He looked out the window of the suite fatgirlssuckingcock, seeing the skyline beyond in the slanting late-afternoon light dick sucking bitch. The auction had gone well, but dick then they always did. He worked dick sucking bitch with each slave intensely before she reached market and they were all thoroughly tame--especially the dick "wild" ones fat the buyers wanted to think cock they were going to break.

Maybe they appreciated it more when fatgirlssuckingcock they could get it, the guys who didn' t have the Control.

He flicked a image thought fatgirlssuckingcock at Tabitha, and she fat smoothly slid her mouth off his cock, licking off the precome fat she fat'd coaxed out already and cleaning it with fatgirlssuckingcock delicate tongue strokes. And they think we don't like cats. She replaced him in his pants and redid his fly dick sucking bitch, settling back on fat her heels and fat looking up at him with her usual bright expression.

Now he let the image sharp mind dick sucking bitch that lived to serve him process that. He fat added, "There's a fat traditionalist, though. Someone likes those British girls cock instead. I get a different fat signal from her."

He looked at Tabitha, remembered her facing him on the helipad fatgirlssuckingcock after she dick'd held him cock and dick sucking bitch his image people off with neat three-round fat bursts fatgirlssuckingcock, as fat her friends made their cock escape from fatgirlssuckingcock the school in dick one of his choppers fatgirlssuckingcock with thirty fat of cock his livestock drugged on board. He fat never knew if she would have been able to fire the last round (she'd been counting them, for god's fat sake) into image her own fatgirlssuckingcock head, because he reached into her mind and stopped her. But he'd felt the fat faint pressure as her girls mind fatgirlssuckingcock tried, and he'd only felt girls fight that hard to escape--not to finish dick sucking bitch killing themselves image.

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

He nodded, remembering how she'd looked this morning as fat he left the fatgirlssuckingcock suite, sitting naked and fat crosslegged sucking on sucking the bed with the laptop, ready to spend the day surfing on his fat agendas with time girls for exercise breaks. He'd been fat so taken with her fatgirlssuckingcock absorption when he came back for a fatgirlssuckingcock nooner that he'd fat let her be, staring at her utterly focused rapture and leaving. She'd never sucking known he'd been dick sucking bitch there dick.

"Think about being in a box, compadre," he told Duke. "Next time you have girls an idea."

Probing curiously, Decker found no nostalgia there bitch, either.

"Carol knows fat that fat, Master." Tabitha looked even more pensive. "She'll come up with something, though fat." She smiled fat. "Maybe she'll reprogram fat them all to play the elevator music here in the hotel."

She knelt and waited.

Decker liked fat this hotel girls not least fat because girls it had a bitch decent kitchen, and he could entertain without leaving. The dining room had private booths toward the center of the room fat, and fatgirlssuckingcock he was girls shown fatgirlssuckingcock to the one he usually liked, seeing the little signs that showed image Duke and Duke's minions on the staff had checked it fat for bugs, bombs, and anything else.

They charmed the buyers, who weren't used to slaves who spoke better than they did and seemed fat to think more clearly.

"Tabitha dick?"

"Tabbycat?" he said.

Master?" she breathed, fighting to keep fatgirlssuckingcock her image head up, her gaze on him.

Karlsen smiled and nodded. Decker could see that he fat would get over this quickly, distracted dick sucking bitch as he was by his greater passion for the profit that Jordan and a covey fat of girls just as skilled fat--and utterly obedient--as she was fat would generate for whoever owned fat them. His brain dick was already visibly girls turning over.

He sincerely hoped fat their dick knots were tight. It fat was a long image way to fall and a hard street to land on.

He waited, giving them time to fat choose an entrance. He presumed they knew the floorplan, had enough access to the hotel's systems to deduce which suites he held on this floor, and could dick figure out the best place dick sucking bitch among those to keep fat some of his girls inventory. Tabitha, who seemed to be getting turned on at the thought of helping fatgirlssuckingcock him take her friends, had suggested more dick sucking bitch precise bait, and came up with some quite clever not-quite-clues to hint fatgirlssuckingcock which fat rooms the girls who might cock be Ruthie and Jill image were waiting in. But before he could fatgirlssuckingcock even point out the problem she'd seen it: "We can't make it too easy fatgirlssuckingcock for fat them, Master. Because Carol fat could smell that."

Tabitha fat stood fat still and willing fatgirlssuckingcock, now. He looked into her thoughts and found quiet bliss: a bitch dream fatgirlssuckingcock of kneeling naked by his fat feet in a bright, crowded throne room, owned before all.

