Leaving the bed, K’rra returned to the fresher and unrolled her jumpsuit. She fished out her comm unit and quickly messaged Kaster, “With Doctor and Nurse. Determining what sort of help we can get. Be back soon.”

For a moment, she considered it her duty to slip back into bed next to Bev, but K’rra had gotten no such specific instructions, and Bev was only a temporary master. K’rra owed her nothing but obedience to direct instructions. Her jumpsuit was still damp and aromatic. She didn’t relish the thought of wearing it. In Coalition space, she could simply walk back to the ship naked without worrying about being stopped. She didn’t want to linger, taking time to wash and dry it. The sedatives K’rra had delivered were mild, and Bev could wake on her own at any time. She chose to pull the damp suit back on.

Dressed, K’rra stepped back into the main room, quickly checking that Bev was still sleeping. She went to the door. With a final look back, she tapped the controls and stepped outside.

She walked right into the Doctor. He stood just outside Bev’s door, poised to knock. K’rra looked up surprised, and stepped back.

“Going somewhere?” he asked.

Flustered at this sudden turn, K’rra attempted to recover, “I… ah… Yes, sir. I was returning to my Master aboard his ship.”

“Oh?” The Doctor took a step, following her into Bev’s home. “He reached out, giving you instructions to return?”

“Yes, sir. He did.” K’rra bit her lip with the lie. The implants stung her, detecting the lie and delivering swift punishment. K’rra had to choke back a gasp.

“I see,” the Doctor said, looking over K’rra’s shoulder at the sleeping Bev. His piercing eyes returned to her, “Show me.”

K’rra froze. She’d just lied to a free person. The implants had detected it and, in their corrective behavior, had vibrated painfully against her clit and nipples. They continued pulsing sharply against her as she fought to control her expressions under the assault.

“Well?” he demanded, watching her face intently.

“I…” K’rra could feel the tempo of pain increasing. Unless she did something to alleviate her stress response throughout the lie, the pain would continue escalating until she was reduced to writhing agony. There was another alternative. “I apologize, sir. I lied. My Master did not contact me.”

As she hung her head in fear and shame, the painful nips from the piercings subsided immediately.

The Doctor gestured deeper into the apartment, “Let’s chat with Bev, shall we?”

“Yes, sir.” K’rra turned and walked to the bed.

She reached up to remove the jumpsuit, but the Doctor stopped her, “Keep that on. Kneel.”

K’rra sank to her knees and stared dejectedly at the floor. She forced her mind blank, knowing punishment would soon follow. Worrying about what it might be would not help her situation.

The Doctor sat on the bed beside the still-sleeping Bev and gently nudged her. “Bev. Wake up.”

He shook her gently until she roused.

Lifting her head, Bev stared at the Doctor, then at K’rra through bleary eyes. “What? What’s happening?”

“I came by to check on your evening with the new toy. And funny enough, even though you seemed very excited by the prospect, you were sleeping through it,” the Doctor said. He turned to K’rra, “Did you drug her?”

K’rra replied quickly, “No, sir.” Technically, this was true. She’d used hormones from an implanted organ, not synthesized drugs. However, she knew that she was lying to the question's intent. The piercings nipped at her angrily.

“Are you alright?” The Doctor asked Bev.

Bev sat up, naked, not caring that the Doctor was sitting next to her. “I’m fine. What’s going on?”

“I came to drop by, see how things are going with your little plaything for the evening, and caught her leaving.”

“Is that so?” Bev glared down at K’rra as she knelt. “You weren’t told you could leave, were you?”

“No, miss. I was also not told I was required to stay.”

Bev got to her feet and stood before K’rra, still kneeling. Even though K’rra’s eyes were averted, she could see that Bev was still glistening in juices. “Are you sassing me, slave?”

“No, miss. I meant only to return to my legal Master.”

“You don’t have a legal master in the Federation, you stupid cow.”

“In Federated space, I believe, I am free to choose if I have a Master. While not legally binding as slavery is in the Coalition, I would not be kink shamed, miss.”

The slap came with full force, its smack resounding loudly in the small room. “Now that, is sass.”

“My apologies, miss. I did not intend to offend, only tell the truth.”

