She kept the blaster aimed at the doctor for two long hours. Kaster breathed rhythmically, sometimes grinding his teeth and sometimes wincing. The first time he flinched, K’rra wanted to throw the gun aside and rush to him. A hard glance from him kept her in her place. She had a job to do.

As much as she hated seeing Kaster in pain, he’d given her an order. As a slave, she was bound to follow it. It was her duty and her pleasure to carry it out to completion. Even if she hated the task, knowing it was her Master’s wish made her want to perfect it. It was her sacred duty.

When he was finished, the doctor pushed back away from the patient, relieved they both had survived. Kaster’s stump had been transformed. Where it was once all flesh, there was now a metal ring capping the stump off. Wires from the universal mount had been directly grafted into his nervous system. Any bionic appendage could now be attached in place of the missing arm.

Through clenched teeth, Kaster said, “And?”

“I’ve only got a rudimentary servo-arm.” The Doctor said as he moved towards the office door. “I’ll fetch it.”

K’rra lifted the blaster, ready to end the Doctor if he touched the door.

“Wait.” Kaster grimaced. “Tell her where it is.”

“Supply cabinet in the back room.”

K’rra was afraid to lower the gun. She asked her Master, “Will you be okay alone with him?”

Kaster laughed, “Where do you think I got the blaster? The sod pulled it on me when I was having a chat with him earlier.”

Unable to resist any longer, she asked, “How did you find us?”

Kaster looked hard at her, then realized his willful slave wasn’t going anywhere until satisfied he was cogent. “You were missing. We were docked. I waited. I called. I decided to look for a clinic. Found it. Waited some more. Then he showed up. I asked if a Gythian had inquired about services, and he lied. Lied so much I knew something was up. He invited me into the clinic to see if he could help find you and pulled the gun on me.”

“Oh, stars…” K’rra whispered.

“Yeah. I asked him very nicely to put the gun away. Then I broke his nose. Told him his fingers, arms, and neck were all next if he didn’t start talking.” Kaster looked back at the Doctor in disgust. “He didn’t even risk one finger. Took me right to you.”

“Thank the void.” She breathed.

“As you can tell, I’m alert and lucid. Go get the bionics.”

“Yes, Sir.”

K’rra left the Doctor’s office. She considered putting the safety back on but decided against it. They were still in a bad situation, and she might actually need to use the firearm. She stopped before the supply cabinet to examine the weapon and familiarize herself with it. It had been a long damn time since she fired one in boot camp.

When she returned to the office with the only bionic arm she could find, Kaster was hunched in his seat. He looked tired, worn out, smaller. K’rra felt the same way. She’d been run ragged in her time with the Doctor and his friends. She just wanted to collapse. Once she got her Master to safety.

Kaster snapped the robotic arm onto the metal ring on his stump. The servos whined to life, and the arm came alive. He spent a moment testing it out, bending, flexing, and spreading his fingers.

“Doctor,” Kaster said. “I trust that you won’t do anything stupid like calling security or bounty hunters on us?”

“I wouldn’t think of it.”

“Good. Because if we’re ship-locked, I won’t just be stuck on this station. You’ll be stuck on it with me as well.”

“We are in complete agreement. I want you as far away from me as possible.”

“Let’s go, K’rra,” Kaster said.

K’rra shook her head. “No, Sir.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry, Sir. But we can’t let him live.”

“Hey! Get your slave under control.” The Doctor yelped.

“K’rra, we don’t have time for this.”

“Sir, if we don’t silence him, he will report us. He’ll let us go. Maybe even check to see that we’ve jumped away. And then he’ll contact the bounty hunter he knows. That’s why he came to the clinic during the sleep-shifts.”

Kaster laughed, “That’s why you were here late at night?”

“Sir,” the Doctor blurted out. “I have no idea who you are. But she is a wanted fugitive by the Federation. There’s a huge bounty for her.”

Kaster looked back at K’rra. It was the first time she’d seen anything close to confusion on his face. “There’s a bounty on you?”

Her world was unraveling. She’d hoped Kaster would never find out. But it was the stupid dreaming of a child. She just wanted everything to go back to where it was on Kahhsirylaq, the library, her sensual service to him, the white dress he gave her. Everything was so perfect then.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered.

Kaster nodded, confusion melting away into determination. He stood, saying, “Okay, we need to leave now. We’re not killing the Doctor.”

