Kaster woke early when he heard K’rra entered the fresher. He listened as she cleansed herself and other morning routines. He was not prepared for her to barge into his cabin, causing him to sit up suddenly and ask, “Is everything okay?”

“I’m sorry, Master. I’ve failed to wake you properly,” she said slipping into the bunk with him.

He wanted to protest but before he could utter a word she snuck under the sheets and between his legs. Warm wet lips kissed the tip of his cock as delicate fingers wrapped around it. He closed his shocked mouth and lay back.

It was impossible not to groan as her pursed lips ran up and down the underside of his shaft. She was taking ample advantage of his morning wood. It was impossible not to groan as she expertly used mouth and fingers on him, and she hadn’t even gotten him inside her mouth yet.

“Fucking void,” he gasped.

She giggled in delight and continued. There was a slight pause when she asked, “Master? May I touch myself?”

“Fuck… anything you want. My kingdom for a whore’s.”

She paused again, “I don’t think that’s the proper…”

“Shh… don’t you have better things to do with that mouth?”

Teasing she kissed the tip, then flicked it with her tongue while stroking him.

“Thank you, Master.” She whispered, “I’m so wet…”

“Fuck you are destroying me…” Kaster groaned as she started toying with him again. Her nails traced delicate patterns across his sacks, something no one had ever done to him before.

When she tired of flicking his tip with her tongue she sucked him into her mouth slowly, pressing her lips and fingers together tightly.

“Fuck!” he cried out before being reduced to incoherent groans.

He flung the sheets back wanting to see her. She rode up and down his shaft ever so slow making him grip the sheets in tight fists.

“Lights,” he grunted.

She blinked up at him startled but never stopping. After a few moments of blinking, she was able to focus and look at him. He stared into her purple eyes, watching the scientist turned slave swallow him in her mouth. He knew she was wickedly clever, only the very best graduated from Kepler University. Only the best left that school with officer’s commissions and guaranteed ship assignments. And she was sucking his cock.

Looking up at him she had an odd look in her eyes. He recognized it from grade school, when new kids wanted to join in the crowd, terrified of rejection and hoping to be accepted. That was how she looked at him now. Reaching out he took a handful of her coppery hair, letting it play through his fingers. His touch slid down over her cheek, feeling her suction through concave cheeks.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said. She was, but he was reading her through his Focus, trying to determine just how good an actress she was.

Her eyes closed ecstatically, and she began thrusting her face down his length enthusiastically. She radiated pure bliss. He could feel just how much she adored what she was doing, relished being wanted, desired, having him get hard for her. It was no act, she wanted him, wanted to serve him.

His Focus wavered, she was entirely too damn good at what she was doing to him. It had only taken a few moments, and even though she’d made him climax multiple times the day before, he was ready yet again because of her.

“No…” he groaned.

K’rra ignored him forcing him to the back of her throat, gagging on him and gripping him inside her mouth. A wet trickle of drool tickled him, helped her fingers glide across the shaft. All while she continued fondling and lightly scratching his balls. It was all too much.

“I want in you…” he hissed.

She ignored him again, tightening her hand around his cock and sucking harder.

He howled as the climax ambushed him. A black void engulfed him, and he went floating off into another place.

“Fuck,” he said when he could think again. K’rra continued sucking, slower now but still steady. Her purple eyes stared up at him through half slits practically glowing in joy.

She released him with a loud pop. Licking her lips she smiled at him, still bent down over his cock. With one finger she wiped her lips, then sucked it in her mouth. With a warm smile still on her face she leaned down rubbing his cock across her face, worshipping it.

He watched all this thinking about how a week ago he’d thought sex was a lie for the weak. A vrole-hill they turned into a mountain to make their miserable lives more exciting. Sex had felt good, but never like this, this blue girl made him want her in ways he’d never been inclined before. He basked in her worship and the euphoria she’d just delivered. He wanted to just lie in bed and never get out.

He noticed her other hand was missing, and watched as her ass slowly rotated. She was still touching herself.

“Would you like to cum?” He asked her.

Without opening her eyes, or taking his cock off her face she answered, “No, Master. You are so generous, but waking a Master is done for the Master, not the slave. I gave you climax and do not ask for it myself. I give my service to you without want.”

Kaster didn’t understand at all, but he let her continue stroking both of them.

