“There is no collar on you.” The Xuriant said.

Unsure if it was a statement or question K’rra replied, “No, sir. My master has not had time to issue me one.”

“This is unfortunate. A collar helps tell if a girl is a slave or no. We will make one for you. All of my crew should know you are here for their use.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Bashawn! Bring me something to make a collar for this one,” The captain barked at a passing crew member. The crew member checked his cargo pockets and produced a cargo tie-down. “Hmm, this will do.”

The captain made a loop and threaded the strap through a buckle. He passed the loop over K’rra’s head and tightened it around her neck. The loose end he wound in his hand as a leash. He gave it a tug pulling K’rra into him. “Yes, this is good. A girl is properly secured now. Her status is known to all.”

“Thank you, sir.” K’rra said.

“Let us go. I will sample you, then my whole crew. But first, we must show you, a prize for all.”

K’rra nodded. She’d spent nearly a year in Hol Vydon’s pleasure palace, she’d experienced every depravity imaginable. What some backwater pirate thought was kinky she was certain to feel it was just a Tuesday afternoon.

The Xuriant exited the Outlander through the airlock into a semi-rigid umbilical docking gangway that connected the two ships. The grav fields of both ships provided just enough gravity to cross through the gangway, although it became quite bouncy in the center.

She was pulled along into the other ship. It smelled musky, of men living together and forgetting to clean with enough frequency. It was the scent of a gym with an underlying hint of mechanical degreaser. The musky odor caused small sparks of longing in K’rra’s belly. Flashbacks of orgies past flooded her mind, so many hands and mouths all over every part of her. She had relished being the center of attention, delighted in being used by so many until she was an aching sore mess.

Her captor’s strides were long, and she struggled to keep up, padding along behind him naked. She kept her eyes downcast as she was dragged through various parts of the ship. As they entered each room the captain would call out, letting any crew present know there was a slave aboard who would be available to everyone, after the captain had a chance to sample her. In every room hungry eyes assessed and devoured her.

The desire they felt was undeniable, and she wondered how long they’d been out in space pirating. When she stole glances to see the men appraising her, she knew she’d be used hard, and by many. This too caused tickles of desire, slicking her thighs. It was almost a torture to be paraded around, she just wanted them to start indulging already.

Finally, they arrived at a stateroom she could tell was large for this size of vessel. The first thing she noted was the lack of a bed, and the padding on every surface, floor, walls, and ceiling. She was pulled inside, and then the captain turned and touched a control canceling the artificial gravity.

K’rra felt her tummy lurch weightless then she drifted from the floor. The Xuriant had turned, holding on to the edge of the door frame watching her float away. She didn’t panic, Academy had plenty of zero-G simulations, she knew what to do and how to move, slowly pulling her limbs into a fetal position.

The captain yanked on the leash while gripping the door frame. K’rra rushed towards him slamming into him nakedly. She wrapped her limbs around him in an instant to prevent her from tumbling off backward into the weightless room.

He laughed, “This one knows how to dance.”

“Yes, sir.”

“This is good. Show me your skills. Undress me now. Then you will fuck me as we float.”

“Yes, sir.” She unhooked her arms and tightened her legs around his thighs. She pulled on his shirt lifting it over his head. It drifted off spiraling and changing shapes. Letting her torso drift from his, she made enough room between them to begin working the fastens of his trousers.

Once she loosed the pants she looped her arm around his and held tight pressing her face to his bare chest. The contact with skin felt so good. She unwound her legs and slid her toes down his shins. At the ankles she gripped the fabric in her toes and began monkey-shimmying the garment off him.

“This one is very skilled,” he laughed again.

“Yes, sir,” she said as his cock sprang free. It was much easier to glide the pants off him without his rigid cock acting as a hook in it. When the pants spiraled away she wrapped her legs around him again feeling his hard cock nestled between her thighs. He still held onto the door frame as they floated together.

A hand gathered her hair and pulled her head back. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Lips crushed hers and she felt the fires in her belly ignite into roaring flames. The kiss made her dizzy, but she still had enough control to loosen her limbs from his.

The force of his kiss, and the pull on her hair slid her quickly down his body. So fast in fact that he was surprised when their lips unsealed. She smiled up at him as she slid down, tightening her limbs around him again when she felt his hard cock at her breasts.

With a deft maneuver she repositioned him so that his cock lay between her weightless tits. She pulled forward pressing her chest against him, then pushed her shoulders forward to tighten her blue globes around him. Wriggling like an inchworm she felt his cock gliding between her tits as she massaged him.

“A girl is too good.” He groaned trying to pull her back up by the hair. She relished the sting of it across her scalp but refused to yield. Instead, she redoubled her efforts, pressing her tits against him, milking him as they floated.

She looked down to see his fleshy cock head poking between her globes. With a hawk, she spat at herself. A twisting ball of spit shot down and smooshed on his spear tip. She rolled her shoulders back letting the saliva find shelter between her tits before pressing her shoulder blades forward again trapping cock and spit in her valley. When she inch-wormed he slid along her much easier now. She beamed, smiling back up at him. The only thing she disliked was not being able to touch herself.