The Doctor interjected, “It’s lovely that the slave is so… honest and forthright. When I asked why she was leaving, she lied, saying her master bade her return.”

K’rra closed her eyes. She’d never faced such a grievous protocol error in all her time in Hol Vydon’s harem. The free universe was a tangled mess of conflicting freedoms and customs.

“You lied to my guest?” Bev spat at the kneeling slave.

The Doctor said, “Yes. Confessed to it openly as well.”

K’rra wanted to say something, but the rules were confusing, given the situation. In the Coalition, they could punish her as long as there was no permanent damage. However, that was muddled by the fact that her Master had not given them specific permission to borrow her. Operating by Hol Vydon’s rules, she would be obligated to serve with or without his direct permission. She was house chattel and available to any guest. Kaster had not changed these rules when she was given to him, so K’rra continued operating under them. Being a free woman pretending to be a slave in the Federation only made things murkier and more complicated. She continued her servitude following the Coalition and Hol Vydon rules. Kaster could change that if he saw fit later.

“I deserve to be punished.” K’rra blurted out.

A moment of silence hung in the room. Then the two Humans began laughing.

“Oh, your wish is granted, lying cunt.” Bev snapped.

“As if there were any doubt,” the Doctor added. He reached across the bed and plucked the control wand from a side table. “Shall we just let her implants do all the work? I hear it's excruciating.”

“No.” Bev said cooly, “I want to deliver it myself. She insulted me, lied to my guest. I want her to know every sting is from my hand.”

“Well, she did lie to me. So, at least allow me to offer my belt.”

“Gladly,” Bev replied as the Doctor slipped a thin leather strip from his pants.

The Doctor pointed to an emergency handhold mounted high on one wall. It was a safety feature in case the artificial gravity failed. “There. She can hold on to that.”

“You don’t have restraints for your slave?” Bev asked.

“I do. I suppose I could have him bring them.”

“Please do. She won’t be able to hold on to that for as long as I plan to beat her.”

While the Doctor used a personal comm to instruct his slave to bring restraints, Bev ordered K’rra to strip. Once naked, Bev led K’rra to the wall and demanded she hold the bar mounted above her head. When K’rra reached up and grabbed it, Bev shoved her against the wall. The chill across her front made her jump, and her nipples hardened painfully, doubly so with the piercing now pulsing a steady erotic throb.

Closing her eyes, K’rra pressed her forehead against the wall. No standards had been set. This wasn’t a punishment where a rule had been broken and a set amount of strikes were now owed. This was going to be a sadistic exercise to break her and titillate. K’rra breathed slowly and evenly to keep herself calm. It was a shame none of her augments offered anti-anxiety hormones. K’rra knew, however, that such a thing would be a waste of money. A slave's augments were not for itself but to appease others.

Deep down, K’rra knew she deserved it. She’d broken protocol and destroyed the masters’ trust. She deserved whatever punishment they could meet out. She knew these rank amateurs would have no hope of matching the intensity that Hol Vydon’s trained professionals could muster. If they were able to bring her to tears, K’rra welcomed it. She deserved no less.

“I want an apology with every lash, lying whore.”

“Yes, miss.” K’rra said, and the belt cut her across the ass. She yelped and added, “I’m sorry, miss.”

“Sorry for what?” Another burning hot slice slashed across her cheeks.

“I’m sorry for lying, miss.”

“And what are you?” Another lash struck, lower across bared thighs.

When K’rra’s breath returned, she added quickly, “For being a lying whore, miss.”

“All together now.” Another blow landed, burning fiercely. Bev wasn’t holding back at all.

K’rra gasped, “I’m sorry for being a lying whore.”

“Better!” Bev yelled, swinging again.

K’rra smashed a knee into the wall, trying to get away from the blow, “I’m a lying whore.”

“I know what you are, you dumb sow. Apologize for it.” Two more blows sliced down stinging K’rra to the core.

K’rra tried to keep up, but it was impossible. The strikes knifed into her skin faster than she could apologize. In no time, she was crying and, soon after that, begging. “Please, miss. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. Please, please. Please.”

