The Triad

"Try it on," Kaster said when they returned to the tailor an hour later.

"Yes, Sir," K'rra said as she placed the new dress, still warm from printing and weaving, on the counter. She pulled the one she was wearing up over her head. Naked, she reached for the new dress and saw the proprietor gazing at her.

"Hold," Kaster said.

She froze in place. In one hand to her side was her old dress. Her other hand was at that counter gathering up the new one. She could see the proprietor's gaze traveling up and down her naked blue body, stopping to linger on her ample breasts.

"Ever seen a naked Gyth before?" Kaster asked the shopkeeper.

"I have not."

"What do you think?" Kaster leaned against the counter, turning to look at his naked slave.

"You're a lucky man." The proprietor said. "Ex-slave, you say? Seems like she can't break the old habits."

"Can you imagine?" Kaster said in an oddly flat tone. "Having her in your home. Prancing around naked. Doing anything you ask."

The old man exhaled with a whistle, "Like I said, you are a very lucky man."

"What sorts of things would you? Could you do to her? She wouldn't say no to any of them. That's how well-trained coalition slaves are. What would you want to do?"

"Oh, I can think of many things I'd do to her."

K'rra held her pose. Kaster had never displayed her like this before. She wasn't sure what his goal was. If it was to humiliate her, it wasn't working. She'd spent so much time in Hol Vydon's harem naked that it seemed natural to her. She'd also been shared with many guests, being naked in front of strangers wasn't unique. It was, however, unlike him. He often seemed aloof and a little embarrassed having a slave.

"And more than that," Kaster continued. "She's been trained. Every deviant thing imaginable."

"I'll just bet," the old man licked his lips.

Kaster asked K'rra, "How do you feel about pleasing men orally?"

"I love it, Sir."

"Anally?"

"Yes, Sir. I love that, too."

"Wearing and eating cum?"

"Yes, please, Sir."

"Are you getting wet just at the thought of doing these things?"

"Yes, Sir. You know I am."

Kaster asked the proprietor, "Does she seem shy or reluctant to you?"

"Fucking stars, no." the old man whispered.

"She's been left in my care," Kaster said. "What would you do with her?"

"I'd fuck her until my heart gave out." The old man said, his voice becoming thinning as hungry eyes devoured the slave.

Kaster snapped his fingers with a mechanical click. "Get dressed, K'rra."

"Yes, Sir," she said as she swept up the new dress and pulled it on overhead.

The old man blinked, looking around confused, "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

Kaster replied, "No, just chastising her for forgetting we're not in the Coalition anymore. She can't just get naked and show off all the enticing skin. Skin made for hands to grab, to fondle, to play with, whenever she wants."

Unsure what Kaster was up to, K'rra entered a modified Inspect pose. Legs spread to the limit of the dress, her hands positioned behind her against her ass. She watched as the proprietor's gaze went to her cleavage. He seemed lost, as if he wanted to jump in and ride the ripples.

"It fits perfectly," Kaster said. K'rra disagreed. It was a shade too tight, although she was certain it was crushing her breasts in ways that made it impossible for the old man to look anywhere but her cleavage. "Show him how well it fits."

K'rra did a small curtsey, again constrained by the tightness of the dress. She then turned and watched the smile on the old man's face. She pivoted on one foot, twirling her head around, then her body followed. She was disappointed that the skirt was so tight it didn't flare out, but the man had already seen her fully naked. A little flash of her bald cunt wouldn't add much more.

"Thank you," Kaster told the shopkeep.

"Come again, anytime." The old man called as Kaster and K'rra departed.

Out on the streets, they found a bench and sat down. Kaster began emptying the box of electronic components they'd purchased after placing the order for the dress.

K'rra sat with her old dress rolled demurely in her lap, "Forgive me, Sir, but what was that about?"

"Oh? With the old man? I wanted to test out my Focus on him."

"You gave him a suggestion?" K'rra asked.

"I tried. Even using language and imagery he was already susceptible to, I still had difficulty leaving an imprint. Kae is damn good at it."

"So that's not a battle you can win?"

"No. In the same way, she has no hope of beating me in a WaveBlade duel." He said, then added softly. "I hoped I could sweep her webs out of your mind, but it's not possible."

"She's left something inside?" K'rra pointed to her temple, unable to express her thoughts in words.

Kaster nodded. "Kae. That's all I'm going to say. What comes to mind?"

K'rra gasped, all she could think about were warm wet hungry lips on her pussy coaxing her to a mind-shattering orgasm. "She made me feel... so good."

