 He looked down cum at Tabitha's lustrous winter-wheat fiesta cascade of hair between his legs, enjoying its delicate movement. The brain under that mane belonged to him completely cumfiesta, and cumfiesta sometimes he liked to have her tell him so, but the point was cum that this blowjob wasn't wasted. He could stop fiesta her now and pick it cum up later and cumfiesta she'd have the same enthusiasm.
 Maybe they were just losers, Decker thought. Payback might cum be a bitch, but there were no bitches in Decker's world.
 "They're still using that pop bimbo's music to make their thoughts hard to read fiesta." It was one of the memories he cumfiesta'd locked away cumfiesta in Tabitha, reviewed when he'd taken and turned her cum. The cum girls she cum'd been with had let that teacher of theirs hypnotize them to help cum them fiesta focus and to learn tricks like this annoyingly effective crap with Normandy Swords, or whatever her sprightly little name was. Part of the cumfiesta little commando thing they'd surprised his outfit with when he'd swept down on their tony little private school. Didn't hurt that they were mostly well-off, and able cum to buy image the arsenal and all the fancy cumfiesta equipment.
 In the receding cum beat of the cumfiesta rotors, telling Duke not to cum let anyone try to shoot it down, he looked cum into his cumfiesta new captive cum and saw not the slightest trace of fantasy cum-submission or cum slutness of any variety. Tabitha was cum looking at spending the rest of cumfiesta her life as a conditioned cum sex slave cum with disgust and terror and not even thinking she'd be taught to enjoy it. Ballsy enough to risk it anyway, so her friends could cum rescue the cum others and get away.
 "Just thinking cum outta the cum box, Cap," he'd said the cum first time they cum saw a newsgroup immortalizing Decker's cum alias, after Duke's little concept with the twins who just loved each other had gone over big. A cum fuck-video staple, come to glorious life as Decker's new cumfiesta signature.
 The richer one cumfiesta, Karlsen, stared at them, smiling but watching them in fiesta an cum open way he probably wouldn't have looked at a twenty-dollar hooker back when that was what he could afford. Tabitha played up to him quietly, letting him watch, and consistently played Jordan to him.
 She turned elegantly, managing to keep cum part of her attention cumfiesta fixed on Karlsen. "Yes, Mr Decker?"
 "Strip to the waist cum."
 "Tabitha? Take Jordan's top cumfiesta off, too." Jordan held still as Tabitha reached up and undid her, freeing another cum pair of cum breasts innocent of any support. As she cum did it they image made indefinable cum soft sounds, helpful fiesta and girlish and cum almost too quiet to hear, and image Decker heard both men cumfiesta's breathing change.
 "I'm a prostitute," Jordan declared with quiet determination cum, sounding even younger than the ex-schoolgirl she cum was.
 Decker knew he'd make an offer for Tabitha later, even knowing he'd be turned down. If only to prove his good taste. He hoped he'd make it cum in front of her.
 "Tabbycat?" he said.
 The trigger hit her as it usually did cumfiesta, and she cum swayed a bit more, almost gasping and barely able to keep her eyelids above her pupils. "Yes,
 Karlsen, still mesmerized image by her cum tits, was yet able to stop the cum first cum and less intelligent response image before saying it.
 The entry alarms came on like cum a chandelier on the computer screen cum as the girls cumfiesta invaded his rented domain cum simultaneously. He imagined the cum taut, black-clad bodies floating gracefully in the windows, deploying into the studied rooms like dancers hitting cum their marks.
 No. It didn't feel right.
 Without selves to image lose. they were immune.
 He watched the intruders slacken cum. He sent two of the slaves to cumfiesta resecure cumfiesta the windows they cumfiesta'd broken through, and the cumfiesta slaves stepped absently around their twitching cumfiesta would-be rescuers to obey the imperative in their cum minds. Nothing else happened. One girl cum, sitting open-mouthed and drooling under cum one of the windows cum, must cum have been outside watching their back cumfiesta, and made the mistake of peering in to see what the noise cumfiesta was.
 Tabitha went to fetch her.
 Decker peered into the first room, seeing a few still weakly struggling--if she could give a girl that much resistance, maybe Carol did cum have talents cum as a trainer he could exploit cum once cum she worshipped him. Once he taught her to fiesta know that freedom cum wasn't the desired end state, but the problem to be solved cum. He commanded cum the cum slaves to cumfiesta close the windows and cumfiesta went to do the same at the third suite.
 He licked his lips. Colder and smarter even than Tabitha. He was cum going to love the mindfuck.
 Careful, Tabby. He pursed cum his lips. Gun out, but only if she's armed.
 Yes, Master. Thank you cumfiesta. She knew she was worth more to him than a hysterical captive.
 She'd cut cum deep cumfiesta and completely severed her carotid artery, and she'd already bled out. Her eyes stared past the circuit breaker box above her cum.
 He looked at her eyes first, even before the cum gun. Neither eyes nor gun wavered, until she cut cum her gaze over. The closet door fiesta stood out into the hall between her cum and the dead girl, but she could see the splayed legs, the stain cum still cum scarlet around them and wide. The way the droplets had cum flown cum and landed.
 He reached into her image.
 Relax.
 Relax, her mind answered, and he heard the beat of the song in it cum. Her arm began to bend, to sink. Her cumfiesta will was bending.
 Relax. Decker cum stepped aside, and the gun didn't cum follow, though her eyes, glazing and frantic, tried to.
 She was crying now, and groaning quietly behind closed lips. She was just cum resisting, perhaps no longer even sure why.
 Take out . . . the other gun, her cum mind chanted in cadence cum with the image song, and he felt the cum first cum warm moist cum flood of affirmative submission. Her hand started cumfiesta to move. In her mind, he saw cum the hand reach down to the Black queen--and replace it with a pawn. All backward; pawns were queened, not queens cumfiesta reduced. Had she foreseen her own defeat? Erased it from everyone else cum?
 Her hand cleared the pocket, gripping whatever it cum was very tightly.
 Relax.
 The unexpected impact cumfiesta of cumfiesta Tabitha pushing cum him hard to the side, getting in cumfiesta front of him.
 Duke had cum shown his wisdom in the end, deputizing the cum cleverest and then cumfiesta just looming over them to keep them honest. He'd been the cum one to come cumfiesta to the cum hospital every cumfiesta day.
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