After a particularly nasty slice to her backside, K’rra screamed and let go of the bar. She tried to press herself through the wall as her hands went to cover her ass. Blinded by tears and pain, she collapsed against the wall and slid to the floor, curling fetal as her hands tried to protect her enflamed ass.

“Get up!” Bev yelled, striking the fallen slave with the belt a few times, “Get your lazy ass back in position.”

“Mercy, please, miss.” K’rra sobbed, trying to regain her composure. Her ass and thighs were on fire, stinging to the bone. She could feel her legs shaking uncontrollably, and the tears would not stop. She just needed a moment to pull herself back together and be of service again.

A chime interrupted these thoughts. K’rra looked up from her fetal position to see the Doctor open the door. Another Human male, shorter and softer looking, was ushered in. He carried a duffle bag that the now naked Doctor rifled through.

Even through the haze of pain, K’rra was shocked to see the Doctor without clothing. He found a pair of binds in the bag and handed them to the still-naked Bev. The newcomer was the only one wearing clothes, and he lost them when the Doctor demanded that they be removed. The Doctor and his partner moved to the bed, the Doctor taking a seat on it while the shorter and much younger man knelt between his legs.

“Now we can proceed properly,” The Doctor said as Bev advanced on K’rra.

“Stand up, slut.” Bev ordered.

On shaky legs, K’rra forced herself up. Bev captured one wrist and locked a manacle on it. She then pointed up to the handhold. “Loop the other through there.”

“Yes, miss,” K’rra said with a sob. She did as instructed and was rewarded with a second bound wrist.

“Don’t you dare turn unless told to.”

“Yes, miss.”

Between groans, the Doctor called out. “Let's make it more interesting. Make her count in multiples of ten.”

Bev snorted, “You hear that, lying whore?”

“Yes, miss.”

Bev leaned in close, her skin touching, burning K’rra’s backside. She whispered, “Be a good girl and serve like you mean it.”

K’rra dispaired. It was the type of thing said to a slave when things were about to get very difficult. She sobbed, “Yes, miss.”

The blows started hard and fast, almost taking the breath out of K’rra, “ten, twenty, thirty, fourty, fifty…”

When Bev slowed to rest her exhausted arm, K’rra had gotten up to two hundred and forty. She’d danced, lifted her legs, jerked her ass back and forth, and pressed herself so hard to the wall she thought she might phase through it. With a ragged breath, K’rra kept repeating the last number, a life preserver to keep her mind on track, “Two hundred forty, two hundred forty.”

The Doctor continued groaning from his slave’s ministrations. He still found the energy to make further suggestions. “Make her count backward now, in roots of the original numbers.”

Degenerrate star, thought K’rra, the man was a sadist. She started doing the calculations before the belt even came back down on her burning skin.

“Fifteen and a half, fifteen point two, fourteen point eight…”

At ten and a half, K’rra broke and spun sideways to avoid the blows. Through a haze of tears and sobbing wails, she begged for mercy. Incoherent, she danced, yanking at the cuffs as blows rained down on her tummy, tits, and cunt. Every blow was a biting sting, sending her deeper and deeper to darkened places. Through it all, the piercings kept feeding her pleasure, heating her clit and nipples, tearing her apart. Lucid thoughts became impossible, and she melted, fading away from reality.

Cold water splashed across her skin. K’rra woke with a start. She hung from her wrists, still bound to the handhold, dangling and on display for the three Humans. The Doctor stood flushed, his cock flaccid and bright red, well used. His slave knelt at the Doctors feet, juices smeared across his face. His eyes devoured K’rra, and the erection told K’rra he was more than interested. Probably also all too happy to have had someone else be on the receiving end of the show.

Bev approached. Her naked skin shone with a glow of sweat. When K’rra saw the belt still in her hand, she shuddered and involuntarily tried backing away. Bev wrapped her arms around K’rra, pulling the blue slave into her embrace.

“You were such a good girl.” Bev cooed. “Such a beautiful, good girl.”

K’rra had tried so hard to obey. She’d tried so hard to count as she was told. She’d tried so hard to remain in position. Being told she had done well when she thought she’d failed was monumental. It affirmed that even though she had broken protocol, she’d done all she could to redeem herself, and it was met with approval.

She pressed her head to Bev’s shoulder and felt hands wrap around her.

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