Chapter 4 - The Pirate Ship

Degenerate Star - p04 (Mf - noncon, slavery, primal, sci-fi)

The march to the raider ship was like a dream, ethereal and unreal. Riley felt as if most of her brain was turned off, shut down. She took steps mechanically while replaying the recent events over and over in her head, desperate to ignore the lancing pain in her belly. The worst part of the experience was the mind-shattering other bodily climax. It both shamed and angered her at once. She now mistrusted her own body. Given the toys this animal played with, she knew she’d orgasm again for him on demand. The thought was mortifying, and an all too realistic outcome given his experienced talk of slavers. Undignified, the echoes of her own cries repeated endlessly in her mind.
The trudge of two kilometers was cannibalized by her own thoughts and occasionally was broken up with a sharp tug on the leash. Riley would snap out of her reverie, stagger into him, and then sink back into her dark thoughts. She didn’t even know his name. The most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced, and it was forced on her by a stranger.
He’d tucked her sidearm into the front of his breaches. Leashed as she was, there was no possible way for her to get around the massive man and take it from him. His own weapon, a wicked-looking rifle, was strapped to his bare back. She gave up trying to force her uniform to cover her chest.
Breaking into a valley clearing she saw the raider’s ship. It was a small makeshift military vessel, the type acquired by pirates throughout the galaxy. Weapons bristled on its black hull, and exhaust fumes leaked from its multiple engines. It was an older corvette class ship, built for speed and interception, typically crewed by about two dozen. 
Her own ship lay ruined beyond it. Black smoke billowed from the twisted wreckage of the secondary engines. Its pristine white skin was marred with cannon scores and the furrowed dirt stains from the hard landing. It was larger than the raider ship, but the science vessel was barely armed. Ambushed, it hadn’t been able to outdistance the raiders and died here performing a routine survey of an uninhabited world.
The raider pulled her along to the smaller ship. It was still quite large, similar in size to a multi-story apartment building. If there were two dozen pirates inside the ship, adding her crew of six would be a tight fit.
A cargo ramp sat open at the front of the warship. On it were bits and pieces of lab equipment from the science vessel. Some of it, she could tell, had been irreparably damaged during dismantling. The raiders wanted loot and, in their haste, were destroying the expensive tools of Riley’s trade. Her ship had been violated to its core just as she had. A distant part of her felt something akin to sadness for her ship. There was also revulsion at the thought of these animals pawing and touching the pristine decks of her baby. Thoughts of these grubby marauders tramping filth through it made a ghost of anger rear its head.
Two humans in piecemeal combat armor hauled a broken piece of lab equipment onto the ramp. They dropped it with a crash and sauntered over to the brute and his leashed prisoner.
“Zed! Caught her, eh? Wore her in before returning?” One of the humans, a thin, sharp man with an orange shock of hair, asked.
Finally, Riley had a name for her attacker.
“To the victors…” Zed said with a tug on the leash.
Three sets of eyes devoured her. They gauged her like a piece of meat, a thing to be evaluated for its worth.
“And? Is it true what they say about Corlyssian officers?” The smaller dark-haired man said.
“Nope. She was only… lightly used before me.” A huge hand lashed out to smack her on the ass as she floundered indignantly. The men laughed. Laughed at her. Her pain. She felt small, tiny, humiliated.
The ginger leered, “Nice rack on her. Hope you left a little something for us.”
“Don’t worry, I was gentle. There’s plenty of tightness still in this one.” Zed thought a moment then asked, “Where are the rest of the captures?”
“Chow hall,” the dark-haired man said, “Getting broke in as well.”
“Yeah tell those bastages to get out here and help once they’ve greased their weasels.”
Zed nodded asking, “How many did we get?”
“Four women, although one of them is meh. Plus, one dude.” Dark hair said. “Adding the captain here that’s six altogether.”
The brute looked down at the captain, “Five women and one man? That’s the kind of crew I want to be on. I’m tempted to join your navy.”
When Riley didn’t say anything, Zed tugged the leash. She answered, “There’s a war on. Most of the men are fighting. You brave souls shot down a research ship.”
“That explains the dude. He’s a wee fellow. Probably didn’t meet some height requirement.” Orange hair said.
“There’s a market for that. For every taste really. This captain’s price should make up for any losses with the others.” The brute replied. He yanked the leash leading Riley up the ramp as the other two sneered. 
She entered the raider ship and abandoned all hope. The cargo bay was filthy. There were crates and boxes of all sizes stacked haphazardly to the ceiling. She noted foodstuff being stored under lubricants, with energy cells on top of that. The chaos overwhelmed her, and she had to be yanked along to leave the claustrophobic space. 
The next series of passageways were no better. Random open panels littered the bulkheads exposing wiring and piping for all to see. Stains dotted the decks. And some lighting panels in the deckhead were dark. The ship was in such a bad state of readiness that Riley was frightened at the thought of entering open vacuum, let alone hyperspace. Dragged along she staggered behind Zed, wanting to stop everywhere and fix and clean things.
They ascended a ladder, a stairwell as civilians called them and Riley heard the sounds of crew. She knew in an instant the grunts, groans, and laughter meant they were going through the same treatment she’d received earlier. 
Yanked along she had no choice but to enter the galley where the noises were coming from. Maxwell, the only man on the crew, sat on the deck looking down dejectedly as he was forced to listen to everything firsthand. Communal eating tables had been cleared to make room for two of her crew in various stages of undress and molestation. Another had been pulled into a raider's lap while the remaining crew woman was on all fours on the floor.
Nearly a dozen raiders were in the room, also in various stages of undress. When Zed marched his captive in Riley felt her stomach churn. The horrors had only just begun.