Rogue Fury Ch. 10 - The Return

"You've been a busy little whore, haven't you?" Kae asked the naked slave between her legs.

"Yes, ma'am," K'rras sighed. She wanted desperately to lean into her mistress and provide pleasure, but she'd been ordered not to. Instead, she stared at her mistress pussy and its thin patch of trimmed fur, hungry to taste it.

"And you..." Kae barked at Kaster.

"Careful," he interrupted. His pale fingers dug into the soft hips of the naked K'rra as he plowed into her from behind. "Watch your Focus. I can feel you trying to goad me into anger."

"Good boy," Kae said. She turned her attention back to the slave being fucked between her legs. With a tug to the slave's red mane, she forced K'rra to look up at her, "Your master learns quickly. He can now detect my attempts to influence his emotional state. A pity for you, poor thing, I was going to have him pound into you mercilessly. Would you like that?"

Between ragged gasps, K'rra moaned, "Oh, yes, ma'am." Whenever K'rra was allowed to look into her mistress's eyes, the slave could do nothing but melt inside. She wanted to please her mistress singularly. She could feel Master's desire inside her, rigid, unrelenting, twitching with the need to release himself in her. That fulfilled K'rra so profoundly that, at times, it was difficult to split her attention between both owners.

"Well, Kaster? Why don't you please the needy little cunt?" Kae said.

His fingers gripped the slaves' pale blue hips as he jackhammered into her. He grunted between hard strokes, "Another attempt. This time, using verbal components to mask the Focal effort."

"Very good," Kae said. "Although I will admit I'm disappointed. I do love feeling you grudge fuck this sweet trampy slag."

Kaster warned her again, "Careful, I can feel your broadcasting."

"Damn it," Kae cursed. "Promises are promises. Enough testing for today. Do you think your toy has earned herself a climax?"

"You're the teacher in this lesson," Kaster grunted.

"Would you like to cum?" Kae cooed at K'rra. The human's hand left the red hair to glide fingers along a blue cheek, melting the slave girl's insides.

"Whatever pleases you, ma'am," K'rra panted, desperate to do literally anything to climax at her mistress's command.

"She radiates lust and need," Kae told Kaster. "It's a shame we can't teach your slave to better mask her desires. Let's give her what she needs, pound that cunt like you are trying to break it."

With a breathless laugh, Kaster replied, "Best training ever..." He began driving harder into the slave girl, the sounds of their flesh slapping with force filled the cabin.

"Listen carefully, you needy little hole. You are going to lick me to climax, and only then can you cum yourself. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," K'rra exclaimed loud enough for the entire ship to hear. Her face was a picture of agony, lip quivering as she tried desperately to hold back the oncoming climax.

"Well? Get to work, girl."

"Yes, ma'am," K'rra whimpered as she leaned forward and kissed.

"Ymm," Kae cooed. "You're right about not giving this one back. Suicide is almost worth the pure effort and joy she puts into every dalliance. You shouldn't hold back, though. Tease her with your spunk. I rather enjoy feeling her try to hold back once you've filled her belly."

"Yeah," Kaster moaned. "I'm not going to be able to last much longer."

"It's cute that you still try to temper your own desires..." Kae said between demanding sighs.

"I'm not an animal following whims mindlessly. Although she is a weapon, built exactly to make men forget. It's an impossible task I'll master someday."

"I can feel how close you are. It's fucking painful." Kae groaned and leaned back. "Stars, what I would give to feel my own cock penetrate her. Just feeling yours in her is exquisite. Cum already."

"A little longer," Kaster said with ragged breath. "And the Fury? Now that you no longer broadcast?"

"Ymmm... She can't help herself. It's a small ship. And she can hear everything. And even when she doesn't want to, she can't help but feel the lust of three others overwhelm her. She started touching herself a few days ago. She's masturbating now, ashamed that I know, unable to resist."

"Satisfied?" Kaster asked. "Still think you can corrupt her?"

"Immensely. I wanted her to feel something. If a twinge of lust is all I can get, well, at least I gave her that."

"Void," Kaster stiffened. His finger dug deep into the soft flesh of K'rra, who happily relished his assault. "I'm cumming in you, my slave."

K'rra squealed in ecstasy and agony at once. She was delighted her Master had relinquished himself to climax and frustrated beyond words she could not yet enjoy her own. Kaster grunted and battered away inside her, filling her with burning hot spunk. She couldn't feel it but could hear the sloshing noises of it overflowing from herself. That he claimed ownership of her while he did it nearly burst her chest with joy.

"Nicely done. You drove dear sister over the edge." Kae cooed, then tipped her head back and let out a long, shuddering sigh. "Cum for us, slave girl."

"You aren't supposed to broadcast," Kaster panted as he slowed.

It took a few moments for Kae to reply with a sly smile and a, "Whoops."

*****

"Does she have to be naked?" Jae asked when she entered the common area.

K'rra blushed and looked to the floor. Kaster and Kae had slipped into clothing, but K'rra preferred the feel of being unburdened by concealing clothing. She offered her whole self to her owners, hiding nothing from them.

"She's a slave," Kae said as if that settled the entire argument. "And we all know you enjoyed watching her perform."

It was Jae's turn to blush. She refused to lower her eyes and stepped up to the table the others circled.

Kaster shrugged, "If you reach out, you can feel that she is more comfortable this way. She prefers it. If an issue remains, perhaps you should look into your own motivations? Can we proceed?"

Jae nodded but avoided looking at any of K'rra's pale blue charms.

K'rra breathed and began, "One of my first assignments in the Federated Navy was as an armory-tech for Solarian Spekops. These Sol commandos infiltrate enemy worlds and act as a force multiplier behind enemy lines. Humans have a unique relationship with tech, relying on it to counter their many natural disadvantages compared to other species. To say humans are techno-fetishists would be an understatement."

"Hmm," Kae poked at Kaster. "I think she's saying we should use our natural inclination for more toys during play time."

K'rra blushed and cleared her throat. "I was responsible for ensuring that the gear the Spekops used was well maintained to the highest standards. That meant understanding the principles of each device and being able to assemble, disassemble, and repair from scratch. Based on my knowledge of their gear, I've assembled some homemade versions to help us with the task at hand."

The humans looked down at the assortment of gear spread across the table. Not all of it was readily identifiable.

"These small objects here are Distraction Drones."

"Looks like a stack of marbles," Kae said.

"To use one, squeeze it in the palm of your hand and toss it where you need a distraction. It has a tiny repulsor and will float on contra gravity. After three seconds, it will broadcast a conversation and make random noises. Anyone investigating will discover the source quickly, but it will give you a few moments to act around that distraction."

"Were you able to make any Holo-Pucks?"

"Sadly no. The Distraction Drones will have to do."

"What rhymes with Puck?" Kae asked Kaster with a snicker.

"Sister, please. Let's focus." Jae snapped.

