Bounty Hunters

We exited the residence tower and entered the gaming floor. I zoned out the noise and distractions and veered directly for the private high stakes room. At the frosted glass door, I flashed my phony ID and my bulging wallet. I also made sure that Marva's sweetly smiling face was always on display. This was the moment of truth. If the money spent on establishing my bonafide's as a renowned high-roller with a touch of recklessness, had been wasted, the mission was blown before it had even begun.

After an interminable pause, the guard's eyes lit up and he stated in an unctuous manner, "Welcome Mr. Gates, of course, your money is good here a seat at the main table will be opening shortly. He took a long lingering look at Marva and continued, "I see that your property has already been assessed. I am also authorized to extend you a line of credit if you so desire, I can explain the process to you if you wish in the future. I see the men are assembling for the game, enjoy your stay Mr. Gates, and best of luck to you."

I strode into the room and headed for the large round table I was the last to arrive, I slid into the final unoccupied chair. The huge man I suspected was Kothman sat directly across the table from me. He was obviously in charge. When we all exchanged last names, he remained silent. If it WAS Kotchman he now owned a new face and a new head of hair. He still owned the hulking frame of the man I sought, however. There were limits to what cosmetic surgery could do, even in the Twenty-Third Century. No man could completely erase his DNA trace. My contact lenses needed, at least, an hour to work their magic. My money and my cardsharp skills were sure to hold out far beyond that point.

As I settled the in, the big man in charge focused on Marva and said simply, "You will have to strip your slave. We have had guys try to sneak cards in under their clothing. Rules of the house."

I noted that the rest of the guys at the table were removing their slave's rags. Marva did not so much as bat an eye as I reached for the belt with the attached pockets around her waist. The belt fell to the floor. Marva stepped out of her moccasins and bowed her head submissively. I successfully suppressed my rapid breathing, making my face an impassive mask. What happened next could easily give me away if I was not exceptionally careful. I had to strip Marva as though I had seen her naked a thousand times before. It was like bluffing with a pair of deuces! My hands went to the bit of fabric restraining her succulent tits. The strip of cloth came away easily. Spectacular is the only word to describe Marva's tits. The fleeting glance of the previous day had not been an illusion. Her light brown areolas and sharp pink nipples contrasted wonderfully with her porcelain skin. They were without a doubt the finest pair I had ever seen.

I subtly allowed my breath to escape my body as my hands made their way towards the bit of fabric about her waist concealing her pussy. After a brief moment to determine how the scanty garment was held in place, I gingerly unfastened its knots. Marva's gorgeous, crimson box came into view. It was neatly trimmed but thickly carpeted. All the world could now tell that the beautiful young bounty hunter was a natural redhead. To call Marva's exposed sex succulent does not do it justice, hers was a pussy that just cried out to the world for a good fucking. I watched the fabric flutter to the floor and swallowed the lump in my throat I hoped wasn't obvious. Marva retained only her platinum headband. I tried to turn nonchalantly and play it cool. I took polite but earnest looks at all of the other naked female slaves. All wore platinum headbands like Marva, There was a tall brunette with olive skin and coal black hair, two pneumatic blondes, A striking dark skinned woman, her family was probably originally from the Indian subcontinent and another who appeared to Maori or Polynesian. I could tell by the look in every male eye that Marva was the favorite. Our host, the large man who I suspected was Kothchman, seemed especially interested in her.

"VERY nice, Mr. Gates, VERY nice indeed." he said to me as he nodded at Marva. She and the other women seemed to accept their nudity without a single qualm quickly scattering to retrieve drinks while the first hands of cards were dealt. .

I tried to be blasé about my naked partner as she handed me a drink and gave me a passionate kiss. The women all strutted about, vying for attention and complements as they circulated around the table. They were a murderous distraction. I wanted to focus on the cards and read my competition. I realized that a factor in Kothchman's recent success at card had been the distraction of the naked goddesses. His slave was the petite Indian girl. Marva towered over her but when they passed each other their skin made such a wonderful contrast. Every eye at the table noted that fact. I won a couple of minor pots. The hulking guy who was probably Kotchman won just a few more than me. I knew how these things would go the longer the game lasted the higher the odds and the greater the risk became.

