Rogue Fury Ch. 09 - The Rescue

K'rra knelt in the cell. It felt good, natural. She imagined Kaster was there looking down at her. She knew she had to act if she ever wanted to hear him call her a good girl again.

Opening her eyes, she saw Sheriff standing at the open door. The other constables were off performing their duties. He was keeping them busy in order to steal some private time with K'rra. She had to tread carefully with her asks. Anything outside his moral comfort zone could backfire and cause a vicious backlash.

Looking up into his eyes, she said, "I need to taste you."

The sheriff licked his lips. He knew relations with prisoners were against the rules, highly immoral, and outright illegal, but K'rra had been servicing him several times over the last twenty-four hours. He gave her a pained look as if struggling to justify what he wanted versus the moral implications of a lawman taking advantage of his ward. His lust won.

Stepping forward, he looked back over his shoulder to ensure no one was in the station. Unzipping, he freed himself from his pants and stood in front of the slave, holding himself to her face.

K'rra cooed as if his cock was the most delicious in the entire universe. "Stars, yes," she moaned as she rubbed his shaft across her face, "I need this."

Her piercings buzzed happily. She was probably at the extreme range of the controller unit installed on the Outlander. Her slave implants rewarded her whenever she performed service. The delicious tickles to her clit made her ache to do more than take him in her mouth. But she was Kaster's, and he'd not given her permission to fully enjoy others. Technically, he hadn't given her permission to service others orally, but she was currently in extenuating circumstances.

She finished the sheriff quickly, enjoying his uncontrolled moans. With every squeeze of her new back throat muscles, K'rra imagined him becoming wound ever deeper in a web of love hormones. With every blowjob, he was more her slave than she had ever been. The sheriff was never aware of it, though, making his slavery far more insidious than her own. K'rra relished that she'd so completely turned the tables of the very people who had captured her lover and owner.

When the sheriff cried out in climax, K'rra finished him expertly without wasting a single drop of his cum. She stood and guided the office to sit on her bunk, then snuggled into him under an arm. She yearned to feel skin against her own and wished she could remain naked in the cell at all times. This was a sparsely populated world, however, with frontier morals. The possibility of an outrage when some random citizen came to the police station and saw her naked and kneeling wasn't a risk she was willing to take. She wore her jumpsuit at all times, including now. Skin contact would more effectively allow her suggestions to sink in during the post-ejaculate bliss, but judging the Sheriff's reaction, it wasn't something she needed to worry too much about.

"Dear," she cooed into his ear. "I need you to do something for me."

"Um hmm."

"I finished my project, there on the table."

He smiled and sleepily opened one eye. "It still looks like a weapon."

She snuggled against him, pressing her breast to the side of his chest. "I promised you it wasn't. It's a projector."

"Yeah?" he said closing his eyes again.

"I promised. No weapons. It is a neutrino projector." She pressed her lips to his ear, nipping at him as she asked, "I need you to use this projector with one of your constables. I need this. And I will be so grateful to you if you help me."

He opened his eyes, looking at the rifle-sized jerry-rigged object on the cell table. "You want me to use it?"

"That or the receptors. Two people. One project, one receives."

"I know you don't like hearing about Kaster. But the girl, Kae... She was my lover. Not as amazing as you... but I need to know if she's still there, that that weird religious cult hasn't hurt her. Maybe someday all three of us could have some fun... But I need to know she's okay."

"And the projector will help how?"

She pressed her body to his, letting her soft form play games with his rational mind. "It will fire sub-atomic particles through the building. They're harmless. But as they pass through the temple, they'll indicate the materials that slowed their travel when they reach the receptor. That will tell me if my girlfriend, more a sex-friend really, is okay, and where she might be located in the building."

"I can assure you the Furys haven't harmed her."

"Then why won't they let you see her?"

"They said she's a Rogue-Fury, that she could use me to escape."

"It's rubbish. They know about us, the things we do together when we lie naked in bed. Religious kooks are all the same. Trying to force their uptight ways on everyone else. If we could have had a conjugal visit... You'd have died in bliss."

"Void..."

"You don't even know the things we did to the last man that joined us. We sucked more spunk out of him than an entire Wotin bordello."

"Oh void..."

"That's what's waiting for you if you do this for me. Have you ever had a Nebula Pizzle Twist, a Plasma Pucker, or an Elliptical Skin Dive with two nymphos? Do this, and I promise we'll do all three."

"Void, yes. I'll do it."

*****

When the sheriff Baska returned, Yvan followed in a tight orbit. The sheriff held the projector while Baska cradled the receptor as if his life depended on it.

K'rra left her cell where Constable Dvvyn lay on her bunk, exhausted and spent from a session of oral pleasure. K'rra was kept busy keeping all the constables happy, but it was nowhere near the frantic service schedule she'd performed while in Vol Vydon's harem.

She checked her jumpsuit for any stains, finding none. She exited the cell and went to a workstation. When Yvan set the receptor in front of her K'rra wired it into the workstation and started analyzing the data. In minutes, she started getting a rough map of the interior of the Fury temple.

The neutrinos passing through the building slowed slightly when traveling through other materials like stone walls or bodies. By analyzing the path of the neutrinos through the building at different angles, an interior map began to form, along with pinpoint positions where biologicals had been. It soon became apparent that about a half dozen people were moving around in the temple's interior, but two spots where soft, squishy people remained in a tight space. Those two soft spots indicated people were confined and unable to roam around at will. Luckily, they were in rooms on the outer wall of the temple.

An explosion could quickly free the two prisoners. The problem was that in this small town, that would be heard by every complicating any escape attempt. There was also the possibility of hurting the prisoners in such a brazen escape.

K'rra turned back to the flight paths of the neutrinos and began analyzing their precise velocities through the hardened materials of the walls. After a few hours of cross-referencing and studying the particles' behaviors, she finally determined that the temple walls were made with commercial ferrocrete. The exact brand didn't matter; commercial-grade versions weren't nearly as resilient as the types used by militaries to build fortifications. K'rra was linked to the planetary library system and studied galactic construction techniques for another hour.

