What happened next was something that she would tell many for several generations to come. A man who looked like he was made from metal, the light glinted off his body as he fell to her ship and while Maiden tended to him, the Rotter himself made an appearance. It was a breathtaking sight and had she not been pissed that he had the nerve to attack<span style="font-style: italic">HER</span>then she would have enjoyed the chance to appreciate the somewhat ghostly aerial display.<br/><br/>It all happened far faster then she would have liked, dirty, smelly bandages, wrapped and bound about her form and jerked her up into the sky. There she was stuck like so much the puppet, forced to stare at the smug face of Rotter. Her doctor was captured and he would think to take her as well, oh how she was going to enjoy correcting this thought. There was not a pair of bindings, or shackles that could hold the Queen. This was the reason why she could never be a bottom in her kinky games, when she grew bored and no longer desired to wait, she would break free and have her way with whomever thought they were in control.<br/><br/>Thus, it was the same with this case, as she grit her teeth and flexed muscle that probably she should not possess, but did and managed to rip an arm free.<br/><br/>"Fire on his ship! I want him crippled! Dead in the air!"<br/><br/>She shouted to her crew as she drew her gun, aimed and fired.<br/><br/>His face was such a clear target, right there before her and yet she adjusted. As she squeezed the trigger she watched her bullet wound the man and not kill him as she should have. The roar of the canons shook the ship above and it brought her closer to him, which she took the chance to smack him across the jaw with the grip of her pistol. Another explosion and the ship shook another time and she found herself suddenly free and falling back down to her waiting ship. One of her crew cushioned her landing as he moved to "catch" his Queen, the man managed to serve as something of a human mattress which was alright for her.<br/><br/>Even as the cannons continued to fire, she watched the Rotter steal away with her doctor....<span style="font-style: italic">HER</span>Doctor.<br/><br/>"My Queen, there are two from the enemy ship...what shall we do with them?"<br/><br/>For a long while she stared up at the sky before she spoke with a chilling tone to the waiting man, "Disarm them and make them<span style="font-style: italic">comfortable</span>below deck. I don't want our guests to leave before we are ready for them to do so." The man turned to leave and she caught him by the collar of his shirt, "Bring me the Hound, I want him to scent on this..." she held up the blood butt of her gun. "We will be tracking that bastard to the ends of the earth," she released the man and stared back at where the Rotter had been.<br/><br/>"No one steals from me....."