"I wouldn't touch that if I sinful were movies you movies." said sinful the rotund mountain of flesh behind the desk as Marshall's fingers had begun to inch toward the handle of the metal briefcase containing his payment for the 250 MB ZIP disk in the other's hand, and the computer viruses sinful contained sinfultales thereon--one a worm which would spread to every bank sinful in the world and truncate sinful all penny-fractions from interest calculations sinful, sending those fractions of pennies to a protected account; the sinfultales second being a worm which would cause interest to be calculated daily instead sinful of quarterly; and the others being sinful mere "bodyguard sinful" viruses designed to protect the sinful worms from attack by antivirus sinful and user machinations before the March 25th deadline. The man-mountain, an organized (to the point of being obsessive-compulsive) criminal by the name of Hansel Strauss, could recognize the function of code when tales he saw it, although he had no sinful gift for programming himself. Marshall had movies inserted a function in each of his sinful viruses which would cause the stolen money to be used to pay off back taxes for Americans who owed the sinfultales IRS money, unless sinful they received a cancel tales code which would sinfultales be assigned to them upon sinful upload sinfultales by sinfultales a program he had already placed sinful on the Internet--a failsafe in case the criminal decided not to pay sinful. Strauss was wondering aloud whether he should let Marshall continue sinful in a sinful mistrustful existence, thus tales prompting Marshall's slow sinful, almost imperceptible move toward the sinful money .
"Excuse?" Marshall sinful asked.
"I said I wouldn't touch sinful that if I were you." Strauss replied.
"Yeah sinfultales?" Marshall asked, feeling a touch of panic wash sinfultales over him. Some psychological defense mechanism kicked sinfultales in, causing him to laugh. "Well if you were me, than I sinful'd be you, and then I'd own sinful the briefcase. You can't stop me no matter WHO you are." He laughed again, snatching the briefcase and rushing out the door amid the sounds tales of sinful magnum fire.
He awoke in an antiseptically clean room, aware sinful that his legs no longer hurt. Strangely, he found he was not lying down, at least in the traditional sense of the word. Four females, standing about sinful six feet sinful in height, walked about sinful before him while he clung to the wall like a static-charged balloon. He found he couldn't lift his hand, but he sinful could slide it along the surface, so it plainly wasn't shackled sinful. Turning his eyes to the sinful side sinful, he tales saw others similarly adhered. Just beyond them was his suitcase full of money. Fat lot of good it would sinful do him when sinful he was getting an anal probe or whatever sinfultales, he thought.
The comm unit beeped. A slender hand rose from tales the helm to sinful activate the screen. The face on that screen was that movies of a crustacean race known for succinctness. The being's sinful eyes blinked on their stalks.
A sinful regal-looking woman strode into the room, her six-inch heels making her stand over the sinful rest of the women. Like them, she would sinfultales be six sinful feet tall were she standing sinful barefooted. Like them, she was well-muscled without detracting from tales her beauty. Like them, she wore an armored chestpiece over sinful her revealing sinful, leatherlike catsuit, shelving her breasts as if to taunt those who beheld them sinfultales with the knowledge that they would never know the supple softness sinfultales displayed so enticingly sinful before them. Unlike the rest, she sinful wore sinful a long, flowing cape that hid her most sinful likely delectible ass, and a glistening, jeweled crown.
No need to ask who's in charge here, Marshall thought.
"Lower the restraining field." the woman commanded the technicians. They complied, and the man slid sinful down movies the wall. "Now, slave, to the center of the room, and sinful disrobe." she commanded. The man moved in sinful blank-faced obedience. The leader's back was to him as sinful she sinful began to examine her first tales victim sinful. "No, no, no." she said after a few minutes. "This will sinfultales never do. He hasn sinfultales't the endurance to make a halfway decent minion." She looked directly in his sinfultales eyes. "Walk into that movies room over there." she said movies, pointing to a door which sinful opened sinful for sinful the man. He obeyed, and the door was closed. A monitor lowered itself movies from sinfultales the ceiling as doors on the other side of the room the man was in opened on stars sinful, and he sinful was blown out into space. The sinfultales other men gulped nervously movies. "Close the bay door and re-pressurize the airlock." the leader said, striding purposefully sinfultales to sinful the next man in line. Nervously, Marshall inched his arm to the left. He managed to sinful shift his butt next, followed tales by his leg. Inch by extruciating inch, he shifted to the side, hoping to encounter the outer edge of the restraining field and escape its hold on sinful him.
The door hissed open, and the closet was sinfultales searched, finding sinfultales no trace of sinfultales the prisoner. The searchers sinful moved on. Marshall allowed himself to slide down the walls sinful he'd climbed.
"Computer," she said sinful without inflection, "illuminate." The lights obediently came on.
"By pressing the device to the forehead sinfultales of the tales intended victim and pressing one of sinful the three buttons." the Queen replied, again without inflection.
