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

Riley took a hard look at Zed. His impossibly broad chest, so massive it was as if two bodybuilders had been Frankensteined together. Thoughts of her hands on it, of it looming over her naked in the dark, filled her with a yearning that was impossible to ignore. That caused a rush of other thoughts, giant hands, handling her body as if she were made to fit them perfectly. Lips that sucked the air from her lungs, making her weak with giddiness. He could ask anything of her, and she knew no matter what it was, she would do it willingly. Any of his desires were hers to fulfill.

Beyond her wants as a woman, though, there were her duties to community. The Federation had given more to humanity and the galaxy than any other political entity ever known. Peace, prosperity, and universal freedom were its hallmarks. Slavery was abhorred, along with bullying, dishonesty, and tyranny. The desires of one woman could never measure up to the duty she owed her community and her crew.

The command staff was busy managing the ship. Zed barked orders, Serhho worked his controls, and Vgg-r and Sarina argued as blood spilled down her face. No one was looking at Riley at all. On the view screen, another beam of deadly light streaked in, blasting through the thin veil of the remaining shields. The ship shook as sparks erupted from a nearby console.

The enemy ship might still be fighting, but it was dead. While the Unnamed still had power. The fight was effectively over or would be in a few minutes.

She stood, tears stinging in her eyes, as she turned and yanked the crash bench open. Her people deserved a life of freedom, even if all she wanted to do was give herself completely to Zed. The bucket was there, lid still tightly closed. She ripped the lid off as the dark amber fluid inside sloshed. There was only a moment of hesitation as she poured the fragments into the bucket.

Realizing that shutting the bench would bottle up the hallucinogens, Riley pulled the bucket from the helmet as it erupted foam in her hands. Another hit to the Unnamed caused the ship to shake, and Riley watched as the bucket tumbled out of her grasp, shooting foaming spray across the bridge deck.

Holding her breath and wincing eyes shut, Riley dashed for the hatch. Only when the hatch closed behind her did she dare open her eyes. She continued holding her breath all the way down to the crew deck. She had no idea how badly the crew on the bridge, in such tight quarters, would be affected. But she hoped as badly as she had been the previous day.

She decided at that moment that she would return. If needed, finish off the attackers and prevent the Unnamed from a decaying orbit into the gas giant. She was not going to let Zed die, even if it meant the loss of her freedom.

Determined now to return, the sting of tears vanished. She passed the sickbay and hoped Terellia had done her part. There was no way to tell if anything had changed. Stopping, she checked the sick bay hatch and it would not open. It was impossible to tell if Terellia or any of her crew were in there.

Turning before the galley, she entered the crew quarters. This was territory she’d only seen in schematics. She moved swiftly, checking each room, looking for any of her lost crew. Thankfully the cabins were empty with the raiders being away at their battle stations. 

She found Kimura, in a small cabin for one person, an officer’s, obviously Vgg-r’s. Kimura knelt at the foot of the bed, just as Riley did a thousand times in Zed’s room. She knelt as a slave. Riley rushed to her.

“Kimura! We have to go.”

Kimura looked up, her eyes both sad and determined, “No, captain. I’m staying.”

Riley tugged on the smaller woman, forcing her to her feet. “I’m serious sailor! We need to go now.”

“I won’t go! This is where I belong.” Kimura screamed and yanked her arm away. 

“Leave her alone, you bitch.” Riley turned to see K’rra standing at the open hatch. The usually stoic woman’s pale blue face was a mask of rage.

Riley strode to K’rra, “We’ve got to go.”

K’rra lashed out throwing a punch at Riley. The blow would have struck Riley in the face. Instead, K’rra doubled over in agony, screaming. Riley understood why in an instant, not only could slaves not hurt their owners, but they also couldn’t hurt other slaves either. 

“K’rra, what the void?”

“At every opportunity captain,” K’rra glared up from the deck at Riley, “you stole my chance to express myself.”

“What are you going on about? We don’t have time for this.” Riley shouted.

K’rra stood but shook off Riley’s effort to help her up, “You know damn well what, captain. Every chance I had to climax, to orgasm without regret, you stole it away from me.”

“I was trying to spare you. I knew you were suffering.”

“I was not suffering, I was soaring! You have no idea how stifling Gyth society is, always straight-laced, always… dead inside. For once in my life, I could scream out in ecstasy and not be judged. I could indulge every sense, every emotion, feel every animal carnality in me. I was freer as a slave to be myself than I’ve ever been under the prude, watching eyes of those stoic fuckers forcing us to lock our animal instincts up. I’m tired of pretending to be something I’m not. I choose my desires.”