"Yup. Just think about your dress."

"I will." K'rra said. "Have you considered training her?"

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Kaster asked.

K'rra thought about it. There was safety in numbers. Three people could accomplish more than two. And if two had talents that were rare in the galaxy, then even more so. But also... hungry lips. "I think we would benefit from having her, Sir. She offers so much. And her powers may complement yours."

"You'd also like to fuck her?"

"I'm a slave, Sir. And even before that, I did not find women attractive in that way."

"But you want to fuck her? Honestly, slave."

K'rra bit her lip. She didn't want to admit it, "Yes, Sir. She... she makes... it feel so good."

"Do you think about fucking other women?"

"Oh, no, Sir. I'm your slave and very happy to be bound to a man.

"But you'd fuck her." He put his hand on her thigh and slid it up under the skirt. "The thought of her naked, touching you, filling you with her fingers."

"Stars!" K'rra whimpered.

"You're fucking soaked. Moreso than usual."

"No, Sir. I'd be just as wet for you."

"Kae!" he barked.

K'rra shuddered.

"You don't see anything odd about how you feel right now?" Kaster asked.

She thought for a moment. Should she feel anything odd? She was hot for her owners. It was the best universe a slave could be in. "I'm sorry, Sir. I feel entirely normal. Am I missing something?"

"Don't worry about it," Kaster said. He took the old dress from her and placed it in the bottom of the box. He then began putting all the electronic components back into the box, quickly covering the garment.

"I'm so sorry If I missed something important, Sir."

Kaster took her face in both hands. The sensation of having her owner hold her so intimately, so lovingly, made her want to melt on the spot.

"Remember," he said. "Your real dress is hidden. It's your anchor. Say it."

"Yes, Sir. My real dress is the anchor. It's hidden."

"Good girl," Kaster said. K'rra was so delirious with joy the walk back to the ship passed in the blink of an eye.

Kae was lying upside down on the couch, her legs kicked up over the back, her head hanging off the cushion. She called, "It's about time. I was getting bored."

Kaster set the box on the dining table, "Got some things to make another WaveBlade."

Kae rolled off the couch onto her feet and stood. "Great. Can I have mine back?"

Kaster replied by tossing her the pommel. She caught it with a smile, looking at it for a moment like it was a rare visiting relative. It clicked to her belt, and she approached K'rra.

"The dress," Kae said. "What are we going to do about that? And frankly, why is a slave girl dressed when she should be kneeling naked?"

"Sorry, ma'am," K'rra said as she rushed to the center of the room, in front of the couch. She whipped the white dress off and knelt in one motion. Even with her eyes cast down at the floor, she held the dress up in one hand as an offering.

"Good, girl. That's so much better." Kae said. Walking over to K'rra she grabbed the dress in an effort to take it.

Something in K'rra wouldn't let go. It was the dress Kaster had given her. Her first and only gift as a slave. She owned nothing, not even it, but letting it go was painful.

"Release it." Kae barked.

Training took over, and K'rra let it go. There was a stab at the base of her throat that threatened tears, but she fought them back.

Finished rummaging in the box, Kaster lifted it. "I've got some work to do. K'rra, set a course to Obeza."

"Yes, Sir." K'rra said dejectedly, disappointed that he hadn't intervened to protect her dress. It stung. He'd given the dress to her as nothing more than a costume to wear in the Federation. He'd offered it in utility, nothing more. That was now evident because he hadn't even noticed Kae take it. The heartache that came with that was crushing.

"Are there any rules for playing with your slave?" Kae asked as Kaster opened the door to the utility room.

Kaster turned back to look at the two, then shrugged, "Don't break her. Have fun,"

With no enthusiasm, K'rra made her way to the cockpit.

"Hurry back," Kae called out after her.

Even though she'd been given a direct order, K'rra took her time lifting the ship and bringing it into orbit. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, but they were dry by the time the nav computer plotted a jump course. K'rra waited until they entered jump space before forcing herself back into the common room.

Kneeling in front of the couch, K'rra saw that Kae was now nude, touching herself in anticipation. The white dress was nowhere to be seen.

"Look at me, slave," Kae demanded.

K'rra forced her gaze up into the eyes of the younger woman. It was hard to focus on them, to even tell what color they were. She slurred out a "Yes, ma'am."

A wicked smile played on Kae's face. "Not my face. Watch what I am doing."