Finally done with her studies, she turned and saw the sheriff was still in the building with her.

"How would you like to have that threesome this evening?" she asked.

The sheriff shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Yeah?"

"I need one more thing from my ship," she told him. "There are claxon speakers at each of the landing gear. Bring me two of them. That's all I need. Bring them as fast as you can."

"It's illegal to land a vessel in atmosphere without the landing warning alarm."

"Pizzle twist," she said. The sheriff left her alone in the office with an open cell door. She went to the cell and gathered the soldering and electronic tools she'd used to modify the neutrino projector. Using spare parts, she quickly assembled a controller board and programmed it while the sheriff was out.

When he returned, she inspected the speakers. Industrial grade built not only to weather exits and reentries to atmospheres, but they could also broadcast in the worst environmental conditions. She linked the controlled board to them and gave one back to the sheriff.

"When we get to the temple, I need you to go to the far side of the back of the building. I'll be in sight on the other side. We're going to point the speakers to the center of the building and not at each other. Understand?"

"Sure," the sheriff agreed, "But what for?"

"A serenade. If all goes well, you be getting your pizzle twisted to heart's content." She let the sheriff's imagination run wild for a few moments. When he reached down to adjust himself, she considered one last round of oral to keep him tightly chained to her. She decided it wasn't necessary. His slavery to her would end tonight.

"One last thing," she said. "Call in a shadow cat sighting to the temple."

"Wait? Why?"

"Because we need to distract Fury Jae. That bitch cunt won't let us have a conjugal if she's there. A little trick to give us some time."

The sheriff looked lost in thought. K'rra knew that he was having a moral tug-of-war. K'rra imagined a scene she'd seen in a human video in the past. On one shoulder, the sheriff's conscience, probably an image of himself or his family offering sound advice. On the other, two willing and eager women offering sensual delights the sheriff had probably only heard about in dirty innuendo. His cock won out and he placed the call.

The two then made their way down the town street to the temple. K'rra used the sheriff's body to shield her as they watched from a half block away. She looked through her medical bag and removed a scalpel. It had a tiny plasma blade and would make a terrible weapon, but she tucked it into her waistband anyway. When the Fury Jae left on a gravbike, they moved around to the rear of the building.

K'rra pointed to the far side after taking the sheriff's baton. Each placed their speakers a dozen yards from the building, with each speaker pointed to the center of the building. When the speakers came to life, they made a low-pitched rumble that seemed to intensify and overlap. K'rra watched as dust seemed to vibrate off the building. Inside, she imagined the attendants could hear and feel the ripple of the audio waves assaulting the temple.

At exactly two minutes, just as an attendant came around the back of the building on the sheriff's side, K'rra marched up to the center of the building to where she thought the cells for Kaster and Kae were most likely to be. The wretched noise from the speakers made her bones vibrate as if they were being shaken apart. Ignoring the unsettling feeling K'rra hefted the batton and struck the building as hard as she could.

Cracks exploded from where the baton struck, spiderwebbing across the building. Dust puffed out of the cracks, filling the air with a choking cloud. Whatever words the attendant was yelling at the sheriff were lost in the cacophony of noise caused by the speakers. The sheriff yelled at the attendant who was making wild gestures.

K'rra stuck the temple's outer wall twice more, and a long section gave way, crumbling inwards and revealing a row of small rooms. When she saw Kaster, hands cuffed behind his back and wearing a gag mask, she rushed through the dust and rubble and threw her arms around him.

She showed him the scalpel, and he spun instantly, presenting his binders. K'rra carefully cut the connecting hinge, not quite freeing Kaster but giving use of his arms back to him. He took the blade, set it near his face, and cut the gag away.

He swept her up in his arms and crushed her lips with a kiss that stole her breath.

They might be weaponless, surrounded by constables, escaping from detainment, on a hostile world with a loose Fury and bounty hunters after them, but right now, she did not care. All was perfect in her universe.

*****

Breaking the kiss, Kaster yelled into the maelstrom, "I'm sorry."

K'rra could barely hear over the screeching of the speakers. She tried to pull him into another kiss, but his eyes were hard. She cried back, "Sorry for what?"

"For putting you in harm's way. I never meant things to go this way."

K'rra leaned into his ear, "For a true master, I'd do anything. For you, I'd do anything."

"Let's finish this and be done."

She pressed her forehead to his chest, happy to imagine them in some distant world without a care in the world. She saw herself kneeling at his feet, blissfully making his every moment easier with her service. Their needs of the flesh constantly sated. She wanted to be naked at his feet for the rest of her life.

All too soon, he disentangled her arms and left her as he marched back into the ruin of the temple. She stumbled back away from the temple, covering her ears, trying to find a quieter spot behind the speakers. The thick mask of dust prevented her from seeing where he'd gone or what he might be doing.

A blaster shot started K'rra, making her nearly jump out of her coveralls. She searched and saw the attendant's body slump to the ground. The sheriff had stunned the man, and they were no longer arguing. The lawman looked up and begin marching toward her.

K'rra was spent. She had nothing left in reserves. All her plans and all her resources had been used to make this moment happen. She wanted to just fall to her knees and beg for chains. With a gnawing unease, she watched as he stomped towards her.

A figure emerged in the dust. For a moment, K'rra felt an overwhelming wash of relief, then she realized it was Kae. The young woman was coughing into a hand but was alert and looking around, ready for a fight. The sheriff turned and lifted his offhand. Kae, probably not processing everything fully, strode forward quickly and struck him with the baton Kaster had taken. Before his body could fall back, she'd struck him several more times as she danced quickly around him. He slumped to the ground, and the Rogue Fury lifted the stun pistol from his comatose hand.

Stepping backward, K'rra was amazed at the speed at which Kae had reacted. She'd seen Kaster beat the woman in combat, but Kae was still lightning fast. She was so relieved and ecstatic to see her that K'rra wanted to fling her arms around the younger woman and crush her in an embrace. Before K'rra could say anything or react at all, Kae slid the baton into her belted waist and grabbed the slave by the elbow.

"Let's go!" Kae shouted between coughing fits.

