Chapter 40 - Return to the Temple

 

K’rra knelt in the cell. It felt good, natural. She imagined Kaster was there looking down at her. She knew she had to act if she ever wanted to hear him call her a good girl again.

Opening her eyes, she saw Sheriff standing at the open door. The other constables were off performing their duties. He was keeping them busy in order to steal some private time with K’rra. She had to tread carefully with her asks. Anything outside his moral comfort zone could backfire and cause a vicious backlash.

Looking up into his eyes she said, “I need to taste you.”

The sheriff licked his lips. He knew relations with prisoners were against the rules, highly immoral, and outright illegal, but K’rra had been servicing him several times over the last twenty-four hours. He gave her a pained look, as if struggling to justify what he wanted versus the moral implications of a lawman taking advantage of his ward. His lust won.

Stepping forward, he looked back over his shoulder to ensure no one was in the station. Unzipping, he freed himself from his pants and stood in front of the slave holding himself to her face. 

K’rra cooed as if his cock was the most delicious in the entire universe. “Stars, yes,” she moaned, as she rubbed his shaft across her face, “I need this.”

Her piercings buzzed happily. She was probably at the extreme range of the controller unit installed on the Outlander. Her slave implants rewarded her whenever she performed service. The delicious tickles to her clit made her ache to do more than take him in her mouth. But she was Kaster’s and he’d not given her permission to fully enjoy others. Technically he hadn’t given her permission to service others orally, but she was currently in extenuating circumstances.

She finished the sheriff quickly, enjoying his uncontrolled moans. With every squeeze of her new back throat muscles, K’rra imagined him becoming wound ever deeper in a web of love hormones. With every blowjob he was more her slave than she had ever been. The sheriff was never aware of it, though, making his slavery far more insidious than her own. K’rra relished that she’d so completely turned the tables of the very people who had captured her lover and owner.

When the sheriff cried out in climax, K’rra finished him expertly without wasting a single drop of his cum. She stood and guided the office to sit on her bunk, then snuggled into him under an arm. She yearned to feel skin against her own and wished she could remain naked in the cell at all times. This was a sparsely populated world, however, with frontier morals. The possibility of an outrage when some random citizen came to the police station and saw her naked and kneeling wasn’t a risk she was willing to take. She wore her jumpsuit at all times, including now. Skin contact would more effectively allow her suggestions to sink in during the post-ejaculate bliss, but judging the Sheriff’s reaction, it wasn’t something she needed to worry too much about.

“Dear,” she cooed into his ear. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Um hmm.”

“I finished my project, there on the table.”

He smiled and sleepily opened one eye. “It still looks like a weapon.”

She snuggled against him, pressing her breast to the side of his chest. “I promised you it wasn’t. It’s a projector.”

“Yeah?” he said closing his eyes again.

“I promised. No weapons. It is a neutrino projector.” She pressed her lips to his ear, nipping at him as she asked, “I need you to use this projector with one of your constables. I need this. And I will be so grateful to you if you help me.”

He opened his eyes, looking at the rifle-sized jerry-rigged object on the cell table. “You want me to use it?”

“That or the receptors. Two people. One project, one receives.”

“I know you don’t like hearing about Kaster. But the girl, Kae… She was my lover. Not as amazing as you… but I need to know if she’s still there, that that weird religious cult hasn’t hurt her. Maybe someday all three of us could have some fun… But I need to know she’s okay.”

“And the projector will help how?”

She pressed her body to his, letting her soft form play games with his rational mind. “It will fire sub-atomic particles through the building. They’re harmless. But as they pass through the temple, they’ll indicate the materials that slowed their travel when they reach the receptor. That will tell me if my girlfriend, more a sex-friend really, is okay, and where she might be located in the building.”

“I can assure you the Furys haven’t harmed her.”

“Then why won't they let you see her?”

“They said she’s a Rogue-Fury, that she could use me to escape.”

“It’s rubbish. They know about us, the things we do together when we lie naked in bed. Religious kooks are all the same. Trying to force their uptight ways on everyone else. If we could have had a conjugal visit… You’d have died in bliss.”

“Void…”

“You don’t even know the things we did to the last man that joined us. We sucked more spunk out of him than an entire Wotin bordello.”

“Oh void…”

“That’s what's waiting for you if you do this for me. Have you ever had a Nebula Pizzle Twist, a Plasma Pucker, or an Elliptical Skin Dive with two nymphos? Do this, and I promise we’ll do all three.”

“Void, yes. I’ll do it.”

*****

When the sheriff Baska returned, Yvan followed in a tight orbit. The sheriff held the projector while Baska cradled the receptor as if his life depended on it.

K’rra left her cell where Constable Dvvyn lay on her bunk, exhausted and spent from a session of oral pleasure. K’rra was kept busy keeping all the constables happy, but it was nowhere near the frantic service schedule she’d performed while in Vol Vydon’s harem.

She checked her jumpsuit for any stains, finding none. She exited the cell and went to a workstation. When Yvan set the receptor in front of her K’rra wired it into the workstation and started analyzing the data. In minutes, she started getting a rough map of the interior of the Fury temple.

