Chapter 7 - Kimura

Degenerate Star Part 7 (Mf - noncon, slavery, primal, sci-fi)

Riley slowly came to. She was still on the examination table, but the robotic arms no longer held her. Her tongue felt thick, and her head ached. Lifting her arm, she rubbed her face and was startled that she was able to lift her arm at all. With great effort, she lifted her head and saw that she was still naked. Worse though, she was now pierced. On each breast, she saw small metal hoops. Clumsily she reached up to touch them, to make sure they were real. Her body had been changed, and she hadn’t had any say in it.

Across the room, Doc hummed a space ditty as he tinkered with the hypo-gun. He was tall but absurdly thin, Riley considered sneaking up on him and taking him down. But then what? The crew were busy tormenting their prisoners, but there were at least a dozen of them. She might get lucky and drop one or two, if she were armed with a good blaster. Doc’s hypo gun would be of no help. Not to mention that she was exhausted, half-drugged, naked, and covered in bruises. She closed her eyes and accepted the impossibility of her situation.

The hatch slid open, and Riley saw Zed shoving Kimura into the sick bay. The flight officer didn’t have her uniform or a leash on. There were bruises and fluids smeared all over her naked body. She appeared to be complying with every instruction meekly. Kimura saw the captain and expressed genuine worry in her expression. 

Seeing Kimura looking at her captain, Zed barked, “Kneel.”

Kimura dropped instantly to her knees. 

Sauntering over to Riley, Zed reached down and grabbed the belt still leashed around her neck, “Awake, are we, sleeping beauty?”

“What did you do to me?” Riley slurred.

“Would you like to see?” He leaned down and scooped her up off the table. “You’re in for quite a show. Doc here is going to be doing the exact same procedure to suckie-suckie.”

He dropped Riley on her feet near the kneeling pilot. Riley staggered, still trying to control her muscles and equilibrium. Zed held the captain up by tightening his grip on the leash, winding it around his fist until his hand touched her neck. Riley reached up, trying to steady herself. Both women were naked, and Riley couldn’t help but wonder if she looked as bruised and battered as her pilot. She wanted to protest, to demand these savages stop, but knew it would be utterly futile. She bit her tongue and watched.

Finished reloading, Doc walked to the group with his hypo-gun. Zed gestured to Kimura and asked, “Is it needed? Look at her? She won’t even blink without being given permission.”

“Oh, I’m afraid so. Calibrating the implants requires the mind to be in a specific beta state.” 

“Suckie-suckie, get up and get on the table. Put your ass on the lower edge and your arms and legs in the grippers.” Zed said.

“Yes, Sir,” Kimura rose from the floor, walked to the exam table and climbed on. She placed her limbs in the robotic grippers as told. Spread out she drew a ragged breath and waited anxiously. Doc leaned down and pressed the gun to Kimura's bicep. There was a hiss as the hypo flooded the pilot with twilight sedatives. In moments, her face relaxed and her eyes unfocused.

“How are you feeling suckie?” Doc asked. She slurred something unintelligible.

Doc then sat on an exam stool and wheeled himself between her raised legs. He took a pronged device off a medical stand and fitted several loops to the end of it. He then leaned forward with the device between Kimura's legs. 

“Let's get a ringside view,” Zed said as he walked Riley up to the spread-eagle woman.

Doc glanced up at the voyeurs but continued working. His fingers massaged Kimura’s pussy, spreading and pulling open the outer then inner lips. Kimura moaned.

“For your edification, this particular sedative induces an arousal state that helps calibrate the implants,” Doc explained while peering into Kimura.

“What needs to be calibrated? What do the implants do?” Riley choked out around the tight leash.

“Oh, you’ll see.” Zed whispered in her ear.

The grey alien’s fingers worked on the reclining woman, massaging her pussy while focusing on her clit. Kimura made little wounded animal sounds along with shuddering gasps. The alien's hands were slick with her juices. Although Kimura wasn’t moving, the noises told Riley the whole story, Kimura was climaxing repeatedly. Doc muttered to himself, “There we go, come on out.”

Holding Kimura open he pressed the pronged device to her clit. He adjusted the instrument several times until a green light blinked. There was a loud click and Kimura made a guttural sound. As she whimpered Doc pulled away. Riley could see there was a shiny metal hoop attached to the pilot’s clitoris. The captain reached down and felt her own. When her fingers came into contact with it, she could feel a pulse of heat inside her. Fuck, no, she thought.

