Degenerate Star Part 44 (Mf- Non Consent, Degradation, Humiliation, Slavery, MFF Threesome, sci-fi)

Riley forced herself to look through the orgasm that was so close yet so impossibly far away and focus on the man beneath her. She ground into him, squeezing herself with every thrust, imagining her pussy as a warm velvet glove trying to milk him. Khold threw back his head and groaned, lying there immobile and letting Riley do all the work. He simply wasn’t interested in any effort, letting her drag him moaning to his climax.

She started moaning and sighing, acting as best she could under the circumstances, making him believe it was the greatest sex of her life. It was only a partial lie; the damned implants made even the slightest touches, no matter whom, feel mind-blowing.

Finally, Khold’s fingers dug into Riley's hips hard, and he seemed to lock up. She slammed herself against him furiously milking him with her pussy. And then he groaned and yelled, “Fuck!”

She rode him, slamming him deep in her, feeling everything get absolutely sodden. He leaked out of her and trickled down her thighs. Riley slowed knowing he’d cum, and that he wouldn’t allow her, even if she begged for it.

Khold had a fit of giggles that Riley found utterly unmanly. She was fucking a giant boy, a spoiled one that could hurt anyone around him. She loathed everything about him, especially his soft conciliatory act months ago in the hearings.

He pushed Riley off himself and groaned, “Oh, those mongrels taught you well, Captain. If I could just get this little slag to fuck like that. I’m half tempted to take you up on that offer and keep you for myself. How’d you like a trip to the Coalition Kandi?”

“Whatever you desire sir.”

Riley lay on her back uncomfortably in her own denied desire. “Kandi’s not from the Coalition?”

Khold laughed, “No, just some university slut. But don’t worry about her, she loves her new life with Daddy, don’t you cunt?”

“Yes, sir.” Kandi said meekly.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked Kandi.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She said as she leaned in and sucked his slimy cock into her mouth.

“That’s right, clean all that baby batter up.”

Riley watched Kandi work with disgust… while the implants told her otherwise. “So, sir. I have some ideas for the switch. Shall we discuss?”

“You don’t ever turn off, do you? Naval officer all the way down.” Khold sneered. “It's too bad you’re just a cunt, a couple of men like you would win us this idiotic Dysonian war in a matter of months. Oh well, the longer it drags on…”

“The longer it drags on… what, sir?”

Khold pushed Kandi aside and began scooting towards Riley, “Help me up, Captain. The longer it drags on, the more villas I can afford. Maybe even another secretary or two.”

Riley stood and reached out for Khold. She helped him out with some effort as Kandi exited the bed on the other side. There was a noise in the front room.

Khold barked, “Fucking security dipshits. Kandi, go tell them to piss off for another hour or two. I’ve got a few more holes of the Captain’s a want to fuck first.”

“Yes, sir,” Kandi said and left the bedroom quickly.

Riley was still reeling. She’d volunteered to command in the ongoing war. Federation morality frowned on women fighting in the front lines, and so she got a science ship instead. While the Coalition was seen as a bunch of petty warlords, the Dysoni were painted as a universal threat, a communal economic system that threatened the very existence of the Federation. Somehow the senator was profiting from it. He called the entire struggle, burned ships, wounded soldiers… idiotic.

“How would you get another villa because of the war?”

Khold sat down on the bed and pointed at the floor while inspecting his flaccid cock. “I swear that imbecile can't even clean a cock without having to be held by the hand. Does this look clean to you, Captain?”

“No, sir.” She said falling to her knees inside his. His cock was flabby, and cum lingered in his pubes.

“Well, don’t just look at that glorious sea serpent, clean it the fuck off.” He said while guiding her head to him. “It's all about the kickbacks. Avion ShipSystems wants the Federation to buy so many cruisers, and GalCorp arms them with this many particle guns. All that money changing hands, some of it gets greased into my palms.”

He laughed, continuing, “Then there's the Coalition. Those fuckers are slick, not exactly smart, but clever in a primitive way. Slaves and more money grease palms so they can raid the backend of space while all our men are out on the frontline. There’s a whole fucking system of cocksucking and money changing hands. But you won’t ever need to worry your pretty little head about any of that.”

She pulled her mouth off him for an instant, “You are fucking loathsome.”

Khold laughed from his core, “Oh sweet star’s child, if you only knew. You little people eat up all that bullshit about equality and freedom. And we ride you all the way to the bank. I think I am keeping you. It makes my cock twitch just knowing how much you hate me, how much are you going to hate all the other senators that will get to pork you. And I wanna see that hate in your eyes every time you choke down my cock. For the rest of your life. I’m never going to let you go.”