"Blow job break gentlemen and ladies!Let's draw to see who wins who" said the hulking man in charge of the game. The girls were randomly assigned numbers from one to six. We each rolled a single dice, my number was five which matched up the number of the petite Indian girl, she smiled, and strode towards me. Through either luck or a chicanery, the huge man in charge had won Marva. She left my side and stepped towards him. I can not even imagine what was going through Marva's mind at that point. I did flash her our agreed upon signal at that point for my contact lenses had just kicked in, giving Kotchman an ethereal glow that no one else in the room possessed. Even with his new face and hair, our target was a very ugly man, with hard black eyes that resembled those of a shark. His smile was disarmingly crooked. I wondered why he had not, while attempting to alter his appearance, spent a couple of bucks to eliminate his gnome-like grin Then again maybe he HAD spent good money to look like that. He certainly stood out in a crowd. Kotchman had always wanted to be noticed, even if laying low was the most sensible option. But then again if he had been discreet in the first place he would not have had to flee the Republic in fear of the law..

Marva graced his repulsive mug with a very long and sensual kiss. The little Indian girl took that moment to slip into my lap and dust my face and lips with sweet soft kisses. I really HAD to focus on her for the present or I'd raise suspicions. I returned her winsome smile and held her close for a while. Her features were quite angelic, especially when framed by her long black glistening hair. Her platinum headband reflected the overhead lighting in an almost magical way as she maneuvered herself onto the floor between my parted thighs and deftly freed my penis from its suddenly far too tight attire. She cooed approving and her dark brown eyes twinkled and her pretty little mouth cooed when she spied my equipment, sounding like some exotic kitten before beginning to suckle my manhood.

Now I have gotten blow jobs in every corner of the Republic, from the professionals of old earth to the island women of Regulus Nine and most points in between. Every one of those times of oral pleasure faded like meteors once Kotchman's slave went went to work. Her abilities were off the scale. She wore her platinum crown well. I watched amazed as the tiny woman's mouth took in all of my fairly large cock. It was as if her entire reason for being was in giving me the best head possible. I KNEW I would have to return to this planet for an extended vacation. Of course the guilt would cripple me later, but I could live with it. I came far sooner than I would have liked, the diminutive dark skinned woman swallowed every drop, smiled broadly and said with full conviction, "Thank you, Master."

Only now was I able to focus a moment on what Marva was up to. I nearly gasped with surprise. Marva was upside down, sucking Kotchman's cock with her legs thrown over his shoulders for support. With her legs in that position, Kotchman's massive face was right in Marva's crotch. He was delightedly eating her out while she made sounds of pleasure without missing a beat or a lick on his tool. Only the fact that the other guys were staring at the proceedings even more intently than I was prevented them from noting my open mouthed look of surprise. I quickly forced a nonchalant expression to my face.

Kotchman came with a loud grunt while orgasmic sounds emanated from Marva. Kotchman's look of bliss was total. Marva shifted positions and all could see that she was lapping up our target's seed with gusto. All of the other guys burst into applause when Marva returned to her feet. Without a word or a second glance, Marva returned to my side and the little Indian girl returned to Kotchman whose eyes never left Marva's lithe form.

For the next hour or two, Kotchman's eyes turned to Marva time and again. It was readily apparent that he was hooked. Leering is too weak a word. If his eyes had been capable of breathing they would have inhaled Marva's every atom. As beautiful as the other platinum bands were, as far as our hulking host was concerned, they may as well have been invisible.

The next interruption came when Kotchman announced "Anal break gentlemen!"

From hidden recesses in the table containers of lubricant appeared. Once again the six slave girls were assigned random numbers. That malfeasance was present became obvious when Kothman won the right to Marva's ass. Intuitively I knew he was cheating at cards, but I could not discern his methods. His system, however, it operated, had some flaws. On several hands he bet big and lost decisively, appearing genuinely surprised when he could not claim the kitty. Dice would be easier to rig, especially if the "random" numbers assigned to the slaves were not all that random.

"Well lucky me!" said Kotchman most insincerely.

I looked Marva in the eye but I could not read any emotion at all in them, She meekly strode over to the big man and kissed him deeply and very passionately.

