Degenerate Star Ch. 01 - Captured

"Zarinya and Feya will want to have fun like the rest of the crew. I'm sure they'll appreciate having male parts to play with. And no, he's definitely not a threat."

"That's very generous of you to take into consideration the females on board the ship. I can cobble together enough implants from the incomplete sets that remain to ensure the male has a full complement." Doc paused then continued, "I could also give the remaining two prisoners partial implant sets. While not complete, they would have the typical range of psychological effects. Sadly, they would need to be controlled manually and would lose some of the predictive training elements that a full set provides. They also would not provide any of the hormonal benefits."

"So, the last two would only work with control wands?"

"That is correct."

"And none of the love juice?"

"An inelegant metaphor, but also correct."

Riley listened in horror, wondering about the devices the two men talked about so casually. Whatever they were she knew that she was not being discussed as a partial recipient. She'd be getting a complete set along with whatever affects the devices delivered.

"Would you like to start with this one?" Doc gestured at Riley.

"Absolutely," Zed said as he wrapped the leash around his fist. He locked his arm practically holding her up by the leash. His other hand grabbed and held her by an elbow.

Riley squirmed, terror of the medical procedure she'd just been threatened with getting the better of her. His grip was firm and she could do nothing as Doc retrieved a hypo-gun from a nearby counter and approached her. She tried to jerk away but could escape nowhere.

Spindly grey fingers caught the collar of her jumpsuit and pulled it back revealing her shoulder and freeing a breast. Doc was uninterested in her tit. As Riley struggled violently he pressed the gun to the meaty part of her upper arm and squeezed the trigger. It stung.

Zed continued to hold her for a moment. Doc waved to a gurney with robotic arms at each corner, and Riley was marched over to it. As she walked, she could feel her legs getting rubbery. She staggered and then dragged, her feet trailing behind her.

She tried to say something, but her tongue was thick and it wouldn't listen to her demands of it. The world spun. Riley tumbled backwards, thick warm arms catching her and easing her down onto the medical gurney. The Avyrian's bald grey head came into focus above her as Zed's warm hands guided her onto the examination table. She could only stare up at the ceiling as Doc tinkered with the controls next to her. She felt her jumpsuit being pulled down from underneath her. The way the fabric played across her skin felt oh so good and she cooed unintelligibly. Her uniform was pulled down her legs and she wished Zed would pull it back up, and down, and up. She wanted his hot burning hands on her again. She got her wish. Zed grabbed her by one knee and lifted her leg up pulling her open. She knew he could see everything. It was embarrassing and arousing both at once. He pushed her leg, setting it down in the gripper of one of the robotic arms. This left her leg dangling up in the air. He did the same with her other leg and she wanted his hands to crawl up her thighs. When he released her, her knees were bent, and her legs held open. Although her mind felt slow, like thinking through molasses, she wanted to feel his hot fingers glide up her opened thighs and into her. The pain from earlier was a pleasant burning, a small fire of heat that needed fanning.

Riley watched as Doc wheeled away out of the corner of her eye. Zed came into view walking around her. There was an inkling of concern, wondering what the doc would do, what the devices they spoke about did, and how they were implanted. That was all far away, a worry for someone else. And when she felt Zed's hands on her arm, the concerns were lost in the fiery tingles that cascaded down her arms into her spine. She wanted desperately to arch her back as he guided her wrist into a robotic hand. She wanted to thank him, beg him to hold her, a coo was all that came from her lips. Her other arm was taken, heated, tingled, then it too was cold and lonely.

One part of her mind understood she was naked, spread out, exposed, and unable to do anything. But it was someone else's mind. The texture of the exam table, the weave of the fabric pressing to her ass, the rubber grips at each limb, the way the warm air wafted, tickled, and teased her body was all she could focus on. A thousand ghost touches splitting her mind into fragments.

Cool leathery hands touched her inner thighs. They weren't the warm burning hands of Zed. It was Doc, he was deep between her legs. She felt alien hands touch her outer labia, pulling it apart. Oh, how she wanted to arch, to force those fingers inside her. She could do nothing.