There was a click, and a deep baritone voice asked, “And what if you're not man enough to keep her?”

Khold froze up and yelped.

When Riley spat him out of her mouth and looked up, she squealed and leaped to her feet. Zed stood behind the senator, holding a wicked-looking blaster to Khold’s head. She threw herself up into him, and one of his arms wrapped around her.

She tried to smother him in kisses but could only reach his neck. Zed remained frozen in place still pressing a pistol to Khold’s head.

“I waited so long for you.” She whispered.

“There was some business to settle. Luckily, I heard there was a job to transport an escaped slave back into Coalition space.”

“Me?” Riley asked incredulously.

“The only one to ever escape.” Zed said, “Of course, they wouldn’t hire me a second time, so I had to convince the captain who got the job to take me along. He’s in his own brig right now.”

“You mutinied another crew for me?”

Zed looked down at her, “Aye, Captain.”

Overwhelmed, and for once in her life, speechless, she could only squeeze him as hard as she could, and hope to never let go.

“This is all very touching,” Khold said. “But I paid good money to have this slave hauled off. Do you intend to honor the deal?”

“Your deal is with another Captain. I’m what you might call a free agent.”

Khold turned around, looking up at the blaster and the enormous man holding it. “I thought you represented Warlord Vartine.”

“Nope, just myself.”

“You may want to drop the gun then. I’ve got six men outside. Commandos, every one of them.”

“Dead. Every one of them.” Zed replied.

Khold looked shaken, he searched Zed’s eyes for any hint of deceit. “Warlord Vartine will be angry, possibly come after…”

Zed cut him off, “I’ve pissed off worse. Frankly, this conversation is beginning to bore me. Captain, what’s your tactical advice in this situation?”

“You can’t ask her!” Khold sputtered. “She’s just a sex slave. A collection of fuck holes and nothing more…”

“Wrong,” Zed said evenly, “She’s my sex slave. And much more than that… Well Captain?”

“I know what I’d like to do…” Riley replied. When she saw Kandi standing in the doorway hugging herself in fright, she changed her mind, “But we should ask Kalee. What would you like to see happen to this piece of shit?”

“I’m a senator! You can’t expect a silly university cunt to understand the implications, the dire fucking consequences of harming a member of the Federation government.”

Kallee shook her head, “Please, take me with you. I don’t want any more trouble. Let's just leave.”

“Not really an answer,” Riley said.

Khold continued, unaware he was being ignored, “The repercussions of which will echo throughout the galaxy. I’m on the defense committee. Admirals, all of them bow down to me and pay for a chance to have lunch…”

Zed Shrugged, “Falls on you then?”

Riley didn’t need to think at all. Twenty minutes ago, she’d been disappointed. Now she hated everything the Federation stood for. Innocent people duped by wolves like Khold. It was just a façade that vile con-men of the worst kind, politicians, hid behind. It made her furious.

“Burn him. Burn them all.”

The single blaster shot echoed loudly in the room.

Months later Riley knelt at Zed’s feet. He looked magnificent in the command chair of a new ship. Riley had helped him pick it out, offering advice at every step.

“Let’s name her the Unnamed II,” he told her two months ago when he walked on the bridge for the first time as owner.

“Zed! No.”

“It’s Zed now, is it?”

“Sir.” She sighed in as honeyed a voice as she could muster, “We can’t possibly name it that.”

The teenage boy came out on his face, something he only did for her, “And why not?”

“Because that’s the name of a two-man fishing boat. Not a military-grade corvette.”

Vgg-r agreed, “She makes a good point.”

“What would you call her?” Zed relented.

Riley thought for a moment. Her life had changed so dramatically. The illusions she once had were painfully taken away. She’d found such happiness, such joy in being able to let go, to do nothing but focus on pleasing Zed. 

“The Unmasked.”

Vgg-r spoke instantly, “Now that is a good name.”

Zed had to try it on, “Zed of the Unmasked. Unmasked…” 

That was where she knelt right now. At his feet on the bridge of the Unmasked.

He kept her naked still, most of the time. Her original piercings were upgraded to newer jeweled pieces. Including one at her navel. Riley had to admit that even clothing had been shackles. She no longer worried about what to wear, how to prepare it, or what others might think. She simply presented herself as is.

Today was one of the rare days she wore clothing, at Zed’s insistence. Whenever there was the threat of combat, he demanded that she wear armor. It took nearly a month to have the duralloy chainmail fabricated. She wore it with pride, knowing it still allowed Zed to see her skin and protected her from the spalling damage of stray fragments if the ship was hit. 

“Contact!” Sarina yelled, “Two Federation ships, six hundred tonnes each.”

