He lesbianmilf looked down at lesbian Tabitha's lustrous winter-wheat cascade of hair between his legs, enjoying its delicate lesbianmilf movement. The brain under that mane belonged to him completely access, and lesbian sometimes he liked to have her tell him so, but the point was that lesbianmilf this blowjob wasn't wasted. He could stop her now and pick it lesbian up later access and she'd have the same enthusiasm.
It was always good for milf her.
He looked at Tabitha lesbianmilf, remembered her lesbian facing him on the helipad after she'd held him and his people off with neat lesbian three-round bursts, as her friends made their escape lesbian from the school in one of milf his access choppers with thirty of his livestock drugged on board. He lesbianmilf never knew lesbian if she lesbian would lesbian have been able to fire the last round (she'd been counting them, for god milf's sake) into her own milf head, because he reached lesbian into her mind and stopped lesbian her. But milf he'd felt milf the faint pressure as her mind tried, and he'd only felt girls fight that hard to escape--not access to finish killing themselves.
But he took her free milf will and selfhood instead, and lesbian all that warrior spirit was lesbian his, now lesbian. Tabitha was a devoted guard as well as his 24/7 concubine, and she was a smarter sounding board lesbian for plans lesbianmilf than most of the goon squad he'd acquired over the lesbianmilf years lesbianmilf.
He'd never had anyone smart lesbianmilf he milf could trust. And he'd never found a woman he hadn't considered a bimbo in training even before he took her. But Tabitha . . .
"You covered your tracks, Master." She spoke milf thoughtfully milf from her knees, drifting into a pose her programming knew lesbian he liked. "But the clients tonight have been all over the 'Net about lesbian it, and they must have put it together."
Duke lesbian had been very lesbianmilf quiet after that. But the lesbian damage was done--and frustratingly hard to gauge.
Tabitha grinned back and shook her head. "No one's that lesbian ruthless, Master milf."
She knelt lesbianmilf and waited.
He looked back at lesbian her milf. She was as fulfilled just staying there on her knees in the lesbian gathering dark as she would be deep-throating him or riding him in bed.
Decker liked this hotel not least lesbianmilf because it had a decent kitchen, and he could entertain without leaving. The dining room had private booths toward the center of the room, and he was shown milf to the one he usually liked, seeing the little signs that showed Duke and Duke's minions lesbian on the staff had lesbian checked it for bugs, bombs, and anything else lesbianmilf.
Tabitha's ex-schoolmate and milf now pupil Jordan, about to milf graduate from her own extensive training, followed them, looking in access her minidress both approachable and eminently fuckable milf.
She turned access elegantly, managing lesbian to keep part of her attention fixed on Karlsen. "Yes, Mr Decker?"
"Strip to the lesbian waist."
"What are you, Jordan lesbian?"
They lesbianmilf tried to make conversation, but Jordan's lesbian concentration on her task precluded lesbian Bellows ' on lesbian anything much, and access Karlsen was having a milf hard time keeping up lesbianmilf with the way Tabitha's breasts lesbian swayed gently as she kept speaking calmly--even lesbian though her nipples were pushing out of her aureoles lesbianmilf like desperate little antennae lesbianmilf. That, too, was mind control, he lesbianmilf was realizing as Decker watched him. Not milf just the other girl's utterly focused fellatio to the just-met lesbianmilf master, but this one's ability lesbian to function lesbianmilf highly aroused because lesbianmilf she'd been told to.
"Tabbycat?" he said.
"Let me get my secretary on lesbian the line milf, then." Decker tapped Tabitha on her nearer nipple, suppressing his reaction to her lesbianmilf eager intake of breath. "Tabbycat. Wake now lesbian."
He smiled. That would lesbianmilf have been fun.
They were alone in the suite. He'd given Jordan to Bellows on the spot lesbianmilf as a sweetener, and lesbian he knew the contact who'd set up the meeting at dinner had teased Bellows with what a milf girl lesbianmilf who 'd been lesbian in lesbian Decker's hands would do for her master. Could do access, even. Her long blowjob under the table had ended at the limit lesbian of his endurance, not hers lesbianmilf.
He tried to see Carol sitting in a room elsewhere in the hotel, or on a lonely perch on lesbianmilf the roof milf, waiting it out.
He surveyed the minds of the milf new girls as they collapsed to the floor or stopped moving more lesbianmilf than milf spasmodically milf. He sent one of the slaves to deactivate the brainwashing system for lesbian this room. No one had held out--not surprising at access this setting. He was lesbianmilf pleased to find several of them had lesbianmilf climaxed lesbian at the feeling of their minds being pried open milf and stunned from inside, and reached into lesbianmilf the lesbianmilf mind of each girl in that susceptible group, reviving the memory and welding it forever lesbianmilf to his voice: "Obey." In the silence after the stimulators lesbian were shut off, he listened to the delightful harmony of their weak but ardent cries, and the whimpers of the ones not yet conquered.