Cold metal touched her, pried her open. Intimately. She could feel herself flexing, could feel every tickle of air, feel it cool the juices she knew were pooling. Dry fingers traced the shape of her opening. In her mind, she cried out loudly. All her distant body heard was a gurgled moan.

Her inner lips were stroked, spread open. She desperately needed to feel those fingers fill her. They ignored her silent need, toying incessantly with her opening. Spreading her Doc's fingers wrapped around her hood, something vibrating touched her and her mind froze up. The vibrating continued but she could do nothing to thrust her hips up to meet it. She could only stare at the ceiling and feel the things done to her body a thousand clicks away. Her whole world was reduced to the electric thrum of her clit being coaxed out of her. As he stroked it, she felt tension, not in her body, but the back of her mind. Warm wet blankets rippled through her body. Detached and far away, she knew the body had gone ahead and orgasmed without her. The fingers massaged the shaft of the hood hard. She could feel her body heading silently into another orgasm. There was a mechanical click...

Lightning struck her core.

Her scream gurgled out as a sigh. The white-hot lightning that had torn her very core apart faded to a mere sting. Wet fingers stroked her. The pain faded like mist, replaced in a jellied instant with the thrumming of pleasant waves. There were wet noises she couldn't see. Warmth, blessed warmth radiated from her core, spreading out from her tummy and consuming her. Along with the fingers stroking her the vibrations returned, her cunt practically melted. After the sharp lance of overwhelming pain, this drove her instantly to the tight binding feeling of an oncoming orgasm. She could feel it rushing towards her, unstoppable. And she could do nothing about it, her body simply refused to respond to any commands. When it crashed into her she let out a long low sloppy moan. She could feel every muscle in her torso convulsing, twitching, threatening to break, and all she could do was lie there.

Doc wheeled away from her. A moment later, he appeared at her side with a pronged medical device in his hands. Grey fingers reached down cupping a breast. It was mechanical, a technician tuning up an engine. The fingers kneaded her, captured a nipple, and tugged. She could feel it harden. She wanted to feel his mouth, Zed's mouth, anybody's mouth suck her in. Lying there motionless was maddening. She wanted to wrap her arms around his head and force him to suck her. She wanted to roll her hips, squirm, rub her cunt on something. She could feel a type of heat, buried in her tummy, spreading through her body. Her cunt was on fire, aching with a need so desperate it was driving her mad.

Doc leaned back, still tugging on her nipple, and looked at a nearby monitor. "All connections are in the green. Status nominal. I'm going to proceed with the next implants."

He looked at her for a moment, his large black eyes seeing into her soul. She wondered if he knew how badly she wanted him to fuck her. He turned his attention back to her chest. Something cold touched her captured nipple, making her want to dance. Another click and pain lanced through her. Coupled with the fires in her belly it confused her, made her yearn for more, she wanted to be hurt and fucked and made to scream out. And still, she could only lie there, a passive third-party witness to the things being done to her body.

The same thing happened to her other nipple. Warm hands, nipple captured and stroked, a flood of heat and desire, cold metal, then a click of searing pain mixed with randy need. She was aware of her irregular breathing, the heat between her legs, and her need to move, to do anything, most of all touch herself.

Doc wheeled up to her face. He turned her head so all she could see was an empty gurney and wall. There was a click with a bee sting on her earlobe. He turned her head again, forcing her to look at his narrow chest and emaciated limbs. A tug on her ear, a click. He then turned, looking down her naked body.

Something whirred, and out of the far corner of her eye, she saw some sort of medical device descend from overhead to her belly. Doc wheeled over, grabbed the periscope-like device, and shifted it over her naval. He pulled it down, so it made contact with her skin, completely engulfing the navel. As the device chimed into life Riley felt heat radiating through her. It built up into a raging inferno engulfing everything. Her pussy was burning, pulsing, aching in ways she'd never felt before. She couldn't imagine the noises she'd make if only she could speak. As the fires built, she could feel the distant orgasm coming, happening to someone else's body so far away. She moaned as it swept across her. Muscles flexing and pulsing, heat transforming into light, sucking sounds from somewhere down below.

Riley faded into the light cooing incoherently.