“Let's see them.” Zed barked.

The viewport changed, showing two white Federation ships turning on their axis to line up together. They spotted the Unmasked and changed course. Riley identified them in an instant. They were newer very capable frigates, with upgrades learned in the Disoni War. Each was about the same size as the Unmasked, but there were two of them.

A light blinked on Sarina’s console. She reported, “We’re being hailed!”

“Open comms,” Zed ordered.

The bridge filled with the voice and picture of a Federation officer in his combat uniform, also white. “Commander Zed of the Unmasked, prepare to surrender your ship. You are under arrest for privateering, murder, and enslavement. Surrender immediately and submit to a judicial trial.”

“What’s the bounty up to now?” Zed asked the Federation officer.

“I am not a bounty hunter, I am an officer of the…”

Riley looked up and told him, “Eight and a half million, Sir.”

“Hmm, not bad. Is there more for you?”

“About the same, Sir.”

“So? Nine-million for you?”

“I’m afraid so, dear.”

Zed winked at her and stood. “New command on the bridge.”

The bridge crew yelled in unison, “Aye, captain!”

Zed stepped aside and Riley took his place on the command seat.

“What’s the plan?” Zed whispered leaning down to her.

“I’m making it up as we go,” She whispered back. 

To the crew, she barked in a voice all too happy to be back in command of a starship, “Charge! Full speed ahead!”

 

Fini…

Degenerate Star Part 44 (Mf- Non Consent, Degradation, Humiliation, Slavery, Body Shaming, Boot Blacking, MFF Threesome, Double BJ, sci-fi)

Senator Khold walked in, surveyed her modest home, and then planted himself on her sofa. Behind him, a thin, light-haired woman in a short skirt and very professional business suit jacket followed. The woman stopped just in front of the sofa, to one side, and went to her knees. The woman set a datapad on her lap, and then her hands went to the back of her neck, in slave position.

Riley could do nothing but stand there watching in horror, wanting to flee, knowing that if she dared, the pain would be overwhelming.

Khold laughed, “Oh, forgive my manners. I forgot to introduce… This is Kalee, my sexratary. I call her Kandi.”

“What is this?” Riley asked. She struggled to understand why a Federated senator had a Coalition slave. On second glance, one that looked all too much like Riley. Her mouth felt very dry.

“I just wanted to pay you a visit before you are returned.”

“Returned?” Riley asked, still trying to make sense with her frozen mind.

“Yes, returned,” he said irritated and not used to being interrupted. “You know what, captain? Why don’t you kneel like a good little slave?”

Riley bent to go down on her knees, and he stopped her, “No, no. Over here in front of me where I can get a good look at you.”

Riley walked over to him, aware of how his eyes watched her move naked across the room. She knelt in the spot he indicated, right in front of him, her knees almost touching his feet. To her right, in front of her, was Kandi, within touching distance.

“Nice form, you’ve learned the pose well,” Khold said with a lick to his lips. “Lift your hips up so I can see that sweet little cunt of yours better.”

“Yes, sir.” Riley did as instructed, knowing the Senator could see everything. She stole a glance at Kandi, whose knees were wide enough apart that her skirt had slipped up, showing she wore nothing beneath it. She snuck a peak at Riley, then blushing in shame, lipped, ‘I’m sorry.’

“What I would have given to be on that pirate ship. I’ll just bet the crew fucked you non-stop for a month solid.”

“Yes, sir.”

Khold slid a foot forward, between her thighs. “Go ahead and polish my shoe.”

Riley felt an intense wave of pleasure just at the thought of touching herself to his foot. It felt even better when she did it, nearly sending her into a climax immediately.

“You were supposed to be mine.” Khold continued. Riley grabbed his knee with both hands and ground herself against his foot. She wanted desperately to please him, to get herself off, but it just wouldn’t come. “I had to pull a lot of strings. A science ship with all women. Except we couldn’t find a fully complimentary crew. Had to include a single man, which would have cut into our payout.”

He ground his foot against her, and she could feel just how wet she was as she slid across him. “But you, Captain. You were picked out from a dozen girls. Just the right conservative upbringing. Just the right lack of dating in school. Just the right lack of sexual experience. You were going to be my Kandi. A little plaything to mold into the perfect obedient whore for me.”

“I knew the pirates would… wear you in. But only for a few weeks. I could tighten you up later. And after being fucked senseless by every alien scum bag on that ship, you’d be grateful to just serve one owner. Just like Kandi here is grateful.”

“Yes, sir,” Kandi replied meekly.

“But you had to go and ruin the whole fucking plan with an escape. Didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Riley moaned. She wanted to climax, even listening to his gloating monologue, but refused to give him the satisfaction of begging.

