Into the Black

“Oh, MASTER!” Nyna screamed as I bottomed out within her once again. After my ‘talk’ with the two new slaves, I had wasted little time sampling their delicious bodies. Nyna was straddling my lap, her breasts shaking as she bounced up and down upon my rod like the wanton slut I’d programmed her to be, at least temporarily. She shuddered, and her backed arched before she fell forward, clearly a bit spent, even as I released within her.

This was our second round, and it became clear that Nyna did not have the stamina that I had. But then, I had been undergoing very vigorous ‘exercise’ at the hands (and tongues, and… ahem) of five beautiful women for the last few weeks, doing my best to satisfy them all (a feat I am not ashamed to say that I would not have managed without the enhanced stats of this game body).

Pushing the spent knelfi girl off me, I looked down at Sana, who had spent all this time in ‘kitty’ mode, curled up and watching the two of us. She looked like she was in a bit of… well, let us just call it distress. And I guess I had no choice but to help her out with that distress, right? “Present.” A simple command, but the Stepford collar’s protocols told her what it meant, and made sure she complied.

Turning over, Sana gave off a loud “Nyan” as she stretched like a cat, and then turned away from me on all fours, arching her back to present her cute butt and sex to me. With a grin, I reached out and touched the wetness I knew would be there. I slipped a finger inside her, to a husky “Meow!”

It was almost four hours later when the dawn broke, but I’d only managed a quick nap in that time. I could sleep on the ride back to the capitol, of course. For now, I was content to have thoroughly educated the new slaves on what their duties would be. Nyna was shaping up nicely, having accepted her position, and seeing that sliver of hope that I might make her a captain if I ever have a second ship. It was a small hope, but it seemed to sustain her, which was enough for now.

Sana, on the other hand, was helpless in the state I had her locked in. I made her walk on all fours and act like a cat while we weren’t around others, but even when we had company, she could not speak unless spoken to, and I had implanted several commands to ensure obedience, if not loyalty. Inside her head, she was still mourning the loss of her ‘purity’. It seems she had always wanted her first time to go to someone she loved, or something like that. A hopeless romantic in the military. Those were rare finds, indeed.

At any rate, I let her stew in her own circumstances while we got to the Harvester. With the help of Shearah and Nyna, we were able to quickly get the Harvester up and running again, and we took it back to the position where it had been stolen from, and used the repaired communications to get a flyer out to pick up the Harvester. Once we had confirmed the Flyer had control of the Harvester, we got in the shuttle, and headed back to keen-Arra.