Degenerate Star Ch. 02 - Chains

Riley slowly came to. She was still on the examination table, but the robotic arms no longer held her. Her tongue felt thick, and her head ached. Lifting her arm, she rubbed her face and was startled that she was able to lift her arm at all. With great effort, she lifted her head and saw that she was still naked. Worse though, she was now pierced. On each breast, she saw small metal hoops. Clumsily she reached up to touch them, to make sure they were real. Her body had been changed, and she hadn't had any say in it.

Across the room, Doc hummed a space ditty as he tinkered with the hypo-gun. He was tall but absurdly thin, Riley considered sneaking up on him and taking him down. But then what? The crew were busy tormenting their prisoners, but there were at least a dozen of them. She might get lucky and drop one or two, if she were armed with a good blaster. Doc's hypo gun would be of no help. Not to mention that she was exhausted, half-drugged, naked, and covered in bruises. She closed her eyes and accepted the impossibility of her situation.

The hatch slid open, and Riley saw Zed shoving Kimura into the sick bay. The flight officer didn't have her uniform or a leash on. There were bruises and fluids smeared all over her naked body. She appeared to be complying with every instruction meekly. Kimura saw the captain and expressed genuine worry in her expression.

Seeing Kimura looking at her captain, Zed barked, "Kneel."

Kimura dropped instantly to her knees.

Sauntering over to Riley, Zed reached down and grabbed the belt still leashed around her neck, "Awake, are we, sleeping beauty?"

"What did you do to me?" Riley slurred.

"Would you like to see?" He leaned down and scooped her up off the table. "You're in for quite a show. Doc here is going to be doing the exact same procedure to suckie-suckie."

He dropped Riley on her feet near the kneeling pilot. Riley staggered, still trying to control her muscles and equilibrium. Zed held the captain up by tightening his grip on the leash, winding it around his fist until his hand touched her neck. Riley reached up, trying to steady herself. Both women were naked, and Riley couldn't help but wonder if she looked as bruised and battered as her pilot. She wanted to protest, to demand these savages stop, but knew it would be utterly futile. She bit her tongue and watched.

Finished reloading, Doc walked to the group with his hypo-gun. Zed gestured to Kimura and asked, "Is it needed? Look at her? She won't even blink without being given permission."

"Oh, I'm afraid so. Calibrating the implants requires the mind to be in a specific beta state."

"Suckie-suckie, get up and get on the table. Put your ass on the lower edge and your arms and legs in the grippers." Zed said.

"Yes, Sir," Kimura rose from the floor, walked to the exam table and climbed on. She placed her limbs in the robotic grippers as told. Spread out she drew a ragged breath and waited anxiously. Doc leaned down and pressed the gun to Kimura's bicep. There was a hiss as the hypo flooded the pilot with twilight sedatives. In moments, her face relaxed and her eyes unfocused.

"How are you feeling suckie?" Doc asked. She slurred something unintelligible.

Doc then sat on an exam stool and wheeled himself between her raised legs. He took a pronged device off a medical stand and fitted several loops to the end of it. He then leaned forward with the device between Kimura's legs.

"Let's get a ringside view," Zed said as he walked Riley up to the spread-eagle woman.

Doc glanced up at the voyeurs but continued working. His fingers massaged Kimura's pussy, spreading and pulling open the outer then inner lips. Kimura moaned.

"For your edification, this particular sedative induces an arousal state that helps calibrate the implants," Doc explained while peering into Kimura.

"What needs to be calibrated? What do the implants do?" Riley choked out around the tight leash.

"Oh, you'll see," Zed whispered in her ear.

The grey alien's fingers worked on the reclining woman, massaging her pussy while focusing on her clit. Kimura made little wounded animal sounds along with shuddering gasps. The alien's hands were slick with her juices. Although Kimura wasn't moving, the noises told Riley the whole story, Kimura was climaxing repeatedly. Doc muttered to himself, "There we go, come on out."

Holding Kimura open he pressed the pronged device to her clit. He adjusted the instrument several times until a green light blinked. There was a loud click and Kimura made a guttural sound. As she whimpered Doc pulled away. Riley could see there was a shiny metal hoop attached to the pilot's clitoris. The captain reached down and felt her own. When her fingers came into contact with it, she could feel a pulse of heat inside her. Fuck, no, she thought.