K'rra pointed to a folded piece of fabric. "This is a Camouflage Cloak. When activated with this control, a set of small cameras record the environment around the wearer and display it across the surface of the fabric. It's not foolproof invisibility, but like the Distraction Drones, it will buy you a few moments of time. Right now, I just have the one, but I hope to have another three completed before we land."

"Do they work at any range?" Kaster asked.

"Good question. They are more effective at longer ranges. Up close within, say, ten meters, observers will notice flickering and hard edges. Also, since they are just cloaks, there's a good chance when you wrap them around yourself, they won't cover everything. Don't think of them as invisibility, consider them a short distraction."

"A lot of this gear seems only to distract..." Kae mused.

"The Spekop teams swear by this gear. In combat, you only need to slow the enemy's reaction time a fraction. Even a small delay in their acting will allow you to capitalize on the situation."

The Fury Jae nodded, "These technological wonders are no match for the power of the Focus, but they'll help out considerably."

"For Jae, I have made these using a pair of Bounty Manacles. They will lock around your wrists, and even under close inspection, they will appear to be functional manacles. When you knock the ends together three times, they will unclasp, releasing you. Doing so in front of others will be obvious, so... Once they are unlocked, if you knock the ends together another three times, they will ignite, creating a smoke screen. Be sure to toss them away from you as an igniting chemical reaction causes the smoke."

"Good to know I'll be wearing a bomb and being hindered at the same time," Kae smirked.

"It was the best we could come up with," Kaster said. "They'll inspect you closely before we get anywhere near Hol Vydon. If those manacles are locked, they'll stop us as we get off the ship."

"These wristbands are the opposite of Distraction Drones. They listen and make negative sound waves, effectively masking any sounds in a three-meter radius. When activated any noise you make within that bubble will be silenced. Good for sneaking, not great for anything that requires you hearing or communicating."

"Wait... when it's on, I won't be able to hear anything?" Fury Jae asked.

"No," K'rra explained. "You won't be able to hear anything in that bubble. Audio waves outside, say arms reach, will still happen and not be silenced."

"Got it. When it's on, just the things inside my bubble are silenced. Everything else is normal." Kae said. "What if I need to communicate with you?"

"I could teach you some battle language... hand signals that operators use when in no-noise situations." K'rra replied.

"Let's do that," Jae said. "I don't like the idea of being unable to communicate at all."

"And the final device," K'rra pointed to a stack of datapads. "Path-mappers. These will track your direction and footsteps, allowing you to navigate the same path in reverse. If you get lost or turned around, you can at least find a way back to where you started."

"This is wonderful," Kaster said.

"Agreed," the Fury Jae added.

K'rra beamed until she felt fingers slide down her bare back to her ass. Her implants buzzed, as they always did when a master or mistress touched her. Part of their programming was to make slaves feel nothing but delight when an owner touched them. K'rra felt the fires between her legs ignite fiercely and couldn't hold back a cooing gasp.

"It's better than wonderful," Kae said right into K'rra's ear. The hot breath on the slave's earlobe made fires shoot through her quivering body. "You are a fucking delight slave girl."

K'rra saw Fury Jae shift uncomfortably as Kae turned the slave's head to her parted lips and kissed her deeply. K'rra wanted to melt into a puddle, even though she knew her mistress was doing it only to tease her reserved sister.

*****

Even though she was kneeling underneath the table the other three sat at, K'rra didn't mind. She felt bad for Jae, who seemed constantly nervous having to deal with a naked slave loose on the ship at all times, but relished being able to serve Kae, her mistress. Naked, on her knees, beneath free people, buried face into cunt, kissing and lapping at her mistress, was where she belonged.

One of Kae's hands was wrapped in K'rra's red locks, guiding the slave with tugs of hair-turned leash. Occasionally, the human woman would squeeze her thighs around the blue slave girl's head when K'rra came too close to causing an orgasm. Kae relished the power of control, not only of the busy slave girl under her but also denying her own body the apex of pleasure it wanted so badly.

"Do you have to do that right now?" Fury Jae asked.

"Kaster's ship, Kaster's slave, Kaster's rules," Kae said with a satisfied squeal.

Jae gave Kaster a hard look.

"Your sister has become insatiable. The closer we get to Yirlante and the Hol's palace, the more she finds solace in the comforts of my girl." Kaster said with a shrug. The more K'rra was used, the more eager she was to please him, and he couldn't deny the sex had been unbelievably good the past week as they traveled. In fact, it had been practically non-stop, thanks to Kae's ever-increasing libido.

"You should give the slave a try. You seem awfully pent up. It might help you relax for the mission," Kae teased. "Moreso than your fingers."

Jae turned a furious eye to her sister but said nothing.

Before Kae could ask, Kaster answered, "Yes. I felt it. A moment of curiosity clouded with doubt and disgust."

"Very good, Senpai, you are an astute pupil. In time, you could really have the Influences Focus down pat." Kae said between soft moans.

"Have you considered how degrading this is to her?" Jae nodded to the table, indicating the naked woman underneath it.

"Pish-posh!" Jae gasped. "She's as easy to read as a bonfire on a dark, deserted beach. Our little slave girl loves what she does. All those years of repression, to finally be allowed to enjoy herself. And before you protest, you know damn well it's not the implants. She was born for this. Even Hol Vydon saw it and gave her larger wings."

Jae looked away, blushing in defeat. "Your culture, your rules. You know what it does to me?"

"No. No, I don't." Jae said. "You reveal nothing. You wear that stoic mask all day without fail. Even your words are in the clipped neutral tones of a neutered cat. Show me what it does to you. Angry? Furious? Horny? Let's see."

Fury Jae looked back at her sister again. "Once we've rescued Indy-Ra... then you will see."

"Ymmm," Kae groaned while leaning back in pleasure. "I'm looking forward to seeing the real you again someday."

"Alright, and can we get back to the plan?" Kaster said.

"Please do," Jae said.

"What's the issue with the entrance?" Kaster asked Kae, who smiled at him through half-lidded eyes. Kaster continued recapping it again, "All four of us take an air-cab to Hol Vydon's palace. I exit the cab with my prisoner, Kae, who is cuffed and gagged. Fury Jae and K'rra remain in the vehicle and then exit shortly after. Jae is posing as a slaver with merchandise for the Hol."

"The problem is the gag," Kae said, still enjoying the ministrations occurring under the table.

"Hol Vydon won't allow a Fury to approach him without one," Kaster explained.

Fury Jae interjected, "I see her point. It's risky having two groups in the same car. On landing, security will poke in to ensure there are no surprises."

Kaster nodded, "Right, but if you and K'rra try to take a second car, it could be delayed or denied. All of us coming in at once is the only way to ensure we are all in the palace grounds at the same time."

"The problem is not the logistics of entry but that the security team may inspect the cab," Kae said. She made a delighted coo and continued, "I need to Focus them away from doing that."

"We should give K'rra a break to answer if she can alter the gag, maybe allow it to transmit audio?" Kaster asked.

"Won't work," both Jae and Kae said in unison.

