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 35 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

Zed left her there in his cabin, battered, exhausted, and thoroughly sated. It was a struggle to pull herself out of the bed and shower. As water rippled down her skin, she couldn’t help but think of how marvelous Zed had felt inside her. The more his monster came out, the more she loved it. No matter how bruised and sore she was. This was a man who showed her exactly how badly he wanted her.

How many times has this water been recycled, Riley wondered. Here’s to hoping the filters are damned good. She didn’t want to think of the bodily fluids of more than a dozen crew members plus her own five cascading across her skin. Then again, the thought did give her a warm little tickle.

After drying, she returned to the main cabin, where she immediately saw the inspection tool. She could only hope that Zed, in his sated state, didn’t notice. Taking her position just inside the hatch with a foot to block it from closing Riley forced herself into work mode.

“Computer, library access.”

“Thinking, guest access granted.”

“Is the report I created complete yet?”

“Thinking, yes. The report on weaponized chemicals is completed.”

“Summarize the report.”

“Given the list of chemical supplies the following number of general weapons could be made:”

“Explosives, nine.”

“Irritants, twenty-six.”

“Correction, corrosives, one.”

“Correction, inhaled anesthetics, none.”

“Hallucinogenics, three.”

Blast it, she thought, no anesthetics. Actually no, that wasn’t correct, no inhaled anesthetics. It might be possible to get a hypo gun from the sick bay.

“How many injectable anesthetics could be made?”

“Thinking… general or local?”

“General.”

“Thinking…”

Riley interrupted, “General with an immediate effect, say within seconds.”

“Thinking… None.”

Blast and double blast. She reviewed the list in her mind. Knocking the raiders out was not possible. Neither would injecting them be possible, even if she could somehow manage to get a hypo-gun from the sick bay. But… if she was going to nip a hypo-gun from the sick bay, why not anesthetics as well? A trip to sick bay was now at the top of her priorities list.

She considered the other weapons. Explosives were just a plain bad idea. It would be too easy to blast a hole in the ship and potentially kill everyone. Corrosives were in the same category. Irritants, however, might help. After listening to the computer explain, she discovered that some of the cleaning supplies could be used in this fashion without having to mix anything. 

After cleaning the room quickly, she grabbed the inspection tool. Riley went back to the utility room just in time for the dismissal huddle. She asked about their progress, but since everything had been cataloged, most were turning their attention to the actual cleaning. Riley was afraid to share her plans. She knew Geller was sharing info with Zed, and she couldn’t risk having anyone else do the same.

“I need a locker all to myself.” She explained. K’rra reviewed several cabinets and selected one just for Riley.

She inspected the cabinet. It was maybe half as tall as her, but thin. There was plenty of room to stow things that might be useful for escape. She saw a keypad on the door, “Does this work?”

“Yes. The combination has been written on a piece of tape inside the door.” K’rra replied, “There are also instructions from the manufacturer inside the door, including how to reset the code, use the lock, and where to hear support recordings should we have any maintenance needs.”

Riley looked back inside. Sure enough, a piece of tape with 1111 scrawled on it had been stuck underneath a small metal plate explaining how to use the locker. She reviewed her list of inventories and found the three cleaners that were also irritants. It was not surprising that they were starship and heavy machinery degreasers. Most household cleaning products were made so safely that children could drink them without any consequence.

She stowed the inspection tool and a couple of spray bottles in the locker, carefully reading the instructions. Then, she changed the code and locked the cabinet. The first set of weapons her people could use were locked inside.

In a few days, they would rendezvous with the inspectors. If things got ugly, it would be the perfect opportunity to get her crew off ship. If the inspectors turned out to be on the level… well, she’d have to find a way to make it look like a trap. Angry raiders in the middle of a starship battle might just be the best chance of escape they had.

Would she go with them? Riley didn’t like the thought of the inspection. Millions of credits were too much temptation. She’d like to think Zed would turn it all down for her, but would he? Could he even? Staying aboard wouldn’t answer that question. If things went badly during the inspection, Zed might get paranoid and promise to stay with her, but once safely back in the Coalition, he’d get other offers. Maybe not as generous, but she had no idea what his ultimate sell price would be. Almost sadly, she would need to leave with her crew.

It pained her to shoo the crew out of the utility, having seen how K’rra was treated just hours ago. They needed to keep at the charade, for just a little longer.

