Chapter 12 - The Galley

Degenerate Star Part 12 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi, alien sex)

In the afterglow of her orgasm, Riley pushed herself up and went back into the shower. She left the head quickly and paced the cabin. She wanted to dress, but the only clothing available were Zed’s dirty clothes. She’d look ridiculous walking down passageways trying to hold up his trousers.

Most of the crew would be pulling salvage from her wrecked ship. Now would be the perfect time to get to the bridge. With the ship landed, there was no reason other than maybe monitoring comms for anyone to be there.

The bridge would be secured though. She glanced around the room at the mess and state of disrepair. Maybe it wouldn’t be secure. These raiders were lax in discipline. The ship was a disaster, and it looked to be about a half-decade old. On her Federation ship all the crew were identified by genetic markers. Each hatch could sniff out the beings trying to open and determine if they had access. She doubted this ship had that sophistication. She wondered if they even had basic security like key cards. If Kimura was delivering food, then access to the ship was probably not be restricted to anyone.

One problem at a time. The first objective was to find the bridge, learn the layout of the ship, and discover other essential key points. Engineering and armory were the next on her list.

She approached the exit hatch and stopped to look down at herself. Small gleaming silver hoops hung from each nipple. Simple metal hoops, no seems, no joints, no way to open or remove. Aside from the same type of earrings and another hoop through her clitoral shaft the rest of her was bare. 

She took a breath and opened the hatch. Riley forced herself out into the hallway. 

Padding down the corridors, she found herself slipping back into her role as captain, cataloging every deficiency she saw. She’d need a supercomputer to keep track of it all. Before she even got to the first junction she was overwhelmed by her own list.

When she’d been brought aboard, she hadn’t been taken past the command center. If Zed was occupying the captain’s cabin, the bridge wouldn’t be far off. 

She found a large hatch, bigger and more import-looking than the others, at what she hoped was the fore of the ship. Zed’s room and the stairwell leading to the main deck were behind her down passageways towards the aft. She slapped the hatch control, and nothing happened. Either it was locked while the crew was all working or required a security device. 

If the lock was simple and needed an access card, she had no idea where to find one. She’d gathered Zed’s clothing back in his cabin and felt nothing like that. She hadn’t searched thoroughly, but Zed didn’t seem the type to be carrying access cards around. The thought of poking through the crew’s bunks was not an appealing idea. 

She remembered visiting her crew the day before. The raiders had taken her crew to the galley for fun and games. Most of the raiders had been in various states of undress. Maybe the galley would be in the same state? Perhaps a crewmember left trousers and keycard behind. She didn’t like the idea of traveling to a lower, more populous deck, but she needed to access the bridge.

Padding back on bare feet Riley made it to the stairwell leading down. At the lower passageway she peeked around a bulkhead and saw empty corridors. The medical lab was nearby, from it she knew the galley was further up to the fore. 

Throwing her shoulders back and walking tall Riley made her way down the corridor. Thankfully she was able to get all the way to the galley without seeing anyone. She slipped through the hatch into the cabin and saw that it was still in the disheveled state from the previous day. 

Two crew members were eating, their heads turned, and they spotted her.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” a sharp faced and heavily tattooed human said.

The other raider was bulkier, wearing thick armor plates in dark rustic colors. His skin looked thick and rough, and was a hue of brown Riley had only seen in tree bark. “That must be the captain of the other crew. Heard Zed was keeping a tight leash on her.”

They both stared as she stood naked at the hatch. Riley forced herself forward into the galley. She looked around and didn’t see any of her crew. Clothes were discarded all over the deck. She stooped down and swept up a handful of clothing as the two men pushed their chairs back and stood.

Riley stopped and clutched the clothing to her chest as the two approached her. 

“I can see why he’s keeping her for himself.” The tattooed human said. His gaze slid down then back up her body. She reflexively crossed her knees.

“And yet here she is in the galley turned playroom.” The Pinaxion said. “Were you sent down here to entertain us?”

“I’m cleaning up after the… party.” Riley explained. She was trying to walk a dangerous line of making it sound like she was under instruction from Zed without directly lying and saying so. If questioned later, she needed a reason for wandering the ship.

The human reached out and grabbed the bundle of clothing. “Come on sweets, let’s see all of you.”

Riley tried holding on, but the raider pulled the bundle away exposing her to him. As his eyes looked down at her she forced her hands to her sides.

“Inspect.” The Pinaxion said.

Riley blinked at him.

“We just nabbed them yesterday,” the human said, “I’m pretty sure they’ve all been too busy to learn any of the poses yet.”

The Pinaxion cocked his head and explained, “Hands behind your neck. Spread your feet apart.”

The last thing Riley wanted to do was expose everything to these raiders while all alone with them.

As she hesitated both of the men reached for wands and pointed them at her. She snapped her hands behind her neck and spread her legs open.

The human laughed at her, “See that? Instant inspiration.”

The Pinaxion walked around her. He tapped an ass cheek. “Hold these open.”