Jae continued while her sister made rapid sighing noises, "Influence Focus must use the actual sound of the user. Any electronic transmission will rob the words of their power. And speaking around it will almost certainly rob the desired effect. She'll need her mouth completely free."

"Unlike these delicious lips sucking so expertly on me..." Kae crooned.

Jae continued, "Could we start with the mask off, then Kae puts it on before reaching Hol Vydon? Will the security detail even know you are escorting a Fury?"

"Possibly not..." Kaster considered the options. "It's likely only the majordomo will know. If that's the case, we could exit the vehicle with Kae unmasked, and I could place it on her before Vydon's aide meets us. You only need a moment to tell the security team not to screen the cab?"

"With three seconds, I'll make it so they don't ever look at that cab once we step out." Kae sighed. She gripped the table with both hands as her body stiffened. Biting her lip, she looked at Kaster. "Stars abound! She is good... your little slave is so good..."

Without using his Focus, he could feel the brilliant white-hot explosion happening in Kae's body. Radiating from a point inside her, causing all the muscles in her pelvic area to contract and release. Kae growled, her brows knitted as if in anger, a grimace as malevolent Kaster had ever seen. Kae never looked like she was enjoying her climaxes. Instead, she resembled someone deep in the throes of searing hatred.

He also knew that this close in proximity would make Fury Jae hard-pressed to shut out her sister's emotions. Kae had been teasing the Fury for a solid week as they traveled jump after jump into Coalition Space. Kae had even hinted that her sister was beginning to break down. When he looked at Jae, it was evident she was in a stunned stupor, her gaze glued to her sister, deep in the throes of ecstasy.

This troubled Kaster. He'd been brought up in his coven to believe the Fury were unassailable. They were the masters of mind and body, incorruptible, deadly witches. And yet he was watching one come apart. He wondered if the truth that they were human with all the faults and foibles of every other human led to their order dwindling to a sad sect of temple dwellers.

Jae licked her lips and squirmed. Kaster felt it, too, Kae's orgasm had enticed him into an erection. He wanted to grab K'rra, toss her across the table, and bury himself so deep in her cunt that spunk would shoot out her mouth. Jae bit her lip and looked over at him. He'd seen the look before, a forbidden hunger. She looked away nervous and shy back to her sister.

"He's not really my type sister. You're welcome to give him a ride if you'd like to finally find out what cock feels like inside you."

"She's?..." Kaster asked.

"A virgin." Kae said as the afterfires of her climax cooled. "She may not have a hymen from all her Fury training, acrobatics, and such... but she's never known a man."

"Sister. Please don't..."

"Fucking void," Kaster breathed.

"You know? Maybe you should just take her? Like you did with Indy-Ra. Hol Vydon knows you sample the merchandise before collecting the bounty, right?"

"I'm not him anymore..."

"Oh yes, you are. I can feel your cock twitching at the thought of fucking a thirty-year-old virgin. And a Fury to boot. Quite the collection of notches you are hanging on that cock. Besides, you and I can both feel it... She wants it. She wants to know what it is that makes the universe spin. Why every song is about boy meets girl. The chaos of every media stream show... Why does everyone endlessly fret about who's sleeping with whom? We may not survive tomorrow, but it would be a gift to her."

Jae didn't move. She continued staring at her sister, afraid to meet his eyes. K'rra continued lapping at her mistress, having never been told to stop. And Kae allowed the heat of every touch of tongue to broadcast across the table.

"I can feel you too Hunter of Bounties. You can feel sweet slave's tongue bathing my pussy. And you'd love to know what it feels like to have a pussy, to be penetrated, to have a clit sucked. And you want to fuck your slave, and me, and the virgin Fury too. Men are simple. You may die tomorrow, and no one would hold it against you to indulge. I'm not particularly partial to men, but to give you this experience, I'd enthusiastically join in." Kae teased. "All you have to do is indulge."

"Please, ma'am. May I pleasure myself?" came a soft voice from under the table.

Kae's eyes flicked down to the hungry slave, lapping between her legs, "You may, but only if you can bring me to climax again."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Kaster looked across the table to the Fury. Her haughty, regal airs were absent. She nervously looked over to him, their gazes entwining. He could feel her heartbeat racing like a snare drum. Everything Kae said was true, yet veiled behind it was a poisonous need for control at the cost of others. He could vividly see the images Fury Jae had let slip in her highly anxious state, his hands on her tearing clothing, exposing her, tossing her down, and piercing her as she squealed. The Fury did want this, wanted to be taken, desired, even though it broke all her training in stoicism and calm. She wanted to feel the chaos and fires that were burning in other women's bellies.

He ached to do it. It would be so easy. Just grab her and throw her down to the floor. Or across the table. Or against a wall. Her unused cunt would be so tight. And she would be in such turmoil as to grab and milk him uncontrollably. The ache to wet his cock was overwhelming.

"No," he said finally. Tomorrow, they might fight and die, but he would do so as a sentient being, and not some animal at the whims of his desires.

He felt the emotions of those around the table. Fury Jae was both relieved and insulted at once. Shamed for not being alluring enough to entice a man already hard with passion for her, and for having wanted to sit back and allow herself to be used in so base a manner. K'rra struggled with conflicting emotions as well, glad that her Master had not sought solace in another woman's cunt, yet disappointed that she would wish against her Master's desires, even if they were for another. Kae was hidden behind layers of masks. She eyed him with viper eyes, and he knew in time, the Rogue Fury would wear them all down.

"No," he said again. "We need to think clearly for tomorrow. Right before we act, clouding our judgment would be a grave mistake."

"Go to your Master, slave cunt," Kae said as she sat up against the table. "I've had enough pleasure for one evening. I'd hate to indulge my baser self."

*****

White sheets covered Kaster as he slept. Pale blue hands, then knees, contrasted starkly against the brilliant white as K'rra climbed up from the footboard. She leaned back, feeling Kaster's feet between her thighs as she looked at his face.

Her small hands drifted up his sheet-covered thighs, across his rippled abdomen, and toned chest. Gathering the sheets in her fingertips, she gently tugged the covering down his body. She'd been trained to reveal her own body slowly to increase others' desires. It struck her as odd to watch someone else's body be revealed for her own arousal. The sheets slipped down, ever down, finally revealing what she had come to serve. Leaning down she sucked him into her mouth, sucking firmly to draw blood into his cock.

This felt right. Kneeling for her master, his sex in her mouth being tended by her. Her hands explored his thighs, relishing the thought of him being buried inside her. Her body, holes, whole existence there to pleasure him however he wanted.

With a pleased groan, Kaster woke. "How long?"

Blue fingers wrapped around his base, using her saliva as a lubricant to massage him as her mouth slipped free. "Less than an hour."

She immediately sucked him back into her mouth.

Groaning, he struggled to say, "We should be getting ready."

She let him pop out of her loudly and replied with a murmur, "Soon enough. This grounds me. Reminds me of what I chose, and choose to do."