"No! Where's Kaster?" K'rra yelled. It had taken all her willpower to say no to her co-owner and oh-so-lovely mistress. She wanted to make Kae happy, but her first allegiance was to her true master. She felt torn in two, split asunder.

"His orders! He wants the ship ready to leave."

Kae yanked K'rra's elbow, pulling the slave along. The stabbing pain in K'rra's chest was unbearable, but she had to believe and obey her mistress. The two staggered out of the dust clouds, leaving the speakers and debris behind.

As the two stumbled from around the temple to the town streets, they saw a small crowd of people had come out of homes and businesses to investigate the clamor. Kae was wracked with coughing fits but still strode like royalty, pulling K'rra behind her. K'rra followed, constantly looking back to the temple, hoping that Kaster would come plunging through the billowing dust clouds.

One man marched out into the street to intercept them. Kae lifted the stunner and blasted, knocking him to the ground instantly. Some folks screamed and ran or dodged back into buildings. Citizens who'd come out to see the spectacle at the temple now realized the situation was still developing. Kae marched over the unconscious man with K'rra in tow.

"I didn't think the Furys used blasters," K'rra muttered, barely able to hear herself over the ringing in her ears.

"I'm not a Fury," Kae spat as she continued marching down the street.

Two constables came running along a side street. One of them yelled, "Release the hostage!"

It took a heartbeat for K'rra to realize they meant her. They thought Kae was kidnapping her. That was all the time she had to process anything before the street erupted in violence.

Kae stepped backward, shoving K'rra hard in the chest. The force of the blow knocked the wind from her and sent her staggering backward. Tripping on her own feet, K'rra tumbled, landing heavily on her ass.

Stunner bolts flew down the street, sending the constables scrambling for cover. Kae darted up to a building firing as she went, leaving K'rra alone in the middle of the dirt street. The constables ducked behind a ground car and into a door alcove, firing their own stunners in response. K'rra sat stunned as colorful beams flashed up and down the street, some coming perilously close.

Rolling to her feet, K'rra sprinted through an intersection, racing towards the small commercial spaceport. She didn't have the inclination or time to worry about who was shooting at what or where the blaster bolts were flying. Her Master wanted the ship ready for departure, and she would die making it happen if needed.

Seeing a parked vehicle in front of a shop, K'rra sped to it and dropped behind it, her breath ragged fire in her chest. A woman huddled there with a child just in front of her. K'rra was horrified. It was thrilling being in a grand adventure and risking life and limb for her love, but the thought of innocent people being hurt made her sick.

"Get into a building. Now!" K'rra screamed at the wide-eyed mother. The woman clutched her child and raced away.

K'rra peeked down the street to see Kae sidestepping through the intersection as she fired several shots. The younger woman spun and took cover on the corner of the building. Seeing K'rra, she winked and gestured for the slave to keep moving.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, K'rra noticed her hands shaking. She'd never been in a firefight before. The constables and Kae were most likely all armed with stunners, but when bolts started flying, the fear of death became an icy fist clutching her heart. She swore to herself that they were just stunners, the worst that could happen was being knocked unconscious. She wanted to stay hidden behind the vehicle but forced herself to stand and dash out into the open once again.

A door slid open ahead, and a human man stepped out with a scatterblast in his hands. It was a short, stubby, crude weapon made to spray a target with blaster shots for those with poor aim. K'rra skittered to a stop right in front of the man blocking her path to the ship. She opened her mouth and tried to say something, anything, as he turned and the weapon barrel came pointing right into her midriff.

A shot rang out. K'rra felt all the hairs on her left side tingle in a sharp jolt. A blur of red light wicked past, bathing the man with the nasty weapon. He jerked back, staggering, and turned spastically towards the door he'd just exited. The scattershot went off, blasting a massive furrow in the masonry of the building. Had he turned the other way, K'rra would have been obliterated.

His body crumpled to the ground, the scattershot clattering in the dust. K'rra could only stare, mouth agape at how close she'd come to instant death.

"Move your ass!" Kae yelled as she shoved K'rra hard.

K'rra stumbled, nearly tripping on the unconscious man. Her feet took over with a mind of their own, and she found herself racing down the street. With a quick glance back, she saw Kae fire off a few more stunner shots, spin, and snatch the scattershot from the ground.

The odds that people would die increased significantly. K'rra doubled her pace, sprinting all out with no thought of breath.

She slammed into the doors of the starport before they even had an opportunity to slide open. Choking for breath, she slapped the doors, willing them to open faster. When they finally parted enough, she squeezed through, seeing red stars dance from lack of breath. She only managed a few steps inside when she collapsed to her knees.

Standing before her was the Fury Kae, with a lit Waveblade in her hands.

*****

K'rra dropped to her knees, going immediately into her submission pose. The doors behind her slid closed leaving her alone with the Fury in the small lobby, behind the Fury Jae doors to the landed ships outside. There was little in the lobby but for a few benches and a counter whose shutter had been drawn closed.

Jae did nothing. She stood glaring at the kneeling slave. K'rra saw the Fury's hand tighten around the pommel of the WaveBlade.

"Mistress, I beg your forgiveness," K'rra said.

"Quiet. You've caused enough damage." Jae spat.

"I am but a humble slave prostate and begging to please-"

"I said quiet!" Jae yelled. The force of it shocked K'rra. Her understanding was that the Fury's religious mantras encouraged inner peace and setting disquieting emotions aside.

The doors behind K'rra hissed open. A flurry of click, hard shoes on the tile, slowed. She watched as the Fury's gaze left her to focus on the other person. The clicking slowed more, and K'rra saw Kae out of the corner of her eye. Kae held her blaster in both hands relaxed at her hip. Kae took a defiant stance, the blaster aimed at the Fury casually.

"Do you hate me so much, sister?" Both Kae and Jae said at once.

K'rra was so unnerved by the stereo sound she broke protocol and turned her arm and torso so she could see both at once. The two women stood a dozen yards apart, each with legs spread and arms at their sides. They were mirror images of each other. One held a blast cradled in both arms, the other a flickering WaveBlade. Each could kill the other in a heartbeat.

