What Is a Slave Without a Master?

What to expect:

All characters eighteen plus. In fact the youngest is twenty-nine.

This started with me wanting to write some kinky sci-fi lesbian smut, but it kinda grew out of hand. And it became a very long kinky sci-fi lesbian romantic adventure story thing, that also touches on trauma, coping mechanisms, and reevaluating what kind of person one wants to be and what they want from their life.

Like I said, grew out of hand.

So fair warning, this is a VERY slow burn. And despite the fact there is a FMF sex scene in the first chapter, I promise that the rest of it is FF only.

There is no extreme violence in this, sexual or otherwise. Everything sexual that happens to these characters is consensual. And while one of my protagonists does suffer injuries, they are not gratuitous, graphic, or life altering.

This entire thing is also written within the setting of the online video game Elite Dangerous, simply because I find it a well realized, fleshed out, and compelling sci-fi setting. I do not use specific characters, events, or locations from the game, and I have done my best to write this so you don't need to know anything about it (and in fact I have taken some liberties). I believe I've given explanations for all the important stuff. And even if I haven't, this story is much more about a pair of women than it is about the galaxy they live in.

That's it. Thanks for reading. I genuinely would love feedback. I hope you enjoy it!

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The slave walked slowly down the dimly lit metal corridors of the Megaship: surrounded by hundreds of men and women like her, all marching in obedient silence. The only sound was the chorus of so many pairs of magnetic boots rhythmically powering and depowering with each step: allowing them to walk despite the lack of gravity. Even so she had to fight to keep the faint smile off her lips: she had always enjoyed the sensation of her short hair bouncing along while weightless. It reminded her of videos she had seen as a child of undersea plantlife moving in the currents.

As they entered into the main cargo hold, she took in just how colossal these ships truly were. Deck upon deck of open metal pods sat in neat rows and stretching off into the distance. Citizen attendants moved between them: calmly and coldly helping a single slave into each one.

Upon reaching her own assigned pod she reached inside, opening the small locker located beneath the seat. She took the small bundle she held and carefully stowed it away before removing the toolbelt that hung around her waist. Her eyes dwelled on it for a long moment, until it too was slipped inside the locker, joining the only other possessions she had in the galaxy. She closed the lid with a heavy click.

The only other feature inside the pod was the padded seat molded directly into the interior, complete with a waist and chest harness to keep the occupant safely in place. But Imperial protocols were clear, and the slave was happy to wait: standing patiently as she watched the activity around her. Slaves dressed identically to herself one by one were calmly helped inside their pods, only for a moment later the pod to let out a gentle hiss as the occupant was peacefully put into cryostasis.

It was only a few moments before one of the attendants had made their way to her. An older woman, dark hair tied tightly back in a bun and with a stern expression. She scanned the designation off the pod, looking down at her personal display as the slave was checked against the ship's manifest.

"ET4H2-5C?" the woman asked rhetorically.

"Yes Ma'am. At your service," the slave replied, standing at attention with her spine perfectly straight, eyes ahead, and hands clasped behind herself.

"There's a note here that your presence is requested in Supervisor Korpick's quarters before being stowed for the voyage," the woman said simply.

"Right away, Ma'am. Thank you," the slave replied, but made no more to depart.

"Then unless you require directions to his quarters, you are dismissed," the woman said disinterestedly as she moved onto the next waiting pod.

"I do not. Thank you Ma'am," the slave offered quietly before relaxing her stance and turning away: her hair bouncing with every step.

ET4H2-5C had made a habit of pouring over the blueprints of every ship the Empire used, and as such knew the locations of everything aboard the Megaship. But even if she hadn't, she still would have known the way. It was far from the first time she had made the walk to the Supervisor's quarters. And with most slaves having already been stowed away the hallways were empty enough it wasn't long before she was knocking softly against the metal doorway emblazoned with Supervisor Korpick's name.

The door slid back with a hiss, revealing the small but palatial apartment within. The luxurious interior stood in stark contrast to the rest of the ship, but Supervisor Korpick had always been determined to enjoy every benefit his position could provide. Although his vision of luxury was certainly terrestrial, considering his apartment was adorned with fine furniture that one would struggle to use while weightless.

"Hello Sir. ET4H2-5C at your service as requested," the slave announced politely, returning to her attention position despite being the only one in the room.

"Ah Coco!" came the Supervisor's reply. His voice originating from deeper within the apartment.

"Come, join us in the office."

"Of course Sir, right away," she replied, responding to the Supervisor's nickname for her as she strode towards the voice. The door slid back as she entered the office. It offered the same luxurious and cozy feel as the rest of the apartment, but with floor to ceiling windows offering a gorgeous view of the galaxy beyond. And before these windows stood Supervisor Korpick, gazing out as his own magnetic boots kept him in place.

Beyond the glass hung the two kilometer long warship that to Coco represented the last eighteen months of work. But now complete the slave knew she was only a short cryostasis journey away from wherever the Empire required her next. Even so she couldn't help but feel a quick twinge of pride as her eyes traced over the glorious ship before she returned her gaze to the scene in front of her.

