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.

Degenerate Star Part 38 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

When Zed returned to the cabin Riley was waiting for him in her slave position. It had been so long since she’d worn clothing that she almost couldn’t remember the feel of it. Thinking about being naked and on her knees caused a steady tickle of pleasure. The implants were constantly at work, making her wet, ready, and ever-horny.

Zed came in, went past her without a word, and stripped. He called her up onto the bed where he used her hard as always. Her body had come to expect and delight in his rough treatment. Tonight, however, he lay on his back, first making her suck him, then telling her to climb on him so he could use her like a rag. He pounded her leaving her aching and moaning, then slipped into a slumber without giving her release.

Riley ground against his side whimpering and upset. What had happened that he would brush past her needs so easily? She tried telling herself to cum, but the implants were having none of it. After edging for a while, she slipped from his bed and went to the wardrobe. Her ruined uniform lay at the bottom of a stack of clothing she had neatly folded and stowed away after cleaning. She checked the pockets and found the key-ring she had discovered earlier. Slipping it on a finger she left the cabin.

Padding to the end of the corridor, she waved the ring over the controls for the hatch leading into the bridge. It opened. She peeked inside and saw no one. The fore viewport showed the angry colors of hyperspace swirling by.

Moving to the navigation console, she checked the starmap. They were on the last few jumps. In less than two days, they would arrive in Colinar and meet either auction inspectors or an ambush.

She went to the command console. First, she checked the comms logs. There had been no further communication from Zed or the inspectors, and the date of inspection remained the same. Once satisfied that the date hadn’t changed and that there were no new wrinkles in the plan, she moved to the ship systems. 

Engines were operating just barely in the green. Shields and weapons seemed good, but she was hoping to improve that tomorrow with Maxwell’s help. Other systems were working well enough that she wasn’t concerned for her welfare like she’d been the first day aboard.

Riley debated with herself, then decided. She went through the shuttle systems and unlocked the ship’s boat. When her crew boarded it, she would be able to open the bay doors. That was if Zed didn’t notice this in the next few days. He seemed more stressed than usual, and she hoped that would continue right up to inspection.

With a few keystrokes, she backed out and dove back into engine diagnostics. They’d been jumping hard with almost no stop. Skimming hydrogen fuel from gas giants was the longest they’d stayed in normal space for a week. All that jumping was bound to have an effect on the hyperdrive, and so she ran a second diagnostic on it.

The hatch opened and Serhho cautiously entered. “What are you doing in here? Alone.”

Singularity! Riley had wanted to finish the diagnostic and exit leaving the console exactly as she found it. Currently, it was stuck in diagnosis mode. 

She forced herself to look back at the console as if her presence on the bridge unaccompanied was completely normal. “Running an engine check. We got a few subsystems underperforming, but that’s to be expected with the beating we’re giving this poor girl.”

Serhho eyed her suspiciously, he seemed to view everything with dire suspicion. “Does Zed know you are out of his cabin?”

Blast it, she had to switch tactics. She turned to him and approached, “He doesn’t need to know I’m here. I could be very…” she licked her lips, “Generous.”

“Maybe I should get the…”

Riley stepped into him, her hand going right for his crotch, and she whispered, “Please. You can have anything…”

He nodded, thinking about it, then grabbed her by the neck, “I have another idea.”

Riley tried to struggle but felt the gnawing stings invading her body. She relaxed, letting Serhho come around behind her, and he marched her to the door. Panicked terror filled her with dread as she was shoved to through the hatch into the corridor. She feared having to explain why she was on the bridge to Zed. And then relief. 

Serhho turned her and shoved her down the stairway to the crew deck. Still holding the back of her neck he pushed her along.

“I think the crew is going to love seeing this.” He hissed angrily in her ear, “You were the one that got Henfry killed.”

“He died?” Riley whispered.

“What the fuck do you think? Have you seen those synth muscles Zed sports? Or are you just too busy looking at that cyber-cock of his?”

Riley tried to stop and turn to him, to beg him not to take her to the galley. Fire erupted inside her, across her tits, in her core. She was shoved along, unable to slow their approach to the one place she dreaded most.

“Hey! Lookie, lookie, what I got here!” he yelled as they entered the galley. A half dozen raiders looked up, pausing in their torments of Kimura and Terellia. Several stood half-naked, faces twisted in anger.

“That cunt got Henfry killed.” Someone said. Riley turned to see who and was slapped across the face by another nearby raider. The stinging shock of it almost made Riley cry. She hadn’t been struck like this since she was a little girl.

