"Now, how do you feel, my pet?" Marcus asked Sarah, after he reconditioned her.
"Very good, Master," she said, smiling at the man who stood before her, her eyes gazing upon him with adoration.
"Come here and please me," Marcus said, sitting down on a nearby chair.
Sarah crawled across the floor, her breasts swaying from side-to-side, and eagerly removed her master's penis from his pants. Then she began to suck it.
"Very good. Very good," Marcus said, sitting back and enjoying his slave's work.
"Are you going to help me or what?" Kendall asked the burly man. The guy wasn't helping in the slightest. And that was really pissing the agent off.
"Master says ..."
"Damn the master!" Kendall yelled.
The burly man's eyes went wide, then he darted towards the corner of the room and cowered there, hiding himself.
Kendall grunted, then turned away from him. No help there. Whatever that mind controller did to him, he's completely worthless now, he thought. He looked around the room. Four walls, no windows. But there was a door. It was a panel-type door that blended with the wall, but there was no discernible way to open it. If Kendall and the other guy were meant to be slaves, then perhaps this room was some sort of prison cell or holding area. Getting in was easy, getting out was hard.
So there was only one way out. He had to wait until someone entered, then overpower them and get out through the open door. But how long would he have to wait?
"Is the signal still being sent?" Agent Folmer asked Morris, as he and his partner Agent Willis got in their car.
"For the moment," Morris said, getting into the back seat.
"Uh, Bertman," Willis said, after getting inside the car. "You don't have to come with us."
"No, I should," Morris said. "I mean, you might need my help."
Willis looked at Folmer, who just shrugged. Then Folmer started the car and they drove off to Agent Kendall's rescue.