Before returning to her cabin, she decided to detour into the sick bay. No better time than right now to see about getting any tools she could to help her crew’s escape.

At the far end of the sick bay, a thin, lanky, grey-skinned alien worked at a console. Riley hoped she’d entered without notice, but Doc turned and looked at her.

“Yes?” he said. He then pointed to the examination table where her implants had been installed, “Go ahead and take a seat on the examination table.”

“I’m just here to ask you something,” Riley explained.

“That may very well be, but while you are here, I can calibrate your Training Implants. And you are overdue for a general inspection on the wear and tear of your… bits. Go on take a seat.”

Tickles of lightning flickered at her nipples. She wasted no time walking over to the exam table and sitting on it.

“Excellent response. Was that of your own volition or did the implants give you a nudge?”

“I was nudged.”

“And what exactly does that feel like?”

Riley thought for a moment, “Like someone has placed a discharging battery in a very sensitive spot.”

“Good, good. That’s perfect.” The impossibly thin doctor said. “Of course, we’ll have to verify that, but I’m glad to hear my work on strange physiologies is competent.”

“Verify?” she asked.

“Of course. You are not what I would call a willing participant. All your responses could be tailored to be deceptive if you thought it was possible. Or if the devices were not working. Just as a matter of professionalism, I’ll have to ensure the results are indeed positive.”

Doc tilted his head and stared at her with ridiculously large black eyes. “Go ahead and lie back. Place your limbs in the servos and we can conclude this as quickly as possible.”

“Why are you doing this?” she asked.

“That’s simple enough. It's my job to ensure the implants are working correctly. Can’t deliver damaged goods to the sellers.”

“No… Why would you join pirates? 

He lifted her legs up onto the table while turning her so she could lie back, “Ah, that. Well, I placed last in my class on Avy. I could look forward to a career in the lowest kinds of menial tasks, or I could relocate to any number of stellar governments. All of which would be only too happy to have an Avyrian on their roster.”

“But aren’t Avyrian pacifists?” she asked as he lifted a leg up and placed the ankle into a robotic gripper on the table corner.

“Indeed, we are. I fire no weapons. I participate in no fights. The prisoners brought to me would be horribly mangled if any of these imbeciles tried to perform the operation. I simply provide a safer version of a service that would have occurred regardless.” He dropped her other ankle into a gripper. 

He continued, “And in case you are wondering, I do not partake in their barbaric activities. My species reproduces via iteroparous spawning. There is no sexual contact, fertilization occurs externally. A female releases her row, and the males, driven by chemical compulsion, release milt.”

“But your actions enable them…”

Doc cut her off while pushing her back into a lying position. “What copulating species do is their own business. It’s the natural order of things. Eating is also a natural order, and sadly one I must earn an income in order to indulge.”

“Doc, please. We need your help.”

“Nope, nope.” Doc took her wrist and locked it into a gripper. “My species most closely resembles amphibians of the human worlds. We are not reared by parents and develop no emotional attachments. You would be better served saving your please for someone with a similar emotional upbringing. Besides, any helpful action on my behalf would negate the handsome bonus this ship has earned. It’s rare to capture a Federated officer.”

Blasted void. Getting a hypo and anesthetics was simply not going to be possible. Doc also seemed like the meticulous type. He’d lock everything, including the sick bay, when he wasn’t in it.

Doc reached up and grabbed the periscope-like device in both hands. He pulled it over her and lowered the bottom, thinnest part, to her navel.

“What is this thing? I’ve never seen anything like it before.” She asked.

“In Federation space, you wouldn’t. It is called an Overseer. It monitors and maintains your Training Implants.” He began adjusting dials on it while warmth seeped out of all her piercings.

Riley purred. Whatever it was doing felt so wonderfully relaxing that she wanted to lie there under it all day. She wanted to reach down and touch herself, but Doc had locked her hands in grippers at the corners of the exam table. She tugged on her legs, they were locked down as well. Any panic she might have felt was lost in the massaging fingers of warmth caressing her from inside.

“I’m going to be testing a series of different applications included with the implants. Please do not panic.”

As Riley lay there moaning to herself she wondered why she would panic with anything so delightful feeling. Doc could do whatever he wanted to her. Turning her head toward him, she saw him setting up a pair of floating mini-cameras. One slid sideways away from him and focused on her face, she smiled dreamily at it. The other followed Doc around as he moved in between her legs. An earlier version of Riley might have been ashamed, but she relaxed into the pleasure of the implants, knowing she’d been recorded plenty of time so far anyway.

