"This slave girl knows of Xur's mating habits?"
K'rra tried to recall any oddities she had read about Xuriants. There was something, but she couldn't quite remember what exactly. She hoped it wasn't erotic cannibalism or anything more extreme. "I must offer my apologies, sir. I am not aware of your species' mating preferences.
He pushed off as they approached the padded floor, aiming the coupled pair towards a corner. His legs remained tightly wrapped around hers. He was still rock hard and buried inside her.
"To show mastery, I will remain inside you as we sleep. You will not withdraw, or punishment will be met out on this girl."
Their quirk came flooding back. To prevent other potential suitors, Xuriants would remain coupled for hours. Often, they slept this way after intercourse. K'rra had to admit it was certainly one way to prevent interlopers from passing on unwanted genetic materials.
"Yes, sir." She said, wondering if she could sleep with him buried in her. Already, she was itching to have him moving inside her.
He pushed off from the cushioned floor, and they arrived in the corner on the opposite side of the room, away from the door. The captain pressed K'rra's back into the corner, then pulled a tether from a recess in the cushions. Wrapping the tether around both their bodies, the captain velcroed the end, locking them in place.
Biting her lip, K'rra watched all too closely as the captain closed his eyes and drifted quickly to sleep. She closed her eyes and tried not to think of the long cock buried inside her. With every movement and every shift of her body, she could feel him in her. At first, she tried desperately to ignore him and remained as still as possible.
Her implants were having none of it. Sensing sexual contact, they buzzed against her clit and nipples, making her writhe. Careful not to dislodge herself, she ground against him. She relished the way the implants teased her as she felt him inside her, or more accurately, as she slowly fucked him. Without a master to give her a release command, she could not climax from the stimulation, but she could ride it, feeling how marvelously slick it made her. She edged for hours against him, moving ever so slow and wishing more than anything that he'd wake and let her cum.
By the time he woke, she felt exhausted, having gotten no sleep. He felt bigger inside her as if he'd grown through his slumber. She suspected that was not true but that she'd been driven to feel that way with him parked there for so long.
"Please... sir... give me release." She begged.
The captain yawned, "Hmm, and this is how a slave is trained. To think of her own needs when a master wakes. I will teach you manners. Remind me to give you lashes in front of the crew at the start of next shift."
"My apologies, sir. But is a public beating necessary?"
"And if such a thing gives me pleasure and teaches a slave girl her proper place?"
"Of course, sir."
"Tell me, slave girl, why does your pussy buzz against my cock?"
"That would be the training implants, sir."
"And what do these do?"
"The piercings in my clit, nipples, and earlobes, they vibrate when I perform desired behaviors as programmed into the overseer control unit."
"And this overseer is a part of your owner's ship?"
"Yes, sir."
"This explains why a girl is so wet. Most slave girls are dry and cramping after an evening of Xur mating. And how many times did you cum on my cock while I slumbered?"
"None, sir. I can only climax when a master permits me."
"And how does a vibrator stop you from cumming?"
"The training implants monitor biometrics and physiological reaction when they sense that I am close to cumming the vibration frequencies deaden or deliver small jolts of pain to prevent a climax. They interrupt the pleasure centers, making climax impossible without permission."
"And so you spent the whole evening impaled on my glorious cock and unable to take any satisfaction?"
"That is correct, sir. I have felt you in me all night, unable to sleep, needing you to say the words so I could cum." She explained, hoping he would give her release.
He laughed, "This is good. You would do anything for that release a girl seeks desperately, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now, I will be needing you to clean me. And prepare yourself. We will be leaving hyperspace and taking your owner to a place. Until then, you will be servicing the crew."
"Yes, sir." K'rra said, hoping that might include a climax for herself. The thought of pleasuring the crew was almost comforting, for the last year, she'd been expected to do nearly the same in Hol Vydon's home, taking care of his many guests often and frequently. How her peers from university would look down on her now, reduced to a serving girl. Like anything else, however, with the proper application of research and study, she had excelled where other slaves floundered.
He withdrew from her, and she felt relief and emptiness. She clutched at him as he undid the tether and pushed away from the wall. It was easy to reposition herself in zero gravity, quickly climbing down his torso to nuzzle his cock on her face. It was wet with her juices and smelled of her. In her year of slavery, she'd come to appreciate her savory flavor and aroma.
Her purple lips slid along the shaft, up and down each side, then along the bottom. She wasn't entirely sure where the most pleasurable parts of his cock were, so she explored kissing and teasing with her tongue as she listened for the clues. He remained silent as he floated but would tense up whenever she hit certain spots. She focused on those, just under the broad, flat head.
He groaned, "This one knows how to please."
"Yes, sir. I enjoy pleasing. It pleases me to know I can excite you enough to share your essence with me."
"Then take me in your mouth, slave girl. This one can not staunch the flow much longer." He huffed, "And to think this girl was only supposed to please me. It's been far too long in space for my crew. They will show you no mercy at all."