“Inspect.” Someone behind her snapped. Even though she wanted to rub the stinging pain in her cheek, Riley spread her feet fast and locked her hands behind her neck. A hand smacked her from behind, up underneath her so that stinging fingertips hit her lips. She cried out as the raiders laughed.

“Bend!” another yelled. Riley bent, reaching back to hold herself open. Another hard smack came from behind striking her cunt. 

“Boring. She got her ass spanked the last time she fucked up.” She couldn't tell from whom as she stared down at the deck.

“She really fucked up this time.”

“Henfry’s dead because of this hole.”

“Zed’s little princess.”

“Never fucked a cunt worth millions.”

Then Serhho added, “She was sneaking around, doesn’t want Zed to know about it.”

There was a moment of silence. Then hands descended on her from every direction. Riley yelped as hands grabbed arms, tits, throat. Fingers drove into her pussy and asshole. She was lost in a flood of sensations as the raiders crowded around her exploring her body too eagerly, not caring how painful, awkward, or humiliating it was for her.

She was swept up and slammed down on a table face first, fingers driving into her holes painfully. Someone stuffed fingers in her mouth, making it impossible to cry out. All she could do was gurgle around them. A palm met her ass hard, then others joined in. Her hair was yanked back, and she was drowned in laughter. She struggled to crawl away from the hands everywhere and was shoved down, pinning her to the table as her arms and legs were pulled wide apart. Someone grabbed her hair, coiled it in their fist, and pulled back painfully. She attempted to beg for mercy, but the words were horribly muffled and induced new rounds of laughter.

“Crank it up.” A voice yelled behind her, and her implants went into overdrive. The pleasant tickles she’d been feeling became intense waves of pleasure. Even mixed with the pain of being roughly groped and pulled apart, Riley found her body writhing, pushing back, and trying just as hard as the crowd to fuck herself into climax.

“Let me at her.” Someone called out. The hands mauling her cunt were replaced with hips and a cock was pressed to her. She moaned begging for release as they jammed themselves inside her and began riding her hard. Her whole body shook across the table as she was pounded. 

Naked hips blocked her view of the deck and hands as someone stepped up in front of her. She opened her mouth submissively as they crammed their hard cock deep into her throat. More fists grabbed handfuls of hair as her face was fucked gagging and choking her without consideration.

Her ass was beaten as she was fucked from both ends. Hands reached under pinching and mauling her breasts. Every centimeter of her body was assaulted with sensations, each and every one making her want to scream out in pain and climax. Her hands were forced on cocks, and she grabbed them, stroking them in the hopes that she could get them hard enough to fuck her to completion when the ones inside her were finished.

“Fuck! I’m close!” a voice cried out. “Cum whore.” And Riley did. Thankfully, gratefully, and wholeheartedly she came for her audience. She felt the man inside jackhammering into her in a frenzy, then he froze up. He left her empty and dripping cum down her thighs for only a moment then she was filled with another. 

The endless hands swarmed her body. She couldn’t keep track of how many or where. Her skin was afire with greedy, hungry digits taking everything and anything they wanted. 

“Cum!” someone else shouted. Her body contorted as her vision hazed red. Her mouth emptied and she felt the splash of hot sticky ropes of jizz shoot across her face. The missing cock was replaced instantly with another. Her hand slicked when one of the cocks shot its load into her hair and across an arm, then it, too, was replaced.

“Cum, you stuck-up bitch.” And she did thrashing helplessly against the tide of hands.

“Cum cunt.” And she did, deliriously still struggling, still shoving herself back against the prick buried so deep and deliciously inside her.

“Cum, cum, cum, cum” different voices demanded, in different tempos, with different needs and hungers. Her pussy, her asshole, her jaws, and her hands all ached from use. Battered and used raw they kept fucking her senseless. She lost track of the number of times she slipped away from her body on waves of ecstatic pleasure. Her mind went numb, blank, only her abused body remained hungry for more.

When it was finished, she quivered uncontrollably, sobbing and sore, and sprawled out lewdly across the tabletop. A million aches screamed throughout her body. She was covered in fluids and lying in cooling pools of them. She’d never felt anything so singularly painful and earth-shatteringly climatic ever before. Even trying to process the emotions and thoughts was impossible through the haze of her content and ache.

There were whispers around her. Worry and concern that when Zed found out, there would be beatings or worse.

Serhho stepped in front of her naked, with his junk covered in slime. She immediately reached out and took his cock in her hands delicately. She couldn’t take any more inside her, she wanted to please him with her hands so she could continue riding at the bliss and agony of her pussy on fire.