"Yup, you got one too," Zed said.

Doc pierced Kimura's nipples and earlobe quickly as she whimpered. Then he brought the periscope device down. Lining it up with Kimura's navel he pressed it to her tummy and fiddled with controls while five wavey lines beat back and forth on a small screen. As the lines began slowly mimicking each other in size and shape, Kimura started moaning. As the procedure wore on, the pilot's pitch became higher, with several peaks. Suddenly Kimura made a series of squeaks and a spray of fluid shot up from her cunt. Riley was horrified for the drugged woman.

"Oh, she's a natural," Zed said, "She may be plain, but that performance will increase her price easily."

As Kimura continued squirting Doc finished his calibrations and lifted the heavy device away. Kimura lay on the exam table, eyes glazed, staring at the ceiling. Doc reached up and closed the unconscious woman's eyelids.

"Why all the medical gear for piercings?" Riley asked.

Zed laughed, "Show her Doc."

The spindly alien drew a wand from a sheath in his sleeve. He waved at Riley and she felt warmth erupt in her belly. Gasping, she felt the warmth increase feverishly. Her knees buckled as the intensity soared. Zed pulled her against him to keep her from collapsing, and his warm bare chest burned against her back. She squirmed pressing her ass back to him. Her pussy was on fire, sparks of pleasure radiating from it with each breath. Another wave of the wand and her nipples caught fire as well. When the piercing in her ears came to life it felt like a thick hand was petting her hair. Riley tried to touch herself, but Zed wrapped his arms around her, pulling her hands behind her back. She crossed her legs trying to rub her burning little nub with her thighs. With each passing second, the heat and waves of pleasure got more intense, overwhelming her. And as she was about to peak, as she stood on the precipice of a world-shattering orgasm, it all stopped suddenly.

Shaking Riley whimpered, "Distant stars."

"There's another setting as well." Zed said. "Show her Doc."

Another wave of the wand and Riley's entire body spasmed. The pain that lanced through her cunt was indescribable, so intense that she couldn't even scream. She bucked fiercely against the mountain of man holding her, nearly staggering him. And then suddenly it was over.

Blinking back tears of pain Riley was speechless. She was among monsters. The worst in the galaxy.

"A girl like Kimura might be bred for slavery. But for someone like you captain, these trinkets provide a level of insurance." Zed spun Riley around and looked her in the face. "What say we go try yours out?"

She was pulled along behind Zed as he exited the sick bay. Marched through the corridors naked, Riley wished she at least had shoes to protect her from the grime-covered deck. A short elevator ride and he stopped at a battered hatch. He opened it and pushed her through into a cabin that was obviously occupied by a bachelor. Discarded clothes, food containers, and other bits and pieces of junk lay scattered everywhere. A massive unmade bed dominated the room. It could easily accommodate a half dozen sleeping beings. Riley had little doubt there'd be much in the way of sleeping any time soon. Zed dropped the leash, walked past her, and sat heavily on the edge of the bed.

"Kneel." he said softly.

Riley hesitated. She was one of a handful of humans selected to go to the Federated Systems Academy. Of those a smaller handful entrusted with a ship. She'd struggled to be in the top quintile of her class. She passed many hardships and tribulations, including crashing her first command. That this oversized barbarian could just tell her to drop and think she would do so made her angry.

Zed slipped a controller out of a pants cargo pocket. As he did so, Riley felt a jolt, like a kick to the groin, hit her. She fell to her knees without consciously thinking about it. Once she landed there, naked and kneeling before the huge bare-chested man, a wave of pleasure washed away the pain. Zed said nothing, just sat there smiling down at her. The longer she remained on her knees the stronger the waves of pleasure became.

"You son of a bitch," she hissed.

"That's right, captain, in more ways than you can know." Zed gloated. "Now you are beginning to understand exactly what your piercings are for. Sure, they look pretty. But in time, your Pavlovian response will be to drool at the mere thought of kneeling. Or sucking. Or holding any of your holes open."