With each passing moment, the pleasure increased. Soon, she was panting, desperate for release. She found herself grinding her hips trying to close her thighs, anything that might help her hit that peak. When she looked past the valley of her breast, through parted knees, she could see Doc taking notes as he watched her hungry, grasping pussy eager to get something inside it. He wasn’t interested in the way she ground her hips, the way she rolled hoping anything might touch her. The camera floated beside him recording everything.

In no time at all she was begging Doc to let her climax. If he heard or understood, he gave no indication, just stood there staring with large black, unblinking eyes while making notes. The pleasure kept ticking upward, steadily increasing.

When she started crying and screaming for release, he touched his chin as if contemplating. Moments after that, Riley could no longer think coherently. Words gurgled in her throat, and her body was no longer hers. She asked the passenger to take over and got no answer. She went blindly in an empty box where the only thing she could hear was her clit screaming along with her.

When she heard Doc finally say, “You may climax now.” She cried the happiest tears of her life. For one nanosecond. She couldn’t even describe the reaction her body had, it was so monumental, so overwhelming, so ethereal that she faded from the universe. She woke thrashing, her wrists and ankles screaming in protest at their bindings, and her body violently heaving. Wordlessly she settled back to the exam table wracked with quakes that would not stop.

And then the sharp pains started in all those places that had just been reborn in ecstasy. She was too dazed still to protest, or even speak. The pain became agonizing, universal. She knew she was screaming but couldn’t hear it. Fire licked at every nerve ending. 

Suddenly it was done. Tears burned across quivering cheeks. Her whole body was an uncontrollable mess. She could feel puddles of fluids under her, unsure if they were cum, urine, or something else. She’d been torn apart and was just now being allowed to come back together. She whispered to the void, “Please, I will do anything, just don’t make me go through that ever again.”

As her body continued quaking Doc walked around beside her. She looked up at him and felt such affection as if she were hopelessly in love for the first time. If only she could show him, throw herself around him, kiss and suck his feet, she wanted desperately to make him as elated and happy as she was.

A wave of nausea swept over her. She wanted to curl up but was held down. It morphed into despair, and darkness took her.

When she slowly came back around, Doc helped her sit up and then threw a blanket around her. A cup of hot tea was pressed to her hands. She sat on the exam table, her body still shaking, and sipped carefully, letting the warmth come back into her body.

“Your implants are working remarkably well. As if you were made for them.” Doc said while working on his datapad.

Nodding, she understood exactly what he was saying. She’d been born for slavery. It suited her to her very core. Even without the implants, she’d probably be in the same condition, cumming on demand, falling for her captor, fantasizing about a life with them. How could such a wholesome upbringing, and childhood of never wanting for anything have produced this?

Doc took her cup when she finished, then the blanket.

“While you were out, I inoculated you for all known venereals and tightened things up a bit down there. While not fully virginal reconstruction, no hymen replacement, for example, you may feel a little more pressure during regular sexual activities.”

Riley thanked him as he guided her to the hatch. With a gentle shove, he pushed her out of the sick bay, and the hatch slid closed. 

Dazed it took her several minutes to make the short walk back to her cabin. Unsure what to do she went to her usual spot, kneeling in front of the bed. She’d been born for it after all.

Degenerate Star - p02 (Mf - noncon, slavery, primal, sci-fi)

Riley fought. She kicked and lashed out and screamed and struggled, all as violently as she could. It was like fighting against a wall. The raider’s massive unhuman bulk barely yielded to any of her efforts. She was also in the awkward position of being tangled in the jumpsuit he was yanking from her body. One massive fist pinned her down by the throat, while the other worked at her clothing. The more he ripped it down her legs, the more her arms were restrained, as the sleeves pulled down with the rest of the uniform. She could have let her arms free by pulling them out of the jumpsuit, but that would be helping him strip her. She struggled fiercely to keep whatever skin she had inside her clothing, going near fetal as he pulled it further down.

When he smacked her face with an open hand slap stars burst in her head. She slumped back down to the ground dazed. In the moment of calm, he could have ripped her jumpsuit completely down her legs. Instead, he leaned into her face.

