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

Decker had looked at her as she stood milfhunter there, looking sexy as hell in her improvised commando gear, sexier milfhunter with the pale face and wide eyes of her terror, and realized she milfhunter was not even daring to milfhunter hope milfhunter he milfhunter'd milfhunter kill her. It wasn 't often he found that much courage with that much realism. This girl had grown up several lifetimes right now.

It almost made milfhunter him sad.

"Just thinking milfhunter outta the box milfhunter, Cap," he'd said the first time they saw milfhunter a newsgroup immortalizing Decker's alias, after Duke's little concept with the twins who site just loved each other site had gone over milfhunter big. A fuck-video staple, come to glorious life as Decker's new signature.

"I think they milfhunter're going to try to rescue someone, Master milfhunter." In the present, Tabitha milfhunter was giving him her mind, as lithe milfhunter and strong milfhunter as her body and as utterly at his disposal. He listened milfhunter cherokee.

Tabitha grinned back and shook milfhunter her head. "No one's that ruthless, Master."

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

"Strip to the waist milfhunter."

They tried to make conversation, but Jordan's concentration on her task precluded Bellows' on anything much, and Karlsen was having a hard milfhunter cherokee time milfhunter keeping up with the way milfhunter Tabitha's breasts swayed gently as she kept speaking calmly milfhunter--even though her nipples were milfhunter pushing out milfhunter of her aureoles like desperate little antennae. That, too, was mind milfhunter control, he was milfhunter realizing as Decker watched him milfhunter cherokee. Not just the milfhunter other girl's utterly milfhunter focused milfhunter cherokee fellatio to the just-met milfhunter master, but this one's ability to function highly aroused because milfhunter she'd been told to.

Decker finished his mushrooms without milfhunter cherokee haste, dabbed his mouth milfhunter and emptied milfhunter his glass. Bellows was showing milfhunter enough sense milfhunter to mute his grunting as Jordan kept milfhunter him on the edge, something milfhunter else she'd trained milfhunter for hours milfhunter at a time to do and be milfhunter very good milfhunter cherokee at. He was starting to look worried, and a bit at a milfhunter loss as to what to do about it.

"That's milfhunter a total-recall trigger," he milfhunter cherokee explained. "Secretarial milfhunter mode milfhunter now. She 'll remember everything milfhunter we say, and the body language with milfhunter it. Like a tape recorder milfhunter with something extra."

Karlsen milfhunter, still mesmerized by her tits, was yet able to stop the first and less intelligent response before saying it.

Decker heard milfhunter cherokee the maddening milfhunter little milfhunter cherokee voice in their heads before he milfhunter saw the first silent alarm. As he looked at the floorplan on the screen to see where the girls were coming, the nightmarish conceit occurred to him that Normandy Swords milfhunter was the voice in their site heads milfhunter, that the pop diva was in fact milfhunter a milfhunter wily controller from way back and was sending legions of mindless, subliminally enslaved fans against milfhunter him.

Tabitha stared milfhunter into site space, standing by the door. She cherokee'd called milfhunter it milfhunter correctly, earlier, when they milfhunter were planning the evening. She'd known milfhunter one of the girls milfhunter had learned site mountaineering and milfhunter trained the others, and milfhunter the best of her second-degree pupils were the ones coming down milfhunter now milfhunter from the roof level. They'd gotten there by milfhunter helicopter--one had milfhunter settled over an open section of cherokee the roof without landing while they milfhunter'd been at milfhunter dinner and milfhunter departed in seconds, too quickly to challenge milfhunter, and he milfhunter cherokee supposed the girls had milfhunter piled out with their gear in a well-drilled offload. Now, after waiting for dark, they'd emerged from hiding up there milfhunter and started down to him milfhunter.

No. Tabitha had surrendered. Never be complacent. If memory softens, realtime sight may slip, too.

They were taking a while, and he decided it wasn't funk. Not with these girls. A technical problem with something they had. He closed his eyes milfhunter and pictured the malfunctioning gadget, the silent milfhunter cherokee curse, the thing set quietly out of the way while someone pulled out milfhunter something old-fashioned milfhunter, the prybar milfhunter or milfhunter the site knife, to milfhunter use instead of the broken tech-toy.

He milfhunter saw milfhunter cherokee the yellow indicators milfhunter come on as the milfhunter defense systems reacted, after milfhunter the delay to let milfhunter everyone get in and get milfhunter far enough site from the way out to make milfhunter the trip out too, too hard. He pictured the sentries outside the windows and doors looking in with horror as milfhunter their sisters were caught. He pictured one or milfhunter two leaning too close site, looking too long, and--caught themselves--slowly milfhunter cherokee, dreamily entering to milfhunter join the victims and wait for milfhunter him.

No. It didn't milfhunter feel right.

Decker milfhunter chose the site second cherokee of the prepared suites milfhunter and milfhunter glanced each way to see the corridor empty milfhunter cherokee as he opened the door and slipped milfhunter in. Tabitha closed the milfhunter cherokee door milfhunter quickly after him.

None of them knew.

A strange thought came then, and he passed it to Tabitha: this was Carol 's plan, her way of applying milfhunter to work for milfhunter him, perhaps. Giving him her friends.

He licked milfhunter cherokee his lips. Colder and smarter even than Tabitha. He milfhunter was going cherokee to love the mindfuck.

A milfhunter worthy girl milfhunter, even enslaved milfhunter.

Her mind had shown it to him already but Decker stepped beside her and milfhunter looked cherokee.

He milfhunter wondered whether Tabitha remembered the last site moments of her own freedom, when she'd tried to shoot herself, but he found no milfhunter trace of that milfhunter in his slave's thoughts.

Carol milfhunter was here.

He listened to her milfhunter mind.

He heard--surf. Carol had programmed herself with the ocean to mask her thoughts.

How ruthless was Carol? He probed gently for guilt, like site a wire-inlet milfhunter, the tiniest chink through milfhunter cherokee which he could reach into to milfhunter her mind and site slowly, slowly disable her from shooting milfhunter cherokee, running, disobeying, thinking . . .

He got a visual, too. This mental shore wasn't a milfhunter tropical beach, but a rocky milfhunter cherokee coastline milfhunter cherokee under a gunmetal winter sky. Part of him was wondering whether this girl was some reincarnated enemy milfhunter cherokee of his from an old war.

He reached milfhunter cherokee into her.

Relax.

Relax. Decker stepped aside milfhunter, and the gun didn't follow milfhunter, though her eyes, glazing milfhunter and frantic milfhunter, tried to.

She was trying to pull her hand milfhunter from her right pocket, and he saw another gun-shape there cherokee. He searched her mind milfhunter, looking for a disconnected thought like must get other gun, but there was no way to look for it. Her mind was milfhunter like a conquered city in mid milfhunter-sack, burning and chaotic, with that compulsive dance track playing over it all.

The milfhunter unexpected impact of Tabitha milfhunter pushing milfhunter him hard milfhunter to the side, getting in front of him.

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

Then, seeing it reduced to cherokee an effect, he made them stop milfhunter cherokee.

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

He couldn't think about Tabitha milfhunter, and so he gnawed site away at the quandary and hated Carol for that instead.