Kae wore black, skin-tight clothing. Her hair was a wild mane of dark curls. The Fury Fae stood in her religious robes, layers of black on black. Her dark hair was pulled back tight against the scalp with a wild tangle of ponytail at the back of her skull. Their faces were the same: dark, brooding, eyes ablaze with an anger that seeped down to their very souls. K'rra understood in an instant that they meant to kill each other. She scrambled backward to get as far away from the two brewing storms as possible.

"You could have joined us," Fury Jae said.

"Only at the cost of my soul," her wild sister hissed back.

"Look where your emotional outbursts have brought you." The Fury replied circling away from Krr'a.

"At least I lived free." Jaw shot back as she circled her sister. Both walked counter-clockwise, pivoting around an invisible point directly between them.

"In a mud hut? Like a savage?" Jae let the tip of her WaveBlade dip down low to the ground.

"Better than a lobotomized husk. You once had such passion." Kae said.

"And you were never able to control yourself." The WaveBlade swept back up.

"And for that, they convinced you to kill me?" The blaster never wavered.

"It is the way," the Fury said. "Our is a power too great to be influenced by emotion."

"Their way is a lie. It's about control. You are no less a slave than her," Kae pointed to K'rra.

K'rra could see with every stalking step the two were preparing themselves for violence. She screamed, "Enough! No one needs to die. We can have a difference of opinion and still co-exists."

"But we cannot," the rogue Kae replied. "Her order exists only to bring Focus users into their fold. Join or die. Give up your humanity or die. Turn your back on emotions or die. I refuse, and therefore I must die."

K'rra shook her head it couldn't be true. The history books painted the Furys as defenders of civilization, order, and justice. Even though now in decline, they had once stood for something noble. She couldn't believe what Kae was saying.

"And how would civilization fare with your kind using the Focus unconstrained? A murder when you get angry? A little mind control when someone disagrees? Or maybe a bank robbery when you feel needy?"

"You tried to starve me out!" Kae yelled.

"And in your emotionful state, you did exactly what the Furys knew you would do: lash out at those who couldn't defend themselves."

"You forced my hand!" The blaster quivered in Kae's grasp.

"We did." Fury Jae said with no emotion. "We flushed you out. Knowing your unconstrained emotionality would lead to precisely this."

A tear ran down Kae's cheek. "What sort of monster would hunt her own sister?"

"What sort of monster would prey on those who could not defend themselves?"

"Come and do it then, sister."

"Come and do it then."

The blaster erupted. The WaveBlade blurred into action. Bright bolts of energy flashed through the air. The Blade swung in vibrant arcs. Bolts of energy strobed, ricocheted. A bench flew through the air on its own accord. It shattered into fragments when stuck by a second. K'rra huddled against the far walk, watching a maelstrom of destruction.

The Fury sprang forward, slashing at her sister. The sister spun away, firing bright blasts from her weapon, and her other hand guided a shower of debris. Jae dodged backward, rolling away, as the Blade swept.

When a blaster bolt narrowly missed K'rra the scientist threw herself to the ground. Memories of basic training in Academy came back. Drill Instructors blew whistles where it was expected the cadets would throw themselves to the ground. It was an effort to simulate an aerial bombardment. K'rra had always performed the drill well, diving to the ground under an imagined barrage. And she did try to imagine what it might be like to be the victim of artillery fire. But the terror she felt now was so much more palatable than anything the Instructors had ever been able to conjure up in stories. K'rra sucked in a mouthful of gritty dust from the shattered lobby and realized it might be the last sensation she would ever feel. She was glad to have that grime in her mouth, reminding her how good it was to be alive.

The door hissed open, and K'rra wanted to cry when Kaster strode in with a lit WaveBlade. In an instant, he crossed the lobby and blocked what might have been a killing blow by the Fury Jae. The Fury looked up into his eyes. Her confident expression melted to one of raw desperation.

As Kaster and the Fury traded sparking blows, Kae scrambled away.

"Make it count!" Kaster cried out. He then brought down a flurry of blows on the defending Jae. All of the Fury's attention was focused on him. She backed away, trying to escape, but she could not afford to let one blow slip past her defenses.

During this assault, Kae took his words to heart. She reached out with her Focus felt her sister's will, read every intention, every fear, every muscle twitch. When Jae was focused on just staying alive, Kae fired a blaster shot into her sister's thigh. The stunblast worked exactly as it was supposed to, the Fury crumpled to the floor unconscious.

*****

K'rra went to kneel on the floor and Kaster stopped her. "Sit on the chair. With the rest of us."

She felt uncomfortable but did as her master wished. In just a year of slavery, she had become so accustomed to kneeling on the floor that the chair felt almost as uncomfortable as the jumpsuit she was wearing. She wanted nothing more than to strip and take her rightful place at Kaster's feet.

Kae and her twin Fury sat across the table staring daggers at each other. Jae's arms were bound at the elbows and wrists. She'd been disarmed before being brought aboard the ship.

As Outlander fled Obeza she'd regained consciousness to find herself cuffed and gagged. K'rra had been tasked to make sure her twin didn't do anything untoward while Kaster was busy piloting. Once they lurched into jumpspace Kaster returned to the common room.

K'rra hesitantly pulled a chair to the table sitting directly across from her master. She kept her eyes down, stealing only a quick glance at the other two women. Kae's eyes burned with unrestrained anger. Kae seemed haughty as if the binds and gag were a temporary annoyance and nothing more.

Kaster leaned into the Fury Jae and removed the gag.

"Kidnapping a Fury Peacemaker won't end well." Jae said looking Kaster in the eye.

Kaster's gaze darted to Kae. The Rogue Fury shook her head. Kaster told her, "Let me know if she tries to influence me. I'll do the same for you."

"She hasn't got the skill," Kae said. "They aren't like us, they learn a mile wide and only an inch deep."

Jae said nothing. She looked at Kaster understanding he was the one in charge.

"I need your help," Kaster told the fury.

Jae laughed, "Do you now? Interesting way to ask, binding a girl like your illegal slave."

"I made a mistake that I need to atone for."

