"Sorry, Princess.  This isn't personal.  It's business.  You know how it goes."<br/><br/>The woman blew her a kiss.<br/><br/>"Otherwise, I'd be taking you home with me on a leash and enjoying your horny little body whenever I wanted.  But like I said, the cavalry's here.  C'mon, TeeThree.  Let's give the poor little prom queen a bit of downtime."<br/><br/>The droid bleeped at her reproachfully, and she rolled her eyes.<br/><br/>"He says I should at least put a clit clamp on you and hang a weight from it to make you squirm in agony, but you've been a good little girl and I'm feeling nice."<br/><br/>With that, she left, the droid bleeping and whirring at her in electronic annoyance.<br/><br/>Allandra had only a few minutes to dangle in misery before the door blew open and several armored soldiers burst in...her Mother's personal operatives, here to rescue her.  Or, alternatively, here to drag her and the evidence of her shame back home...