The Manipulation

It was difficult to watch another woman stroke her Master. K'rra fell back on her training. It was not her desires that were important but those of her owner. If he wanted another woman to stroke him, she had to be ready to appease his every desire.

She lowered her eyes and forced her hands to her knees, palms open and up. Let him see my compliance, she thought, my willingness to please him in every way, and that would prove my worth to him.

Kae was younger, and K'rra could see the appeal of a new pretty thing. She only hoped her Master would ask K'rra to help him enjoy himself. If she could attend to his needs a little, that would validate her service.

"Have you ever opened your Focus while fucking her?" Kae asked Kaster while looking hungrily at K'rra.

"No," he replied.

"I know you've had her. I could feel both of you last night. She gave herself completely to you, and you indulged in her so gently.

"I've never opened my Focus while fucking her."

"Why not?" Kae continued stroking him, but her eyes were all over the kneeling slave.

"I have my reasons," he said.

Kae looked at him with a wicked pout. "Hmm, you're hiding something. What could it be? You had a girl that you opened your Focus to? Did she become obsessed? Fall madly for you?"

Kaster didn't answer. His eyes were on K'rra the whole time.

Kae slowed her stroking and whispered, "Tell me about her... The one you shared that with."

"No," he said.

Kae pouted, turning back to K'rra, "And this one? She's not worth the experience?"

"She's a slave. She'd do it to please me."

"You'd offer her a choice?" Kae almost laughed. "Not only is she just a slave, but she's Unbound. She's nothing like us. Couldn't even comprehend how the universe sings to us. She's dirt beneath our feet. And a willing slave at that."

Kaster glanced at Kae, but his attention was focused on K'rra. Kneeling naked with her legs spread, K'rra knew mentalist tricks were playing out between the two. She only hoped her Master was strong enough to resist. Was his constant eye contact with her a message to her? She dared to dream that she might be his anchor against the young Fury.

"Let her indulge," Kae whispered to him. "She's been so loyal to you beyond what a mere slave should feel for her master. Give her a taste of the third eye. Let her open it and see things as they are."

Kaster sighed, "She's a materialist, she won't see it as you and I do."

"Let's shake her foundations then." Kae pulled her hand out of his trousers and beckoned to K'rra with a toothy grin. "Come here, slave girl. You are going to help me please your master. And if you are as good as I know you are, you will get something special."

"Yes, ma'am." It was only a few paces to the two on the couch, not even worth the effort of standing, so K'rra went to them on her hands and knees.

Kaster watched her, nodded, then spread his legs. K'rra went between them and reached for his fastens. Kae held out her hand, blocking the view.

"I touched your master's cock with these fingers. Kiss them. Show him what you plan to do."

K'rra looked up at her, then back to Kaster. She opened her mouth and greedily sucked in the human woman's fingers. One at a time at first, wrapping her dark blue lips around each, sucking the digits deep into her mouth, then flicking them with her tongue as they left her. Kae's breathing changed. It slowed and deepened. She forced several into K'rra's mouth at once.

Closing her eyes, K'rra imagined it was Kaster thrusting his fingers into her. She sucked on them as she would his cock, trying to vacuum all the blood out with her lips. She reached forward and worked at his fastens, exposing him and pulling the pants open.

"Woof," Kae said as K'rra wrapped her hands around Kaster's cock. He was semi-rigid from Kae's ministrations. It only took a few soft strokes to make him rock hard. K'rra took it as a victory. She'd accomplished in moments what the younger woman had failed to do.

K'rra's piercings vibrated against her. The slave hoops in nipples, earlobes, and clit were sending maddening pulses of pleasure through her body. She no longer cared about the human woman servicing her man. She needed someone, anyone, to touch her.

Leaning forward, K'rra sucked her Master into her mouth. She pushed forward, letting him feel the tight ring of muscles in her throat. There were times, like now, when K'rra was sad that her gag reflex had been removed. Sad that she could breathe around cock with her altered throat. There was something deeply submissive in gagging and choking for breath around a cock buried deep in her. She clenched her new muscles and felt a wave of pride when Kaster swore.

Slowly, languidly, K'rra bobbed her head up and down in Kaster's lap. She let him feel her tongue and lips working on him. Along with strategic swallows, she could feel her Master's desire building up to the point of release.

