Bounty Hunters

The other slaves present, fetched drinks, massaged shoulders and planted kisses on their master's lips between hands. Marva fell into the same behavior pattern. The first time she kissed me I was woefully unprepared. The passion and emotion she conveyed in that osculation floored me. If I wasn't positive that she was acting, I could have almost sworn that she felt something for me. I knew better of course, Marva could never love a peace officer. Her men were safe accountants and stock brokers, men who went on weekend adventures, took her on leisurely tours of the galaxy's most romantic places, and gave her lavish gifts. I wonder if any one of them knew about any of the others?

Once the kitty had swelled sweetly, added benefits emerged with various hands. In addition to the pot, the hand winner received a blow job from the designated slave while everyone else watched. Then it would be back to a dozen hands of poker before the next designated slave's oral gifts were offered. I won a nice pot and a blow job from the bronze headband. As the older woman approached me, I took a long look at her still alluring body and thought about all the older women I had lusted over. Something stirred in me and I realized that she resembled, to a great extent, Mrs. Rosalita Munoz, A Spanish teacher from my past. I learned very little that semester as I only focused upon her succulent mouth and never heard a word she said. She graciously gave me a passing mark anyway. This woman's mouth was just as compelling, thick red lips and gleaming white teeth in a winsome smile. She graced me with a kiss and then fell to her knees between my parted thighs. She artfully liberated my penis and gave me a surprisingly rousing blow job. It was far from the best hummer I had ever received but what she lacked in ability she made up with enthusiasm. My ejaculation was quite nice. Most of my cum missed her mouth, coating her lower lip and chin. Between cards the guys chatted and bullshitted, we were gaining so much intelligence on our target, that I could not withdraw from the game without offering Marva's services. I'm positive she understood this.

I don't know her thoughts as the pot swelled considerably, everybody wanted to win a blow job from a platinum slave. Marva had been raising temperatures, including mine, with her provocative posing and nonstop flattery of the men. Marva's years as a profiler allowed her to quickly size up each guy and in short order deduce his sexual proclivities. I could tell from the flushed cheeks and the loosening of trouser buttons that Marva was hitting home. It was also clear every guy at the table envied me Marva.

A tall and skinny guy from the Bernard's Star colony won Marva's lips tongue, mouth, and hands. I was breathing as hard as every other guy at the table as Marva sashayed over to him, whispered something sexy into his left ear and fell to her knees between his parted thighs. I envied Marva's boyfriends as I observed the deft and sexy manner she liberated his modest sized organ from his pants and put on a performance as hot as those in any dirty movie. Several of the other guys whipped theirs out and beat themselves off while Marva worked, or had their slaves pleasure them while they watched. The oldest guy at the table directed his comments to the other slaves, their jealousy of Marva obvious on their faces, "Don't pout girls, pay attention. That's why she's a platinum."

Marva worked the skinny guy to a rousing climax, displayed his white seed in her mouth for all to see before visibly swallowing while making sounds of pleasure. The men applauded and cheered her lustily.

"My, God, Gate's she perfect!" said the highest roller and shortest guy at the table. Before continuing with "How much do you want for her?"

"I met his gaze and replied, "A LOT more than you could come up with!" The entire table laughed.

"Well if you DO want to sell her there is high roller over at the Sagebrush who is building a harem. He is paying top dollar for really beautiful women. Those he doesn't buy he wins at the table" stated the short guy. "Not to mention bleeding the rest of us dry."

In the subsequent conversation, Marva and I learned more about a recent arrival who was holed up at the Sagebrush. His general description matched that of Kotchman, although it appeared that he had gotten himself yet another new face since leaving the Republic. He seemed to have a vast supply of cash and was winning at poker far better than the odds of probability. It was suspected that he was cheating but no sign of chicanery had yet been discovered. He was buying slave girls at a steady clip. Theoretically, there was no limit on ownership of slaves on Nimbus Five but because of their expense and upkeep, not to mention the taxes, most guys made due with one. The really adventurous found that four was the upper limit, after all how many slaves could you really please or please you at one time?

