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Chapter 49 – Infiltration
Content Warning: slavery, submission, voyeurism, orgy, exhibition, sci-fi
“Not a single blaster,” K’rra said.
Kaster watched out the window of the air-car as Hol Vydon’s palace spiraled ever closer.
“You’re probably the only one with training,” said Kae as she unzipped the front of her jumpsuit to show the hollow of her chest between small breasts. “And it would be odd to see a slave with one.”
“Implants don’t allow it. I’d be doubled over in agony just laying a finger on one.”
The car shuddered as it made contact with the landing pad. The passenger door hissed open and Kaster shoved Kae through it. He glanced back at K’rra before slipping out himself and closing the door.
A trio of large guards, none human, approached Kaster and Kae. With a hand on her shoulder, Kaster pushed the manacled Kae forward.
“And what have we got here?” a bark-skinned Pinaxion, a full head taller than Kaster, asked.
Kaster yanked back on Kae’s shoulder, making the faux prisoner stop and thrust her chest out. Alien eyes travelled up and down the prisoner’s tight jumpsuit. With her bound arms pulled back, her smaller-than-average chest stood out. The jumpsuit did nothing to hide the athletic curves of a well-toned body.
“A bounty for the Hol,” Kaster explained.
The Pinaxion looked Kae up and down, “She doesn’t look dangerous. A pleasure slave to warm his guests?”
Kae batted her eyes, “Yes, sir. I’m well-versed in the pleasuring of a hundred species, including the sap withdrawal of a Pinaxion lord. Shall I show you?”
The ripples of Focus were so strong that Kaster couldn't miss feeling them. He felt his cock twitch with need to be stuffed into Kae’s alluring mouth. The Pinaxion was mesmerized, his tap root twitching between thick legs.
Two tusked and massive-bodied Swin’kari guards moved past the trio, heading to the air-car. Kaster glanced sideways, knowing if they inspected it, they’d find the other two inside. His hand dropped to his WaveBlade, not at all eager to use it this early in their mission.
“I also have been trained in the Dance Estrus of the Swin’kari. Nudge my back and see for yourself.” Kae said loudly as she took a rigid stance with legs spread wider than her shoulders. The two beefy gaurds paused, looking toward her. One snorted, while the drool dangled from the broken tusk of the other.
Kae looked at Kaster and gave him a sharp sideways nod with her head. He stepped away from her, allowing all the guards full view of the bound woman. Kae flexed her cuffed hands and jutted her ass out just slightly, causing both Swin’kari to grunt. Any interest they’d had in the air-car was lost in a thick soup of unbridled lust. Kae walked rigidly up the short steps leading toward the humongous front doors of Hol Vydon’s palace. A few other guards were near the doors, harassing and checking the credentials of other visitors. They were unaware of the antics of the bound Rogue Fury.
The three guards followed Kae up the steps in lust-filled stupors. So strong was their desire that Kaster could feel it spilling from every pore of their beings. He followed the group with a glance back at the air-car.
Fury Jae emerged from the car, and K’rra followed. Kaster couldn’t help but admire the slave silks his girl wore. They enhanced every curve of her. At her waist was the dark cape, folded down and open in front to tease hints and glimpses of her sex. Jae barely looked the part of a mercenary. Her jumpsuit was too tight, with bits of armor strapped to her body. She should have brought a blaster with her, even in a holster, it would have made her look more like a soldier of fortune. The WaveBlade pommel was too small. It looked like any of the other tools on her utility belt.
K’rra looked longingly at him. Kaster nodded and turned away. He couldn’t wait to see her again, when the illusion of his ownership would be shattered, and she would indeed belong fully to him. The vision of his earlier dream, when he’d first taken K’rra as his property, returned—the Hol’s palace on fire, a bloody knife, and unadulterated chaos. He swore that blood must be the Hol’s and ascended the short flight of broad stairs.
Kae walked stiffly to the human guards at the doors. They’d just allowed a small group of visitors entry. She whispered something Kaster could not hear, but the ripples of Focus told him all he needed to know: she was charming everyone in her path. Five guards of different species crowded around her. When she did a small twerk the Swin’kari damn near lost their minds.
Shoving his way through the guards, Kaster placed a firm hand on Kae’s shoulder. “This is a bounty for Hol Vydon. His prize. To be touched first by the Hol.”
Kaster could feel the ripples of anger and fear. These brutes were all too used to getting their way, bullying others into fear and submission. The threat of Hol Vydon's displeasure both frustrated their desires and tempered any impulses to violence.
