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Chapter 44 – Threeway
Content Warning - slavery, submission, MFf, oral, sci-fi
“My apologies, Sir. The Fury Jae has declined my services.” K’rra said as she knelt at the foot of her master’s bed.
“I warned you,” Kae said as she leaned against the far wall. Whatever Kae and Kaster had been talking about, they stopped when K’rra entered the room.
Kaster asked, “Were you too forward?”
“No, Sir. I offered her a massage, nothing more risqué than that. She said it was inappropriate to take advantage of a slave’s services since I had no say in the matter. I then explained slavery was my choice.”
“And she still refused,” Kae said. Her arms were crossed, and one foot was kicked up flat against the wall behind her. You’re still wearing clothing, slave.”
“My apologies, ma'am,” K’rra said as she scrambled out of her jumpsuit.
As his slave undressed, Kaster reclined against the head of the bed. “We have a week of travel before we get to Yirlante.”
“You should have put her in a cell,” Kae said. “The other room is mine now, not a guest room.”
“Trainee, you wish to dictate terms to your instructor and legal owner of this ship?” Kaster said to Kae.
“Oh no, Sensei,” Kae snarled. “I would never mean to offend thee. Please accept your humble apprentices' deepest apologies.”
Kaster sighed, “You think I’m looking forward to a week of this?”
“At least we have K’rra to tend to our stresses.” Kae nodded at the now naked blue slave girl kneeling quietly. “Look at what a good girl she is. It's been a few days. You should indulge.”
Kaster looked to Kae, “Why not you? You made some vivid promises in order to become my apprentice.”
“Because I know you like fucking her more. You’d only have me to make a point, show your power over me, and we both know you have that in droves.”
“Wouldn’t know it with that barbed tongue of yours,” Kaster said.
“Go on, indulge.” Kae encouraged him, “I wouldn’t mind joining in.”
“I suspect a motive,” Kaster replied.
“Of course, Master Teacher,” Kae said. “Fury or not, she’s still a woman. One whose focus can sense through these walls as if they aren’t there. A day or two of us enjoying ourselves will have her frustrated and ready to do anything to sate that itch… if she’s anything like me… and she is my identical twin. So yeah, going to go out on a limb and say her libido probably matches mine.”
“Always about control with you,” Kaster said.
“I am shamed that motives are so transparent, Sensei.” Kae slid her foot down the wall while looking at the naked slave in their presence. “Well, girl, don’t just kneel there. Destress your master.”
K’rra looked up across the bed at her Master, and he nodded. “Crawl to me.”
With her heartbeat quickening, she did exactly that, fell forward to all fours and crawled to the foot of the bed. Climbing up, she dragged her bare breasts along his legs, relishing how the fabric of his loose pants brought her nipples to life. The implants buzzed happily, making her squirm uncontrollably. Her fingers found the fastens of his trousers, and she opened them eagerly.
When he popped out of the pants, he was already nearly rock-hard. She curled her fingers in the hem of his pants and tugged down to get them off him. He helped by lifting his hips. When she’d removed his trousers, she slid her nails up along his thighs as he quivered.
“Stop!” barked Kae. K’rra froze in place, her eyes darting up to Kaster’s face. He looked annoyed as Kae said, “Open your Focus, let her feel every bit of this.”
At first, K’rra thought Kae was talking about herself, but then she realized Kae wanted Jae in the next room to feel everything. K’rra was hungry with desire. She wanted her Master’s cock in her mouth, her hands, her pussy. She was so taken with thoughts of it that her discomfort at torturing their passenger faded utterly from her mind.
“Like this?” Kaster asked.
“Better. Go ahead and continue cunt.”
K’rra raced her nails up the rest of Kaster’s thigh, eager and desperate to have him. She pressed her nose to the tip of his cock and flicked her head, giving it a playful nudge. Kaster groaned.
“Keep it open,” Kae whispered. “Just like that.”
When K’rra closed her eyes, she saw herself from two different competing angles. In the first, she was looking down at herself, her pale face hungry with anticipation, dark lips moist and parted, needing to be filled. Fighting with that, she herself on all fours from the side. Her breast touched hairy thighs, her ass lifted high in the air, her face low, looking directly at her owner’s cock.
