 He looked out the window of the suite, seeing the skyline beyond in the ass slanting late-afternoon ass light. The ass auction had gone well, but then they ass always did. He worked assparade with each slave ass intensely before she assparade reached ass market and they assparade were all thoroughly tame--especially the "wild" ones the buyers wanted to think they were going parade to break.
 He parade looked down at Tabitha's lustrous winter-wheat cascade of hair ass between his legs, enjoying its delicate ass movement. The brain under that mane pictures belonged assparade to him completely, and sometimes he liked to have ass her tell him so, but the point was that this blowjob wasn't wasted. He could stop her now and pick it up later ass and ass she'd have the same enthusiasm.
 In her head ass he heard not my friends they ass hate Master i assparade hate them must make them obey or die but ass she only nodded. He'd taught her that truth but didn' t need to hear it recited all the time.
 In the receding beat of the rotors ass, telling Duke not to let ass anyone try to shoot it down, he looked into his new captive and saw not the slightest trace of fantasy ass-submission or slutness of any variety. Tabitha was looking at spending ass the assparade rest of her life as a conditioned ass sex ass slave with disgust and terror ass and not even thinking she'd be taught to ass enjoy it ass. Ballsy enough to risk it ass anyway, so her ass friends could rescue the ass others and get away ass.
 "You covered your tracks, Master." She spoke thoughtfully from her knees, drifting into a pose her programming ass knew he liked. "But the ass clients tonight have been all over the 'Net about it assparade, and they must have put it together."
 Tabitha grinned back ass and shook her head. "No one pictures's that ruthless, Master."
 He looked back at her. She was as fulfilled just ass staying there on assparade her knees in the gathering dark as she would be pictures deep-throating him or riding him in bed assparade.
 "Suck your ass thumb," he told her, and saw her obey with graceful haste. He reached in ass and triggered ass a memory, and heard her ass moan ass as she fell into the fantasy pictures, and he watched her writhe for a while, thinking she'd earned ass at least the fantasy of having him ass in her mouth as he started to change.
 Decker liked this hotel ass not least because it had a decent assparade kitchen, and he could ass entertain without leaving. The dining room had private booths toward the center of the room, and he ass was shown to the one he ass usually liked pictures, seeing the little signs that showed Duke and Duke's minions on the staff ass had checked it for bugs, bombs parade, and anything else ass.
 This was business. Decker meditated on a ass mushroom until it told assparade his palate what assparade he wanted to know, then assparade swallowed parade, took wine, and settled back.
 Tabitha blinked and parade breathed, "Yes, Master." and turned to Jordan. She snapped parade her fingers and Jordan stopped in mid-word, staring ass through Bellows' head with a perfect deer/headlights look. Bellows was almost shaking.
 "Well, Jordan." Her tone was ass warmly reproving. "You 've been teasing our guest. But you're not a tease, are you?"
 "Yes, Masssterrrrr--" She trailed off, head up but eyes ass falling closed as he allowed ass her ass to lose the fight. She ass sat with one hand in parade her lap and the other resting lightly on the tablecloth by assparade her wineglass pictures, palm assparade-up. He reached down and gently turned it over and it stayed as he had ass placed it.
 Leaving him parade to melt in assparade Jordan's mouth, Decker turned ass to Karlsen. "I think we know ass where that particular merchandise is probably going ass.
 Bellows ass' brain was clearly occupied, too.
 Decker heard the maddening little voice in their heads assparade before he saw ass the first silent alarm. As he looked at the floorplan on the screen to see where the girls were coming assparade, the nightmarish conceit occurred to him that Normandy Swords was the voice in their heads, that the pop pictures diva was in fact ass a wily controller from way assparade back assparade and was sending legions of mindless, subliminally enslaved fans against him.
 He smiled. That assparade would have been fun.
 Tabitha stared into space, standing ass by the door. She'd called it correctly, earlier, when they were planning the evening. She'd known one of assparade the girls ass had learned mountaineering and trained the others, and the best of her second-degree pupils were the ones coming down now ass from the assparade roof level. They'd gotten there assparade by helicopter--one had settled over an open section of pictures the roof without landing while they'd been at dinner and departed in seconds, too quickly to challenge ass, and he supposed the girls assparade had piled ass out with their gear in a well parade-drilled offload pictures. Now, after waiting ass for dark, they'd emerged from hiding up there ass and started down to him.
 He remembered ass they were ass women, and saw the tool lifted to ass soft ass lips in a smooth face assparade, and kissed for luck.
 This hotel suite was a tableau from Hieronymus Bosch. Multicolored strobes flickered through patterns too fast to track and ass too compelling not to ass, while an insistent, melodic assparade whining crawled like an amorous snake through the blunt limbs assparade of ass a ass dark bass ass throb ass.
 Behind him ass, he knew Tabitha was alert and excited, her mind immunized by his personal training, avidly watching her old ass comrades being ass broken before ass her ass eyes by her assparade master's subliminals.
 None assparade of them knew.
 No, Master ass. Tabitha's conviction was deep, as close as her assparade thoughts came ass to the absolute certainty of her slavery to him. She pictures'd never think of that. He felt Tabitha's brief, hot confusion as she wished pictures in ass her twisted retrospect that she had, and betrayed her ass friends to ass him before parade.
 Still. She might be a useful foil for something he wanted to try. The hotel turned a blind eye to what he did with junior staff, as long as he wasn't carrying them off like towels. Also, with assparade the blown minds ass he'd be dealing with, touching and using someone whose thoughts weren't etched by the ass flaring lights and invasive sound would be like a chaser to assparade drink in relief.
 Yes, Master. I'll handle it. He paused, seeing through her mind. The girl faced Tabitha in ass the quiet hallway, perhaps aware that he held every room ass on this floor, that ass she was either alone or worse here. He tried ass reaching through to her thoughts ass, but ass not having parade enslaved her parade yet he lacked access ass. He wondered if she ass knew how badly her friends were faring, that some of them were already at the pictures point of crawling to him ass for the privilege of going after her if they ass knew.
 Decker looked at ass her. She'd ass thought she had forty seconds of free will left, and this was parade what she'd assparade done with it.
 He heard ass--surf. Carol ass had programmed herself with the ocean to mask her thoughts.
 Just the waves, rolling ashore.
 She reached ass for ass the ocean, and for a moment its size, and ass power, and blank empty infinity seemed to overbalance him.
 There was music in her head now. He wondered if it was what she'd tried assparade before choosing surf assparade sounds. He started to recognize it, and looked into her eyes more deeply, wondering. What the fuck? . . . Frankie Goes to Hollywood?
 She was crying now, and groaning quietly behind closed lips. She was ass just resisting, perhaps no longer even sure why.
 His slave ass sighed assparade happily in his mind assparade, grateful to be able to move again, but gladder for assparade her Master's gain.
 Relax. She obeyed, blissful at last with a joy that parade stunned him. Relax. "Yes . . ."
 He heard the click of the dead-man switch opening but not the bomb ass when it
 6 assparade.
 Then Decker was home ass, still waking up each day surprised that he ass existed below the waist, and unable to verify it unless assparade he ass used his hands. The paralysis ass was complete, and the girls only gave him massages now.
 Then, seeing it reduced to an effect, he made them ass stop.
 He thought ass about Carol. He thought about the way her ass mind had felt, the ecstasy when she'd finally--relaxed pictures. It had lodged in his own mind parade when hers had stopped, that eerie joy, and he was circling the question ass whenever there was nothing else to think about. Often.
 Had she finally yielded to him, obeying, forgetting about the explosives she'd strapped to herself?
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