“Yup, you got one too.” Zed said.

Doc pierced Kimura’s nipples and earlobe quickly as she whimpered. Then he brought the periscope device down. Lining it up with Kimura’s navel he pressed it to her tummy and fiddled with controls while five wavey lines beat back and forth on a small screen. As the lines began slowly mimicking each other in size and shape, Kimura started moaning. As the procedure wore on, the pilot’s pitch became higher, with several peaks. Suddenly Kimura made a series of squeaks and a spray of fluid shot up from her cunt. Riley was horrified for the drugged woman.

“Oh, she’s a natural,” Zed said, “She may be plain, but that performance will increase her price easily.”

As Kimura continued squirting Doc finished his calibrations and lifted the heavy device away. Kimura lay on the exam table, eyes glazed, staring at the ceiling. Doc reached up and closed the unconscious woman’s eyelids. 

“Why all the medical gear for piercings?” Riley asked.

Zed laughed, “Show her Doc.”

The spindly alien drew a wand from a sheath in his sleeve. He waved at Riley and she felt warmth erupt in her belly. Gasping, she felt the warmth increase feverishly. Her knees buckled as the intensity soared. Zed pulled her against him to keep her from collapsing, and his warm bare chest burned against her back. She squirmed pressing her ass back to him. Her pussy was on fire, sparks of pleasure radiating from it with each breath. Another wave of the wand and her nipples caught fire as well. When the piercing in her ears came to life it felt like a thick hand was petting her hair. Riley tried to touch herself, but Zed wrapped his arms around her, pulling her hands behind her back. She crossed her legs trying to rub her burning little nub with her thighs. With each passing second, the heat and waves of pleasure got more intense, overwhelming her. And as she was about to peak, as she stood on the precipice of a world-shattering orgasm, it all stopped suddenly.

Shaking Riley whimpered, “Distant stars.”

“There’s another setting as well.” Zed said. “Show her Doc.”

Another wave of the wand and Riley’s entire body spasmed. The pain that lanced through her cunt was indescribable, so intense that she couldn’t even scream. She bucked fiercely against the mountain of man holding her, nearly staggering him. And then suddenly it was over.

Blinking back tears of pain Riley was speechless. She was among monsters. The worst in the galaxy.

“A girl like Kimura might be bred for slavery. But for someone like you captain, these trinkets provide a level of insurance.” Zed spun Riley around and looked her in the face. “What say we go try yours out?”

She was pulled along behind Zed as he exited the sick bay. Marched through the corridors naked, Riley wished she at least had shoes to protect her from the grime-covered deck. A short elevator ride and he stopped at a battered hatch. He opened it and pushed her through into a cabin that was obviously occupied by a bachelor. Discarded clothes, food containers, and other bits and pieces of junk lay scattered everywhere. A massive unmade bed dominated the room. It could easily accommodate a half dozen sleeping beings. Riley had little doubt there’d be much in the way of sleeping any time soon. Zed dropped the leash, walked past her, and sat heavily on the edge of the bed.

“Kneel.” he said softly.

Riley hesitated. She was one of a handful of human selected to go to the Federated Systems Academy. Of those a smaller handful entrusted with a ship. She’d struggled to be in the top quintile of her class. She passed many hardships and tribulations, including crashing her first command. That this oversized barbarian could just tell her to drop and think she would do so made her angry.

Zed slipped a controller out of a pants cargo pocket. As he did so, Riley felt a jolt, like a kick to the groin, hit her. She fell to her knees without consciously thinking about it. Once she landed there, naked and kneeling before the huge bare-chested man, a wave of pleasure washed away the pain. Zed said nothing, just sat there smiling down at her. The longer she remained on her knees the stronger the waves of pleasure became.

“You son of a bitch,” she hissed.

“That’s right, captain, in more ways than you can know.” Zed gloated. “Now you are beginning to understand exactly what your piercings are for. Sure, they look pretty. But in time, your Pavlovian response will be to drool at the mere thought of kneeling. Or sucking. Or holding any of your holes open.”

Riley wanted to be furious, wanted to leap up and strangle him, but the heat in her belly spread all too quickly to her breasts and the back of her head. Dizzy with desire, anger just wasn’t something she could hold on to.