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Federal Agent and you’re....”
    His raised hand stopped her.
    “You will answer my questions, nothing more. And you will address me as ‘Sir’. You will also address any of my crew as ‘Sir’. Now, let’s try again. What is your name?”
    “Mallory Channing .. Sir.” She found his intense stare unsettling.
    “No! And I am only going to tell you this once, and only once. You have stolen aboard my boat. By all the laws of the sea, it is the Captain’s right to deal with stowaways as he pleases. So you see, you are mine to do with as I like. Now, we’ll start all over. I don’t care what your name used to be. It changed the minute you set foot on this boat. Here we use only nicknames. It protects the innocent,” he added with a trace of a smile; a muffled snicker came from the two crewmen. “From now on you will be known as Cunt 9, do you understand?” he spoke slowly and carefully.
    The man looked at Mallory with the deadpan expression of a snake studying its prey. She felt a shiver run through her, and for the first time, she actually knew fear; palpable, heart-pounding fear. Her throat was dry as she tried the words.
    “Yes...I understand...Sir.” The last was quickly added when his gaze flickered.
    “Good. Now, what is your name?”
    Mallory felt a crazy urge to laugh at him. The whole thing was so absurd! Yet the deadly quiet and the intensity of his gaze, convinced her that she must not trifle with this man. She heard herself saying the mandated words.
    “C..Cunt.. 9, Sir”, she whispered, burning with profound humiliation.
    He repeated the formula with Kip, who was promptly dubbed Cunt 10. Kip obeyed, her tousled head hung low, eyes studying the rug.
    “We shall have to do something about your manners. Raise your heads. Look at me when I talk to you.”
    A detailed interrogation followed. They went over the same ground again and again. The man seemed intent on finding out what they knew, how they had come to suspect the Big Wizz , and who else knew they were onboard. He spoke in a calm even voice, and listened to her answers with that expressionless look. Still there was something about his hard blue eyes that remained unsettling. The agents knew they would have to be very careful.
    At first, Mallory kept her answers terse, though in time, she tried to convince the man that particular craft was well known to the police; was under suspicion by a swarm of detectives who knew that they had gone aboard. He had best give up before he was charged with kidnapping federal agents.
    For a moment, he searched her face with his pale blue eyes. Then, in a gesture designed to show her just how much he feared her implied threats, he picked up their identification tags and casually tossed them out a porthole.
    “You still don’t understand, Cunt 9. This vessel is already in international waters. Your agency has no jurisdiction.” He leaned across the desk, bringing his face close to hers. His voice was low and deadly.
    “You’re no longer Ms Mallory Channing, Government Agent. On this ship, you’re a cunt…Cunt 9 - and I own you. A nice-looking cunt, I’ll grant you, but one who, at the moment, is in deep trouble. I might just as well tie you up and dump you over the side, but that sweet ass of yours has saved you, at least for now. I have a feeling your ass might be ‘useful’ to me, so I’m going to let you live. Now if you, and little sister here are real good girls, and if you’re obedient, and nice to me and my crew, then maybe, just maybe, you’ll live to see port.”
    He backed away and sat down, tilting back in his chair, and lit a cigarette.
    "Now, both of you, stand up,” he ordered quietly.
    They did as they were told, standing to face their captor.
    “Get undressed.” The deadly eyes never wavered.
    Kip looked at Mallory, but the senior agent looked away. They had no choice. Their hands went to their shorts. Mallory, unbuckled the belt and opened her baggy shorts, holding them up as if