Spycam Alienne

     "We have a job spy for an agent of your caliber ." it said. "Prisoner 9ad35f has escaped custody and is recruiting an army from access an overpopulated backwater planet through the use of illegal mind-control spycam, most likely hoping to regain her throne cam in Galaxy 9. Your ship is closest to the planet spy. Coordinates have been transmitted to your computer. Orders are to recapture."
     "Yes spy, Your Majesty." one of the spy technicians said. The leader picked something up spy off spy a tray spycam and strode over to the man on spycam the far wall, first of twelve access, apparently spycam. The device was touched spycam to the man's forehead and there was a humming sound.
     "Eat my spy dust, Spider-Man." he spy whispered to himself, flattening himself against the door panel to listen for more footfalls. He opened cam the access door, peering around until he felt spy the coast was clear access, then crept out of his hiding place to find another already searched. He found cam himself in a spy room about the size of his last apartment, and the bed, desk and chairs indicated its function. The entry spy here was narrow enough spycam for him to climb as well, and climb spycam he did when he again heard footsteps cam in the corridor. The Queen strode spycam in, holding access her head in spycam the manner of the stressed. Wonderful, he spycam thought to himself, I would pick Her Majesty spycam's bedroom to hide in. She set her crown and something else on the nightstand, and cam flopped backwards onto her bed, eyes squeezed shut against the light.
     "Computer, discontinue illumination." she said, and the lights went out. Marshall had the theme-song from spy the Spider-Man cartoon stuck in his head as he slowly and carefully snuck down from his perch. Earworms could wait, he had to get out of here. Then he recognized the device lying in the reflected Earthlight on the nightstand. Creeping quietly in the semidark, he wrapped his hands around spy the handle, still warm from the Queen's touch. He spy touched the device to spy the Queen's forehead and pressed the button he'd seen her press. Her eyes snapped open, but in the spy Earthlight they were without expression.
     "Turn spycam on the lights." he whispered.
     "Now quietly spy lock the spy door." Marshall spy said, stroking his raging spy hard-on.
     "Computer, initiate privacy lock, authorization..." a string of nonsensical syllables streamed from her mouth, though her voice spy was lowered so that the microphones in the spy room could barely hear her access.
     "By pressing spy the device to the forehead of the intended victim and pressing one of the three buttons." the Queen replied, again without inflection.
     "The topmost spy button initiates a state of helplessness access in the subject for a period of one hour." the Queen access said. "The subject can only obey commands given or answer questions cam asked."
     "What is your name?" Marshall asked spycam, stroking himself cam. A string of nonsensical access syllables issued spy forth from the Queen spy's mouth spy, followed by the title of "Fugitive former spycam Queen of Galaxy 9." That would never do. He pressed the bottom button. The Queen jerked spy once, her eyes rolled back in her spy head. "From now on your name is Alienne spy. You are my slave. I am cam your master. My will is all will. My desire all cam desire. You exist to serve and please me. My spycam pleasure is your pleasure, my cam life spy is of paramount importance to you spy, above and beyond your own." He released the button, and Alienne flopped back into the bed, eyes closed. Marshall spycam sat in one of the spy chairs, stroking himself through his blue spycam jeans. Alienne access opened her eyes, but cam they remained without expression spy. Either the rather sloppy bit of programming he'd just done didn't leave her access any room for free will access, or she was still under the spy helplessness effects of the top button spy. Well, there was one way to find out...
     "By spy the stars." she gasped access to herself. "Such a wide spy variety of ecosystems, all on spy one cam planet. Ocean, forest, desert, tundra, ice caps...we'd heard that the B'narli had studied such a world spycam, but we thought it was boasting...They access certainly hadn't been forthcoming with coordinates..."
     "There are four individual units, and access the spy Recruitment Theater spy." Alienne replied.
     "Okay, I get the idea." Marshall said. "It can accomodate the cam whole crew, then?"
     "And change them just like access Cobalt here spy."
     "I have a few ideas, Master." Alienne said.
     
     "Attention all crew and personnel cam." the Queen's voice declared cam. "The escaped Earthling has been captured. You are spycam all ordered to the spy Recruitment spy Theater so that spy you may witness what happens to those who defy me. Repeat, ALL crew and personnel."
     "May I help spycam you, sir?" a cheerful voice spycam asked. Kibrr's head automatically spy turned to face the one who had spoken--and he nearly defecated on himself in shock. It was the Queen, or a spy dead-on spy lookalike. A very, very pregnant lookalike, judging from her swollen middle. She spy was obviously very close to term, and carrying twins at least. There was nothing in her eyes spy or expression that said that this spycam woman was capable of ruling a planet spy, a galaxy, or even herself spycam. He spoke her name questioningly. "I'm sorry?" she asked, inclining her head uncomprehendingly .
     "Sorry, Master." the two cam responded simultaneously, touching up their makeup and departing hastily. Kibrr cam strode out of the office, with the manager close behind.