Chapter 8 - Good Girl

Degenerate Star Part 8 (Mf - noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

“Since you're on your knees, captain.” Zed leered. He spread his knees open and leaned back on the bed. “Why don’t you grab those fat titties of yours and offer them to me?”
Riley's face said everything she was thinking, pure unadulterated disgust. She was a Federated Naval Officer. That this scummy low-life would even consider speaking to her in this way was repulsive. He might command his own vessel, but it was barely functional and crewed with riffraff.
The waves of pleasure in her groin changed. She began to feel the sting of a thousand tiny tickles of electric shock like someone had pressed a dual-pronged battery to her clit. It wasn’t painful, yet. But certainly, a reminder of things to come.
In Academy she’d gone through the Capture, Escape, and Evasion training. And while the instructors hinted that things might be much rougher for females captured by pirates. She’d never guessed just how bad. The course had impressed the impossibility of completely resisting torture, the instructors urged the students to tell their captors whatever was demanded of them if under duress. But this? Offer her breasts to this animal? It made her nauseous to her core.
The sharp tickles got sharper, more sting-ey. She squirmed, rotating her naked hips in a gesture that she knew must look positively lewd to the grinning raider. Worse still, she could hear herself moaning lowly. The pleasure she’d just felt moments ago mixed with the increasing burning had her body confused and disoriented. Her nipples ached in a way that begged for touch. She had to fight to keep her hands away from them. But why? She’d been taught not to fight torture. Wouldn’t it be better to just give in?
She reached up and cupped both breasts underneath. Holding them up in an offering to her captor. As she did so the sparks burning in her cunt vanished, replaced with endless waves of pleasure. It was impossibly hard not to tilt her head down and quench the fires in the burning nipples with her tongue. So undignified, and though she refused her body screamed for it.
The final humiliation came from his lips, “Good girl.”
She wanted to die, to vanish, to disappear. Instead, she let out a shuddering sigh. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Tsk, Tsk,” he gloated. “We’ll get to that soon enough.”
He considered the proud naval officer a moment then said, “You know? I just gave you a compliment. Didn’t I, good girl?”
She couldn’t look at him. Every instinct was to leap at him and kill him with her bare hands. Not that that was realistically possible, but she wanted to try all the same.
He repeated himself, “I gave you a compliment. Didn’t I?”
The sharp tickles returned, and she hissed instantly, “If you want to call it that.”
“It was a compliment. I called you a good girl. Didn’t I?”
The sharpness in her crotch was gone, now she felt tiny waves of pleasure. Playing his game was the only way to prevent outright torture. She answered defiantly. “Fine. Yes. You gave me a compliment.”
“Well, what do good girls on your world do when they receive a compliment?”
She looked up at his face. He couldn’t be serious. He wanted her to thank him? Her face showed every ounce of disgust she felt, every atom of hatred.
“Well?” he asked as he pointed the controller at her.
The electric tickles began again. She couldn’t do it. It was a bridge too far. An ask too great. A Rubicon she couldn’t imagine crossing. There was no way in all the chaos of the galaxy that she could possibly thank him for calling her such a derogatory term. She’d clawed her way through a male-dominated career in the navy. Scored better than most in Academy. Gotten a command. And he wanted her to thank him for being referred to in such a diminutive fashion? No. Not just no, but a furious no with every burning flame of anger she possessed. She would never thank him for that.
And once she decided she let her hands fall from her breasts to her hips. She didn’t care that she was naked and on her knees. She was going to defy this disgusting animal to the bitter end.
“No,” she said flatly.
“No?”
“I’m not going to thank you for calling me a girl. I’ve worked so fucking hard for a command…”
A thousand angry ants bit her clit at once. Whatever she’d been saying was forgotten. Torn from her throat in an instant of agony, worse than anything she’d ever experienced. Behind her eyelids, a million stars burn forth in a haze of crimson. She doubled up into fetal position and collapsed to the floor. Her hands clutched at her crotch, trying to find the source of the pain. Her fingers found a burning hot band of metal. The pain was so sharp she jerked her hands away screaming in misery.
When the pain faded, she found herself on her side. Still on the floor. Still, doubled over, her knees at her chest. She could feel the cold grimy floor on her skin, an anchor bringing her back to reality. She hugged her knees and wished herself anywhere else in the galaxy. She remained rocking herself on the floor.
“That wasn’t even the highest setting.” Zed explained.
An awkward silence descended on the room. She heard the brute breathing and wondered how long he’d sit there staring at her lying naked on the floor of his cabin. Her rape earlier had seemed almost pleasant compared to what she’d just experienced.
“Well?” he asked.
She shuddered and ground her teeth. No a thousand times, she thought. No.
The pain the second time was as bad. She was aware of herself screaming, thrashing around on the floor, hitting her head on a wall as she spasmed, but it felt distant somehow. She wanted to retreat into a nice warm box and lock the universe out. Wanted to float away.
“Nope.” She heard him say. “You don’t get to escape that way either.”
There was a buzzing as the earlobe piercings came to life. Something changed behind her eyes, and she felt herself forced back into her body. Her stomach churned. The place she’d wanted to float off to was gone. She was naked in front of a massive man on a grimy floor again. Cool air caused goosebumps on her skin.
“Nooooo…” she moaned.
“You really want to go through this again?”
Riley bit her tongue. It was hard to remember just what she was fighting for. She knew her future held nothing but pain. Shuddering, she refused once again to speak.
Lightning ripped through her core. The heat so intense she couldn’t even scream, just convulse helplessly, lewdly, in front of him.
“Okay, okay, please!” she cried out. “Thank you, thankyou, thankyou…”
Shuddering on the floor uncontrollably, she felt hot stabbing pains under her eyes. Then wet trickles down her cheeks. She’d thanked him. She had crossed the Rubicon.
“Zap them once, zap them twice, they just don’t learn ‘til you zap them thrice. Well,” he said, “that’s a little better. But you were supposed to thank me for being a good girl. You know when you were on your knees offering those sweet funbags to me. Get back in position and thank me properly.”
She didn’t hesitate. Her body moved on autopilot. She pushed herself back up to her knees and lifted her breasts in offering. Choking back more tears she looked up at him. He sat there on the edge of the bed. Massive. Controller in one hand. Grinning down at her. She was in tears, shaking in fear and pain, and he was smiling. Enjoying it. She hated him so singularly she could barely register how naked and small she was before him.
“Thank you.” She whispered.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear it.”
Riley swallowed a breath then said louder, “Thank you.”
“That’s nice. But what are you thinking me for?”
She took several breaths, “Thank you for complimenting me.”
“Good girl.”
She kneeled, defeated, listening to her own ragged breaths.
“I said, good girl.”
She looked at him incredulously.
“Yes. Whenever I compliment you, you will thank me for it.”
Riley wanted to cry at the sickening injustice of her situation, but instead, she said, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Thank you for the compliment.” She spat.
“Now, was that so hard?” He laughed. The indignation she felt was monolithic.
“You know what, though? That thank you is missing something.” He said then snapped his fingers. “I know what it's missing… The proper respect you should be showing to your owner. Let’s try, Thank you for the compliment, Sir.”
Horrified, she couldn’t believe she would have to do this. Thanking him was enough. Not enough. He wanted her to add his degrading behavior as part of an explanation. And now this, an honorific. She wanted to cry. 
When his hand moved toward the controller she said, “Thank you for the compliment, Sir.”
She felt sick to her stomach as he stood up, stepped to her, and patted her head.