Chapter 38 – Weaponized Slavery

Content Warning - Mf, slavery, submission, service, crass seduction, brainwashing, oral, sci-fi
 
“Lay down your arms!” Jae demanded.
There was a moment of tense silence, then Kaster WaveBlade erupted to life. Kaster and Jae crossed Blades in a fury of blows, some so fast K’rra could barely register.
Uncertain of what to do, K’rra dropped her medical kit and stepped backward onto the landing pad's dirt. She watched as the constables lifted their weapons. With no other defense, she fell to her knees and dropped her head to the ground. Blaster bolts sizzled past her as the police opened fire.
Kaster paused his attack only long enough to deflect a few bolts from the constables, then pressed forward with a flurry of blows, forcing Jae back. Having to split her Focus between Kaster and the police firing randomly behind her, Jae went on the defensive, giving the ground to her opponent.
With blaster bolts flying through the air, Kae panicked and returned the fire. Her stunner made wide circular shots that retorted in a low echoey pitch. Barely able to dodge the blaster bolts making their way past Kaster, her anxiety got the best of her. She went down to one knee, firing as quickly as she could pull the trigger without bothering to aim.
With blaster fire and stunner bolts filling the air it didn’t take long before one found a target. Kaster watched at least two constables go down as they were hit dead on with the stunner. 
He was so relieved to see the odds changing rapidly that he missed calculating a bolt going past him. Instead of passing, it struck his lower spine. He jerked, trying to fight the effects, and the opening was all Jae needed to disarm him. His WaveBlade flew out of his hand as the polished floor of the starport floor rushed up at him.
The last thing he heard was Kae announcing, “I surrender!”
K’rra’s violet eyes looked into his from under a prostrate arm as he slipped into slumber.
“So, sister,” Jae said as she advanced into the landing field. “You’ve finally come for a visit.”
Looking back behind her, K’rra saw Jae kneeling, her hands in the air, the stunner lying in the dirt. K’rra mind instantly wandered, wondering if the stray shot had indeed been an accident.
“I can explain!” Kae begged.
Jae threw up a hand, and Kae went tumbling backward. “Silence!”
K’rra watched as the Fury stepped past her, their eyes meeting only for an instant. Jae quickly determined that the slave was no threat, so she directed all her attention to her sister who was surrendering.
“Jae,” Kae cried, “it’s not what you think.”
“Speak again, and I’ll take your tongue out.” The Fury Jae said. Without turning to address them directly, she called out to the constables, “Get a gag on her fast.”
A constable rushed past K’rra with manacles and a gag in hand. K’rra craned her head to watch, but the other un-stunned constable rushed up to her and snapped manacles on her wrists. He then crouched next to K’rra, watching as his partner gagged and cuffed Kae.
“This one too,” the Fury Jae said. The constable guarding K’rra left to attend to Kaster.
K’rra listened to the three discuss jurisdiction. It was finally decided that both Kaster and Kae would be taken to the Fury temple while K’rra would be remanded to the constables. K’rra had a Federation bounty payable only if alive, and it would be quite the bounty for this system to collect. She was then marched through the streets to the constable’s office and placed in a cell.
The constabulary was small, a single room with four workstations and two cells. Through the transparent cell door, she could see and hear everything the constables did. At first, she sat on the ferocity bed attached to the wall, but as a plan formed, she slipped down to the floor in a slave position. 
She thought about Kaster and Kae fucking her, opening her mind to theirs, how much they wanted and lusted after her. Her implants helped, happily buzzing at a steady low level, the purpose of which was to keep her on edge and wet in case a master wanted to use her. She flexed her thighs, squeezing the clitoral implant, feeling the delicious waves of pleasure it brought. 
The constables were too busy to notice when she stripped out of her jumpsuit. It made touching herself much easier as well. Occasionally between thigh squeezes she would reach down and languidly run a finger along her moist slit. The feeling of being naked when she wasn’t supposed to, the captivity, and thoughts of her Master made the edging both agony and ecstasy.
The constables struggled to find the right agency to report K’rra to. They were bounced around in a game of comms-tag that took nearly an hour. Finally, they reached the bureau that had issued the capture bounty, and accommodations were made.
Finally, a constable approached her with a tray of lunch. He stopped a good meter before the door and blushed, “Miss, you… um… really should be wearing clothing. We have indecency laws here.”
