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I gazed at Marva as our ship set down upon Nimbus Five. Both of us wanted Kotchman badly. Badly enough to cause two lone wolves to team up. Each of us had certain skills that placed up in the elite of the bounty hunter trade, still he had evaded us. The only bright side to his last evasion was that it swelled the price on his head so sweetly, that even dividing the pot in half, Marva and me would not have to ply our trade again for a very long time. We were using my ship because it made economic sense to travel together, my ship was larger, faster, and it possessed a holding cell. Once we located Kotchman, he would not elude us again.
My eyes rested upon Mara’s luminous green orbs. I asked, ‘Are you sure you want to go through with this , Marva? If you want to stay here in the ship and run reconnaissance, I’ll still split the pot with you.’
Marva’s face became cross and she replied, ‘Not a chance Henry. I’m in this to the end. I’m a hands on bounty hunter, you won’t be rid of me until we collect on Kotchman.’
‘I’m not disparaging you or your abilities, Marva. It’s just that this planet ain’t exactly woman-friendly.’
Marva smirked and replied, ‘All the better,. Kotchman won’t be expecting me. It’s not like I haven’t worked under cover before.’
‘I know that, Marva. You are a big girl and adult. I’m just being considerate and giving you the option of a support role.’
‘As if! Henry, the only favor I am going to ask of you on this planet it that you purchase our gear and be ready to help me secure Kotchman when I give the signal..’
I flashed a look of impatience and returned with, ‘You mean when I nab Kotchman!’
Marva let my boast pass over her and I continued with much sincerity, ‘Before we get started, Marva, I want you to know that I have your back, but if we get separated, I can’t be expected to work miracles. If I have to, I’ll leave with Kotchman and you will have to fend for yourself.’
‘I understand, Henry. Thank you for your concern, but as you said, I am a big girl. I have never needed help from ANY man to get myself out of trouble. If this partnership wasn’t necessary, I’d have come alone.’
‘That I would have liked to see!’ I deadpanned before making my way out of the ship and off to the immigration office and then on to the local supply house. I hated this planet after the first five minutes in the presence of the first local bureaucrat. I bit my tongue, fell into obedient lackey mode and, eventually, obtained permission for myself. A hefty bribe meant that they would look the other way when it came to Marva. As a peace officer, she had a right to perform her duty, they had to grant her that nicety at least.
Successfully having stifled the impulse to strangle the sanctimonious jerk. I hurried about the rest of my duties. Kotchman had no more than three months head start on us. He had, no doubt, chosen Nimbus Five because of its open flouting of Republic law. Most bounty hunters would not stray so far from home, I emphasize the word most. I’m not like most, neither, for that matter, is Marva. I could just picture the thug, boozing and dissipating like the pig he was. I wondered what criminal enterprises he had hatched since arriving on this world. No matter how much relaxation he was enjoying, the man simply could not go more than a week without birthing malfeasance. Even among the sharks of this world, Kotchman was an elite predator.
A few hours later, I was back at the ship. Marva had moved it to a long-term parking area. I hoped that the ‘long term ‘ would not be especially lengthy.
‘What took you so long?’ asked Marva. Not for the first time I realized just how beautiful she really is. She’s especially cute when she’s emotional, anger brings such a lovely glimmer to her cat-like green eyes.
‘What else? The only universal constant besides Carbon and stupidity, bureaucracy!’ I raised the fruit of my labors even with her eye level before I lowed it to the floor and ended with, in what I hoped was not a snickering manner, ‘Here’s your gear, ‘slave.”
‘Get stuffed, Henry!’ stated Marva as she retrieved the bag. ‘If I catch you enjoying my situation too much, I WILL off you on the way back to the Republic. Interstellar space is the perfect place to dispose of a body.’
As Marva stated the threat to my person, her entire being took on an air of menace. This caused me to one, appreciate just how skilled and tenacious Marva is at her job and two, wonder just how many bodies she had already disposed of during the course of her career.
Marva picked up the bag and strode off to the lavatory to get some semblance of privacy. Despite the close living quarters of my ship, to this point, I had not seen too much of Marva’s person. Like every man I suppose, I enjoyed what I DID see of my temporary partner. She was tall, 1.7 meters, and very well built. I guessed that her weight was a bit under fifty kilograms. I’ve seen her toss around guys a lot bigger and more powerful than she is, so much of he mass was muscle. Skilled in a number of martial arts, Marva made a formidable opponent. She owned the most beautiful head of deep red hair I had ever had the pleasure to view and fair, flawless skin. Under the right circumstances, Marva was not shy about emphasizing her beauty, but most of the time she dressed in a plain style. Marva preferred to be judged on her skills and talents as a peace officer and not her pretty face. I understood her desire, this line of work has been difficult for women in ANY era. Even though mankind now spanned the galaxy, some old fashioned views were still a long time in dying. In fact, some views long believed expired had become reanimated when mankind shed the solar system of its birth. Extremely old values had spawned places like Nimbus Five.