He struggled to his elbows, then sank back into the pillows when her lips wrapped around him again. Closing his eyes, he relaxed, losing himself to K'rra's ministrations. Seeing that his eyes were closed, K'rra began slurping loudly, teasing him with sound as well as sensation. The fingers of one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft while the other hand cupped and massaged him. Finally, she shoved her face down, burying his nose in his firm tummy as he touched the back of her throat. She gripped him with her throat, massaging him to climax quickly.

K'rra relished the feel of his burning spunk in her throat, drinking it down eagerly. She was proud of the speed with which she'd driven him to climax, the pride in her skills making her glow.

A hand gripped her hair, and K'rra opened her eyes to Kea, hissing, "My turn."

The Rogue Fury had flung off her sheets and had a hand buried between her thighs, pleasuring herself to the fellatio show in bed right next to her.

"Yes, ma'am," K'rra whispered after she finished pulling the last Kaster's seed from his deflating cock.

*****

The three stepped out of Kaster's room as a double ping sounded through the ship. All three were dressed and glowing in mild giddiness. The touching and smiles vanished when, as a group, they noticed the dour Jae waiting at the common room table.

Jae had laid out all the gear that K'rra had spent the last two weeks building from scratch. "Are you done? We've got about half an hour to get ready..."

Kaster sobered up immediately and approached the table, while Kae and K'rra hesitated.

K'rra glanced at Kae and whispered, "Did she feel..."

Kae stepped past the slave without ever taking her eyes off her sister, "Every moment of it."

Flustered, K'rra quickly looked down and smoothed out her jumpsuit before joining the others. On top of the embarrassment, she felt being confined in clothes only made her more uncomfortable. K'rra was the only one blushing at the table.

"Glad we're back on target. K'rra, please issue the gear." Fury Jae's glare jumped from person to person. K'rra nervously leaned over the table to sneak out from under Jae's angry gaze. As soon as she touched the gear, she could focus entirely on the task at hand.

Working quickly, K'rra moved the gear into small clusters in front of each person.

While K'rra worked, Kaster went over the plan a final time. "Kae and I will go to Hol Vydon's audience chamber and stall for time. K'rra and Fury Jae will rescue Indy-Ra. Message us when you've got her and we all bug out."

"How can it fail? It's so simple." Kae said.

"Complex doesn't mean better," Kaster replied. "We're all competent here, and I trust everyone will be able to adapt and overcome."

There was a moment of awkward silence, Kaster then added, "Quartermaster K'rra, the gear?"

"Just a few distraction drones for you, Master," K'rra explained. "You'll also have Kae's gag. I stitched a quick release on this front buckle so she can yank it off in an emergency."

"Kae, you get a few distractors as well. Plus the manacles. Just tap them together to release the lock. And do it one more time to light the smoke screen. The smoke is hot and may ignite quickly, so be sure to get the manacles away from you if you use it that way."

"So, they really are a bomb?" Kae asked.

K'rra shrugged, "I'm not a chemist. I followed a recipe as best I could... so there could be results not completely accounted for."

"It is a bomb."

"Fury Jae, you are getting the lion's share of the gear: distractors, a camouflage cape, the sound dampener, and the multi-lock," K'rra told the Fury.

"Who gets the other cape?" Kae asked.

"I'll be taking it," K'rra said.

"Does that make sense?" Kae continued, "A slave in a cape?"

Kaster interjected, "I didn't wear a cape last time..."

"And if there's any fighting, you'll be rushing in, making the cape useless," K'rra added. "And you can't take it... a prisoner in a cape, hiding whether her wrists are cuffed would be even more suspicious."

"She's right," Kaster said. "Neither of us can wear it without arousing suspicion."

"Kae and I will be working clandestinely as much as possible. The cape is more likely to help us."

"Fine," Kae said. "I was hoping for more toys."

"You do bring up a good point," Kaster said. "Jae can't go in looking like a fury in temple robes."

"Hmm," Kae nodded her head. "And the slave has entirely too much skin covered. Neither of them looks the part."

"K'rra give Jae your jumpsuit. Do you have anything... slave-like to wear?"

"I have the silks I came aboard in."

"Perfect," Kaster said as Kae smiled at the thought of seeing K'rra in something sheer and utterly revealing.

"Not entirely, I won't be able to carry any gear dressed in my silks."

"Pin some pouches in the cape?" offered Kae.

K'rra unzipped and stepped out of her jumpsuit in front of everyone, nearly without a thought. She'd been ordered to undress in front of audiences so many times that there was no longer any awkwardness. Jae looked away, but Kae noticed some sidelong glances from her sister.

"Don't expect the same from me," Fury Jae said as she gathered up the jumpsuit. She went to the fresher in the guest room.

K'rra returned naked with a handful of wispy garments and some small pouches. She placed them on the table atop her gear and unfolded the cape. "I can't wear this as is. I'll need to modify it a little."

Kae returned a moment later in K'rra's jumpsuit. It was a tad too small, hugging her closely and even forcing a little cleavage, although she was not as well-endowed as the slave. When she saw Kaster and Kae scrutinizing her, she looked away and hunched into the outfit.

"Something's missing," Kae said. "It doesn't quite convey... mercenary fully."

"I may have something to help," Kaster said as he went to a set of drawers on a far wall. He returned with mismatched pieces of armor and dumped them on the table. "Add a few of these. Don't worry about a matching aesthetic, gunslingers don't."

A warble sounded through the ship.

"We're approaching atmo," Kaster barked as he turned for the cockpit. "Gear up, we've got maybe ten minutes to landing."

The three women worked in silence as the ship descended. K'rra slipped into her silks. They covered very little and made what they obscured more enticing. Next, she worked on the cape, folding it in half and belting it around her waist.

"Why did you leave it open in the front?" Kae asked.

K'rra continued working, "Slaves aren't allowed to deny access to the most desirable parts of their bodies. It must remain open in front so that I can be inspected and used if a free person desires. If it covered my pussy, it would be a huge breach of protocol, and quite suspicious."

"And you chose this life?" Fury Jae asked as she fitted an armored shin guard over the jumpsuit.

"Protocol has given my life the warm embrace of boundaries. And freed me from the confines of the judgment of my repressive culture. Every time I strip in front of others, it's an act of rebellion."

"What does that make sucking cock on command?" Kae asked as Jae shot her a nasty look.

"Liberating." K'rra smiled up at the two as the ship shuddered on touchdown.

Kaster returned, "We've landed. An air car will be here shortly. I hope everyone is ready."

Hands scrambled to gather the remaining gear, tucking it away in various pockets and pouches.

K'rra turned and walked to one of the couches. She sat down and drew a deep breath. All eyes were on her. She patted the seat next to her. When nobody moved, she patted the spot harder. Kaster came around the table and sat next to K'rra. The slave looked up at the twins, then patted the couch on the other side. Kae and Jae glanced at each other, then approached cautiously.

"Not everything from Gyth culture is oppressive," K'rra explained. "I always enjoyed this tradition. Just one moment before a long trip, before an important event, before things change, to reflect, to gather thoughts, to enjoy a moment of silence. Traditionally, the family sits in silence, slightly apart, but together." She took Kaster's hand in one of hers and held up the other.

