Being at the helm was long and boring... but hey, she loved it (mostly).  Sometimes her imagination would come to play, and sometimes she'd have Z fondle her, tease her rear pucker... sometimes she'd imagine people stripping for her, getting on their knees or exposing themselves... such as now with Theristina, silk clad with a strapon... oh how she'd love to have her fuck her up the...<br/><br/>...wait, that wasn't her imagination.<br/><br/>"Oh hell, what is it?" she declared, a bit cranky at having been broken from her lovely fantasy realm, though she still listened and had to agree... "Goddammit!  Janmorel was told to help pull him out of there at the end of it!  Theristina, take Stoella to help you get Marek out; choking him out is the best bet, and Stoella's strong enough to restrain the prisoner if she keeps trying to fuck him.  Just get them separated and let her have a thirty-minute rest after, hopefully to clean up the place with her tongue if she's that obsessed with cum... if Marek resists, knock him out some other way if needed, but no harm to the prisoner.  Further, Marek is banned from the room and from being around her until she's cured, understood?  I'll handle his next shift and my own next round.  Now go on... and if you see Janmorel tell her to help, and after that tell her to come find me for<em>punishment</em>.  That all clear?"