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painfully, to an unbelievably tiny 43 sems.* A stern woman, respected by the
several female creatures Captain Man-janungo kept onboard for his amusement.
They were not called women; this one was. "My Lord," she said quietly but with
clear enunciation, with her head deferentially bowed as he required. (Once one
of his girls, in the throes of passion in her lordly captain's lordly bed, had
quite forgotten herself and called him by name. She had spent the next 25
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hours painfully bound in a standing position: elbows snugged quite together
behind her back, her offending mouth stuff-gagged with expandafoam so that her
jaws creaked. And she was plugged both fore and aft. Man-janungo had intended
the punishment as a lesson, and as her shoulders and calves first told her
they were dying and then went into a fearsome chill numbness, she learned. Now
she was chief of girls, and she stood before him. Never mind her name; now she
was called Intaglio. And no one on Starwolf called its master other than
"Captain" or "my lord.") "Kenyo?" he queried, striding past her. He had used
the commlink concealed in a button of his coat's sleeve to order contact made
with his lieutenant. "Javad began comm-seeking him at once,
Captain." Manjanungo nodded shortly, striding to his ship's con-cabin, which
he liked to call the bridge. There he found Javad, one of the two Joser
jailbirds he had taken on as crew, waiting. The link was made, with Kenyo.
Manjanungo snatched the commlink and gave his instructions quickly. The moment
he had Kenyo's very-long distance and succinct "Firm," Manjanungo passed * 43
centimeters: 17 inches, Old Style 12 the commlink to Javad and took up the
inship unit. "As soon as Jenk comes up from onplanet," he announced to all
onboard, "we clear and redshift. We have a most important mission in concert
with another captain, and we will be boosting. You brats had better ease each
other's corsets and strap down. Topaz: to my cabin. Intaglio, see to our
guest. Ah-shipdoc will be a nice safe place for her! See to it!" Elsewhere on
the ship, the girl whose hair he had caused to be dyed yellow and then named
her for its hue disengaged herself from another girl and hurried without
reluctance toward the master's cabin. While Intaglio was covered chin to toes
and past the wristbones in refulgent white, Topaz wore only the corset
Man-janungo mandated. It proffered her breasts without covering them above a
full, semi-transparent swish-skirt of pale cream yellow. Quite short and
propped on tall slim heels, she nevertheless walked rapidly and with ease.
Intaglio had trained her well. Topaz had no desire to spend further hours
stuff-gagged and with her elbows touching, behind her back. Alone in the
captain's carpeted and wall-hung cabin, she prepared a drink and inserted a
redjoy stick in his holder before she took up her pose of awaiting her lord.
On her knees. A considerable time later and a long way from Qalara, the two
pirate captains had arrived at their widely separated rendezvous points and
made commlink. Hanging like tiny ornaments in the eternal twilight of space
here near the center of the Galaxy's tightening spiral, they made more
specific plans and oversaw shipboard preparations. And then both their
SIPACUMs reported the approach of a third spacecraft. 13 "Give me a plot,"
Manjanungo said, while Sibanda said or keyed in a similar command to the
Ship's Inboard Processing And Computing Unit (Modular) over on her