A double ping sounded through the ship. Kaster grabbed K’rra and wrenched her up to lie beside him. She squealed in delight and then the ship lurched.

“We’re here.” He told her, whipping the sheets off himself and rolling out of the bunk. “Can’t remember the name, but it should have a Federation library.”

“Kahhsirylaq,” she said crawling to the edge of the bunk. “Federated world bordering the Coalition. Be very cautious, Master. They’ll be suspicious of ships coming directly from Coalition space. And probably best if I remain on board.”

“No,” Kaster said, “You know Federated record keeping, I’ll need your help with the records.”

“Master, this is one of the first worlds an escaped slave would travel. Police will be asking me questions on every street corner. Pressuring me to admit to being a slave…”

Kaster couldn’t think of a better place to test her out. The border worlds with the Coalition were all underpopulated, no one wanted to be scooped up and sold into slavery. If he had to, escape from a world like that should be easy. And it was only one hop back into friendly territory.

“I’ll need you.” he said firmly.

“Yes, Master.” She said looking both worried and elated at once.

An hour later they landed. Kaster went out to the starport to pay for fuel and a day’s landing. When he returned, he found K’rra trying on his clothing.

“Stop.” He said, “you look ridiculous.”

“Master! Don’t be cruel. I can’t go out in slave silks. I’ll be arrested for indecency.”

“I won’t have you looking like a transient either.”

“No, Master?” She smiled while slipping an oversized shirt over her head. “You have expectations on my appearance?”

“Stay put, I’ll be back with something.”

At customs he paid for two day passes and caught an air-cab to a mall. Walking along manicured strips of grass and perfectly arranged palms he restated his hatred of the phoniness of the Federation aesthetic. Everything was too neat and clean.

He found a clothing store adorned with two story images of stylish women of several species cavorting holographically. On entry he was mugged by a small human woman eager to bury him in an armload of purchases. Kaster found himself unable to answer even basic questions about his companion’s measurements, size, or tastes. He settled finally on a white day dress that he hoped would fit as it did on the mannequin. Boggled, he was utterly boggled that what he thought would be a quick trip had taken over an hour.

He returned to his ship and handed the box to K’rra.

“You got something for me?” she asked, holding the box to her chest.

Kaster didn’t have the heart to tell her it was just a simple dress so she could go to the library without arousing suspicion. He now wished he’d spent more time listening to the saleswoman go on endlessly about the lack of fashion on Gyth.

When K’rra opened the box, she ran her hands over the dress and looked up at him with quivering eyes. “Thank you, Master.”

He wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t want to crush whatever emotional moment she was having, but he couldn’t quite fathom why she was so worked up at the bargain bin clothing.

“I’m sorry, Master,” she said fanning her face with a blue hand and blinking rapidly. “I can see that you don’t understand… but this is the first thing a Master has ever given me.”

“Your silks were from Vydon.”

“No.” she said wiping the corner of an eye. “A slave issued me those silks. Another slave presented me with heels. Another prepared food. Another make-up and hair. This is literally the first thing a Master has ever given me…”

And suddenly he understood. Not just the significance of the dress, but also that she delighted in all the emotions she’d been discouraged from feeling her whole life.

He walked over and took her in his arms, letting her clutch at him. He waited until she stopped shaking, then dried her eyes.

“Well? Try it on.”

“Yes, Master.” She said snatching the box and dress up and dashing to her room.

Kaster sat at the table and reviewed the starport video several times looking for any clue that might help him understand women. No, he told himself, to understand Jae, the woman he was after.

When her room door slid open, he looked up to see her in the white dress. It complimented her skin quite well but seemed a tad too tight.

“Blast it.” he said, “I forgot to get underthings.”

K’rra did a spin as she strutted toward him, she’d also donned the heels. “Undergarments are not needed… not wanted. I want to be available to you at any time.”

“Yes… but… your nipples.”

She looked down to see them poking at the fabric. “Yes, women have nipples.”

Kaster laughed, complications on complications. “Is it too tight?”

Walking in a tight circle she nodded, “It’s a little snug.”

“We could go get it a size larger.”

“Not a chance!” she said. “You gave me this, I’m not letting go of it ever.”

“Logically…” he started.

“Pish-posh. This is my first gift from a Master, and I won’t have it taken.” She looked ready to fight off a marine battalion.

