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"Next?"
"What is your name?" Marshall asked, stroking himself. A pregnantbang string of pregnantbang nonsensical pregnantbang syllables issued forth from the Queen's mouth, followed by the title of "Fugitive former Queen of Galaxy 9." That would pregnantbang never do. He pressed the pregnantbang bottom pregnantbang button. The Queen jerked once, her eyes rolled back in her head. "From now on your name is Alienne. You are my slave. I am your master. My will is all will. My pregnantbang desire all desire. You exist to serve and please me. My pleasure is your pleasure, my life is of paramount pregnantbang importance pregnantbang to you, above and pregnantbang beyond your own pregnantbang." He released the button, and Alienne flopped back pregnantbang into the pregnantbang bed, eyes closed. Marshall sat in one of the chairs, stroking himself through pregnantbang his blue jeans. Alienne opened her pregnantbang eyes pregnantbang, but they remained without expression. Either the rather sloppy bit pregnantbang of programming he'd just done didn't leave her any room for free will, or she was pics still under pregnantbang the helplessness effects of pregnantbang the top button. Well, there was one way to find out...
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A chime woke pregnantbang him, and pregnantbang he panicked as he realized pregnantbang it was his enslaved Queen pregnantbang's doorbell. He hid himself in the closet and told pregnantbang Alienne to act as she previously would pregnantbang have and pretend he wasn pregnantbang't pregnantbang there, in such a way as pics to pregnantbang not arouse suspicion. He pregnantbang listened as pregnantbang some subbie reported that the escaped prisonar pregnantbang--Marshall--had not been located, and Alienne, in pregnantbang her role as her former, royal pregnantbang-bitch self, administered pregnantbang a suitable tirade. There were sounds pics of pregnantbang fear and supplication, cut off pregnantbang by a humming sound.
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"Yes, Master." Alienne responded.
"I have a few ideas, Master." Alienne pregnantbang said.
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"May I help you, sir?" a cheerful voice asked. Kibrr's head pics automatically turned to face the one who had spoken--and he nearly defecated on himself in shock. It pregnantbang was the Queen, or a dead-on lookalike. A very pregnantbang, very pregnant lookalike, judging from her swollen middle. She was pregnantbang obviously very close to term pregnantbang, and carrying twins at least. There was nothing in her eyes or expression that said that this woman was capable pregnantbang of ruling a pregnantbang planet, a galaxy, or even herself. He spoke pregnantbang her name questioningly. "I'm sorry?" she asked, inclining her head uncomprehendingly pregnantbang.
"Don't know about any Queen pregnantbang, except on pregnantbang the jukebox." the woman called Astra said. "Take him to see the boss , Alienne."
"Nowhere in all my years have I ever seen such behavior." he muttered to himself pregnantbang.
"I pregnantbang'd pregnantbang appreciate pregnantbang it if you'd discourage expeditions to pregnantbang retrieve those...'remains.'" the human said. "I've grown rather attached to them." He pregnantbang turned to his two pregnantbang pets pregnantbang. "Girls, you do have a shift to pregnantbang finish, don pregnantbang't forget."
"No, thank you, I really must be getting back to pregnantbang the Council pregnantbang." Kibrr replied.
A regal-looking woman strode into the room, her pregnantbang six-inch heels making her stand over the rest of pregnantbang the pregnantbang women pregnantbang. Like them pregnantbang, she would be six feet tall were she standing barefooted. Like them, she was well-muscled without detracting from her beauty. Like them, she wore an armored chestpiece over pregnantbang her revealing, leatherlike catsuit, shelving pregnantbang her pregnantbang breasts as if pregnantbang to taunt those who pregnantbang beheld them with pregnantbang the pregnantbang knowledge that they pregnantbang would never pregnantbang know the supple softness pregnantbang displayed so enticingly before them. Unlike the rest, she wore a long, flowing cape that hid pregnantbang her pregnantbang most likely delectible ass, and pregnantbang a glistening, jeweled pregnantbang crown.
"Next?"
"What is your name?" Marshall asked, stroking himself. A pregnantbang string of pregnantbang nonsensical pregnantbang syllables issued forth from the Queen's mouth, followed by the title of "Fugitive former Queen of Galaxy 9." That would pregnantbang never do. He pressed the pregnantbang bottom pregnantbang button. The Queen jerked once, her eyes rolled back in her head. "From now on your name is Alienne. You are my slave. I am your master. My will is all will. My pregnantbang desire all desire. You exist to serve and please me. My pleasure is your pleasure, my life is of paramount pregnantbang importance pregnantbang to you, above and pregnantbang beyond your own pregnantbang." He released the button, and Alienne flopped back pregnantbang into the pregnantbang bed, eyes closed. Marshall sat in one of the chairs, stroking himself through pregnantbang his blue jeans. Alienne opened her pregnantbang eyes pregnantbang, but they remained without expression. Either the rather sloppy bit pregnantbang of programming he'd just done didn't leave her any room for free will, or she was pics still under pregnantbang the helplessness effects of pregnantbang the top button. Well, there was one way to find out...
A chime woke pregnantbang him, and pregnantbang he panicked as he realized pregnantbang it was his enslaved Queen pregnantbang's doorbell. He hid himself in the closet and told pregnantbang Alienne to act as she previously would pregnantbang have and pretend he wasn pregnantbang't pregnantbang there, in such a way as pics to pregnantbang not arouse suspicion. He pregnantbang listened as pregnantbang some subbie reported that the escaped prisonar pregnantbang--Marshall--had not been located, and Alienne, in pregnantbang her role as her former, royal pregnantbang-bitch self, administered pregnantbang a suitable tirade. There were sounds pics of pregnantbang fear and supplication, cut off pregnantbang by a humming sound.
"You did well pregnantbang." Marshall assured her, caressing her face. The joy that crossed that pregnantbang face pregnantbang was such that Marshall pregnantbang would trade his whole suitcase full of pregnantbang money to see it pregnantbang again--though he pregnantbang realized he didn't have to. He asked the helpless subordinate her name, and received a string of nonsense as her reply pregnantbang. He relieved Alienne pregnantbang of her device and placed pregnantbang it on pregnantbang the pregnantbang girl's forehead. He gave her the same speech pregnantbang he'd given Alienne pregnantbang, but changed her name to Cobalt. He had Alienne lock the door, and they pregnantbang waited for the helplessness to wear off. Once Cobalt's new mind was working, he pregnantbang asked Alienne how many more of these devices were pregnantbang on board.
"Yes, Master." Alienne responded.
In his human guise pregnantbang, Agent Kibrr checked the wrist-mounted scanner again. The remains of the Queen's pregnantbang vessel should be somewhere around here pregnantbang, he surmised. There was no evidence pregnantbang of pregnantbang a crash. There pregnantbang was only a local eating establishment. His scanner said the pregnantbang power eminations were coming from pregnantbang beneath. He quelled his nausea. The humans pregnantbang were among pregnantbang those races that liked to eat dead pregnantbang things. Sometimes pregnantbang he pitied them pregnantbang. They never pregnantbang got the satisfaction of feeling pregnantbang their prey squirm in futility as pregnantbang powerful throat pregnantbang muscles pulled it down to their stomachs. He opened the pregnantbang little metal door, and immediately beheld a very familiar face--a former princess and former Galactic Agent. She was alive? Yes, apparently she was pregnantbang, and so was something else if pregnantbang the bulge in her pregnantbang midsection pregnantbang was pregnantbang not to be mistaken.
"Nowhere in all my years have I ever seen such behavior." he muttered to himself pregnantbang.