“So cunt? What are you going to tell Zed?” he demanded.

“Please,” she begged. The thought of Zed’s anger frightened her, “Don’t tell him.”

She felt him grab her hair and lift her head. The pain in her scalp was insignificant next to the fires raging through her core. Even the slap was a ghost compared to the throbbing in her battered holes.

“No,” she pleaded, “Don’t tell him. You can have anything you want. Just don’t, please.”

“We can let the bitch go,” Serhho told the others. “She ain't gonna do shit. And you all got a piece of that million-credit pussy.”

In a daze, she was lifted from the table. She felt the muscles inside her still contracting, pushing cum out of her body and thickly down her thighs. Staggering in his arms, she saw Kimura and Terellia, both on their knees, lost in the throes of their own torments, frigging themselves as the sated crew urged them on. Both were witnesses. Either one might tell Zed that Riley was alone. That she’d been used by many. She didn’t know who to trust, who the implants would force to betray her.

Serhho half walked, half carried her back to the command deck, and left her at the cabin door. He pointed, signaling for her to go in. With some effort she did. Staggering into the head, she closed the door and took a hot shower, hoping the heated water would work some of the ache out of her body. It didn’t, and even after minutes of scrubbing she could not feel clean. Soiled but freshly washed she slipped into bed. 

She stayed far away from Zed, huddling on the far side, afraid he would wake and knowing she’d been used. When she replayed some of the events in her head, the implants were there to twist it and make her hungry for more. She winced her eyes shut and tried to sleep. 

Degenerate Star Part 37 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

She’d rehearsed this next bit, time to see whether it would work. 

Standing naked between his knees as he sat, she rotated her hips ever so slightly, hoping it would draw his eyes to her bare pussy. He seemed blind to her sexual charms, staring up at her with suspicion.

“My crew did a thorough review of the inventory on this ship, and I noticed something that alarmed me, Sir.” She gave her hips another rotation. He could take her whenever he wanted, but he seemed to delight in her being enthusiastic. She hoped this was a way to gain some power back from him.

“Alarmed you? Like the hyperdrive?” Zed laughed smacking her nude ass with one massive palm.

The sting on her cheek felt delicious; she wanted his hands all over her ass. Riley groaned as if it were the most pleasing thing ever done to her, although that wasn’t entirely false. She groaned, “Yes, Sir. There’s a dangerously low supply of alcohol on board.” 

His thick hand gripped her cheek and squeezed, “And?”

“Alcohol has been a staple of shipboard rations since time immemorial. It’s a necessary component of crew reward. Even the Federation issues alcohol rations to its crews.” She leaned into the hand, forcing it to feel her, relishing the feeling of it on her.

Zed looked at her dubiously, “What? You mean to tell me the prissy Feds placate their crews with booze? Hypocrites all.”

“Like I said, Sir. Since the time when ships were water-bound on Earth, alcohol has been a tradition. Nothing takes the mutiny out of a sailor like a stiff drink.”

Suspicion leaked from his gaze. “Rubbish.”

“Call it what you will, Sir. But I thought my crew could whip up some good old-fashioned hootch. Your crew would only benefit. And you are almost completely dry.” Another rotation of her hips.

“Nearly a month lying in wait.” Zed said, “Haven’t gotten any complaints yet.”

Did he wait a month on that unsettled world? On top of three weeks of travel back and forth? That would be two and a half months out in space with no ports of call, it was easy to see why his crew was anxious. Although… she wondered why he would wait at all on that world for so long.

“You’re not out of booze yet. But you will be very soon.”

“And your crew just happens to know how to make hootch?”

“With four scientists, this is child’s play.” 

“And how does a sorter help?’

She had him hooked. Rotating her hip a little stronger now she explained, “You have a huge stack of Orlunulite rations on board. They are edible by most beings but taste awful. We can break the rations up and then use the sorter to sift out the Myby seeds. Once we grind those down to a mash, they can be processed via fermentation…”

“All right, all right,” Zed interrupted. With her increased hip rotations, his hand began sliding up and down her flank. She hoped he was getting hard, drawing precious blood away from his brain and into his cock. Her experience seducing men was severely limited, but she hoped Zed would fixate on fucking her rather than thinking too hard in this moment.

“So?” Riley asked. When he looked up she tried breathing seductively, hoping he would notice her bare tits.

“Whatever… Keep me informed on the hootch, it may come in handy.” His eyes looked across the room, distracted by something.