K'rra's tongue felt thick. She wanted to answer, but as her gaze drifted down, her slave fires ignited. One of Kae's hands stroked a nipple on a small breast. It was firm and young, the polar opposite of K'rra's, but watching her mistress play with herself made K'rra's belly erupt in heat. Further down, she saw Kae's other hand tracing small circles at the top of her slit. Her pussy glistened with moisture making K'rra thirst to taste it.

"When I think of your mouth on me, slave, it makes me hot."

"Stars... Me too, ma'am." K'rra tried to lean forward.

"No," Kae said sternly. "I said watch."

"Please, ma'am. I... I need you."

"I know. That's why you only get to watch. Prove what a good girl you are."

"Yes, ma'am." It was so unfair. Those lips were so close. Her mistress' desires superseded her own.

Kae increased the tempo of her circling, speeding up, then fanning all the fingers across herself. K'rra shuddered. She could literally feel precisely what Kae was doing as if to the slave's own cunt.

"I was stupid old by the time I figured it out," Kae said.

"May I touch myself, ma'am"

"Not yet. You didn't ask me about what I just said."

K'rra groaned in frustration, "Figured what out, ma'am?"

"That sex drives the universe. That need for DNA to replicate itself is so strong it makes people do the stupidest things. Once I figured that out, it all became so easy. For example, what would you do to have an orgasm right now?"

K'rra couldn't think of anything she wouldn't do. She'd been fucked a thousand different ways, debased and degraded herself, been shared, passed around, altered, covered in fluids, recorded, performed... she couldn't think of any sex act she wouldn't do to cum right now. "Anything you want, ma'am. Please, I'll do anything."

"You'll do anything to cum. The act of cumming itself is to ensure the propagation of DNA. A man cums to blast his load into a fertile snatch. A woman cums because all those fluttering muscles suck that batter up into her baby maker. Even when they can't actually make babies, people are driven by that stupid base need to pass on their genes. You were a slave to evolution way before those pirates ever got a hold of your sweet ass."

"Please," K'rra begged.

"Touch yourself, but don't you dare think about cumming."

K'rra's hole was sopping. She stroked with one hand while shoving fingers of her other hand deep inside. She gasped, "Thank you, ma'am."

Thrusting her fingers deep, she moaned loudly, her other hand dancing gentle circles around her clit.

"Would you like to cum with me?" Kae asked. She was still rubbing her clit, much harder now. Her hips rotated with a mind of their own. "I'm close. I could cum without you. But I want to know if You'd like to climax with me?"

"Void, yes. Yes, please. Ma'am, please let me cum with you."

"Tell me, slave girl, what did you two do while out there?"

*****

"We went shopping, ma'am," K'rra said with a tortured tone.

"Don't you dare cum without permission," Kae demanded.

"Please, ma'am..." K'rra breathed. She continued edging herself, desperate to gain her mistress's approval and find release. Her fingers worked with a mind of their own. Knowing she was close, she slowed down.

"Keep that tempo up," Kae said. She was enjoying keeping the slave girl on that ragged edge. And if K'rra slipped over it, all the more fun to be had punishing her for not following instructions.

"I don't know that I can..." K'rra cried.

"You'd disobey an order?"

"No, ma'am," K'rra winced, her eyes shut, trying to command her body to resist. "If you'd only turn the programming on in the implants... they'd prevent accidental climax..."

Kae leaned forward off the couch and grabbed K'rra by the back of the head. She pulled the slave girl's face close to her own. "Open your eyes and look at me."

K'rra groaned. She knew what would happen when she did. Forcing her eyes open, she looked into the eyes of her mistress. They were a shade of mahogany, a deep reddish brown. Most of the eyes on Gyth were shades of purple, from lavender to indigo. Brown eyes were exotic, strange, and enticing. K'rra found it difficult to concentrate once she saw those brown human eyes looking deep into her own.

Without that concentration, K'rra felt herself slip over the edge and whisper, "I'm sorry, ma'am."

She tried to minimize it, but it washed through her, making every muscle tense. Closing her eyes, she floated, feeling the muscles in her stomach flutter as she tried to concentrate on minimizing the length of time the orgasm tore through her, making her float.

Recovering from the otherworldly sensation, K'rra felt Kae's hand still at the back of her head. Opening her eyes, she saw Kae's exotic brown eyes still staring into her. K'rra wanted to melt into the woman. When she tried, the hand at the back of her head closed into a fist, grabbing a handful of hair in a tight leash. Her head was pulled back, forcing her to look into the younger woman's eyes.

