Chapter 31 – Tripping the O Fantastic

Content Warning: Mf, slavery, submission, service, mind-reading sex, sci-fi
 
K’rra quivered on the floor at the feet of her Master and his free companion. She tried processing her feelings, but they were jumbled. She hoped she would be enough for her Master, but he had allowed another to use her. She was still his, but he also let her be used like the object she was by others.
And yet, the orgasm she’d just felt was nothing short of unreal. She quivered uncontrollably in its wake. She tried to imagine what she must look like, naked, quivering, and well-used beyond anything she’d ever experienced. On her homeworld, she would receive nothing but pure disgust for her wanton carnality. She prayed the rest of the galaxy was not like that.
Was she such a slut? So debased that the humiliation of the experience had driven her to new depths? She was a slave and had no say in her use. It freed her from the overwhelming guilt she might have experienced otherwise. She couldn’t control any of these things. She could only enjoy them as commanded to. It was a delicious fate.
“Stars upon stars,” Kae said, still quivering herself. “You’ve never opened her up to this before?”
“Like I said, no,” Kaster replied. His trousers were still open, and his cock stood rigid and unsated. 
Ashamed that she’d enjoyed a climax without her Master, K’rra flung herself on him. She took his shaft in her throat and shoved herself down until her nose met his belly. She was still weak from the intensity of the climax she’d just had, but duty always came first. 
“Open your Focus to her and fuck her. Let her feel how you feel.” Kae said.
Kaster groaned. K’rra was unsure if it was in response to her mouth or what Kae had said. She stopped sucking him only long enough to beg, “Please, Sir.”
Kae reached out and took Kaster's face in one hand, drawing his gaze to her, “Imagine it. The two of you entwined, body and mind. You think she’s yours now. Just wait until she knows exactly how you feel. You won't even need those crude implants. The mere sight of you will make her cream.”
A fist wound in K’rra’s hair, and Kae pulled her off her Master. “Beg him, slave girl. Tell him how badly you want it. What I just gave you, he can do as well. Convince him to make you orgasm like that.”
K’rra didn’t need the other woman’s words to convince her. She wanted exactly that, more than anything else in the universe. She recalled the first time she’d begged for sex. It had been at the hands of pirates, who laughed at her awkwardness. She’d begged as earnestly as she could for strangers. The experience had been humiliating and made her wet, unlike anything previously.
She wanted to feel the same type of orgasm at her Master’s hands or cock. She wanted it so badly that it felt like a physical obstruction buried in her chest. And yet, she was terrified. Her begging would be heartfelt this time and not an act, unlike with the pirates. What if he laughed? What if he refused? The pain of the thought alone made her reluctant to speak the words. But she wanted to so badly. 
She wanted it more than that fear. She knew she’d never sleep again if she were not brave enough to beg. Begging for precisely this was the only thing she could or would ever think about again.
“Your faithful, devoted slave begs you, Master. Please, have me. Please use me as she did. Please, Sir, I am yours to do anything with as you wish, but grant me this one task to serve you fully.”
K’rra watched his cock twitch to her words. There was a pained look on his face. She prayed it wasn’t revulsion; she was the biggest slut of her species and deserved nothing but scorn. But from him, she dared to hope there was some desire. More than anything, she wanted him to use her as no other Gyth had been used.
His hands shot out, grabbing her by the face and pulling her back into his lap. K’rra opened her mouth greedily as his cock pressed to her lips. Only to have her hair ripped back, stealing his tool from her hungry mouth.
“Oh no,” Kae said. “You can’t use her like I did. It’s her first time with you. Fuck her cunt. Fuck her like the woman she is.”
Kaster grunted and kicked his pants off. Kae sat forward on the couch, leaning toward K’rra. She pulled the slave back and upright as if to display the slave to her master.
“Look at her,” Kae demanded. “Open your focus. Let her see what you see.”
Kaster tore his shirt off and looked at K’rra. His eyes seemed iridescent, hard to focus on. 
And then she felt it. He was looking at her. She could see herself kneeling naked before him. Her blue skin was so different from his own ruddy shade of reddened pink. Her hair was a tangle of red curls, with human hands holding her in place. Her face, though, was radiant. K’rra glowed in the beauty of a marbled goddess. A heart-shaped blue face with dark lips and purple eyes. The look of need on her face made her hungry all over again for herself.
Her eyes swept down across her light blue skin. Thick royal blue lips, perfect for sucking cock. A swan-like neck that screamed elegance and grace. Full tits with nipples nearly a shade of purple. The nipples were so hard they begged for his mouth to take them. She had a slender waist, and at the end of the journey, her bald pussy glistened in the juices of the passion from moments ago. 
K’rra was breathless. She was perfect. She was looking at the icon of a goddess of lust and fertility. As beautiful as she was, there was also a halo of respect for her intellect. There was no problem she couldn’t solve. He and she were certain of it, although K’rra was less sure than he was.
There was another layer that took her a moment to realize as well. He wanted her. He ached. He was so hard it was painful. Hard for her. The realization that she could not only see herself through his eyes but feel his need took her breath away. 
Looking into his face, K’rra also wanted him to see himself through her eyes. She gazed at his dark hair, wild and unkept as he was, the angry brows that made him serious beyond his years, and the square jaw that made him look resolute and strong. Her eyes wandered down his naked body, the broad chest, wiry limbs hardened by years of training, and the mechanical arm replacing the one he gave up for her. Down further to the washboard of his abs. And finally, his heavy cock, so capable of sending her into orbit with ease.
