Chapter 30 – Sharing

MFf, slavery, submission, service, beta-f, lesbian, sci-fi

It was difficult to watch another woman stroke her Master. K’rra fell back on her training. It was not her desires that were important but those of her owner. If he wanted another woman to stroke him, she had to be ready to appease his every desire.
She lowered her eyes and forced her hands to her knees, palms open and up. Let him see my compliance, she thought, my willingness to please him in every way, and that would prove my worth to him.
Kae was younger, and K’rra could see the appeal of a new pretty thing. She only hoped her Master would ask K’rra to help him enjoy himself. If she could attend to his needs a little, that would validate her service.
“Have you ever opened your Focus while fucking her?” Kae asked Kaster while looking hungrily at K’rra.
“No,” he replied.
“I know you’ve had her. I could feel both of you last night. She gave herself completely to you, and you indulged in her so gently.
“I’ve never opened my Focus while fucking her.”
“Why not?” Kae continued stroking him, but her eyes were all over the kneeling slave.
“I have my reasons,” he said.
Kae looked at him with a wicked pout. “Hmm, you’re hiding something. What could it be? You had a girl that you opened your Focus to? Did she become obsessed? Fall madly for you?”
Kaster didn’t answer. His eyes were on K’rra the whole time.
Kae slowed her stroking and whispered, “Tell me about her… The one you shared that with.”
“No,” he said.
Kae pouted, turning back to K’rra, “And this one? She’s not worth the experience?”
“She’s a slave. She’d do it to please me.”
“You’d offer her a choice?” Kae almost laughed. “Not only is she just a slave, but she’s Unbound. She’s nothing like us. Couldn’t even comprehend how the universe sings to us. She’s dirt beneath our feet. And a willing slave at that.”
Kaster glanced at Kae, but his attention was focused on K’rra. Kneeling naked with her legs spread, K’rra knew mentalist tricks were playing out between the two. She only hoped her Master was strong enough to resist. Was his constant eye contact with her a message to her? She dared to dream that she might be his anchor against the young Fury.
“Let her indulge,” Kae whispered to him. “She’s been so loyal to you beyond what a mere slave should feel for her master. Give her a taste of the third eye. Let her open it and see things as they are.”
Kaster sighed, “She’s a materialist, she won’t see it as you and I do.”
“Let’s shake her foundations then.” Kae pulled her hand out of his trousers and beckoned to K’rra with a toothy grin. “Come here, slave girl. You are going to help me please your master. And if you are as good as I know you are, you will get something special.”
“Yes, ma’am.” It was only a few paces to the two on the couch, not even worth the effort of standing, so K’rra went to them on her hands and knees.
Kaster watched her, nodded, then spread his legs. K’rra went between them and reached for his fastens. Kae held out her hand, blocking the view.
“I touched your master’s cock with these fingers. Kiss them. Show him what you plan to do.”
K’rra looked up at her, then back to Kaster. She opened her mouth and greedily sucked in the human woman’s fingers. One at a time at first, wrapping her dark blue lips around each, sucking the digits deep into her mouth, then flicking them with her tongue as they left her. Kae’s breathing changed. It slowed and deepened. She forced several into K’rra’s mouth at once.
Closing her eyes, K’rra imagined it was Kaster thrusting his fingers into her. She sucked on them as she would his cock, trying to vacuum all the blood out with her lips. She reached forward and worked at his fastens, exposing him and pulling the pants open.
“Woof,” Kae said as K’rra wrapped her hands around Kaster’s cock. He was semi-rigid from Kae's ministrations. It only took a few soft strokes to make him rock hard. K’rra took it as a victory. She’d accomplished in moments what the younger woman had failed to do.
K’rra’s piercings vibrated against her. The slave hoops in nipples, earlobes, and clit were sending maddening pulses of pleasure through her body. She no longer cared about the human woman servicing her man. She needed someone, anyone, to touch her.
Leaning forward, K’rra sucked her Master into her mouth. She pushed forward, letting him feel the tight ring of muscles in her throat. There were times, like now, when K’rra was sad that her gag reflex had been removed. Sad that she could breathe around cock with her altered throat. There was something deeply submissive in gagging and choking for breath around a cock buried deep in her. She clenched her new muscles and felt a wave of pride when Kaster swore.
Slowly, languidly, K’rra bobbed her head up and down in Kaster’s lap. She let him feel her tongue and lips working on him. Along with strategic swallows, she could feel her Master’s desire building up to the point of release.
“Not yet, slave girl,” Kae said. A hand wove its way into K’rra’s deep red hair, then clenched in a fist. The tug of all the strands on her scalp sent pre-programmed waves of pleasure through her body, shooting down her spine like an electric current. She doubted she’d enjoyed the sensation before her slave training, but then, no one had ever pulled her hair on her all too proper homeworld. She groaned against Kaster’s thick meat and felt it pulse in response.
Kae gathered up stray hairs, pulling the K’rra’s shoulder-length hair into a tightly held bun. The woman then guided K’rra’s face over her owner's cock at a frantic pace, shoving the slave down hard into his lap. When Kaster began twitching, Kae slowed to an agonizing glacial pace.
“Are you wet?” Kae asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” K’rra released Kaster’s cock only long enough to answer, then sucked him back in.
Kae laughed, “Are you always wet?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Show me.”