I won one of the statuesque blondes who appeared next to me and bent to give me a kiss. Her huge tits captures my attention immediately. Her smooth skin wore a beautiful golden brown tan that contrasted sharply with the golden yellow of her hair. Beneath her luscious breasts her rib cage tapered to a flat tummy. The navel was pierced, sporting a glittering diamond. Beneath this her succulent pussy trimmed to a narrow band of blonde thatch. Her legs were to die for. I had to concede that she was very pretty but Marva possessed a certain something which made her infinitely more desirable. Another factor was that I have never been attracted to blonde women, even one as alluring as the one before me now. I found the petite Indian girl far sexier and far more desirable, still, I was not about to kick this one out of bed.

I rose from chair and stood up. The beautiful blonde woman gingerly, almost lovingly reached for my belt and the button of my trousers. She made pleased sounds when my erect penis came into view. I positioned my chair so that she was bent over it with her gorgeous ass in the air. This position also allowed me to see what was transpiring on the other side of the table. The blonde nameless slave(ALL slaves on Nimbus Five are officially nameless) lubricated my cock with her soft, manicured hands. It became very difficult to worry about Marva for quite a while. The next passage of time passed as a pleasant idyll as I, in turn, lubed up one of the finest asses I have ever spied and gently worked my way inside the temple of her anus.

Between thrusts I stared in wonder as I watched Kotchman plowing Marva's back door. She was making sweet erotic noises and calling our target "A stud" and "My true master" Her eyes were closed but the smile on her face did not appear forced. At that moment I really envied Kothchman's cock. I was only able to focus on that tableau for a moment before I returned to myself and pumped with renewed vigor. I could feel my immanent release working its way out of my body from the tips of my toes I have always savored anal when ever it was available and this occasion was no different I gasped at the intensity of my ejaculation which trailed just behind her orgasm. She squealed a contented, "Oh, thank you, Master." as I came. A man sure could get used to this life.

Kotchman finished not long after me, shooting his load into my partner's ass just as she was screaming, "Yes, Master! You are such a wonderful man." Kotchman pulled out and Marva's love juices spilled over the composite surface of the floor. As Kotchman's modest dick became flaccid Marva turned, embraced and kissed him and said in the most sincere sounding voice, "Thank you, Master. I never knew it could be like this!"

After the slaves had finished cleaning us up as well as themselves and the floor the game resumed. Marva returned to my side, planted a sweet kiss on my lips and went to fetch me a drink. After Kotchman watched her ass recede, he turned to me and asked.

"How much do you want for her Gates?"

"She's not for sale. She's no ordinary platinum."

"HOW MUCH?"

"She's NOT for sale!"

"EVERYONE has a price. What's yours."

"Look," I said as firmly as possible, "I came here to play cards. I'm not interested in selling my slave."

Kothchman whistled ad four goons strode into the room.

"Look, Mr. Gates, I'm not accustomed to hearing the word "no." If you won't sell her then she becomes a stake in the game. That is how it is going to be."

I looked nervously at the henchmen, internally assessing and rating them. "And if I refuse?"

"My boys will "persuade" you until you see the light. One way you leave this table with a great deal of money and an opportunity to replace this slave. The other way ... well, I think you're smart enough to understand the alternative."

My eyes took a circuit of the room. "You are rather persuasive, Mister?"

"Call me Smith, That's as good a name as any."

I donned an appalled look and stated, "I really don't approve of your methods, Mr. "Smith." If I win tonight I DO get to keep her, correct?"

Kotchman smiled as though I had just told a joke, "No matter how much you may win at the tables tonight, Mr. Gates, your slave will become mine. She will fit very nicely in my collection, I've been looking for a perfect redhead for a while now. I'm not about to let her slip through my fingers now that I've found her. I'll let you save face, however."

He waited for his words to sink in and then turned to the others circling the table. "The main contest tonight will be between myself and Mr. Gates here. The rest of you will be able to prune away our edges. Nobody, except, perhaps Mr. Gates is going home with a large pot, but most of you should come out ahead, I'll make up to you with another game next week. OK?

The other four guys in the game nodded their heads, they wanted no part of Kotchman's goons, playing scavengers for the rest of the night was not the most exciting form of poker but it sure beat dealing with the goon squad.