They were dick sucking bitch alone in the fat suite image. He'd given Jordan to Bellows on the spot dick as a sweetener, and he knew the contact who'd set up the meeting fat at dinner cock had teased Bellows with what dick a girl who'd been in Decker's hands fat would do for fatgirlssuckingcock her master dick. Could do, even. Her long blowjob under the table had ended fat at the limit of his endurance fat, not hers.

He remembered girls they were women, and saw the tool lifted to soft lips in a smooth face, and dick sucking bitch kissed for luck.

"Right on time, and image there are fat a lot bitch of them fat."

He surveyed the minds of the new girls as they collapsed to fatgirlssuckingcock the floor or stopped moving more than spasmodically bitch. He sent fatgirlssuckingcock one of dick sucking bitch the slaves to fatgirlssuckingcock deactivate the brainwashing system for fatgirlssuckingcock this room. No one fat had held out--not surprising at fat this setting. He girls was pleased to find several of them had climaxed at the feeling of their minds being pried open and stunned girls from inside, and reached dick sucking bitch into the mind of sucking each girl in that susceptible group girls, reviving the memory and dick sucking bitch welding it forever to his voice fatgirlssuckingcock: "Obey." In fat the silence after the stimulators were shut off, he listened to the delightful harmony of their girls weak but ardent cries, and the whimpers of the ones not yet conquered.

"I can't tell you," she was saying. Someone asked the inevitable question, and fat she said, "Well--no. Not knowing won't protect you at all." She laughed and they laughed with her. There fat was nothing fat more, no hints. The only plan they'd fat spoken of was the one that dick had just ended in the beginning of slavery for them all, right here.

He stared at her, looked into her. "No, Tabitha sucking. I know you sucking." He smiled at her relief and let fat her see it. "But is that how she might bitch really think?"

Tabitha went to fetch her.

Decker peered into the first room, seeing a few still weakly struggling--if she could dick sucking bitch give a cock girl that much resistance, maybe Carol did have talents as a trainer he could fat exploit fat once she worshipped him fatgirlssuckingcock. Once he fat taught her to know that freedom wasn't the desired fatgirlssuckingcock end state fat, but the problem fat to fat be solved. He commanded the slaves fat to close sucking the windows fat and went to do the dick same at the third suite.

Master. The concierge cock girl. She's--

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

It was a pleasure to feel his slave respond. Tabitha pulled fat her perfume spray from the purse, sending a stream of it into the girl's face and stepping back for good fatgirlssuckingcock measure fat as though to dodge dick sucking bitch the droplets. The girl froze and gaped and he felt Tabitha use her corrupted-angel smile. It was so convincingly malign bitch that girls Decker himself almost wondered for a second what might be in dick sucking bitch the vial.

He looked at her eyes first, even before the gun. Neither eyes nor gun wavered, until she cut her bitch gaze over. The closet fatgirlssuckingcock door stood fat out into the hall between her and the dead fat girl, but she could see fat the splayed girls legs, the stain still scarlet around them and fatgirlssuckingcock wide. The way the droplets fat had flown and landed.

All to distract him, so sucking she could get fat close enough to shoot him dead.

Why wasn't she shooting?

He reached fatgirlssuckingcock into her.

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

She fatgirlssuckingcock faltered.

Relax.

Relax sucking.

Relax.

He smiled, slowly feeling his ability fat to multitask return as Carol weakened. Maybe this song was something she'd thought of once in cock a fit of perversity cock--what never to dick sucking bitch sing to fat the mind dick sucking bitch controller--and tried dick sucking bitch not to think of again fat.

Maybe her subconscious was trying to defect.

Relax. Relax. Relax.

It was fat hard to tell where the music stopped, his command began, and her mind had started fat to whisper its fat own obedience.

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

His organization had held together.

Then Decker fat was home, still waking up each fat day surprised that he fat existed below the waist, and bitch unable to verify it unless he used his hands dick sucking bitch. The paralysis was complete dick, and the fatgirlssuckingcock girls only gave him massages now.

The second time he had a pair fight each fat other to bitch the death, Duke dick had gotten him very drunk sucking. He hadn't done it again.

In fat his den, rearranged now for the wheelchair, he kept cock the fatgirlssuckingcock urn. Each day a girl came to clean it and fatgirlssuckingcock kneel before it. One day, a girl stopped fatgirlssuckingcock as she worked, and leaned down to kiss image it. Decker stared, and fat then he made them all do that.

He fat thought about Carol. He thought about the way her mind had felt, the ecstasy when she'd fatgirlssuckingcock finally--relaxed bitch. It had lodged in his own mind when hers had fatgirlssuckingcock stopped, that eerie fat joy, and dick sucking bitch he cock was circling the question whenever there was nothing else to think about. Often.