Conceding defeat Kaster replied, “Very well… Library then.”

They waited on the street in front of the private starport for an air-cab.

“When it lands,” Kaster told her, “You will get in first, and sit on the seat.”

“Of course, Sir.”

“And drop the honorifics.”

“As you wish.”

The ride was short. K’rra used her new found equality of sitting next to her owner to latch on to him. Kaster could only shake his head and enjoy the feel of a woman so devoted to him that she refused to keep her hands off.

The library was a government facility and had a security station to gain access. Few people were in line and a bored guard armored in nothing more than a tunic waved citizens through a scanner. Kaster was surprised that there was no demand for identification, no dna checks, or any effort made to identify them.

He told himself it was looking more like a trap with every passing moment. They’d gotten through security too easily. K’rra would know the building could be locked down trapping him inside. He just waited for the shoe to drop forcing him into a brawl all the way back to the Outlander.

“And what now?” he asked K’rra.

She wrinkled her nose, “Follow me, Dear.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. He’d ordered her not to use honorifics and she still managed to make the term of endearment sound like one. Following her was not unpleasant. In heals her ass swayed in delicious ways making him yearn to tear the dress right off her. It pained him doubly knowing she wore nothing underneath it.

They walked through shelves of all sorts of displays, videos showing the data available to casual users, space operas, action vids, instructionals, even files of text and journals. A space opened wide with long rows of tables. The tables were lined with computer terminals. There were only a scattered few sentients sitting at the computers.

“Why are there so many terminals?”

K’rra shrugged, “On Gyth all these terminals would be in use, every hour of the day. There’s a Federated law that requires so many terminals and so much data be stored based on the population size of the planet. Some worlds spread them over many small libraries. It looks like this world chose to have one large one. Citizens can still access the datafiles from their homes. The buildings themselves are to keep the construction unions happy.”

“Everything’s a law with the Feds, with strings attached to purses.” Kaster sighed.

“It’s the Federated way. Here we go.” K’rra slipped into a chair in front of a terminal. She looked up and gestured to the chair beside her.

Kaster looked around the library. Nearly empty, and with only a few odd patrons, he concluded there was little immediate threat. He took the seat next to her and watched as she worked.

K’rra smiled, then took his hand and placed it on her thigh, under the dress, high on her thigh. She winked, “For encouragement.”

He waited for the ambush as she talked to the computer. “Computer, find ownership records of de-commissioned scout ship, FSS-186400.”

“Searching… Searching… Searching… Public ownership records acquired. Displaying history now.”

A holo-screen appeared showing a long list of records for the ship. K’raa placed her finger in the display scrolling down through nearly a hundred years of buying and selling. The ship had changed hands sixteen times with the last owner reporting it lost to pirates in the Brandak system.

She waved a finger in the holo-display then flicked her finger at Kaster’s datapad. The library computer copied the files to his device.

“The ship wasn’t lost. Jae is seen getting on a functional ship.” Kaster said.

K’rra scrolled through the ships insurance records. “Yeah. Insurance paid out without investigation. A ship that old wouldn’t be worth much, more profitable to cut a check to the owner and not send people to investigate.”

“Bust.” Kaster said.

“Maybe, maybe not. Computer, info on the Brandak system.”

“Searching… Displaying now.”

K’rra scrolled through the data readout. “Crap minerals, crap agriculture… The only thing Brandak has is atmosphere. As you can imagine, few inhabitants, it’s mostly just an outpost on the rimward edge of the Federation. A good place for pirates though.”

“Bust again.” Kaster thought for a moment. “I’m not even sure why we’re looking for the ship. Let’s focus on Jae.”

“Computer, info on Jae of the Fury Order.”

“Searching… Searching… Displaying now.”

K’rra speed read through the entire file. “Unknown birthdate or planet. Fury’s took her in as an orphan. Passed her trials about five years ago. Assigned to a Fury temple on the rimward edge of the Federation… Void fuck me…it’s just a jump or two away from Brandak.”

Kaster and K’rra exchanged a knowing look.

“What do you think of coincidence?” he asked her.

“Statistically probable, given a large enough data set, inevitable. In this instance however, highly unlikely.” K’rra said in a clipped voice falling back into her scientist role. “Are we headed to Brandak?”

“No,” Kaster said, “Let's visit the temple first.”

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Rogue Fury – Part 1