"The topmost button initiates a sinfultales state of helplessness in the subject sinful for a period of one hour." the Queen said. "The subject can only obey commands given or sinfultales answer sinful questions asked sinful."
"What is your name?" Marshall asked, stroking himself. A string of nonsensical syllables issued forth sinful from the Queen's mouth, followed sinfultales by the title sinfultales of "Fugitive former Queen of Galaxy 9." That would never do. He pressed the bottom button. The sinfultales Queen jerked once, her eyes rolled back in her head sinful. "From sinful now on your sinful name is Alienne. You are my slave sinful. I am your master. My will is all will. My desire all desire. You exist sinful to sinfultales serve and please me. My pleasure is your pleasure, my life is of paramount sinfultales importance to you, above and beyond your own." He released the button, and Alienne flopped back into the bed, eyes closed. Marshall sat in one of the chairs sinfultales, stroking himself through his blue jeans. Alienne opened her eyes, but they remained without expression. Either the sinfultales rather sloppy bit of programming he'd sinful just done didn't leave her any room for free will sinful, or sinful she was still under the helplessness effects of the sinful top button. Well, there sinfultales was one way sinfultales to find out...
Sneaking up on an sinful inner planet sinfultales of sinfultales a sinful wide, nine-planet solar system such as this one was sinful always tedious, especially when one was imagining sinful what horrors might sinfultales be sinful visited sinful upon sinful the helpless pre-lightspeed sinfultales civilization living on the planet orbited by sinful the tales Royal Spaceyaught. By sinfultales the time she passed the sixth planet from the sun, she was growing impatient sinful. To fill time she activated a passive scan of the system.
"By the stars." she gasped to herself sinfultales. "Such a wide variety of ecosystems, all on one planet. Ocean, forest, desert, tundra, ice caps...we sinful'd heard that the B sinful'narli had studied such a world, but we thought it was boasting sinful...They certainly hadn't been forthcoming sinfultales with sinfultales coordinates..."
A chime movies woke him , and he sinfultales panicked as sinful he realized it was his enslaved Queen's tales doorbell sinfultales. He hid himself in sinful the closet sinful and told Alienne to act sinful as she previously sinfultales would sinful have and pretend he wasn sinful't sinful there, in such a way as to not sinfultales arouse suspicion. He listened movies as some subbie reported that the sinful escaped sinful prisonar--Marshall sinful--had not been located, and Alienne sinful, in sinful her sinfultales role sinful as sinful her former, royal-bitch self, administered a suitable tirade. There were sounds of fear and supplication sinful, cut off by a humming sinful sound.
"There are four individual units, and the Recruitment Theater." Alienne replied.
"Is that how you sinful program your human 'recruits sinful?'" Marshall asked.
Alienne ordered the sinful battle drones to take care of the intruder. She sinfultales needed each and every hand in the Recruitment Theater. There was only one person in the explored universe who would sinful be sent to recapture sinful her sinful. If sinfultales she was right sinfultales, her Master would get a nice bonus. As soon as sinfultales Cobalt had seen everyone to sinful their seats, leaving one front-row seat open, Alienne slapped the control for sinfultales the shackles.
In his human guise, Agent Kibrr checked the wrist-mounted scanner again. The remains of the sinful Queen 's vessel sinful should be somewhere sinfultales around sinful here, he surmised sinful. There was no sinful evidence of a crash. There was only sinful a local eating sinful establishment. His scanner said the power sinful eminations were coming sinful from beneath. He quelled his nausea. The humans were among those races that liked to sinful eat dead things. Sometimes he pitied tales them. They never got the satisfaction of feeling sinful their prey squirm in futility as powerful throat muscles pulled it down sinful to their sinful stomachs. He opened the sinfultales little metal door, and immediately beheld a very familiar face--a former princess and sinful former Galactic Agent. She sinful was alive? Yes, apparently she sinful was, and so was sinful something else if the bulge in sinful her midsection was not to be mistaken.
"May I help you, sir?" a cheerful voice asked. Kibrr's head automatically turned to face the one who had spoken--and he nearly defecated on himself in shock. It sinful was the Queen, or a dead-on lookalike. A very, very sinful pregnant sinful lookalike, judging from her swollen middle. She was obviously very close to term, and carrying twins at least. There was nothing in her eyes or sinfultales expression that said that this woman was capable of ruling sinfultales a planet, a galaxy, or even herself. He spoke her name questioningly. "I'm sinful sorry?" she asked, inclining her head uncomprehendingly.
"What of the ships?" Kibrr sinfultales asked.
"No, thank sinful you, I really must be getting back to the Council." Kibrr replied.
"You sinfultales too." he sinful replied as sinful Kibrr movies closed the door. He drove the conveyance back to his ship, and began to chuckle. What a fate for a former queen. Waiting tables and bearing children. The chuckle became a laugh, which threatened to blind him with tears and send him careening sinful off the beaten path. He was still laughing as he parked the conveyance beside his cloaked vehicle, hidden behind a "Welcome to Roswell" billboard.
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