"Talk to a priest," Jae smirked.

"I sold a Fury into slavery."

The smirk slid off the Fury's face.

"You didn't tell me about this," Kae snapped.

"You're just an apprentice."

"What? This is insanity, neither of you have trained." Jae sputtered.

"Not trained? I hid from you for years, and he beat you in combat." Kae barked.

"But no official training," the Fury replied evenly. "It's the blind teaching the sightless."

Kae's voice echoed with Focus, "Silence. I could control you now."

"I will not be silent!" Jae yelled, her voice struggling against the mental command.

"Enough!" Kaster slammed his fists down against the table. The three women stared. "If you would like to help us rescue a fellow Fury, join us for the moment. You two can go back to your blood feud once we're done."

"She won't help. Kill her." Kae said. There was a moment of quiet and she continued, "She's plotting even now. Kill her and we can live."

"Who is the Fury?" Jae asked.

"Indi-Ra." Kaster said.

"Defeated in a duel. Her whereabouts unknown. You were the one who challenged her?"

"I did."

"Untrained," Kae spat.

Kaster continued speaking evenly, "It's an interesting dynamic we have here. A Fury, properly trained. And two Rogues, one focused on martial skills, the other on sleight of mind. Not only do we have an opportunity to rescue your fellow Fury, but we also have the very real possibility of taking down one of the very worst warlords in the Coalition."

"Wait? What?" Kae said in horror. "You never mentioned a suicide run."

"No!" K'rra yelped. "Master, no."

"Why not?" Kaster asked his slave.

"As she said. It's suicide."

"Or?" Kaster asked carefully. "Are you worried about his well-being?"

"I..." K'rra struggled to keep her thoughts in order. It was strange to have such a tangle of thoughts all fighting for control. She'd been trained to think logically and clearly from childhood. Her newfound emotions had been a blessing and a curse. They made her feel alive, yet at times, they were so tumultuous and twisted that she had trouble even expressing her thoughts. She just wanted to run away and take Kaster, Kae, and his ship to the edge of the galaxy to live out their days. And yet, the thought of Hol Vydon being hurt caused a stabbing pain in her throat. "I just want to run away with you..."

"She's not telling the whole truth," Kae said. "But she has the right of it. This isn't a fight we want. It's void-crushing madness."

"If we run, Vydon will hunt us to the end of the universe," Kaster explained. "I've already made my mind on this. We take him out, absolve some sins, and we never have to look over our shoulders again. K'rra, you have no say. Not only are you a slave who needs to remember her place, but he's placed a failsafe in your mind to protect his investment. Kae, you're an apprentice. You can follow your master into trials of his own or go your own way and find training elsewhere. I am going to confront Hol Vydon, and there is only one way it ends. In blood."

"That's not much of a sales pitch to help you," Fury Jae said.

"No... but it's honest. You can help rescue your fellow Fury, or you can go your own way."

"I don't want in on this either," Kae said. "I only signed up for the training. Not taking on Vydon."

"You robbed his casino," Kaster said. "You tried misdirecting the blame to your sister, and that's what he thinks right now. But eventually, he'll find out."

"You framed me?" Jae asked.

Kae shrugged. "A girl's gotta eat."

"Do you ever get tired of selling out people close to you?" Jae said, then turned to Kaster, "Did she tell you what happened to her first trainer? She planted a suggestion that he surrender to the Furys and tell them the other coven members were dead. And he wasn't just her trainer. He was her lover as well."

"And what about you?" Kae shot back. "Those coven children you took? Were they all made Furys?"

Jae was silent but a haunted expression washed across her face for an instant. Kae capitalized on the retreat and pressed on, "Those that don't make the cut are killed or lobotomized. Fury practice. To save civilization from Focus users that haven't been brainwashed."

"Do I need to slam the table again?" Kaster asked. "You really are sisters. Nobody else could endlessly fight like this."

"I'm done. And I'll join you." Jae said. "For Indy-Ra."

"And you?" Kaster asked Kae. "Vydon will find out you robbed him. This is your one chance to nip it in the bud. Either way, it's the bed you made."

"I'm aware," Kae snapped. "What about you? You made sure to air our dirty laundry, what's yours?"

Kaster stared silently at Kae.

"Did you ever wonder?" Kae turned to ask K'rra. "Just what were the conditions of the bounty on that Fury?"

K'rra looked at Kaster, saw an indecipherable mask, and then looked back to Kae. "He's a bounty hunter. She had a bounty."

"Did he tell you what he did to her?"

K'rra looked nervously back to Kaster, "No. I'm sure it was just business."

"He had her. Against her will. Opened his Focus like I've done with you. Made her feel how much he wanted her while he took her right here in this spot." Kae said with a sneer.

"You did what?" Fury Jae hissed.

Kae continued with a nod to K'rra, "And he never told his slave he was a rapist."

"I said I had sins to atone for," Kaster stated.

"This is more than just a sin. You violated her body and her mind." Jae spat. The disgust on her face was unmistakable. "You wanted me to think you noble? You belong with Vydon, and the rest of them. You're garbage."

"I said no such things. Only that I had a mistake to correct."

"This is no small mistake. I should strike you down." Jae said.

"You tried once. And failed."

"And succeeded once," Jae shot back.

"After Vydon, we can have a rematch."

"Count on it," Jae said.

"I know you're using your Focus to read me. Am I being earnest?"

Jae nodded, "You are. You want to fix this, but that doesn't absolve you from your crimes. Why the sudden change?"

Kaster nodded to K'rra, "I found a broken bird, nurturing it changed me. I like the man I've become. Much more than the one I was."

"Oh Master," K'rra gushed, fighting back tears by fanning a hand in front of her face. "I don't know what to say."

"I don't get it." Kae snipped. "She did what?"

Fury Jae replied, "He had nothing to live for. She changed his nature."

"A slave? A mere slave?" Kae asked incredulously.

Overwhelmed with emotion and eyes quivering, K'rra blurted out, "Knowing that I, as your slave, took this poison from you and made you a better being is the greatest gift I could ever know. I don't care about what you did before or who you were. I only want to be with the master you are now

Kaster looked poisonously at Kae, then turned to the Fury, "Will you help? Not me, but your sister Fury?"

