Chapter 48 – Calm Before the Storm

Content Warning: slavery, submission, oral service, threesome, exhibition, sci-fi

White sheets covered Kaster as he slept. Pale blue hands, then knees, contrasted starkly against the brilliant white as K’rra climbed up from the footboard. She leaned back, feeling Kaster’s feet between her thighs as she looked at his face.
Her small hands drifted up his sheet-covered thighs, across his rippled abdomen, and toned chest. Gathering the sheets in her fingertips, she gently tugged the covering down his body. She’d been trained to reveal her own body slowly to increase others’ desires. It struck her as odd to watch someone else’s body be revealed for her own arousal. The sheets slipped down, ever down, finally revealing what she had come to serve. Leaning down she sucked him into her mouth, sucking firmly to draw blood into his cock.
This felt right. Kneeling for her master, his sex in her mouth being tended by her. Her hands explored his thighs, relishing the thought of him being buried inside her. Her body, holes, whole existence there to pleasure him however he wanted.
With a pleased groan, Kaster woke. “How long?”
Blue fingers wrapped around his base, using her saliva as a lubricant to massage him as her mouth slipped free. “Less than an hour.”
She immediately sucked him back into her mouth.
Groaning, he struggled to say, “We should be getting ready.”
She let him pop out of her loudly and replied with a murmur, “Soon enough. This grounds me. Reminds me of what I chose, and choose to do.”
He struggled to his elbows, then sank back into the pillows when her lips wrapped around him again. Closing his eyes, he relaxed, losing himself to K’rra’s ministrations. Seeing that his eyes were closed, K’rra began slurping loudly, teasing him with sound as well as sensation. The fingers of one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft while the other hand cupped and massaged him. Finally, she shoved her face down, burying his nose in his firm tummy as he touched the back of her throat. She gripped him with her throat, massaging him to climax quickly.
K’rra relished the feel of his burning spunk in her throat, drinking it down eagerly. She was proud of the speed with which she’d driven him to climax, the pride in her skills making her glow.
A hand gripped her hair, and K’rra opened her eyes to Kea, hissing, “My turn.”
The Rogue Fury had flung off her sheets and had a hand buried between her thighs, pleasuring herself to the fellatio show in bed right next to her.
“Yes, ma’am,” K’rra whispered after she finished pulling the last Kaster’s seed from his deflating cock.
*****
The three stepped out of Kaster’s room as a double ping sounded through the ship. All three were dressed and glowing in mild giddiness. The touching and smiles vanished when, as a group, they noticed the dour Jae waiting at the common room table.
Jae had laid out all the gear that K’rra had spent the last two weeks building from scratch. “Are you done? We’ve got about half an hour to get ready…”
Kaster sobered up immediately and approached the table, while Kae and K’rra hesitated.
K’rra glanced at Kae and whispered, “Did she feel…”
Kae stepped past the slave without ever taking her eyes off her sister, “Every moment of it.”
Flustered, K’rra quickly looked down and smoothed out her jumpsuit before joining the others. On top of the embarrassment, she felt being confined in clothes only made her more uncomfortable. K’rra was the only one blushing at the table.
“Glad we’re back on target. K’rra, please issue the gear.” Fury Jae's glare jumped from person to person. K’rra nervously leaned over the table to sneak out from under Jae’s angry gaze. As soon as she touched the gear, she could focus entirely on the task at hand.
Working quickly, K’rra moved the gear into small clusters in front of each person.
While K’rra worked, Kaster went over the plan a final time. “Kae and I will go to Hol Vydon’s audience chamber and stall for time. K’rra and Fury Jae will rescue Indy-Ra. Message us when you’ve got her and we all bug out.”
“How can it fail? It's so simple.” Kae said.
“Complex doesn’t mean better,” Kaster replied. “We’re all competent here, and I trust everyone will be able to adapt and overcome.”
There was a moment of awkward silence, Kaster then added, “Quartermaster K’rra, the gear?”
“Just a few distraction drones for you, Master,” K’rra explained. “You’ll also have Kae’s gag. I stitched a quick release on this front buckle so she can yank it off in an emergency.”
“Kae, you get a few distractors as well. Plus the manacles. Just tap them together to release the lock. And do it one more time to light the smoke screen. The smoke is hot and may ignite quickly, so be sure to get the manacles away from you if you use it that way.”
“So, they really are a bomb?” Kae asked.
K’rra shrugged, “I’m not a chemist. I followed a recipe as best I could… so there could be results not completely accounted for.”
“It is a bomb.”
“Fury Jae, you are getting the lion’s share of the gear: distractors, a camouflage cape, the sound dampener, and the multi-lock,” K’rra told the Fury.
“Who gets the other cape?” Kae asked.
“I’ll be taking it,” K’rra said.
