Chapter 30 - Eager

Degenerate Star Part 30 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

Riley left the work detail when the ship pinged a return to normal space. Naked she padded her way through the ship to the captain’s cabin. Inside she took her customary position at the foot of Zed’s bed, naked, kneeling, with knees spread wide, tits thrust out, and her fingers laced together behind her neck. She did not lower her eyes, she wanted to see Zed when he entered. She told herself it was to show him that she was still defiant, but deep down, she knew she just wanted to see him stride in, ever confident of himself.
She didn’t have to wait long. The hatch opened and Zed strode in. He paused a moment, a deep grin spreading across his face, obviously pleased with what he saw.
“Prep a shower for me, scalding hot, water as always.” He said as he peeled off his shirt.
Smothering the impulse to jump up and do as he bid, Riley forced herself to remain kneeling, “Sir, I have a need.”
He stopped and looked at her as his hands went to his belt buckle. Suggestively, he replied, “I have some needs, too.”
Heat flashed through her at the thought of attending the needs he hinted at. To rush to him and run her hands across those bare muscles, to feel him crush her casually… Duty came first. “I need a datapad.”
“Do you now?” He said, the slowly began unbuckling, “You have no other needs?”
Void yes, she thought… “Yes, Sir. In order to properly manage the workload I need to be able to take notes.” She considered what Zed might need a datapad for and changed her request to speak more in a way he would understand, “Being able to track tasks, I can’t have your slaves lollygagging and slacking on jobs while reporting it took twice as long. A datapad will help me keep my thumb on the pulse of the work.”
Zed laughed, “You Fed types, you look down your noses at the Coalition, but you… you’re the true slave drivers.”
“I simply want to perform efficiently.”
“I understand, it's just a laugh that human nature is no different in your pristine white ships than it is out here. Everyone is looking for a little time to themselves.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
“I didn’t say you could have one… yet.”
“Well, Sir… It would also make…”
Zed interrupted her, “Yada, yada, yada, I’m sure you have an entire checklist of perfectly rational reasons for a datapad. On that note you don’t need to convince me. What I am interested in, however, is what you are willing to offer for it.”
“Sir?” Riley said. She was confused, “I am just a slave, anything you want is available to you.”
Zed paced around her, “Available for the taking sure. But, it hasn’t exactly been offered enthusiastically yet, now has it?”
“I’m not sure I understand what you’re getting at… Sir.”
“I watched you with the technician. You took care of him with a gusto, an eagerness I hadn’t seen in you before that. What made you perform that way?”
Riley swallowed she could feel herself blushing, “You told me to treat him as I would you, Sir.”
“You haven’t treated me so… eagerly.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, if my performances weren’t up to your expectations.”
“See, that’s just it. I don’t want a performance. I want to feel that passion. I want to look in your eyes when you fuck me and know it's exactly where you want to be.”
Stars, Riley thought, there was a part of her that did want exactly that… but she didn’t really have a say in the matter. “As you have reminded me frequently, I am a slave, Sir.”
Zed considered her words. He slowly unfastened and pushed his breaches down in front of her. Riley tried her hardest to keep looking into his eyes but couldn’t help sneaking a peek at him. Void, she wanted him, every single centimeter, in every single place. She forced herself to look back up at his smug smile. Words were failing her, lost in the need to clench her thighs together. 
“Tell you what,” he said, stepping out of the trousers, “If you can convince me with a performance like you gave the technician, I’ll let you have your datapad. You’ve got to earn it.
Her skin felt as if was crackling with static electricity. He wanted something other than just hard use? Void and void again. Fluttering fragments of thoughts tried hard to congeal in her mind. All she could muster as a response, “Yes, Sir. I’ll prepare that shower for you.”
He towered over her, fists on his hips, as she got to her feet. Stepping up to him, she leaned into him on tippy toes, extending her lips up to a face nearly two heads taller than she was. He leaned down to her, and their lips met softly. She threw an arm around his neck to pull herself up. Riley wanted to melt, but this was just an act, something he had commanded her to do.