The neutrinos passing through the building slowed slightly when traveling through other materials like stone walls or bodies. By analyzing the path of the neutrinos through the building at different angles, an interior map began to form, along with pinpoint positions where biologicals had been. It soon became apparent that about a half dozen people were moving around in the temple's interior, but two spots where soft, squishy people remained in a tight space. Those two soft spots indicated people were confined and unable to roam around at will. Luckily, they were in rooms on the outer wall of the temple. 

An explosion could quickly free the two prisoners. The problem was that in this small town, that would be heard by every complicating any escape attempt. There was also the possibility of hurting the prisoners in such a brazen escape.

K’rra turned back to the flight paths of the neutrinos and began analyzing their precise velocities through the hardened materials of the walls. After a few hours of cross-referencing and studying the particles' behaviors, she finally determined that the temple walls were made with commercial ferrocrete. The exact brand didn’t matter; commercial-grade versions weren’t nearly as resilient as the types used by militaries to build fortifications. K’rra was linked to the planetary library system and studied galactic construction techniques for another hour.

Finally done with her studies, she turned and saw the sheriff was still in the building with her.

“How would you like to have that threesome this evening?” she asked.

The sheriff shifted uncomfortably in his seat, “Yeah?”

“I need one more thing from my ship,” she told him. “There are claxon speakers at each of the landing gear. Bring me two of them. That’s all I need. Bring them as fast as you can.”

“It’s illegal to land a vessel in atmosphere without the landing warning alarm.”

“Pizzle twist,” she said. The sheriff left her alone in the office with an open cell door. She went to the cell and gathered the soldering and electronic tools she’d used to modify the neutrino projector. Using spare parts, she quickly assembled a controller board and programmed it while the sheriff was out.

When he returned, she inspected the speakers. Industrial grade built not only to weather exits and reentries to atmospheres, but they could also broadcast in the worst environmental conditions. She linked the controlled board to them and gave one back to the sheriff.

“When we get to the temple, I need you to go to the far side of the back of the building. I’ll be in sight on the other side. We’re going to point the speakers to the center of the building and not at each other. Understand?”

“Sure,” the sheriff agreed, “But what for?”

“A serenade. If all goes well, you be getting your pizzle twisted to heart's content.” She let the sheriff’s imagination run wild for a few moments. When he reached down to adjust himself, she considered one last round of oral to keep him tightly chained to her. She decided it wasn’t necessary. His slavery to her would end tonight.

“One last thing,” she said. “Call in a shadow cat sighting to the temple.”

“Wait? Why?” 

“Because we need to distract Fury Jae. That bitch cunt won’t let us have a conjugal if she’s there. A little trick to give us some time.”

The sheriff looked lost in thought. K’rra knew that he was having a moral tug-of-war. K’rra imagined a scene she’d seen in a human video in the past. On one shoulder, the sheriff’s conscience, probably an image of himself or his family offering sound advice. On the other, two willing and eager women offering sensual delights the sheriff had probably only heard about in dirty innuendo. His cock won out and he placed the call.

The two then made their way down the town street to the temple. K’rra used the sheriff’s body to shield her as they watched from a half block away. She looked through her medical bag and removed a scalpel. It had a tiny plasma blade and would make a terrible weapon, but she tucked it into her waistband anyway. When the Fury Jae left on a gravbike, they moved around to the rear of the building. 

K’rra pointed to the far side after taking the sheriff’s baton. Each placed their speakers a dozen yards from the building, with each speaker pointed to the center of the building. When the speakers came to life, they made a low-pitched rumble that seemed to intensify and overlap. K’rra watched as dust seemed to vibrate off the building. Inside, she imagined the attendants could hear and feel the ripple of the audio waves assaulting the temple.

At exactly two minutes, just as an attendant came around the back of the building on the sheriff’s side, K’rra marched up to the center of the building to where she thought the cells for Kaster and Kae were most likely to be. The wretched noise from the speakers made her bones vibrate as if they were being shaken apart. Ignoring the unsettling feeling K’rra hefted the batton and struck the building as hard as she could.

Cracks exploded from where the baton struck, spiderwebbing across the building. Dust puffed out of the cracks, filling the air with a choking cloud. Whatever words the attendant was yelling at the sheriff were lost in the cacophony of noise caused by the speakers. The sheriff yelled at the attendant who was making wild gestures.

K’rra stuck the temple's outer wall twice more, and a long section gave way, crumbling inwards and revealing a row of small rooms. When she saw Kaster, hands cuffed behind his back and wearing a gag mask, she rushed through the dust and rubble and threw her arms around him.

She showed him the scalpel, and he spun instantly, presenting his binders. K’rra carefully cut the connecting hinge, not quite freeing Kaster but giving use of his arms back to him. He took the blade, set it near his face, and cut the gag away.

He swept her up in his arms and crushed her lips with a kiss that stole her breath.

They might be weaponless, surrounded by constables, escaping from detainment, on a hostile world with a loose Fury and bounty hunters after them, but right now, she did not care. All was perfect in her universe.