Chapter 5 - Captured Crew

Degenerate Star - p05 (Mf - noncon, slavery, primal, sci-fi, alien sex)

Zed wound the belt around his fist until there was no slack. He pulled Riley to the table where two of her crew were the center of attention to a crowd of a half dozen raiders. Science Officer K’rra was sprawled across it on her back naked. Her pale blue skin was popular among the raider crew. Two shirtless men held her wrists overhead while a clothed Ryptos woman straddled K’rra’s waist in reverse cowboy position. 
The Ryptos flicked her thin tongue from a snake-like face. The reptilian alien wore strange gloves, and Riley could see the padded fingertips vibrating, spraying a mist of fluids as they worked, massaging the blue science officer’s cunt. K’rra looked pained, and Riley understood that she’d probably been the victim of multiple assaults.
“And who is this lucky little lady?” Zed asked while shoving Riley to the table edge for a front-row view of K’rra’s torment.
When she didn’t answer, Zed wrapped the belt around his fist, constricting her throat. Riley struggled but couldn’t so much as turn around in his tight grip. He relaxed his hand, and she could breathe again.
“Chief Science Office K’rra from Gythia of the Federated Systems,” Riley explained. K’rra grimaced in pain and glanced at Riley. Then pain contorted her face and she screamed as the Ryptos induced another of countless orgasms. Riley couldn’t imagine how sensitive K’rra’s clit must be after hours of this treatment.
“She seems to be enjoying herself,” Zed said to the laughter of the audience.
Ryptos were known for their cruelty. They came from a stock of cold-blooded apex predators on their home world, and their mating cycle was unusual. All Ryptos were female, and when a pair mated, they would fight fiercely, sometimes to the death, to take on the role of inseminator. This didn’t translate well with other species, so they just sated themselves with acts of cruelty when coupling with non-Ryptos. There were, of course, plenty of submissive individuals throughout known space, all too eager to take on that sadism. K’rra didn’t have much choice, and the captain doubted she was much of a sub.
“And who’s the other one?” Zed asked.
On the opposite side of the table was a petite flat-chested human woman with jet-black hair spilling to her shoulders. She was currently kneeling on the table equally naked. A smaller group of raiders were barking orders at her, and slapping her ass when she didn’t move fast enough or got orders confused. She saw the captain and looked away with a pained expression. Her tan skin was bright red at her ass and thighs.
“Short, tan skin, black hair, very average in human space. She won’t sell for much at all.” Zed told Riley.
One of the raiders stopped barking orders to explain, “She makes up for it in eagerness to please. Don’t you suckie-suckie?”
“Yes, Sir.” The kneeling woman yelped as a new round of hands smacking her ass started.
Horrified Riley said, “Her name is Saki. Flight Officer Saki Kimura.”
Through tears, the woman on the table replied, “You are mistaken, miss. I’ve been renamed, suckie-suckie.”
Zed laughed, “Was she this compliant with you, Captain?”
Before she could answer Riley was dragged away as Saki went through another round of barked orders. The captain was shoved in front of a battered couch. On it was a Volfgarian, a huge nightmarish canine-like creature. In its lap was a red-skinned woman with tentacula where human hair would normally be. The Volfgar stroked the fronds, stopping occasionally to squeeze one or a handful, which made the woman writhe and squeal. She’d been stripped of her jumpsuit but kept her bra and panties. 
“Damn. You had a Wotin on your crew?” Zed asked forcing Riley to watch as the crimson woman squirmed in what looked like ecstasy.
“You shouldn’t do that, Wotin’s dehydrate easily with prolonged stimulation,” Riley explained
“Don’t you worry,” the Volfgar said.
“Yeah, we’re giving her plenty of fluids.” A nearby crewmember said while grabbing his crotch. The raiders laughed, and the wolfman continued milking a tenacula, making the red woman in his lap quiver uncontrollably. It was then that Riley noticed the stains on the Wotin’s bra and panties and the slick cum on her jaw and chest.
“What's this one do?” Zed asked.
“Why do you even bother asking? She’s just a plaything to you.” Riley snapped back.
“Because if she has useful skills, she may be bought for those instead of ending up in a third-rate whorehouse.” Zed explained as the crimson girl collapsed into the wolf’s chest.
The captain thought about it for a moment and sighed, “Terellia is a Meteorologist.”
“She’s a weather girl?” Zed hooted as the raiders in earshot began laughing. Seeing the Wotin collapse, one of them undid his breaches and shoved himself in her mouth. Dazed, Terellia began sucking, eager for any moisture her amphibian lips could drink.
Zed yanked the captain again, to the last female crew member. On hands and knees, a short, pudgy blonde, human scampered, crawling from one crew member to the next, as they cat-called her. Her uniform was gone but she too had been allowed to keep bra and panties.
“This one won’t sell well at all,” Zed said.
Keeping in mind what he’d just explained about skills, Riley blurted out, “This is Lieutenant Geller, she's a botanist. She knows all about plants.”
“It looks like she knows a lot about eating plants,” Zed replied.
The raiders were barking out animal names, expecting Geller to make the sounds of the animal. When her mimicry wasn’t to their liking, they would slap her with hands and belts, driving her around in circles on all fours.
Zed called out, joining in the game, “Hey, little piggy!”
Geller spun towards him oinking, stopping only when she saw the captain. Her face turned crimson and she clamped her eyes shut. 
“You won’t sell at market. Not even to a budget brothel in a slum. Maybe we should just leave you here?” Zed asked.
“No. Please.” Keller sobbed, looking to the captain for any help at all.
“You want to live? Zed continued, “You will show this entire crew how much you want that every single day. Understand? You will be our little cleaning piggy. We will exercise you, and diet you, and get you ready for sale. Would you like that?”
“Please.” She begged.
“It’s a yes or no question.”
“Yes, I’d like that.” The crying woman said. 
Riley watched as tears fell into ample cleavage. She was pulled away by her leash, unable to comfort the distraught cleaning piggie.
“Last one.” Zed said as they approached the last of the science crew. “Get up!”
When the lone male scientist stood up Zed laughed. The smaller man was a full head shorter than Riley. Zed stooped down to mock the tiny man and read the name tag on his uniform. “Pedo logistics? Seriously?”
“That’s pedologist. Study of the soil…” 
“Shut it, wee man. Nobody asked.” Zed scrutinized the soil scientist and then poked him with a sausage finger. “You’re a little fella. Not tall enough to fight in your war with the big boys, huh? You may not fetch much in the slaver pits, but there’s always a market for boys. Or close enough if you know what I mean… Pedo-logist Maxwell.”
With a coy smile, Zed slowly pulled down the zipper of the soil scientist, not stopping until it was hovering just above his groin. The diminutive man tensed up ready to be exposed against his will. Instead, Zed released the zipper and stepped away.
Zed guided Riley through the door back out into the corridor as the two crew members from outside were entering the galley. “Hey! I thought you said you were going to leave some for us.”
With a feral grin Zed replied, “Oh, I’ll leave you something, once I’ve had my fill. Now, if you don’t mind, gentlemen, we have a very romantic evening planned in my quarters.”
He pulled Riley along by the leash and she knew she was certainly not ready for another round with him.