Kae took K'rra's hand, then her sister's, as she sat next to the slave. Kae pulled her sister down to sit on the crowded couch. They all sat quietly for a moment. Kaster threw an arm around K'rra and pulled her close. Kae and Jae exchanged looks, a lifetime of apologies and acceptance in an instant.

"Is there anything we're forgetting?" K'rra finally asked.

"Probably a thousand things," Kae said.

"Sister... Just once?" Jae hissed.

"She's right," Kaster said. "But there's no more time to worry about that."

K'rra stood and took her last calm, slow breath. "Let's do this. We have a library to visit afterward."

They walked together to the airlock. Kaster looked one last time at everyone, then slammed a fist against the door controls.

*****

"Not a single blaster," K'rra said.

Kaster watched out the window of the air-car as Hol Vydon's palace spiraled ever closer.

"You're probably the only one with training," said Kae as she unzipped the front of her jumpsuit to show the hollow of her chest between small breasts. "And it would be odd to see a slave with one."

"Implants don't allow it. I'd be doubled over in agony just laying a finger on one."

The car shuddered as it made contact with the landing pad. The passenger door hissed open and Kaster shoved Kae through it. He glanced back at K'rra before slipping out himself and closing the door.

A trio of large guards, none human, approached Kaster and Kae. With a hand on her shoulder, Kaster pushed the manacled Kae forward.

"And what have we got here?" a bark-skinned Pinaxion, a full head taller than Kaster, asked.

Kaster yanked back on Kae's shoulder, making the faux prisoner stop and thrust her chest out. Alien eyes travelled up and down the prisoner's tight jumpsuit. With her bound arms pulled back, her smaller-than-average chest stood out. The jumpsuit did nothing to hide the athletic curves of a well-toned body.

"A bounty for the Hol," Kaster explained.

The Pinaxion looked Kae up and down, "She doesn't look dangerous. A pleasure slave to warm his guests?"

Kae batted her eyes, "Yes, sir. I'm well-versed in the pleasuring of a hundred species, including the sap withdrawal of a Pinaxion lord. Shall I show you?"

The ripples of Focus were so strong that Kaster couldn't miss feeling them. He felt his cock twitch with need to be stuffed into Kae's alluring mouth. The Pinaxion was mesmerized, his tap root twitching between thick legs.

Two tusked and massive-bodied Swin'kari guards moved past the trio, heading to the air-car. Kaster glanced sideways, knowing if they inspected it, they'd find the other two inside. His hand dropped to his WaveBlade, not at all eager to use it this early in their mission.

"I also have been trained in the Dance Estrus of the Swin'kari. Nudge my back and see for yourself." Kae said loudly as she took a rigid stance with legs spread wider than her shoulders. The two beefy gaurds paused, looking toward her. One snorted, while the drool dangled from the broken tusk of the other.

Kae looked at Kaster and gave him a sharp sideways nod with her head. He stepped away from her, allowing all the guards full view of the bound woman. Kae flexed her cuffed hands and jutted her ass out just slightly, causing both Swin'kari to grunt. Any interest they'd had in the air-car was lost in a thick soup of unbridled lust. Kae walked rigidly up the short steps leading toward the humongous front doors of Hol Vydon's palace. A few other guards were near the doors, harassing and checking the credentials of other visitors. They were unaware of the antics of the bound Rogue Fury.

The three guards followed Kae up the steps in lust-filled stupors. So strong was their desire that Kaster could feel it spilling from every pore of their beings. He followed the group with a glance back at the air-car.

Fury Jae emerged from the car, and K'rra followed. Kaster couldn't help but admire the slave silks his girl wore. They enhanced every curve of her. At her waist was the dark cape, folded down and open in front to tease hints and glimpses of her sex. Jae barely looked the part of a mercenary. Her jumpsuit was too tight, with bits of armor strapped to her body. She should have brought a blaster with her, even in a holster, it would have made her look more like a soldier of fortune. The WaveBlade pommel was too small. It looked like any of the other tools on her utility belt.

K'rra looked longingly at him. Kaster nodded and turned away. He couldn't wait to see her again, when the illusion of his ownership would be shattered, and she would indeed belong fully to him. The vision of his earlier dream, when he'd first taken K'rra as his property, returned--the Hol's palace on fire, a bloody knife, and unadulterated chaos. He swore that blood must be the Hol's and ascended the short flight of broad stairs.

Kae walked stiffly to the human guards at the doors. They'd just allowed a small group of visitors entry. She whispered something Kaster could not hear, but the ripples of Focus told him all he needed to know: she was charming everyone in her path. Five guards of different species crowded around her. When she did a small twerk the Swin'kari damn near lost their minds.

Shoving his way through the guards, Kaster placed a firm hand on Kae's shoulder. "This is a bounty for Hol Vydon. His prize. To be touched first by the Hol."

Kaster could feel the ripples of anger and fear. These brutes were all too used to getting their way, bullying others into fear and submission. The threat of Hol Vydon's displeasure both frustrated their desires and tempered any impulses to violence.

A human guard eyed Kaster, daring him to look away. Kaster held steady, staring the man down, forcing the guard to lift a comm unit and ask, "Is the Majordomo available? We have a bounty for the Hol."

*****

"The service and servants' entrance is just inside the under-level garage. Down this accessway and to the right." K'rra told Jae as they started down a driveway leading under the palace.

"Security?" Jae asked.

"Minimal. I've never seen more than two guards in the booth. They may check the roster. If I'm not still on it, we might have a problem.

"We certainly don't want to go hot just yet," Jae said as a delivery lorry rumbled past.

Turning the corner into the garage proper, Jae saw the guard booth protecting a set of open doors. Floating pallets were lined up before the doors while a human delivery driver argued with the two guards inside.

Jae strode towards the booth, then waved a hand as she stepped past the delivery driver and went through the open doors without slowing. K'rra stumbled in surprise, then rushed to keep up with Jae, who strode along the delivery hallway as if she were intimately aware of the layout inside the palace.

"Which way?" Jae hissed as they passed a delivery driver leaving with an empty floating pallet.

"The harem is one floor up and at the other end of the palace. The dungeon is on this level, just below the harem."

"They weren't afraid of escaped prisoners taking slaves hostage?"

"Both were placed far from the exits, for similar reasons. And to my knowledge, no one ever escaped the Hol's dungeon."

*****

"I'm going to be gagged now..." Kae explained to her audience of frustrated guards. "Can you imagine something hard and stiff sliding past these lips to fill me?"

One of the Swin'kari made a soft squeal. The other guards shifted uncomfortably. Even Kaster was having trouble keeping his body under control. He stepped up behind Kae and wrapped the gag around her head, sliding the large nipple into her mouth to prevent even muffled speech. Everyone watched the phallic nipple fill Kae's mouth closely, the broadcast lust of all the men thick in the air. Kaster tapped the buckle where the quick release was, and Kae nodded.

