianteen what a girl russian who'd about been in Decker's russianteen hands russianteen would do for her master. Could do, even. Her long blowjob under the table had ended at the limit of russianteen his endurance, not hers.
 Decker knew russian he russianteen'd impressed russian Karlsen russian, too, and that Karlsen russian respected the fact that Bellows had russian lost a power exchange he hadn't even appreciated he was in.
 So many irons in the fire. A slaver's work russian was never done. Decker watched the alarm indicators trip over with deft russian speed, as the dating girls found their russian way to each of the russian possible entries and paused. He waited like an audience, appreciating russianteen their skill russianteen. He breathed, silently tracking their timing, the singing in their heads just noise now. He couldn't read past that noise, but he knew the fear russian they must feel russian now, about to go in. Did they also russianteen know the exhilaration?
 He hoped so. They'd earned that, at russian least.
 Among motionless nude russian dating women with blank teen faces, the slaves russian he russian dating already owned waiting at attention, figures in dark clothing that gleamed with teen metal russian knelt or writhed or tried shakily about to keep their feet russian, their screaming inaudible in the room russian dating's sound. Decker looked for a moment at his slaves, their minds already melted and used to being reshaped. The lights russian and the noise russian were not telling their dimmed awareness russian dating anything they didn russian't russian already russianteen know: that they russian were russianteen owned, obedient, endlessly horny russian was already the sun and russian moon of their lives.
 Without selves russian to lose. they russian dating were russian immune.
 Behind him, he knew russian Tabitha was alert and excited, her mind russian dating immunized by his personal training, avidly watching her old comrades being broken before russian her russianteen eyes by her russian master's subliminals.
 Her russian mouth was inches from russian dating the pussy of the naked slave closing the russian window she'd fallen in through, and both women were oblivious russian. Decker smiled to see it russianteen.
 He smiled and passed russian that thought to Tabitha, and russian he knew she smiled russian dating too. Yes, Master. She's russian good. He felt something in her then which he'd learned to associate with a russian smile that turned her pretty face into that russianteen of an utterly russian corrupted angel. But then, so were they. She licked her lips russian loudly enough for him to hear russian.
 A strange thought came then, and he passed it to teen Tabitha: this was Carol 's plan, her russianteen way russianteen of applying to work for him, perhaps. Giving him her friends.
 No russian, Master russianteen. Tabitha's conviction was deep, as dating close as her thoughts came to the absolute certainty of her slavery to dating him. She about'd teen never think of russianteen that. He russianteen felt Tabitha's brief, hot confusion as she wished in russian her twisted retrospect russian that she had, and betrayed her friends to him russian before.
 Something. One of russian dating the girls had a memory dating fragment, and he russian focused on it. She moaned in pain, and he russian stopped russianteen himself and russian soothed dating her russian until she lay there purring about. It russian was russian nothing, and drew no russianteen recognition from Tabitha when he passed russian it back: a russian chessboard at endgame, a well-protected White king, a second Black queen russian standing at the far end, a manicured hand over russian it.
 He thought russianteen about russian Carol, 20 russianteen going on 70, molding russian her friends' minds to reach her goals. He thought about her russian friends, letting her do it, willing hypnotic subjects about.
 Tabitha went to fetch her.
 It was a pleasure to feel his russianteen slave russian dating respond. Tabitha pulled her russian perfume spray from the purse, sending a stream of it into the girl's face and stepping back for good measure as though to russian dodge the droplets. The girl froze and gaped and he felt Tabitha use her corrupted-angel smile. It was so russianteen convincingly russian malign that Decker russian dating himself russianteen almost wondered for a second what might be in russian the vial.
 "You might as well relax," Tabitha told her victim with frightening russianteen calm russianteen. "That topical hypnotic will be shutting down your volitional about centers in about--how much are you? about 100, 110?--forty seconds russian dating. Then Master will dating be here."
 Yes, Master. Thank russian you. She knew she was worth more to him than a hysterical russian captive russian.
 She'd cut deep teen and completely severed her carotid artery, and she'd already bled about out. Her eyes stared past the russianteen circuit breaker box above her.
 Carol russian was here.
 5.
 He russian looked at her eyes first, even before the gun. Neither eyes nor gun wavered russian dating, until she cut her gaze russian over russian. The closet door stood out into the hall between her and the dead girl russian, but she could russianteen see the splayed legs, the stain still scarlet russian dating around them and wide. The way russian the droplets had flown and landed.
 Why wasn dating't she shooting?
 She russian'd just sent all her friends, her troops, into what she must have known russian would be a trap, sprung russian his snares, and somehow russianteen gotten past Duke and the rest of his people. Or about had they gotten past her? Had she already been holed up here in the hotel since before they dating'd even arrived--waiting?
 How ruthless was Carol? He probed gently for guilt, like russian a wire-inlet, the tiniest chink teen through which he could reach into to russian her mind and slowly, slowly disable her from russian shooting, running about, disobeying, thinking . . .
 He russian pressed, trying to force her to russian relax, and then just increase his russian hold until she russian surrendered. They were about like wrestlers, locked together until about the weaker failed or russian someone slipped russian.
 Relax russianteen.
 The russian dating other gun, he sent to Carol. She repeated it blankly in her captive thoughts, against the beat of russian dating Relax. Take out the other gun russian.
 Her hand cleared the pocket, gripping whatever russian it was very tightly.
 Relax.
 He heard the russian click of the russian dead-man switch opening russian dating but not the russian dating bomb when it
 His organization russian had held together.
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