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The comm unit beeped. A slender hand rose from the helm to activate the screen. The face on that screen was that of a crustacean race known for succinctness about. The being's eyes blinked on gay their stalks gaycum.
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"Next?"
Once the brainlock wore off, Alienne proved herself to gaycum be fully in Marshall's power. Her eagerness gay to please was something no one gay he'd ever gaycum met could possibly duplicate. Well, unless he used the mind-control device on gay her.
"Step inside." Alienne commanded. The door hissed closed. Alienne appeared at the closet door and indicated that it was safe cum to emerge. A gaycum woman who could be gay mistaken for Asian if gay it weren't for gay the fact that she stood approximately 5'10" and had mid-back length cobalt-blue hair stood in the center of the room, her face showing the same lack of mental presence that Alienne had shown. "She knows nothing except what gay she is told, Master gay." Alienne cum said. "I was unsure how you would feel if I gaycum were gay to cum simply gay kill her, but she is no longer a threat."
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"Sorry, Master." the two responded simultaneously, touching up their makeup and departing hastily. Kibrr gay strode out of the office, with the manager close behind gay.
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