One of the giant doors swung partially open, and the Majordomo stepped outside. Kaster had forgotten how weaselly the man looked. The Majordomo had a sharp rat face, coupled with a thin physique and slight hunch. Years of scurrying under the Hol's boots had left a physical impression on the man.

"Hunter Kaster returned with a bounty?" The Majordomo asked.

"Yes, Syrakk. I've brought another for Hol Vydon. He should take great pleasure in taming the Fury Jae."

Syrakk looked uncomfortable having his name stated. Kaster considered that perhaps that was only something the Hol did. There were those in the universe who preferred having their titles used instead of their names. It made Kaster even more suspicious of the man. He was someone in love with his position of power over his individuality. The man would be utterly loyal to Vydon until death, allowing the loss of his own identity to prop up a tyrant king.

"Have they been scanned?" Syrakk asked the guards. One human slowly nodded, but Kaster could tell he was lost in thoughts of Kae's lips hidden behind the gag.

"I have only the WaveBlade at my side," Kaster said, nervous that a scan might reveal things hidden inside the manacles on Jae.

"Just yours?" Sylakk asked. "You don't have hers?"

"My mistake," Kaster said, patting the second Blade further back on his belt. "It's here as well."

Even with his Focus, Sylakk was inscrutable. The Majordomo nodded, then gestured to the open door. Kaster relaxed taking his hand away from the WaveBlades, relieved they wouldn't see use just yet.

With a hand on Kae's shoulder he shoved her along behind the Majordomo into the palace.

*****

"K'rra? Is that you?" A buxom middle-aged human woman asked as Fury Jae and K'rra approached the confinement area. It was much less dungeony than Jae had expected. The halls were pristine white, inlaid with marble, decorative statues, and exotic paintings.

"Ryalta!" K'rra exclaimed nervously. The blue slave girl curtseyed deeply to the human. Jae noticed the human woman was wearing transparent silks beneath the datapad she clutched to her chest. The implant piercings in her nipples were clearly evident through the gossamer material. The woman's breasts were confined in strips of silky material that wrapped around to the back, leaving huge swatches of skin bare for all to see. A thin chord ran around her ample hips with only a silken panel draped to cover her intimate bits. Jae blushed seeing her sex barely concealed through the see-through covering.

"When did you return?" Ryalta asked, her gaze shifting to Jae in her jumpsuit and armored bits. "Why haven't you reported to the harem?"

"I..." K'rra sputtered, feeling like a doe in headlights.

"That's my fault, slave." Jae spat, dripping in contempt. "I was given the pleasure of her service, and if you want to make an issue of it, I suggest you inquire with Hol Vydon. I'm sure he'll be most displeased to hear that you showed me no courtesy or proper protocol in your greeting."

"My apologies, ma'am." Ryalta said lowering her head to face the floor. "I meant no..."

"That's, Miss. You insolent cunt," Jae snarled. "Kneel and tell me why I shouldn't have you strapped."

The milf wasted no time dropping to her knees. She set the datapad on the floor and her hands shot back behind her neck. Her eyes remained fixed on the floor, and she was unable to see K'rra's jaw agape in stunned silence. "My apologies, Miss. This worthless slut meant no disrespect. My duties require tracking the harem to ensure all chattel are accounted for. I wasn't aware K'rra had returned and was in the care of a guest. You are fortunate indeed to gain the favor of Hol Vydon that he should gift you with the services of one so skilled."

"I accept your apology. Make yourself useful, slave. Where can I find a rack to discipline this blue hole?"

K'rra shook her head as she reached out to take Jae's elbow. Confused, Ryalta looked up to see the look pass between the two standing women. Her hands came away from the back of her neck and she said, "The confinement area is for those who've displeased Hol Vydon. The racks you speak of to discipline your consort would be found upstairs in the harem and serving rooms..."

Jae instantly understood that she'd asked for something that went against household norms. She could feel suspicion growing like cancer in the kneeling woman. She waved a hand, "We'll be going to the servicing room now. You won't concern yourself with us any longer."

"The servicing rooms are upstairs..." Ryalta said uncertainly. Jae could feel the conflict in the slave's mind. She wanted to go about her business, but something so unusual had just happened that she was filled with doubt. Conflict raged in the woman's mind as she picked up and glanced at the schedules on her datapad.

"Where are the stairs?" Jae demanded of K'rra.

"Uhmm, this way, Miss."

As the two turned off down a side corridor, Jae brushed off K'rra's hand and pushed the slave along by the small of her back.

"What happened?" whispered K'rra.

"I tried to enthrall her, and it failed. Her will was unyielding."

"She's the First Consort of the harem, has been in Hol Vydon's service for twenty years."

"Void." Jae spat. "Her job acted as a touchstone. She may go about her duties, but she wasn't tricked. Should we go back and confine her somehow?"

K'rra turned and pushed open a door leading to a set of stairs. "No. First Consort is constantly busy. If she fails to attend to her duties, she'll be missed and word will spread. We need to move quickly."

"The dungeon is here, and Indy-Ra is in it. Why would we go up to the harem?"

"I don't know why Ryalta is on this level or what her duties are here. We told her we were going to the harem. It's less suspicious if we do exactly that. There's another set of stairs closer to the confinement cells. We can cut through, and when we descend again, we'll be closer to Indy-Ra."

K'rra took the lead, padding in silken slippers up the stairs. Jae followed, glad to have the guide. At a large landing, K'rra moved to an ornate door made in a reddish wood that looked expensive beyond belief. She paused and whispered to Jae, "We are going through one of the serving rooms. It will help if you can pretend to be interested in getting me somewhere private to have you way."

Nodding Jae stepped closer to K'rra. It was apparent to the slave that the Fury had no idea how to feign interest or arousal. Loosing patience K'rra grabbed one of Jae's hands and pulled it into the slaves ass cheeks. Jae looked morbid but did not flinch away. K'rra wound an arm around the human's waist and yanked the faux-mercenary hard against her. "You want to fuck me. You've been given the woman of your dreams who will appease any desire you have. Act like it."

Without waiting for jae to respond, K'rra shoved the door open and pulled jae along with her.

The room was opulent. Silks covered the walls and hung loosely from the ceiling. The floor was padded, with many recesses and covered in scarlet cushions. In the middle of the vast room was a sloping stage with a large round bed dominating the center. Naked bodies of every sex and species cavorted everywhere. Classical music crafted for the sole purpose of arousing desires played softly everywhere. Rather than drown out the chorus of sighs and moans, it merely enhanced them.

K'rra had seen this room many times. She'd worked in it many times, bringing ecstasy to countless others. Jae froze. The hand on K'rra's ass squeezed hard, clutching at the slave like a life preserver. K'rra tried to guide the Fury through the room, but Jae wouldn't budge. The human woman was transfixed, wide-eyed and staring at everything around her. K'rra recognized the lust on Jae's face and realized her mistake.

Jae was a Fury, she could feel everything that everyone in the room was feeling. The mystic knight was frozen in the throes of dozens of ecstasies.