Jae sighed, "For now."

"And you?" Kaster asked Kae. "I'm tempted to space you. But help me in this and I will complete your martial training. In exchange for training me in the way of suggestion."

Kae crossed her arms and looked away from the table. "Let's hear your plan before I commit suicide."

"K'rra?" Kaster said.

"Yes?"

"Are you in?"

"You even need to ask, Sir?"

"Of course I do. You will suffer more than any of us if things go poorly."

"Sir. I took an oath to the Federation. Breaking it led me to you. I'd break it a thousand more times if I had to."

"I'll take that as a yes then."

"So, what's the plan?" the Fury asked.

Kaster was quiet a moment as then explained. "We split into two teams. I take Kae and present her to Vydon as Fury Jae. K'rra and Jae go to the slave quarters and rescue Indy-Ra. When you've done that, you signal me and the two of us kill Vydon and fight our way out."

"That's the whole plan?" Kae said in dismay.

"How would you do it?" Jae asked her sister.

"Stars! I wouldn't." Kae said without offering any alternatives.

The Fury leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. "What I like about this, is that it gives us cover. The bounty hunter returns with his quarry. We have a reason for being there. Hol Vydon may be vexed, but his slave isn't being returned, and he'll be happy that a Fury bounty was brought in. They'll be thinking it's business as usual, they'll be unprepared."

Kae looked perplexed, "You think this is a good plan? I suppose I would, too, if it was someone else being brought before the Hol. In cuffs I assume?"

Kaster nodded, "They expect you bound and gagged."

"Gagged? No! No way in the void."

K'rra spoke up, "I could alter the bindings. Changing the locking mechanism should be fairly simple. You could get out of them easily when you needed."

Kae looked K'rra deep in the eyes, "You wouldn't betray your mistress would you?"

"Never, ma'am."

"I want to test them before I agree to anything," Kae said.

"Looks like we have a plan." Jae leaned forward. "I'll need my WaveBlade."

*****

"My apologies, Sir. The Fury Jae has declined my services." K'rra said as she knelt at the foot of her master's bed.

"I warned you," Kae said as she leaned against the far wall. Whatever Kae and Kaster had been talking about, they stopped when K'rra entered the room.

Kaster asked, "Were you too forward?"

"No, Sir. I offered her a massage, nothing more risqué than that. She said it was inappropriate to take advantage of a slave's services since I had no say in the matter. I then explained slavery was my choice."

"And she still refused," Kae said. Her arms were crossed, and one foot was kicked up flat against the wall behind her. You're still wearing clothing, slave."

"My apologies, ma'am," K'rra said as she scrambled out of her jumpsuit.

As his slave undressed, Kaster reclined against the head of the bed. "We have a week of travel before we get to Yirlante."

"You should have put her in a cell," Kae said. "The other room is mine now, not a guest room."

"Trainee, you wish to dictate terms to your instructor and legal owner of this ship?" Kaster said to Kae.

"Oh no, Sensei," Kae snarled. "I would never mean to offend thee. Please accept your humble apprentices' deepest apologies."

Kaster sighed, "You think I'm looking forward to a week of this?"

"At least we have K'rra to tend to our stresses." Kae nodded at the now naked blue slave girl kneeling quietly. "Look at what a good girl she is. It's been a few days. You should indulge."

Kaster looked to Kae, "Why not you? You made some vivid promises in order to become my apprentice."

"Because I know you like fucking her more. You'd only have me to make a point, show your power over me, and we both know you have that in droves."

"Wouldn't know it with that barbed tongue of yours," Kaster said.

"Go on, indulge." Kae encouraged him, "I wouldn't mind joining in."

"I suspect a motive," Kaster replied.

"Of course, Master Teacher," Kae said. "Fury or not, she's still a woman. One whose focus can sense through these walls as if they aren't there. A day or two of us enjoying ourselves will have her frustrated and ready to do anything to sate that itch... if she's anything like me... and she is my identical twin. So yeah, going to go out on a limb and say her libido probably matches mine."

"Always about control with you," Kaster said.

"I am shamed that motives are so transparent, Sensei." Kae slid her foot down the wall while looking at the naked slave in their presence. "Well, girl, don't just kneel there. Destress your master."

K'rra looked up across the bed at her Master, and he nodded. "Crawl to me."

With her heartbeat quickening, she did exactly that, fell forward to all fours and crawled to the foot of the bed. Climbing up, she dragged her bare breasts along his legs, relishing how the fabric of his loose pants brought her nipples to life. The implants buzzed happily, making her squirm uncontrollably. Her fingers found the fastens of his trousers, and she opened them eagerly.

When he popped out of the pants, he was already nearly rock-hard. She curled her fingers in the hem of his pants and tugged down to get them off him. He helped by lifting his hips. When she'd removed his trousers, she slid her nails up along his thighs as he quivered.

"Stop!" barked Kae. K'rra froze in place, her eyes darting up to Kaster's face. He looked annoyed as Kae said, "Open your Focus, let her feel every bit of this."

At first, K'rra thought Kae was talking about herself, but then she realized Kae wanted Jae in the next room to feel everything. K'rra was hungry with desire. She wanted her Master's cock in her mouth, her hands, her pussy. She was so taken with thoughts of it that her discomfort at torturing their passenger faded utterly from her mind.

"Like this?" Kaster asked.

"Better. Go ahead and continue cunt."

K'rra raced her nails up the rest of Kaster's thigh, eager and desperate to have him. She pressed her nose to the tip of his cock and flicked her head, giving it a playful nudge. Kaster groaned.

"Keep it open," Kae whispered. "Just like that."

When K'rra closed her eyes, she saw herself from two different competing angles. In the first, she was looking down at herself, her pale face hungry with anticipation, dark lips moist and parted, needing to be filled. Fighting with that, she herself on all fours from the side. Her breast touched hairy thighs, her ass lifted high in the air, her face low, looking directly at her owner's cock.

