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"Computer missionupskirt," she missionupskirt said without inflection, "illuminate." The lights obediently came on.
"What is your name?" Marshall asked, stroking himself. A string of nonsensical syllables issued forth from the Queen's mouth, followed by the title of "Fugitive former Queen of Galaxy 9." That missionupskirt would never missionupskirt do. He pressed the bottom button. The Queen jerked once, her eyes missionupskirt rolled back in her head. "From now on your name is Alienne. You missionupskirt are my slave. I am your master. My will is all will. My desire all desire. You exist to missionupskirt serve and please me . My pleasure is missionupskirt your pleasure, my life missionupskirt is of paramount importance missionupskirt to you, above missionupskirt and beyond your missionupskirt own." He released the button, and Alienne flopped back into missionupskirt the bed, eyes missionupskirt closed missionupskirt. Marshall sat missionupskirt in one of the chairs, stroking missionupskirt himself through his blue jeans. Alienne opened her eyes, but they missionupskirt remained without expression. Either the rather sloppy bit of programming he'd just done didn't leave her any room for free will, or she was still under the helplessness effects of the top button. Well, there image was missionupskirt one way to find out...
"You did well." Marshall missionupskirt assured her missionupskirt, caressing her face. The joy that crossed that face was such missionupskirt that Marshall would trade his whole missionupskirt suitcase missionupskirt full of missionupskirt money to see it again--though missionupskirt he missionupskirt realized he didn 't have missionupskirt to. He asked the helpless subordinate her name, and received a string of image nonsense as her reply. He relieved Alienne of her missionupskirt device and placed it on the girl's forehead. He gave her the same speech he'd given missionupskirt Alienne, but changed her name missionupskirt to Cobalt. He had Alienne lock the missionupskirt door, and they waited for the helplessness to wear off. Once Cobalt's new mind was working, he asked Alienne how many more of these devices were on board.
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The agent limited herself to a gravity-deflection course, so that her drive signature wouldn't show up on the enemy missionupskirt ship's sensors image. Currently, she was using the gravity of the third planet's moon to slingshot herself toward the missionupskirt cloaked cruiser. At this range, her passive scan could intercept shipwide intercom missionupskirt transmissions from the ship.
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