*****

Looking around quickly, K'rra guessed maybe thirty-ish beings were in the large room. The lights were dim, and suspended silken valances flowed beneath a silk overlay masking the ceiling. The room was down in reds, with red and blue lights giving it a cavernous feeling of being inside a living being. The walls and floors were cushioned and padded as sentient copulated in couples, throuples, and more everywhere.

In the center of the room, a well-muscled human, enhanced beyond natural capacity, railed an exotic pale-skinned alien with a shock of flowing white hair. For a moment, K'rra lost track of her senses, flashing back to the time she'd been captured by pirates, imagining the couple at the center of the room were the pirate captain and her captured commanding officer. K'rra shook her head, trying to unlodge the disjointed memories.

A deep burning heat raced through her belly. It wasn't just the memory of her becoming a slave and witnessing her crew turned into sexual slaves against their wills, but also the ambiance of the room, the mass of bodies taking carnal pleasures everywhere she looked.

Her implants vibrated furiously, making coherent thought difficult. When she looked at the Fury Jae, she saw only smoldering lust in the human woman's face. K'rra wanted to grab her and pull her into her groin, force the woman to lap at her until she exploded senselessly in delight.

Jae turned slowly, her eyes devouring the room. K'rra suddenly understood that Jae was broadcasting her lust uncontrollably. Focus sensitive or not, everyone in the room was picking up on it, the moans became more intense, the petting more frantic, and the need more heated.

"Stars..." whimpered K'rra. In a heat like this, she knew the host of surgeries and augmentations would deliver a thick cloud of pheromones to everyone around her. Between the Fury broadcasting and K'rra chemical musk, it was ground zero for every sexual craving.

K'rra slid her pale blue hands down her sides in a desperate effort to keep them from going right to her pussy. She needed to stay in control. They were on a mission. To free... somebody... K'rra only wanted to free herself from the confines of clothing, to grab the nearest body and force it between her legs. The need was maddening.

"Kaster, Kaster... Go for K'rra... We have a problem..." K'rra gasped into her comm unit. She forced her eyes closed. A couple to her side were rutting like animals, and the sight of the man's dimpled cheeks slamming away between smooth legs made her want to rip him off the slave girl, straddle him, force him inside, and squeeze the life from his body. It was difficult to tell if it was better or worse with her eyes closed; the moans and squeals continued all around her, enhanced now by her imagination.

"Kaster... Please..."

*****

He could feel the comm vibrating against his wrist, but he dared not answer it. The Majordomo led the way down indulgently decorated hallways. Hol Vydon wanted everyone to know he was a man of cultured tastes.

Syrakk glanced back, asking, "You received quite a sum for the last one. We thought you'd enjoy the reward for some time before returning."

Grinding his teeth and wanting nothing more than to answer the buzzing comms unit, Kaster tried his best to answer neutrally, "Couldn't risk someone else taking that bounty."

Syrakk's smile was practiced, "It's good to see there are still a few hunters with a work ethic."

"Just the credits."

Syrakk stopped and looked Kaster directly in the eye. "You've chosen to work for the right Hol, then. Your motivation will never be in question, and neither will the payments."

From above her gag, Kae looked at one and then the other, reaching out with her Focus to gauge whether violence would erupt. Kaster was agitated, but it wasn't the Majordomo... The comm unit at his wrist was agitating with every buzz. She knew in an instant that there were problems with the other team. That meant her own life might be at risk, and now she was agitated at Syrakk for his useless banter. She considered tapping the manacles together, but drew a breath around the phallus and forced herself calm.

"The sooner the better," Kaster said.

Syrakk's smile lingered a moment longer, enough to annoy, then he turned and led them onward.

*****

Fury Jae stood watching the couple on the stage-bed. Who, in turn, had ramped up the erotic part of their exhibition. They were no longer just fucking but kissing and touching and lingering on each other. The sex had slowed to a sensual crawl.

The holo-cloak was grabbed by a brown skinned Wontin woman with long tentacula, writhing as if they had a mind of their own. The undulating indicated she was in a state of high arousal. With waves of lust radiating off Jae like a heater, K'rra understood why the Wottin was so horny. When the Wotin tugged on it again, Jae let it slip from her shoulders. The recipient smothered her face it as he partner continued drilling her.

Participants in the orgy had formed a half circle around Jae. They were still in various states of pleasing their partners, but all eyes were on the Fury. K'rra staggered back, her hands slipping down slave silks to find her center. One ghost of a touch made her want to fall to her knees and please herself on the spot.

With monumental effort, K'rra retreated away from Jae. More and more of the room was turning to watch Jae, now moving her hips back and forth as if in a slow dance with herself. Jae wrapped her arms around herself, hugging herself tightly, then her hands began to wander across the skin-tight jumpsuit covering her body. Bits of armor clattered to the floor as she swayed, dancing with herself.

As K'rra tried to clear her head, a grizzled human with a scarred, leathery face approached Jae. He wore nothing more than a loincloth, which he pinched himself through. His wiry arms and hairy chest were crisscrossed with scars.

K'rra didn't recognize the man. He was either a new guard indulging in the rewards of working for Hol Vydon, or one of the countless bounty hunters who lingered around the palace.

K'rra moved shoving her lust deep down. A companion was in a precarious situation and she could not stand idly by.

Oblivious to the approaching dangers, Jae used her fingers to trace patterns up each of her sides. One hand went to her neck and she felt the heat of her palm on throat. The traced the collar of the jumpsuit, finding the zipper and wrapping delicate fingers around it.

The bounty hunter approached, snapping, "Eh, girl? One of Vydon's? I'd like a sample, yeah!"

Jae turned to stare at the man, her lips quivering, but she said nothing. Soft, exotic music played, conjuring up a thousand scenes of imagined lusts.

Impatient for a response, he reached out and grabbed her bicep. "Need help with that, do you? Well, you've come to the right place, love."

His grasp had an electric effect, her whole body going rigid in an instant. He tugged at her arm, causing her to slide the zipper down between her breasts. Confused, she licked her lips and looked back up into his eyes.

"I said I want you out of your clothing, slave. Lets get you naked so a real man can give you a fuck, eh?"

"I'm sorry, honored guest," K'rra said, interrupting the hunter and forcing her way between the two. "This woman is a guest, as are you, and not a slave for use."

The hunter's face hardened, eyes narrowing as he glared at K'rra, "Didn't ask you, love. No rules about two guests shagging if and they chose. So how about you bugger off slave girl."

K'rra knew the guest was right and that she was overstepping her boundaries of protocol. She placed a hand on the hunter's shoulder and insisted, "Sir, I apologize most humbly. But this guest is not avail..."

The hunter released his grip on Jae and turned to shove K'rra away violently. K'rra staggered back tripping on a couple deep in the throes of passion as they stared at Jae. She slipped, landing atop the two, on the male's back, who grunted and continued driving into his partner. The heat of his skin through her silks and the palms of her hands made her want to turn away from Jae and ravish the man, beg him to take her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the hunter, who, now that he'd tasted violence, was doubly hard at the thought of beating someone.

