 "I wouldn't touch that if I were you." said the rotund hunter mountain of flesh squirt queens behind squirt the desk as Marshall's fingers had begun to inch toward the handle of squirt the metal briefcase containing his payment for the squirt 250 MB ZIP disk in the other's hand, and the computer viruses squirt contained thereon--one a worm squirt which would spread to every bank in the world and truncate squirt all penny-fractions from interest calculations, sending those fractions of hunter pennies to a protected account; the second being a worm which would cause squirt interest squirthunter to be calculated daily instead of quarterly; and squirthunter the others squirt being mere "bodyguard" viruses designed to protect the worms from attack by antivirus and pictures user machinations before the March 25th deadline. The man-mountain, an organized (to the point of being squirt obsessive-compulsive squirt) criminal by the name of Hansel Strauss, could recognize the function of code when he saw it squirt, although he had no gift for programming himself. Marshall had inserted a function in each of squirt queens his viruses which would squirt cause the stolen money to be used squirthunter to pay off squirt back taxes for Americans who squirthunter owed squirt the squirt IRS money, unless they received a cancel code which would be assigned squirt to them upon upload by a program he had already placed pictures on the Internet--a failsafe in case the criminal decided not to pay. Strauss was wondering aloud whether he should let Marshall continue in a mistrustful existence squirt, thus prompting Marshall's squirt slow, almost imperceptible squirt move toward the money.
 "By pressing the device to the forehead of the intended victim squirt and pressing one squirt of the three buttons." the Queen replied, again without squirthunter inflection.
 "The squirt bottom button causes the subject to accept everything which is said to squirt them while it squirt is depressed, without question. The statement becomes part squirt of their squirt nature, their core self." the squirt Queen stated.
 "What is your squirt name?" Marshall asked, stroking himself. A string of nonsensical syllables issued squirt forth squirt from pictures the Queen's squirthunter mouth, followed by the title of "Fugitive former Queen of Galaxy 9." That squirt would never squirthunter do. He pressed the squirthunter bottom button. The Queen jerked once, her eyes rolled back in her squirt queens head. "From now on your name is Alienne. You are my squirt queens slave. I am your squirt master. My will is all will. My squirt desire all squirt desire squirthunter. You exist to serve and please me. My pleasure is your queens pleasure, my life is of paramount importance to you, above and beyond your squirthunter own." He released the button squirt, and Alienne flopped squirt back into the bed, eyes pictures closed. Marshall sat in one of squirt the chairs, stroking himself through his blue jeans. Alienne opened her eyes, but they remained without expression. Either the rather sloppy squirt bit of squirt programming he'd just done didn squirt't leave her any room for free will, or she was still under the helplessness effects of the top button. Well, there was one way to find out squirthunter...
 Sneaking up on an squirt inner planet of a wide, nine-planet squirt solar system such as this one was always squirt tedious, especially when one was imagining what horrors squirt might be visited upon the helpless pre-lightspeed hunter civilization living on the planet squirt queens orbited by the Royal Spaceyaught. By the time she squirt passed the sixth planet from squirt the sun, she was growing impatient. To squirthunter fill time she activated a passive squirt scan of the system.
 "By the squirt stars." she gasped to herself. "Such a squirt wide variety of ecosystems, all on one squirt queens planet. Ocean, forest hunter, desert, tundra, ice caps...we'd squirt heard that the B'narli had studied such a world pictures, but squirt we thought it was boasting squirt...They certainly squirt hadn't been forthcoming with coordinates..."
 A chime woke him squirthunter, and he panicked as he realized it was his enslaved Queen's doorbell squirt. He hid himself in the closet and squirt told Alienne to act as she previously would have and pretend he wasn squirt't there, in such a way as to not arouse suspicion. He listened as some subbie reported that the escaped prisonar--Marshall--had not been located, and Alienne, in hunter her role as her former squirthunter, royal-bitch self, administered a suitable tirade. There were sounds of squirt fear and supplication, cut off by a humming sound.
 "Step inside." Alienne commanded. The door hissed squirt closed. Alienne appeared at the closet door and indicated that it was safe to emerge. A woman who could be mistaken for Asian if it weren't for queens the fact that she stood squirt queens approximately 5'10 squirt" and had mid-back length cobalt-blue squirthunter hair stood in squirt the center squirthunter of the room, her face showing the squirt same squirt lack of mental presence that queens Alienne had shown. "She knows nothing except what she is told, Master." Alienne said. "I was pictures unsure how you would feel if I were to simply kill her, but she is no longer a threat."
 "Attention squirt all crew squirthunter and personnel." the Queen's voice declared. "The squirt escaped squirt Earthling has been squirt queens captured. You pictures are all ordered to the Recruitment Theater so that squirt you may witness what happens to those squirt who defy me. Repeat, ALL crew squirthunter and squirt personnel squirt."
 Damn, the agent squirthunter thought. It was probably too late, but squirt nevertheless squirthunter, she had never been one for being late. The autoguns would be programmed to detect and squirt fire upon any object, but a drive signature with no mass-reading attached would not register as an object. She hit the throttle and the squirt queens ship squirthunter lurched forward at four G accelleration. A photon torpedo squirthunter breached the hull squirt of the squirt shuttle bay, and she powered inside, stopping just millimeters from the inside wall. The force field kept most of the air inside, as it was programmed to. The agent dove into squirt one of the ventillation shafts, knowing that the corridor would probably still be squirt swarming with squirt her squirthunter sister's loyal agents.
 "Your mind-control plot ends now, sister." declared a blonde beauty from the entrance. She strode as regally as any princess had squirt a right to squirthunter, and ascended the stage squirt, firing four squirthunter times on the shield. Master sprang from hiding pictures with a squirt heavy object in his hand. Alienne watched as her sister whirled, only to be sent sprawling by him.
 "Don queens't squirt queens know about any Queen, except squirt on the jukebox." the woman called Astra said. "Take him to see the boss, Alienne pictures."
 "Sorry to squirt have troubled you." Kibrr said. "It is clear squirt to pictures me that the deposed Queen squirt of Galaxy 9, and squirt queens the threat she posed, no longer exists. I don't think squirt I'll need squirt queens to bring her squirthunter, um, remains, with me."
 "The health inspector's pictures coming squirt this afternoon, so no slip-ups, capiche?"
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