“And now I can’t keep you.”

Oh, thank the stars, Riley thought as she continued humping against him. But if not him, who or what then? There was no way he was going to leave her here after explaining all this.

“So sadly, I have to send you back to the Coalition. Can’t have all that wonderful tech lying around for Fed scientists to reverse engineer someday. If they ever built a jammer, it would cost us billions of credits in lost revenue.”

Even though hard to piece together with her pussy screaming for release, Riley asked, “Us?”

“Well, not you, of course. But there are plenty of people who know on the Federation side. We make sure the pirates know where to strike and who to take, and we get our cut. And other fringe benefits. Trips to The Trace to pretend that we are negotiating peace deals with those tinpot warlords.” He laughed, “At taxpayer expense, no less. While really, those scummy warlords just let us tour their most depraved brothels.”

Khold glanced over at Kandi, “And, of course, we get our pick of slaves. Discretely of course. Kandi here is listed as my Senatorial Staff Aide… really, she just aids in milking my prick all day. Isn’t that right cocksucker?”

“Yes, sir,” Kandi replied.

“Why are you still dressed slut? Show some respect to your fellow slave cunt and get that shit off.”

“Yes, sir,” Kandi whispered as her fingers began working the buttons of her jacket. She tossed the garment aside, revealing smooth, pale skin dotted with a galaxy of freckles. She then kicked her legs out, not rising, and slid her skirt off. The high heels she was wearing stayed on and she went immediately back into her kneeling position.

“That’s better,” Khold said. He reached out to stroke Kandi’s head. Kandi winced but dared not flinch away. Riley could see bruises all over the slave’s body and, worse, the crisscrossing of lash marks. Riley was thankful her escape meant she wouldn’t be kept by him. She felt immense sorrow for Kandi, who was obviously not enjoying herself in Riley’s place.

“You two could almost be twins.” Khold said, leering at the two kneeling women, “Turn that cunt around Kandi, and let's see the both of you side by side.”

Kandi crawled over to Riley and turned so they were both facing Khold. He pushed his other foot forward, and Kandi climbed onto it, joining Riley in her task. The two slaves humped side by side.

“Hair is about the same, light reddish, cute on both of you. Kandi has a prettier face. Looks like you’re a little taller captain. Tits, mmm tits, now we’re getting to the important bits. What men really want when they judge a chick.”

Riley listened as she was reduced to body parts, bits and pieces with no value other than to get a man off. Kandi’s breathing was irregular as she wiped herself across Khold’s foot frantically.

“Captain, I have to say your tits are spectacular. Full, firm, like they’ve never been manhandled before. Kandi here is sadly just a little smaller, a little flatter and saggier. What do you say to that Kandi.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t worry, your pretty little cunt about it, we’ll get you blown up soon enough.” He leaned back enjoying degrading the two women. “Let's see now, flat tummies, that’s a wash; both are perfect. My cunt has freckles everywhere though. Add that as another correction we need to get fixed on you Kandi.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hips, pretty similar. But look at that, Riley here has really defined muscles. She is fucking fit. Kandi, have you been working out like you were told?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Doubtful. When we get back to the villa remind me to give you ten lashes for being a lying cunt. And to increase your exercise regimen.”

“Yes, sir.”

Both women were gasping by this point. Frigging themselves on Khold’s shoes desperate to get off.

“Stop,” Khold demanded, and both froze. Riley ached so intensely she wanted to reach down and fan the flames on her clit with slick fingers. 

He pulled his shoes back and peered down from the couch. “Which shoe looks wetter to you, Kandi?”

Kandi looked, trying to stop herself from squirming in the air. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her thighs. Riley guessed in an effort to keep from touching herself.

“The shoe I was working on looks more wet, sir.” 

“Riley, which do you think?”

She looked at each shoe. It was hard to gauge. Each was covered in the other's juices. “I think she’s right, sir.”

“Captain Riley? Are you sure? Are you a frigid little bitch? Why don’t you get as juicy as this fuck slave?”

“I’ve been told that I was a frigid bitch in the past, sir.” She couldn't remember Zed ever making her degrade herself like this. “Maybe I’m not wet to your satisfaction because I need a real man, sir.”

Khold backhanded Riley. It hurt, but Riley turned to look back up at him defiantly. Kandi quaked in fear.

“Well, don’t you fucking worry bitch. You’re going back to the Coalition, where you’ll get stuffed by a hundred real men a day, you fucking slit.”

Khold leaned down and grabbed each woman by the pussy. “Let's see who’s better where it really matters, these little fuck holes.”

