Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Ketha had had about enough of this. She drew herself up to her full height and glared at the Dexian.
“Let go of my arm this instant!” she demanded in her best imperious Mistress voice. “Do you know who I am? My mother is one of the most influential Mistresses on Yonnie Six!”
But again, it seemed she had said the exact wrong thing.
“Oh-ho! A Yonnite Mistress, are you?” the Dexian exclaimed, all three of his eyes narrowing. “So you must be here looking to kidnap innocent males so you can bring them back to your planet and enslave them and shove a great thick dildo up their arse!”
“What? No!” Ketha pulled at her arm, which was still caught in his meaty fist. She was beginning to think there was nothing she could say that would satisfy the Peace Keepers. And in the meantime, the bullybraids on Fry’nox’s head were still screaming shrilly for her arrest.
“Get her! Get her!” they piped in their tiny, high voices. “She came to kidnap our Fry’nox and make him a bodyslave!”
“Those bullies are right—like as not, this little female would have us all on our knees as bodyslaves if she had her way!” one of the Peace Keepers exclaimed.
Ketha thought about explaining how only the most physically perfect males were considered suitable as bodyslaves. None of the Peace Keepers looked particularly handsome and as for Fry’nox the Blurbian, well—no self-respecting Yonnite Mistress would have chosen him for her bodyslave under any circumstances.
But she sensed explaining this wouldn’t do any good. Thank goodness she still had the canister of Emotion Spray gripped in her free hand. She was going to have to use it and beat a hasty retreat!
“I’m asking you one more time to let me go,” she said, glaring at the Dexian who was gripping her arm. “I haven’t done anything wrong and I’m not here looking for bodyslaves. I just want to go back to my ship.”
“I don’t think so, Missy!” the Dexian snarled. “You’re coming with us!”
Ketha decided she had no choice. Lifting the small silver canister, she sprayed it right in the face of the Peace Keeper who was holding her.
“Hey! What—?” he began, spitting and spluttering. But the next moment, both of his mouth’s turned down and all three eyes began to tear up.
“Chief? Chief, what’s she done to you? Are you all right?” the other two Peach Keepers began asking.
“N…no! Not all right!” The Dexian Peace Keeper suddenly began to bawl, crying as though his heart would break while tears poured down his face. He dropped Ketha’s arm to cover his eyes with his hands and she began to back away.
“What in the Universe?” one of the other Peace Keepers exclaimed. He was still staring with concern at the bawling Chief, who was completely inconsolable.
However, the other Peace Keeper was keeping an eye on Ketha and he saw her backing away.
“Not so fast, Missy!” he exclaimed, reaching for the blaster strapped to his belt. “If you think you can just come in here and make the Chief cry like that—”
But he didn’t get to finish his sentence because Ketha sprayed him as well and he suddenly began laughing hysterically.
“Bliger?” the last remaining Peach Keeper asked, staring at his coworker in consternation. “What’s wrong with you? What’s so fuckin’ funny?”
“Don’t…know!” the affected Peach Keeper wheezed and then started laughing again.
“What did you do to them?” The third Peace Keeper looked up at Ketha, a bewildered expression on his face. “What’s wrong with them?”
“Nothing that a few hours in a quiet room won’t fix,” she said evenly. She was still holding the silver ES canister in one hand and she raised it threateningly. “Stay back unless you want some yourself.”
“You think I’m afraid of you?” the remaining Peace Keeper demanded, beginning to draw his blaster. “You think—?”
Ketha twisted the nozzle of the canister to it’s maximum distance and sprayed him.
At once the final Peace Keeper ripped open his trousers and fisted his rather stubby cock.
“Oh my Goddess!” he moaned, falling to his knees and beginning to pump his shaft in unbridled lust. “So…fucking…horny!”
At this point, a fourth Peace Keeper Ketha hadn’t noticed before approached.
“What did you do to them?” he asked, looking at his crying, laughing, lusting co-workers in bewilderment. “Who are you and what have you done?”
Ketha gave him a stern look.
“Do you want to join them? You’ll be laughing or crying or…doing other things, for hours,” she warned, holding up the canister of Emotion Spray.
“No…no!” The fourth Peace Keeper held up his hands in a “don’t shoot” gesture. “Please, lady—just go on your way. Don’t shoot me with that stuff!”
“I won’t as long as you keep your distance and let me leave,” Ketha said evenly. “I don’t want any trouble but if you make a move towards me, you’ll be crying your eyes out or laughing so hard you wet yourself! Or possibly jerking yourself off until you actually jerk it off, if you know what I mean,” she added, nodding at the Peace Keeper who was currently flogging his man-meat mercilessly.