Since slipping away from the Republic, Kotchman's taste for luxury was as pronounced as ever. He still surrounded himself with hulking goons whom he paid phenomenally well but now he was dissipating on a far grander scale. Rather than becoming sloppy, I thought it more logical that Kotchman now believed himself beyond the reach of the the Republic and thus invulnerable. Still he had not thrown all caution to the wind. Certainly getting to him would be far more difficult than we anticipated. We now knew that we had pare off Kotchman's guards, but once word got around about Marva, her getting him alone would not be a problem.

The game broke up several hours later. All of the guys had won a bit, I, of course, won the most, but nobody wanted to push their luck too far. Everyone had won at least one blow job, but, fortunately, Marva did not have to provide a second one, the cost of anteing up in the kitty to win Marva was so high that, that none of the guys wanted to risk their stakes. At a high rolling table that would not be a problem, but these guys needed to carefully keep track of their bottom line. By now the hour was very late. I was positive that Marva was as famished as myself. More important I wanted her off the floor. Marva's beauty had attracted a small circle of admirers who were making me offers for Marva's scanty clothing. They wanted to buy her rags so that they could spy her completely naked. There are times when there is too much publicity. I donned a sly smile and said,

"Sorry guys. A little mystery keeps the mental juices flowing." I strode towards the elevators for the tower of hotel rooms, Marva close on my heels. Several other couples rode the car with us. Marva was successful in stifling the rage she surely felt, At last, we were in our hotel room.

"I fucking LOATHE this planet!" Marva fairly screamed as she pulled the door closed behind her.

"I sympathize Marva but it we want to get close to Kotchman, things will get even nastier."

"I know that, Henry. Order us up some dinner from room service. I am going to take a shower and wrap myself in a towel. I have to hand it to you, Henry, You were the least piggish of as the pigs in male form I encountered today. You are a better kisser than I expected. On the other hand, I am probably going to taste that pervy skinny dude for a week."

Marva vanished behind the door of the bathroom and I could discern the sound of running water. I had to admit to myself that I very much enjoyed having her wait on me. I could see why men, especially ogres like Kotchman were attracted to this rock. Even I could feel my inner Neanderthal rising to the fore. In a weird way, it felt good to be admired just for "owning" Marva. I forced my thoughts elsewhere and used the room's computer to order dinner. Since I had done so well in the game I splurged for the most expensive items on the menu that I knew Marva enjoyed. She more than deserved it for what she had endured today. The coming days at the Sagebrush were only going to get worse.

I know that I should not have felt disappointment when Marva exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel, another one around her hair but I definitely did. Her only alternative was her rags, and she sure did want any further part of those today. Aside from the towels, the only thing she wore was her collar and cuffs which were designed to be worn constantly. In theory, they could be taken off in private, but our research revealed that that almost never happened. Marva and I had decided for true verisimilitude we had to live our roles full time. Of course, behind closed doors, a Master could dress his slave any way he wanted, provided it exposed a lot of skin. I HAD taken a look at the government proscribed slave sleepwear. Had I purchased any, Marva would have slit my throat the first time I presented it to her. In the streets, only the rags were permitted in the casinos rags or nudity. Marva wrapped a second towel around herself after the bellhop arrived with our dinner. I gave him a fine tip and Marva and I sat down to eat.

"It's fairly obvious that the guy at the Sagebrush is Kotchman," stated Marva between bites.

"I'll be able to tell for sure when I meet him." I replied while gesturing to my eyes. Marva knew what I meant. I was wearing very sensitive contact lenses that could scan the DNA of any target. Once spotted that person would seem to have an aura upon my vision. The lenses were top secret, brought into use by law enforcement several months after Kotchman had fled Republic space. Mine were among the very few issued so far. It helps that I keep my head shoved so far up the asses of the tech wizards. Those guys have saved my life on more than one occasion.

"Once you confirm it is Kotchman," began Marva again, "Signal me like we discussed. I'm too valuable for you to sell to Kotchman, so you are going to have to lose me at the poker table."

"I'm not crazy about that, I replied with an edge in my voice "You will be all alone with him and out of my protection."