‘Is this all there is to it?’ asked Marva in a perplexed voice.
‘Yes, it is the standard kit. The bag is designed to break down into strips of cloth which the ‘slave’ is supposed to wear for clothing.’
‘I hate this place already!’ stated an irritated Marva
‘I said the same thing a couple of hours ago.’ I replied without a scintilla of snark. I heard Marva’s moan of displeasure followed by the sound of tearing cloth.
Now, I pride myself on being a better than average poker player. My tells are nearly invisible. You have to play me a very long time before I let you see even the false ones. I tried to push my face into its blankest most neutral state as I spied the privy door swing open. I’m positive I failed.
To go from seeing so little of Marva to seeing so much of her at once with no interval was like striding from the Arctic winter to the Equatorial Summer in a matter of seconds. My partner for this venture was essentially naked. A thin strip of black cloth barely restrained her large ample bust. About her loins, a sliver of cloth veiled her sex. Simple leather moccasins hid her feet from view and about her hips, below her intoxicating flat tummy and alluring navel was a thin belt with two pockets, one riding on each hip. About each ankle and wrist was a closed fetter. A matching ring of composite material encircled Marva’s long and lovely neck. Marva’s legs and chest were every bit as delightful in reality as they had been in my imagination. I was awestruck.
Marva appeared irked as she stated very coolly, ‘Pick your jaw from the floor, Henry and force the lock on this collar. I assume you will be smart enough NOT to lose the key!’
I quietly left out a breath and tried to pull my eyes back in my head as Marva turned her lithe body and parted her cascading crimson hair to present me the catch of the collar around her neck. I felt a tremor flow through my hands as I grasped the edges of the composite material and brought them together. The click was surprisingly loud in the confines of the cabin.
I reluctantly withdrew my hands and Marva was again facing me. ‘Now that you’ve got it out of your system, Henry, I trust that
you will not be so blatant in the future. Let’s secure the ship and head out in search of our quarry.’
‘Where should we look?’ I was finally able to state.
‘Kotchman is never too far from gambling action, there are three casinos in this burg, I suggest we start there. Like you, I want to capture this guy bad but it might take as long as a coupe of weeks to corner him and take him in. I’ll put up with this dog and pony show for the duration, but Henry, try to be a gentleman whenever possible, you know I would do the same if our situations were reversed.’
I met Marva’s intent and pleading gaze with my own. ‘I fully understand that, Marva, so long as you understand there will come certain ‘expectations’ as to how I behave in public. As far as anyone will know, on this world, I ‘own’ you. That is going to put us both in some rather compromising positions.’
‘I’m aware of that Henry,’ she replied, ‘But at heart I feel certain that you are not an asshole, please don’t prove me wrong.’
She handed me her shield, ‘No place to keep this, you better not lose it, Henry’
I pocketed Marva’s bounty hunter shield and credentials. It occurred to me that if I lost them Marva would have no way of proving who she was. I knew my partner was quite capable of taking care of herself, but she was vastly outnumbered on this planet, and I already knew before meeting any of the local females, that she was one of the most beautiful women on this world. Taking a deep breath and a moment to collect my thoughts, I wondered just what Pandora’s box we were about to open. We stepped into the bluish sun of this world and secured my spaceship. Marva fell into step a pace and a half behind me, as required of a slave on Nimbus five and we made our way to the people mover.
Once we were in the car of the people mover, I heard Marva stifle a moan. All of the men occupied the seats while the slaves sat on the floor. All of the female slaves wore the same scanty garments as Marva. Many were quite beautiful but, in all honesty, Marva outshone them all. I looked at their collars and cuffs and for the first time, I began to understand just how backward this planet really was. The situation in the car made me feel certain emotions I’d thought long buried. I’m a modern man who believes in the full equality of the sexes. I come from a long line of men who felt the same way, still, something repellent and quite reptilian began to stir in me as I gazed at the acres of bare flesh. I was eyeing a rainbow of hues and a kaleidoscope of alluring shapes, I felt myself involuntarily stiffen. I sincerely hoped we would not be long in capturing our quarry.
