Kaster woke slowly groaning as the universe came back in focus. His cock was engulfed by a pair of warm wet lips with a tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his shaft. Ever so slowly the sucking lips pushed down the length of him forcing out another groan.

There was a popping sound and he felt cool air on his prick.

“Good morning, Master.” K’rra said cheerfully.

“What…”

A warm burning hand squeezed his sacks cutting off his words. He looked down to see K’rra rubbing himself across her face, eyes closed in delight.

“Just relax. Everything is under control.”

“Where…”

There was another harder squeeze this time making him gasp.

“Shh. I warned you. Since we don’t have a medic aboard your chief science officer will have to act as nurse.”

The hands fondling him moved lower, one finger sneaking up the valley of his ass cheeks to touch his pucker. He flinched and forced his head back down into the pillows.

“Don’t you dare.”

She smiled and engulfed him in her mouth. He hissed out, overwhelmed by how good she felt on him. As he was lost in the pleasure of her sucking, he felt her slip two fingers into her mouth, massaging and wetting the digits at once. When the extra fingers vanished, he relaxed just enjoying a simple no frills blowjob.

He felt her hand push up under her and before he could protest, she was touching him where no woman had gone before. Her slick finger invaded quickly making him hiss in and tense. K’rra sucked harder and wriggled finding his button quickly. The worst part about it was his squeal, issued in both violation and an ecstatic feeling he’d never experienced before. With the suction and her massaging, he came quickly and violently. Giggling she drained him, not letting a single drop go to waste.

Kaster lay in bed euphoric and dazed.

K’rra smacked her lips, “You, Master, have a healing kidney. I couldn’t risk a long play session and needed you in his sated state as quickly as possible.”

“Kidney?” Kaster asked, still floating on his high.

“That’s right. You took an enormous piece of shrapnel causing level four penetrating trauma to your left kidney. The autodoc was able to staunch the wound, print you a new piece, and stitch it all back together. That’s the good news.”

“The bad news is that you were running around like an idiot for at least ten minutes bleeding out half your blood supply. Thank the stars, the autodoc was able to whip up an alternative hemoglobin-based oxygen carrier. So, you’ll be hurting until we can get you somewhere and get some real blood back in you.”

“Your autodoc also needs refills on just about everything. So, to supplement pain medications I suggest a steady supplement of blowjobs and prostate massages to keep you in as euphoric a state as possible until we can stop somewhere.”

“I don’t think…”

“Shh, shh, shh.” She placed a finger on his lips. “You are a patient now. As your chief science officer and contingency emergency nurse, you will do exactly as I say.”

“Okay,” he admitted he was too tired to fight her, “But why the…”

“Zip it!” her purple eyes bore into his, “There’s a perfectly logical medical rationale my stupid Master. A prostate massage is the quickest way to get you to climax thus releasing the oxytocin hormones you need for pain relief. It needs to be fast, so you don’t do more stupid things like breach your kidney again. And finally, because I enjoyed watching you squirm, it’s fun... for me. At least”

“You realize I am going to beat you senseless when I can walk again?’

“Oh! Promises…”

She crawled out from his legs and stood next to the gurney. “Like I said, relax, Master. Since I know you’ll fret I’ll give you our mission status. We’re on course for Obeza, the Fury temple you wanted to visit. I’m considering making a stop before that to fill the autodoc. I’ve been lingering in real space post hyper jumps to download news feed data from any system with info-buoys. So far there has been nothing reported publicly about this ship blasting its way out of Kahhsirylaq.

“Kasa-what?”

“Library world. Where you got the kidney piercing.”

She touched his face and leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead. “Get better, Master.”

“Sounds like you’ve got everything under…” he slipped off into a slumber.

He woke later to a gentle rocking that turned into a firm shudder. They’d landed somewhere. Sitting up he could feel agonizing pain in his lower back. Not just agonizing, but crippling.

K’rra, wearing her white dress, entered the room. Her heels clicked across the floor to Kaster’s gurney.

“Good, I’m glad to see you are awake, Master.” She went to the doc controls and an arm swung forward.

Kaster grabbed the robotic arm stopping it in its path. “Where are we?”

With a sigh K’rra explained, “No where important. We’re only a few jumps from Obeza and I thought best to get you patched up before you do something crazy like assault an entire Fury temple solo. We’re here to fill the autodoc… and do a little shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“Yes, Master.” K’rra said stepping over and easing him back down into the pillows, “I need other clothing, work overalls, and plain fashions I can wear more… clandestinely. Also, the food printer needs a fill.”

Kaster nodded, letting gravity pull him back into the bed. The robotic arms whirred back to life.

“There is one little thing,” K’rra said, “do we have any money on board?”

“We should. Hol Vydon was supposed to deliver two crates.”

“Ah. Yes.” She said as the robot arm placed a hypo to Kaster’s neck and hissed. “Those are in the cargo bin. I didn’t realize that’s how you stored your earnings.”

Kaster’s eyes drooped and he slurred out, “Yeah, but watch out, its full of caterpillars…”

“Caterpillars?” K’rra said as Kaster drifted into a drugged slumber. “And Humans say we have the weirdest animals names.”

When Kaster woke again he saw K’rra sitting naked on the floor reading a datapad. The gurney had been cranked down as low as possible putting him at eye level with her chest.