“K’rra, this is our only chance to escape. I can't make you come with, but you’ll be a slave for life if you stay.”

“I already told you, I’m more free here than I ever was at home. Not only am I not going anywhere, neither is Kimura. We’ve found happiness in our slavery. And if you really look at yourself captain, I think you did too.”

K’rra took a slave position next to Kimura, and the two rested heads on each other.

They were lost, and there was no saving them. The rest of her crew was in danger, though. If she moved fast, she could gather her people and still help them escape. She was too stunned to consider what had transpired with the two. She could only chalk it up to the implants. Except that she would be returning to join them. She needed to save the rest of the crew.

The ship shook, and Riley sprinted to the galley and then the utility room. Both were empty. Only one last deck to go. She tumbled down the stairs when the ship shook violently. Riley hoped someone on the bridge was conscience enough to keep fighting. 

Hold on Zed, she thought, I’ll be there in a minute.

She burst into the cargo hold to find Terellia pacing in the center of it. She raced to the crimson-skinned woman to find Terellia sobbing frantically. 

“Captain! I’m so sorry.”

“It's okay,” Riley gasped, taking Terellia and pulling her toward the hatch to the ship’s boat. “What happened?”

“I couldn’t do it. 

“Couldn’t destroy the overseer?” Riley pushed her along, getting ever closer to the hatch.

“I couldn’t even use the gun, captain. Please don’t be mad.”

Riley noticed the FOD bag Terellia carried earlier was missing. “What happened to the sidearm?”

“I’m so sorry, captain. I told Maxwell.”

“Okay and where is he?”

“He’s on the shuttle waiting for us.”

“And the sidearm?”

“Maxwell gave it to Geller. He said something about her not having implants.”

Riley’s spine went icy. 

Before Riley could say anything, she heard Zed’s voice call from across the cargo bay. Standing at the stairs she’d just come down, he called, “Riley! How could you?”

From frying pans to fires, Riley thought. She gave Terellia a shove to the shuttle hatch and whispered, “Get in the shuttle and take off. I disabled the lock. Tell Maxwell to fly fast and hard. I’ll slow them down.”

She turned to see Zed striding through the cargo bay, an irresistible force sweeping everything aside as he came toward her. The hatch behind her hissed open and closed. She just needed to hold Zed off for a minute or two, enough time for Maxwell to fire up the engines and escape. 

“What have you fucking done?” Zed yelled, fury openly showing on his face.

“I did my duty!” she screamed back at him. She wanted to say more, but behind Zed on the stairwell he’d just descended she saw Geller, with a pistol in her hand. 

Geller stopped and aimed right at Riley. Time seemed to slow. Fear gripped Riley locking her in place. Her mind raced unsure what to do with so many things being thrown at her at once.

Zed, seeing the look on Riley’s face, spun around, saw Geller, and dove sideways between teetering stacks of cargo. 

The shot missed Zed, barely. Splintered fragments of plastic flew from the blast that hit the cargo he’d just barely dodged behind. 

Riley screamed and rushed forward, “Zed!”

Geller advanced into the cargo bay with the pistol in front of her, like a priest whose faith in their holy relic could ward off evil spirits. She walked firing with every step. Firing every single one of them at Zed, who ducked and weaved, leaped, and sprinted, moving faster than any human Riley had ever seen. Bits and pieces of cargo vaporized in miniature explosions and hazy smoke filled the bay. Geller kept firing at him.

Riley screamed again, “Zed!”

The entire ship suddenly jerked sideways. Hard. 

The explosion echoed through the ship's hull, sending bits of FOD debris flying like stray bullets in every direction. Riley was slammed into the floor as boxes and containers flew past her. Dazed, she knew what had just happened: a missile hit the Unnamed. 

She wondered how bad the damage was while struggling back up to her feet. The landscape of the cargo bay was completely changed. Entire pallets had fallen, pathways were blocked, and stray crates lay everywhere. Thick smoke concealed the ceiling, most of the lights were flickering, and sparks rained down at the far end. 

One leg wasn’t working properly, and she saw blood gushing around a sharp fragment of plastic buried in her thigh. It took her brain a moment to register that it was her leg not working and bleeding.

Riley pulled herself up with the help of a stack of fallen crates, just in time to see Geller stalking toward her with the pistol still in her hand.

“Wait! No!” Riley yelped throwing her hands up defensively.

Geller smashed the pistol into her face. Riley collapsed again feeling her numb leg scream painfully as she fell on it. Bleary-eyed and struggling to gain control of her limbs, Riley could do nothing as Gellar dragged her across the floor of the cargo bay.

