Shakar sat in the command chair of her ship, looking out of the window in front of her, completely naked. Her eyes were closed, and she moaned softly as two human like males were leaned over her, massaging her breasts and inner thighs. The slaves looked at her with sad, but hateful eyes. Every now and then, she yelled at them. "Harder! Faster!" making both of them jump in surprise, and comply right away with their mistress's commands.<br/><br/>Then, after a long moment of this, Shakar simply stood up, throwing both slaves down harshly to the ground. She had become bored of this, as she often did, and she put her clothes back on. A simply leather bra, panties, and a sinister looking metal apparatus with tubes and various strange looking devices, which gave her nourishment and allowed her to remotely control her ship and 11 slaves.<br/><br/>This was a typical situation for one of her race, and it's not because she was going to some type of peace meeting that her traditions would change. Shakar was the head of the Slaving unit of her world, the ones who enslaved entire worlds after they were conquered by her race. She was extremely strong and dominating, a perfect girl, at least for the planet she came from.<br/><br/>She walked up to the command station, which was unnamed, and looked down at the console. They were getting close to the rendezvous location. She had no idea what she would find there, or if it was even worth the voyage, but the Elder Council had decided that they should be present to such an important meeting, and Shakar was the most logical choice. She sighed then pushed a button, opening the PA system throughout her ship. "Listen up, slaves. We're getting close to our target. Get everything ready." She knew her slaves would do what they were supposed to do. They were petrified of her. She held them by pure terror, as it had been for generations now.<br/><br/>