“Inspect, floor.” The Xuriant captain barked.

K’rra moved without thought, pressing her back flat to the floor, spreading her legs wide open and moving her hands to the top of her head.

“This is good, slave-girl. You know your place.” The captain’s long grey fingers remained inside her stroking the fires.

“Yes, sir.” She breathed wanting more in her. Not just for her own selfish physical reasons of climax and affirmation, but to further guide him along the path she saw leading to disentanglement from the pirates. Her hook was in and she just needed to reel him in now.

“And tell me,” the captain said as his fingers worked inside her. “Just how is it that this one’s throat can please a man so easily?”

K’rra gasped shocked that he would ask so directly about the extra muscles at the back of her throat. The half-lidded seductive look melted from her face. As she went to sit up his hand lashed out and grabbed her by the throat. He forced her back down to the floor and pressed his weight forward letting his bulk choke the words from her.

“And how is it this slave can work a man’s cock so magically in such a tight cunt?” he said slowly, the look in his eyes deadly serious as he stared into hers.

“And how does a slave’s holes remain wet being stuffed for hours? Without clamping, without cramping?”

She tried speaking but words could not come out. Her hands reached up to the wrists breaking all her training. A good slave would let her master choke her to unconsciousness, but this was not her master. She had been trying to manipulate him into waking her master, but the plan was coming rapidly unwound.

“This one will let you answer, but answer me you will.” His eyes stared into hers.

He released her throat, but his fingers deep inside her curled cruelly, reminding her he was still in complete control. Choking out strangled coughs her hands went to her throat. She looked up at him with wide eyes, fear coursing through her. In just moments she had gone from being in-control to worried that whatever she said would make him hurt her.

“Answers are owed slave girl.”

“Yes, sir.” K’rra closed her eyes letting the fear course through her. The emotion itself was a relatively new experience. Nothing in her upbringing or schooling had prepared her for the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. If nothing else it sharpened her focus, thoughts came rapidly as she considered the best path through this tangle of a mess.

“I’ve been altered, sir.” She choked out.

“And how does this mean?”

“Hol Vydon my original owner wasn’t satisfied with natural women. His slaves go through a series of surgeries, augmentations, to make us able to please in ways nature didn’t intend.”

“This one’s throat is such a thing?”

“Yes, sir. I’ve had extra muscles grafted throughout my Oro- and Laryngo- Pharynxes. They apply additional pressure points to please men. Additionally, the Nasopharynx was extended behind these down to the Vocal Folds to ensure breathing was possible even if there was an obstruction all the way to the back of the throat.”

“And this means?”

“Not only can I breathe when a cock is stuffed down my throat, additional muscles ensure that a man is well pleased while he is filling me.”

“And these are the only mouth augments a slave girl has?”

K’rra juggled the info in her head debating whether to tell him or not. His hand lashed out. The slap made stars dance in her head causing an audible gasp. Tears welled in her eyes.

He barked, “I want telling, not considering. Tell me all slave girl.”

“Additional glands were placed at the back of my tongue, they release Oxytocin, Vasopressin, and Norepinephrine. Hormones typically release during coital sex.” She blinked up at him.

“And these do?”

K’rra winced but continued before he could strike her again, “These are hormones that are typically released during sex, they cause sexual arousal, euphoria, and bonding.”

“And these are all the girl has?”

“No, sir. The same has been done with my ass, and cunt. More muscles. More hormonal glands. Additional lubricant secretors. The Hol didn’t just want sex slaves, he wanted the ultimate fuck dolls.”

“And why might the great Hol add all these hormones to his slave girls?”

“He never told me.” K’rra said in honesty.

Stars danced in her eyes as the meaty sound of his hand smacking her echoed in the room. “Tell you he may not. But this slave girl is a clever little cunt. She knows, does she not?”

K’rra nodded.

“Then the girl best be telling.”

“Hol Vydon’s harem is not for the Hol. We are for the guests. Everyone that enjoys our charms become enslaved themselves. They become addicted, make offers, eventually plead anything to have us. They make deals with the devil.”

The captain’s dark gaze burrowed into her. “Yes… this explains. I was planning to offer the hunter a price for you.”

K’rra couldn’t imagine the effect that eight solid hours of exposure to all her hormone-dripping glands must have had on the captain. His confession was exactly what she was afraid of, he was addicted to her. He would have offered to pay, but now… the look in his eyes screamed betrayal. He was angry at the Hol for the trick his slave’s cunt had played on him. And angry knowing the bounty hunter would be addicted as well. His eyes said it all, violence loomed in the future.

She clutched at him, throwing her arms around his neck, “Please, sir. Just take me. Leave the bounty hunter and the Fury and take me with you.”

The Xuriant considered it. “And if the hunter feels as I do? Only blood will settle this.”

A frantic knock hammered at the door. A voice yelled, “Captain, we got problems!”

“What problems might these be?” the captain yelled back.

“The hunter has awoken. He is asking for you.”

“Infinite hells!” the captain screamed, “Drugged to oblivion was my command.”

“We drugged him heavily cap, coma level and then some. He woke anyway.”

The captain snarled looking at K’rra then back to the door, “Tell him, I will be there shortly.”

The captain turned back to K’rra. She whimpered, “Please, sir. Just take me, I beg you.”

“Your job had been done, slave girl. Men will sort the rest now.” He pushed K’rra away and stood.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, sir.”

Slipping into his pants the Xurian explained, “It does. That one will hunt you across the galaxy. Hunt me for you, girl. Kill my crew for you, girl.

“I can talk him out of it.”

“No… it ends here.” He said, taking a belt with a blaster from behind the padding and strapping it across his hips.

Pulling on a shirt the captain moved towards the door.

K’rra scrambled up and rushed to the captain. He turned and caught her arms then pulled her into an embrace. She struggled against him.

“All things can be achieved through reason. A compromise can be found and acted upon.”

“And your hunter, he is reasonable?”

K’rra wanted to blurt out that he would be if she asked… but she knew it was a lie. He was impulsive and rash, too young with too few defeats. She held her tongue.

“This is what I thought.” The captain said. He squeezed her choking any words she might have tried saying.

She wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all, but that would be a pure emotional outburst accomplishing nothing. If only she’d had ten more minutes with the captain, she could have fucked him silly, bathed his brain in hormones, and suggested a completely different course of action.

Her hand snaked down trying to find his cock. It was a final desperate move fueled by thin whisps of hope and nothing more.

“No slave girl,” the captain said, “you’ve already used your weapons.”

He shoved K’rra away and went through the door.

She hadn’t cried since Sir had given her the white dress. When the door wouldn’t open to her commands she pressed her face to it and cried. In that moment she loathed everything Hol Vydon had done to her. The stinging in her throat wasn’t in joy this time, no matter how the future played out there would only be death coming back through this door.

Thoughts of her first meeting with Kaster came to mind. Her harem madame had pointed him out at the dinner table, explaining the Hol wanted special attention paid to him. Wanted his cock tied in so many knots it would be impossible to straighten. K’rra had smiled and told her mistress, “With pleasure.”

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Rogue Fury – Part 1