"Not yet, slave girl," Kae said. A hand wove its way into K'rra's deep red hair, then clenched in a fist. The tug of all the strands on her scalp sent pre-programmed waves of pleasure through her body, shooting down her spine like an electric current. She doubted she'd enjoyed the sensation before her slave training, but then, no one had ever pulled her hair on her all too proper homeworld. She groaned against Kaster's thick meat and felt it pulse in response.

Kae gathered up stray hairs, pulling the K'rra's shoulder-length hair into a tightly held bun. The woman then guided K'rra's face over her owner's cock at a frantic pace, shoving the slave down hard into his lap. When Kaster began twitching, Kae slowed to an agonizing glacial pace.

"Are you wet?" Kae asked.

"Yes, ma'am." K'rra released Kaster's cock only long enough to answer, then sucked him back in.

Kae laughed, "Are you always wet?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Show me."

K'rra reached down between her legs while pushing Kaster in as deep as he would go. She stroked herself, relishing the feel of her fingers on her wet cunt. Penetration wasn't even needed. As she rubbed her fingers across her lips and slit, she was drenched instantly. She stroked herself longer than she would have dared in Vydon's harem, but Kaster never seemed to mind.

There was a yank on her hair, "I said show me."

K'rra forced her hand away from herself, holding it up awkwardly as she continued to suck Kaster.

"Ymm," Kae cooed. "What do you taste like?"

With sheer will of force, K'rra let Kaster slip from her mouth, "Slightly sweet, ma'am."

Kae laughed, "No, taste yourself. I want to taste you through your own senses."

Confused, K'rra could only blink at the younger woman. What the Fury said didn't make any sense, but she'd been given an order. She looked quickly to Kaster, who only nodded, then sucked her own fingers into her mouth.

Her taste had changed. Before the surgeries, she was bitter. Now, her juices were sweet, and she knew they were laced with pheromones. Whenever she tasted her nectar, she wondered if she might fall in love with herself like the human fable of Narcissus. It was a silly notion. In addition to the surgeries, she'd been given a neurotoxin that blocked her receptors to those hormones. Still, the myth haunted her, and she worried about falling in love and toying with herself at the exclusion of others.

As she was putting on a show for Kaster, licking her fingers lovingly and imagining it was him consuming her, K'rra felt a hand lift her face and turn it to Kae. The woman looked into K'rra's eyes.

The universe shifted. It was like entering jump space, but unlike it at the same time.

It felt as if someone were tickling her skull on the inside. She paused, two fingers resting along the length of her tongue.

"Oh, now that is sweet," Kae said, her voice muffled and distorted.

Unsure what was happening, K'rra sucked on her fingers. It was always best to fall back on her training.

"Touch yourself," Kae demanded.

K'rra obeyed without question. A tsunami of pleasure washed through her body as her fingers found her moist lips once again. A shuddering gasp ripped through her body. And she watched as the same thing happened to Kae.

The young Fury gripped K'rra's hair tight. She breathed huskily, "Degenerate star! You feel so..."

Unable to help herself, K'rra passed her fingers over her clit, letting each one tap the hoop pierced through it. She forced her climax back, wanting to let it explode through her, but there was something so submissive about being forced to wait for it.

Kae was struggling to breathe, "Stars! Stars! No wonder you wanted to be a slave."

The reminder that she was property, owned, an object for pleasure, sent K'rra crashing into another near orgasm. The thought that she was nothing more than holes for other's desires woke something so primal in her... that words lost meaning trying to describe it. K'rra pressed fingertips to the hoop in her and rubbed furiously.

She could feel her climax, just a knife's edge away. Her whole body was wound tight, every muscle ready to snap.

There was a flurry of movement in front of her. Through half-lidded eyes, K'rra saw Kae strip away her pantaloons. Naked from the waist down, the Fury threw herself back against the couch and dragged K'rra's face away from her Master.

The heat and the heady aroma of another woman engulfed K'rra. She opened her mouth and lapped hungrily. Kae was moist, excited for certain, but not dripping like K'rra was. Following her slave training, K'rra knew she could easily rectify the situation. She teased at the younger woman's cunt, lapping at lips, at the places where thigh met body, and always just quite out of reach of the clit.

Fingers split K'rra's bun, tearing it in two and making ponytails of it. Using her hair as if it were handlebars, Kae yanked the slave against her. The Fury thrust her hips up into K'rra's face, trying to rub her nub over every inch of the slave girl's face.