His nose almost touched her, she could feel hot breath on her face as he calmly explained. “Captain, there’s plenty more of that if you need it. I caught you, and I’m going to have you. You can relax and know it's going to happen. Save your strength to help your crew. Or I can beat you bloody and take you bloody anyway. Your choice.”

Riley stared up with half-glazed eyes. His words rang true. If he wanted to beat her bloody there was little she could do about it. She was an academy fit fifty-ish kilos while she guessed him to be well over three times that. His bare chest was unnaturally wide, augmentation she guessed. His career as a pirate and raider made the expense of implanted muscles well worth it.

With great effort, Riley forced herself to push her shoulders back. Relaxing as he asked was impossible, but she could make a show of it. As she let her arms and legs slump down, she felt her mind go strangely blank. It was going to happen anyway, she thought, closing her eyes.

“Good girl.” He breathed on her face. “Now, let's just get the rest of you unwrapped.”

As if it were happening to someone else, she felt him release her throat. She could breathe easier, but it was coming in ragged swallows of air.

He turned his attention back to her jumpsuit. She expected him to simply yank it off and be down with it, but he turned out to be a monster. Instead of simply yanking her uniform off her, he tortured her with the act. He tugged in short little bursts, disrobing slowly, exposing her in centimeters at a time. Every yank would make her body jiggle and quake for him, and he hummed his appreciation. She could feel the fabric bunching up at the small of her back, caught on her firm ass as her arms slipped up into the sleeves. She could feel his giant knuckles heated and burning against her pussy. It was purely practical, his fist gripping the lowest point of the jumpsuit's opening originally below the navel. He tugged, and his girthy fingers slipped down between thighs, exposing her to his gaze.

“Very nice captain. That’s a cute little landing strip you have there.”

Her face burned in shame. Eyes still closed she turned her head away. And still, it seemed distant, like it wasn’t even her head she was turning. It wasn’t her body being exposed. She was riding out this experience from afar. Even so, she’d never had a more humiliating experience in her life. Getting inoculated in a line with twenty other naked women had been awkward during basic training. Even her first sexual experience couldn’t be described as any worse than awkward when she’d willingly gotten naked in front of a boy for the first time. This was so much worse.

“Alright then, let's just get this off you,” he said as he pulled the jumpsuit down her legs.

The bunched-up suit just above her ass was pulled steadily down. The last vestiges of clothing slid down her legs slowly as he whistled, appreciating the view. He worked at her duty slippers, which were made for a sterile starship environment and not planetside expeditions. The footwear came off easily. Finally, he pulled the last of the jumpsuit over her legs, tossing it aside in the brush.

Riley couldn’t help crossing her legs and drawing an arm over her chest. By its own volition, one hand went to her crotch in an effort to cover herself. It's all as if it's happening to someone else. Thoughts were difficult to form, all she could see behind her closed eyes were the stars she had worked so hard to travel among.

Finished with disrobing his prey, the raider sat back kneeling beside the captain. She refused to open her eyes and look but knew he was devouring her with his gaze.

“Alright princess, go ahead and uncover yourself for me. I wanna see everything.”

For him? The demand was indignant. As if she would want to do anything for him. He could order her to uncover, but adding for him made it somehow even more perverse. Her limbs moved on their own. Her legs spread, the arm across her chest departed, leaving just a lonely hand covering her most intimate place. With a choked sigh, she felt that, too, leave her. She was utterly exposed to this animal.

“Fucking hells,” he breathed, “I knew when I saw you that you’d be fit. But fucking hell your naval trainers know how to shape a girl’s body.”

The words meant nothing to Riley. Just devices to hurt her. She understood them but let them wash over and through her. This was all happening to someone else.

The pace of his breathing quickened. She knew he was looking at her. He practically growled with anticipation, psyching himself up for the delights he was about to indulge. When he leapt up to his feet she turned her head. Riley forced her eyes open to see him kicking off his boot and tearing at the front of his breaches. When they fell down his legs she could only stare in horror at the massive cock that matched the rest of his body. It was unlike anything she’d ever seen in person.

Panicked, she came up to her elbows and tried to scramble away backwards. He fell to his knees, and a meaty fist lashed out, catching her by the ankle. She continued trying to feebly get away as he pulled her through the forest leaves back to him.

“Too late for that. Relax, try and enjoy.”