He shoved two fingers into Riley. He then began jerking them in and out. The motion wasn’t pleasant at all, and if it weren’t for the implants telling her otherwise, Riley would have cried out rather than moaned.

“Ready?” Khold asked, “When I say, I want you to squeeze, Grab me!”

Riley clenched like she was trying to hold back pee. The soft groans indicated that Kandi was doing the same.

“Just not your day, Captain. Kandi is the winner here, too. Those scumbags must have really loosened you up in their month-long fuckfest.”

“Yes, sir.” Riley hissed back.

“It's not going to save you. I’m still going to sample your fuck holes. But I’m sort of glad that I got this one,” he thumbed at Kandi, “She is turning into a proper slave ready to fuck, suck, and anything else needed. Isn’t that right sweet tits?”

“Yes, sir.”

He stood up with some effort. “Go ahead and get my pants off. Then you two can get me ready. I want you kissing each other through my prick.”

“Yes, sir,” they said in unison.

Riley reached up to Khold’s belt while Kandi undid his pants fasten. In no time at all, they had him bare from his expansive waist down to his knees with too many folds. He sat down again keeping his ass on the edge of the sofa. Good thing I’m leaving, thought Riley. Won’t have to toss out the ass-stained couch.

Kandi approached him gingerly, as if afraid she might damage his cock with a touch. Riley ignored the extra folds of flesh and took it in her hands stroking to work blood in. She leaned in with Kandi and they each pressed their lips to him. Riley knew her implants were working overtime. She had absolutely no attraction to the grotesque man, but just placing her lips on him made her ache with need. 

The two slave’s lips brushed against each other, with Khold’s cock trapped between. 

“Fucking void,” he gasped.

Riley wanted to get him off as fast as possible, so she used her tongue on the fleshy underside of his shaft. Kandi, however, wasn’t keeping the same fluid movements. Riley reached out and touched Kandi’s face gently as a way of apology, then grabbed a fistful of hair and began guiding her. 

They worked together, Riley yanking the other slave's hair as they slid back and forth on Khold’s shaft. 

“Singularity.” Khold hissed, “You learned that in just a month, Captain? I think I need to send Kandi-cunt here with you to the Coalition for some training.”

There was info in him that Riley might be able to use. She pulled Kandi’s hair forcing the other woman up over Khold’s cockhead. With a push, she shoved Kandi down, making her swallow the shaft.

“Who’s taking me off world?” Riley asked huskily, staring at Khold’s cock like it was the most amazing thing in the galaxy.

Khold laughed, “The fuck should I know? Some raider Coalition trash.”

“The same ones that failed to bring me back to you?”

He looked down at her, then smacked her with an open hand across the top of her head. “Why are you asking questions? You should be sucking. I can fuck Kandi’s mouth any time I want, you’re supposed to be a treat.”

Riley kept her rage in check and asked demurely, “I’m sorry, sir. I was just thinking. You could send Kandi and keep me. The raiders wouldn’t know. And I wouldn’t have to go back to the Coalition.”

Khold cocked an eyebrow, and she could practically see the gears in his head spinning. “Some risk in keeping you. You look like Captain Riley, after all.”

She ignored the wounded look on Kandi’s face and kept pressing the slave down Khold's partially erect cock. She ran nails up along his thighs and replied, “I don’t think the other senators will care or call you out on it. You could show them how you played the system and still got me. Or there’s surgery if you aren’t that bold.”

He erupted in laughter, “No wonder you escaped Captain. You are the first one to ever do that. You know exactly how to play to keep a man interested and distracted. And that sounds like a dangerous combination.” 

“But worth it.” She breathed, letting just a little fry sneak into her voice as she gestured to Kandi, “The pirates trained me for a month straight. I know things now that a dopey naive bitch like this will never understand. And… I know three more slaves not too far from here.”

“Your crew? Already gone. Why don’t you think they call anymore?”

“A shame, sir.” Riley was stunned but couldn’t risk showing it, She continued, “We were all trained together. You wouldn’t believe the things we can do now. Thanks to your implants.”

“I’ll just bet,” he said.

“My bedroom is just there. Let me show you if you have any doubts.”

“Tell you what Captain Cunty, let’s go try you out.” He shoved Kandi off his still soft prick, “Go on, help me up.”

The two slaves pulled Khold up with some effort. He easily weighed more than the both of them together. Riley took his hand and led him to her… the Federation’s bedroom. Inside she was seething, so angry she thought her neck might snap all of its own accord. When she turned back to smile at him, she imagined him dying horribly at her hands, at her bare hands. It was the only way she could fake a genuine smile. 