I was trying to focus my mind on more evolved things when the guy sitting next to me said in quite lustful tones, ‘I really like your property, buddy. Owned her long?’
I turned to face the speaker. He was tall, a bit paunchy and just about to slide into middle age. He was dressed, like myself, for the warm weather of Nimbus Five. His beady black eyes were devouring Marva, in much the same way the Big Bad Wolf, sought to devour Red Riding Hood. His look confirmed that I was far from the civilized Republic. For a panicked moment, I wondered if I would be able to blend in with these barbarians. I forced a pleased expression to my face and replied,
‘Thank you. No, no, I just got her.’
The lout licked his lips and said, ‘If you need any help in breaking her in, here’s my number.’
He presented his portable and touched it to my own in my breast pocket. I felt it vibrate as it accepted the number of his device.
‘I’m Jerry, Jerry Andrews. I’m serious about helping you break her in, pal.’
‘I’ll keep it in mind.’ I lied before I turned my face towards the window, ending the conversation. The Rose Point Casino, the largest on Nimbus Five loomed into view. A sizable majority of the passengers exited the car with me. Marva stayed right on my heels as though she had done this all her life. We did not know how long it would take us to pick up on Kotchman’s scent. Much depended on how low a profile he was keeping but Kotchman was not apt to disappear into the woodwork. Marva and I had shared our dossiers on the man during out trek to this backwater. Marva is an ace profiler and has almost a sixth sense as to what her targets are up to. I’m more of an investigator who can discern even the most minute clues. Some of my bounty hunting brethren called my ‘Mycroft’ behind my back. Marva was known as ‘Marva the Marvel’ because of both her skills and her beauty.
I’d never seen Marva work under cover before but I got the sense that she was no slouch in that department. As for me, I’d constructed what I hoped was a convincing alias as a high-rolling, high-stakes gambler with access to large sums of money from various nefarious sources. I’ve used similar aliases before. For the last two weeks, I’d been planting news of my comings and goings on the galactic web in the places where the seedier members of the human and allied races congregate. Marva, taking the only option available to her on a planet of Neanderthal-like male supremacists, my slave girl. I tried to focus solely on the job at hand but the thought of Marva waiting on me and tending to me, had an undeniable appeal. I realized that staying focused on this assignment would be harder than any previous case.
We passed the vestibule of the Rose Point casino. I’d been in so many of these places over the years that I never noticed the décor. My focus was always on the gaming tables and on sniffing out my quarry. I flashed my phony credentials at the gate.
‘Welcome, Mister Gates. I see that this is your first visit with us. If you intend to bring your slave onto the gaming floor she will have to be assessed, otherwise, you may leave her in the lounge and reclaim her when you leave.’
This was an unexpected hurdle. The clerk read my befuddled expression. ‘Rules of all the gambling houses on Nimbus Five. If she is on the floor, she becomes an asset just like your cash and chips, You can use her for collateral, wager her just like any other stake. Of course, that means you can lose her as well. But of course, it wouldn’t be gambling if it carried no risk. Rose Point shares its assessment rating services with all of the other houses on the planet, meaning once she’s assessed, you don’t have to do it again. Her assessed value is readily transferable and recognized implicitly.’
The irritated look upon my face was not entirely an act. I needed Marva’s input as an investigator as well as camouflage for myself. Out of the corner of my vision, I noted Marva’s subtle nod. Making my irritation obvious in my voice I asked, ‘And just how long will THAT take?’
‘Not long sir, you are entitled to a complimentary beverage while you wait.’
A guard in a slightly different uniform arrived when the clerk at the gate waved. He eyed Marva head to toe but was polite
From a small computer by the clerk at the gate’s elbow, two laminated photographs of myself popped out. These were affixed to lanyards, one of which went around my neck and the other around Marva’s.
‘Thank you for being so understanding, sir.’ He nodded at the newly arrived clerk who made a step forward. I nodded at Marva and stated, ‘Follow the gentleman, slave.’
I saw the two of them disappear into a side door. I strode past the front gate and helped myself to that drink. Whatever was going on behind those doors I knew that Marva could handle it, still part of me rebelled at the idea of her rated and objectified like a piece of meat. Then I recalled that is because of things like wagering in human flesh that had attracted our quarry to this rock in the first place. Instead of allowing my mind to run away with itself, instead of focusing on the door to the slave assessment office, I pictured Marva’s smile as she slid the cuffs on Kotchman after leveling him with a kick to the nuts.
