K’rra floated back into her body. She’d been moved, her face shoved between Bev’s legs.

“It’s about time you woke up, you lazy cunt.” Bev said.

“I’m sorry, miss,” K’rra said, too dazed and dizzy to comprehend any of what was happening around her.

Bev’s hands were in K’rra’s hair, guiding the slave's face back into the Human woman's pussy. “It’s not going to lick itself.”

Exhausted, all K’rra could muster was pressing her face to the older woman’s cunt. “Please, miss. Everything is sore. I’m so tired.”

Bev reared back and slapped her. When K’rra tried to flinch away, Bev wound a fist in her hair, pulling her head to expose a cheek. The rain of slaps came down hard as Bev barked, “How dare you? You are a slave. You do as you are told. You are nothing. I am a free woman, something you will never be ever again, you worthless hole.”

“I’m sorry, miss.” K’rra cried, thrusting her tongue and trying to lap at Cev’s lips. It was so difficult. She was more exhausted than she’d ever been, even in naval boot camp. Somehow, she found the reserves to push on, lapping at her miss, desperate to end the parade of slaps across her cheek.

“Don’t just sit there looking like an idiot Simp. Get your cock back in her.”

K’rra gave a shuddering moan. She was sore and well beyond use. As Simp slid back into her from behind, K’rra couldn’t manage anymore. She was no longer able to keep her tongue out, no longer able to pleasure her miss. The universe faded away into an inky darkness.

A pounding woke K’rra from her slumber. She was startled and tried to sit up. Everything was sore. Her muscles ached from the hours of beatings and fuckings she’d endured. Even after she’d passed out, she knew Bev and the other slave had continued tormenting her until they, too, were exhausted.

Bev groaned and sat up in bed. K’rra tried to sit up but found she was strapped down. There was something inside her, in addition to the implants, buzzing away. She tried to reach down to remove it but couldn’t.

“Chaos!” Bev yelled, “Just come in Andin.”

The door slid open, and the doctor stood there a moment, taking in what he saw. K’rra heavily bruised tied face down, Bev still naked beside her, and the Simp struggling to sit up on the floor next to the bed.

K’rra saw that the doctor looked disheveled. It took another moment for the bloody nose and busted lip to register. The doctor was suddenly shoved into the apartment hard. Behind him stood Kaster, his eyes ablaze in anger.

Exhausted as she was, K’rra wanted to jump up and rush to him. The binds holding her refused to yield even as she pulled mightily at them. Then she realized what she must look like. Bruised and battered, it wasn’t what she wanted him to see at all. She pushed her face back into the bed, wanting to cry.

The hissed shut, and Kaster asked icily, “What’s going on here?”

“Who the fuck are you?” Bev demanded. “Andin, who is this?”

“The slave’s owner,” the doctor said. “He doesn’t seem pleased that we used his property without permission.”

“You can’t just barge into my home without permission.” Bev yelled.

K’rra snuck a look over her shoulder to see what was happening. Kaster’s eyes caught hers. He looked angry, more angry than she’d ever seen a person. She wanted to bury her face in the bed again but instead watched.

Eyes burning in rage, Kaster turned his attention back to Bev, “That’s where you’re wrong. A bounty hunter in pursuit of his quarry can enter any property in order to remain on track. Bounty hunters are independent contractors. We are not the law, don’t represent the state, and therefore are not bound by the same restrictions as law enforcement agencies.

“Voidblast!” Bev snarled as she reached for the bedside comm unit, “I’m calling security.”

Kaster lifted a hand, and the comm flew from Bev’s hands. He caught it with ease and crushed it in his fist. Fragments of plastic fell to the floor as his hand dropped to his side, as if she were a gunslinger getting ready to draw. “You may want to rethink getting any authorities involved. Especially after participating in a kidnapping.”

“Kidnapping? She’s a slave. Kidnapping doesn’t apply to her kind.” Bev stated.

“Bev, maybe just let this go?” The doctor pleaded.

“Slavery is illegal in Federated space. Kidnapping does apply.” Kaster said, cooly.

Bev shook her head, “Oh no. She came willingly.”

“Did she? Or was she told to come? I see ample evidence of duress on her body. I don’t think willingly is going to apply here.”

“You can ask the slut yourself. We simply asked her to come.”

“There’s no need,” Kaster said. “I know her. She wouldn’t willingly come to such a hovel unless coerced. You ordered her as a slave, knowing her training wouldn’t let her say no. Is that about right K’rra?”

It wasn’t true. Deep down, K’rra thought she could convince the doctor and her nurse to give Kaster the medical treatment he needed. In her egoism, she’d wanted to prove to Kaster that she could provide for him as he’d done for her. She knew now that slaves were just a liability. She couldn’t even say the words, not with all these others looking at her. Tears welled up and threatened to spill down her cheeks.