Riley could feel her face heating up, along with her crotch. She unhooked her fingers and reached back behind herself. Pulling herself open for inspection, she wondered if there would come a day when doing things like this would become routine. At the moment, however, she was struggling to breathe.

The human stepped around and placed a hand between her shoulders. He pushed her forward while slipping one of his boots in front of her bare feet. “Bend over and show us everything sweet-cheeks.”

Before the sharp tingles could appear, Riley bent at her waist, still holding herself open.

“Looks like Zed autographed her properly.” The human said while touching her bruised thighs.

Riley wanted to jerk away but held herself still as they talked about her like meat.

“Not much gape,” the Pinaxion said, “looks like he barely fucked her.”

“Or she’s so tight it snapped back in place.”

Thich calloused fingers covered her pussy from behind. It felt electric, in delicious ways. Riley had to choke back a sigh. She didn’t want to encourage these two in any way.

“Please,” Riley begged, “I need to clean.”

“You’ll be able to clean when we’re done with you,” the human laughed, “if you can still walk.”

The Pinaxion moved around to her front, his armored suit already parted revealing a cock covered in what looked like tree bark. He asked her, “Wet me well human slave, or this may damage you.”

Riley watched in horror as he shoved the tree trunk into her face. The human continued playing with her from behind and she couldn’t help grind her hips. She spit on the cock in her face, then took it quickly in her mouth. She tried coating it in as much saliva as she could muster. Then it was pulled away from her. Too quickly. She wanted to coat it more, and she couldn’t deny that when it was in her mouth, with other fingers burrowing into her, it felt so good she just wanted to latch onto it.

“Are you fragile human slave?” The Pinaxion asked from behind her.

“Yes, yes I am.” She whimpered as something rough, and rigid took the place of the human fingers.

The Pinaxion grabbed her hips and then slammed himself inside her. Tough ridges on the cock scraped brutally against her all the way in. She cried out as the human laughed. Thankfully the implants had made her a sopping mess already. Even with her own lubrication, and her spit, her cunt felt like it was being torn apart.

She also felt a rush of pleasure and a euphoric high at once. The controller unit inside her was bathing her brain in hormones, making her body love and crave the abuse. She continued crying out as the Pinaxion pounded hard and fast into her.

Not wanting to miss out, the tattooed human stepped in front of her and ripped his breaches down. He shoved his half flaccid cock to her lips. Without thinking Riley sucked him in.

After only a few strokes the human howled and withdrew. “Fuck!”

The Pinaxion paused for a moment giving Riley a chance to suck in a few desperate gulps of air. From behind, her molester asked, “Has she intentionally hurt you?”

“No. No.” the human cried while fanning his cock, “I’m still sore from last night.”

Riley wanted to laugh but then realized his condition had come from abusing her crew. 

The Pinaxion gripped her hips hard and began battering into her again. Violently. She could only gasp and cry out as she was shaken back and forth over the rough texture of his prick. Her head snapped back and forth as her whole body was used savagely. She was happy not to have to worry about the human in front of her. She didn’t think there was any way she could take him in her mouth without accidentally biting.

As she cried out in agony she could feel the starting tickles of waves of pleasure. Mixed with the rough treatment and the cock churning painfully inside she felt a strong disconnect. She could hear the sopping sloshing noise coming from her cunt as the Pinaxion pounded away. Each jackhammer stroke deep into her stabbed excruciatingly as he bottomed out. 

And yet, with every stroke he slid in easier, slamming into her cervix with more and more force. Which caused her to moan out less and less in agony and more in desire as her body began telling her this is what she wanted. She groaned in frustration as the fires in her belly ignited, and she couldn’t help but start slamming back to meet each stroke.

Confused at the conflicting feelings Riley forced herself distant. She could only listen and watch in her detached mind’s eye as her body was used as nothing more than an object to rut in. Her own cries reached a crescendo before he did. She blanked out, mindless, staring at the human cock covered in her own saliva in front of her, unthinking. The passenger let out a long-agonized cry and Riley’s body shook. She could feel it slamming back against the Pinaxion in desperate need. 

Unable to hold herself any longer she released her cheeks and hugged the human’s waist. She held him like a life preserver in the torrents of a white-water river, clutching desperately for any stability as her knees gave out. The Pinaxion still pounding at her held her up by her hips, lifting her so her toes dragged across the deck

Riley’s face was planted in the human’s crotch, his half-soft member smooshing against her nose. It felt wrong. She wanted it in her mouth. Wanted the tingles Zed had caused the night before. Wanted to feel the buzz his jizz had caused when it erupted into her mouth. 

“Fuck!” the human cried in pain as her lips wrapped around him. He tried backing away, but Riley refused to let go. And the Pinaxion followed eagerly slamming into her and shoving both humans backwards. The human raider ran into a bulkhead and the trio stopped. The human tried to shove her off, but she needed that feeling again and refused to release him. All the while, the Pinaxion continued slamming her frantically into the human.

The Pinaxion roared. It was a hollow sound much like someone blowing through a wooden horn. Riley felt him tense and shudder buried deep within her. 

