Chapter 31 - Unquenchable

Degenerate Star Part 31 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

Zed slammed the dryer button with his elbow, while still buried inside Riley. The shower water stopped and a rush of warm air dried them in moments. He then wasted no time carrying her, still fucking her as he walked to the bed.
Collapsing on top of her he continued driving into her, making her cry out. All gentleness was gone now, he was just rutting in her like an animal. Her arms were still locked around his neck, and she watched his face intently as he whispered, “Cum for me.”
Riley came. Hard. Bucking and crying out beneath him. When she was done, he was still buried inside her, only she was on top of him now. 
With a hand on each hip, he simply lifted and shoved her down on himself effortlessly. In his massive arms, she seemed to weigh nothing. He jerked her whole body up and down his cock, as if jacking off into a cum rag. Weak and unable to resist him at all, Riley leaned forward, holding herself up barely with hands on his broad, monstrous chest.
“You’re going to squirt for me, aren’t you?” he asked.
Before she could answer she felt the pressure inside her return. Stars no, not again, she thought. Opening her mouth to answer she was silenced when he barked, “Squirt for me. Cum on me.”
It was impossible for Riley to describe just how painful the orgasm was. Everything was overstimulated, throbbing in agony, and yet, she climaxed anyway. Worse than that, she could feel the odd relieving sensation and the sound of her own juices violently expelling. It was so nasty, so filthy, that it made the heat in her cunt explode with burning friction. She could only make a long low guttural sound as he continued banging away inside, trying to ruin her pussy.
“No… please… stop…” she begged.
“Stop what? You want to cum again?”
“No,” she groaned.
“Cum.”
She drifted away. Far off, she could hear a moaning sound and laughter, squishy noises she knew were her battered pussy, but none of it was her. She let the passenger ride it out. Her friend from earlier who got her through the first week of assaults. Floating, unseeing, and wishing she couldn’t hear herself howling, she felt time slip by with no meaning.
Crashing back down into her body she discovered that Zed had repositioned her again. Now face down in the wet sheets, he pulled her hips up to his cock still buried balls-deep in her. He was simply using her body, moving it over himself, grinding away in her trying to get himself off.
“Back again, are we?” Zed grunted.
“Puhh… please…”
“Okay, cum again.”
Her howl became a wave of sound that she floated along with, riding its current. She was floating in a technicolor landscape, splashes of sensation assaulted her as her body twisted and writhed. It was the most serene nightmare she’d ever been in the middle of. Her cunt was on fire, every twitch of it sparking new agonies.
“Return to me,” Zed demanded. And she was there, in his arms, lying on her back, her fists wrapped around his pulsing vibrating cock. In her palms, she could feel the rings of nubs all spinning in different directions. The soft vibrating tip of his prick stabbed at her mouth as he straddled her. She was so dazed she almost didn’t know what to do.
“Go on, suck it.”
Yes, that’s what she was supposed to do. She closed her eyes and guided him inside her. Lips wrapping around the vibrating head. His and her juices were intermingled, tingling, making her thirst for more. Her empty pussy simmered, it had been rubbed raw, even though she’d been totally soaked. Her clit so angry that even slight breezes of air made it scream. If she could just get him off…
“Do you want to cum again?” 
She cried, shoved the cock in her mouth, and sucked, trying to take his skin off. She had to get him off. She couldn’t take much more. 
“Go ahead, cum for me.”
Blinding light. Pain. Ecstasy. Everything inside broke and smashed together. A churning force that turned her inside out. She clutched at his cock, it was her life preserver, the only thing keeping her grounded in reality. She sucked until her lungs were on fire. Zed groaned. When she opened her eyes, he had that smug look on his face.
“Good girl. I’m almost there.” He continued shoving himself in her face. “Keep stroking, but get it out of your mouth. I’m going to paint that pretty face of yours.”
Breathless, exhausted, and not certain she could go much longer, she did as she was told. Her hands worked at him stroking him furiously, with squeezes along the way to try and milk him. His groan was loud and long. Riley opened her mouth in anticipation, wanting to feel his altered sizzling jizz on her tongue.
The first blast went right across her forehead, flipping her hair back. The next was under an eye, coming close to blinding her. After that, she leaned forward, sucking his spunk from him. It was bitter, but there was something in it that made her want more. Made her want to bathe in it. It tingled across her tongue, down her throat, and made her feel giddy when it reached her stomach.