Khold moved up to the head of the bed and then rolled onto it. He ended up on his back half-sitting in a mountain of pillows against the headboard. He’d lost his pants and shoes in the journey, but still wore the expensive tunic. Riley was glad. She noticed his breasts and didn’t want to see them in the flesh.

He slapped his thighs. “Climb on you dirty little whore, and let's see exactly what they taught you.”

Riley climbed up on him, throwing a leg over him and sliding herself down to his crotch. He was still too soft. Repulsed, but driven by lust, Riley bucked her hips slowly against him forcing her wet pussy over his cock. She stroked him with her lips while she put her hands on his shoulders. Tipping her head back to pretend to enjoy the ride. 

She even tried closing her eyes to pretend it was Zed. While they might be the same mass, there was a huge tactile difference between the feel of muscles and flab. She ground into him, eager to get him off, to stall, to think of anything that might get her out of this mess. She’d escaped a better man than him. 

Khold groaned for a bit, then barked, “Kandi, don’t just sit there, you lazy bitch. Get a hand in and stroke me. When I’m hard slip me into this cunt.”

Riley shifted, giving the other slave room to reach in and help out. Eventually, the two of them got Khold hard enough to penetrate Riley. And Riley was breathless. It had been almost a year. At this point, she was past caring. It felt so amazing to be so completely filled with something, anything, that she began bucking and fighting to climb to her orgasm.

No wonder she was the first. A year later all it took was one flip of a switch. To get her going again. To get her implants fully engaged. Even in the throes of chasing an orgasm, something nagged at a corner of her mind. How was the switch thrown? He had a wand but wasn’t using it for just pleasure/pain; her implants were fully operational. They were reading her, feeding her desires, and amplifying them.

“Where is it?” Riley gasped.

Between grunts, Khold asked, “You orgasm? You haven’t earned it yet.”

“No,” she moaned trying to focus. “The overseer.”

Khold laughed. He grabbed Riley's hips and began slamming her down on him. “You think you can turn it off? I’d like to see you try, Captain. Outside is my security detail, a half dozen ex-special forces. And in the middle of them is my car, with a portable overseer in the trunk. Void willing, I’d pay good credits to watch that. Now how about you beg.”

She winced her eyes shutting out everything, especially the vision of Khold. As he moved in her, teased her into an aching mess, she knew he’d never give her release. So begging was out of the question. She’d only beg for Zed.

It was inside his car… she probably couldn’t approach the overseer or tinker with it… but if she could drive the car backward into something… the ache was overwhelming. She couldn’t tell how long she’d been edging on this monster.

“Help her out,” Khold said.

Kandi reached down, slid her fingers along Riley's belly, and found her. When she pressed a finger against Riley's clit, Riley could feel the implant vibrating madly, pausing randomly to keep her from going over the edge. She wanted to scream. She drove down harder into Khold. Maybe if she could make him climax the torment would end.

Degenerate Star Part 44 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, intrusion, humiliation, sci-fi)

“And it was while under the influence of illegal narcotic… excuse me, hallucinogenic drugs that you engaged in acts of moral turpitude with a junior crew member, a Lieutenant Vysuthe Terellia. Is that correct?” Admiral Wilton asked.

This was, without a doubt, the most humiliating event in Riley’s life. She’d been paraded naked for a month aboard a pirate ship, forced to do so many debasing carnal things, made to enjoy them, and was shamed in front of her crew. She was fully clothed, came willingly, and had been free to give her accounts of the events that had transpired, the loss of her ship and enslavement of her crew, also their escape. Even in that freedom to wear and communicate, she felt more shamed than she ever had at Zed’s mercy.

She wanted to explain that she’d been under the influence in order to test an escape plan, that the incident had been accidental, that, that, that... Then she realized this point had nothing to do with the larger narrative that pirates were operating freely in the backwaters of Federated space.

She stared down the rectangular conference table, older men and women stared back at her. Some were dressed in Federation uniforms, Admirals, and Generals, while others wore civilian business attire. So far, the civilians had not asked any questions, content to exchange knowing glances.

“Yes, sir… But this doesn’t seem to address the larger issue of why raiders are so deep inside…”

She was cut off, “Thank you for answering the question, captain. I just wanted to be sure that I understood the context of your liaisons and possible harassment of a junior officer.”

“Harassment? Those things inside us made us…”

Another admiral cut her off, “You have to admit, captain, that even under duress, there are minimum standards of decorum expected in the behavior of Federation officers.”

“Well, of course, but…”

“And in light of the various allegations that the surviving crew reported in their de-briefings…”

Riley was the one interrupting this time. “Allegations? I saw their reports. They documented everything truthfully. I didn’t see any allegations.”