"Bad girl," Kae said. "Why are you always so greedy?"

"My apologies, ma'am. I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"You are disappointing," Kae said. "Would you like to earn absolution?"

"Yes, ma'am. Please."

"What did you do?"

"We only went shopping, ma'am."

The younger woman's brown eyes stared into K'rra's.

"There something else... You're withholding something. Tell me."

K'rra knew that Kaster didn't want Kae to know about the replacement dress. Just thinking about the original white dress made K'rra defiant. It was hers.

"I was disappointed at my Master, ma'am." K'rra said, then rushed to explain, "A slave should never be disappointed, but I couldn't help myself."

"Disappointed about what?"

K'rra paused a moment, wanting to massage the story and make her disappointment less severe, it was an unbecoming emotion for a loyal slave. The hand in her hair gripped tighter, and K'rra blurted out, "We didn't go to a library, ma'am."

Kae stared at her a moment, "A library?"

"Yes, ma'am. Master promised we'd go to a library when we had a chance."

"What do you need at a library?" Kae asked, still staring, trying to understand.

K'rra was flustered. Master used her wonderfully. She had no complaints... but...

"Oh!" Kae said. "You are practically wetting yourself. You have a fetish for libraries?"

"Yes, ma'am," K'rra admitted.

Kae laughed. "You poor thing. You get all the sex a girl could ever want, but still, you yearn to be taken in a library. What is it that does it for you?"

K'rra blushed violet and whimpered. "It's so deviant, ma'am. It would simply be scandalous at home."

"You are so deliciously filthy." Kae stroked K'rra's head. "Tell you what, slave girl. The next time we are on a planet with one, I will make sure that you are well used in it. Maybe even with both of us."

K'rra felt weak even thinking about it. Not just one person fucking her on the sly in a library, but with mistress commanding her, telling her what to do, while her Master used her basely. "Stars, thank you, ma'am."

Kaster returned from the utility room with a new WaveBlade pommel in his hand. Seeing Kae, he asked, "Care to practice your Blade?"

K'rra moved to the side of the room as the other two went through a series of drills. She watched, marveling at their physical prowess, both moving at times with lightning speed. After an hour of choreographed drills, they switched from their Blades to rods about the length of walking canes.

They mock-fought for a while, with Kaster obviously outmatching the younger woman. Again, K'rra was stunned at how quickly they moved, sometimes so fast all she could see was a blur. In most instances Kaster was able to disable Kae, sending her practice blade flying across the room.

"Don't hold back this time. Use you Focus." Kaster finally told Kae.

"Unrestricted?" Kae asked.

"Sure... Nothing that can actually injure."

Kae gave him a wicked smile, and they crossed practice blades. They remained frozen for a moment, then there was a flurry of swings with Kae doing nothing but defending herself.

"Your slave is upset with you," Kae said after a series of parries, backing away from him.

"She is?" Kaster said with a glance at K'rra.

Kae lunged in, attacking suddenly. Kaster backpedaled defending, taken only a little by surprise. When Kae's attacks petered out, she said, "You were supposed to take her to a library."

His gaze flicked back to the kneeling slave who was watching the two. Kae rained down another flurry of blows as Kaster defended trying to regain his balance.

"Her heart's desire..." Kae said, pressing into Kaster with more attacks at each utterance. "Is for you to have her... defile her... ravage her... in the symbol of her culture's power. She wants you. Wants you to make her yours. To own her body and soul. Hers, your body. Your body."

K'rra wasn't sure what was happening, but Kaster seemed slowed, as if intoxicated. Kae blows were relentless. Finally one struck true, hitting Kaster on the back of the elbow causing his practice sword to fly across the room from his grasp.

Wincing and rubbing his elbow with the mechanical arm, Kaster asked, "Why didn't you do that when I captured you?"

"I didn't know what your opening was," Kae explained as she used her practice sword to flick Kaster's back to him. "The untrained are easier to manipulate. A Focus user has barriers. I know what yours are now and can bypass them."

"As a bounty hunter, that could be useful," Kaster said.

"Yeah?" Kae beamed, happy to hear that someone was interested in her talents.

"Let's try something," Kaster said, moving to a workstation. He typed a few commands, and a wanted poster displayed. "Here we go. A high-value space pirate. What openings could you create with this one?"

Kae studied the image and text floating above the terminal. "Hmm... A pirate wanted for piracy, big surprise. Firing on Federated ships, plundering, smuggling, kidnapping, murder, fraud... What hasn't this scoundrel done?"