“No…” Riley slurred.

Hands grabbed Riley dragging her faster across the floor. Maxwell loomed over her, yanking her through the shuttle hatch and dumping her on the deck of the shuttle. Geller fired a few more shots from inside the shuttle.

She heard Zed yell, calling her name, “Riley!”

The shuttle hatch slammed shut with a bang, then sealed itself.

Maxwell and Geller left her huddled on the deck as they rushed to the controls of the ship’s boat. 

“Pushing off!” Maxwell yelled, and the ship lurched. 

Riley crawled up the hatch to the viewport unable to get a final look at Zed. Instead, she watched through tears as the Unnamed spiraled away, burning and crippled. She banged on the hatch, wanting desperately to go back but knowing that was impossible now.

Eventually, Terellia put an arm around Riley and guided her to a crash bench. Riley sobbed as she was strapped in. And screamed when the fragment was pulled from her leg. A cooling spray eased that, along with a hypo of anesthetic. The last thing felt before sleep took her was the tiny ship’s lurch into hyperspace.

As the shifting bands of multicolored light splashed through the hatch viewport, Riley could only think, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, she wanted to go back…

Degenerate Star Part 42 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

A ping sounded, waking Riley. Panicked, she reached for Zed, but his place was empty. She scampered out of bed and dashed for the head. The best thing about not wearing clothes was that it made waking from sleep that much faster. She grabbed her jumpsuit and slipped into it. The ring key was still stashed in its pocket.

She padded down the hall on bare feet to the bridge. As she went, she itched, the suit tugged and touched her in uncomfortable places. A month of naked, and clothes felt completely alien to her now. She considered using the key to enter the bridge. Instead, she opted for caution and rapped on the hatch with a fist.

It slid open and she saw the command staff gathered around the weapons console. She moved up behind Zed and touched his elbow.

He whispered back at her, “We picked up a warp echo.”

She nodded, “And?”

He shrugged, “The new ship is roughly the same size as ours. We’re watching to see what they do.”

“What type of ship?” Riley asked.

“Hmm, looks like an armed merchant-class vessel. It would be a tough fight.” Sarina said.

“Where are they headed?” 

Sarina answered, “Moving to far orbit of the north pole of the Corina primary. They pass this gas giant in about five minutes.”

Riley nodded watching a blip on the scanner. “That's what I would do. Hang out at the local sun. It’s a good central location to get anywhere in the system as fast as possible. The far orbit won’t have enough radiation or electromagnetic activity to block their signature. They want to be seen. It looks like they are being upfront and honest.”

“Why are they early? A full day, like literally twenty-five hours to the second.” Serhho asked suspiciously.

“Eager to inspect?” Riley whispered. She realized how silly it was for everyone to be on pins and needles when the inspector ship seemed to be operating as openly and non-hostilely as possible. She said aloud, “I think it's safe to approach, at the very least, make contact with them.”

Zed stared at the holographic images flickering in the space over the console, “Maybe…”

“New contact!” Sarina hissed. “Five hundred tonnes maybe a little more.”

Riley noted that the new ship was bigger than the Unnamed and the Coalition ship by about half again, which she thought would be a tough fight. The Coalition merchant posed no worries in her mind at all.

Everyone watched the scanner until a light on the console flashed wildly.

“We’re being hailed,” Sarina said.

Riley corrected her, “No. It's an open-system communication. The first ship is broadcasting to everyone nearby.”

“Well?” Zed said, “Let's hear it.”

Sarina toggled the switch, and the bridge was flooded with voices.

“This is Coalition vessel Amywhest seeking parley with Zed Cyapholous of the Unnamed. Do you read?”

Sarina asked, “Should we answer?”

Serhho hissed, “If we answer they’ll spot us. Void no, don’t answer.”

Zed shook his head no.

Riley struggled to understand what was happening. The new ship veered, setting an intercept course for the Coalition ship.

“I’ve got a visual on the new ship,” Sarina reported. One corner of her display changed showing the white form of a Federation warship. 

“Get it on the main screen,” Zed said.

The fore viewport changed from a window out into space to a live recording image focusing on the new ship. Riley recognized the type of ship instantly, one of many drilled into her years of Academy. It was a frigate, a small military ship, but this one was very old.

“Fucking Feds!” Serhho muttered angrily.

“Wait. Something is off.” Riley said.

On-screen, they watched as the Coalition ship turned and boosted toward the rings of the gas giant they were hiding in. 

“The Federation ship has raised shields and is arming weapons,” Sarina reported excitedly. “The Coalition ship is coming straight for us!”