Of its own volition, her other hand went to his hip. It met a closed fist, traveled over it, then across the front of his leg. Her fingers touched hot, stiffening flesh, and she wrapped her palm around it. Hefting the heavy tool, she marveled that she could take this thing at all. Her fingers glided over the implanted nubs scattered across its bulk.
He broke her kiss, “Shower.”
Try as she might, words wouldn’t come out when she lipped, “Yes, Sir.”
Dazed Riley fled to the head. Inside, she worked the controls for the shower, setting it to scalding hot. She knew she needed to seduce him. Taking her was no longer enough for him. He wanted her to want him. He wanted her. He wants me, she thought over and over. 
She had to remind herself it was just an act. She had to sell herself for a datapad. Sell herself for something every school child could easily get in any corner vending machine. She was selling herself. That’s what she’d become. Just as he’d said, a whore for him.
But, oh, just the sight of him naked made thinking so difficult. She splashed water across her face testing the heat. It was close. She slipped in, letting the hot spray burn across the skin.
“It’s ready, Sir!” she yelled.
Zed appeared and entered. His vast bulk took up most of the space in the luxuriously sized stall. She barely had room to get around him. With a soapy sponge, she began washing him, admiring every angular curve, every thick muscle, every knot on his body. He groaned, then leaned this way then that, allowing her access to one side at a time. 
He leaned back, eyes closed in bliss. Riley forced many of her hazy thoughts aside. She had a job, and she needed to seduce him. Pouring soap on her chest she began washing him anew. He opened one eye to look down on her, and she beamed back up at him, pressing her tits hard to his skin.
It was the easiest acting she’d ever done. She wanted him in her, fucking her, pounding her. Gathering suds in her cleavage, she leaned down and rubbed her tits across his semi-hard cock. Pleased with the way it twitched she grabbed the shaft and laid it between both breasts. She relished the way he hardened as she rode up and down, until he could take no more.
He grabbed her and yanked her up in the air as she squealed. First, he slammed her back to the cool shower stall, and then he leaned back. He demanded, “Kick up your legs.”
She could only manage to get one up. He linked an arm under it behind the knee, then did the same with the other. She could feel him, fully erect now, stabbing against her. She yelped when it threatened her pucker.
“I am so fucking hard,” he hissed at her, “I could cut diamonds on my cock.”
Void, she thought, just stab it in me already. There was an odd feeling of pride knowing that she had that effect on him. That even after several weeks of him fucking her daily he still wanted her. She reached down around her thigh to grab him and line him up properly.
He wasted no time and sank into her easily. Riley didn’t care whether it was his self-lubing nubs or her own juices. As he pushed up into her, stretching her painfully wide, it felt heavenly. So good, in fact, that she could just barely breathe, making the noises she had wanted was out of the question.
Zed lifted her and slid her back down on himself easily. Using her like a sex toy. After the initial shock of being so totally filled, she found her voice and was finally able to make the noises she’d hoped for. She sang his praise in a chorus of squeals and sighs, then began urging him on thrusting her hips against him.
As lovely as the slow fucking had been, she wanted to feel him really want her. To pound into her and take her like she was, an object for his total gratification. She knew that in a less frantic environment, she’d be horrified at herself for thinking such thoughts, but in the heated passion of his taking her, she gave into the wanton pleasure. She could feel an intense pressure inside her as he hammered away, almost as if her body were threatening to pee.
Without waiting for her to beg he whispered, “Cum for me. Squirt for me.”
The last one surprised her. She came anyway, crying out, clutching at him, and thrashing uncontrollably. She also felt an intense relief accompanying her climax and knew she was doing exactly as he’d commanded. Locking her arms around his neck, she rode out her squirting orgasm with her face buried, muffling her screams in his shoulder.
He slowed but continued fucking her long after the orgasm subsided. She needed a moment to breathe, to catch her breath, to settle back down, but he kept slowly thrusting up into her. She could do little more than groan with each thrust.
“You can have your datapad.” He whispered in her ear.
“Who fucking cares. Keep fucking me.”