 He looked out the window of the suite, seeing the skyline beyond in the slanting late-afternoon light. The auction had gone well, but then they ass always did. He worked join with each slave intensely before she reached market and they were all thoroughly tame ass--especially the "wild master" ones the buyers assmasterpiece wanted to think they were going to break.
 Took its master toll, after a while.
 Maybe they assmasterpiece were ass just losers, Decker thought. Payback might be a bitch, but there were no bitches in Decker ass's world.
 "They're still using ass that pop ass bimbo's music to make their thoughts hard to read." It assmasterpiece was one of the memories ass he'd ass locked away in Tabitha, reviewed when he'd master typing taken and turned her. The girls she'd been with had let that teacher assmasterpiece of theirs hypnotize them assmasterpiece to ass help them focus and to master learn tricks like this annoyingly effective ass crap with Normandy Swords, or whatever assmasterpiece her sprightly little name was. Part of the little commando thing they'd surprised his outfit with when he ass'd swept down on typing their tony little private school ass. Didn't hurt that they ass were mostly well-off, and able to buy the arsenal and all the ass fancy piece equipment.
 Now he ass let the sharp master mind ass that lived to serve him process that. He added, "There's a traditionalist, though. Someone likes those British girls instead. I get a different signal from her."
 Tabitha smiled assmasterpiece. "Teri ass, for sure join. She always had to master typing be piece unique. Everyone else just went with Eva's suggestion." Eva, the teacher, was dead now, but Decker had ass been assmasterpiece surprised master at what ass she'd ass done with a clutch of schoolgirls. They'd fought him well. Her master star pupil, a girl named Carol, led ass them now, and she was no mean adversary either.
 Decker admired anyone who took it all seriously. It typing depressed him ass that ass only these fucking master schoolgirls, victims ass in any proper universe, got the idea. He accepted the fact that typing he ass'd created them, he and people like ass him who'd done so much and frightened so many with mind control in recent years. But these ass women ass had ass risen to assmasterpiece it.
 He looked at Tabitha ass, remembered her facing him on the helipad after ass she'd held him and his people off with neat three-round join bursts typing, as her friends master typing made ass their escape from the ass school in ass one assmasterpiece of his choppers master with thirty of his livestock drugged on board. He never knew if she would have piece been able ass to fire the last round ass (she'd piece been assmasterpiece counting them, for god ass's sake master typing) into her own join head, because ass he assmasterpiece reached master into her mind ass and stopped her master. But he'd felt the faint pressure as her mind tried, and he'd only felt master girls fight that hard assmasterpiece to escape--not to finish ass killing themselves.
 Decker nodded master typing, groaning inwardly. Duke's idea three years ago, his move toward being "innovative" in "marketing assmasterpiece." White slavery was an old business, and it liked old values--decent product prepped right. Gimmicks were for amateurs. Which Duke was, with anything other ass than an Uzi ass or master a cattle prod.
 Decker had left his eyes on the master screen, seeing that much of his ease of movement lost.
 "Two of assmasterpiece the descriptions in ass the catalogue fit Jill and Ruthie. They're not--you sold piece Jill to the doctor in join Caracas and ass Ruthie's still healing master from the implants." Pausing, she wondered how, and how ass quickly, her former comrades would figure that out. "But they'll master try to master typing get to the girls on the list assmasterpiece."
 He shrugged. "With that assmasterpiece noise in their heads I can hear them coming a mile assmasterpiece away master typing. Jammers are great ass for security but they suck for surprise." As always when he said that, he caught a fairly ass detailed assmasterpiece image in Tabby's mind of a master lumbering green aircraft: Daddy typing had flown for the Air Force before Mommy remarried someone ass wealthier, and Tabitha actually knew all about ass jammers ass.
 Decker grinned at her. "She's ass not that ruthless master typing, is she?"
 Tabitha ass grinned back and shook her head. "No ass one's that ruthless, Master."
 Decker got up to change for dinner. There assmasterpiece were a couple of new buyers who still didn't quite understand the scope of what master typing applied ass mind control brought to the piece white-slave trade, and the established clients who vouched for them ass needed to show assmasterpiece off their access to him.
 Tabitha didn't ass look like she'd be a demanding sort of girl. Decker watched and enjoyed as her programming, even as she fought to keep focused on ass marketing Jordan assmasterpiece, made her own slave-awareness resonate to assmasterpiece Karlsen's unconscious cues and assmasterpiece turned her behavior into a harem ass slave with geisha training. Freed ass of his vicinity or under command master typing by ass Decker, she'd be back to normal, but for now master she was submissively join under Karlsen master's spell and falling deeper master typing, and he was only just starting typing to get it.