“Hold steady!” Riley barked and all eyes turned to her for a moment, “The Coalition ship is running to hide. There’s no indication they’ve spotted us. Zoom in on the Federation ship, get me a close look at it.”

The Federation ship fired a volley of beam weapons. While all came close, only one beam struck the shields of the Coalition vessel causing brilliant flashes of light just off the surface. The screen zoomed in. Bits and pieces of ice and metal floated occasionally blocking the view while Riley studied the battle on screen.

“It's a Vyalan class Federation frigate. Sixty years old at least. The last of these were mothballed when I was in grade school.” Riley reported absently to the nervous command staff. She pointed, “Look! Empty weapon hard-points. And those on the starboard deck are filled in with… looks like commercial or Coalition grade weapons.”

“Which means?” Zed growled.

“They fired without hailing the Coalition ship. That’s against every Federated protocol. That’s not a Federation commander.”

Everyone looked at each other weighing Riley's words.

As the Coalition ship sped towards them from very far away the Federation ship fired another round of beams in a tight fan. Several caught the back end of the fleeting ship, and her shields collapsed. One engine ripped itself apart and a spray of fiery fragments. 

The freighter fired back, but Riley noted that it was too late. With an engine down and possible damage to critical subsystems, the wounded ship was dying in front of them. It would never make it to the ice rings.

The Coalition ship spiraled trying to avoid the brilliant lances of fire that pursued it. Ruby beams sliced across its hull, causing micro explosions wherever they touched.

“Engage,” Riley said. When no one responded she said it again. “Engage now blast it.”

Zed stroked his chin in a nervous gesture, “Why would we do that? We’re hidden here.”

“If we help that merchant ship whoever is in that frigate will be facing two targets and twice as many cannons. The confusion gives us a huge tactical advantage. Strike now.”

Zed raised a hand. “Wait… let’s see how this plays out. Maybe it's just pirates looking to pick the merchant clean.”

“No, Sir. I know how it plays out, that ship dies doing little damage to the bigger one. This isn’t the time to be a spectator. That Federated ship is out for blood. Whoever it is means to kill the inspectors. And you will be next. Serhho was right it is an ambush, only by someone we don’t know.”

“I want to know who. Before we risk our lives.” Zed watched as the freighter was being picked apart.

“The first rule of an ambush is to get out of it as fast as possible. We attack right damn now, and we’ve foiled any advantage they have. Zed… attack.”

“Let’s see how this plays out.” He said watching as the second engines of the freighter erupted.

Riley ground her teeth in frustration. She wanted to shove Serhoo aside and take the helm, but it would be pointless, a wave of the wand and she’d be on the deck screaming in agony.

They watched as things played out exactly as she said they would. The Coalition ship was not just critically wounded, but it was fired upon until it completely came apart. The superstructure burned as the ship spiraled toward them. It shuddered in a final gasp of life, then erupted in a short-lived ball of flames. Vacuum claimed the flames quickly, leaving only the scattered wreckage of what was once a ship tumbling through space towards them.

“Poor bastards,” Sarina said. “Bad draw of the cards.”

“Should we reposition?” Serhoo asked nervously, “We might get hit with that debris.”

Riley wasn’t worried about the debris. The distance would spread it out thousands of kilometers before it ever came close to them. She watched the Federation ship closely trying to understand what the enemy captain’s tactics were. The goal, she assumed, was to take the multi-million credit slaves away from Zed. Why they chose to kill the inspectors was unknown. Perhaps to pose as inspectors themselves? Knowing the whys would help when they eventually crossed beams.

“What’s our plan?” she asked, looking sharply at Zed.

“Think we can sneak away?” He asked.

“Not a chance.” Riley said, “They haven’t changed course. They recognize this is the only place to hide. That ship is sixty years old. Even with its original ancient scanners, they’ll spot us eventually. Doubly so if we boost out of here with our engines spitting hot radiation everywhere.”

“Well, what do you propose?” Zed asked.

“Ambush them ourselves.”

“Are you fucking kidding? That thing is way bigger than us.” Serhho blurted.

“Not so big, only half again our size. More guns, sure… but they’re all on the starboard side. These ships had power plant issues. I’m guessing to compensate for that, they stuck all the cannons on that side, close to the main conduit. The port side only has a few missile launchers, we’d need to dodge like hell, but that’s easier than facing a full battery of beams.”

Sarina seemed to hang on every word, she asked, “Which means?”

Riley looked down at the sitting cat-woman and told her, “If we maneuver above and to the port of them, we can target the power systems while only having to worry about a couple of missiles. How many gunners do we have?”

“Four.”