Riley realized her play at seduction hadn’t just been to distract him. She wanted his attention on her still. She begged, “Sir? Will you touch me?”

He looked up at her, a wicked smile forming. “Oh? Does my little slave need something?”

“Yes, Sir. Your touch, please. Do I need to beg?”

His hand moved around her thigh, as his other gripped the opposite side. Thick fingers left trails of fire as they inched ever closer. She felt his hand slip between her thighs. She looked down, seeing it under her but not yet touching her where she most wished.

“Begging is always welcomed.” He said.

Controlling her breath, she begged for him, “Please, Sir. This needy little slave needs her Master’s attention. I am begging for you to touch me. Feel how wet I am. How much I want and need you.”

“Good girl,” he said. She melted to the words, then again when his hand slid up and clutched her. He cupped everything, grabbing her entire pussy and giving it a hard squeeze. She purred.

“Oh… Thank you, Sir. Can you feel how much I need you?”

Huge fingers slipped along her wet slit, “I can.”

“Please, Sir. This slave would do anything to feel you inside her.”

“You like being a good girl?” he asked while continuing to stroke her wet opening.

“For you, Sir. Anything. I’m your good girl. Your whore. Your slave. Whatever you want of me I am for you.”

He pressed a finger to her while watching her face. She stared down at him, her look begging him to take her. She couldn’t stop her hips from moving against his hand, trying to force his finger into her.

“You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you?”

“For you, Sir. Yes.” Her breathing was ragged. She increased the tempo of her hips, delighting in the feel of his fingers moving across her wet lips. She’d never done anything so degrading in the past. Naked and rubbing herself on a man’s hand as he teased and toyed with her. Let alone admit she needed to get fucked.

He pushed a finger into her slowly as she sighed. The feeling of being filled by him made her head swim. She pushed her hips against the intrusion, and he curled it up into her. She gasped when it touched that spongy spot just behind the clit. Involuntarily she clamped down on him, wanting to suck him in.

“Fuck me.” He demanded.

She lowered her hands to his neck. Technically breaking position, but he’d told her to fuck him. Surely that meant she could help accommodate that order. When he didn’t protest, she used the leverage of her arms to thrust herself against his hand. As his finger rubbed that magic spot she could feel climax rushing toward her. She needed more, though. She needed to hear his voice.

“I’m yours, tell me what I am, what you want, Sir.”

Gripping her hip, he eased a second finger into her, making her gasp.

“You are my slave. My good girl. My wickedly clever little bitch of a starship captain.”

Forcing the two fingers up inside her, he pressed, sinking them in so deliciously deep. As Riley’s legs quivered, she continued thrusting her hip against his hand, moaning uncontrollably as she did so.

“I want to fuck you. I want to own you. I want to make you mine. Cum for me.”

Riley howled, gripping his shirt tight. She shoved herself down on his immovable hand. And he began thrusting back against her hard. She screamed and climaxed, her juices dripping down his arm as she pulled her body to his. She cried into his ear, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. That’s what I want, Sir.”

With a twist Zed turned and let her collapse down onto the bed.

She hadn’t been lying. Her words were exactly what she wanted. She thought about living a life where her only requirement, the only thing expected of her, was to cum on demand, any time, all the time, with no other duties, and it sounded exhilarating.

He brought her food, then attempted to leave, explaining, “Can you have your crew check the Shield capacitors tomorrow? I’m going to inspect them with Rohm right now. Make sure we don’t miss anything.”

“I’ve been thinking about the rendezvous as well. Can I make a list for you? Some other things we should have in top shape.” Riley added, poking at her food and wondering what Zed's obsession with Sheezbuggers was.

“Like what?”

“We might be able to improve the power supply to your port phase cannons. That and I’d like to check the targeting subsystems for all the ship weapons.”

Zed thought for a moment, “Okay. Coordinate with Rohm. I’ll have him make sure there's a tech nearby when you poke around in these things.”

“Yes, Sir.” She thought it was interesting he’d have her crew watched while maintaining the firing systems. Weapons were not something she’d be trying to sabotage. If the raiders started using them, it would most likely mean all their lives were in danger.

When Zed left, Riley listened to the instructions for creating the hallucinogens. There was some sorting of dry chemicals required, then a mixture that would need a day of cooking, and finally, when added to plastic shaving, the resulting gas product would be something called FryykOn, a ball-tripping psychoactive used by youths on the frontier without access to designer drugs. She made some coded notes in her datapad to help remind her of the process the next few days.

