Chapter 36 – The Sorter

Degenerate Star Part 36 (Mf- noncon, slavery, training, primal, sci-fi)

She thought about her last few weeks. Constantly naked, fucked when and by whomever Zed wanted. Used by Zed constantly. She’d been captured and told she was a slave, and she’d fallen into the role so easily. She’d been born to be a slave.
Just the thought of Zed barking at her, telling her to pose for him, made her wet. She tried to understand why. Was this what she’d needed her whole life? Was this the emptiness inside her she tried to fill with accomplishments? Did she just need to accept that she was happiest when freed from the burden of choice?
The image of Zed barking orders at her caused her to shudder and reach wetly to touch herself. If relaxing into slavery was wrong, why did it feel so absolutely right? She knew she couldn’t climax, but edging while thinking of herself on her knees naked before strong men felt so satisfying, so fulfilling. 
She wondered what a child with Zed would look like. Would it be as strong as him? Smarter than her? It would never happen. She forced herself up and to the door. She’d left the inspection tool in the locker below, but she felt a driving urge to continue trying to rescue her crew.
“Computer, library access.”
“Thinking, guest access granted.”
“Tell me about the Hallucinogens.”
“There are three that can be crafted with the material at hand. What other info would you like?”
“How do I craft the first one?” 
Riley listened as the computer explained the process of separating an organic cleaner into component parts. When it continued, her hope was dashed. It required thirty days of preparation, including growing mold cultures.
The next one needed equipment that could only be found in a full research lab. She had no idea what a phenomenal analyzer was but knew there would be nothing like that on Zed’s ship.
She listened to the final recipe, only to have her hopes dashed when it called for a vibratory screener. A moment of utter despair filled Riley. If her crew was only armed with irritants, they would never be able to escape the raiders.
If only they were still aboard her ship the Hyperion, she knew for a fact there were several screeners for soil analysis. Sadly, the last time she’d seen her ship was several weeks ago, when the raiders were gutting it for loot. She considered that for a moment and recalled that they were tearing out all the scientific equipment they could lay hands on in hopes of selling it. The raiders may have very well brought one aboard. 
She scrambled for her datapad and reviewed all the inventories her crew compiled. There was no mention of the cargo hold. They’d been so busy inspecting the working components of the ship itself that that room had slipped all their notice. She felt incredibly dumb for having not thought of it herself, but the seeds of hope had been planted.
When Zed arrived, he found Riley kneeling in her spot, almost beaming.
“What got you smiling?” he asked.
“Doc made some adjustments,” she replied thinking quickly.
Zed plopped down on the bed behind her. “Oh yeah?”
She scooted around still on her knees, “He recalibrated things… I wasn’t really paying attention…”
“Dubious.” Zed interrupted.
She smirked, “Anyway… he, you know, tightened things up down there.”
“Did he now?” Zed said. He slipped one booted foot towards Riley.
“Yes,” she gulped. “Do you want me to… polish that?”
“Just take it off.”
“Yes, Sir.” She worked the clasps and pulled the boot away. Figuring he would need them for the rest of the evening she yanked the sock away as well and flung it behind her with reckless abandon.
“Well,” Zed watched as she worked the other boot, “it certainly has put you in a mood.”
Tossing the second sock over her shoulder, she slid her hands up his thighs, going straight for his belt. “What can I say? I’m a new woman.”
“Oh, you gave it a test drive already?”
“Pish-posh, that pussy is all yours, Sir.” Her fingers worked the clasp as she looked up and said huskily, “But I would like to see what you think of it.”
Zed laughed, “You’re offering me what's already, mine?”
She batted her eyes looking up at him. “Yes, Sir. It's all shiny and new. Just a little?”
He grabbed her, lifted her in the air, then spun and threw her onto the bed. She bounced with a squeal while thinking, this is so much easier than I thought. All those frustrating years in Academy, trying to figure out what the alien species called men wanted. All she had to do was relax into giving in. So damn simple. Surely Zed would see through it.
Zed ripped his shirt off, then mimicking Riley tossed it over his shoulder. Her giggling died as she saw his muscles, the washboard, and his hands freeing himself from his trousers. As he bent, removing the last of his clothing, she could see him hanging and knew that girth would soon be buried inside her. She took a shuddering breath as he climbed up and over her.