K’rra reached down between her legs while pushing Kaster in as deep as he would go. She stroked herself, relishing the feel of her fingers on her wet cunt. Penetration wasn’t even needed. As she rubbed her fingers across her lips and slit, she was drenched instantly. She stroked herself longer than she would have dared in Vydon’s harem, but Kaster never seemed to mind.
There was a yank on her hair, “I said, show me.”
K’rra forced her hand away from herself, holding it up awkwardly as she continued to suck Kaster.
“Ymm,” Kae cooed. “What do you taste like?”
With sheer will of force, K’rra let Kaster slip from her mouth, “Slightly sweet, ma’am.”
Kae laughed, “No, taste yourself. I want to taste you through your own senses.”
Confused, K’rra could only blink at the younger woman. What the Fury said didn’t make any sense, but she’d been given an order. She looked quickly to Kaster, who only nodded, then sucked her own fingers into her mouth.
Her taste had changed. Before the surgeries, she was bitter. Now, her juices were sweet, and she knew they were laced with pheromones. Whenever she tasted her nectar, she wondered if she might fall in love with herself like the human fable of Narcissus. It was a silly notion. In addition to the surgeries, she’d been given a neurotoxin that blocked her receptors to those hormones. Still, the myth haunted her, and she worried about falling in love and toying with herself at the exclusion of others.
As she was putting on a show for Kaster, licking her fingers lovingly and imagining it was him consuming her, K’rra felt a hand lift her face and turn it to Kae. The woman looked into K’rra’s eyes.
The universe shifted. It was like entering jump space, but unlike it at the same time.
It felt as if someone were tickling her skull on the inside. She paused, two fingers resting along the length of her tongue.
“Oh, now that is sweet,” Kae said, her voice muffled and distorted.
Unsure what was happening, K’rra sucked on her fingers. It was always best to fall back on her training.
“Touch yourself,” Kae demanded.
K’rra obeyed without question. A tsunami of pleasure washed through her body as her fingers found her moist lips once again. A shuddering gasp ripped through her body. And she watched as the same thing happened to Kae.
The young Fury gripped K’rra’s hair tightly. She breathed huskily, “Degenerate star! You feel so…”
Unable to help herself, K’rra passed her fingers over her clit, letting each one tap the hoop pierced through it. She forced her climax back, wanting to let it explode through her, but there was something so submissive about being forced to wait for it.
Kae was struggling to breathe, “Stars! Stars! No wonder you wanted to be a slave.”
The reminder that she was property, owned, an object for pleasure, sent K’rra crashing into another near orgasm. The thought that she was nothing more than holes for others’ desires woke something so primal in her… that words lost meaning trying to describe it. K’rra pressed her fingertips to the hoop and rubbed furiously.
She could feel her climax, just a knife’s edge away. Her whole body was wound tight, every muscle ready to snap.
There was a flurry of movement in front of her. Through half-lidded eyes, K’rra saw Kae strip away her pantaloons. Naked from the waist down, the Fury threw herself back against the couch and dragged K’rra’s face away from her Master.
The heat and the heady aroma of another woman engulfed K’rra. She opened her mouth and lapped hungrily. Kae was moist, excited for certain, but not dripping like K’rra was. Following her slave training, K’rra knew she could easily rectify the situation. She teased at the younger woman’s cunt, lapping at lips, at the places where thigh met body, and always just quite out of reach of the clit.
Fingers split K’rra’s bun, tearing it in two and making ponytails of it. Using her hair as if it were handlebars, Kae yanked the slave against her. The Fury thrust her hips up into K’rra’s face, trying to rub her nub over every inch of the slave girl's face.
“You love this,” Kae said. “You are such a filthy whore. If only your creche mates could see you. A naked blue slave girl serving humans. You degenerate.”
It was all true. Kae was reading her mind. Repeating the very thoughts flashing in the slave’s head as she was used like a toy. The shame of it, being the smartest, greatest, most egalitarian species in the galaxy, only to serve these hairless, uplifted brutes, was humiliating. They came begging for trinkets, scientific baubles, and children's toys beyond their comprehension. And here she was serving them in the most base primal way. It humiliated her to the core. She was nothing, except when being used.
“Oh, my… and… what does it feel like… when you climax?”
The thought of cumming without permission was too humiliating. She’d trained long and hard to avoid it. With or without implants, it was just something K’rra couldn’t fathom. She needed permission. Mouthing the words, begging for climax, it left a mystery. Did she want it? Or was she told to do those things? Cumming on her own, without permission, would remove all doubt. She would be a slut to her core.
And yet, something tickled inside her skull. Some whisper of an echo past told her it was perfectly acceptable for women to be in charge of their own gratification. The years of strict upbringing, of an entire society that only had sex for procreation, the walls built in her mind crumbled. She did want it. More than anything.
“Please!” K’rra cried out. “May I cum?”
She was shoved back into the juicy cunt. Her head was pushed and shoved to give another pleasure as it should be. Lapping and sucking, K’rra felt the edge. But worse than that, she knew she’d tumble over it soon.
“Please!” K’rra begged while gasping for air.
When she was ignored and shoved back face-first into the woman, she knew she was broken. The pressure was simply too much. And touching herself, sucking Kae, and stroking Kaster, sent her tumbling.
She screamed out and heard Kae screaming as well. Their echoes entwined like the bodies of lovers filling the ship with anguished cries of need.
K’rra floated, knowing she wasn’t just a slave, but the lowest slut of her entire species.