The Doctor stood and paced around K’rra.

She breathed in, pushing her chest out as he inspected her. Her hands trembled on her thighs. No matter what she did or where she went on her own, it seemed the whole galaxy was ready to take advantage of a slave girl.

The Doctor came around in front of her. She kept her eyes down on the spot between her spread knees. The palms of her hands felt as wet as her throbbing cunt. The implants buzzed softly against her clit and nipples, building up enough heat to keep her on edge, then cooling down so she was never at risk of climax. It left her in a state of anxious need. She wanted the Doctor, anyone really, to reach down and cup her, grope her, fuck her wildly.

He placed a foot between her knees. The intrusion into her space left a singular impression. He could penetrate her, her space, her body, and her thoughts at any time, whenever he wanted. She had no say in the matter.

She shivered, not from cold but from nervous anticipation. Her palms felt sweaty, the pits of her arms hot. When this happened, she knew her body was weaponizing. She had no control over the musk glands built into her body along with the other goodies. Pheremones leaked out of her, and they would be amping the Doctor up, increasing his arousal with every breath.

The booted foot slid forward, deeper between her naked parted thighs. K’rra could only see his ankle but felt an invisible heat from the presence of toes planted just beneath her. They were so close to her center, so close to the tiny nub of metal vibrating her ever closer to that edge. She knew if he just lifted his boot a fraction, she’d feel him so wetly against her that she’d explode. She felt powerless beneath him, tiny, small. It was what she had always wanted to feel, at the complete and total mercy of another.

“Polish my boot.” The Doctor said.

“Yes, sir.” She breathed.

She placed her hands on the ground and affirmed that she only had to lower herself by a hairbreadth so that his foot could touch her. When her slick lips touched the smooth leather, her core sparked with energy. She could feel the piercing vibrating madly between her fleshy nub and his cold, stiff leather. She gasped loudly, wanting to explode on him.

Wrapping her arms around his knee, she pressed her pelvis forward, coating him in her juices. Sliding across him felt so deliciously wonderful. She immediately lost herself grinding against him, coating his boot in her essence. Pressing her forehead to his bent knee, she felt her body moving of its own accord, humping on him like an animal in heat. Her classmates would be horrified to see her like this, a proud Gythian reduced to a rutting beast. The shame of it felt delicious.

Stealing a glance up, she saw him toying with a control wand. She bit her lip, fearing what came next. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Your biorhythms are off the charts Gyth.”

“Yes, sir.” She whimpered.

“You get off being put in your place.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You are a failure to your people. The haughty and arrogant Gyth, but look at you. A naked rutting slave, aching for release.”

She moaned, wincing her eyes shut. Bottom of her class, never good enough for her parents, this is where she belonged. This is precisely what she deserved, forced to perform the most banal, crass acts for the amusement of a lesser species. No other species were as accomplished as her people, and yet here she was, serving such a pedestrian task.

“I’m turning off your inhibitors.” The Doctor said, “the implants will no longer deny you orgasm.”

“Please, sir.” K’rra begged, she knew before he even said what the effects would be.

“Don’t you dare climax until I tell you to. You can slip over that edge now unintentionally. And a filthy little cunt like you wants to, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir. Please…”

“No. Don’t you slow down. Keep moving that ass. Polish that boot to a fucking shine. Soak it with your juices. And don’t you fucking dare cum.”

K’rra was reduced to whining grunts, pressing herself against the Doctor, grinding against him, rotating her hips, and pushing her clit to him steadily. She could feel everything inside her tensing. She was rushing to the apex far too fast.

“Please, sir… I’m not a Gyth any longer… I’m just a fuck toy. A slut. A cunt for you to enjoy.”

“Look at me hole.”

She forced herself to look up, to open her eyes through the haze of need. He spit on her. He covered her face in his saliva. She was garbage. Her hips continued bucking against him as that thought echoed in her mind.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She whimpered, her voice rising in octaves.

“You are sorry. A horny bitch that couldn’t stop herself. You nasty filthy little cunt.”

And the climax hit her. Rushed through her like a tidal wave. She lost herself in it, clutching to him for dear life as her hips took on a mind of their own. She could feel her sodden lips shoving against him, could imagine how base and degrading she must look from his perspective. And still, she continued grinding. Her wail filled the exam room. She winced her eyes shut and screamed. The release was overwhelming, flooding and draining from her.