Riley continued trying to crawl backwards away from him. He grabbed a thigh and pulled her close, forcing her legs open and around him. His other hand took her by the chin. He could easily crush her whole skull with his hand. Instead, he shoved her back down. Laying there spread open, he pushed each leg up bending her in half. A distant voice told her it was going to hurt. That same imaginary voice started repeating his words to her, relax, relax, relax.

She forced herself to breathe, her gaze drifting up away from the monster to the canopy of leaves. Her distant body seemed to ease into the forest floor. From far off she felt him slapping his meaty cock against her landing strip. It made hefty slapping sounds with more force than she anticipated. Her mind instantly went to trying to determine the mass of it based on the force and speed she felt.

When he pressed the thick head to her hood she cried out, “No!”

It vibrated. The sensation against her was immediately alarming. It was bad enough that she had to endure the unwanted assault, but his purposeful stimulating of her during it was unimaginable.

He grabbed her hips, pinning her down, and pressed himself harder against her. His half-rigid cock pressed firmly against her slit as the vibrating head burrowed into her landing strips.

“Yes. I’ve got all sorts of enhancements. Let me show you.” He grunted. Not even attempting to penetrate he ground his cock against her. Riley squirmed in horror. The vibrations were irritating right now, but she’d played with a few toys through the hectic schedule of academy and knew that prolonged exposure would have a different effect. The thought of her body being forced to betray her filled her with revulsion. He was going to shame her completely in the process.

He winked and mumbled under his breath, and she felt the length of his cock come alive. Nubs buried inside the fleshy tool begin undulating, moving ridges along his skin. He slowly humped his cock against her slit, letting her feel the pulsing and vibrating as he pressed hard down into her.

Her lips, controlled by someone else begged, “Please, don’t.”

“Relax, you’ll get plenty of this when we sell you to the slavers.”

She closed her eyes and bit her lip trying to visualize herself out among the stars. His massive bulk rocked over her, the vibrations began to have an effect, and she could feel twinges of warmth sparking deep inside. Her breath hitched as he continued his assault. Stars, stars, stars, she desperately tried to envision constellations in the sky behind closed eyelids

The twinges of heat built into a slow fire. The bastard was taking his time. Leaning down over her. A hand came up to grip her throat. He held himself up on an elbow, grinding against her, stoking her fires. With a shuddering breath, she tried to squeeze her legs closed. Buried between her he groaned. She could feel him getting hard, and something worse. She could feel his gliding against her getting easier with each vibrating stroke. Feel the heat in her as his burning cock touched her in every wrong way. She could feel it getting slick, knowing it was her own juices providing the lubrication. Shame cloaked her, smothered her.

He paused, shifted his hips, and she felt the huge tip catch against her. Riley opened her eyes to see him leering down at her. Cold pale blue eyes looking deep into her very soul. She wanted to beg him to stop but knew it would be useless. Then he pushed in.

Riley gasped, her mouth forming a silent O as she was forced open. He pressed steadily against her, sliding slowly in centimeter by centimeter. He came to a painful stop as she struggled for breath. Shifting his hips, he made a series of small stabs, not going any deeper. The vibrating had the desired effect spreading her juices along his shaft. He pressed in again, sinking deeper. It was like he was tearing her apart, she’d never had a man so big in her. She mouthed the words without saying them, please, please, please. He simply pressed down harder still. When the pain in her was unbearable, she tipped her head back and cried out.

The hand on her throat squeezed. She finally saw the stars she’d been seeking and hoped they would take her away into unconsciousness. He relaxed his grip denying her that. The relentless vibrations continued in her tortured cunt. She was so full, painfully so. And she knew that once he started in earnest, she’d be a bloody mess. Relax, relax, relax, a voice somewhere in the darkness told her. She could only grunt as he shifted inside her.

Hot breath bathed her ear, “And now captain, the fun begins…

Degenerate Star - p01 (Mf - noncon, slavery, primal, sci-fi)

Riley sprinted through the woods, fear urging her on ever faster. Jogging had always been her favorite exercise. When she did it, she was alone in her head, listening to her body breathe, and heart pump through the exertion. This time, she was being chased.

She slowed to a stop in an animal trail and took a few ragged breaths. She’d never sprinted so hard before in her life. Listening over the sound of her heart pounding in her jugular, she heard voices yelling. They were looking for her. No, they were hunting her. She crept to a thick tree and leaned against it. Her hands and fingers were visibly shaking. She knew only bad things would happen if she were caught, if she were captured like the rest of her crew.