“Master, good afternoon.” She smiled over at him. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Where are we?”

“Final jump to Obeza, we should exit warp space in about nine hours.”

“Nurse K’rra, do I have permission to leave bed?”

“Yes, Master. You have healed exceptionally well, although… you did enter a near catatonic state several times during recovery.”

“Healing sleep.” Kaster told her. “A Fury trick to accelerate recovery.”

He sat up and found that she’d removed his clothing leaving him naked.

“You’ve been trained as a Fury then?” she asked.

“Let’s not get into that just yet.”

“As you wish, Master. In addition to your natural recovery process the autodoc once fully stocked was able to perform a second surgery on your damaged kidney. I also purchased cellular initiators to help speed up the healing process. You should be fully recovered in a matter of days rather than weeks.”

“That’s good news, except that we’ll be in the Obeza system in nine hours.”

“Oh, Master! You can’t possibly mean to visit the Fury temple so quickly.”

“I do. We’re on a hunt, and the less time we give our target the more likely we are to secure them.”

“Do you have a plan?”

Kaster swung his legs off the gurney, “I do, I’m going to walk up and ask to see Jae.”

“Master, I have a bad feeling about this.”

“You have a better plan, slave girl?”

“As a scientist I would advise the scientific method.”

Kaster looked perplexed and asked, “Which is?”

“Observe, question, hypothesize, predict, test.”

“How does that help on a hunt?”

“Honestly, Master, I suspect you already do this, but haven’t verbalized the process before. I watched your fight, and while it happened quickly, you seemed to go through exactly that process without conscious thought.”

“Except for my plan with the temple.”

“It does skip the observe through the hypothesize steps.

Kaster forced himself up from the bed naked, “Walk me through how you might plan it.”

“First…” K’rra rushed up from the floor to him, he stopped her with a wave.

It felt odd to be naked on his own ship. Moreso with another naked person with him. Kaster never wandered the ship without clothes. Even showers were short affairs where he covered himself again as quickly as possible. It was a silly notion, feeling shy in front of the slave. Not only did she have no real say in how he dressed or undressed, they’d fucked multiple times now. It just felt awkward to him, being so openly displayed in front of her.

“I need to do this, to feel where the hurt is.” He stagged across the floor as K’rra followed him.

“So, first I would observe. While we transition to landing, we can look over planetary maps and see what info is available on the temple. I’d also like to directly observe the temple. What goes on there? How many are inside? And we should monitor the news buoys to discover if we’ve been reported as fugitives. Once we have solid info, we can question the best way to approach the problem, make a plan with predicted outcome. Then execute on the plan.”

“Yeah… most of that is implied but unspoken.”

“Like I said, Master, you do use an organized approach, but fail to verbalize. Communicating thoughts aloud can help find areas of weakness and shore those up.”

Kaster staggered through the door and into the common area. He paused and looked at the table in the center of the room. His gear was laid in a grid pattern, belt, comm, datapad, Blade pommel, and an assortment of utility tools, small items like digital lockpicks and a beam cutter.

He moved to the table with effort and looked at his gear, “What’s going on here?”

“Equipment inspection and maintenance. All the gear you were carrying has been tested, energized, and is in full working conditions.”

“You did all this yourself?” he asked rhetorically while turning the WaveBlade in his hand.

“Yes, Master. I saw a need and took the initiative. Given your dangerous lifestyle, I determined that your equipment should be in perfect working order at any moment. If you would allow, I’m more than happy to perform these checks and maintenance with every jump through hyperspace.

“And if any of these things were not up to your standards?”

“I would inform my Master and either repair or maintain said item, or have it replaced.”

Kaster didn’t like the thought of someone else tinkering with his gear. He’d always relied on himself. She didn’t know his peculiarities, how he liked things just so. Every item he inspected was fully charged, in what looked to be better working order than he left it. And yet, the thought of a slave, placed in his care by another with ulterior motives, and tinkering with his gear made him uneasy.

He set the torch he’d picked up back on the table in its place. Without answering her request to continue checking his gear in the future he turned and went to the fresher. K’rra followed nervously expecting him to topple at any moment.

“You don’t need to be here for this.” He said approaching the waste unit.

“No, Master, I do. Consider me your nurse.” She put a hand on his back to steady him then reached around with her other to hold his shaft.

Unsure what to do Kaster relieved himself while she held him. The pain was greater than he expected, and he was glad she was there helping no matter how awkward the moment felt.

“Blood is normal with kidney injuries… there is less than I expected, you are healing well.” She explained.

He finished with a shudder, and she gave him a squeeze. Awkward or not he could feel himself twitching to life in her hand.

She looked up into his eyes, “Master? Are you feeling better?” She gave him another squeeze.

The novelty of the situation rendered him speechless. She quickly worked his shaft with a disposable wipe, squeezing as she did so. His body reacted to her efforts not caring about the location or uniqueness of it all.

“Yes, Master. You are feeling better.” She bent down and kissed his cock head.

“Get me back to bed…” he breathed out to her feeling passions flood through him.

Together, her arm still across his back, they went through the common area as one. He turned toward his room, and she forced him back to the makeshift sick bay. Too weak to properly protest he let her guide him back to the auto-doc.

“I think I’ll have more of those endorphins.” He told her, then shoved her down, face first across the gurney.

“Yes, Master.” She said wriggling herself back against him.

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