“All right, when we attack, assign only one of them to attack the ship,” Riley pointed out the exact spot on the holo-display, “Right here. The generator and main conduit run along this spine. Hit that and they’ll be crippled, sucking for energy. The other gunners should focus on any missiles they launch.”

Serhho responded in a calm he hadn’t shown in days. “Got it. Evasive maneuvers while climbing over them and to their port.”

“It’s the best we can do,” Riley explained. She saw Zed looking at her with a smug smile. “Don’t kid yourselves, this will be a hard fight, but it will succeed.”

“What makes you so sure?” Serhho asked.

“Because they operate their ship like you do this one. They’re amateurs.”

The comms light on the console flashed again.

“They’re broadcasting,” Sarina said as she flicked the channel open.

“This is a message to Zed ole boy of the Unnamed… I know you’re out here…. Don’t make me chase you through those rocks.”

Zed laughed. “Captain Tyssa. Looks like he got himself a new ship.”

“Who?” Riley asked.

“Another friend from prison,” Vgg-r replied. “We were on his crew initially but left in bad spirits. For umm…”

Zed finished for him, “For compensation and… ethical reasons.”

“Ethical? What was he killing prisoners?” The look Zed gave Riley confirmed just that.

“He was a hard man to work with. Killed some on his own crew without any attempt to sort… personal issues out.” Vgg-r added with a glance at Zed. Riley thought of Henfry and realized things must have been much worse with Tyssa.

“What type of ship did he have.”

Zed laughed. “He was the original owner of the Unnamed. What did he call her?”

“The Egalyte Hydronian.” Vgg-r said.

“Wait… you mean to tell me you chose the name Unnamed?” Riley asked incredulously.

Zed looked at her like a hurt teenage boy, “Hey! It’s a great name.”

“Told you,” Vgg-r said.

“Kids,” Serhho said, “They’ll be in the rings in about five minutes. When do we engage?”

Riley thought as Zed and Vgg-r watched her closely. “He obviously wants you, wants your cargo, that’s me. He won’t fire so long as he thinks he can get it. My plan would be to hail him and have a pleasant chat as we drift slowly into beam range, stay directly in front as long as possible, but when you get the command, dart into that weak side. Then, we hit him with everything we got.”

Zed nodded, “That’s it then. Helm, Weapons, do as she instructs. We play the weak little lamb. Until we’re not.”

“Aye captain!” the bridge crew barked in unison. 

Riley peeked behind her. The crash bench was less than a meter away. One stride and she could open it. Maybe the fight would be so sudden and unexpected that the Unnamed would come out unscathed. Maybe there wouldn’t be a chance to use the chems hidden away. Maybe Zed would reconsider the sale, having been double-crossed. Too many maybes for a realistic plan she decided. If the ship shook, she would follow the original scheme and release the hallucinogens. Even if she didn’t entirely want to leave now, her crew deserved a chance.

“Any reason to wait?” Zed asked.

Riley thought about the situation, “Maybe. If we exit the ice rings as they enter, it could throw off their firing solutions.”

“Won’t that do the same to us?” Sarina said.

“They will be in the ice ring, the firing solutions themselves, the computer aim, will be thrown off. The computer will get weird signals from all the ice around them. We’ll be outside, and our solution will be fine because we won’t have all sorts of debris surrounding us,” Riley explained, “But beams from both ships may get blocked by random chunks in the way.”

“How soon will they get to the rings?” Zed asked Serhho.

Serhho worked out the trajectory, “A couple of minutes.”

“Get ready,” Zed ordered, “When their plot shows they can’t turn away we make a break for it.”

“We can’t run,” Riley said, “We have to hit them.”

Zed nodded, “Understood.”

The call came again, “Zed, Zed, Zeddy boy. Come out and play. We just wanna have a chat about your cargo… you know the one, reddish hair, fit, sucks like a pro. The rest you can keep.”

What in the singularity, thought Riley. Why was she being mentioned? A federation officer might be a valuable prize in war, for info. But as a slave? She was baffled. This fight was getting personal.

“Tell me, Zed, you still running around with that butt-sniffing flea-infested mongrel?”

Vgg-r growled as Sarina snickered.

“Get ready,” Riley said watching the display. Another minute and the path of the larger ship would sweep into the ice rings.

Serhho’s display of the enemy ship lit up, rippling bands of circles radiated out from the blip on the screen.

“They’ve gone active!” Serhho yelled. “Pinging the rings like mad.”

“Go now!” Riley barked. “They’ve spotted us, but hold fire.”

Serhho tapped like mad on his console and threw a lever back. The ship shuddered, the engines whined to life, and the Unnamed lifted away from the rock it had been stuck to.