“Does that make sense?” Kae continued, “A slave in a cape?”
Kaster interjected, “I didn’t wear a cape last time…”
“And if there’s any fighting, you’ll be rushing in, making the cape useless,” K’rra added. “And you can’t take it… a prisoner in a cape, hiding whether her wrists are cuffed would be even more suspicious.”
“She’s right,” Kaster said. “Neither of us can wear it without arousing suspicion.”
“Kae and I will be working clandestinely as much as possible. The cape is more likely to help us.”
“Fine,” Kae said. “I was hoping for more toys.”
“You do bring up a good point,” Kaster said. “Jae can’t go in looking like a fury in temple robes.”
“Hmm,” Kae nodded her head. “And the slave has entirely too much skin covered. Neither of them looks the part.”
“K’rra give Jae your jumpsuit. Do you have anything… slave-like to wear?”
“I have the silks I came aboard in.”
“Perfect,” Kaster said as Kae smiled at the thought of seeing K’rra in something sheer and utterly revealing.
“Not entirely, I won't be able to carry any gear dressed in my silks.”
“Pin some pouches in the cape?” offered Kae.
K’rra unzipped and stepped out of her jumpsuit in front of everyone, nearly without a thought. She’d been ordered to undress in front of audiences so many times that there was no longer any awkwardness. Jae looked away, but Kae noticed some sidelong glances from her sister.
“Don’t expect the same from me,” Fury Jae said as she gathered up the jumpsuit. She went to the fresher in the guest room.
K’rra returned naked with a handful of wispy garments and some small pouches. She placed them on the table atop her gear and unfolded the cape. “I can’t wear this as is. I’ll need to modify it a little.”
Kae returned a moment later in K’rra’s jumpsuit. It was a tad too small, hugging her closely and even forcing a little cleavage, although she was not as well-endowed as the slave. When she saw Kaster and Kae scrutinizing her, she looked away and hunched into the outfit.
“Something’s missing,” Kae said. “It doesn’t quite convey… mercenary fully.”
“I may have something to help,” Kaster said as he went to a set of drawers on a far wall. He returned with mismatched pieces of armor and dumped them on the table. “Add a few of these. Don’t worry about a matching aesthetic, gunslingers don’t.”
A warble sounded through the ship.
“We’re approaching atmo,” Kaster barked as he turned for the cockpit. “Gear up, we’ve got maybe ten minutes to landing.”
The three women worked in silence as the ship descended. K’rra slipped into her silks. They covered very little and made what they obscured more enticing. Next, she worked on the cape, folding it in half and belting it around her waist.
“Why did you leave it open in the front?” Kae asked.
K’rra continued working, “Slaves aren’t allowed to deny access to the most desirable parts of their bodies. It must remain open in front so that I can be inspected and used if a free person desires. If it covered my pussy, it would be a huge breach of protocol, and quite suspicious.”
“And you chose this life?” Fury Jae asked as she fitted an armored shin guard over the jumpsuit.
“Protocol has given my life the warm embrace of boundaries. And freed me from the confines of the judgment of my repressive culture. Every time I strip in front of others, it's an act of rebellion.”
“What does that make sucking cock on command?” Kae asked as Jae shot her a nasty look.
“Liberating.” K’rra smiled up at the two as the ship shuddered on touchdown.
Kaster returned, “We’ve landed. An air car will be here shortly. I hope everyone is ready.”
Hands scrambled to gather the remaining gear, tucking it away in various pockets and pouches.
K’rra turned and walked to one of the couches. She sat down and drew a deep breath. All eyes were on her. She patted the seat next to her. When nobody moved, she patted the spot harder. Kaster came around the table and sat next to K’rra. The slave looked up at the twins, then patted the couch on the other side. Kae and Jae glanced at each other, then approached cautiously.
“Not everything from Gyth culture is oppressive,” K’rra explained. “I always enjoyed this tradition. Just one moment before a long trip, before an important event, before things change, to reflect, to gather thoughts, to enjoy a moment of silence. Traditionally, the family sits in silence, slightly apart, but together.” She took Kaster’s hand in one of hers and held up the other.
Kae took K’rra’s hand, then her sister’s, as she sat next to the slave. Kae pulled her sister down to sit on the crowded couch. They all sat quietly for a moment. Kaster threw an arm around K’rra and pulled her close. Kae and Jae exchanged looks, a lifetime of apologies and acceptance in an instant.
“Is there anything we’re forgetting?” K’rra finally asked.
“Probably a thousand things,” Kae said.
“Sister… Just once?” Jae hissed.
“She’s right,” Kaster said. “But there’s no more time to worry about that.”
K’rra stood and took her last calm, slow breath. “Let’s do this. We have a library to visit afterward.”
They walked together to the airlock. Kaster looked one last time at everyone, then slammed a fist against the door controls.