It was always good for her.

Maybe they appreciated it more black when they could get it blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown, the guys black who didn' t have the Control.

"They're still using that brown pop bimbo's music to make round their thoughts hard to read brown." It was and one of the memories he'd locked away in Tabitha, reviewed when girls he'd taken and turned her. The girls she brown'd been black with had let that black teacher of theirs hypnotize them to help them focus free and round to learn moms tricks like this annoyingly effective crap with Normandy Swords, or whatever her brown moms pretty round sprightly little name brown was. Part of the little commando thing they'd surprised his outfit with moms when he'd swept down on their tony little private school. Didn't hurt girls that black they were brown mostly well girls-off, and able to buy the arsenal and all the fancy equipment brown moms pretty round.

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

It almost made him sad.

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

He brown'd never had anyone brown moms pretty round smart he could trust. And brown moms pretty round he'd never found a brown woman he hadn't considered a bimbo in training even before he took her. But Tabitha . . .

But she'd been working hard. "I brown looked at what they were saying about pretty price and hinting about black quality. There was the usual black talk about whether you 'd bring another sister act."

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

Decker grinned blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown at round her. "She's not that black ruthless, is she?"

By his side, Tabitha was exquisite in a satin jumpsuit just brown loose enough round to be chic, and brown looked like an blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown unapproachably sleek young woman instead of simply an unaffordably fuckable one. She trailed him to the dining brown moms pretty round room, and he liked how her poise was as disorienting as her winsome good looks. He couldn't tell how brown much of it was "original brown" Tabitha who'd held brown moms pretty round the helipad alone, and how much the new and improved Tabitha, tamed and focused.

His junior partner, Bellows, looked irritated. He was looking for bimbos, not princesses blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown, and while he could clearly already see moms Jordan in whatever setting he usually brown put girls, he realized a whore with black a vibe like Tabitha might actually put off johns. The faction that wouldn't mind black at all nailing a princess to the pussy mattress was an unpredictable minority blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown, and black most moms of them girls couldn't afford brown this kind of quality, anyway. Bellows was going for the soft-in brown-the-middle crowd that had money but no balls blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown, and while a girl like Jordan would suit them, Tabitha would blow their minds blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown before black she got a blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown chance to blow anything black else.

She turned elegantly, managing to blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown keep part of her attention fixed on blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown Karlsen brown moms pretty round. "Yes, Mr Decker blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown?"

Bellows looked nervous at the display, but he looked at girls Tabitha's chest, too. Then he black blinked girls, realizing what he'd black seen and how naturally she'd done it.

"Now, Tabitha brown."

Wide black-eyed round, Jordan shook her head, her gaze still trapped blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown in infinity and incidentally intersecting Bellows. Decker caught Karlsen's glance, and they shared a smile it wasn't necessary to show their distracted colleague.

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

"Yes black, Masssterrrrr--" She trailed off round, head up but eyes falling closed as blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown he allowed her to lose the fight and. She sat with one hand in her blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown lap and the other resting lightly on round the tablecloth by her wineglass, palm-up black. He reached down and gently turned girls it over brown and it stayed as he had placed it.

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

She was bright-eyed and erect again, ready to serve. "I'll girls need you to play close attention," he told her, and she nodded blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown earnestly, biz-school from brown moms pretty round eyes to neck and harem girl southward from there.

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

3.

Decker knew he'd impressed Karlsen, too, and brown that Karlsen respected the fact that Bellows had lost a power exchange he hadn't even appreciated he was in.

Her mouth was inches from the pussy of the naked pussy slave closing the window she girls'd fallen in through, and both women were oblivious. Decker girls smiled to see it.

None of them knew.

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

Something. One of blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown the girls had a memory brown fragment, and black he focused on it. She moaned in pain free, and he black stopped himself girls and soothed her until she lay there purring. It was blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown nothing, and drew no black recognition from Tabitha when girls he passed it back: a chessboard at endgame, a well black-protected White round king, a second Black queen blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown standing at the far end girls, a manicured black hand over it.

Her mind pulsed. She'd figured it out, from just his posture and the logic of what they both knew. She spoke aloud over the soft sounds of the conquered blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown girls brown on the floor.

Wait. Music in her girls head--but brown he brown moms pretty round smiled: it was the elevator theme pretty, muted and tasteful. Probably drove the brown poor girl insane as pussy she blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown fetched and carried. He thought of playing with her blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown, but with his new catch flopping black on the floor of brown two more suites here . . .

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

Maybe brown moms pretty round Tabitha should tell her that.

The music: deliberate, masking her thoughts blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown and then masking the brown moms pretty round mask. Smooth, powerful, effective hypnosis.

The "concierge" would brown moms pretty round be helpful. Hold her, he thought. In blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown Tabitha's mind he saw her tense to run.

Careful moms, Tabby. He black pursed black his lips. Gun out, but only if she's armed.

Carol was here.

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

Ahh.

But--not blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown ready to kill.

Carol's eyes drifted aside, to Tabitha, who stood pretty calmly now, knowing her Master was in control. Carol looked at her friend, and he saw her and pupils dilate. He waited for the . . .

Tears. There.

Carol fought him, her pretty whole being resisting him. Her right hand was in her pocket, gripping something, and he wondered what brown she had in there. In a few and moments he could simply know.

Decker decided to trip her. He sent blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown the image of the chessboard, the new Black queen, and let her wonder why.

Relax.

She fought. Her body started to shake brown moms pretty round.

Maybe her blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown subconscious was trying to defect.

Decker was pleased to sense no brown moms pretty round effort to turn the gun black inward onto herself moms.

Relax.

Saw the wire brown. Saw black something shift under moms the loose clothing. Not overweight blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown.

He girls heard the click of the dead-man switch opening but not the brown moms pretty round bomb when it

6.

Duke had shown his wisdom blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown in brown the end, deputizing the cleverest and then just looming over them to keep them honest. He'd been the one to blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown come to the hospital blackgirlspussy-roundandbrown every day.

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

Decker would never round know.

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

Sometimes, he thought Which was it, you fucking cold-blooded--?

But black there were no bitches in Decker's world.