Zed took a seat in his chair and flipped a switch. The viewport changed to a large, ruddy alien with flanges of carapace-like skin at his temples, wearing a motley collection of battle armor, sat on a command chair similar to Zeds.

“Tyysa, my friend, what are you doing out here? Working with the Feds no less.”

“There you are Zeddy. I just want one thing. Turn over the Fed Captain.”

“I’ve grown fond of her sucking… being a pro and all.”

“Zed, think of the repair costs, that is, if you survive. You still got the little bitch, right?”

Riley understood in an instant and stepped back towards Zed. If she was not aboard, they would have an open license to destroy the Unnamed. Her presence would buy them time. Zed tried to wave her back, but she ignored him coming up to his side and throwing an arm around him. She’d forgotten about the broken fastens and her chest threatened lewdly to spill out. 

Zed looked back up at the screen. “Yup, like I said, quite fond. If you want my toys, you’re going to have to come take them.”

“We’re clear,” Serhho said.

Riley stepped away from Zed coming up behind Serhho, whispering, “Ready? Slip to their port side and come up on the elliptical plane, now.” 

The larger ship came barreling at the Unnamed. Serhho eased the ship starboard, rising and turning to corkscrew as it rose, keeping its gun trained on the Federated vessel. 

Tyysa continued his mocking, “Last chance Zed. Hand her over.”

Riley ducked over to Sarina’s chair and hissed, “Fire. Fire now.”

“Come and get her.” Were Zed’s last words as he cut communications and the two ships fired at once.

The Unnamed had come around to the port side just as the Federation ship turned, trying to correct, and entered the ice rings. Sharp, razor-thin white beams lashed out from the Unnamed. Only a few ruby streams flicked out from the Federation ship, which was caught at an awkward angle and unable to bring its weapons to bear. Both ships landed direct hits. All four of the Unnamed’s beams hit. The enemy ship’s shield flickered under the strain as hull plates exploded off the top dorsal ridge, a thick spine running the length of the ship to the engines. 

At least one of the Federation ship’s beams connected with the Unnamed. Her shield held but shook the ship violently, and Riley was thrown down to the deck.

Claxons wailed as Riley climbed back up to monitor the displays. The Federated ship was deep in the ring now partially obscured by a mist of ice and rock particles. She watched as the running lights on the enemy ship blinked randomly across its hull. It continued firing back at the Unnamed, but the icy field, trillions of tons of water and rock, confused the targeting system of the ship swimming through that mess. The incoming beams were scattered, vaporizing, any ice chunks in their way, but missing their mark with a wide berth.

“Direct hit!” Riley yelled. “Keep on their port side but come up over them. Stay out of the ring.”

The Unnamed had turned enough that it was coming back into the rings, but up above them now instead of going through. The Federation ship had also turned enough that it was coming out of the icy ring, but fires sparked along its upper spine. It could still only get a few weapons aimed at the Unnamed, firing furiously as it tried to come about hard.

Riley continued barking orders. The two ships exchanged fire. “Sarina, tell gunners two to four to switch to flak fire. They’ll fire missiles once they're clear of the ice.”

“Fish in the water!” Vgg-r cried out, “Two missiles launched.”

“Going evasive!” Serhho called. The stars in the fore viewport danced as the Unnamed bucked wildly to lose missile locks.

One beam continued firing at the Federation ship, scoring hit after hit on the weakened shields. The others fired short bursts at the incoming missiles. As the missiles streaked in, a lucky blast obliterated one. The other dodged honing in.

“Vagg-r called out, “Impact in three… two… one…”

The Unnamed shook violently sending Riley cartwheeling into Vgg-r. The two landed in a heap on the crash bench. Vgg-r shoved her aside and rushed to Sarina who bled profusely from a gash in her head. Dazed, Riley wondered which piece of FOD had her crew missed.

“… Lost two guns, and losing fuel,” Serhho was calling out a damage report.

Riley had seen the fires on the back of the Federation ship, close hits to its power plant. It was grievously wounded from their opening salvo. The Unnamed was also faring poorly from what she’d just heard.

She glanced up at the viewport as the federated ship swung around, bringing all its guns to bear on the Unnamed. One more round was all it would take to end it. Riley held her breath waiting for the deathblow to come. 

And only one beam fired.

The ship shook as it connected. The shields held, but barely. Riley was shoved back down into the crash bench. The slugfest the fight had started was now only weak stabs when either ship could even muster that. The lights on the enemy ship continued to flicker. That, and the single beam shot, told her everything, the enemy ship’s generator was wounded and struggling.

