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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe I should get the…”

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

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

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

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

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

“He died?” Riley whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She really fucked up this time.”

“Henfry’s dead because of this hole.”

“Zed’s little princess.”

“Never fucked a cunt worth millions.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suspicion leaked from his gaze. “Rubbish.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And how does a sorter help?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Begging is always welcomed.” He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me.” He demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. I need her for the work detail.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Computer, library access.”

“Thinking, guest access granted.”

“Tell me about the Hallucinogens.”

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

“How do I craft the first one?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What got you smiling?” he asked.

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

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

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

“Dubious.” Zed interrupted.

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

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

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

“Just take it off.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she lost control.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why is that?” K’rra asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. I’m fine, really.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready for another round then?”

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

“Yeah, well, your face said otherwise.”

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

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

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

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

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

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