More than just the images, she could feel their desire. His cock, rigid now, ready to cut diamonds, anticipating the moment her lips would wrap around it and give him the galaxy's wettest, tightest, most explosive blowjob. And another, itching to have her face buried deep in a cunt yearning for the soft, gentle touch of slave girl's tongue. She was THE object of desire. No other had ever tempted their lusts so completely.

K'rra froze for a moment, lost in the current memories of their desire for her, just how much both wanted her. It froze her thoughts and made it difficult to perform. The temporary pause only heightened all of their desires for her, the moment of waiting igniting passions to insane heights.

She was so smitten with the desire she felt pouring off them that she had to thank her Sir with a small token. Pursing her lips, she leaned forward and gave him a sweet, gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. He groaned, and K'rra was flooded with images of her lips wrapped around him, him shoving deep into her, him exploding in her.

Slender fingers wound in K'rra's hair. Another flood of images and feelings. The power of grabbing a girl by her hair, knowing that the slave could be guided to a pussy and forced to lick, to please, to serve. That sort of power was intoxicating, nearly as powerful as an orgasm itself. Images of K'rra being forced to press her body, tit to tit, while a superior woman looked down and owned her. K'rra wanted her mistress to touch her, to fill her, to feel those fingers slip wetly inside her.

The hand at the back of K'rra's head shoved her down, forcing her to open her mouth as her master filled her. She felt both the elation of wet lips sliding down an alien cock, her own lips sealing and sucking around it, the sting of her hair being pulled, and the power of shoving a woman down to choke on cock.

"Good," Kae cooed, "keep it open like that. I can feel everything you do. I know how badly you want to stab her with that pulsing prick."

And he choked her. And she pushed her. And she was filled and sucking and shoving and overwhelmed with it all. It was impossible to keep track of the jumble of sensations, owning and being owned, and controlling and being controlled. She was slave, and master, and mistress all at once.

Kae threw herself down next to Kaster, her hand still wound in K'rra's hair. She yanked the slave girl away from her master's cock even though the slave was reluctant to let it slip away. Kae was bare from the waist down, her moist pussy ready for K'rra's attention.

"Take her from behind," Kea demanded. "Trust me on this..."

Annoyance flared from all three of them as Kaster shoved K'rra aside and went up to his knees. As he shuffled behind the blue slave, Kae yanked K'rra's face into her thighs. K'rra understood without any words what was expected and dove into her mistress' pussy without hesitation. K'rra felt her own satisfaction at tasing her mistress as well as how her mistress felt with the slave's tongue lapping at her nub. She also felt Kaster's eagerness to stab into her before she felt the tip[ of his burning spear pressed up into her. K'rra moaned into Kae's muff as Kaster began hammering her from behind.

K'rra was a vessel. Physically she took Kaster's prick and sucked on Kae's clit. Emotionally, she could do nothing but absorb the other two's desires, wants, and needs. Feeling their bodies react to her and hers did to theirs, she shot her quickly into dangerous territory. She wanted to climax. So did the others. All three rushed to their peaks.

"Not yet!" Kae called out. "Hold it, you filthy slut. You too, sensei."

Kaster groaned in agony and fought his own desire to explode inside the pussy that was working his cock. K'rra could only whimper in need. She tried using her palm to pull Kae's tummy up away from her clitoral hood, hoping to help her mistress cum. Kae slapped the slave working between her thighs and yanked both of the slave's arms away.

"Take them! I'm close." Kae hissed.

Kaster grabbed each arm by the elbow and pulled back on his slave, forcing himself deep into her. Unable to support herself, K'rra's face was shoved deeper into her mistress's cunt. K'rra didn't dare slow down, she continued lapping slurping up her lady's juices and doing everything she could to please her.

"Fuck..." Kae finally moaned, "On three cum with me, both of you. One... Two... Three!"

The triple orgasm was shared physically, emotionally, and mentally with all at once. Their shared focus broadcasting what the others felt to each other. Having an orgasm and feeling two others simultaneously was too much for K'rra. She screamed out in ecstasy as she went blind from the triple pleasure. Her mistress flooded her mouth, and she herself squirted against the hard exploding pole buried deep in her

They collapsed together, three bodies in shared ecstasy and fluids.

*****

When K'rra woke, she found herself between two bodies, Master and mistress. One still slumbered, Kae leaned against the headboard, chewing her lip.

"Mistress," K'rra said. "Do you require service?"

"No, little slave," Kae replied as she slipped from the bed. "Take care of your master."

K'rra was relieved. She didn't know that she would be capable of any more sensation. Kae used her many times throughout the night, keeping her Focus open and making K'rra feel everything her partners felt. The thought of being touched again, no matter how wet or gentle, made her shudder.

Kae dressed quickly and left the room, leaving K'rra with Kaster, who opened his eyes.

"Master, do you require service?" she asked as pale blue fingers slid across his pink chest. The contrasting colors caused a tickle of deviant delight. It was considered base and low class for a Gyth girl from University to frolic with other species, especially humans. K'rra herself relished that back home she'd be referred to as an Earthshark.

"Void no," he whispered, "You damn near sucked the very essence of my being through my prick last night."

"My apologies, Master. Mistress is very demanding."

"That she is." He closed his eyes again and pulled K'rra into a one-armed embrace. When her fingers drifted down to his crotch, he caught her wrist in his free hand and moved hers back up to his chest. "Sensitive... like I said."

"I understand, Sir," K'rra said. For once, she didn't feel guilty denying him every pleasure a man might desire. Both were exhausted from Kae's war on her sister. "Neither of us might walk again if they don't come to an understanding."

Kaster laughed, "K'rra, there are only a few of us going into a dangerous place. What you did at the temple... I want you to do it again. Find us an edge. We have a handful of days to strip whatever you need from the ship to make things Hol Vydon won't expect. As much as I would love to fuck you senseless every moment until we arrive, I need you to focus on this thing."

She pressed her nose to his neck and murmured, "I understand, Sir. And as much as I would love to drain every fluid from you through that wonderful cock, I will not fail you."

Both were lost in thought and drifted into troubled drowsing.