Her fingers dug into the cushion beneath her, debating. With Sarina hurt, it would be oh so easy to walk over to her console and eject the ship’s boat. Even though she’d ordered her crew to board it, she had no idea if they’d been able to do so. Another part of her wanted to yank Sarina from her console and take over herself. Riley knew she could manage the power and weapon systems better than the cat could. She knew if she were at the console, she could win this fight. 

Time seemed to slow as Riley chose to stay or go…

Degenerate Star Part 41 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

The alarm chimed, waking Riley, who rolled to Zed and took him in her mouth. She stroked and sucked him, leaving the starship captain, she once was, behind to be his willing servant. At this moment, there was nothing else in the universe but for her to serve him. In her Zen state she felt him rouse, pet her, and enjoy her services. When he came in her mouth, she eagerly sucked him down, trying not to spill a drop. Not just to be of service properly, but because of the way his hot seed seemed to sizzle on her tongue. She really had to ask him what alterations he’d done to his cum to make it narcotically addictive.

They showered, and she spent ample time rubbing him with soapy breasts. He took her again, fucking her against a wall as she whimpered under his assault. Finished she dreamily leaned in one corner, so senseless her duties of scrubbing were momentarily forgotten. After drying, she dressed him, relishing the feeling of giving herself so completely to another. At the hatch, he beckoned her to follow.

The usual suspects occupied the bridge. Vgg-r stood off to one side, while Serhho and Sarina occupied the Navigation and Weapons consoles. Glances were exchanged but no words. Zed took his command chair and Riley went to her knees on the deck beside him.

The speakers pinged. The universe lurched. Stars filled the fore viewport.

“We’re here,” Serhho announced. “Making way to orbit five, gas giant with ice ring.”

“Find us a nice hidey spot.” Zed said.

“Aye, Captain.” 

Zed looked down at Riley, “We’ve got fifty hours before they are supposed to show. Anything else we can do to increase our odds of hiding?”

It was a strange position to be in, on her knees naked while giving tactical aid. “Shut down all systems you can spare. Electromagnetic signatures of any kind may be picked up through passive detection. If they come in hot, pinging away with any type of active detection, masar, ladar, whatever, they’ll have a better chance of spotting the Unnamed.”

Zed nodded, “Right, but active detection will fill the sky with signals, a ship the next system over will spot them. We could put a missile right up their tailpipe without a sweat.”

Riley knew Zed was exaggerating for dramatic effect, but he was right, if someone looking for them went loud, everyone in the system would spot them. The possibility that there might already be others here hiding occurred to her. 

“True enough. Have you considered that the inspectors may already be here hiding?” Riley asked.

Serhho turned and shot an ugly look. Zed ignored it and replied, “We’ll find out soon enough. Get us in those rocks.”

Tense minutes went by as the command crew watched the viewport. No one said a word. They simply watched as the gas giant loomed ever closer, its rings expanding in size. As they grew ever larger, the ice rings began to get fuzzier, harder to tell where the edge was. Soon, it broke up into an uncountable number of chunks of ice and rock.

“Entering rings now.” Serhho announced. A pitter-patter sound, like rain on a metal roof, started echoing through the ship as it was bombarded with thousands of frozen water droplets.

“Weapons, you detecting anything?” Zed asked.

“Nothing. No movement anywhere that I can see.”

Zed let out a long sigh. “Ok, if there’s an ambush it looks like we got here earlier than they did. Nothing to do but sit back and wait out the last two days. Have we parked yet?”

“Finding a spot.” Serhho reported, “Got one, touch down in two minutes.”

A few minutes later, there was a creaking groan, and the ship shuddered.

“Will we stick?” Zed asked. Riley’s first instinct was to answer, but she kept quiet to not one-up Zed.

Serhho said, “Yeah, I picked a ferrous rock. We’re magnetically clamped to it. We’re not going anywhere.”

Riley moved to the weapons console. She double-checked the displays, making sure nothing lurked in the system. If only Zed had a military-grade scanner, she thought. She turned back to him and nodded.

Thumbing a switch on his command chair Zed addressed the whole crew. “Attention, attention, listen up you glorious bastards. We are now in system waiting for inspection and sale. For the next fifty hours, that's two days for those of you with a university degree, we need to be on our toes. Double shifts and stay alert. You see or hear anything, report it up to me. Play it frosty, and we all walk away with the fattest bonuses you’ll ever see… Out.”

The weapons officer was the only one who really needed to be on the bridge, but the entire command staff was reluctant to leave. Riley, Zed, and Vgg-r hovered behind Sarina, watching the scanners for any hint of company.