Stars, she wanted him. She, too, ached. She wanted him to pry her apart, fill her, and complete her. Every part of her body ached to have his hands on it. Even a simple touch to her shoulder would make her swoon. She begged silently for him to take her, to own her, to make her his. She wanted to be held down helplessly and used thoroughly by him.
“Go on, take her,” Kae's distant voice said. 
Kaster stood in front of K’rra. She reached out and took him in her mouth, but was yanked back by Kae’s hand in her hair. 
“Let her up,” Kaster said. He wanted to feel her against him, their bodies standing together in union. K’rra could feel his want, and she wanted the same.
“Start at his feet, slave, and leave a trail of wet kisses all the way up,” Kae said, with a shove down.
K’rra felt his irritation. She was his toy. He said nothing. He was too eager to have his slave do exactly as Kae said. Knowing that her Master wanted this made K’rra want to do it, to please him, even though another had set the task. She saw herself through his eyes, on her knees, obedient and willing, just as she should be.
Lowering her face to the floor, K’rra kissed his toes. She felt his longing enflamed. In her mind, she saw herself as he did, her hourglass figure beneath him, wet lips on his skin. He wanted to grab her soft hips and stab into her violently. She ached with yearning for precisely that, and somehow, she knew he could feel her need. His cock twitched, and she knew it without even seeing it happen. 
She worked her way quickly up his feet, giving each equal attention. She grasped his legs, pulling herself up as her face brushed hairy legs so different from her own. As she reveled in their difference, she could see her own, shapely from her time in the military. She wanted to run her hands along them, grab them like they were owned, and they were.
As she rubbed her face on his inner thighs, she felt his cock touch her. She felt exactly what it felt like to have thick strands of hair brush across cock. Both Kaster and K’rra gasped in desire. She looked up to his eyes, his cock in the fore of her vision, and saw herself looking down at him, his and her cock gliding across her face. His cock twitched, and she felt it in her loins, the ache of being so painfully hard.
His hands gripped her face, fingers digging into her red mane. She felt the power of holding a slave girl there just before her cock. She knew he could feel her hunger to have it in her mouth, the unbound need to please him and her. She felt him guide her to him; she felt his cock enter her mouth, and her cock sucked past soft wet lips into exquisite heat. No wonder men loved this. Her mouth was built for precisely this, her tongue rubbing the sweet, sensitive underside perfectly, making her want to cum in her mouth.
K’rra was getting confused. The sensation of feeling him use her and feeling herself be used at once was overwhelming. She felt what it was like to be a master, to own another, to take pleasure from her, while at the same time feeling herself be used as she was meant to. Her power over herself made her wet and hard for herself, and she relished being consumed and taking a warm, moist hole.
She pulled her head away from her cock, guiding her back up her hard-toned pink body. She kissed her six-pack while feeling butterflies flutter in her own soft belly. She awkwardly got to her feet while providing a foundation for her to climb up her body. She pressed her soft, full breasts to her chiseled pectorals and looked up into her dark eyes while looking down into her wide violet eyes.
K’rra parted her lips, waiting for her to press down into them and devour her in a hard kiss. She wrapped her arms around her broad shoulders while gripping her and pulling her hard into herself at the waist. Her belly felt her hard cock pressing against it, wiry muscles and soft flesh. It was all her, entwined, one, burning with heat and desire.
She wanted her rough hands and stiff cock in her. She wanted her soft flesh wrapped around her cock. She reached down, taking her cock and stroking it against her soft belly. She wished she were taller so she could take herself inside her right now. The need to feel herself in her was unbearable.
When she kissed herself, she went blind twice. Soft, compliant lips merged with those that were demanding and hungry. Two fleshes becoming one. Her thoughts bled, becoming his, and his hers. She swam in all the double sensations, wondering and eager to see how it ended. She begged twice for it never to end.
She told herself, “Get down on your knees. I need you.”
And then she was down, kneeling again, pressing her breasts and face to the floor. She spread her legs apart, open and exposed to herself in ways she’d never imagined. She saw her cunt, wet, glistening, inviting, and it was the most exquisite thing she’d ever seen. She couldn’t wait to be buried in herself.
Gripping her cock in rough fingers, she pressed it against the burning heat of her cunt. She pressed back, wanting to engulf herself, but she teased, shifting it to glide along her moist slit. She groaned in frustration and felt pride that she’d made her want it like a greedy slut. She pressed back again, begging with a tortured sigh, and she slapped her cock against her convulsing hole.
“Fuck me, please, Sir,” she begged herself. The words ignited a fire in her twitching cock. She grabbed her soft hip with one of her hardened hands, lining herself up for penetration. The tip of her cock was on fire, pressed just against her lips. It threatened to invade but continued to tease, flaring the flames in her belly. Unable to hold back any longer, she slowly pushed inside her eager cunt.
“Stars!” She whispered from behind her as she groaned, feeling so filled. 
“I’m sorry, Sir…” she whimpered to herself. Unable to stop herself, she felt herself grip herself with fluttering grasps. Milking herself into double orgasms at once. She and she groaned, then cried out at once. She could feel herself emptying into herself, spurt after painful and ecstatic spurt. She screamed and yelled at once, soft and masculine voices filling the room with their ecstasy, both coming from herself. 
The universe exploded in white light and went dark together as two sets of eyes rolled back into each other’s climax.