A human guard eyed Kaster, daring him to look away. Kaster held steady, staring the man down, forcing the guard to lift a comm unit and ask, “Is the Majordomo available? We have a bounty for the Hol.”
*****
“The service and servants' entrance is just inside the under-level garage. Down this accessway and to the right.” K’rra told Jae as they started down a driveway leading under the palace.
“Security?” Jae asked.
“Minimal. I’ve never seen more than two guards in the booth. They may check the roster. If I’m not still on it, we might have a problem.
“We certainly don’t want to go hot just yet,” Jae said as a delivery lorry rumbled past.
Turning the corner into the garage proper, Jae saw the guard booth protecting a set of open doors. Floating pallets were lined up before the doors while a human delivery driver argued with the two guards inside.
Jae strode towards the booth, then waved a hand as she stepped past the delivery driver and went through the open doors without slowing. K’rra stumbled in surprise, then rushed to keep up with Jae, who strode along the delivery hallway as if she were intimately aware of the layout inside the palace.
“Which way?” Jae hissed as they passed a delivery driver leaving with an empty floating pallet.
“The harem is one floor up and at the other end of the palace. The dungeon is on this level, just below the harem.”
“They weren’t afraid of escaped prisoners taking slaves hostage?”
“Both were placed far from the exits, for similar reasons. And to my knowledge, no one ever escaped the Hol’s dungeon.”
*****
“I’m going to be gagged now…” Kae explained to her audience of frustrated guards. “Can you imagine something hard and stiff sliding past these lips to fill me?”
One of the Swin’kari made a soft squeal. The other guards shifted uncomfortably. Even Kaster was having trouble keeping his body under control. He stepped up behind Kae and wrapped the gag around her head, sliding the large nipple into her mouth to prevent even muffled speech. Everyone watched the phallic nipple fill Kae's mouth closely, the broadcast lust of all the men thick in the air. Kaster tapped the buckle where the quick release was, and Kae nodded.
One of the giant doors swung partially open, and the Majordomo stepped outside. Kaster had forgotten how weaselly the man looked. The Majordomo had a sharp rat face, coupled with a thin physique and slight hunch. Years of scurrying under the Hol’s boots had left a physical impression on the man.
“Hunter Kaster returned with a bounty?” The Majordomo asked.
“Yes, Syrakk. I’ve brought another for Hol Vydon. He should take great pleasure in taming the Fury Jae.”
Syrakk looked uncomfortable having his name stated. Kaster considered that perhaps that was only something the Hol did. There were those in the universe who preferred having their titles used instead of their names. It made Kaster even more suspicious of the man. He was someone in love with his position of power over his individuality. The man would be utterly loyal to Vydon until death, allowing the loss of his own identity to prop up a tyrant king.
“Have they been scanned?” Syrakk asked the guards. One human slowly nodded, but Kaster could tell he was lost in thoughts of Kae’s lips hidden behind the gag.
“I have only the WaveBlade at my side,” Kaster said, nervous that a scan might reveal things hidden inside the manacles on Jae.
“Just yours?” Sylakk asked. “You don’t have hers?”
“My mistake,” Kaster said, patting the second Blade further back on his belt. “It’s here as well.”
Even with his Focus, Sylakk was inscrutable. The Majordomo nodded, then gestured to the open door. Kaster relaxed taking his hand away from the WaveBlades, relieved they wouldn’t see use just yet.
With a hand on Kae’s shoulder he shoved her along behind the Majordomo into the palace.
*****
“K’rra? Is that you?” A buxom middle-aged human woman asked as Fury Jae and K’rra approached the confinement area. It was much less dungeony than Jae had expected. The halls were pristine white, inlaid with marble, decorative statues, and exotic paintings.
“Ryalta!” K’rra exclaimed nervously. The blue slave girl curtseyed deeply to the human. Jae noticed the human woman was wearing transparent silks beneath the datapad she clutched to her chest. The implant piercings in her nipples were clearly evident through the gossamer material. The woman’s breasts were confined in strips of silky material that wrapped around to the back, leaving huge swatches of skin bare for all to see. A thin chord ran around her ample hips with only a silken panel draped to cover her intimate bits. Jae blushed seeing her sex barely concealed through the see-through covering.
“When did you return?” Ryalta asked, her gaze shifting to Jae in her jumpsuit and armored bits. “Why haven’t you reported to the harem?”
“I…” K’rra sputtered, feeling like a doe in headlights.
“That’s my fault, slave.” Jae spat, dripping in contempt. “I was given the pleasure of her service, and if you want to make an issue of it, I suggest you inquire with Hol Vydon. I’m sure he’ll be most displeased to hear that you showed me no courtesy or proper protocol in your greeting.”