Riley wanted to be furious, wanted to leap up and strangle him, but the heat in her belly spread all too quickly to her breasts and the back of her head. Dizzy with desire, anger just wasn't something she could hold on to.

"Since you're on your knees, captain." Zed leered. He spread his knees open and leaned back on the bed. "Why don't you grab those fat titties of yours and offer them to me?"

Riley's face said everything she was thinking, pure unadulterated disgust. She was a Federated Naval Officer. That this scummy low-life would even consider speaking to her in this way was repulsive. He might command his own vessel, but it was barely functional and crewed with riffraff.

The waves of pleasure in her groin changed. She began to feel the sting of a thousand tiny tickles of electric shock like someone had pressed a dual-pronged battery to her clit. It wasn't painful, yet. But certainly, a reminder of things to come.

In Academy she'd gone through the Capture, Escape, and Evasion training. And while the instructors hinted that things might be much rougher for females captured by pirates. She'd never guessed just how bad. The course had impressed the impossibility of completely resisting torture, the instructors urged the students to tell their captors whatever was demanded of them if under duress. But this? Offer her breasts to this animal? It made her nauseous to her core.

The sharp tickles got sharper, more sting-ey. She squirmed, rotating her naked hips in a gesture that she knew must look positively lewd to the grinning raider. Worse still, she could hear herself moaning lowly. The pleasure she'd just felt moments ago mixed with the increasing burning had her body confused and disoriented. Her nipples ached in a way that begged for touch. She had to fight to keep her hands away from them. But why? She'd been taught not to fight torture. Wouldn't it be better to just give in?

She reached up and cupped both breasts underneath. Holding them up in an offering to her captor. As she did so the sparks burning in her cunt vanished, replaced with endless waves of pleasure. It was impossibly hard not to tilt her head down and quench the fires in the burning nipples with her tongue. So undignified, and though she refused her body screamed for it.

The final humiliation came from his lips, "Good girl."

She wanted to die, to vanish, to disappear. Instead, she let out a shuddering sigh. "Go fuck yourself."

"Tsk, Tsk," he gloated. "We'll get to that soon enough."

He considered the proud naval officer a moment then said, "You know? I just gave you a compliment. Didn't I, good girl?"

She couldn't look at him. Every instinct was to leap at him and kill him with her bare hands. Not that that was realistically possible, but she wanted to try all the same.

He repeated himself, "I gave you a compliment. Didn't I?"

The sharp tickles returned, and she hissed instantly, "If you want to call it that."

"It was a compliment. I called you a good girl. Didn't I?"

The sharpness in her crotch was gone, now she felt tiny waves of pleasure. Playing his game was the only way to prevent outright torture. She answered defiantly. "Fine. Yes. You gave me a compliment."

"Well, what do good girls on your world do when they receive a compliment?"

She looked up at his face. He couldn't be serious. He wanted her to thank him? Her face showed every ounce of disgust she felt, every atom of hatred.

"Well?" he asked as he pointed the controller at her.

The electric tickles began again. She couldn't do it. It was a bridge too far. An ask too great. A Rubicon she couldn't imagine crossing. There was no way in all the chaos of the galaxy that she could possibly thank him for calling her such a derogatory term. She'd clawed her way through a male-dominated career in the navy. Scored better than most in Academy. Gotten a command. And he wanted her to thank him for being referred to in such a diminutive fashion? No. Not just no, but a furious no with every burning flame of anger she possessed. She would never thank him for that.

And once she decided she let her hands fall from her breasts to her hips. She didn't care that she was naked and on her knees. She was going to defy this disgusting animal to the bitter end.

"No," she said flatly.

"No?"

"I'm not going to thank you for calling me a girl. I've worked so fucking hard for a command..."

A thousand angry ants bit her clit at once. Whatever she'd been saying was forgotten. Torn from her throat in an instant of agony, worse than anything she'd ever experienced. Behind her eyelids, a million stars burn forth in a haze of crimson. She doubled up into fetal position and collapsed to the floor. Her hands clutched at her crotch, trying to find the source of the pain. Her fingers found a burning hot band of metal. The pain was so sharp she jerked her hands away screaming in misery.