More than just the images, she could feel their desire. His cock, rigid now, ready to cut diamonds, anticipating the moment her lips would wrap around it and give him the galaxy’s wettest, tightest, most explosive blowjob. And another, itching to have her face buried deep in a cunt yearning for the soft, gentle touch of slave girl’s tongue. She was THE object of desire. No other had ever tempted their lusts so completely.
K’rra froze for a moment, lost in the current memories of their desire for her, just how much both wanted her. It froze her thoughts and made it difficult to perform. The temporary pause only heightened all of their desires for her, the moment of waiting igniting passions to insane heights.
She was so smitten with the desire she felt pouring off them that she had to thank her Sir with a small token. Pursing her lips, she leaned forward and gave him a sweet, gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. He groaned, and K’rra was flooded with images of her lips wrapped around him, him shoving deep into her, him exploding in her.
Slender fingers wound in K’rra’s hair. Another flood of images and feelings. The power of grabbing a girl by her hair, knowing that the slave could be guided to a pussy and forced to lick, to please, to serve. That sort of power was intoxicating, nearly as powerful as an orgasm itself. Images of K’rra being forced to press her body, tit to tit, while a superior woman looked down and owned her. K’rra wanted her mistress to touch her, to fill her, to feel those fingers slip wetly inside her.
The hand at the back of K’rra’s head shoved her down, forcing her to open her mouth as her master filled her. She felt both the elation of wet lips sliding down an alien cock, her own lips sealing and sucking around it, the sting of her hair being pulled, and the power of shoving a woman down to choke on cock.
“Good,” Kae cooed, “keep it open like that. I can feel everything you do. I know how badly you want to stab her with that pulsing prick.”
And he choked her. And she pushed her. And she was filled and sucking and shoving and overwhelmed with it all. It was impossible to keep track of the jumble of sensations, owning and being owned, and controlling and being controlled. She was slave, and master, and mistress all at once.
Kae threw herself down next to Kaster, her hand still wound in K’rra’s hair. She yanked the slave girl away from her master’s cock even though the slave was reluctant to let it slip away. Kae was bare from the waist down, her moist pussy ready for K’rra’s attention.
“Take her from behind,” Kea demanded. “Trust me on this…”
Annoyance flared from all three of them as Kaster shoved K’rra aside and went up to his knees. As he shuffled behind the blue slave, Kae yanked K’rra’s face into her thighs. K’rra understood without any words what was expected and dove into her mistress’ pussy without hesitation. K’rra felt her own satisfaction at tasing her mistress as well as how her mistress felt with the slave's tongue lapping at her nub. She also felt Kaster’s eagerness to stab into her before she felt the tip[ of his burning spear pressed up into her. K’rra moaned into Kae’s muff as Kaster began hammering her from behind.
K’rra was a vessel. Physically she took Kaster's prick and sucked on Kae's clit. Emotionally, she could do nothing but absorb the other two's desires, wants, and needs. Feeling their bodies react to her and hers did to theirs, she shot her quickly into dangerous territory. She wanted to climax. So did the others. All three rushed to their peaks.
“Not yet!” Kae called out. “Hold it, you filthy slut. You too, sensei.”
Kaster groaned in agony and fought his own desire to explode inside the pussy that was working his cock. K’rra could only whimper in need. She tried using her palm to pull Kae’s tummy up away from her clitoral hood, hoping to help her mistress cum. Kae slapped the slave working between her thighs and yanked both of the slave’s arms away.
“Take them! I’m close.” Kae hissed.
Kaster grabbed each arm by the elbow and pulled back on his slave, forcing himself deep into her. Unable to support herself, K’rra’s face was shoved deeper into her mistress’s cunt. K’rra didn’t dare slow down, she continued lapping slurping up her lady’s juices and doing everything she could to please her.
“Fuck…” Kae finally moaned, “On three cum with me, both of you. One… Two… Three!”
The triple orgasm was shared physically, emotionally, and mentally with all at once. Their shared focus broadcasting what the others felt to each other. Having an orgasm and feeling two others simultaneously was too much for K’rra. She screamed out in ecstasy as she went blind from the triple pleasure. Her mistress flooded her mouth, and she herself squirted against the hard exploding pole buried deep in her
They collapsed together, three bodies in shared ecstasy and fluids.
