Alienne

     "We have a job for an agent of your nude caliber." it said . "Prisoner 9ad35f has escaped custody and is lesbiannude recruiting an army from an overpopulated backwater planet through lesbian the use of illegal mind-control, most lesbian likely lesbiannude hoping to regain her throne in Galaxy 9. Your ship is closest lesbian to the lesbian planet lesbian. Coordinates have been transmitted to your computer. Orders are to recapture."
     "Understood." the pilot acknowledged lesbian, turning off visual. She brought her ship nude about lesbian on the new heading and lesbiannude entered the coded sequence to enable the Singularity Jump.
     
     
     Marshall ducked into the first lesbian door he found which didn't look like an lesbiannude airlock. He heard footsteps coming lesbian, but there was no lesbian place to hide in the janitor's lesbiannude closet.
     "Now quietly lock the door." Marshall said, stroking his raging hard-on.
     "Now, how do I lesbiannude work this thing?" he asked, worried about lesbian the three different buttons, the topmost lesbiannude of lesbiannude which he had pressed.
     "The second button is for memory erasure." the Queen replied. "Episodic personal memory lesbian is erased by temporal units demarked by beeps of varying frequencies."
     
     A chime woke him, and he panicked as he realized it was lesbian his enslaved Queen's lesbian doorbell. He hid himself in the closet lesbian and told Alienne to act as she previously would lesbian have and pretend he join wasn't there, in such a way as to not arouse suspicion. He listened as some subbie reported that the escaped prisonar--Marshall--had not been located, and Alienne, in her role as her former, royal-bitch self, administered a suitable tirade. There were sounds of fear and supplication, cut lesbian off join by a lesbian humming sound.
     "Is that how you program your human 'recruits?'" Marshall lesbian asked.
     "Yes, Master." Alienne responded.
     
     Laser fire sounded from the theater entrance, breaking the closed lesbian, but lesbian unlocked, shackles which appeared to bind Master to lesbiannude an inclined table. He slid down and hid behind the table. Alienne nude raised a blast-shield around her control panel.
     "Nowhere in all lesbiannude my years have I ever seen such behavior." he muttered to himself.
     "Sorry, Master." the two responded simultaneously, touching up their join makeup and departing hastily. Kibrr strode out of the lesbiannude office, with the manager close behind.
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