"Since when have I ever needed the help of a man?" replied Marva hotly. If I can get him alone I can disable him. If I have to, I'll break all four of his limbs, you KNOW I am more than capable of that! Your job will be located a gravity lifter and divert his goons. Getting back to the spaceport won't necessarily be easy but if we get a head start we should be able to make a clean get away. If we have to we can commandeer a vehicle to return to the spaceport. Once we are off this rock, they will never catch us. I can't wait to get our tubby parasite back to the holding cell in your ship. I'm already picturing that bastard behind bars."

Marva and I talked and planned for nearly two hours more before Marva said, "We really should get some sleep now, Henry if we are to be at our best tomorrow. I trust that you will keep your body and your hands on your side of the bed?"

"Yes, Marva." I stated "Being totally honest with you Marva, I 'm not completely immune to the piggishness of the men on this planet, and you ARE really beautiful and I have never seen so much of you."

Surprisingly, Marva did not appear upset or insulted. "Yes, I can imagine how this assignment would be difficult for normal hormonal male. If you have to Henry, go the bathroom and jerk off, you are free to think about me any way you wish, I won't think any less of you. I'm sorry I can't offer you more. Our relationship should remain professional. Not that I don't find you handsome, I just refuse to get involved with peace officers."

I turned from Marva's steady gaze before looking at her again, "OK Marva, I'll be back in a bit, but just answer one question. If I had won that hand today, would you have given ME that blow job?"

Marva's response was instantaneous, "I wouldn't have been giving you a blow job Henry, the slave girl persona I am inhabiting for this assignment would have been the one servicing you. NEVER confuse the role with reality, Henry, no matter what should transpire between us."

You can well imagine the fantasies that coursed through my mind as I gave myself the relief I so desperately needed. Even though it was counter productive I imagined Marva's beautiful lips upon my shaft and then kissing and caressing my balls. Rarely had I had more fun jerking off. I took a very long time as my inflamed mind caused me to bring myself to the brink and back off more than a few times before I allowed myself to cum with gusto. I returned to the bedroom with a wide smile on my face. It was fortunate that Marva was turned away from me and had already doused the lights. I slid into the bed next to her, lifting the sheet just a bit more than I had to to spy the naked recumbent form of Marva. Even with the lights out, the pervasive glow of electronics and the glow through the window of the casinos below and the twin luminescence of the twin moons of Nimbus Five reflected the alabaster purity that is Marva's skin. For along moment, I spied Marva's enticing back and succulent ass cheeks I Noted that Marva was already asleep. I had to slip out of bed and jerk off two more times before slumber overwhelmed me. My dreams were fantastic.

When I awoke in the morning Marva was already dressed in her scanty garments eating breakfast. I noted a second covered dish. "Good morning, Henry. I took the liberty of impersonating you to order breakfast. I also tipped the bellboy, I owe you fifty Republic credits."

"Fifty?"

"You're a high roller, Henry! That's cheap. Don't cheap out today when we go to the Sagebrush, it'll blow our cover."

"I know, Marva, still a little sleepy, is that a pot of coffee I see?"

"Yes, locally grown and quite nice, sure as hell beats that reconstituted crap we've been drinking for a week in you spaceship."

"I'm sure it is. My ship is built for the long haul and the short haul, certain sacrifices have to be made,"

"The coffee your ship brews is not a sacrifice, it's an atrocity!"

We both laughed and then focused upon putting on our game faces. Each of us had our preferred method of getting into character, we went to different corners of the room to make our final preparations. After about an hour I signaled Marva and she was a bubbly, vivacious slave girl once more. She strode up to me planted a wonderful kiss on my map and said, "I neglected your morning kiss, Master, please forgive me"

I knew I was completely in character when I replied, "Think nothing of it, slave, but if it happens again, I will take you over my knee."

What luggage there was was nearly all mine. In hidden panels were some weapons and other paraphernalia we might need. We had determined that Kotchman had taken control of the penthouse and the next two floors of the Sagebrush. I was able, at a ludicrous expense, to rent a room a floor below those. The bellhop, a local college student, who could not take his eyes of Marva, promised that my luggage would be delivered to that room within the hour. After giving the kid a couple of extra notes; to ensure that it actually occurred when he promised, I gave him an extra bonus.