"You love this," Kae said. "You are such a filthy whore. If only your creche mates could see you. A naked blue slave girl serving humans. You degenerate."

It was all true. Kae was reading her mind. Repeating the very thoughts flashing in the slave's head as she was used like a toy. The shame of it, being the smartest, greatest, most egalitarian species in the galaxy, only to serve these hairless, uplifted brutes, was humiliating. They came begging for trinkets, scientific baubles, and children's toys beyond their comprehension. And here she was serving them in the most base primal way. It humiliated her to the core. She was nothing, except when being used.

"Oh, my... and... what does it feel like... when you climax?"

The thought of cumming without permission was too humiliating. She'd trained long and hard to avoid it. With or without implants, it was just something K'rra couldn't fathom. She needed permission. Mouthing the words, begging for climax, it left a mystery. Did she want it? Or was she told to do those things? Cumming on her own, without permission, would remove all doubt. She would be a slut to her core.

And yet, something tickled inside her skull. Some whisper of an echo past told her it was perfectly acceptable for women to be in charge of their own gratification. The years of strict upbringing, of an entire society that only had sex for procreation, the walls built in her mind crumbled. She did want it. More than anything.

"Please!" K'rra cried out. "May I cum?"

She was shoved back into the juicy cunt. Her head pushed and shoved to give another pleasure as it should be. Lapping and sucking, K'rra felt the edge. But worse than that, she knew she'd tumble over it soon.

"Please!" K'rra begged while gasping for air.

When she was ignored and shoved back face-first into the woman, she knew she was broken. The pressure was simply too much. And touching herself, sucking Kae, and stroking Kaster, sent her tumbling.

She screamed out, and heard Kae screaming as well. Their echoes entwined like the bodies of lovers filling the ship with anguished cries of need.

K'rra floated, knowing she wasn't just a slave, but the lowest slut of her entire species.

*****

K'rra quivered on the floor at the feet of her Master and his free companion. She tried processing her feelings, but they were jumbled. She hoped she would be enough for her Master, but he had allowed another to use her. She was still his, but he also let her be used like the object she was by others.

And yet, the orgasm she'd just felt was nothing short of unreal. She quivered uncontrollably in its wake. She tried to imagine what she must look like, naked, quivering, and well-used beyond anything she'd ever experienced. On her homeworld she would receive nothing but pure disgust for her wanton carnality. She prayed the rest of the galaxy was not like that.

Was she such a slut? So debased that the humiliation of the experience had driven her to new depths? She was a slave and had no say in her use. It freed her from the overwhelming guilt she might have experienced otherwise. She couldn't control any of these things. She could only enjoy them as commanded to. It was a delicious fate.

"Stars upon stars," Kae said, still quivering herself. "You've never opened her up to this before?"

"Like I said, no," Kaster replied. His trousers were still open, and his cock stood rigid and unsated.

Ashamed that she'd enjoyed a climax without her Master, K'rra flung herself on him. She took his shaft in her throat and shoved herself down until her nose met his belly. She was still weak from the intensity of the climax she'd just had, but duty always came first.

"Open your Focus to her and fuck her. Let her feel how you feel." Kae said.

Kaster groaned. K'rra was unsure if it was in response to her mouth or what Kae had said. She stopped sucking him only long enough to beg, "Please, Sir."

Kae reached out and took Kaster's face in one hand, drawing his gaze to her, "Imagine it. The two of you entwined, body and mind. You think she's yours now. Just wait until she knows exactly how you feel. You won't even need those crude implants. The mere sight of you will make her cream."

A fist wound in K'rra's hair, and Kae pulled her off her Master. "Beg him, slave girl. Tell him how badly you want it. What I just gave you, he can do as well. Convince him to make you orgasm like that."

K'rra didn't need the other woman's words to convince her. She wanted exactly that, more than anything else in the universe. She recalled the first time she'd begged for sex. It had been at the hands of pirates, who laughed at her awkwardness. She'd begged as earnestly as she could for strangers. The experience had been humiliating and made her wet, unlike anything previously.