“It doesn’t matter,” Kaster barked out. “She’ll be leaving with me.”

“No!” the Simp creamed, leaping up to his feet. It was the first time K’rra had heard his voice. Both the Doctor and Bev looked surprised as well. The Simp advanced on Kaster, fists up and ready for a fight.

“Simp!” The Doctor yelled, “Stand down!”

“No!” The Simp screamed, “She’s the first plaything I’ve had in ages, and I won’t let her go. Even if you aren’t man enough yourself.”

“I’m going to tan that hide of yours if you don’t start comporting yourself respectfully, slave.” The Doctor yelled.

“Void you will!” The Simp hollered and rushed the Doctor. The two ended up on the floor, fists swinging as they grappled.

“What in the literal fuck?” Kaster asked.

“He may be a worthless slave with a cock, but he’s right.” Bev hissed. “K’rra is staying with us.”

“I’m on a station infected with madness.” Kaster looked around incredulously.

Bev, who had been inching closer to the edge of the bed, pushed off and raced at Kaster. She ran screaming at him swinging her fist in ridiculous haymakers. Kaster stepped aside, letting the naked woman fly past him, then his foot shot up, kicking her in the back of the head. She smashed into a wall and slid to a crumpled heap.

Kaster strode to the bed with no other intent than unbinding K’rra. The Simp saw this and screamed. He delivered a series of savage punches to the Doctor and disentangled himself, rushing at Kaster. With a spin, Kaster dodged the Simp's attempt to tackle him. He then grabbed the naked slave man and flung him into a wall. The Simp hit it face first, staggered back a few paces, then collapsed.

“Get yourself together, K’rra. We’re leaving this madhouse.”

“Yes, Sir,” All too eager to have him release her bindings.

He worked at with one hand, then called out, “I wouldn’t go anywhere Doctor. You and I have business.”

The Doctor, who had pulled himself up off the floor, was inching ever closer to the front door. He stopped and lifted his hands in surrender.

When the bindings came off, K’rra, even though still worn out and exhausted, launched herself into Kaster’s one arm. She crushed him in a hug that risked sending him back into a coma. She cried, “Sir! Oh, Sir. Are you alright? Please, what can I do for you?”

“I’m fine, K’rra. Just fine.” He said, trying to pull her off himself. “I need you to get dressed. We’re leaving.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Kaster eyed the doctor, “You’re not going to try and jump me to keep the slave girl?”

“No, no. Let's discuss business.”

Kaster nodded, “Good. What in the void is going on?”

“I honestly don’t know.” The Doctor replied.

“We’re going back to your office. To settle business.” Kaster said and pointed to his stump.

Once K’rra was dressed, the three left. Kaster kept his hand on the collar of the Doctor's jacket. K’rra followed, anxious about the last day’s events. She knew she’d have to explain everything to Kaster when the dust settled, which made her anxious and fearful. There was a very real possibility he would leave her or worse.

When they got to the clinic, Kaster forced the Doctor into his office and motioned K’rra to follow.

“I need an arm,” Kaster said.

“The best I can do is mechanical.” The Doctor said.

“Fine. Let's see the specs.”

While Kaster and the Doctor discussed mechanical limbs over the screen of a workstation, K’rra fretted about the upcoming conversation she would have. She paced nervously by the door.

“K’rra, I need you.” Kaster said.

“Yes, Sir?”

He drew a handgun and pressed it to her palm. For a moment, K’rra expected to feel burning agony. Instead of the implant feedback preventing slaves from touching weapons, she felt the cool metal grip of a firearm.

“You know how to use this?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. He’s going to perform surgery on me. You need to watch the monitors. If anything changes to yellow or red, you shoot him right in the face.”

“Yes, Sir. Gladly.”

Kaster nodded. “Okay, Doc. Let's do this.”

“You need to let me give you more than a local anesthetic. I’ll be attaching control points directly to your nerves.”

“Not going to happen. I’ll ignore what I can. But trust me, she will shoot you if I start crashing.”

“That’s exactly why I need to give you a general. You can’t be awake through this.”

“Do your job Doc. I’ll worry about the pain.”

“You can do whatever you want,” The Doctor said, “I just don’t want her shooting me when you blank out.”

Kaster looked at K’rra. She had the weapon's safety off and was holding it in both hands. Currently, it was aimed at the floor, but the moment surgery began, K’rra knew she would be looking at the doctor through the gun sights. He nodded, and K’rra felt sick to her stomach.

Sitting in nothing more than an office chair, Kaster spread the fingers of his right-hand side, then pressed and pinched on the muscles of his left shoulder. “I’m ready. Work fast.”

The Doctor sighed and pulled a medscanner up to Kaster’s stump. He then selected a laser knife and looked one last time at his conscious patient. Kaster nodded.

The Doctor leaned in and begin cutting.

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