The so comm unit beeped. A slender coeds hand cal rose socalcoeds from the coeds helm so to activate socalcoeds the socalcoeds screen. The so face on that screen was that of a crustacean pics race known for succinctness. The socalcoeds being's eyes arts blinked on their pics stalks.
"Understood coeds." the pilot acknowledged cal arts, turning off visual. She brought her ship about on cal the new heading and entered the coded sequence to enable the Singularity Jump.
"Yes, Your so Majesty so." one of the technicians said. The leader picked something up off a socalcoeds tray and so strode coeds over to the socalcoeds man on the far wall, first of cal twelve, apparently. The device was touched to the man's forehead and there so was so a humming sound.
Two Singularity Jumps coeds had pics brought the cal agent to the system indicated cal on her navigation chart. She recognized the ship berthed socalcoeds in a visual-stealth field above so one of the major continents. Her socalcoeds sister had designed that ship socalcoeds herself, before using it socalcoeds to usurp their so father's so throne. Now the agent would finally restore honor to the Royal Family, even though Galaxy 9 was now so a democracy. She had lived in shame cal arts too cal arts long to let her family meet a sullied end socalcoeds. She engaged stealth mode as she passed the ninth planet.
"Computer," she said without inflection, "illuminate." The lights obediently came on.
"What does each button do?" Marshall asked, impatient so. In her current state, she so was like a computer, he realized. He had to ask the right questions for the coeds result he cal wanted.
"The arts second button is for memory erasure." the Queen replied. "Episodic personal memory is erased by temporal units demarked by coeds beeps of varying frequencies."
"What is your name?" Marshall asked, stroking himself. A string of nonsensical so syllables issued forth from the Queen's mouth, followed by the title of "Fugitive former Queen of Galaxy 9 so." That would cal arts never do. He pressed the bottom button. The Queen jerked once cal, her eyes rolled back in her head. "From now socalcoeds on your name is Alienne. You are my slave. I am your master. My will is all will. My desire all desire. You exist to serve and please me. My socalcoeds pleasure is cal arts your pleasure, my life cal is of paramount importance so to arts you, above and so beyond your own so." He released the button, and Alienne flopped back into the bed, eyes closed. Marshall sat in one so of the chairs socalcoeds, stroking himself through his blue jeans. Alienne opened her eyes, but they remained without expression pics. Either the rather sloppy so bit of programming he'd just done didn't leave her cal any room coeds for free will, or she was still socalcoeds under socalcoeds the helplessness effects of the top button. Well socalcoeds, there was one way to find out...
A chime woke him, and he panicked as he realized it was his enslaved Queen's doorbell. He hid himself in the closet and told Alienne to act as so she socalcoeds previously would so have and pretend socalcoeds he wasn't there, in cal such a way as to not arouse so suspicion. He so listened as some subbie reported so that arts the so escaped cal arts prisonar--Marshall--had not been located, and Alienne, in her role as her former cal, royal-bitch cal self, administered a suitable tirade. There were sounds of arts fear and supplication, cut off by socalcoeds a humming sound.
"Step inside." Alienne commanded socalcoeds. The door hissed closed. Alienne appeared at the coeds closet socalcoeds door and indicated that it was safe to emerge. A woman who could be mistaken for Asian if it weren't for the fact that she coeds stood approximately 5 so'10" and had socalcoeds mid-back length cobalt-blue hair stood in the center of the room, her face showing so the same lack of mental presence that Alienne had shown pics. "She knows nothing except what she arts is told, Master." Alienne said. "I was unsure so how you coeds would feel if cal arts I were so to simply kill her, but she is no longer a threat."
In his arts human guise, Agent coeds Kibrr checked the wrist-mounted scanner socalcoeds again. The remains of socalcoeds the Queen's vessel should be somewhere around here, he surmised. There was no cal evidence of a crash. There was only a local eating establishment. His cal scanner coeds said the power eminations were pics coming from beneath. He quelled his nausea. The humans were among those so races that liked to eat dead things. Sometimes he pitied them cal. They never got the satisfaction of feeling socalcoeds their prey squirm in futility as powerful throat muscles pulled socalcoeds it down to their stomachs. He opened the little metal door, and immediately beheld so a cal arts very familiar face--a so former princess and former Galactic Agent cal. She was alive? Yes, apparently she was, and so was something else if the bulge in her midsection arts was not to so be mistaken.