“I am now, and always shall be, your slave.” She whispered up at him.
“Open up,” he demanded. She grabbed her knees and spread herself for him, watching his face as he looked down at her pussy. Feeling him rubbing the head against her, she strained to look down and watch. 
He pressed it to her, she couldn’t help but groan. She knew what was about to happen would hurt at first, but she offered it to Zed freely. She was his to do with as he pleased. That pleased her in ways she couldn’t quite describe, she just knew it was true.
When he first pushed in, she cried out. It did hurt, fucking bad. “I’ll be easy,” he told her. She nodded, staring into his eyes. His face was so close, it made her smile, a fragile smile because she knew he would hurt her more. He pressed forward, and she grunted, trying to take it, trying not to alarm him. Wanting him to be happy inside her.
The tip forced its way in. Riley whimpered like a small hurt animal. 
“Almost there.” He groaned, pushing further into her. He’d been fucking her for several weeks now. Using her hard. Yet it felt like her first time, so painful. And yet, when she looked into his eyes, looked down at his cock pressing into her, she couldn’t stop how desperate and bad she wanted him in her. The pain mixed with her need to have him. The more he pressed in, the more she wanted him deeper, the more she felt her insides melt. The pleasure she felt giving him this, her new pussy, soon shone brighter and louder than the pain of him splitting her apart.
“Oh, you are so fucking tight, captain.” He grunted at her, still trying to bottom out in her.
She wanted to say something back to him, express her service, tell him he owned her, even that she loved him, but the fullness inside shoved everything else apart. It was difficult even to draw a breath, there was so much of him inside her. The hurt and pleasure were so great she could only lie there and feel him do as he pleased to her.
She tried again to say words, but mangled sighs were all that came out.
“Almost there.” He breathed hot in her ear, crushing himself down on her. She surrendered to her senses, to his painful penetration, to giving him something new.
“I’m your slave,” she grunted, looking up at him wide-eyed, “I’ll do anything you desire.”
He understood and whispered the words she wanted to hear so badly. “Cum for me.”
And she lost control.
Her body somehow found the strength to thrust itself against him, bury that massive cock so deep inside her. She gurgled, trying to say coherent thoughts but gibberish was all that came out. Zed clamped a hand over her mouth and pinned her to the bed.
“Fuck, little slave, your so tight it fucking hurts.” She didn’t understand. The words were incomprehensible. Her hips continued trying to suck him in. In her mind, she was fucking him, stabbing her massive cock into him. Everything was pain and pleasure and twisted in all the worst right ways.
Zed rolled on his back and dragged her on top of him never uncoupling. Riley tried latching on with every limb, to continue pulling her cunt down and engulf him. He groaned angrily and grabbed her hips. He then began using her like a fleshlight, jerking her back and forth over his cock. 
“Cum.” He groaned, “Cum right fucking now.” And she did.
He used her. Then howled like a wolf to its mistress moon, shooting thick, hot ropes of spunk up inside her. It felt like he would burst from her mouth, the fullness was too much.
“Cum!” he roared. And she did. And she did. And she did. Until the senses were so overwhelmed, she crashed into the inky darkness and slipped away.
She woke alone well after the start of first shift. Blast it, she thought, more punishments tonight. Rolling out of bed, she couldn’t help but notice how horribly sore she was. She staggered to the head, aching but aching in such a deliciously exhausting way. 
Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized just how much Zed had used her the previous evening. Finger-sized bruises lined her hips, and her inner thighs were a mess of dark splotches. Showering hurt, drying hurt, even walking hurt. She considered a call to sick bay, but trying to explain sex to someone who understood it only as a theoretical exercise seemed more trouble than it was worth. 
When she entered the utility room most of her crew were already out on assignment. Only K’rra, Geller, and Maxwell remained. The looks on each of their faces said it all. Three sets of eyes looked at her bruises, her bruised thighs, and knew she’d been fucked insanely hard.
K’rra approached her, “You may want to make a sick call, captain.”
“No, no, something important right now.” Riley replied, “We need to catalog the cargo bay. Open everything up, record everything. Especially the gear from our ship.”
“Why is that?” K’rra asked.