She continued hungrily trying to suck more out of him even when he finished. Finally, he pushed her aside and collapsed on his back in the sheets she had drenched. He grabbed her and yanked her up onto his chest. His hands began drawing lazy patterns across her skin. Even though her crotch burned, she felt content and relaxed, at peace with the universe. If this was his idea of gentle lovemaking, she would be constantly exhausted.
Riley woke shivering. The sheets were damp, and she was alone. Zed came out from the head. He reached over to a shelf and then flicked a datapad to her. It landed with a wet squelch.
She smiled, weakly. Another ten hours of sleep would suit her well. Considering the pounding the previous night, she thought she might only be able to handle nothing more than a rotating schedule of pleasing Zed and sleeping the rest of the time.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You were a bad girl.”
“Sir?”
“Your morning duties… Have you forgotten?”
Panicked she realized she hadn’t gotten up before him, hadn’t woken him with her mouth. Singularity! He could want more after last night? “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Apology accepted. I’ll punish you after work shifts.”
Void. Punishment again. She forced herself out of bed and padded over to him.
Pressing her naked body to his she cooed, “Don’t punish me, Sir. You were very hard on me last night.”
Zed winked, “Can’t let the crew slack now, can I?”
“Oh pish-posh.” She pouted, but there was a tickle of fear regarding his threat.
With a smack to her ass, Zed exited. 
Pish-posh? Oh stars, thought Riley, I sound like the most boring housewife possible. The datapad on the bed brightened her mood.
Riley spent the next two work shifts with her crew, cataloging, organizing, and cleaning. She sent them out singly to different parts of the ship with orders to lay out anything, any single thing, that they had access to and that could be inventoried. She spent the entire day adding lists to the datapad and realized she might very well know more about the Unnamed than Zed did.
Near the end of the second work shift she called her crew together in the utility room. The room itself had undergone a remarkable transformation. There was no longer any scattered junk. Everything was stowed in a cabinet or drawer, leaving a relatively streamlined-looking room. The stains that had covered the deck and bulkheads were also gone. While not exactly new looking, the room did look cared for. 
The six stood in a naked circle in the farthest corner from the hatch.
“Maxwell,” Riley said, “What’s the situation with the shuttles?”
“Looks like they are just lifeboats. Built for six with limited piloting and navigation functions. They’re programmed to find the nearest electronic signal and navigate toward it. Failing that they look for the nearest planetary body and attempt a soft landing.”
Riley thought for a moment, “If the nearest signal is the ship they launched from?”
Maxwell shook his head, “Oh no, programmed out. The ship could be on fire or in some other dangerous state. Survivors wouldn’t want to fly back to the ship they just escaped from.”
“That’s great news,” Riley said.
“Not entirely. It sets off an alarm when launched, so the crew will know we took one. Because they have limited piloting, there is no way to evade a pursuing ship. We can get out into space on one, but the raiders will know and be on us in a heartbeat.”
“So, the crew would need to be distracted,” Riley said, thinking about potential traps and ambushes that might be occurring in a handful of days.
“Afraid so,” Maxwell added, 
Other team members reported large lists of items. Riley dutifully recorded every item and where it was kept. Especially the chemicals. There was no telling what might be useful soon. It was a good start. She released them all, although none of them were really in a hurry to return to their primary duties of entertaining the rest of the raiders. At the end of the second work shift, Riley sadly chased them all off. She needed to stay in Zed’s good graces for another five days.
Maxwell lingered after the others left.
“Captain, my apologies if I went overboard, but I also got a chance to look at the ship’s launch. It was actually added to the ship post-production. Two of the original shuttles were removed to make room for it. It is jump-capable but with an extremely limited range. We might be able to get two jumps out of it if lucky.”
“Now that is promising,” Riley said. She was thinking in her mind about the ice rings. If they could get the launch out, it was such a small ship it would be hard to spot. Even if someone was flooding space with active pings. She couldn’t remember if there were any habited systems near the inspection site. 
“At first glance, it is promising. The biggest problem with it is that it’s locked to the ship. The release is on the commander’s console.” 
Riley nodded and placed a firm hand on Maxwell’s shoulder. “No, lieutenant. You did a good job. Keep it up… cautiously.” 
