[tent Warning: svery, service, oral, sci-f
When she woke, K'rra felt the heat p off Kaster's body. She checked his forehead and could feel it burning with fever. Scrambling out from uhe b, she shook Kaster.
"Sir, wake up."
He looked through a slit at her blearily, then forced his eyes opeched her, unfocused, irely uanding where he was.
K'rra got to her feet and pulled at Kaster's arm. "Sir, please, we have to get you to the autodoc."
Slowly, he got to his feet and allowed her to guide him to the makeshift ic. K'rra helped guide him to the gurney with the autodoc. She moved to the trols, and he reached out, grabbing her arm.
"Don't let the mae put me under." He croaked.
She looked at the sweat beading on his forehead and nodded. He rexed, letting go of her, and she worked on the trol s. The sers found a mild iion and paused before ung into its work. K'rra had set the mae to give her full diagnostics before proceeding. The doc suggested antibiotid sedatives.
Frowning, she sidered Kaster's request. It might be a mild iion, but fever seemed to muddle his mental faculties. As a sve, she was bound to honor his wishes, and she genuinely wao do so. What he wanted, however, would hinder his recovery, and she wasn't willing to allow that, even if he wished it.
There was another path. She could honor the letter of his demand to follow the and he'd given her and put him to sleep through other means. His specifistru was not to let the mae ahetize him, but he'd said nothing about her doing so by other means.
She instructed the autodoc to sheer away his remaining clothing, watg as a ser cutter and maniputor arms peeled away the st of his clothing. He y naked oable, sweating and wounded. He turned his head to look at her fused, an inquiring look in his dull eyes.
K'rra smiled. She stepped up to him, blue fingers stroking his temple, "Sleep, Master. I will take good care of you."
He tried to say something as her fiips traced patterns down his ned across his chest. She carefully avoided the bruises and burns, lightly trag her nails across skin. His gasp told her all she o know, and she watched with pride as his cock twitched, thiing under her care. Nurse fantasies were ong men, K'rra hoped to use that to her advantage, although seeing his ruined body filled her with a sadhat couldn't possibly be overe with arousal. Still, this was for him, not her.
The autodoc whirred, spraying aid soothing lotions across his skin. K'rra had even allowed topical ahetics, knowing that as her fingers slid along his body, the pain was dulling away elsewhere.
She dragged her fiips across his navel, moving ever southward, the down a thigh to his knee. Kaster jerked and tried to lift his head. "Rex, Sir. Let me take care of you."
He hissed as her nails trailed up the inside of the other thigh. She teased him like this for a bit. Threatening to touch him but stantly veering off course at the st moment. Each pass getting ever closer to his throbbing cock. He was almost fully ereow and moaning in need.
Kaster reached down with his hand, trying to touch himself. K'rra intercepted the hand and guided it io her bare chest. She admired his pink skiled between the light blue of her breasts. She turned her torso just so, allowing his palm to cup her while at the same time moving her haween his thighs to cup him as well.
His groan delighted her. She felt a swell in her chest, knowing she'd made him make that noise. She bent and desded to him, sug him into her mouth with ease. He was fully hard now, thanks to her ministrations. She tested his firmness with her tongue while sealing him with her lips. She'd pleased her Master, even in the hour of his deepest and darkest hurts.
Pushing down, she pressed him all the way to the back of her throat. The augmented muscles, the additions that made her oral skills simply inhuman, gripped the head of his cock, and she massaged it vigorously. His moans became a symphony. It was music created just for K'rra, and she worked him, elig er note.
Her pride darkened, she had another mission. Squeezihroat together as she'd been trained after the surgeries, two gnds engaged and coated his co their secretions. She tinued w his cock spreading the fluids across his prick, w it deep into the skin. The sedatives were desigo work with post-ejacute bliss and would cause a deep suggestive slumber.
In Hol Vydon's employ, she'd been pressed to perform this fun os, rexing them and impnting suggestions as they drifted to sleep. At this moment, she only wanted Kaster to sleep. She warned herself that she o be very careful when speaking to him afterward. Careful not to give her new owner uional instrus that he'd be hard-pressed to resist.
Hol Vydon had been clear when he expined she would be gifted to the bounty hunter. She was not to pnt any suggestions, only to observe a ba their return. No matter what happened, one way or another, she would be returo the Hol's house. K'rra hoped it would not be at Kaster's death. He'd been uniquely kind to her in the short time she'd been with him.