He pushed off carefully with his arms sending them in a slow glide across the room. She was impressed that he’d done so without making them tumble, he had some skills himself. As they floated, she mentally reoriented the room, thinking of the doorway as down. The room had no other real furniture in it, without that orientation marker she knew she’d get dizzy and disoriented.

Tugging on her hair he tried to force her back up. She refused, instead she bent down and sucked him into her mouth. Untangling her legs and arms she allowed herself to splay out away from him, holding him just by the suction of her mouth. Her legs stretched out in what she considered up now, with slightly bent knees waiting for what she knew was about to happen.

Her feet touched padding, and she bent her knees, slowly stopping the two. When all of his mass pressed against her, she felt his cock shoved deep into her throat. Her gag reflex had been removed by Hol Vydon’s surgeons. The captain slid as deep as he ever had into any woman’s throat.

She grabbed his ass cheeks with her hands and pushed off with her feet in a slow controlled motion, sending them floating back down the room towards the door. Using her arms to push and pull herself against him, her mouth swallowed all of his long alien cock. Vydon had also altered her throat in another way, a small bundle of nerves that caused intense pleasure when someone tried to gag her. He called it her O-spot. As the captain’s cock head slid across it, she moaned in ecstasy. Her grip on his ass cheeks frantically pulling and pushing to force him across that spot inside her throat.

Whenever he tried pulling her away, K’rra would use mouth suction to keep herself firmly attached. In no time at all he was grunting as if pained, eager for release, but wanting it to last longer.

The captain collided with the door on his back and once again his cock was shoved deep into her throat in such a delicious way. She wished he’d stop trying to pull her off and start slapping the back of her head to make her take it deeper. He shoved his ass backward and they tumbled from the door, this time slowly spinning across the room.

With a violent yanked he ripped her face from his cock, “Enough, slave-girl. I want now to fuck you.”

He pulled her hair, yanking her up his body. K’rra wrapped her legs around his. As his cock slid down the front of her body it left a cool trail of saliva between her tits, down her tummy, and to her bald cunt lips. He reached around her grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her against his crotch. Tightening her legs around his, she rode him cowboy style and he tried to ride her.

She tipped her pelvis just so as he tried to enter her, offering her asshole to him instead. With her lubricating glands, he slid into her easily, filling her ass with his long thin cock. He shoved in eagerly pressing deep into her, touching yet another modification, her A-spot. She squealed and tightened her limbs around him.

He began jackhammering into her, pulling her with his arms and legs while she did the same. They wrestled in mid-air as the room spun lazily around them.

“Fuck me, little blue slave whore.”

The words made K’rra slam herself against him, so close to climax herself. Her legs worked overtime pulling and pushing him against her.

“Please, sir. May this slave cum?” she begged.

“No. Fuck me with that cunt hole, slave.”

K’rra wanted release so bad, but she’d been given an order she wasn’t carrying out. It caused a sudden burst of anxiety in her.

“You're in my ass, sir. It feels so good. Please finish in me.”

He seized up and shoved her. “Nasty filthy slave whore. You think me not good enough for your cunt? Tricking me with that other hole?”

“Please, sir. My cunt belongs to my master. Fill me now with your cum. My cunt is his.”

“You fuck me now, I am your current master. The hole I desire is what I wish. Put me in your cunt, slave whore.”

“Yes, sir.” K’rra whined. She knew resisting would only lead to intense pain from her implants.

Reaching down she gripped his cock and let it pop out of her ass leaving her empty and in need. She lined it against her pussy lips and he yanked his legs shoving into her in one stroke. In her past life, before the surgeries, K’rra would have worried about infections. Her new augments, however, not only lubricated but released cleansing fluids and anti-bacterials that would prevent infections and diseases. She had to admit as he pushed right up to her cervix, that it felt so good. Any guilt she had about not saving her puss for her lovely master was forgotten as she felt herself used the way she was intended.

She clutched at him, using her traditional vaginal muscles, and all the new ones. As he fucked her, she relaxed and began flexing them in sequence, giving him sensations not felt naturally.

“Degenerate star!” he hissed, “Your cunt rotates on my shaft.”

K’rra continued flexing in the sequence she’d been taught. She wondered how it differed from the natural muscles, but men came quickly inside her once she started using her super pussy.

The captain screamed out, climaxing inside her as droplets of jizz and cum spun off their bodies across the spinning room.

“Please, sir, let this slave cum for you.” She begged desperate for her own orgasm, “You won’t believe how it feels.”

“Yes, yes,cum.” He cried out, lost in his own pleasure.

K’rra thrust her hips forward taking his whole length inside. She held him there, feeling all her muscles tensing. And then she exploded. She clutched at him as everything went bright, her world exploding in chaos. Her cunt gripped him, all of her old and new muscles sucking him in and gripping him tightly. As they spasmed around him she rubbed her face in his chest. Trickles of fluids spun in crazy patterns across the room.

She smashed into something, a padded wall across her back. Then his body crashed into her. He grabbed the padded wall and clung to it, crushing K’rra to the wall as he hammered into her. With a final shudder, she squeezed against him riding out a series of orgasms, one for each set of new muscles.

“Fucking stars slave girl… you exhaust a man completely…” He whispered still buried in her.

She nodded behind closed eyes. She had been both born and engineered to be a perfectly pleasing slave.

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