K'rra sucked him into her mouth. She let him push to the back of her throat and used the extra muscles that had been implanted there to stimulate him in unnatural ways. Finally, she got a few groans out of him. More importantly, she could feel him twitching and knew it would not be long before he came.
Sucking hard enough that her lungs protested, she only let him move in and out of her mouth by the slickness of her saliva. She forced her lips to his skin, making an airtight seal. When he darted to slip free, she would redouble her efforts and suck on him hard enough to feel him touch the back of her throat. He grabbed handfuls of her red hair and pulled her into him, using her mane as if it were handlebars to plunge deeper inside.
When he began twitching uncontrollably, she knew she had pleased him. The implants buzzed happily inside her, bathing her body in heated pleasure, but better than that was the satisfaction of knowing she'd made him climax in under five minutes. Men were easy.
There was a ping throughout the ship, and even though she wasn't touching anything but the captain, it felt as if the universe had suddenly shifted sideways. Still clutching each other, the captain guided them to the door. He grabbed the frame and swung them so their feet were near the actual floor. Reaching out, he turned the room's gravity back on. K'rra staggered against him, glad for his support. An evening without gravity left her muscles aching, trying to readjust to gravity.
The captain guided her to lie down on the padded floor. He left her lying and quickly circled the room, collecting his clothing. K'rra sat up on her elbows, watching him. They'd just entered real space. She had no idea where, hopefully in a system with medical facilities that owed Hol Vydon a favor.
Once dressed, the captain went to the door. He took a long look at K'rra as she lay naked, half sitting up on her elbows. She could feel his gaze as it shifted, devouring her pale blue skin, from her breasts to tummy, glid along one raised knee, to the mess between her thighs. He stood there staring at her, looking at the cunt he'd been buried in all night. K'rra shifted her hips and rotated them slightly. She wanted him back inside her. She needed climax.
"Please, sir. Take me again. I'm begging to be used as a woman in need."
His gaze drifted back up to her face, to her deep purple eyes. "Perhaps this one will. But, first duties."
She rotated her hips openly, letting him know she was well-trained.
With a growl, he said, "No, perhaps, this one will. Yet still there are duties."
K'rra bit her lip as he left quickly. Perhaps she could alter the course of the future just a little. If she could please him thoroughly, he might change his mind about offering her to the crew. She wasn't entirely against being fucked by multiple other men. There was a chance they would give her release with each, whereas the captain would not. But Kaster had shown genuine jealousy when she told him about her use at Hold Vydon's hands. If he woke and discovered she'd been passed around to the whole crew of some grubby pirate, who knew how he might react?
She rose and walked a full circle through the room, looking for anything besides padded walls. Running her hands over the padding, she found parts that could be pulled aside, revealing small drawers here and there, handholds, and retracting tethers. Opening a drawer, she found it filled with nothing but clothing. A second yielded similar results. She'd hoped to find a hidden entry to a fresher or storage locker but had no such luck. She went back to the spot where she'd been lying and went back down on her back again.
Thinking through possibilities, her options were limited. The only thing she had real control over was how satisfied she could make any pirates on the crew feel when using her. She determined that unless ordered, she would play very enthusiastically with the captain and much less so with his crew. If she could manipulate him in small ways, those might build up into bigger things over time. She decided, in an instant, that this Xuriant captain was going to receive the most mind-blowing sex he'd ever had or ever would have. She needed him wrapped around a finger and quickly.
She touched herself while waiting for his return. Wet and all too ready was precisely how she wanted him to find her when he returned.
In less than an hour, he returned. The door slid open, and he stepped inside. K'rra had splayed her hair out in a scarlet halo around her head. Her thighs were moist with her own juices, and she let him watch her openly stroking herself with her long, delicate fingers. Slow strokes accompanied with little shudders and sighs to let him know how ready she was for another round.
The captain walked to her and fell to a knee next to her. A hand reached down to touch her belly. She gripped it with her own as her other kept languidly stroking her cunt. Tiny tremors erupted in her core. She forced his hand to remain on her, feeling just how close she was to a climax.
"One more time, please, sir. Fuck me, and let me cum with you. Let me make the galaxy quake through your core. I can do that for you."
"I'll just bet this slave girl can." He said as his free hand went to his crotch. She could see him getting hard even through the fabric.
She stopped touching herself long enough to take his hand and pull it down to her sopping cunt. When his fingertips touched her lips, she shuddered violently. He could feel how soaked she was.
He could have destroyed her carefully laid plans quite quickly by demanding she cum right then. But she knew he wouldn't. She had him right where she wanted him. And if he fucked her, she knew everything after that would fall perfectly in place.
*****
"Inspect, floor." The Xuriant captain barked.
K'rra moved without thought, pressing her back flat to the floor, spreading her legs wide open, and moving her hands to the top of her head.