Kaster's body seized up. K'rra worked her extra throat muscles and tongue, drawing the hunter's esse of him. She squeezed every drop out of him like a ripe fruit. He thrashed and cried out, and K'rra rode him with her mouth, not letting him go.
As he drifted into a slumber, K'rra reflected that so long as her mouth was full, there was no risk of actal suggestions. She tinued w him until she heard a light snore, and he was utterly soft in her mouth.
She let him slip from her and wiped her mouth. Toug his face, she begged, "Please get better, Master." She supposed it would only be him if it was an actal suggestion.
Naked, she padded back to the cockpit. Whatever system they were in, the pirates had towed them here for a purpose. It was time to start retaking trol of their lives.
K'rra worked at the Nav and s. She set the ship puter to passively receive any navbuoy data if they were in a settled system. It only took a few moments for the data to flow in. She thahe stars as the system data flooded across the s. At least they were not in an uncharted or unused system.
They were in a surveyed system with no habitable ps. It was odd that a bouy would be here at all, but then she spotted the refueling station. Built twenty years ago, it was abandoned by its corporate builders as unprofitable. Squatters had moved in and cimed it, which was allowed by Federated w. Who those squatters were was the real question. That their captor pirates had e here half answered the question for her.
Cheg the nav puter, K'rra plotted out the pirate ship's course. As expected, it intercepted the path of the station. If the pirates Kaster had beaten bloody operated the station, there'd be no welatt. She sidered jumping away, but if the pirates had e here to help Kaster, someone oation could do more thaodoc.
She set a course and guided the ship to the station. It orbited a gas giant hanging in the sky over it.
When they were within s range, K'rra donned a headset and called to the station. "Fueling station, this is CSS Outnder, requesting permission to dock."
There were long moments of silehen a response, "Hey there, Outnder, we don't offer fueling services anymore, but if you got trade, you are wele to dock."
The casual tone uled K'rra. She was used to striaval protocol. Whoever operated the station didn't seem to care about that. "Station, Outnder, we don't have anything to trade, but we need a doctor, and we were told this was the best pce to start."
"There's a hospital on Whylin, two jumps away, maybe twelve hours if you push hard. We got a doc, but unless it's a dire injury, or you are looking to avoid Federal paperwork, you may be better off jumping out of system."
"Station, Outhat's exactly what we are looking for. Permission to dock?"
"Yeah… Sorry, Outnder, you're breaking up. I didn't hear that st bit… Tell you what, e aboard and you work out the details yourself. Bay nine."
"Station, Outnder, copy that, proceeding to bay nine."
As the Outnder drew close, K'rra could see that the fueling station was a jumble of boxes and scaffoldings shed together in no apparent order. her she nor the Outnder's sers detected any ons. She worried all the way in that shooting would start at any moment.
Dog turned out to be uful. With a shudder, the Outnder locked onto the magic catches of a rigid perma umbilical. From the cockpit K'rra saw two teis ihe umbilical. They sported giant smiles and waved. K'rra waved back then realized she was naked. Nudity for sves was on in Coalition space, but svery was illegal here in the Federation. Nudity was also frowned upon.
She stood with a wiggle, gave the techs another wave and nguidly exited the cockpit. She retrieved her tech jumpsuit from her room and slipped into it. Immediately, she was ahat it tugged in all the worse pces. Nudity was much more fortable.
Kaster was still slumbering, not as deeply as a full ahesia would have offered, but she decided to leave him iodoc for now. She went to the airlod cycled through. The techs were waiting for her, two humans with faces threatening to split in half from their smiles. They should have given her a sales pitaintenance services but were too busy blushing to meet her eyes.
"Miss!" One of the techs stammered as she walked past. "Sorry to bother you, but um… how do you pn to pay for berthing?"
"ht. Hard credits?"
"That would be preferred." The tech was still having difficulty looking her in the face.
"How much per day?"
"A thousand a day, disted to five kay for a week at a time."
"I'll pay for a week."
Returning to the ship, K'rra made sure the airlock door was sealed before moving to the ste area and opening the trunk Hol Vydon had given Kaster for Indi-Ra. She was surprised to see it nearly full of rows of ed credit s. She took a hefty roll stamped with the value of five thousand on its side. Judging by the number of rolls in the box, there was somewhere in the neighborhood of a huhousand credits remaining.
The money was exged, and K'rra was free to ehe station.