The men and women around the table gave each other glances. Riley blushed. She knew exactly what was in the hundreds of pages the four rescued from the lifeboat had reported. Details of every degradation, assault, and humiliation. A month of time at the hands of captors with no rescue by the Federation. Her crew instead had to make their own escape, losing two in the process.

A corpulent man in a luxurious business suit spread out his hands in a gesture of conciliation, “Miss Riley, do you mind if I call you Shay?”

The nameplate on the table identified him as Senator Khold of the Defense Appropriations Committee. Fury still pounding through her veins, Riley replied, “I’d prefer, captain.”

He nodded earnestly, “Of course. Captain. I apologize for how some of the questions may sound, especially in light of the harrowing circumstances your crew faced. We are just trying to understand the nature of the incident and how something like this might be avoided in the future.”

“You can start by telling soldiers and sailors what they’re facing out there…”

Admiral Wilton interjected while turning to address the senators in the room, “Military high command is fully aware of the dangers the Coalition has…”

“No. No, we’re not. I was never briefed…” Riley started,

“At ease! Captain.” Wilton shouted. An uncomfortable hush fell in the room. He then continued, “As of this moment, Captain, you are dismissed. Thank you for your testimony.”

Riley stood looking around the table, no one would return her gaze. “If I may sir? When can I expect reassignment?”

Wilton looked up at her, “Shortly. When you are officially released from the sick roster.”

Two marines in dress uniforms advanced on Riley. One gestured to the door behind her. More than anything she wanted to find out if she’d be assigned another ship. Based on the embarrassed looks from those around the table she guessed her military career was over.

An air car took her to the hospital where she’d been a resident for the last two months in the Post Traumatic Stress ward. As she replayed the events of the conference in her mind she kept coming to the same conclusion. She would never fly a Federation ship again.

After a bland supper in the hospital’s galley, surrounded by sailors and soldiers missing limbs, Riley went back to her recovery room to find a man in a business suit waiting for her.

“Sorry for the intrusion. I’m Colonel Andresyn with JAG.” A military lawyer, those were never a good thing. He held out a hand and gave her a very handsome smile. Riley wondered just how many women he made weak in the knees with it. Hers were fine, Zed could crush his pretty face with one hand.

“Sir,” she said, “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Well, there is,” he seemed flustered. She wondered if she’d robbed him of a chance to butter her up with small talk, “Admiral Wilton and the rest of the command staff wanted me to ask you if you would be willing to resign your commission.” 

And there it was. She would never command again.

Andresyn continued, “On a personal note, I’d like to say…”

She interrupted with her own smile, “Why would I resign? I did everything I could to rescue my crew and return to Federated space.”

Flustered again for a moment, his smile returned, trying to melt her and failing, “I completely sympathize with you. Knowing everything that you went through and the impossible odds you faced, it's really a miracle that your crew had someone as resourceful as you to guide them…”

“You’ve read the reports?”

He blushed, she did not. “Umm, well yes. As your council, I was required to…”

“You’re my council? You represent me?”

Unused to this treatment, he was beginning to look like a fawn caught in headlights. “Yes, Miss Riley. I’ve been assigned your case and…”

“Miss Riley?” She knew what he was trying to do, trying to use the word Miss to condition her into already thinking of herself out of the military. He had no idea how deep and more effective Pavlovian training went. And she’d walked through those fires.

He responded, “I’m sorry… I guess technically it is still Captain…”

“But only technically?”

He stared at her, incredulous that he could barely finish a sentence without his verbal tactics being laid openly bare.

Stammering he asked, “Could we sit down? Maybe start again from the beginning?”

She sighed, “I don’t think that it’s necessary, Colonel. At the end of your flattering rationale for why I should resign, you will reluctantly tell me that if I don’t, I’m probably looking at judicial punishment, a court marshal. For what? Loss of a ship? Two crew members?”

“Gross dereliction of duty, and action not in accordance with military standards.” He said.

Riley nodded. The pain in the back of her throat threatened tears. Blast if she was going to let this weasel see them. She wanted to fight, just as she had on the bridge of the Unnamed. But she knew every action aboard Zed’s ship would be dredged out and presented to a military panel of judges who’d never seen combat, never been at risk of capture, never been at risk of being out of morning coffee.

She managed to choke out, “And the conditions of resignation?”

“The Federation has set aside millions of square kilometers of farmland on Birria, a small agricultural world, as secondary benefits for wounded soldiers. You’d receive an isolated farm to do with as you please, although technically, it would still belong to the Federation. Also, a lifelong survivor’s pension.”

She said nothing. Riley just stared at him trying to comprehend why it had come to this.