I played hard, like a man determined to prove a point. Kothman was as skilled a player as myself, maybe a little better, but he already knew how the night was going so end so he could get a bit sloppy. Relishing his control, at one point Kotchman instructed me to order Marva to attend to him and ignore me. I gave the order with as little conviction as possible. Between hands he kissed Marva and felt her up. Marva seemed to eating his attention up. In answer to his questions Marva told him that she preferred his cock to mine and thought that he was more handsome. The way Marva told him those lies made them seem completely convincing and genuine. Despite being in charge of the room, Kotchman was like putty in Marva's hands. He had fallen for her HARD. I stifled my rage as I watched his meaty fingers force their way into Marva's pussy and asshole. She reacted as though the indignities he was taking were the most delightful of love pats. I admired her fortitude. I wanted to end things but I was completely at Kotchman's mercy. Until he decided that I had been humiliated enough the game would continue.

After many long hours, Kotchman pushed a mountain of bills into the center of the table and told me to put all of my money in. One guy dealt and the others watched as the final hand played out. I ended up with a full house. He dropped his three of a kind on the table and said, "Look at that. I win again!" He whistled and his goons materialized once more. He gestured to the money on the table and said, "Boys see to it that Mr Gates gets a proper cut. Then invite him up to the penthouse so he can meet the harem and I can insult him a few times before I fuck the woman he USED to own long and hard." He turned to Marva and said,"You are mine, now, Red. How about we retire to my place for another one of your fantastic blow jobs before we really set the night on fire."

He escorted Marva out of the room, leaving me with a horrible feeling in my stomach as the door closed behind her. The goons gave me a generous portion of the money on the table they policed up the rest. With that, everyone filed out of the room.

"Follow us Mr. Gates, You get to watch the boss fuck your old slave in person. It's his way of letting her say goodbye." smirked one of the goons.

I stifled my rage and clutched the money I had "exchanged" for Marva. Gaining access to Kotchman's inner sanctum so that he could gloat was actually the best possible outcome of the evening I worried about Marva. She was completely at an ogre's mercy. But then I reminded myself that so far this night, Marva had played our quarry like a master violinist played her Stradivarius. She had in fact controlled the entire room from the moment she had walked in. For the first time in hours, I could envision a good outcome to our venture Once more, I resolved to never make that woman an enemy.

The goons allowed their boss to get a good head start before they escorted me through a back entrance of the room and into an elevator. Whatever anger and frustration I had experienced this night at the poker table had vanished, replaced with an intense focus on grabbing Kotchman, rescuing Marva and getting off this planet of Neanderthals. The goons held tight to me until we were in the lowest level of our quarry's realm. I walked into a white on white room with crimson highlights. A huge bed sat under a spotlight. Kotchman sat naked on the bed while Marva diligently suckled his manhood. I watched her beautiful crimson locks slide up and down. The lump returned to my throat.

"Ah, the man of the hour!" said the chief hood as he witnessed my entry. At that point, a look of bliss crossed his ugly mug and he grunted with pleasure. Marva dutifully lapped up his cum once more.

"This is just the preliminary," announced Kotchman after an interval. "I save the really raunchy stuff for private. I have to complement you Gates, she certainly knows her way around a cock."

He petted Marva's head possessively and told her "Why don't you grab yourself a bite to eat. You can have ONE wine cooler." in a very patronizing manner and gestured towards a small kitchenette to one side of the room.

"Master is most generous!" gushed Marva before she rose and strode towards the alcove. Invisible to everyone else, I could tell that Marva was examining the room, her "owner" and the goons for weaknesses.

Kotchman watched her stride away before his gaze turned towards me once more and he said, "Let me show where she fits in. He hefted a small remote control a buzzer sounded and a few moments later the private elevator opened, disgorging a dozen spectacularly beautiful naked women. I noted the petite Indian girl who had serviced me immediately. Kotchman was collecting every shade of the human rainbow. Their colors ranges from fairest blonde to darkest brunette. Their pubic adornment varied as well, from hardwood floor to thick shag carpeting. All of them wore their platinum headbands and, if I am honest, nearly all of them were just as beautiful as Marva Clad in just their collars and cuffs the women made a semi-circle around their Master's bed full of anticipation.