Alienne

     "Excuse ?" Marshall asked.
     
     A regal-looking woman strode into the room, her six-inch heels black making her stand black over the rest blackteenwithlegsopen of the women. Like them blackteenwithlegsopen, she would be teen six feet tall were teen she standing barefooted teen. Like them, she was well-muscled without detracting online from her beauty. Like them, she wore an armored black chestpiece over her revealing teen, leatherlike catsuit, shelving her breasts black as if black to taunt those who beheld them with the knowledge that they would never know blackteenwithlegsopen the supple softness displayed so open enticingly before them. Unlike the rest, she black wore a long, flowing cape that hid her most likely black delectible ass, and a glistening, jeweled crown.
     No need to ask who's in charge here, Marshall thought.
     
     Marshall ducked into teen the first door he found which didn't black look like an airlock teen. He heard footsteps legs coming, but there was no place to hide in the janitor's closet black.
     The door hissed open, and the black closet was searched, finding no trace of the prisoner. The searchers moved on . Marshall allowed himself to slide down the walls he'd climbed.
     "Now, how do I work blackteenwithlegsopen this thing?" he asked, worried about the three different buttons, the topmost of open which black he had pressed.
     "The topmost button initiates a state of helplessness in the subject for a period blackteenwithlegsopen of blackteenwithlegsopen one hour." the Queen said. "The subject can only obey commands given black or answer questions asked."
     "The open bottom button causes the subject to accept everything which is said to them while online it with is teen depressed, without black question. The black statement becomes part of their nature, their core blackteenwithlegsopen self." the Queen stated.
     "Step inside." Alienne commanded. The door hissed closed. Alienne appeared at the closet door and indicated online that it blackteenwithlegsopen was open safe to emerge. A woman who could be mistaken for Asian if it weren't for teen the fact that she stood approximately 5'10" and had mid-back length cobalt -blue hair stood in the center of the room, her face showing the black same lack black of mental presence that Alienne had shown. "She knows nothing except what she is told, Master teen." Alienne said blackteenwithlegsopen. "I was unsure how you would feel if I were online to simply kill black her, but she is no longer a threat."
     
     "Give credit where it's due, sweet cheeks." he black said. "This is MY idea. Now, Alienne, find her black a blackteenwithlegsopen chair. She's going to want to see this blackteenwithlegsopen." Alienne lowered the blast shield and black picked her dazed sister up in her arms and planted her in the with empty front-row seat open. Master strode over and unzipped the front of her teen Galactic Agent uniform.
     Alienne turned to black Kibrr. "Come blackteenwithlegsopen on, we'll teen talk to the manager, okay?" She grabbed him by the hand before black he could protest teen. There was a hint of her old strength there, but she had softened considerably since contact was lost with with Agent 4ff6ed, who apparently was going black by the name Astra. "Alienne" was practically bouncing with glee. Apparently the prospect teen of seeing "the manager" thrilled her. At the entrance to the medium-sized office, she released Kibrr's hand and knelt at the black side of a human dressed in the manner of those who are well-off. A female with cobalt-blue hair withdrew herself from his genitalia, and the former Queen attacked, deep-kissing apparently in an effort to glean some of this human's seed from the other female blackteenwithlegsopen's mouth.
     "What of teen the ships?" Kibrr black asked teen.
     "Sorry to have blackteenwithlegsopen troubled you." Kibrr blackteenwithlegsopen said. "It is clear to black me that the deposed Queen of black Galaxy black 9 blackteenwithlegsopen, and the threat she posed, no black longer exists. I don blackteenwithlegsopen't think I'll black need to black bring her, um, remains, with me."
     "A black little bit black of vengeance." the blackteenwithlegsopen manager explained black as online he walked Kibrr to his ground-conveyance. "I used to work black for him, practically at gunpoint, but that's the way it used to be."