The Supervisor's belt was undone, its ends fluttering as he moved. The front of his trousers had also been pulled down just enough to reveal his manhood, which was buried deep in the throat of another slave kneeling on the ground before him. One of his hands rested on the top of her head, guiding her as she bobbed back and forth along the length of his cock. The kneeling slave wore an identical skin-tight white uniform as Coco and despite her position she held an expression of calm contentment, bordering on enjoyment with her hands folded neatly in her lap at rest.

"Wonderful to see you Coco," the Supervisor mused, his voice perfectly as ease despite the work of the slave beneath him.

"Wonderful to see you as well Sir. It was a pleasure to be requested," Coco responded earnestly as she quickly crossed the room and knelt next to the other woman, assuming the exact same familiar position. There was a slight click as the electromagnets in the knees of her suit engaged and kept her attached to the floor as gravity would.

The Supervisor simply chuckled, his gaze returning to the window. Coco assumed he was still admiring the warship, but she didn't raise her head to confirm.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" the Supervisor asked after a moment. Not looking away from the window.

"Yes she is, Sir. You must be very proud," Coco replied simply. The Supervisor laughed before looking down at her. His breathing now coming slightly faster than normal.

"Oh I am. But you have reason to be as well," he chuckled, reaching down and placing a hand on Coco's shoulder. His thumbing running over the Imperial insignia.

"What with being instrumental in calibrating the Frame Shift Drive. As well as installing a full three percent of the Rose's maneuvering thrusters single handedly. I believe the next highest technician only managed two point three."

"That is far more credit than I deserve Sir," she replied uncomfortably despite the man being correct. "I was simply doing what was requested of me."

The Supervisor laughed again in response.

"You are far too modest Coco. You deserve to celebrate. And I happen to find myself in the mood for a celebration after the completion of the Gilded Rose!" he declared, making a grand sweeping gesture out at the stationary warship.

"So would you care to join Jade and I?" he asked pleasantly. Coco's eyes darted to the side, watching Jade's body sway in place. The woman was gorgeous, and Coco felt a sudden rush of heat through her lower abdomen. She lifted her head for the first time, meeting the Supervisor's gaze as a warm smile spread across her lips.

"I would be honored to celebrate with you both, Sir," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat.

"Good girl," the Supervisor chuckled before turning his attention back towards Jade. Coco's cheeks flushed and her head swam at the words.

Jade for her part had never halted her motions, working her Master's manhood with perfect rhythm even as he spoke to Coco. Her expression never faltered, with her eyes closed in contentment and her lips shining with a combination of her own saliva and the Supervisor's juices. With every thrust his cock buried deep into her mouth, producing a wet guttural noise like no other.

The Supervisor seemed to let the pleasure wash over him as he contemplated what to do with the two women at his feet.

"Coco," he finally instructed. "Help Jade get undressed. But let her keep her magnets."

"Of course Sir," Coco replied eagerly. She quickly shuffled over, kneeling behind Jade as the woman simply continued her work. Coco reached around the slave, fingers taking hold of the knot that held the uniform's necktie in place at the base of her throat and deftly slipped it loose before gripping the pull of the zipper beneath. She carefully pulled it all the way down, feeling Jade's soft bust beneath her hand then the firm tension of the woman's stomach

The slave finally responded: extending her hands behind herself and letting Coco slip the garment off her shoulders as her body continued to sway with each of the Supervisor's thrusts. Coco gently tugged the woman's arms free of the uniform, before turning her attention to Jade's back. She reached out, unclasping the woman's simple slave bra and slipping it free of the woman.

Korpick's eyes flashed at Jade's bosom now being on display, and watched in amusement as Coco lowering her hands to the woman's waist. Jade raised her position slightly, just enough that Coco could work the material down over her hips, pushing both the open uniform and her panties down to the middle of her thigh.

But despite now being fully naked above the knee, Jade still hadn't opened her eyes. The woman had continued her diligent motions, her tongue tirelessly swirling along the length of her master's shaft as he thrusted. Korpick leaned his head back, pulling a long breath in through his nose as he seemed to lose himself in the moment. But eventually he gave another order.

"Bind Jade's hands behind her back... Her necktie will do fine."

Without hesitation the woman obediently crossed her hands behind herself. Coco reached down, tugging the necktie free from the collar of the uniform that now drifted free around its owner. She gently took hold of Jade's hands before wrapping the tie several times around the woman's wrists and securing the ends with a quick bow.

The Supervisor nodded, "Good girl again," he teased, smirking at the renewed flush in Coco's cheeks.

"Play with her," he instructed off handedly. "But if you make her cum before I do you'll be the one taking her place," he chuckled. Coco's breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened.

She eagerly leaned forward, pressing herself into Jade's back as she brought her hands around the woman. She had attended many of the Supervisor's celebrations before, but never alongside Jade. And she couldn't help but admire the beauty of the woman she was practically hugging. Her skin was as smooth as liquid metal, with the perfect hint of muscle beneath the surface. Her jaw was strong, even forced open, and Coco let her eyes wonder along its length. She wondered what the woman would look like up close normally. She wondered what Jade's lips would look like if they were allowed to close and curl up into a warm smile. She wondered what they would be like to kiss.