“Thank you,” the Doctor gasped.

“He tortured me.”

“I didn’t”

“Liar!” K’rra screamed lifting the blaster for better aim.

“No, I swear it wasn’t what you say.”

“You purposely hurt me for your sick pleasure.”

“I can explain!”

“Enough!” Kaster yelled.

Both K’rra and the Doctor took a step away from each other as if slapped.

“K’rra, is killing the Doctor the smart thing? Or an emotional thing?”

Eyes brimming with tears, K’rra struggled with the question. When she pulled the trigger, it was a surprise, even to herself.

The Doctor screamed in agony, “My leg! My leg!”

Kaster moved faster than she could track, snatching the blaster from her trembling hands.

“He’ll live.” She said as the Doctor wailed.

“Let’s go.”

“Wait,” K’rra begged, “One last thing.”

She dug into the office medical cabinet and tossed a hypo to the corner, where the Doctor clutched his knee and rocked.

Kaster threw an arm around her as he exited the office, asking, “What was that?”

“Anesthetic.” She said, “I couldn’t just leave him there in pain.”

K’rra tucked herself under his real arm, letting him use her as a crutch. She half-dragged him back to the Outlander. Once inside, he went straight to the cockpit.

“Can you chart us a jump?”

“Where to?” K’rra asked as she pulled up a map of nearby systems.

“Don’t care. Just make it over six hours.”

Six hours of sleep sounded absolutely blissful. K’rra eyeballed the nearest stars and picked one at random.

“Comp is plotting,” she told him. “Nav in five minutes.”

Kaster slipped on a wired headset, called up docking control, and got permission to leave. In moments they were reversing out of their berth and into space. She collapsed on the back of his piloting chair, letting her arms dangle over to touch his chest and stomach. Unable to resist, she pressed her lips behind his ear and muzzled him. She wanted to sleep so badly, wanted to feel him lying next to her.

“Ready for jump,” he announced as the ship speakers pinged.

K’rra threw herself into a crash couch and held on. The universe stuttered, and they entered jump space. K’rra helped her Master up and dragged him to his room.

Laying him in his bed, she gently tugged all his clothes away until he was naked. She then ripped off her soiled jumpsuit, aghast that she’d forgotten how gross it had become because of Bev. K’rra vowed to come back someday. She had unfinished business with the nurse.

Naked, she slid in next to Kaster. This is where she wanted to be. Closing her eyes, she imagined them flying through the galaxy without a care in the universe, fucking endlessly, and spending every moment together. He would be her rock, the foundation of her every moment, and she would be his slave, his desire, his comfort and softness, never wanting or needing for the care she took of him.

Reaching down, she stroked him. Even though she was battered and aching, she wanted to give herself to him completely. She wanted to show him how much she relished being in his service. She struggled to keep her eyes open as he began softly snoring. Sleep descended on her.

She woke when Kaster roused. Everything still ached. She pushed herself down under the covers and took him in her mouth. She teased him, twirling her tongue, letting him slide out while she sucked heavily, gliding her lips along him. This was her everything. She wanted him hard and pleased. She wanted him to know that it was her that made him feel.

A hand tightened in her hair but did not pull her away. Satisfied to the center of her being, she continued, applying more pressure, sucking more, taking him deeper, until she was fucking him with her face. She stroked him along his belly and thighs, cupped him, and squeezed. And was delighted when he tensed up and came in her mouth. She sucked hard, draining him.

Finished, she returned to lie next to him. She was so happy that after all he’d suffered for her, she could please him this way. Even though she was sore everywhere, if he asked, she would offer anything. The thought of doing so even though she was in pain simply reinforced that she was his to use. Her pain in his use would only add to the complete and utter ownership.

He snaked his arm under her and crushed her to him. It felt so amazingly right in every sense. She wanted to stay this way forever.

“We need to talk,” he said. K’rra hated hearing the words. Just give me another moment of bliss, she thought. Finally, she nodded into his flesh arm.

“Tell me about the bounty.”

She sighed. She would tell him everything. She would be completely honest, she vowed, leaving nothing out. There was a huge risk that it would change everything. The money on her bounty alone might make him turn her in. But there was worse and worse. She hoped for a quick death if it came to that. And she worried it might just.

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Rogue Fury – Part 1