A regal housewife-looking woman strode into the room, her six-inch heels housewife making housewife her stand over the 1 rest of the women. Like them, 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 her revealing, leatherlike catsuit, shelving her breasts as if to taunt those who beheld them pictures with the knowledge that they would never know the supple softness displayed housewife so enticingly housewife1on1 before them. Unlike the rest, she wore a long, flowing cape that hid her most likely delectible ass, and a glistening 1, jeweled crown.
"Yes, Your Majesty." one of the technicians said. The leader picked something up 1 off a tray and housewife1on1 strode over to the man on the far wall, first of twelve, apparently. The device was touched to the man's forehead and 1 there was a humming housewife1on1 sound.
"Lower the restraining field." the woman commanded the technicians. They complied, and the man slid down the wall housewife1on1. "Now, slave, to the center of the room , and disrobe." she housewife commanded. The 1 man moved in 1 blank-faced obedience housewife. The leader's back was to him as she began to examine her first victim. "No, no housewife, no 1." she 1 said after housewife a few minutes. "This will never do. He housewife hasn housewife1on1't the endurance to make a halfway 1 decent minion." She looked directly in his eyes. "Walk housewife into that room over there." she said, pointing to a door which opened pictures for the man. He housewife1on1 obeyed, and 1 the door was closed. A monitor lowered itself from the ceiling as doors on the other side of the room the man was in opened on stars, and he was blown out into space 1. The other men gulped nervously. "Close the bay door and re-pressurize the airlock." the leader said, striding purposefully to the next man in line. Nervously, Marshall inched his arm 1 to housewife1on1 the housewife left pictures. He managed to housewife1on1 shift 1 his butt 1 next, followed by his leg housewife. Inch by extruciating inch, he shifted to the side, hoping to encounter the housewife outer 1 edge of the restraining field pictures and housewife escape its hold on him.
"Wonderful." he muttered housewife to himself before he realized housewife the narrowness of 1 the passage...
"What housewife1on1 is your name?" Marshall asked, stroking housewife himself. A string of nonsensical housewife1on1 syllables housewife1on1 issued forth from the Queen's mouth, followed by the title housewife1on1 of "Fugitive former Queen of Galaxy on 9." That would never do. He pressed the housewife1on1 bottom button. The Queen jerked once, her eyes rolled back in her head. "From housewife1on1 now on your name is Alienne. You are housewife my housewife1on1 slave. I am your master housewife. My will is housewife1on1 all will. My desire 1 all desire. You exist to serve and please me housewife. My housewife1on1 pleasure housewife is your pleasure, my life is of paramount importance housewife to you, above and beyond your own." He released housewife1on1 the button, and Alienne flopped back into housewife the housewife bed, eyes closed. Marshall sat in one of the chairs, stroking housewife himself through his blue jeans housewife1on1. Alienne opened 1 her eyes 1, but they remained housewife without expression. Either the rather housewife sloppy bit of programming he'd just done didn't leave her any room for free will, or she was housewife still under the housewife helplessness effects of the top button. Well, there was one housewife1on1 way to find housewife out...
"Is that how you program your human 'recruits?'" Marshall asked.
"Yes, Master." Alienne responded.
"Give credit where it's housewife1on1 due, sweet cheeks." he said. "This is MY idea . Now 1, Alienne, find her a chair. She's housewife going to housewife1on1 want housewife to see this." Alienne lowered the blast shield and housewife picked her dazed sister up in her arms and planted her in the empty housewife front-row seat. Master strode over and unzipped the front of her Galactic Agent uniform.
"Nowhere in all my years have I ever seen such behavior." he muttered to housewife himself.
"What of the ships?" Kibrr asked.
"I have a V.I.P. room downstairs pictures if housewife you'd like some housewife1on1 'specialty food.'" the manager housewife said.