She craned her neck over Jade's shoulder, looking down at the woman's flushed chest and feeling a burning desire fill her gut. She reached up, tentatively cupping Jade's breasts against her palms and feeling a tremble pass through the woman. She relished the feeling of Jade's smooth skin against her fingers, and the gentle touch of Jade's nipples sent tingles rocketing up Coco's arms. Jade moaned noticeably, loud enough to be heard despite her Master's filling her mouth.

Coco began to knead Jade's bosom, with her fingertips gently grazing over the woman's firm nipples. She tentatively took one between her thumb and forefinger, giving it a curious squeeze.

Jade bucked, a low yelp escaping her lips, and for the first time losing her diligent rhythm.

The Supervisor laughed; a sound cut short by his own rapid breathing. His hand on Jade's head corrected the motions and they continued. Coco being sure to pay special attention to the other slave's nipples as often as she could.

After a long moment of shared ecstasy Coco looked up, catching the Supervisor's eye and waiting for approval. His face was strained, and a faint red hint was starting to collect at his temples. But he gave Coco a playful wink as he continued to thrust into her fellow slave.

Coco quickly dropped her gaze, redoubling her efforts towards Jade. Tantalizing beads of sweat were forming on the woman's skin, some shaking free and drifting through the air like fluttering snowflakes. She pressed herself into the woman's back and lowered her chin to plant a gentle kiss on Jade's shoulder. There was a growing desire building in Coco's stomach, and almost subconsciously she began to grind her hips against Jade's bound hands. The woman even tilted her wrists up to give Coco that tiny bit more contact. But having finally built up enough courage Coco carefully slipped a hand down Jade's stomach, feeling the muscles quivering just beneath the surface. Her palm slowly curled under the woman's mound, and immediately found her fingers soaked in the heat of Jade's arousal.

She deftly landed a finger on Jade's clit. Pressing down and rubbing firmly just as her other hand delivered another sudden squeeze to the bound woman's nipple. Jade jerked within her arms, a shriek coming from deep in her throat before being silenced by the Supervisor's cock.

Beneath her, one of Jade's fingers managed to stretch upward enough to brush against Coco. She jumped, but the finger found her again, gently rubbing against her sex through the material of her suit. The feeling was faint, but it still coaxed a whispered moan from Coco's lips. Whether Jade meant it as thanks or as revenge she couldn't tell, but she loved it either way.

Coco continued determinedly, brushing against Jade's clit with her thumb as two other fingers curled upward and began to rub the inner wall of the woman's pussy. A low tremor passed through Jade's body, different than anything Coco had felt from her thus far. Desperate moans escaping the woman's lips every time the Supervisor pulled back. They continued for several minutes. The room was a symphony of stifled moans and gasps, and the wet rhythmic chorus of the Supervisor's manhood plunging into Jade's throat before returning. Until eventually Jade began to convulse, and Coco was forced to release the woman's breast, wrapping her arm around the woman to keep her upright. But Coco's hand between Jade's legs carried on. Egging the woman closer and closer.

Jade's shaking grew stronger and stronger, until all at once she froze. A long wet moaning shriek escaping her before she slumped back into Coco's arms, chest heaving.

The Supervisor carefully extracted his cock from her mouth. The monstrous organ still fully erect, with strings of fluid hanging momentarily between itself and Jade's panting lips.

"Excellent work you two," the Supervisor uttered between wheezes. "But it looks like I'll have to ask you to finish the job Coco," he chuckled as he took his own cock in his hand. Sliding slowly along the length to maintain his erection.

"Untie Jade and give her a moment to recover, then switch places," he ordered gently. Coco could only nod excitedly as she extracted her hand from between the other woman's legs. She quickly released Jade's wrists before wrapping her arms around the woman. She held the other slave tightly while desperately trying to ignore the fiery desire in her own body at the thought of soon being in Jade's place.

Even so Coco couldn't help but imagine what it must be like, to be undressed by Jade, tied by Jade, touched, teased, and treated as a toy by Jade. She quivered with longing, and after a few moments of blissful fantasy Jade had recovered enough that she managed to speak.

The woman turned, raising a hand and taking firm hold of Coco's own necktie. She pulled Coco towards herself, bringing her lips up right against the slave's ear. And for the first time Coco caught a glimpse of Jade's eyes out of the corner of her own. They were piercing green, shimmering in the light, and looking like they contained a fiery personality that burned hot enough to melt steel. Jade may have been a slave, but there was a spirit in her eyes that even in that brief moment was enough to melt Coco too.

"You tortured me with those fingers of yours," the slave whispered between breathes. But her voice was one of lustful hunger and drive.

"I'm going to give you ten times worse," she growled before kissing Coco's ear, her lips wet and sticky with fluid.

"That was my hope," was the only reply Coco could muster: giddy with excitement.