"The girls are under instructions to bring people here who ask about star agents so or galaxy queens." the human said, putting away his sexual equipment. When so he was so properly coeds situated, he socalcoeds rose and cleansed his hands at a so sanitary facility nearby. Only when his hands were dry did he cal extend one to Kibrr. "If so you're worried about Queen so What's-Her-Name taking over this or any other socalcoeds world, relax so." He pressed a socalcoeds device into Kibrr's hand. "I assure you coeds, sir, that socalcoeds that woman no longer exists." Kibrr looked at the socalcoeds device and failed to repress a shudder. These socalcoeds things had been cal arts outlawed so in a socalcoeds thousand systems.
"Hey, Fatass!" the manager called.
"A little bit of vengeance." the manager explained as socalcoeds he walked Kibrr to his ground-conveyance. "I used arts to work for him, practically at gunpoint, but that's the way it used to be."
"How the mighty have fallen coeds." he sighed, climbing out of one vehicle and shuffling happily to the other so. Another conveyance rattled the gravel and parked next to his own, and the former Queen pulled herself from it with so difficulty. She withdrew a box from the back seat and hobbled so to the ramp.
The so comm unit beeped. A slender coeds hand cal rose socalcoeds from the coeds helm so to activate socalcoeds the socalcoeds screen. The so face on that screen was that of a crustacean pics race known for succinctness. The socalcoeds being's eyes arts blinked on their pics stalks.
"What does each button do?" Marshall asked, impatient so. In her current state, she so was like a computer, he realized. He had to ask the right questions for the coeds result he cal wanted.
"The arts second button is for memory erasure." the Queen replied. "Episodic personal memory is erased by temporal units demarked by coeds beeps of varying frequencies."
"What is your name?" Marshall asked, stroking himself. A string of nonsensical so syllables issued forth from the Queen's mouth, followed by the title of "Fugitive former Queen of Galaxy 9 so." That would cal arts never do. He pressed the bottom button. The Queen jerked once cal, her eyes rolled back in her head. "From now socalcoeds on your name is Alienne. You are my slave. I am your master. My will is all will. My desire all desire. You exist to serve and please me. My socalcoeds pleasure is cal arts your pleasure, my life cal is of paramount importance so to arts you, above and so beyond your own so." He released the button, and Alienne flopped back into the bed, eyes closed. Marshall sat in one so of the chairs socalcoeds, stroking himself through his blue jeans. Alienne opened her eyes, but they remained without expression pics. Either the rather sloppy so bit of programming he'd just done didn't leave her cal any room coeds for free will, or she was still socalcoeds under socalcoeds the helplessness effects of the top button. Well socalcoeds, there was one way to find out...
A chime woke him, and he panicked as he realized it was his enslaved Queen's doorbell. He hid himself in the closet and told Alienne to act as so she socalcoeds previously would so have and pretend socalcoeds he wasn't there, in cal such a way as to not arouse so suspicion. He so listened as some subbie reported so that arts the so escaped cal arts prisonar--Marshall--had not been located, and Alienne, in her role as her former cal, royal-bitch cal self, administered a suitable tirade. There were sounds of arts fear and supplication, cut off by socalcoeds a humming sound.
"Step inside." Alienne commanded socalcoeds. The door hissed closed. Alienne appeared at the coeds closet socalcoeds door and indicated that it was safe to emerge. A woman who could be mistaken for Asian if it weren't for the fact that she coeds stood approximately 5 so'10" and had socalcoeds mid-back length cobalt-blue hair stood in the center of the room, her face showing so the same lack of mental presence that Alienne had shown pics. "She knows nothing except what she arts is told, Master." Alienne said. "I was unsure so how you coeds would feel if cal arts I were so to simply kill her, but she is no longer a threat."
"The girls are under instructions to bring people here who ask about star agents so or galaxy queens." the human said, putting away his sexual equipment. When so he was so properly coeds situated, he socalcoeds rose and cleansed his hands at a so sanitary facility nearby. Only when his hands were dry did he cal extend one to Kibrr. "If so you're worried about Queen so What's-Her-Name taking over this or any other socalcoeds world, relax so." He pressed a socalcoeds device into Kibrr's hand. "I assure you coeds, sir, that socalcoeds that woman no longer exists." Kibrr looked at the socalcoeds device and failed to repress a shudder. These socalcoeds things had been cal arts outlawed so in a socalcoeds thousand systems.
"A little bit of vengeance." the manager explained as socalcoeds he walked Kibrr to his ground-conveyance. "I used arts to work for him, practically at gunpoint, but that's the way it used to be."