Riley then decided that there was no time like the present to get started cooking up the hallucinogen. She wasn’t leaking cum and so she decided to head out of the cabin without a shower. If her parents saw her now… she’d die of shame. Never in her life had leaking cum been a prerequisite for cleaning. The thought of parading her cunt down the passageways after Zed’s use gave her a wicked thrill. To encourage it, she squeezed her thighs together with each step, knowing it would make any of the crew that saw her ache with want.

Stepping into the utility room Riley was confronted by the sight of Henfry abusing K’rra. The blue-skinned woman was bound in tethers, arms behind her back, hanging from an attachment point in the overhead, bent and exposed as Henfry drove hard into her.

Grunting and pounding K’rra with abandon, Henfry was shouting, “Take it, take that cock you stuck-up bitch!”

K’rra wailed in agony as she was hammered mercilessly. Riley could tell her science officer was about to break, to slip into one of those seizure-induced orgasms that would leave the stoic woman screaming and disoriented. She was also afraid that K’rra might break her arms given the way Henfry had restrained her.

“Stop right now!” Riley shouted in as low a tone as she could muster.

Henfry slowed his pace but continued, looking over at Riley. “What the fuck?”

“I said stop.” Riley demanded. K’rra looked up dazed and wounded.

He stopped and glared at her, “You wanting to take her place then?”

“No. I need her for the work detail.”

“Piss off,” Henfry grabbed K’rra’s hips, preparing to ride once again. “It’s third shift, after hours, and we get to play.”

“I said I need her for detail. You want to stop, or do I get Zed to stop you?”

Henfry froze up. “He was just fucking here. Left this ice-cold cunt for me, he did… Fucking bitch. I was just about to nut. Another fucking minute and you could have this slut no problem.”

Stepping away from K’rra he yanked up his trousers. K’rra slumped looking relieved. Henfry stormed to Riley stopping right in front of her. He barked, “Ready!”

Without time to even think, Riley’s body fell, kneeling on the deck. Her head went to the deck as well, and she reached back, spreading herself. Riley sputtered trying to think of what to say.

“That’s what I thought,” Henfry spat at her, “You think you’re some high falutin Fed officer. But there you are cunt, holding your snatch open like the lowest of low fuck slaves.”

He stood there glaring at her, then turned and stomped out of the room. Riley got up and went to K’rra. Unbinding her arms K’rra practically fell to the deck. 

K’rra whispered something under her breath, looking angry.

“It’s okay,” Riley said touching K’rr’s shoulder. “I’d be furious as well.”

“Good thing you have a strong protector.” K’rra said rubbing her wrists.

“Well, so do you now.” Riley looked around the room. “Do you know where the Orlunulite rations are?”

“Yes, captain. In the third cabinet aft of the hatch. What do you need them for?”

Riley left K’rra sitting on the floor and went to the cabinet. Sure enough, they were there. She removed six tins and set them on a nearby shelf. She quickly flipped open the latch of one of them, it being not quite as difficult as she had feigned a week prior. The smell was awful, but the seeds she needed could be seen in the dark grey powder mixed in with what looked like bark shavings.

“I told Zed we’d be making alcohol out of these.”

K’rra stood and raised and eyebrow. “Why would we do that?”

The hatch whisked open, and Zed strode in. Behind him, both Rohm and Henfry followed.

“What’s this I hear about you interrupting Henfry’s recreational?” Zed demanded.

“Sorry, Sir. I needed her help to get started on the project. I’m sure Geller is available to attend Henfry’s needs.”

“I like shagging the bluey-pale-blue one. Ice fucking princess bitch. I know just how to heat her up.” Henfry added.

“Is this about the hootch project we talked about earlier?” Zed eyed Riley, daring her to be flippant.

As demurely as she could muster, Riley replied, “Yes, Sir. I was hoping to finish cooking the first batch before the rendezvous.”

“Hootch?” Henfry mocked, “I don’t want no hootch. That slippery snake cuny is what I was wanting.”

“Silence.” Zed demanded. “Henfry, go fuck some other slave…”

Henfry interrupted, “What in the burning singularity? You seem to be taking a lot of orders from cunts these days…”

Zed whipped around and lashed out, grabbing the old mechanic and lifting him up off his feet. Henfry struggled and choked but there was little he could do.

“What did you just say?” Zed pulled Henfry’s face close, sticking his nose in one of the struggling man’s eyes.

