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Spacewarp, v. 5, issue 2, whole no. 26, May 1949
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He had rolled over onto the butt. The butt busily smouldered its sexy way through Igor's fleshy jaw. Igor was no longer attracted to Starr's butt. At this moment, Upperberth's door opened. Igor was so concentrated on trying to get off Starr's butt that he failed to notice it. Only when the lovely gowned figure of a curvey woman towered above him did he pause in his struggles. He recognized the delicately-arched foot beside his nose. He gasped, horrified. "Priestess!" "Are you having difficulty, Igor?" her voice was soft, soft as a feather bed. The suggestion of a smile played about her full, red lips. "Priestess," the alien pleaded, "turn me over! Starr's butt is causing me great pain!" An eyebrow rose, lips pursed. "Please, Igor -- restrain yourself -- even though I agree the woman should get a new girdle." She shoved a toe under Igor, and, with a flash of golden leg, turned him over. "Did you kill Upperberth?" Igor opened his mouth, gasping like a fish out of water. "I tried, Priestess, I tried. But I slipped and fell in water and became intoxicated and fell asleep and --" The Priestess screamed with fury. The golden leg flashed forth again, fetching Igor a kick in the side. "You failed!" she snarled. "it was your last chance to escape punishment -- and you failed!" "Don't have me punished, Priestess!" Igor's face blanched in terror. "Please, Priestess -- I've been a faithful servant to you and to our Master....." his voice trailed off into silence. "I am truly sorry, Igor," the Priestess aid. "As a creation of the Master's mind, you were all but perfect for the job you were to do. Already the Priestess was consigning Igor to the past tense. "Then you are going to ask the Master to put me out of his mind?" "I am forced to." She knelt beside him and touched his cheek with her cool hands. "Had the Master only thought you smarter, Igor" -- she sighed -- "instead of creating you a stupid, lout, fit only to follow orders....." "Why could I not be like you, Priestess -- a real person, instead of only the thought manifestation of the Master?" Igor wailed. "I was born," the Priestess replied. "I am one of the few living ones left of the tribe of Kartan[[?]]. To make up for our lack of numbers the Master creates thought manifestations for dangerous work." "But I have feelings....." "There will be no pain when the master ceases to think of you," the Priestess said. "You will just cease to be." "But --" "There are no 'buts,'" she shreiked. "You failed in your work! I need von Heine's space ship -- but, falling far short of that, you failed to kill Upperberth. Luckily I found that von Heine was going to pilot the ship himself. I killed him, and now when I steal his body, the master can pick his brain for the secret of the space ship's 11
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He had rolled over onto the butt. The butt busily smouldered its sexy way through Igor's fleshy jaw. Igor was no longer attracted to Starr's butt. At this moment, Upperberth's door opened. Igor was so concentrated on trying to get off Starr's butt that he failed to notice it. Only when the lovely gowned figure of a curvey woman towered above him did he pause in his struggles. He recognized the delicately-arched foot beside his nose. He gasped, horrified. "Priestess!" "Are you having difficulty, Igor?" her voice was soft, soft as a feather bed. The suggestion of a smile played about her full, red lips. "Priestess," the alien pleaded, "turn me over! Starr's butt is causing me great pain!" An eyebrow rose, lips pursed. "Please, Igor -- restrain yourself -- even though I agree the woman should get a new girdle." She shoved a toe under Igor, and, with a flash of golden leg, turned him over. "Did you kill Upperberth?" Igor opened his mouth, gasping like a fish out of water. "I tried, Priestess, I tried. But I slipped and fell in water and became intoxicated and fell asleep and --" The Priestess screamed with fury. The golden leg flashed forth again, fetching Igor a kick in the side. "You failed!" she snarled. "it was your last chance to escape punishment -- and you failed!" "Don't have me punished, Priestess!" Igor's face blanched in terror. "Please, Priestess -- I've been a faithful servant to you and to our Master....." his voice trailed off into silence. "I am truly sorry, Igor," the Priestess aid. "As a creation of the Master's mind, you were all but perfect for the job you were to do. Already the Priestess was consigning Igor to the past tense. "Then you are going to ask the Master to put me out of his mind?" "I am forced to." She knelt beside him and touched his cheek with her cool hands. "Had the Master only thought you smarter, Igor" -- she sighed -- "instead of creating you a stupid, lout, fit only to follow orders....." "Why could I not be like you, Priestess -- a real person, instead of only the thought manifestation of the Master?" Igor wailed. "I was born," the Priestess replied. "I am one of the few living ones left of the tribe of Kartan[[?]]. To make up for our lack of numbers the Master creates thought manifestations for dangerous work." "But I have feelings....." "There will be no pain when the master ceases to think of you," the Priestess said. "You will just cease to be." "But --" "There are no 'buts,'" she shreiked. "You failed in your work! I need von Heine's space ship -- but, falling far short of that, you failed to kill Upperberth. Luckily I found that von Heine was going to pilot the ship himself. I killed him, and now when I steal his body, the master can pick his brain for the secret of the space ship's 11
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