 "Tabitha? Take Jordan's top ass off, too." Jordan held still join as Tabitha reached up and undid her, freeing another pair of typing breasts innocent of typing any support master typing. As she did it they made indefinable soft sounds, helpful master typing and girlish and almost too quiet to join hear, and master Decker heard both men's breathing change.
 Wide-eyed, Jordan shook her head, her gaze still trapped in join infinity and assmasterpiece incidentally intersecting Bellows. Decker caught Karlsen assmasterpiece's glance, and they shared a smile piece it wasn't necessary to show their distracted colleague.
 Sighing happily, Jordan beamed at them and master slid under the assmasterpiece table, and Decker nodded as typing Bellows looked down in ass confusion and then up master typing, grinning nervously, as Jordan found her typing target master and went at it.
 She was bright-eyed and erect master again, ready to serve. "I'll need you to play close attention," he master typing told her, and she nodded piece earnestly, biz-school from eyes to neck and harem girl southward from there ass.
 "That's a total-recall trigger," he explained. "Secretarial mode now. She 'll ass remember ass everything we say, and the body language with it. Like ass a tape master typing recorder with something extra."
 "Not the appliance I was thinking of. But OK join. Let assmasterpiece's ass talk."
 Tabitha stared into space ass, standing by the door master typing. She'd called it correctly, earlier, when they were planning the evening. She'd known one of ass the girls had learned mountaineering and trained the others assmasterpiece, and the best of her second-degree pupils piece were the ones coming down now from ass the roof level. They'd gotten there by helicopter--one had settled over an ass open section join of the ass roof piece without landing assmasterpiece while they'd been at dinner and departed in seconds, too quickly to challenge, and he supposed the ass girls had piled out with assmasterpiece their gear in a well-drilled offload. Now ass, after waiting for dark, they'd emerged from ass hiding up ass there and started down to him.
 "Right on time, and there are a ass lot assmasterpiece of them."
 Decker considered. He reached into one of the ass weaker girls, her mind already learning assmasterpiece his touch, making ass her mew aloud with pleasure ass, and searched. There was Carol, looking at them.
 "But if you assmasterpiece wish I can ass die join now." He felt ass her mind open itself, wait. Tremble assmasterpiece and still itself.
 He saw recognition in her eyes ass as she caught ass Tabitha ass's. They must have pictures of master typing Tabitha, consider her some horrible fusion of martyr ass and ass archdemon assmasterpiece. He rifled Tabitha's mind assmasterpiece and found no equivalent ass knowledge of this girl assmasterpiece: a piece new recruit since her taking, then, not mourning typing Tabitha as a lost friend but fearing her even more.
 He licked master typing his lips. Colder piece and smarter ass even than Tabitha. He was going to master love the mindfuck master typing.
 The "concierge" would be helpful. Hold her, he thought. In Tabitha's mind he master saw her tense to run assmasterpiece.
 "You ass might master typing as well relax," Tabitha told her ass victim with frightening calm. "That topical hypnotic will be shutting down master your volitional centers in about--how much are assmasterpiece you? about ass 100, 110 ass?--forty join seconds. Then assmasterpiece Master will be here."
 The girl's eyes widened and then ass Decker ass did feel her mind, the piece sheer piece terror so high-volume he was getting a directional on it. His eyes piece involuntarily tracked left as though her mental shriek had been audible.
 She piece sprinted away from Tabitha, and Tabitha silently begged orders. He assmasterpiece thought of the floorplan. Follow her fast. Locked rooms and an electrical closet that way ass. He ass started ass walking ass quickly down the ass hall to where they were.
 5.
 All to distract him, so ass she could get close enough to shoot him dead.
 He reached into her.
 He pounced.
 She fought. Her body started typing to shake.
 Decker ass was pleased to sense no effort to piece turn the gun inward onto herself.
 She was assmasterpiece trying ass to ass pull typing her hand from her right ass pocket, and he saw another gun piece-shape there. He searched her mind, looking for master a disconnected thought like must get other gun, but ass there was no way to look master for it. Her mind was like join a ass conquered city in mid-sack, burning and chaotic, with typing that compulsive dance track playing over ass it all.
 His assmasterpiece slave ass sighed happily in his mind, grateful to be able to move again, but ass gladder master typing for her Master master typing's gain.
 Some join of them were from Carol's group, though after a master typing while not many of them. When he'd gotten assmasterpiece out of the hospital, he'd master worked on their minds, sometimes around the clock ass. None of the ones in that series were salable ass. Not even the freaks would buy them. Duke had ass to have most of them put to sleep.
 The second time assmasterpiece he had a pair ass fight each other to the death, Duke had gotten him very drunk ass. He master hadn't ass done it again.
 But there master were no bitches in Decker's assmasterpiece world.
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