“Come on captain, any cunt can see you are being played by that stuck up blonde whore…”

One arm pumped back, and Zed slammed a massive fist into Henfry. There was a loud crack as Henfry flew back crashing into the bulkhead. Rohm looked up at Zed with wide eyes. Riley stared afraid to make any sound.

“Get that garbage out of here.” Zed barked. He turned to Riley, “We’ll talk later.”

“Yes, Sir.” Riley whispered. Zed turned and left.

Rohm dragged Henfry out of the utility room, and when the hatch shut, Riley and K’rra were left in blessed silence.

Without speaking, Riley emptied several of the containers of rations into the sorter. She dialed in the needed size and let the machine run. K’rra watched over a shoulder, her composure returning slowly. A display indicated that it would be several hours to separate the components. Both women watched the display ticking down for several minutes without saying anything.

Finally, Riley gave K’rra a hug. The blue-skinned alien woman withstood it without a word, enigmatic as always. Riley was glad she was able to rescue her from the abuse she’d walked in on. 

“I’ll see you first shift. Be well.” Riley told K’rra with a squeeze.

“Yes, captain.” K’rra remained, watching the counter tick down.

Degenerate Star Part 36 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

She thought about her last few weeks. Constantly naked, fucked when and by whomever Zed wanted. Used by Zed constantly. She’d been captured and told she was a slave, and she’d fallen into the role so easily. She’d been born to be a slave.

Just the thought of Zed barking at her, telling her to pose for him, made her wet. She tried to understand why. Was this what she’d needed her whole life? Was this the emptiness inside her she tried to fill with accomplishments? Did she just need to accept that she was happiest when freed from the burden of choice?

The image of Zed barking orders at her caused her to shudder and reach wetly to touch herself. If relaxing into slavery was wrong, why did it feel so absolutely right? She knew she couldn’t climax, but edging while thinking of herself on her knees naked before strong men felt so satisfying, so fulfilling. 

She wondered what a child with Zed would look like. Would it be as strong as him? Smarter than her? It would never happen. She forced herself up and to the door. She’d left the inspection tool in the locker below, but she felt a driving urge to continue trying to rescue her crew.

“Computer, library access.”

“Thinking, guest access granted.”

“Tell me about the Hallucinogens.”

“There are three that can be crafted with the material at hand. What other info would you like?”

“How do I craft the first one?” 

Riley listened as the computer explained the process of separating an organic cleaner into component parts. When it continued, her hope was dashed. It required thirty days of preparation, including growing mold cultures.

The next one needed equipment that could only be found in a full research lab. She had no idea what a phenomenal analyzer was but knew there would be nothing like that on Zed’s ship.

She listened to the final recipe, only to have her hopes dashed when it called for a vibratory screener. A moment of utter despair filled Riley. If her crew was only armed with irritants, they would never be able to escape the raiders.

If only they were still aboard her ship the Hyperion, she knew for a fact there were several screeners for soil analysis. Sadly, the last time she’d seen her ship was several weeks ago, when the raiders were gutting it for loot. She considered that for a moment and recalled that they were tearing out all the scientific equipment they could lay hands on in hopes of selling it. The raiders may have very well brought one aboard. 

She scrambled for her datapad and reviewed all the inventories her crew compiled. There was no mention of the cargo hold. They’d been so busy inspecting the working components of the ship itself that that room had slipped all their notice. She felt incredibly dumb for having not thought of it herself, but the seeds of hope had been planted.

When Zed arrived, he found Riley kneeling in her spot, almost beaming.

“What got you smiling?” he asked.

“Doc made some adjustments,” she replied thinking quickly.

Zed plopped down on the bed behind her. “Oh yeah?”

She scooted around still on her knees, “He recalibrated things… I wasn’t really paying attention…”

“Dubious.” Zed interrupted.

She smirked, “Anyway… he, you know, tightened things up down there.”

“Did he now?” Zed said. He slipped one booted foot towards Riley.

“Yes,” she gulped. “Do you want me to… polish that?”

“Just take it off.”

“Yes, Sir.” She worked the clasps and pulled the boot away. Figuring he would need them for the rest of the evening she yanked the sock away as well and flung it behind her with reckless abandon.

“Well,” Zed watched as she worked the other boot, “it certainly has put you in a mood.”

Tossing the second sock over her shoulder, she slid her hands up his thighs, going straight for his belt. “What can I say? I’m a new woman.”

“Oh, you gave it a test drive already?”

“Pish-posh, that pussy is all yours, Sir.” Her fingers worked the clasp as she looked up and said huskily, “But I would like to see what you think of it.”

Zed laughed, “You’re offering me what's already, mine?”

