Chapter 39 – A Slave Unleashed

 

The constable went to the main room, leaving the transparent door open. He sat typing at one of the workstations, and a locker on the far wall popped open. As he retrieved her medical pack, another constable walked in.

“Baska! What are you doing?” the new police officer asked.

“Just fetching the prisoner’s medical bag, Yvan.” Baska, her enthralled officer, said.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” K’rra said, acting out a chest wheeze from the door frame of her cell. “I need an inhaler. I seem to be having some breathing troubles. If you could help, I’d be so grateful.”

“What the hell!” Yvan shouted and pointed at K’rra. “Why is she naked?”

K’rra dropped to her knees, a motion she’d had much practice at. “I… I… Need air…”

Baska shoved Vyan aside as he rushed to K’rra, shouting, “She needs her med kit. She’s having some attack!”

Yvan yelled, “Baska! This is highly irregular. Where are her clothes? What were you doing to her?” He followed the first constable.

Baska fell to his knees in front of K’rra, thrusting the medical kit into her hands. His concern was almost touching, thought K’rra. She delivered a few faux coughs as she hunched over the kit in search of the hypo gun. She slotted a vial of sedative, then hacking some more, rolled onto her back, slipping the loaded hypo under her ass.

She wheezed, “Chest compressions!” Police, no matter how backwater, were typically trained in first aid. K’rra was hoping and counting on it.

Baska loomed over her. He hesitated to touch her chest until K’rra placed his hands on her. Void, she thought. She’d hoped the other one would get close so she could hit him with the hypo. Baska began the compressions, and K’rra no longer had to fake the wheezing. There was a danger that he might crack ribs or sternum. She knew she had to act fast.

“Mouth to mouth,” She gasped, Yvan hoping to lure him in. Instead, Baska stopped the compressions and sealed his lips around hers. He blew hard, forcing an awkward cough out of K’rra as she fumed that this was all getting tangled. She let Baska give her three blasts, then shoved him away, placing his hand back on her chest for compressions.

Yvan watched with a mix of concern and distrust. He grabbed Baska by the shoulder and said, “We need to call a medic. Get her back in her cell.”

Knowing she wouldn’t have another chance, K’rra grabbed the hypo, sat up, and placed the gun to Yvan’s wrist. There was a loud hiss as she pulled the trigger. Yvan yelped in pain, jerking his hand away. His wrist had a large bulge on it, which was not the ideal spot for sedative delivery, but K’rra was working with what was available.

The drugged office staggered backward, crashing into a workstation. K’rra leaped up and grabbed him by the front of his uniform. She slammed her lips to his, delivering a crushing kiss. When Yvan cried out in surprise and tried to fight back, K’rra flooded his mouth with saliva, dripping with hormones. She wrapped her legs around his, and they crashed to the floor. As Yvan struggled, the sedative began taking hold, making him weaker every moment.  He was able to break the kiss by turning his head. K’rra licked his face, pressed her tongue into his nose, and then licked his eyes as his struggles became more feeble.

When Yvan stopped struggling, K’rra found herself gasping for air. The struggle had taken quite a bit out of her. She sat on the drugged officer's lap, panting for a few moments.

“What did you do?” Boska asked.

K’rra looked up to see the other officer standing against the cell, looking down at her as she straddled Yvan lewdly. Her hormones weren’t meant to be fast-acting, but she was happy men were such simple creatures. She wasn’t sure if it had been enough. She could clench her throat and force the glands buried behind her extra muscles, but she knew they’d been designed to coat an appendage pressed against them. She wasn’t sure what the concentration levels of hormones were when mixed with saliva and delivered secondarily. 

“He was going to report us to your sheriff. Break us apart.” K’rra whispered huskily, “I didn’t want that. Couldn’t let that happen.”

“He is the sheriff,” Boska said, sliding down to sit on the floor in disbelief. “My career is over.”

“Oh, no…” K’rra said, then went over to cradle his head in her arms. She lifted one arm to ensure he got a full blast of pheromones. “Don’t think of it like that. What we are doing, what we will do, will ensure we stay together. Understand?”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“First,” K’rra twirled fingers through his hair. “I need to have you again.”

