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 - 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…