She batted her eyes looking up at him. “Yes, Sir. It's all shiny and new. Just a little?”

He grabbed her, lifted her in the air, then spun and threw her onto the bed. She bounced with a squeal while thinking, this is so much easier than I thought. All those frustrating years in Academy, trying to figure out what the alien species called men wanted. All she had to do was relax into giving in. So damn simple. Surely Zed would see through it.

Zed ripped his shirt off, then mimicking Riley tossed it over his shoulder. Her giggling died as she saw his muscles, the washboard, and his hands freeing himself from his trousers. As he bent, removing the last of his clothing, she could see him hanging and knew that girth would soon be buried inside her. She took a shuddering breath as he climbed up and over her.

“I am now, and always shall be, your slave.” She whispered up at him.

“Open up,” he demanded. She grabbed her knees and spread herself for him, watching his face as he looked down at her pussy. Feeling him rubbing the head against her, she strained to look down and watch. 

He pressed it to her, she couldn’t help but groan. She knew what was about to happen would hurt at first, but she offered it to Zed freely. She was his to do with as he pleased. That pleased her in ways she couldn’t quite describe, she just knew it was true.

When he first pushed in, she cried out. It did hurt, fucking bad. “I’ll be easy,” he told her. She nodded, staring into his eyes. His face was so close, it made her smile, a fragile smile because she knew he would hurt her more. He pressed forward, and she grunted, trying to take it, trying not to alarm him. Wanting him to be happy inside her.

The tip forced its way in. Riley whimpered like a small hurt animal. 

“Almost there.” He groaned, pushing further into her. He’d been fucking her for several weeks now. Using her hard. Yet it felt like her first time, so painful. And yet, when she looked into his eyes, looked down at his cock pressing into her, she couldn’t stop how desperate and bad she wanted him in her. The pain mixed with her need to have him. The more he pressed in, the more she wanted him deeper, the more she felt her insides melt. The pleasure she felt giving him this, her new pussy, soon shone brighter and louder than the pain of him splitting her apart.

“Oh, you are so fucking tight, captain.” He grunted at her, still trying to bottom out in her.

She wanted to say something back to him, express her service, tell him he owned her, even that she loved him, but the fullness inside shoved everything else apart. It was difficult even to draw a breath, there was so much of him inside her. The hurt and pleasure were so great she could only lie there and feel him do as he pleased to her.

She tried again to say words, but mangled sighs were all that came out.

“Almost there.” He breathed hot in her ear, crushing himself down on her. She surrendered to her senses, to his painful penetration, to giving him something new.

“I’m your slave,” she grunted, looking up at him wide-eyed, “I’ll do anything you desire.”

He understood and whispered the words she wanted to hear so badly. “Cum for me.”

And she lost control.

Her body somehow found the strength to thrust itself against him, bury that massive cock so deep inside her. She gurgled, trying to say coherent thoughts but gibberish was all that came out. Zed clamped a hand over her mouth and pinned her to the bed.

“Fuck, little slave, your so tight it fucking hurts.” She didn’t understand. The words were incomprehensible. Her hips continued trying to suck him in. In her mind, she was fucking him, stabbing her massive cock into him. Everything was pain and pleasure and twisted in all the worst right ways.

Zed rolled on his back and dragged her on top of him never uncoupling. Riley tried latching on with every limb, to continue pulling her cunt down and engulf him. He groaned angrily and grabbed her hips. He then began using her like a fleshlight, jerking her back and forth over his cock. 

“Cum.” He groaned, “Cum right fucking now.” And she did.

He used her. Then howled like a wolf to its mistress moon, shooting thick, hot ropes of spunk up inside her. It felt like he would burst from her mouth, the fullness was too much.

“Cum!” he roared. And she did. And she did. And she did. Until the senses were so overwhelmed, she crashed into the inky darkness and slipped away.

She woke alone well after the start of first shift. Blast it, she thought, more punishments tonight. Rolling out of bed, she couldn’t help but notice how horribly sore she was. She staggered to the head, aching but aching in such a deliciously exhausting way. 

Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized just how much Zed had used her the previous evening. Finger-sized bruises lined her hips, and her inner thighs were a mess of dark splotches. Showering hurt, drying hurt, even walking hurt. She considered a call to sick bay, but trying to explain sex to someone who understood it only as a theoretical exercise seemed more trouble than it was worth. 

When she entered the utility room most of her crew were already out on assignment. Only K’rra, Geller, and Maxwell remained. The looks on each of their faces said it all. Three sets of eyes looked at her bruises, her bruised thighs, and knew she’d been fucked insanely hard.