Between happy thoughts, I scanned the layout of the gambling tables. The
miracle that I’d hoped to spy, a vision of the hulking Kotchman, back to me, focused upon the cards in his hands, failed to materialize. I don’t know how much time passed but the door to the slave assessment room swung open again. Marva was a pace behind the attendant who had first escorted her, skin flushed, adjusting her minuscule clothing. For a brief interval, her spectacular tits were completely free of obscuring cloth. I could lie and say that I focused only upon Marva’s face and thought only about our partnership. The truth was, I had never seen a finer pair of tits. Man, staying on point was going to take everything I had!
The attendant walked Marva over to me and said in a very business-like manner, ‘Quite a lovely piece of property you have here, Mister Gates. Nice athletic build, fine lines, great kinetic-sex ratio and whip smart. She tests off at top value 125,000 credits. Have here wear this platinum headband while on the gaming floor. If you’d like to borrow against her I can …’
I cut the guy off with a simple, ‘Thank you, that won’t be necessary. My wallet is full enough.’
‘Fine, sir but if you change your mind our office is open twenty-four seven.’
He handed me the platinum headband, turned to face Marva and said very politely, ‘It was nice meeting you.’
Marva curtsied, like an obedient slave and the man strode off.
‘What happened in there?’ I asked.
Marva stared at me hotly and replied, ‘You can imagine whatever you want ‘Master’. All I will say is that if we don’t nab Kotchman soon, and I have to spend any extended period of time on this rock, that when I DO come return it will be with every spare Amazon warrior Curie’s planet can spare!’
After a moment to collect herself, Marva’s intense look of rage vanished.
I handed her the platinum headband and asked sincerely, ‘Are you ready to go?’
‘Yes, ‘Master’ Let’s look for clues at the medium stakes table. Those guys are always full of the best gossip, not the clams the high rollers tend to be. Also, Henry, you have to make a name for yourself, and I, as revolting as it is, need to show off the merchandise. Enjoy yourself, Henry, but if you turn into the same kind of pig as the other men who populate this planet, I am quite capable of castrating you in your sleep. ALWAYS remember that.’
‘Certainly, Marva, so long as you remember that you HAVE to blend in on this planet or it will ba as though we have neon signs around our necks and won’t be able to catch a cold let alone Kotchman.’
‘Understood. Master.’ That was the first time Marva called me that without icy intonations. I stood amazed as I witnessed the unique, strongest, most independent woman I knew took on the placid, vacant air of a Nimbus Five slave girl. It was at that moment I realized that if Marva had not gone into law enforcement, she would have been an award winning actress. A Chameleon would envy her mimicry skills. Turning my face into a mask of inscrutability I turned with Marva on my heels and plunged into the noise and din of the gaming floor.
The mid-range poker tables were the perfect place to test the waters. The guys tended to play a high stakes game on occasion but lacked the funds to sit in regularly, perfect pumps to prime for information. A game had just begun and my wad of Republic notes found me a seat. Marva became very solicitous, fetching me a drink and in a subtle yet deliberate circuit of the table, allowed herself to be drunk in by all of the men. None of the other slaves wore a platinum headband. I spied a silver, three golds, and a much older slave wearing bronze. None of the other women were as attractive as Marva, One gold band wore the currently in vogue purple die job, which I despised. She was petite and slim with a pierced navel bearing a multifaceted gem, She looked like she knew her way around a cock, if you know what I mean. One was a dirty blonde with a pretty face, huge tits and tattooed sleeves on both arms. Her nipples, behind the thin strip of fabric restraining them, were clearly pierced with gold bars. The third gold headband was of Asian heritage, she could have been from any settled world, however. She was topless as her master had jokingly tugged away her top. Her very nice but modest breasts were surmounted with two darker areolas and nipples A beautiful green tattooed dragon covered all of her lovely back, its pointed tail vanishing between her fantastic butt cheeks. The slave who wore a silver headband was bit chunky but still alluring, her body was unmarked by tattoos and piercings. She was ordinary in every way, I like her eyes and long brown hair. The bronze was, at least, a decade or more, older than all of the other slaves. Her olive skin glistened with body oil, her long black hair has a white streak through it. Her compact body was lean of limb and narrow of waist, not a bad alternative at all to all of the young flesh on display. Her owner was the oldest guy at the table. It was obvious that the two had been an item for a long time in the way they interacted and playfully joked with each other. On another world the two, no doubt, would have been husband and wife.
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