Jae disarmed the situation, her hands wrapping around the hunter's neck as she pressed herself to his backside. "This one's mine, K'rra. Go find your own. I've wanted this so long."

The hunter breathed heavily, then forced himself to turn away from Jae and spit at K'rra, "You heard her, cunt. Piss off."

*****

K'rra could only watch as the bounty hunter's hands wandered along Jae's body. Jae moaned helplessly, overcome with sensation. She latched onto the man, pressing her body against him as his arms wrapped around, claiming her.

The hunter looked dangerous. His wiry body was crisscrossed with scars, lessons learned in past fights. His intense gaze never left the Fury writhing against him. He basked in the glow of knowing he'd conquered what all eyes in the room were on.

He whispered something to Jae, and she blushed. He then grabbed Jae by the back of the neck and forced her to accept a long, rough kiss. K'rra understood that he was marking his territory, showing everyone here that he'd claimed the ultimate prize. He forced one of Jae's hands down under his loincloth and sighed with satisfaction when she eagerly gripped him.

K'rra was having trouble focusing, especially when the hands of a nearby couple began exploring her calves and thighs. She was also a little jealous of the Fury. K'rra wanted to be the center of attention like that. All those eyes on her as she was used. An audience feeding off her desires and sensuality to enflame their own. It made her want to touch herself at the thought of it.

She wanted to ride the erotic high and indulge. She wanted to give herself to everyone, please everyone, and be their everything. The thought of losing herself in service and ecstasy was overwhelming. Only the thought of Kaster counting on her forced her to shove her desires aside.

The orgy and its participants shifted en masse. All eyes followed as the hunter dragged Jae to the center of the room and the enormous canopy bed on its low stage, including the large black eyes of the Avyrian attendants and guards. There were only a few Avyrians in the playroom, but K'rra observed and knew that, as amphibians, they would not be affected by Jae's broadcast or the room's energy.

The hunter and Jae approached the bed, and the couple on it stopped their own play to watch Jae writhing against the man claiming her. Shoving Jae against one of the bedposts, the hunter pulled Jae's arms over her head as he leaned in sucking the air from her lungs in brutal kiss. He reached up between her chest and slowly tugged on the zip, revealing skin inch by inch.

The partygoers shifted positions, forming circles around the bed. Hands, and mouths, flippers and claws, tentacula, and lips explored freely everywhere. The participants were getting fevered, frantic, and eager. K'rra wondered what would happen if they all climaxed at once. The thought of being in a crowd experiencing that broke her brain a little. She wondered if the universe would stop spinning in the wake of such a thing.

K'rra knew she had to act, to do something. It was already the oddest orgy she'd ever witnessed, and the Avyrians, clueless to other beings' passions, would eventually recognize that something very odd was happening.

*****

Kaster had hoped he'd be asked to wait in the antechamber with his prisoner, but the Majordomo ushered the two into the throne room without a delay. The renewed buzzing at his wrist had to go ignored. That K'rra could even make a call indicated that things were not so disastrous just yet. It was the silence between her calls that worried him.

He'd only been to the throne room once before, but the audience hadn't changed.

Hol Vydon was on an elaborate throne, its back towering several stories in the air. He looked smug and pleased with himself as Kaster brought his prisoner. Immediately around him were several whispering advisors, the Majordomo breaking away to join them. He whispered into the Hol's ear, and Vydon listened carefully, his eyes never leaving Kaster.

Around the throne were a motley crew of guards, bounty hunters, and other thugs, some in opulent military uniforms. Beneath the throne's dais, was a crowd of petitioners, businessmen, and more thugs and hunters, all hoping to win the Hol's favors.

Counting quickly, Kaster noted six warriors around Vydon, and another half dozen hangers-on in the crowd. If things got ugly, it would be an ugly fight, with both he and Kae needing to handle six armed beings each at once. He hoped the plan they'd agreed on would work out. He'd sell Kae, she'd be taken, escape immediately, then flee, while he 'pursued' her, slowing others down by picking them off and outright ambushing until they both escaped. Even that was a long shot with so many armed thugs nearby.

He could feel his neck muscles tensing so tightly he thought they might snap at any moment. The Fury mantra passed through his mind: No emotion, only peace. He always hated it. He was not a robot. He was only in this situation because passions had brought him here. The inner turmoil caused a sharp pain in his gut. He wanted to throw off the charade and start attacking this very moment. At least then there'd be no more room for doubt, action crystallized thought, made the obvious clear.

An image of K'rra's blue hand lying on his pale chest brought sudden peace. He could picture his ship, his cabin, white sheets, and her there next to him. Her warmth seeping into him as they lie in post coital bliss. Suddenly, he had the peace he was looking for. Whatever happened, he would ensure K'rra would never scrape and grovel to this monster ever again.

Hol Vydon announced to the room, "Mighty hunter Kaster returns. And you've claimed a bounty that few could. Behold! He brings me a Fury."

The audience murmured while the armed men became more alert, their eyes narrowing and their hands instinctively wandering to weapons. The crows was now alert that the prisoner was much more of a threat than many had assumed at first glance.

Steely eyes wandered to Kaster. If he'd captured a Fury, they all wondered, how dangerous did that make him?

*****

There was still no answer on comms. Kaster was engaged, maybe even fighting as she worried. K'rra could waste no more time. She needed to do something, anything, right now.

Disentangling herself from stroking hands, K'rra slipped to the edge of the room. She scanned for a dataport but did not see one. The walls in the playroom were padded and heated to body temperature, any dataport would be covered, or removed somewhere nearby.

She hated doing it but approached one of the nearby Avyrians. The attendant was one of the few beings in the room wearing clothes, a simple, utilitarian white tunic. It was impossible for K'rra to determine which sex it was, as males and females appeared nearly identical. This one had a side pouch full of lubricants, foams, small toys, and other accouterments to increase arousal and ease of access. There was also a stunner in case guests for unruly.

As K'rra approached, the attendant looked at her curiously and asked, "Is there some sort of holiday or cultural custom I'm unaware of?"

K'rra glanced back at the writhing masses forming several circles around the canopy bed. The Hunter had Jae bent over the edge, gripping her hips tightly to grind against her. Around them, the crowd writhed in unison, some of the participants mimicking the hunter's exact movements with their partners.

"I wouldn't know. Gyth are not a part of whatever custom this is."

The attendant nodded, perplexed, "It is all rather confusing, isn't it?"

"Indeed," K'rra said in her most clinical tone. "Where can I find a dataport?"

"Utility closet, hallway on the left."

K'rra escaped the playroom and found the utility closet. Inside was a small sink, towels, washcloths, and various cleaning gear and solutions. The dataport was standard. She drew her datapad from a cloak pouch and connected.

The palace was no starship. As she quickly reviewed a list of subsystems, she was amazed at the lack of internal security. Civilian networks were more rudimentary than those she'd learned to manipulate in the Navy.

A plan formed. K'rra took a small bucket and filled it with water.