From far off, she heard the Doctor say, “A squirter too… you are a nasty piece of filth.”

All she could do was cling to his leg for dear life as the convulsions bucked her body. Her words came out of her mouth incoherently, just as her thoughts did. While she rode the wave, clutching at him like a life preserver, he reached down and shoved her away.

When the convulsions slowed K’rra found herself lying in a pool of her own fluids. Looking up at the clothed Doctor only made her feel smaller, less. Her hands went to her cunt. The slightest brush against her clit was unbearable pain. As she quivered, the Doctor looked down at her with utter contempt. Finally, she thought, the universe had given her what she needed, a good, solid grounding. She could only go up from here.

The door opened and the Human woman glared, “Doctor, they can hear you all the way to the next system.”

“Relax Bevv, I’m pretty certain everyone has expectations of what’s happening in here when I’m alone with a… freshly liberated… slave girl.”

“They certainly do spread rumors about it. But you’ve never been with one so vocal. It will increase the tempo of rumors for certain.” The nurse said, “Chaos knows, I even thought you might actually be fucking her.”

The Doctor laughed, “Yeah, she’s still not my type. Any word from a missing owner?”

“No. The net is quiet.” Nurse Bevv explained, then addressed K’rra, “For stars’ sake you filthy tramp. Kneel. Don’t just lie there in your slut juices.”

“Yes, ma’am.” K’rra grunted as she scrambled back into her kneeling position. The slap surprised her.

“It’s Miss.” Bevv glared angrily down at the kneeling slave, her hand poised to strike again.

“Yes, miss. My apologies.”

The Doctor interjected, “Shifts almost over, no word from a missing owner. Why don’t you keep her for the evening?”

Bevv patted K’rra on the cheek that had just been struck. “Oh I’d love an evening to keep this one in line.”

The Doctor laughed, “I figured. I’m not entirely sure why, but this one made me want to play with my own toys hard tonight.”

“Like I said, it sounded like you were fucking this blue whore’s brains out. Go play, I’ll take her from here, Doctor.”

The Doctor gave the wand to Bevv and departed. Bevv stood over K’rra, staring at her, making K’rra squirm uncomfortably. She didn’t relish the thought of an evening alone with this woman. Men might be cruel in brutish, simple ways, but K’rra’s experience was that women were creatively wicked at being cruel.

“Look at you,” Bevv said evenly. “A proud Gyth in a puddle of her own filth. You must be proud.”

“No, miss.”

“Lying whore. Look at the mess you made. Don’t think for a second that I’m going to clean up after you like some puppy. Is that what you were hoping for, puppy?”

“No, miss.”

“Well then, clean it up.”

K’rra looked around for something to clean with, then glanced up at Bevv. The older woman shook her head, “Use your tongue, puppy.”

No further thought was needed, K’rra bent down and began lapping her own ejaculate off the floor. She cleared her mind and concentrated on the work, ignoring the taste, the grit, that her bare ass was up and exposed. She simply was, doing as told.

“Look at me.” Bevv demanded.

When K’rra looked up there with a mechanical click. Bevv stared at a small imaging device in her hands, “Perfect.” She turned the device so that K’rra could see the image of herself, on her knees, a wet mess across her face and thighs, kneeling in a puddle of her own making. “Really captures the essence of a service slut. Don’t you think?”

K’rra blushed a deep azure, “Yes, miss.”

“You’ve barely even gotten any of it up. This will take all evening shift at this pace.” She stepped away then kicked K’rra’s jumpsuit into the mess. “Finish up with that.”

K’rra took the garment, the only clothing she’d been able to purchase for herself in the last few years. At least it wasn’t master’s dress. She mopped the floor with her clothing, “Yes, miss.”

When she was done, the floor was only marginally cleaner. Her jumpsuit, however, was sodden and stained. She worried briefly about the effects her discharge might have in the room. Her cum was tailored to mix with insane amounts of Oxytocin and other hormones. Enough to make a two ton Vintobeast fall in love with her. If the floor wasn’t properly sterilized she wondered if traces might be transferred to any wandering through the room. K’rra was beginning to understand why Hol Vydon had kept such tight tabs on his harem. Each girl was a walking time bomb. But it had been Vydon himself who let K’rra go. Was this a test? Had he done this before in the past?