“My apologies, ma’am.” Ryalta said lowering her head to face the floor. “I meant no…”
“That’s, Miss. You insolent cunt,” Jae snarled. “Kneel and tell me why I shouldn’t have you strapped.”
The milf wasted no time dropping to her knees. She set the datapad on the floor and her hands shot back behind her neck. Her eyes remained fixed on the floor, and she was unable to see K’rra’s jaw agape in stunned silence. “My apologies, Miss. This worthless slut meant no disrespect. My duties require tracking the harem to ensure all chattel are accounted for. I wasn’t aware K’rra had returned and was in the care of a guest. You are fortunate indeed to gain the favor of Hol Vydon that he should gift you with the services of one so skilled.”
“I accept your apology. Make yourself useful, slave. Where can I find a rack to discipline this blue hole?”
K’rra shook her head as she reached out to take Jae’s elbow. Confused, Ryalta looked up to see the look pass between the two standing women. Her hands came away from the back of her neck and she said, “The confinement area is for those who’ve displeased Hol Vydon. The racks you speak of to discipline your consort would be found upstairs in the harem and serving rooms…”
Jae instantly understood that she’d asked for something that went against household norms. She could feel suspicion growing like cancer in the kneeling woman. She waved a hand, “We’ll be going to the servicing room now. You won’t concern yourself with us any longer.”
“The servicing rooms are upstairs…” Ryalta said uncertainly. Jae could feel the conflict in the slave’s mind. She wanted to go about her business, but something so unusual had just happened that she was filled with doubt. Conflict raged in the woman’s mind as she picked up and glanced at the schedules on her datapad.
“Where are the stairs?” Jae demanded of K’rra.
“Uhmm, this way, Miss.”
As the two turned off down a side corridor, Jae brushed off K’rra’s hand and pushed the slave along by the small of her back.
“What happened?” whispered K’rra.
“I tried to enthrall her, and it failed. Her will was unyielding.”
“She’s the First Consort of the harem, has been in Hol Vydon’s service for twenty years.”
“Void.” Jae spat. “Her job acted as a touchstone. She may go about her duties, but she wasn’t tricked. Should we go back and confine her somehow?”
K’rra turned and pushed open a door leading to a set of stairs. “No. First Consort is constantly busy. If she fails to attend to her duties, she’ll be missed and word will spread. We need to move quickly.”
“The dungeon is here, and Indy-Ra is in it. Why would we go up to the harem?”
“I don’t know why Ryalta is on this level or what her duties are here. We told her we were going to the harem. It's less suspicious if we do exactly that. There’s another set of stairs closer to the confinement cells. We can cut through, and when we descend again, we’ll be closer to Indy-Ra.”
K’rra took the lead, padding in silken slippers up the stairs. Jae followed, glad to have the guide. At a large landing, K’rra moved to an ornate door made in a reddish wood that looked expensive beyond belief. She paused and whispered to Jae, “We are going through one of the serving rooms. It will help if you can pretend to be interested in getting me somewhere private to have you way.”
Nodding Jae stepped closer to K’rra. It was apparent to the slave that the Fury had no idea how to feign interest or arousal. Loosing patience K’rra grabbed one of Jae’s hands and pulled it into the slaves ass cheeks. Jae looked morbid but did not flinch away. K’rra wound an arm around the human’s waist and yanked the faux-mercenary hard against her. “You want to fuck me. You’ve been given the woman of your dreams who will appease any desire you have. Act like it.”
Without waiting for jae to respond, K’rra shoved the door open and pulled jae along with her.
The room was opulent. Silks covered the walls and hung loosely from the ceiling. The floor was padded, with many recesses and covered in scarlet cushions. In the middle of the vast room was a sloping stage with a large round bed dominating the center. Naked bodies of every sex and species cavorted everywhere. Classical music crafted for the sole purpose of arousing desires played softly everywhere. Rather than drown out the chorus of sighs and moans, it merely enhanced them.
K’rra had seen this room many times. She’d worked in it many times, bringing ecstasy to countless others. Jae froze. The hand on K’rra’s ass squeezed hard, clutching at the slave like a life preserver. K’rra tried to guide the Fury through the room, but Jae wouldn’t budge. The human woman was transfixed, wide-eyed and staring at everything around her. K’rra recognized the lust on Jae’s face and realized her mistake.
Jae was a Fury, she could feel everything that everyone in the room was feeling. The mystic knight was frozen in the throes of dozens of ecstasies.