She wanted to feel the same type of orgasm at her Master's hands or cock. She wanted it so badly that it felt like a physical obstruction buried in her chest. And yet, she was terrified. Her begging would be heartfelt this time and not an act, unlike with the pirates. What if he laughed? What if he refused? The pain of the thought alone made her reluctant to speak the words. But she wanted too so badly.

She wanted it more than that fear. She knew she'd never sleep again if she were not brave enough to beg. Begging for precisely this was the only thing she could or would ever think about again.

"Your faithful, devoted slave begs you, Master. Please, have me. Please use me as she did. Please, Sir, I am yours to do anything with as you wish, but grant me this one task to serve you fully."

K'rra watched his cock twitch to her words. There was a pained look on his face. She prayed it wasn't revulsion; she was the biggest slut of her species and deserved nothing but scorn. But from him, she dared to hope there was some desire. More than anything, she wanted him to use her as no other Gyth had been used.

His hands shot out, grabbing her by the face and pulling her back into his lap. K'rra opened her mouth greedily as his cock pressed to her lips. Only to have her hair ripped back, stealing his tool from her hungry mouth.

"Oh no," Kae said. "You can't use her like I did. It's her first time with you. Fuck her cunt. Fuck her like the woman she is."

Kaster grunted and kicked his pants off. Kae sat forward on the couch, leaning toward K'rra. She pulled the slave back and upright as if to display the slave to her master.

"Look at her," Kae demanded. "Open your focus. Let her see what you see."

Kaster tore his shirt off and looked at K'rra. His eyes seemed iridescent, hard to focus on.

And then she felt it. He was looking at her. She could see herself kneeling naked before him. Her blue skin was so different from his own ruddy shade of reddened pink. Her hair was a tangle of red curls, with human hands holding her in place. Her face, though, was radiant. K'rra glowed in the beauty of a marbled goddess. A heart-shaped blue face with dark lips and purple eyes. The look of need on her face made her hungry all over again for herself.

Her eyes swept down across her light blue skin. Thick royal blue lips, perfect for sucking cock. A swan-like neck that screamed elegance and grace. Full tits with nipples nearly a shade of purple. The nipples were so hard they begged for his mouth to take them. She had a slender waist, and at the end of the journey, her bald pussy glistened in the juices of the passion from moments ago.

K'rra was breathless. She was perfect. She was looking at the icon of a goddess of lust and fertility. As beautiful as she was, there was also a halo of respect for her intellect. There was no problem she couldn't solve. He and she were certain of it, although K'rra was less sure than he was.

There was another layer that took her a moment to realize as well. He wanted her. He ached. He was so hard it was painful. Hard for her. The realization that she could not only see herself through his eyes but feel his need took her breath away.

Looking into his face, K'rra also wanted him to see himself through her eyes. She gazed at his dark hair, wild and unkept as he was, the angry brows that made him serious beyond his years, and the square jaw that made him look resolute and strong. Her eyes wandered down his naked body, the broad chest, wiry limbs hardened by years of training, and the mechanical arm replacing the one he gave up for her. Down further to the washboard of his abs. And finally, his heavy cock, so capable of sending her into orbit with ease.

Stars, she wanted him. She, too, ached. She wanted him to pry her apart, fill her, and complete her. Every part of her body ached to have his hands on it. Even a simple touch to her shoulder would make her swoon. She begged silently for him to take her, to own her, to make her his. She wanted to be held down helplessly and used thoroughly by him.

"Go on, take her," Kae's distant voice said.

Kaster stood in front of K'rra. She reached out and took him in her mouth but was yanked back by Kae's hand in her hair.

"Let her up," Kaster said. He wanted to feel her against him, their bodies standing together in union. K'rra could feel his want, and she wanted the same.

"Start at his feet, slave, and leave a trail of wet kisses all the way up," Kae said, with a shove down.

K'rra felt his irritation. She was his toy. He said nothing. He was too eager to have his slave do exactly as Kae said. Knowing that her Master wanted this made K'rra want to do it, to please him, even though another had set the task. She saw herself through his eyes, on her knees, obedient and willing, just as she should be.

Lowering her face to the floor, K'rra kissed his toes. She felt his longing enflamed. In her mind, she saw herself as he did, her hourglass figure beneath him, wet lips on his skin. He wanted to grab her soft hips and stab into her violently. She ached with yearning for precisely that, and somehow, she knew he could feel her need. His cock twitched, and she knew it without even seeing it happen.