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Chapter 50 – I Sing the Body Frenetic
Content Warning: slavery, submission, voyeurism, orgy, exhibition, dubcon, hints of violence, sci-fi
Looking around quickly, K’rra guessed maybe thirty-ish beings were in the large room. The lights were dim, and suspended silken valances flowed beneath a silk overlay masking the ceiling. The room was down in reds, with red and blue lights giving it a cavernous feeling of being inside a living being. The walls and floors were cushioned and padded as sentient copulated in couples, throuples, and more everywhere.
In the center of the room, a well-muscled human, enhanced beyond natural capacity, railed an exotic pale-skinned alien with a shock of flowing white hair. For a moment, K’rra lost track of her senses, flashing back to the time she’d been captured by pirates, imagining the couple at the center of the room were the pirate captain and her captured commanding officer. K’rra shook her head, trying to unlodge the disjointed memories.
A deep burning heat raced through her belly. It wasn’t just the memory of her becoming a slave and witnessing her crew turned into sexual slaves against their wills, but also the ambiance of the room, the mass of bodies taking carnal pleasures everywhere she looked.
Her implants vibrated furiously, making coherent thought difficult. When she looked at the Fury Jae, she saw only smoldering lust in the human woman’s face. K’rra wanted to grab her and pull her into her groin, force the woman to lap at her until she exploded senselessly in delight.
Jae turned slowly, her eyes devouring the room. K’rra suddenly understood that Jae was broadcasting her lust uncontrollably. Focus sensitive or not, everyone in the room was picking up on it, the moans became more intense, the petting more frantic, and the need more heated.
“Stars…” whimpered K’rra. In a heat like this, she knew the host of surgeries and augmentations would deliver a thick cloud of pheromones to everyone around her. Between the Fury broadcasting and K’rra chemical musk, it was ground zero for every sexual craving.
K’rra slid her pale blue hands down her sides in a desperate effort to keep them from going right to her pussy. She needed to stay in control. They were on a mission. To free… somebody… K’rra only wanted to free herself from the confines of clothing, to grab the nearest body and force it between her legs. The need was maddening.
“Kaster, Kaster… Go for K’rra… We have a problem…” K’rra gasped into her comm unit. She forced her eyes closed. A couple to her side were rutting like animals, and the sight of the man’s dimpled cheeks slamming away between smooth legs made her want to rip him off the slave girl, straddle him, force him inside, and squeeze the life from his body. It was difficult to tell if it was better or worse with her eyes closed; the moans and squeals continued all around her, enhanced now by her imagination.
“Kaster… Please…”
*****
He could feel the comm vibrating against his wrist, but he dared not answer it. The Majordomo led the way down indulgently decorated hallways. Hol Vydon wanted everyone to know he was a man of cultured tastes.
Syrakk glanced back, asking, “You received quite a sum for the last one. We thought you’d enjoy the reward for some time before returning.”
Grinding his teeth and wanting nothing more than to answer the buzzing comms unit, Kaster tried his best to answer neutrally, “Couldn’t risk someone else taking that bounty.”
Syrakk's smile was practiced, “It’s good to see there are still a few hunters with a work ethic.”
“Just the credits.”
Syrakk stopped and looked Kaster directly in the eye. “You’ve chosen to work for the right Hol, then. Your motivation will never be in question, and neither will the payments.”
From above her gag, Kae looked at one and then the other, reaching out with her Focus to gauge whether violence would erupt. Kaster was agitated, but it wasn’t the Majordomo… The comm unit at his wrist was agitating with every buzz. She knew in an instant that there were problems with the other team. That meant her own life might be at risk, and now she was agitated at Syrakk for his useless banter. She considered tapping the manacles together, but drew a breath around the phallus and forced herself calm.
“The sooner the better,” Kaster said.
Syrakk’s smile lingered a moment longer, enough to annoy, then he turned and led them onward.
*****
Fury Jae stood watching the couple on the stage-bed. Who, in turn, had ramped up the erotic part of their exhibition. They were no longer just fucking but kissing and touching and lingering on each other. The sex had slowed to a sensual crawl.
The holo-cloak was grabbed by a brown skinned Wontin woman with long tentacula, writhing as if they had a mind of their own. The undulating indicated she was in a state of high arousal. With waves of lust radiating off Jae like a heater, K’rra understood why the Wottin was so horny. When the Wotin tugged on it again, Jae let it slip from her shoulders. The recipient smothered her face it as he partner continued drilling her.
Participants in the orgy had formed a half circle around Jae. They were still in various states of pleasing their partners, but all eyes were on the Fury. K’rra staggered back, her hands slipping down slave silks to find her center. One ghost of a touch made her want to fall to her knees and please herself on the spot.
With monumental effort, K’rra retreated away from Jae. More and more of the room was turning to watch Jae, now moving her hips back and forth as if in a slow dance with herself. Jae wrapped her arms around herself, hugging herself tightly, then her hands began to wander across the skin-tight jumpsuit covering her body. Bits of armor clattered to the floor as she swayed, dancing with herself.
As K’rra tried to clear her head, a grizzled human with a scarred, leathery face approached Jae. He wore nothing more than a loincloth, which he pinched himself through. His wiry arms and hairy chest were crisscrossed with scars.
K’rra didn’t recognize the man. He was either a new guard indulging in the rewards of working for Hol Vydon, or one of the countless bounty hunters who lingered around the palace.
K’rra moved shoving her lust deep down. A companion was in a precarious situation and she could not stand idly by.
Oblivious to the approaching dangers, Jae used her fingers to trace patterns up each of her sides. One hand went to her neck and she felt the heat of her palm on throat. The traced the collar of the jumpsuit, finding the zipper and wrapping delicate fingers around it.
The bounty hunter approached, snapping, “Eh, girl? One of Vydon’s? I’d like a sample, yeah!”
Jae turned to stare at the man, her lips quivering, but she said nothing. Soft, exotic music played, conjuring up a thousand scenes of imagined lusts.
Impatient for a response, he reached out and grabbed her bicep. "Need help with that, do you? Well, you’ve come to the right place, love.”
His grasp had an electric effect, her whole body going rigid in an instant. He tugged at her arm, causing her to slide the zipper down between her breasts. Confused, she licked her lips and looked back up into his eyes.
“I said I want you out of your clothing, slave. Lets get you naked so a real man can give you a fuck, eh?”
“I’m sorry, honored guest,” K’rra said, interrupting the hunter and forcing her way between the two. “This woman is a guest, as are you, and not a slave for use.”
The hunter’s face hardened, eyes narrowing as he glared at K’rra, “Didn’t ask you, love. No rules about two guests shagging if and they chose. So how about you bugger off slave girl.”
K’rra knew the guest was right and that she was overstepping her boundaries of protocol. She placed a hand on the hunter’s shoulder and insisted, “Sir, I apologize most humbly. But this guest is not avail…”
The hunter released his grip on Jae and turned to shove K’rra away violently. K’rra staggered back tripping on a couple deep in the throes of passion as they stared at Jae. She slipped, landing atop the two, on the male's back, who grunted and continued driving into his partner. The heat of his skin through her silks and the palms of her hands made her want to turn away from Jae and ravish the man, beg him to take her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the hunter, who, now that he’d tasted violence, was doubly hard at the thought of beating someone.
Jae disarmed the situation, her hands wrapping around the hunter’s neck as she pressed herself to his backside. “This one’s mine, K’rra. Go find your own. I’ve wanted this so long.”
The hunter breathed heavily, then forced himself to turn away from Jae and spit at K’rra, “You heard her, cunt. Piss off.”