K’rra looked up, batting her eyes and giving her thighs a firm squeeze, “But, I’m a slave. We’re forbidden from wearing clothing.”
“Oh no, slavery is illegal in the Federated Union.”
Spreading her legs just a fraction wider, she replied, “My master will punish me if he finds out I wore clothing without permission. You don’t want to see me spanked, do you?”
“But… you came in wearing… your jumpsuit right there,” the constable said, looking visibly uncomfortable. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the station was empty save for himself and the prisoner.
“I was only supposed to wear that at the starport. This doesn’t look like the starport anymore.” She said. She pressed her shoulders together, framing her ample chest between her arms. “You don’t like what you see?”
“I… I’m going to… go,” he said, turning to leave.
“Please, sir! I’m so hungry. I’d do anything to wrap my lips around your tasty morsels.”
He stopped, looking down at the food tray, then back to the cell. Slowly, he turned back around and approached the door. “Meals are a right. I’ll leave this with you.”
K’rra could feel the anguish on his face as his gaze traveled across her naked blue skin. She upped the ante by turning the hand on her knees over to palms down, then slid her fingers slowly up her inner thighs. “Thank you, sir. Please allow me to show you my appreciation.”
“No, no. That won’t be necessary,” he waved a hand over the door scanner, and the see-through door recessed into the wall. He cautiously walked to the slat bed to set the food tray down.
“Would you at least stay and talk with me while I eat?” K’rra asked. She did a quick set of Kegel exercises, knowing it was flooding the cell with pheromones. She regretted not having done a complete aerobic workout while he’d tried to report and claim the bounty on her. Her sweat alone would have filled the air with enough aphrodisiacs to make an entire platoon of soldiers fall to their knees.
The constable was anxious, perhaps nervous about such a situation. His breathing was rapid, and K’rra could see the flush on his face. Like a spider, she knew he’d been caught in her web. 
“I don’t know if that would be appropriate,” he said, turning to face her.
With a fluid movement practiced many times in the harem of Hol Vydon, K’rra left her kneeling position and stood. She stepped right in front of the constable, looking up into his face as she pressed her breasts to his chest.
“Are you ashamed to talk with a slave? Is speaking to one beneath your station inappropriate?”
“No! No, that’s not it.” He swore, raising his hands in an attempt to show his openness. They brushed her breasts, and he backed away frantically, the back of his knees slamming into the bunk, causing him to crash down sitting.
K’rra immediately knelt, pushing his knees apart, “Thank you, sir. I’m so glad you aren’t ashamed to want to be with me.”
“It’s not that you are a slave…” he stammered, reaching out to try capturing her wrists with his hands.
She deftly circled her hands around his, taking each and placing them on his knees. She slid her fingernails up along his inner thighs while saying, “Allow me to properly thank you then.”
“No,” he gasped. He tried pushing her away but only managed to take her head in each hand.
“Thank you, sir.” She said as her fingers found the fastens of his pants. With hundreds of hours of practice, she was able to release him, discovering that he was already rock-hard and ready for her. Leaning forward before he could do anything, she sucked him hungrily into her mouth. 
Pushing down, she pressed her nose to his belly, feeling him touch the back of her throat. She squeezed her extra throat muscles, knowing they would milk the hormone glands implanted deep inside. 
He cried out, “Oh void!” His fists winding in her hair, no longer eager to push her away his whole body went rigid holding her in place.
K’rra began working the constable, her head bobbing up and down rapidly. Her mouth filled with fluids, saliva, sweet tasting lubricants, all loaded with oxytocin and other hormones and aphrodisiacs. She worked quickly, bringing him to a shuddering orgasm in just a few minutes.
When she finished, she climbed straddling the policeman’s lap and kissed him. Using her tongue, she shoveled her loaded fluids into his mouth, the bitter taste of his spunk drowned out by the many hormone-laced excretions her body now made. She kept her tongue in his mouth for a full minute as he lay there limp and no longer protesting.
Finally, she climbed off and assumed her kneeling position before him. “I hope I was not too forward, sir?”
Dazed, the constable pushed himself back up into a lazy sitting position, “I… no… that was…”
“I’m so glad you enjoyed me, sir.” K’rra said. “Could I ask for a favor, please?”
“I’m sorry…” he said gasping for breath, “I can’t let you go…”
“I, your humble slave, wouldn’t think to ask, sir. But, could you bring me my medical kit?”