Chapter 3 - Self-betrayal

Degenerate Star - p03 (Mf - noncon, slavery, primal, sci-fi)

The raider leaned on an elbow to keep from completely crushing Riley beneath him. His other hand was tightly wrapped around her neck, threatening to take her air if she didn’t comply. He eased his hips forward bottoming out inside her, then pulled back as she grunted. This was a scenario the academy had never thought to mention or train against, she thought. The nubs under the skin of his huge cock shifted, undulated, and rotated making her feel a host of sensations she’d never experienced before. Coupled with the vibration it was causing cascading waves of tightness that drove away the pain. She was already slick around him. These pulses of pleasure were torture she couldn’t bear. 

He didn’t seem to care. With a grunt, he shoved back into her, slamming into her cervix. Her hands instinctively went to his chest trying to resist, to push him away. He simply pulled back and slammed into her again. Each thrust felt like it was splitting her in two, and she groaned painfully.

The starship captain was forced to beg, “Please! It's too much…”

Lost in his own pleasure the raider continued slowly pounding into her. He stared into her eyes with a glazed look, not really seeing her. She knew she was nothing more than a hole to be used. She was a thing for his pleasure. All her training, sacrifices, dedication, it meant nothing to this man who simply saw her as a cunt to be fucked. He begin thrusting into her harder and faster. She was soaking now, able to feel her juices trickling down thighs. Humiliated, she closed her eyes as he rocked into her. The whirling flesh and vibrations inside her were making it difficult to concentrate. Her grunts and groans changed to needy high-pitched sighs. 

“No please…” She groaned. Even as she did, she could feel the heat burning inside her. The waves of pleasure becoming peaked torrents. She tried desperately to disassociate, to make her mind go elsewhere. The thrumming twisting cybernetic cock inside her kept bringing her back. She was both watching from afar and feeling her inside churning as he filled her. Each thrust became more frenzied. His tempo increased. As she cried out, he began pounding into her. Slamming her down with such force she was afraid her ribs might break. She imagined he wasn’t trying to fuck her, but instead, fuck right through into the ground below. 

And soon the vibrations inside her, on her clit became so intense she couldn’t feel or see anything. Just a guitar cord thrumming inside her. Each pluck of it sent her into a dizzy array of her own gasps. It wasn't her, she told herself. It was the enhancements. He was doing this to her on purpose. Driving her body against her, making it perform against her will. She felt her legs wrap around his and pull him into her. She cried out loudly as he jackhammered inside her.

When the tight cord in her body wound to breaking point, she felt all of her muscles contract at once. Blinding white hot light poured through her body. Far away she heard herself screaming. And everything broke at once. She cried in strangled guttural tones, her own body a frenzy under the brute’s. She went limp and floated. Feeling nothing. Dying. A thousand deaths. 

Then she crashed back down. One of her arms was wrapped around his neck. Along with her legs, she pulled him into her while shoving herself against him in ways no proper naval officer should ever do. Her other hand clutched his wrist, holding on to him for dear life. Afraid he would clench and choke her out. She heard frenzied cries, knew she was making them, and felt shame down to her very core. None of it mattered though, her body floated, feeling nothing but the heat and warmth of him smothering her.

As she lay quaking in the aftermath of the flood, she felt him pumping into her. Then he froze. He convulsed and growled as he filled her. Riley was too dazed to worry about far off things like pregnancy. She could only clutch at him, hang on to him like an anchor, as she rode her own quakes. Slime oozed out her and down her thighs and ass as he continued filling her. With a final grunt he shoved into her one last time and stopped.

They lay panting and breathless for a few moments. He then shifted his hips and slid out of her. A flood of his spunk mixed with her juices ran out of her. She hated the feel of it trickling out down her body. She was sullied. Her arms and legs dropped away from him. She lay panting underneath him clutching at leaves until he hefted himself up.

“Hells captain, that wasn’t too bad. Glad you enjoyed it.”

Riley wanted to vanish, to fade from existence. Still drawing in shaky breaths, she understood why her body had betrayed her and hated this man more for it. She wondered about her crew, if they were suffering the same indignities. Then she felt ashamed for not having thought of them earlier. There was an emptiness in her belly that felt cold. And she was shamed again for thinking such a thing. She wanted to roll over and cry into the forest floor, but as a starship captain she refused to give him that satisfaction. He stood and walked away naked.

When she forced her head up to see what he was doing she was repulsed. In one hand, he had her ruined jumpsuit, with captain bars on the sleeves. He was using it to wipe himself. Once satisfied he looked at her and tossed the uniform to her. 

He watched her for a moment as he slid his trousers on. “You should probably put that on. Although I’m sure my crew will appreciate that magnificent body if you’d prefer to travel naked.

She struggled to get up. Her landing strip was a matted mess, the hair congealed together with cum. Her thighs were bruised and covered in fluids, including some blood. It was then that she felt the stabbing pain inside her. She covered herself with her hands and rocked back and forth. The sticky mess that was her cunt was disgusting. He’d ruined her. Once again, tears threatened, and once again, she refused to give them to him.

“All right, quit lollygagging. We’ve got some ground to cover.”

“I need a moment,” she replied still rocking gently.

“It's your fault we’re out this far. So, move that ass.” His eyes blazed, probably unused to anyone telling him no.

Riley forced herself up and shook out the jumpsuit. The front fastens were all broken, there were torn bits and pieces, and worst, cum was smeared across the left shoulder and sleeve. She opened it carefully and eased her bruised legs into the ruined garment. Extra care was taken to ensure the cum smeared parts of the jumpsuit didn’t touch her. She pulled the top up over her shoulders but was unable to close the uniform. It hung open from neck to pubis. It covered her chest but barely, with a lot of skin showing. Her ship shoes were also damaged irreparably. She slipped them on thankful she wouldn’t be walking back barefoot.

When she stood, she saw the raider fiddling with something in his hands. Seeing her standing he walked over to her. In his hand, she saw a leather belt with a loop at one end. Before she could wonder what the purpose was, he slipped it over her head, creating a makeshift leash. With a tug he yanked her into him.

“Let’s go captain. Can’t wait for you to meet the rest of my crew. Pretty sure they are already well acquainted with yours.”