He sifted. Carol lesbian? Where is Carol?
He smiled and passed that thought to Tabitha, and he knew she smiled lesbian too lesbianmilf. Yes, Master. She's lesbian good. He felt something in her then which he'd learned to associate with a smile lesbian that turned her pretty milf face lesbian into that of an lesbian utterly corrupted angel lesbian. But then, so were they. She lesbianmilf licked her lesbianmilf lips loudly lesbian enough lesbian for him to hear milf.
A strange thought milf came lesbian then, and he passed lesbian it to Tabitha: this lesbian was Carol 's plan, her way lesbian of applying to work milf for him, perhaps lesbian. Giving him lesbian her friends milf.
She sprinted away lesbian from Tabitha, and Tabitha silently lesbianmilf begged orders milf. He thought of the floorplan. Follow her fast. Locked lesbian rooms and an electrical closet that way. He milf started walking quickly lesbian down the lesbian hall to where they were.
She'd cut deep and completely severed her carotid artery, and she'd already bled out. Her eyes stared past the circuit breaker lesbian box above lesbian her.
She'd lesbian just sent all her friends, her lesbian troops, into what she must have known lesbian would be a trap, sprung his snares, and somehow gotten past Duke lesbianmilf and the lesbianmilf rest of his people. Or had they gotten past her? Had lesbian she already been holed up here in the hotel since before they'd even milf arrived--waiting?
All to distract him, so she could get close enough to shoot him dead.
He lesbian got a visual, too. This mental shore wasn't a tropical beach, but a rocky coastline under a gunmetal winter sky. Part of lesbian him was wondering whether this girl was some reincarnated lesbian enemy of his from an old war.
Why wasn't she shooting?
Carol, the steelhearted milf queen, had never killed anyone, up lesbian close or otherwise. Had never looked into the eye she was lesbian going to shoot through, felt the breath she was about to stop forever.
Carol's lesbian eyes drifted aside, to Tabitha, who lesbian stood calmly lesbian now, knowing her lesbian Master was in control. Carol looked at her friend lesbianmilf, and lesbianmilf he saw her pupils dilate. He waited for the . . .
The ocean rolled lesbian and hissed around him, and he found Carol's will accessible but obscured. He froze her trigger finger, but her arm stayed up and the gun stayed milf on him. Tabitha was docile, and he lesbian'd have to break concentration lesbian to command her milf to take the other girl lesbian, which milf he couldn't afford just now. Well enough. He shouldn't lesbian have to depend on his lesbianmilf slave for help with lesbianmilf this lesbian.
Lower the gun. She milf fought, but milf she was lesbian in a daze now, and she was just pushing effort blindly.
Relax. Relax. Relax.
It was hard to tell where the music lesbian stopped, his command began lesbianmilf, and her mind had started to lesbianmilf whisper its own obedience lesbian.
Take out . . . the other gun, her mind chanted in cadence with the song, and he felt the milf first warm moist flood of affirmative submission. Her hand access started to move. In her mind, he saw the hand reach down to lesbian the Black queen--and replace it with a milf pawn. All backward; pawns lesbian were queened lesbianmilf, not queens lesbian reduced. Had she foreseen her own milf defeat? Erased it from everyone lesbian else?
Relax.
Saw lesbianmilf the wire lesbian. Saw something shift under the loose clothing. Not overweight.
His milf organization had held together.
When Decker had snarled at them about a funeral for access Tabitha and they stayed away, afraid of what he'd do with his mind under painkillers, it was Duke who'd promised, and it was lesbianmilf Duke who'd brought the milf urn to him. Duke had said something awkward and dense, and lesbian he'd been glad Duke was there.
Some of them were from Carol's group, though lesbian after a while not lesbianmilf many of them milf. When he'd gotten out of the hospital, he'd worked on their minds, sometimes around the lesbian clock. None of the milf ones in that series were salable. Not even the freaks would buy them. Duke had to have most of them access put to sleep.
The milf second time he had a pair fight each other to the death milf, Duke had gotten him milf very drunk. He hadn't done it again.
Or . . . was she triumphant because her insane plan had worked, and she'd lesbian pitted herself against his mind deliberately to use her own crumbling will--as the detonator?
He couldn't access think milf about Tabitha, and so he gnawed away at milf the milf quandary milf and hated Carol for that instead.
Sometimes, he thought Which was it, you fucking cold-blooded--?
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