“Maxwell, Geller, I need you.” Riley called her crew mates over, “We need to catalog everything in the cargo bay. If possible, before the lunch break as second shift starts. I’ll help.”
Geller looked at Riley and asked, “What’s so urgent about this?”
“I’ll explain later,” Riley said, she definitely could not share the real reason
The four spent the entire first shift, nearly five hours, cataloging everything in the cargo bay. Occasionally, K’rra would run off to bring about another crew member who knew what a specific piece of scientific gear was. 
As lunch approached, K’rra told Riley, “It’s lunch break, then the second shift will start. I’ll go and retrieve food for us.”
Riley grabbed K’rra’s wrist, “No. I’ll go.”
“Captain, you can’t go. You’ve already suffered extreme trauma. If you would take my advice, you would go immediately to the sick bay.”
“No. I’m fine, really.”
“Captain, I insist I go. This is something I’ve done since the first day onboard.”
“No.” Riley was resolute. “Geller! Go to the galley and fetch lunch for this detail.”
“Captain,” Geller looked worried, “I don’t go anywhere near the galley at mealtime, especially lunch.”
“I don’t have time to argue,” Riley said evenly in her best commander voice, “Go.”
Geller looked furious but turned and departed. K’rra, trying hard not to show emotion, looked concerned as she watched Geller depart. Riley was indifferent to Geller getting exactly what she deserved. 
It took a few hours, but eventually, she returned with several trays of cold food and new bruises herself. Geller refused to look at the captain and went back to cataloging items without a word.
When they found the vibratory screener Riley nearly lost hope again. It was almost as large as a bathtub. It would not be something they could keep hidden. If Zed asks, I’ll just have to think of something, Riley told herself. The four of them hauled it up the crew deck and placed it in the utility room, in the farthest corner.
“Is it in working order?” Riley asked Maxwell.
He inspected it thoroughly, then switched it on. It hummed and vibrated. “Hard to tell, until we have a soil sample to separate.” 
“Can you show me how to use it?” Riley asked.
Maxwell explained the basics. The material that needed sifting went here, the setting of varying sizes of sifted materials was programmed there, and the output bins were over there. In all, it seemed like a pretty simple piece of lab equipment.
They finished cataloging and setting up the sorter just before dinner break and the start of the third shift. Riley made certain to gather both her datapad and the inspection camera before heading back to her cabin.
Once in the cabin she took her spot on the floor in front of the hatch and used the inspection tool to view the bridge hatchway. Well into dinner, it slid open, and Zed left. Riley fought the urge to scramble away and watched as he turned and went down the stairs to the crew deck. Five minutes, she figured, if he didn’t return in five minutes, he would be getting info from Geller.
An hour later she heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. She turned the camera off and set it on a wall shelf with her datapad, then assumed her position at the foot of the bed.
Zed entered, looked at Riley, and ordered, “Inspection.”
She went to her feet, spreading them and lacing her fingers behind her neck. He walked up to her and looked down at her. Then he smacked her nipples several times in quick succession. 
“How many times do I have to tell you to stick those out?”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll do better next time.”
“Yes, you will.” He said walking behind her to sit on the bed. “Spin that naked little ass around.”
She turned to face him, and he beckoned her over. She waited for him to ask…
“Looks like I was a little too enthusiastic last night,” he said, touching her thighs and looking at her bruises. “Are you still sore?”
Not quite what she had expected. She thought he’d open with a question about the sorter, knowing full well Geller had told him everything. “I forgot all about them, Sir.”
“Ready for another round then?”
She winced at the thought of it, “Whatever Sir desires.”
“Yeah, well, your face said otherwise.”
She broke her position and dropped to her knees inside of his. “Sir, you can use this slave however you wish. Always.” She sniffed quietly trying to determine if he had the scent of Geller on him. How else would he reward her except with a good hard fucking?
“I didn’t tell you to move.” He said looking down at her.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I just wanted… to touch you.”
“I appreciate the enthusiasm, but only break a pose when told. Other owners may not be as forgiving as I am.” He said. Riley felt a stab of panic at the mention of other owners.
Riley forced herself up to her feet and resumed the position, still standing within his knees.
“So,” he asked, “What are you doing with a sorter.”