“Yeah?” Baska said. She could feel him stiffen under her attention.

“Yes, I want you in my mouth again. I want to taste you so badly.”

Baska struggled to stand quickly and re-opened his trousers, pulling himself out. 

“Oh, stars!” K’rra said. “You’re already for me again. Over here, though, right here.”

“Over Yvan?” Baska looked horrified.

“Stars, yes! I want to pleasure you right over your boss. He can’t see, but I want to show him that you are the boss.”

He stepped forward, and K’rra grabbed his pants and tugged him over to her. She was on one side of the fallen sheriff while Baska stood on the other. She quickly propped the sheriff up so that his head was just beneath her eye level when she looked at Baska’s junk. Leaning forward, she sucked his cock deep into her.

“Fucking void!” Baska hissed as he sank into her mouth.

K’rra shoved her face deep into his crotch, her nose touching his belly. Working frantically, she felt him go rigid, as hard as humanly possible in her mouth. Each time she felt him touch her back throat muscles she knew the hormone glands were being squeezed properly and flooding her mouth with sweet-tasting lubricants loaded with a devastating cocktail mix of love drugs.

With a pop, K’rra pulled away from Baska’s cock. Glancing up, she saw his ecstatic look. He wanted more and grabbed at the side of her head. Tipping her face down, K’rra opened her mouth and let her hormone-laden saliva drool down onto the sheriff’s face. She reached out and squeezed his mouth open, then adjusted the stream to flow into the orifice. A humorous thought popped into her mind. Humans called mixed alcoholic drinks cocktails, which was literally what she was feeding the comatose sheriff.

She sucked Baska back into her mouth and pressed her tongue hard to the underside of the shaft. Forming a seal, she sucked while moving against him shallowly. When she felt Baska begin to twitch, she eased off, breaking the seal and pushing him all the way to the back of her throat. In a few strokes, her mouth was full, and she broke away from Baska to drool onto the sheriff again.

When she looked back at the cock in her face, she realized it was completely slick with her saliva and hormone cocktail. It was far more than Baska needed, so K’rra grabbed it by the base and pressed it down. With her other hand, she cradled Yvan’s head and lifted it up to meet the glistening cock. She smeared Baska’s cock across his boss's face, letting her juices leave trails across the sleeping man’s face.

With a promise to study the pheromone levels in the future, K’rra could only hope she’d given enough of her secret weapon on the sheriff to influence him once the sedatives wore off. The horrified look on Baska’s face prevented her from guiding his cock into the sheriff’s mouth. Much more might risk breaking the hold she had on him.

“You showed him,” K’rra said before sucking his hard cock back into her mouth. Baska looked horrified but only groaned once he was buried inside her. K’rra quickly finished her work. Rather than swallow his load, she let it spill into the sheriff’s mouth. Why not? She thought. Her juices were mixed in the spunk, and it would be a waste to simply swallow them. She wished she’d taken more soft sciences in University. Psychology would be hugely helpful right now in knowing just how far she could push things like this.

As Baska breathed heavily, K’rra began talking to take his mind off what had just happened. She’d made cucks of both police officers. “We’ve got to help my friends. My friends with a ship can take us away. That sounds good, right?”

“Sure,” he said but looked dubious, “but how can I help?”

“This is a small world, isolated, and on its own,” she said as she stood and walked him around the workstation.

“Backwater,” he agreed.

“Do the constables need a warrant from a judge to review comm recordings? Say from the Fury temple?” She pushed him into the chair at the console.

“No.” Baska said. “We don’t need a warrant from a judge to gather evidence. We just need an open investigation. Is there one on the temple?”

“I don’t know,” K’rra said as she sat in his lap. “You’re an officer, don’t you know?”

“No, there’s no investigation.”

“How does an investigation get started?”

“An officer simply opens one.”

K’rra arched an eyebrow at him. When he looked at her blankly in postcoital bliss, she suggested, “Why don’t you open one?”

“Oh. Yeah, I could… But what crime am I investigating?”