The Umbilical opened into a wide foyer with a jumble of small booths. Pallettes of cargo stricted the area, with only twisting paths snaking through them. K'rra was fident most of it was stolen. This was a dumping and trading ground for pirates. It made sense, an abaation in a system of little worth. If goods were traded, then services would also be on the menu. She felt the embers of hope flickering to life i of her stomach.
She wove through the foyer, looking for any booth that might offer services. Finally, she broke down and asked. After a hundred credit bribe, she was directed to a set of elevators that acted as a tral hub. Above the call button was a list of services offered on each of the floors. She was tempted to discover what the "Real Water Spa" offered but instead stayed on mission. The sed level offered "Services for Trade" the closest thing she could find.
The sed level had a foyer as well, although much more narrow. Booths lihe wall various services, lock bypassing, massages, terfeiting, mini-brothels. Only once she had traversed to the far end did she discover a booth medical services.
A tired-looking Human woman sat in front of a dispy at the far end of a half circle of chairs. A few scattered beings were waiting, but most of the chairs were empty. K'rra noticed that nearly all the ses waiting were a male and female pair, the females often looking a bit anxious. Even in Federated space, there was no way to avoid the tentacles of svery. She didn't judge the women. After her voluntary admission into svery, she khere were as many reasons a woman might choose as stars in the sky. She simply hoped they had all been voluntary as hers was. She doubted it, though.
"Nature of your request?" The Human woman asked as K'rra approached.
"Serious physical injury, severed arm at the bicep," K'rra expined.
The woman made some gestures at her s, "We aren't able trow here. Best we do is bionics."
K'rra wao cry. Even a bionic arm was better than nothing. Ohey'd fixed Kaster as best as possible here, she could try to vince him tet his hunting and find aype of work. And if he refused… there was always her throat. She pushed the thought away.
"What is the cost? How long will it take?" K'rra asked eagerly.
The woman eyed her, "You seem to have all your limbs… is this meant to be a gift for someone?"
"Yes," she said, "My master needs…"
"Tsk!" The Human interrupted, "This is Federated space. There are no masters here. Mind your tongue, girl."
"Yes, ma'am," K'rra said reflexively. For a moment, she worried about punishment and then wondered who might administer such a thing if there were no admitted masters.
The woman gave her a hard stare until K'rra averted her eyes. "So this is an injury your Partner endured?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Species?"
"I'm Gythian."
The woman cocked an eyebrow. The annoyan her face atable. It made K'rra squirm.
"Sorry, my… partner… is Human."
A baritone voice said, "Miss Andrews, go ahead ahis one back."
K'rra looked up to see a dark-haired Human in a medical tunic standing in the doorframe leading back deeper into the station. Scars crisscrossed his arms, with an ugly one along his left cheek. His eyes were pierg. The moment K'rra looked into them, she noticed a fury, much like when she'd first seen Kaster. She didn't want to go deeper into the station with this man. She'd be helpless to every and.
"Yes, Doctor," The woman said, "Well? You heard him. Go back to his office."
K'rra found her feet shuffling before she even had a ce to think about it, following orders without thought as she'd been traio do.
The doctor watched her, cataloged her. There was no smile or warmth in him at all. K'rra passed by with her eyes averted. As she ehe office proper, she felt her impnts e to life. She let out a gasp and turo flee. The drabbed her upper arm and guided her bato his office.
Her strength left her. The doctor pulled her into an exam room, letting go of her once she was in the ter. He strode to the other side and sat on a stool. Unsure what to do, K'rra stood there staring at the floor. Deep down, she knew she should run, but the impnts buzzed inside her wickedly. They felt deliciht now, the piergs happily shooting pleasure through all her naughty bits, but she knew any disobeyal would result in gaxy-shattering pain.
The doctor stared at her with his cold eyes. She could feel herself getting weak in the knees, could feel the fires dang in her belly.
"Take your clothes off." The doctor demanded.
K'rra stammered but found the words and dared to gnce up at him, "I'm not here for myself, sir. I've e to iate prices for another."
"I didn't ask you why you came. I said take off your clothes."
Her hands went immediately to the fastens, and K'rra stepped out of her jumpsuit. She stood naked, as she had many, many times in front of others, but felt awkward this time. Everyone insisted svery was illegal here, but here she was naked while a man ied her. Should she remain as such or revert to her training? Her mind was jumbled.
"Kneel,” the doctor barked, and K'rra went to her knees.