"Slave, this boy is going to do a very special favor for me, why don't you do a very special favor for him?"

Marva did not even flinch as she fell to her knees and freed the kid's impressive equipment from his tailored slacks I was rock hard almost immediately as I watched Marva work his shaft like a pro. Marva would, no doubt, be sucking lots of cock today, she may as well start the day with an easy practice round. Despite his length, the kid, either did not have much staying power, or was so caught up in Marva's beauty and skill, that it was all over fairly quickly. Marva swallowed his load, gave him a smile that appeared supremely genuine and rose to her feet. The kid practically floated out of our room with my bags. I had to admit that I could get VERY used to this.

The Sagebrush was only a few blocks down the "strip" the gambling and flesh pot mecca of the largest city on Nimbus Five, the only real city to be honest. Most of the planet was kept in its native state with a wide swath of farms ringing the city and a few small towns. There was few beaches on the coast that were developed but that was it. The urban complex was home to more than six million people. No doubt new waves of settlement would lead to more towns and a few more cities, but humanity did not want to repeat the mistakes it had made with earth. Translight speed had given mankind the galaxy, just in time to save the race. Those that could, moved to the new worlds of the Republic, others preferred no overburdening laws. Nimbus Five cared only WHERE you live not how you lived, a very powerful inducement for men like Kotchman. I thought about an old story I had read in school, "The Man who Would Be King" I wondered what Kipling would make of it all.

Marva and I decided to ride the shade covered moving sidewalk. We tried spotting service vehicles and electric transport that our shields would give us the ability to commandeer. While we were supposedly beyond the reach of the Republic, our government and local police worked in tandem. A bad guy in one place was usually a bad guy every place. So long as Marva and I were reasonably discreet, no one would interfere with us. We'd studied local law among other topics on our sojourn to this rock. The trip had been all business. Marva and I stole a moment to savor the sights of an impressive city. The architecture was awe inspiring and with a newness and freshness to the environmentally green planet. Almost palpable was a sense of money and wealth. This was the new frontier promised by Sputnik centuries ago. My eye also took in the collared and cuffed beautiful slaves. I tried to suppress the idea forming in my mind of settling here after I retired and actually owning a woman like Marva. But no woman I knew compared to Marva and, I reminded myself, I was a civilized man and was not like Kotchman and other parasites. Rather, I realized, that was the life I would RETURN to. Until this assignment was over, I had to be indistinguishable from the men on this planet. I turned, instead of seeing Marva I saw a very valuable, nameless slave. I saw her as my property and I was proud to own her.

We stepped off the sidewalk in front of the sagebrush. A quartet of Saguaro Cacti, imported from earth at enormous expense, stood on either side of the wide doors. I placed the platinum headband in Marva's luxurious tresses and strode through the door. After checking in, we made the way to my room. (Everything was in my name, slaves had no legal rights whatsoever.) The bellhop from the Rose Point was as good as his word, sitting on the bed was my luggage, neatly arraigned along with a thank you note in which he wrote that he hoped to see Marva and myself again. She had made another conquest. Once more I envied Marva's boyfriends.

From the concealed pockets I assembled three weapons, two for myself, and one for Marva for later. One of the pieces of luggage broke down entirely, converting into a dummy fire extinguisher. Marva and I examined access to the next floor up. We figured that Kothcman kept the penthouse for himself, the next floor for his harem and the one below that to house his goons. It would be my job to take care of the goons while Marva worked her charms on our target. We did not anticipate much opposition from the slaves. Venturing as close to the residence of the goons as possible, I replace the casino's fire extinguisher with my own. Inside the dummy, our weapons, our shields and our only means of escape. Now we just had to stroll about the casino and find our way into one of Kotchman's high stakes poker games. I felt positive that even in a room of other platinum slaves, Marva would attract Kotchman's interest. If possible I would wrangle my way an invitation into his inner sanctum yet remain in range of my weapons. This would be the most difficult extraction either Marva or myself had ever attempted.