The warmth of his shoulder felt good in her palm, and she had a sudden desire to stroke his bare skin. Her implants rewarded her with pleasant tingles all through her body. She stepped away quickly unable to help glancing down. He’d felt it too. He was twitching to life.
Flushing red he stammered, “Sorry captain…”
“It’s not your fault. These implants are… fucking insidious.” The words rushed out of her mouth. She felt pangs of hunger, want, and desire, which was ridiculous, Zed had exhausted her completely last night. 
“I’ll see you at first shift lieutenant,” Riley said. 
When he left, she found herself thinking about how she had touched him. How lovely and soft and warm his skin had been. One of her hands slipped to a breast and squeezed. With a start, she stopped herself. Fucking implants, she cursed. She wondered how long it would be before she couldn’t stop herself. How long before the other slaves started having the same effect on her? 
Void, no wonder people in the Federation never hear about slavery in the Coalition. Just a few weeks of exposure and she was becoming absolutely degenerate. In a month, would there be anything of her left, except a set of pleasures always seeking to be fulfilled? She wondered what sort of void-scape it must be living in such a barbaric environment.
Rushing to Zed’s cabin she quickly checked to ensure he wasn’t present.
“Computer, library access.”
“Thinking, guest access granted.”
“I have an inventory of available chemicals, mostly cleaning supplies. Can you tell me what weapons can be crafted from them?”
“Thinking… thinking… thinking… There is no available data source within range.”
“I have a datapad right here in my hand.”
“Thinking… thinking… thinking… There is no available data source within range.”
Singularity. She flipped through the datapad’s settings. And there was the issue, all communications were locked. It was nothing more than a glorified notepad.
If she had a datacable she could connect to the library and simply give it the list. She remembered her earlier conversation, Zed was the only person with access to a manual connection with the library.
“Can I read the list?”
“Thinking, of course.”
Looking at the list of all the chemicals on the ship, including foodstuffs, Riley knew it would take several hours to read. She moved to the hatch and waved it open. Peaking down the passway she could see the bridge hatch was currently closed. Sitting down on the deck she positioned herself so that she was inside Zed’s cabin, but the hatch could not close because her foot was blocking its sensor. If Zed came from either the bridge or below deck, she would hear and could end her session with the library.
“First chemical,” she whispered as loud as she dared, “Hynoloxia Panel Cleaner.”
“Noted.”
“Next, Asperus Drain Remedy.”
“Noted.”
She continued reading for about an hour when she heard footsteps coming up the stairway. She scuttled to the foot of the bed and hissed, “Terminate session.”
“Session terminated.”
It was another hour before the hatch slid open. Too anxious about her earlier close call Riley decided to clean things while waiting. When Zed entered, he saw her bored and waiting in a kneeling position.
He stepped in front of her and looked down, admiring her naked body. She couldn’t help but let her gaze wander all over his clothed body as well. She immediately began wondering how he would take her, what entertainment he would have with her, and it made her squirmy.
“I’m going to ask you something,” he said.
“Anything, Sir.” She said in a throaty whisper wondering if he might inquire about her previous very limited sexcapades.
“What exactly was Maxwell looking for in the shuttles?”
Her heart stopped. Mind racing she thought of possibilities. The raiders had reported that Maxwell asked for access, that’s all. “I believe he was just checking to see if any maintenance was needed.”
“Huh… If that’s the case why would he need to know that they set off an alarm when launched?”
Panic. No, think this through, Riley thought. “Did he ask about that, Sir?”
“See that’s the strange thing. He didn’t. He was in there poking and prodding; Rohm was keeping an eye on him. But your boy did report to you, that the shuttles were wired with an alarm.”
Had they been overheard? Zed had already recorded her crew in very compromising situations, hence the upcoming inspection and potential huge payout. Would he keep cameras in the utility room? Is there anywhere he wouldn’t have cameras? No, he was paranoid, but that level of mistrust required massive amounts of work, and Riley didn’t see it in him. 
A thought occurred to her. Maxwell also reported about the ship’s boat. If Zed were eavesdropping or recording, he would also know about that. Did he know but wasn’t asking specifically to discover if she would confess? Or was Zed not aware that Maxwell also inspected the launch? If Zed didn’t know, then there was no eavesdropping.
The only other possibility was that one of her own had told him.