“There is one other condition,” he said, getting back into his groove of bowling doe-eyed women over, “You would need to sign a non-disclosure as well. You couldn’t talk about the incident with anyone. Not even friends or family.”

“And if I refuse?”

“As your defense lawyer, I’d advise against it. The case they are putting together is highly likely to win.”

“And the results if they win?”

“A pretty lengthy prison term and complete loss of rank.” He let the last words hang in the hospital room between them.

She closed her eyes. Life had been so much simpler when all she had to do was kneel. She longed so badly for that. Anything would be better than endlessly navigating legal weasels and the unending stream of psychologists urging her to talk her feelings out.

Trapped, was how she felt. And the only way to deal with an ambush was to get out of it as quickly as possible. “Give me your fucking pen.”

Riley watched the setting sun and the twin moons rise over the horizon. She sipped the last of her kafe and Baily’s then went inside her small home. Correction, the small home the Federation was letting her live in rent-free.

Six long months had passed. Six months with little to do but think. She was trapped now far away from everyone on a little farm on a planet at the edge of nowhere. She filled her day with long walks debating about whether she should learn to actually farm. Right now, though, it just felt good having nothing to do.

The four survivors kept in touch, calling each once a week at first. As the months dragged on, their calls became less frequent. Riley tearfully apologized to Geller for thinking she’d been the one telling all their plans to Zed when it had been K’rra all along. Maxwell refused to ever mention their capture. As a soil specialist, he immersed himself in running his tiny farm and was the first to stop calling altogether. Geller was the next, and while Riley enjoyed those moments of connection, she understood the botanist's awkwardness. She, too, threw herself into farming. The calls lasted longest with Terellia, although she also drifted away in time. All her crew had skills perfectly suited for farming life. Riley did not.

When asked by surgeons about her piercings, Riley demanded they be left and not removed. She explained they’d be scars, mementos to help her remember. They then explained the controller unit could not be removed. It had been fused to her spine, efforts to severe it might result in permanent paralysis. Somehow, for some reason, Riley felt comforted, knowing it was a reminder she would carry with her for the rest of her life.

She tried watching the news to pass the time and battle the ennui, but the reports were so saccharine and obviously biased that she quickly lost all interest. Even reading soon lost interest, the fiction too naive, and the nonfiction too breathlessly propagandistic. Her world dulled into a colorless existence.

So, every night, she would go out on her porch, the Federation’s porch, with a cocktail in hand and dream of Zed’s Unnamed streaking down out of the sky. She wanted it so badly at times it felt like a physical thing lodged deep in her chest.

After her drink, she would go to her room, the federation’s room, and kneel at the foot of her bed. With closed eyes she’d imagine Zed coming through the cabin hatch, stopping to admire, to look at her, to really see her.

Frustrated and dead inside, she’d eventually crawl into bed. And as much as she tried to stop herself, try to convince herself not to, she would reach down and touch herself, reliving all those horrible highs of being enslaved. Her orgasms where a mere ghost of what they had been in Zed’s arms. These, too, added to her colorless life of just drifting. 

She spent six months repeating the same day.

Riley heard something in the front room and got up out of bed. Picking up her comm she slipped through the bedroom door into the living room just as the front door swung open. A massive bulk filled the doorway, and for a moment, her heart skipped a beat. Zed? The sudden swell of hope for a reunion died when the lights came on.

The massive bulk was a man she’d never seen before. Or had she? Where Zed’s bulk was all muscle, grotesquely grafted onto a large human frame, this man was corpulent. Solidly built, tall, stocky, like an amateur rugby player, but also grotesque with flab and excess flesh. She quickly noted the luxurious business tunic and rich cape. This was no thief breaking in.

“Miss Riley, I wasn’t expecting you up at this hour.” The man said. “I’m Erefsto Khold. Senator Khold. We met at your hearing, not officially of course.”

A senator? Now she remembered, he was the only one that hadn’t made her feel utterly humiliated. Her first inclination was to greet him, even though he’d just barged into her home… Well, the home the Federation had given her, not entirely hers after all. The senator’s gaze slid down her body, and she realized she was naked. She was well past the point of feeling shame but understood it would be far more appropriate to talk with a senator while clothed.

Riley replied, “Just a moment, Senator. I’ll get a robe.”

As she turned back to the bedroom door she felt the hunger. Waves of needy pleasure, a desire she hadn’t felt in months. Her implants were active again.

“That won’t be necessary,” Khold said as he stepped into her living room.

Confused she stopped in her tracks instantly. Icy fear stabbed through her, and she could feel the increasing tempo of gnawing pain. She turned and looked back at the Senator. 

In his hand was a control wand.