“Go on, get dressed.” Bevv sneered. “I know filthy little slave whores like you prefer having your bare ass hanging out, but in the Federation, we have some standards. So put your filthy whore suit on. I want everyone to see what a disgusting mess you are.”

“Yes, miss,” K’rra said as she pulled the sodden jumpsuit on. It was damp, cold, clammy, and stained in splotches. Chances were no one would know it was her juices, unless they had a very sensitive nose for cunt. When she was done she slipped into the Inspect position and waited.

“Good girl. As a reward I might let you cum tonight… but don’t count on it.” Bevv eyed the slave at her mercy, a wicked smile on her face as she thought of all the games they would play. She pointed the wand at K’rra,“We’re going to leave the clinic now. I want you to stay right behind me, off to one side, so I can keep an eye on you. I have the wand and will zap your ass into oblivion if you try anything. Understood?”

“Yes, miss.”

“For a Gyth, you have a remarkably limited vocabulary. Let’s go.”

As they entered the foyer K’rra took position just behind and to the right of the nurse.

“You know, I really wondered about you. Thought the Doc was fucking you. Everyone in the street certainly thinks so. You must have been a slave a long damn time to have that effect on men. Even ones that ain’t so interested in women.”

“No, miss. I’ve only been a slave for the last two years.”

Bevv stopped and turned looking K’rra up and down. “You must have been quite the little cocksucker on Gyth then. They run you out of system for being a floozy?”

“No, miss. I was captured by pirates then sold in the Coalition.”

“Huh… Well, you did a number on the Doctor. Must be a motherly type thing, big tits, a little extra padding, and that soft face. All men, no matter the age, just want to crawl back into cunt, right?”

“I’m sorry, miss. I don’t know human customs well. Sex for Gyths is purely procreational.”

“Are you fucking with me, slave girl?”

“No, miss.”

“Because everything about you screams fuck meat. No way in the galaxy anyone but a Gyth would look at you and think procreation.”

“Thank you, miss?”

Bevv turned and started walking again, heading towards the hub of elevators. “So, do the slaver implants have a heightened effect on you? Maybe because you people are so tight-assed, it turned you into a fuck machine?”

“I’m sorry, miss. I wouldn’t know. My studies were in the hard sciences.”

“Hmm… So, since you were a slave, were you trained to please women?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Do Gythians do that?”

“No, miss. Culturally, it was heavily discouraged, to the point that I was shocked the first time I was told to perform that way.”

“Shocked? Does it make you feel dirty?”

K’rra swallowed, it did. “I’m a slave, miss. My feelings have no bearing on my duties.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. It shames you to have to push your face into another woman’s cunt.”

“Like I said, miss. It’s not for me to judge my master’s wishes.”

“Just my luck,” Bevv said, looking back angrily over her shoulder at K’rra. “I finally get my hands on a slave for a night, and she’s afraid of vagina. I know how the Doc feels… except he has a little twink he keeps locked up. If I could just find one girl that knew how to find the clit, I’d lock her away as well.”

They stopped at the elevators with a small crowd. Bevv asked no more questions while others were nearby. They rode to a residential level and walked alone down a long corridor. The silence was a welcome relief from Bevv’s pointed questions. They arrived at a door to an apartment, and Bevv waved it open. She stepped aside and gestured for K’rra to enter first.

When K’rra stepped inside, the lights winked on. It was a simple, clean, and utterly utilitarian room. There was a fold-down bed in one corner, drawers built into wall space, and a small kitchenette attached to the main room. A door inside most likely led to a fresher. The place was tiny but functional, almost like a room on a starship.

A fistful of fingers wound into K’rra’s hair, yanking her head back, and she was pushed into the center of the room, then forced down to her knees. Bevv stood over her, her lips right against K’rra’s ear.

“You are mine for the night, you little whore. You understand that?”

“Yes, miss,” K’rra begged, wincing in pain.

“I don’t give a fuck about your mores, cultural appropriateness, or how much you hate eating a woman out. You will fucking perform tonight as if your life depends on it. Got it?”

“Yes, miss.”

“Good. Because you are going to be eating a lot of pussy. You are going to be played with. Called names. Stuffed with things. And if you fail to please me in any little thing, I will beat that ass black and blue… or maybe just a lot more black since you’re halfway there.”

“Yes, miss.”

“Good. Now get out of those filthy cunt drippy clothes and get your ass into the fresher.”

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