Chapter 2 - Taken

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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