Several hours ticked by. Riley finally announced, “I’m pretty sure there’s no one here with us.”

No one said a word for several minutes, then Zed broke the silence, “Looks like.”

“My people have FOD to collect, I’m going to help out.” Nobody said anything as Riley exited.

In the utility room, she found K’rra checking cabinets to make sure they were secured. Riley sent her out through the ship to collect her crew. While K’rra was gone, Riley found the bag with her handgun still stashed in the cabinet. She slung the strap over her shoulder and waited. When they all returned, each wearing a bag of some sort to collect stray bits and pieces of the ship, she gathered them into a huddle. She looked suspiciously at Geller, then gave them a briefing.

“You all heard the announcement, I’m sure; we’ve less than forty-seven hours at this point until the inspection ship is supposed to make rendezvous. The commander of this ship decided to come in early and hide just in case the inspectors try to set up an ambush. The raiders are going to begin powering down non-essential systems to mask out the signature.”

“We are going to continue collecting FOD and locking down any loose gear until told otherwise. Everyone should have a FOD bag with them to collect debris. If you find anything that can’t be secured, let K’rra know, and we’ll see what can be done.”

“This is the important part. If things get bad. If it turns out it is an ambush, if there are high-g maneuvers, I need everyone to make their way to the ship’s boat. That vessel will be our safe room for the duration of any conflict these raiders get into.”

“We won’t be able to leave on it,” Riley lied. “But it will give us some extra protection if the ship loses its atmosphere or is breached.”

“That’s it. If we’re lucky, these are our last two days aboard this ship.”

“And a last word to all of you. You’ve performed above and beyond. Each one of you has made me so proud.” She looked past Geller, “And you’ve all done your duty with great sacrifice. We’re going to all get out of this together. Keep your spirits high, we will endure.”

As the crew broke up Riley pulled Terellia aside. “I need you to keep this bag with you. Remember, if things get bad, go to the sick bay and destroy the big tube hanging from the ceiling.”

“Aye, captain… its just…” 

“Yes?”

“I never went through weapons training. I don’t even know how to use this thing.”

“You’ve seen action vids?”

“Well, sure, but…”

Riley cut her off, “It's no different. Just point and pull the trigger.”

Crestfallen, this duty had fallen on her, Terellia replied, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“This is important Terellia. You are literally the only one that can do it.” Riley lied. Geller also didn’t have a full set of implants, but Riley would sooner cut her own wrists open than give the scheming bitch a handgun.

Still looking deeply worried, Terellia gave a half-hearted, “I understand.”

“One more thing,” Riley whispered, “Don’t tell anyone else. We are all counting on you to do this.”

Riley spent the day helping collect FOD and trying to show her team that she had not yet been broken. As the day wore on unneeded systems began to be shut down. In the last few hours of the work shifts, she noticed only every third light was on, casting the ship into a miserable gloom.

When the shift ended, she went to Zed’s stateroom. He wasn’t there, of course, so she tidied up and went to her position. A few hours later he arrived to find Riley half dozing against the bed. He woke her and then went to the head.

When he returned, she asked, “So?”

He glanced at her as he went to the bed and sat heavily. “So what?”

“Are you still planning on keeping me, Sir?”

“Let’s see what the inspector says.”

At that moment she knew. Ten million credits was too much temptation. She closed her eyes not wanting to look at him. In her private darkness, she felt no comfort knowing these might be her last days with him. Maybe, she thought, just maybe, her crew could pull an escape off. Otherwise, she hoped the implants did just as good a job of making her fall for the next owner.

“Can I make a suggestion, Sir?” She asked, wanting to be alone, wanting him to go away.

“Sure.”

“If it were my ship in similar circumstance… I’d tour the ship stopping to talk with everyone. Let them know things are tense, but you got their backs.”

Zed laughed, “Does that actually work with you Feds?”

“No,” Riley said. It works with people. As a commander, you need to show vision and communicate confidence. If your crew sees you strutting around without a care in the world, it will go a long way to putting them at ease.”

“I really need rest,” Zed said. Then he stood, “But what the void? Your suggestion may have a nugget of truth in there.”

When Zed left, Riley went to the head and showered, using water at a temperature she hated, scalding hot. She’d endured it so many times for him. Why not one last time? There may have been tears on her face, but the stinging heat might also just be jets of hot water.

Zed returned an hour later to find Riley kneeling at the foot of the bed. He stripped and took one of her hands dragging her into his bed. He fucked her more gently than he ever had. Neither said a word. Riley knew that he would betray her the next day. And she was going to do the same to him.