K’rra approached her, “You may want to make a sick call, captain.”

“No, no, something important right now.” Riley replied, “We need to catalog the cargo bay. Open everything up, record everything. Especially the gear from our ship.”

“Why is that?” K’rra asked.

“Maxwell, Geller, I need you.” Riley called her crew mates over, “We need to catalog everything in the cargo bay. If possible, before the lunch break as second shift starts. I’ll help.”

Geller looked at Riley and asked, “What’s so urgent about this?”

“I’ll explain later,” Riley said, she definitely could not share the real reason

The four spent the entire first shift, nearly five hours, cataloging everything in the cargo bay. Occasionally, K’rra would run off to bring about another crew member who knew what a specific piece of scientific gear was. 

As lunch approached, K’rra told Riley, “It’s lunch break, then the second shift will start. I’ll go and retrieve food for us.”

Riley grabbed K’rra’s wrist, “No. I’ll go.”

“Captain, you can’t go. You’ve already suffered extreme trauma. If you would take my advice, you would go immediately to the sick bay.”

“No. I’m fine, really.”

“Captain, I insist I go. This is something I’ve done since the first day onboard.”

“No.” Riley was resolute. “Geller! Go to the galley and fetch lunch for this detail.”

“Captain,” Geller looked worried, “I don’t go anywhere near the galley at mealtime, especially lunch.”

“I don’t have time to argue,” Riley said evenly in her best commander voice, “Go.”

Geller looked furious but turned and departed. K’rra, trying hard not to show emotion, looked concerned as she watched Geller depart. Riley was indifferent to Geller getting exactly what she deserved. 

It took a few hours, but eventually, she returned with several trays of cold food and new bruises herself. Geller refused to look at the captain and went back to cataloging items without a word.

When they found the vibratory screener Riley nearly lost hope again. It was almost as large as a bathtub. It would not be something they could keep hidden. If Zed asks, I’ll just have to think of something, Riley told herself. The four of them hauled it up the crew deck and placed it in the utility room, in the farthest corner.

“Is it in working order?” Riley asked Maxwell.

He inspected it thoroughly, then switched it on. It hummed and vibrated. “Hard to tell, until we have a soil sample to separate.” 

“Can you show me how to use it?” Riley asked.

Maxwell explained the basics. The material that needed sifting went here, the setting of varying sizes of sifted materials was programmed there, and the output bins were over there. In all, it seemed like a pretty simple piece of lab equipment.

They finished cataloging and setting up the sorter just before dinner break and the start of the third shift. Riley made certain to gather both her datapad and the inspection camera before heading back to her cabin.

Once in the cabin she took her spot on the floor in front of the hatch and used the inspection tool to view the bridge hatchway. Well into dinner, it slid open, and Zed left. Riley fought the urge to scramble away and watched as he turned and went down the stairs to the crew deck. Five minutes, she figured, if he didn’t return in five minutes, he would be getting info from Geller.

An hour later she heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. She turned the camera off and set it on a wall shelf with her datapad, then assumed her position at the foot of the bed.

Zed entered, looked at Riley, and ordered, “Inspection.”

She went to her feet, spreading them and lacing her fingers behind her neck. He walked up to her and looked down at her. Then he smacked her nipples several times in quick succession. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to stick those out?”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll do better next time.”

“Yes, you will.” He said walking behind her to sit on the bed. “Spin that naked little ass around.”

She turned to face him, and he beckoned her over. She waited for him to ask…

“Looks like I was a little too enthusiastic last night,” he said, touching her thighs and looking at her bruises. “Are you still sore?”

Not quite what she had expected. She thought he’d open with a question about the sorter, knowing full well Geller had told him everything. “I forgot all about them, Sir.”

“Ready for another round then?”

She winced at the thought of it, “Whatever Sir desires.”

“Yeah, well, your face said otherwise.”

She broke her position and dropped to her knees inside of his. “Sir, you can use this slave however you wish. Always.” She sniffed quietly trying to determine if he had the scent of Geller on him. How else would he reward her except with a good hard fucking?

“I didn’t tell you to move.” He said looking down at her.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I just wanted… to touch you.”

“I appreciate the enthusiasm, but only break a pose when told. Other owners may not be as forgiving as I am.” He said. Riley felt a stab of panic at the mention of other owners.

Riley forced herself up to her feet and resumed the position, still standing within his knees.

“So,” he asked, “What are you doing with a sorter.”