When he withdrew she still felt as if part of him was inside. As if he’d left a full finger buried in her cunt. Granted it wasn’t as agonizing or filling as when he’d been fucking her, but something was lodged inside. She felt everything down below contracting trying to shove the invader out. When a thick, syrupy mess slowly passed her lips, she realized it was his treelike alien spunk. That realization was so degenerate, so perverse, her body quaked in the throes of a second massive climax.

Screaming around the human cock, she felt the tattooed man shoving against her lips and jaw. As her body quaked, she tried sucking harder and harder to get those wonderfully warm sparkles that Zed had given her. She felt hands in her hair pulling her head back, ripping her hair. She pressed forward needing more. 

Her whole body sang in agony. The pain everywhere was unbelievable. She knew she would have even more bruises on hips, lips, and probably deep inside her as well. But it felt so good at the same time. She cried out in frustration around the cock touching the back of her throat. She gagged and pushed forward needing more.

Finally with a pained groan, the man in her mouth came. A dribble of warm, salty goo flooded her mouth as she desperately choked it down. She couldn’t keep up and it spilled down her face. The disappointment felt when she realized it didn’t have the same effect as Zed’s was crushing. She continued slurping down every drop in the hopes that the narcotic-like effects would suddenly kick in, but they didn’t. It was just ordinary human jizz.

Disappointed and exhausted, she collapsed to the deck when the human finally shoved her off. Rolling into the fetal position, one of her hands reached down to touch her sore pussy. The fingertips were instantly coated in a sticky, slimy goo that left long, syrupy strands across her thighs. She felt dirty and disgusted, it was her first alien. She wondered if her alien crew members had felt the same when being molested by humans.

The Pinaxion laughed at the human as he carefully tucked himself away. The tree-like creature had already replaced the missing armor pieces and was sitting again at the table. “You should thank me human, not many of your kind are receptive enough to receive the essence of life.”

“Thank you for your cum, sir.” The passenger said. Riley was still struggling to come to terms with the fact that she’d been violated by an alien species. Without escape soon, she knew this would become a routine occurrence. Maybe not with the Pinaxion, but with whatever scum of the galaxy inhabited Coalition Space.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The human said crashing into a chair. “Usually we only capture one or two slaves. Five? I’m never going to walk straight again.”

“But there are six.” The Pinaxion said.

“Well, yeah… but one is a male, not the right… fit.”

“Confusing. And you have sampled all the ones that fit?”

“Yeah, the captain here makes number five.”

“I tried to sample one during the capture ceremony. They brought me the round human. Even with implants she cried and screamed. They took her from me saying I would break her.”

“Yeah, we can’t sell them if you break them.”

“I am crew, I have earned my booty.”

The human nodded, “You did, they gave you suckie-suckie.”

“Yes, the suckie-human finished the task and retrieved the essence of life.”

The human laughed, “Yeah, she damned near choked to death on that motor oil you call jizz.”

“Yes, it was good,” the Pinaxion said, watching the captain as she slowly sat up. Receiver of the essence, continue your chores. Let not the captain think we stopped you from your tasks.”

Riley struggled up to her feet, “Yes, sir.”

As the two ate and talked about their hopes for a bountiful sale of slaves and science equipment, she made her way through the galley collecting all the discarded garments she could find. It was easy to tell raider clothing from her crew’s. A tiny, soiled set of panties she imagined belonged to Kimura she found hanging from the back of a chair. Other garments from her crew were a standard issue set of panties with the word Geller handwritten in the waistband, and the torn fragments of some undergarment made of a shimmering alien fabric. She could only find bits and pieces of their uniforms, most likely torn or cut off by the excited crew when they had brought their captives to the galley for playtime. Her own uniform was missing, then she remembered it was discarded in the sick bay.

She took the armload of clothing back to Zed’s cabin where she dumped it all on the floor. Quickly searching the raider's garments, she was disappointed to discover that there were no ID cards. She did find a black metal ring. When she looked closely at it she could see the imbedding of circuitry. Maybe this was a door key?

Her hunch turned out correct. She stopped before the oversized hatch. There was no signage to indicate the bridge was behind it, but when she passed the ring over the controls, it opened, revealing an empty command center. 

It was a small bridge with only three stations. The command console was at the rear, with weapons and navigation side by side in front of it. The cabin was dark, lit only by flickering monitors and banks of buttons. 

Some garish green light poured in from the main view port and she could see the top deck of her ruined science vessel. She crept up to the wide slit of the port and looked down past the ship’s nose to the ground below. A couple of raiders were busy hauling ruined equipment off her ship. There was no sign of Zed.

Moving quickly, she eased into the command chair and worked the controls. She spent a moment studying a diagram of ship systems, a map, then went into the file systems. She was surprised that nothing seemed to be locked down. Zed and his crew were either very sloppy or overconfident, she settled on the former.

She spotted a document called “Manifest” and decided to sneak a peek. The contents of it sickened and horrified her.