Fucking Alienne

     "I said I wouldn't assfuckingatfuckingmachines touch site that if I ass were you." Strauss replied.
     The comm assfuckingatfuckingmachines unit beeped. A slender hand rose from the ass helm assfuckingatfuckingmachines to activate the screen. The assfuckingatfuckingmachines face on that ass screen was that of ass a crustacean race known for succinctness. The fucking being's eyes blinked on their stalks.
     "Understood." the pilot acknowledged, turning off visual assfuckingatfuckingmachines. She brought her ship site about on the new heading assfuckingatfuckingmachines and entered the coded sequence to at enable the Singularity Jump.
     
     "Yes, Your Majesty." one of the technicians ass said. The leader picked something up off a tray and strode over to the man on fucking the far wall, first of twelve, apparently. The device was fucking touched to the man machines's forehead ass and there fucking was machines a humming sound.
     
     
     The pressure-sensitive wall ass panel emitted a assfuckingatfuckingmachines chirruping alarm as it suddenly ass registered no input assfuckingatfuckingmachines from its occupant. The Queen and the technicians site turned ass in surprise, seeing only a white rectangle glowing whiter as ass it fucking attempted to re-acquire ass its prisoner by fucking extending its attraction field.
     "Computer assfuckingatfuckingmachines, discontinue illumination." she said, and the assfuckingatfuckingmachines lights went out. Marshall had the fucking theme-song from fucking the Spider-Man cartoon stuck in his head as he slowly and carefully ass snuck down from his perch. Earworms fucking could wait, he had to get out of here. Then he recognized the fucking device lying in the reflected Earthlight on the nightstand. Creeping quietly in the semidark, he wrapped his hands site around the handle, still fucking warm fucking from the Queen's touch. He touched assfuckingatfuckingmachines the device machines to the Queen's forehead assfuckingatfuckingmachines and pressed the button fucking he'd seen her press. Her eyes snapped open, but in the Earthlight they were without expression.
     "Next?"
     "What is your name site?" Marshall asked, stroking himself. A string of nonsensical syllables issued forth from the Queen's mouth, followed by the ass title of "Fugitive former Queen of Galaxy 9." That would never do. He assfuckingatfuckingmachines pressed the bottom button. The Queen jerked once, her fucking eyes rolled back ass in her head. "From now on your name is machines Alienne. You are my slave. I am your master. My will is all will assfuckingatfuckingmachines. My desire all desire. You exist to serve and please me. My pleasure is your pleasure, my life is of paramount importance to you, above and beyond your own." He released the button, and Alienne assfuckingatfuckingmachines flopped back into the bed, eyes closed. Marshall sat in one of the chairs, stroking fucking himself through his blue ass jeans ass. Alienne opened her eyes, but they remained without expression. Either the rather sloppy bit of programming he'd just done assfuckingatfuckingmachines didn ass't leave her site any room for free will, or she was still under the helplessness effects of the top button fucking. Well, there was one way ass to find out...
     "By the stars!" she machines gasped to herself. "Such a wide variety of ecosystems, all on one assfuckingatfuckingmachines planet! Ocean, forest, desert, tundra, ice caps...we'd heard that the B'narli had studied such a world, but we thought it was boasting...They certainly ass hadn't been forthcoming with ass coordinates..."
     "I have a few ideas, Master." Alienne ass said.
     The assfuckingatfuckingmachines agent limited herself to a gravity assfuckingatfuckingmachines-deflection course, so that her drive ass signature wouldn't show up on the ass enemy ship's fucking sensors. Currently, she was using assfuckingatfuckingmachines the gravity of fucking the third planet assfuckingatfuckingmachines's ass moon to ass slingshot fucking herself toward the assfuckingatfuckingmachines cloaked cruiser. At this range, her passive scan could intercept shipwide intercom transmissions from the ship.
     "Give credit where it's due, sweet assfuckingatfuckingmachines cheeks." he said fucking. "This is fucking MY idea. Now, Alienne, find fucking her a chair. She's going to want to see this machines." Alienne lowered the blast shield and picked her dazed sister up in her arms and planted her in the empty front-row seat. Master strode over and unzipped the front of her Galactic Agent ass uniform.
     "Don't assfuckingatfuckingmachines know about any Queen assfuckingatfuckingmachines, except on fucking the assfuckingatfuckingmachines jukebox." the woman called Astra said. "Take him to see the boss, Alienne."
     "What of the ships ass?" Kibrr asked.
     "I fucking have a V.I.P. room downstairs if you'd like some 'specialty food.'" the manager said.