“Kidnapping. Unlawful detainment. The Fury’s have my friends. The only way we can go be together is if we leave on their ship.”

“It's unethical for me to open an investigation under those conditions.”

“You know what’s unethical? Your boss firing you, and sending me to prison. Is that what you want?”

Baska looked pained as he thought about the situation. Finally, he said, “I’ll open an investigation for unlawful detainment. With that, we can access all comms from the temple and anyone in it. How else can we get out of this?”

K’rra squealed in delight and crushed Baska’s head between her breasts exuberantly. “Get me those comms recordings. While I listen, see if you can find blueprints or a layout of the temple.”

Baska typed furiously for the next ten minutes. K’rra checked up on the sheriff. Given the dosage of sedatives, he’d be out for at least another half-hour. K’rra spit in his mouth a few more times just in case, then dressed.

“I’ve got them,” Baska announced. “You can use the sheriff's workstation to listen. I’ll work on the blueprints.”

K’rra pressed her breasts into Baska’s face and kissed him on the head. She then went to the other workstation and, with his guidance, found the investigation files, including the comms records. In the last few hours, only a handful of calls were going in and out of the temple. Most of the calls were local, with just two going to or from other planetary systems. The first was a call from the temple to another temple a few jumps away. It was short, explaining that two Rogue Furys had been captured. The second was a return call, explaining that an Inquisitor was assigned to collect the rogues and transport them elsewhere for a tribunal judgment. The inquisitor was estimated to arrive within the next few days.

Two days. K’rra had a deadline to rescue Kaster, and she wanted to do it even faster. The more time she spent interfering with the constables, the more likely disruptions in their duties would occur and be noticed. 

She started making lists in her head. Intel on the temple was needed, not just blueprints but also where prisoners might be kept. The Fury Jae was a huge problem. She was resistant to charm and trained to fight K’rra, and the constables would be no match for her if things went sideways. The actual rescue itself would also need planning, but without knowing the other details, it would remain a black hole.

“As police, do you ever ask the Furys for help? You know, as backup for a dangerous situation?” K’rra asked.

“We have,” Baska said. “When Shadow Cats wander too close to town.”

“Good to know,” K’rra said, filing this detail away. Maybe the Fury could be lured away with a fake report when she went to rescue Kaster. It would still leave a temple full of servants, but she should be able to handle it so long as they were not Furys. She just needed more details about the temple to start a rescue.

“Blueprints are a part of the file now,” Baska reported. He pushed up from his workstation and came up behind K’rra. His hands went to her shoulders in a touch that suggested long-term familiarity.

K’rra opened the blueprints looking for anything that might look like a cell. Sadly, along two of the outer walls at the back of the temple were rows of small rooms, barely larger than a lying person. Any one of the could be used as a cell.

“Have you ever been in the temple?” K’rra asked. She used the moment to kiss the constable’s arm wetly.

“Afraid not.” 

K’rra cursed under her breath. She had a map of the building but no idea where Kaster was being kept. Searching the whole building while the Fury was out only for a limited time was too risky. She needed better details.

“Is there a map of the city? Including the temple?” she asked.

“Of course,” Baska said. He leaned over her and typed a few commands. A street map appeared, showing the city in three dimensions.

“What’s this empty area here behind the temple?”

Baska looked closely, “Nothing, an open lot full of weeds.”

“Perfect,” K’rra announced.

The sheriff groaned. K’rra realized he’d be up soon. Baska looked back, nervous was written all over his face.

K’rra touched his cheek, “Don’t worry, I’ll take of him. I need you to do something for me, though. Go to Kaster’s ship, the Outlander. If you can do it, disassemble the neutrino projector and a P-beam receptor from the sensors package. If you can’t do it yourself, hire a starport tech and bring those bits to me. Can you do that?”

“Yeah, but Yvan sounds like he’s waking up.”

“Don’t worry about him. I’ll have a talk with him, okay? Help get him into the cell.”

Baska nodded, still looking dubious. He moved around the workstation and lifted Yvan while asking, “What do you plan to do?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just get me those parts and keep looking pretty.”