Thinking about the crew she’d abandoned, her hand dropped to her sidearm. She wanted desperately to ambush these savages and rescue her crew. The sad reality was that there were too many pursuers. Even if they had split up, one team to guard her crew and the others to chase her, it was too many to take on herself. She listened as they got further away. Relief swept over her. She’d somehow managed to slip away from the hunting party.

Suddenly, a burst of static from a nearby radio, followed by a man's voice, “I’m not letting a beauty like that get away.”

More static then, “I catch her, I get first shot at her. That alone makes me want to catch the bitch.”

She slowly pushed off the tree and began carefully picking her way through the dense forest. It was hard to tell how near the voice was, but she guessed pretty close. Ducking under branches and slipping around brambles, she made her way carefully from the man hunting her. Looking up, she tried to get a bearing on the green-tinted sun overhead. It was impossible. The small sun blended in with the forest canopy, creating a verdant haze above the foliage. She was lost on an uninhabited world, playing a dangerous game of hide-and-seek.

She picked her way slowly jogging, trying to be as quiet as possible. Looking back, Riley tried to discern which direction and how close the man hunting her was. When she turned back around to put more distance between him, she crashed headlong into a thicket of thorned brambles. Muffling her cries, she struggled, feeling her uniform jumpsuit tear. The bushes refused to yield. Riley struggled harder with fury, knowing she was making a commotion the hunter would easily hear. She wished she’d been on an open plain where she could run all out. Then, she realized he’d chase her down on a grav-bike.

With a final violent shake, Riley freed herself from the thorns and collapsed on the forest floor. Breathing hard, she pushed herself up to her hands and knees, only to see a hulk of a man come crashing through the brush.

“Gotcha!” the giant yelled. His chest was vast and bare, marred with scars and tattoos. Pale blue eyes watched her in delight as she struggled up and sprinted away. Laughing, he followed. She could hear his massive footsteps sounding like the beating of drums behind her.

Adrenaline sped her on, faster and faster. Only to have the branches snap and grab at her. Vicious stings echoed across her arms and legs, tearing her uniform as she pressed on. Riley could hear the man huffing behind her. A quick glance back to see how far away he was revealed that he was mere strides behind her. She pushed her legs harder still. Only to crash into another set of thorned hedges. This time, she cried out as the vines caught her like a fly in a web, slinging her back the way she’d come. Right into the arms of her pursuer.

Riley spun, screaming as thick, hairy arms wrapped around her. She managed to get one arm up out of the hold. Into a position she’d been taught at the academy. It was Supposed to be a way to break a grapple. When she twisted and forced her arm down, nothing happened. The man was so strong he merely laughed. Riley flailed desperately kicking and clawing at him. He hefted her up easily and tore her from the brambles before flinging her to the ground.

Dazed, she tried to claw her way back up, but a cargo truck of man landed on her back. The force of it knocked the wind out of the captain, and she could do nothing but scrabble in the dirt, trying to find breath. She felt her sidearm get ripped from its holster and tossed aside, then she was picked up by the kneeling man and slammed back down on her back. One massive fist held her down gripping the front of her jumpsuit.

He grabbed her by the neck and squeezed, “Normally, we’d let a runner go. But one look at you and I knew I had to have you. Not for the slavers, but myself…”

Riley tried to stab a knife-hand attack at his eyes. He laughed, held her down at arm’s length, and squeezed even harder on her neck. As stars danced in her vision, she felt his other hand rip open the front of her jumpsuit, destroying the fasteners. This was precisely what Riley had been afraid of, why she had fled while her crew surrendered. She struggled with every limb against an immovable object that leered and laughed down at her. He grabbed a fistful of her underthings and yanked back hard. The straps of her bra cut into her back painfully then snapped. He tossed aside the ruined garment, and she spilled free beneath him.

Now she struggled to cover herself. This, too, was futile. He captured both wrists in a single hand and yanked them up over her head. The captain wanted to do a very un-officerly thing and cry in frustration. Her ruined jumpsuit lay torn open, exposing her to the hungry gaze of the leering monster. Still pinning her wrists overhead, he took his other hand off her throat. Grabbing the opened jumpsuit just below her navel, he tugged, threatening to expose her even more.

“Been waiting longer than I like for this captain. We always sample the girls before we sell them to slavers. Would hate for you to think rank implies any special privilege.”

Captain Riley could do nothing as he ripped the jumpsuit down, exposing everything.