*****

"Good morning, sister," Both Kae and the Fury Jae said to each other as Kae entered the Fury's room.

"And what are your intentions?" Jae asked. She lay on the guest bed in her Fury robes.

"Only to speak to you," Kae answered. She wore skin-tight activewear, the opposite of what her sister wore. Kae shifted and leaned against the wall next to the door.

"Come to taunt me with your display last night?"

"If that's how you wish to perceive it. But I know you felt it. That fortress they made in your mind, the rubbish about there being no emotion for peace, passion for serenity, is a lie. You are not human without the very things that drive you to live."

"In the eye of your maelstrom of flesh and lust, you may have perceived passion; I saw only chaos and a fire that burned too brightly to last. When your fickle lusts play out, you'll all drift away in loneliness with nothing but memories of heated skin."

"At least we will have memories. What will you have? A lifetime of service to a dead religion and the blood of those who thought differently on your hands. I will at least know I gave joy, no matter how fleeting."

"We will never see eye to eye on this Kae," the Fury said.

"You deny what I felt last night. Even in the throes of those burning passions, I could feel the tickles in your tummy." Kae kicked up one foot against the wall behind her.

Jae hissed, sitting up, "Why would you taunt me? Spy on me? You use the Focus for such banal base purposes. You have no shame."

"And you have too much. You forget your mother, who chose not to hand us over to those hypocrites but find us freedom with other teachers."

"The Furys are the only life I know. Why would you strip me of that?"

Kae said in heartfelt sadness, "So... my sister might not be a corpse, but live again. It's good to feel even a whisp of anger from you. Life may yet be hidden in there."

"Continue your nightly performances, and you may see a full righteous fury. Give me peace, and I will refuse to hunt you any further. No matter what the councilors demand. I promise you this."

Kae looked at her reclining sister and knew further attempts would only widen the gap between them. Perhaps she could see the slight flare of emotion as a type of victory. The Fury had admitted that there was still something human inside her. Maybe in time, she could be persuaded away from the cult that stole her sister away.

"I'll spare you further displays," Kae said. "At least through the Focus. What we do in our remaining time is our business."

Jae sat up and swung her legs off the bed. "Thank you. For at least that."

*****

K'rra left Kaster's room dressed in her jumpsuit. She was surprised to see Kae sitting at the communal dining table in the common room. K'rra gave a small curtsey to show respect to her mistress and moved to the kitchen nook. Kae watched as the slave prepared a pre-packaged meal.

"Have you eaten, or shall I make something for you, ma'am?"

"Yes. Prepare something for me. And return naked after serving your master."

"Of course, ma'am."

When the food station beeped, K'rra placed the meal on a breakfast tray and rushed back to Kaster's room. He was awake but lounging in bed. K'rra set the tray to float before him, "Forgive me, Master. Mistress has asked that I return to her. Nude."

"Has she now?"

K'rra said nothing but stripped out of the jumpsuit and went to the door. She glanced back to see Kaster eyeing her quietly in thought. The door hissed open, and K'rra padded on bare feet back into the common area with another curtsey. Kae had not demanded such protocol, but K'rra performed them anyway, hoping it would soothe the Rogue Fury's cruelties.

The cookery beeped again, and K'rra fetched the steaming meal. In both hands, she delivered it to the table with a bow. When she peeked up, she saw Kae staring, not quite at her, but through her lost in thought.

When Kae's gaze focused on K'rra, it sent a shiver through the slave. A devious smile played across the sitting woman's face. Kae pushed her chair back slowly. "Help me undress, slave girl."

With another curtsey, K'rra moved quickly as her mistress stood. Stepping behind the clothed woman, K'rra's hands reached around her to the fastens in the front of the tight outfit. She tugged down, opening the garment, but Kae's hands caught her wrists. "No... do it slowly. Heat my belly, slave."

"Yes, ma'am." K'rra whispered. Kae turned to face the slave and lifted one hand to the back of the slave's bright red hair. Grasping a handful, she pulled K'rra's face to the opened clothing. Knowing what her mistress wanted, K'rra left a trail of warm, wet kisses from neck to bare chest.

Cooing, Kae guided the slave's mouth ever south as her garment was opened. Rolling her shoulders, she demanded, "Ymm, free me from these confines."

"Yes, ma'am," K'rra murmured. Her blue hands slid up along bronzed skin, parting the front, finding her mistress's breasts, and tracing their curves. Fingers dipped inside the sports-suit and peeled it away. With newfound practice, K'rra had her mistress bared from the waist up. She dropped to her knees and placed another wet kiss on her mistress's navel.

"Really?" Kaster said. He stood at the door of his room dressed in her loose-fitting pants similar to those worn by the Furys. "Out here? The bedroom is not enough to torment your sister?"

"This is for me, not her. I've struck a deal: no more broadcasting," Kae said as K'rra slipped the clothes from her hips. "But this is our ship. As a guest, she adheres to our rules and pleasures. I do not need to force them on her but will not alter my natural inclination. Why don't you have a seat and enjoy your breakfast with us?"

Kaster sat at the dining table across from Kae as K'rra removed the last remnants of clothing. Kae retook her seat and moved back to the table. "Join us, slave."

When K'rra reached for a chair, Kae interrupted, "No, girl, your place is under the table, pleasing your owners. You forget your station?"

"No, ma'am. Of course not," K'rra said as she knelt and crawled under the table. Kae spread her legs, and K'rra moved between them without needing instruction. As she nuzzled and kissed her mistress, she could hear cooing from above the table.

"Should we play Smiles?" Kae asked Kaster.

"I'm not entirely familiar with the game."

"It's not possible with just two people anyway. A crowd is needed. Mmmmm... A slave services the crowd a person at a time, concealed under a table, and they wager who is currently under her ministrations."

"I had no time for that sort of decadence," Kaster said. "You spent a lot of time in the Coalition?"

"Just enough. Ohhhh. You are the luckiest man in the galaxy, your slave is nothing if not eager to please."

"How does this help our cause?" Kaster asked.

"It doesn't. But if we're going on a suicide mission, I plan to indulge at every chance I can."