Chapter 1 - Captured
Degenerate Star - p01 (Mf - noncon, slavery, primal, sci-fi)
Riley sprinted through the woods, fear urging her on ever faster. Jogging had always been her favorite exercise. When she did it, she was alone in her head, listening to her body breathe, and heart pump through the exertion. This time, she was being chased.
Riley sprinted through the woods, fear urging her on ever faster. Jogging had always been her favorite exercise. When she did it, she was alone in her head, listening to her body breathe, and heart pump through the exertion. This time, she was being chased.
She slowed to a stop in an animal trail and took a few ragged breaths. She’d never sprinted so hard before in her life. Listening over the sound of her heart pounding in her jugular, she heard voices yelling. They were looking for her. No, they were hunting her. She crept to a thick tree and leaned against it. Her hands and fingers were visibly shaking. She knew only bad things would happen if she were caught, if she were captured like the rest of her crew.
Thinking about the crew she’d abandoned, her hand dropped to her sidearm. She wanted desperately to ambush these savages and rescue her crew. The sad reality was that there were too many pursuers. Even if they had split up, one team to guard her crew and the others to chase her, it was too many to take on herself. She listened as they got further away. Relief swept over her. She’d somehow managed to slip away from the hunting party.
Suddenly, a burst of static from a nearby radio, followed by a man's voice, “I’m not letting a beauty like that get away.”
More static then, “I catch her, I get first shot at her. That alone makes me want to catch the bitch.”
She slowly pushed off the tree and began carefully picking her way through the dense forest. It was hard to tell how near the voice was, but she guessed pretty close. Ducking under branches and slipping around brambles, she made her way carefully from the man hunting her. Looking up, she tried to get a bearing on the green-tinted sun overhead. It was impossible. The small sun blended in with the forest canopy, creating a verdant haze above the foliage. She was lost on an uninhabited world, playing a dangerous game of hide-and-seek.
She picked her way slowly jogging, trying to be as quiet as possible. Looking back, Riley tried to discern which direction and how close the man hunting her was. When she turned back around to put more distance between him, she crashed headlong into a thicket of thorned brambles. Muffling her cries, she struggled, feeling her uniform jumpsuit tear. The bushes refused to yield. Riley struggled harder with fury, knowing she was making a commotion the hunter would easily hear. She wished she’d been on an open plain where she could run all out. Then, she realized he’d chase her down on a grav-bike.
With a final violent shake, Riley freed herself from the thorns and collapsed on the forest floor. Breathing hard, she pushed herself up to her hands and knees, only to see a hulk of a man come crashing through the brush.
“Gotcha!” the giant yelled. His chest was vast and bare, marred with scars and tattoos. Pale blue eyes watched her in delight as she struggled up and sprinted away. Laughing, he followed. She could hear his massive footsteps sounding like the beating of drums behind her.
Adrenaline sped her on, faster and faster. Only to have the branches snap and grab at her. Vicious stings echoed across her arms and legs, tearing her uniform as she pressed on. Riley could hear the man huffing behind her. A quick glance back to see how far away he was revealed that he was mere strides behind her. She pushed her legs harder still. Only to crash into another set of thorned hedges. This time, she cried out as the vines caught her like a fly in a web, slinging her back the way she’d come. Right into the arms of her pursuer.
Riley spun, screaming as thick, hairy arms wrapped around her. She managed to get one arm up out of the hold. Into a position she’d been taught at the academy. It was Supposed to be a way to break a grapple. When she twisted and forced her arm down, nothing happened. The man was so strong he merely laughed. Riley flailed desperately kicking and clawing at him. He hefted her up easily and tore her from the brambles before flinging her to the ground.
Dazed, she tried to claw her way back up, but a cargo truck of man landed on her back. The force of it knocked the wind out of the captain, and she could do nothing but scrabble in the dirt, trying to find breath. She felt her sidearm get ripped from its holster and tossed aside, then she was picked up by the kneeling man and slammed back down on her back. One massive fist held her down gripping the front of her jumpsuit.
He grabbed her by the neck and squeezed, “Normally, we’d let a runner go. But one look at you and I knew I had to have you. Not for the slavers, but myself…”
Riley tried to stab a knife-hand attack at his eyes. He laughed, held her down at arm’s length, and squeezed even harder on her neck. As stars danced in her vision, she felt his other hand rip open the front of her jumpsuit, destroying the fasteners. This was precisely what Riley had been afraid of, why she had fled while her crew surrendered. She struggled with every limb against an immovable object that leered and laughed down at her. He grabbed a fistful of her underthings and yanked back hard. The straps of her bra cut into her back painfully then snapped. He tossed aside the ruined garment, and she spilled free beneath him.
Now she struggled to cover herself. This, too, was futile. He captured both wrists in a single hand and yanked them up over her head. The captain wanted to do a very un-officerly thing and cry in frustration. Her ruined jumpsuit lay torn open, exposing her to the hungry gaze of the leering monster. Still pinning her wrists overhead, he took his other hand off her throat. Grabbing the opened jumpsuit just below her navel, he tugged, threatening to expose her even more.
“Been waiting longer than I like for this captain. We always sample the girls before we sell them to slavers. Would hate for you to think rank implies any special privilege.”
Captain Riley could do nothing as he ripped the jumpsuit down, exposing everything.