When the pain faded, she found herself on her side. Still on the floor. Still, doubled over, her knees at her chest. She could feel the cold grimy floor on her skin, an anchor bringing her back to reality. She hugged her knees and wished herself anywhere else in the galaxy. She remained rocking herself on the floor.

"That wasn't even the highest setting." Zed explained.

An awkward silence descended on the room. She heard the brute breathing and wondered how long he'd sit there staring at her lying naked on the floor of his cabin. Her rape earlier had seemed almost pleasant compared to what she'd just experienced.

"Well?" he asked.

She shuddered and ground her teeth. No a thousand times, she thought. No.

The pain the second time was as bad. She was aware of herself screaming, thrashing around on the floor, hitting her head on a wall as she spasmed, but it felt distant somehow. She wanted to retreat into a nice warm box and lock the universe out. Wanted to float away.

"Nope." She heard him say. "You don't get to escape that way either."

There was a buzzing as the earlobe piercings came to life. Something changed behind her eyes, and she felt herself forced back into her body. Her stomach churned. The place she'd wanted to float off to was gone. She was naked in front of a massive man on a grimy floor again. Cool air caused goosebumps on her skin.

"Nooooo..." she moaned.

"You really want to go through this again?"

Riley bit her tongue. It was hard to remember just what she was fighting for. She knew her future held nothing but pain. Shuddering, she refused once again to speak.

Lightning ripped through her core. The heat so intense she couldn't even scream, just convulse helplessly, lewdly, in front of him.

"Okay, okay, please!" she cried out. "Thank you, thankyou, thankyou..."

Shuddering on the floor uncontrollably, she felt hot stabbing pains under her eyes. Then wet trickles down her cheeks. She'd thanked him. She had crossed the Rubicon.

"Zap them once, zap them twice, they just don't learn 'til you zap them thrice. Well," he said, "that's a little better. But you were supposed to thank me for being a good girl. You know when you were on your knees offering those sweet funbags to me. Get back in position and thank me properly."

She didn't hesitate. Her body moved on autopilot. She pushed herself back up to her knees and lifted her breasts in offering. Choking back more tears she looked up at him. He sat there on the edge of the bed. Massive. Controller in one hand. Grinning down at her. She was in tears, shaking in fear and pain, and he was smiling. Enjoying it. She hated him so singularly she could barely register how naked and small she was before him.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"What was that? I couldn't hear it."

Riley swallowed a breath then said louder, "Thank you."

"That's nice. But what are you thinking me for?"

She took several breaths, "Thank you for complimenting me."

"Good girl."

She kneeled, defeated, listening to her own ragged breaths.

"I said, good girl."

She looked at him incredulously.

"Yes. Every time I give you a compliment you will thank me for it."

Riley wanted to cry at the sickening injustice of her situation, but instead, she said, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Thank you for the compliment." She spat.

"Now was that so hard?" He laughed. The indignation she felt was monolithic.

"You know what though? That thank you is missing something." He said then snapped his fingers. "I know what it's missing... The proper respect you should be showing to your owner. Let's try, Thank you for the compliment, Sir."

Horrified, she couldn't believe she would have to do this. Thanking him was enough. Not enough. He wanted her to add his degrading behavior as part of an explanation. And now this, an honorific. She wanted to cry.

When his hand moved toward the controller she said, "Thank you for the compliment, Sir."

She felt sick to her stomach as he stood up, stepped to her, and patted her head.

Riley could only stare down at the floor. She was defeated. Fighting was no use. And if Zed wanted to pat her on the head like a puppy, she was powerless to do anything about it. The anger she'd felt so strongly just minutes ago was gone. She just felt empty and numb now.

"Who's a good girl?" Zed cooed.

She didn't want to say it, "Am I a good girl, Sir?"

Zed fell back onto the unmade bed, "You are a good girl."

"Thank you for the compliment, Sir."

"Would you like to suck my cock?"

She didn't want to answer. The thought of that monstrous prick in her mouth, tasting her own juices, made her want to wretch. But she dared not say no.

"Only what you want matters, Sir." She said as a compromise. While the words themselves were revolting, she was relieved not to have to say she wanted to blow him.

"Oh, you are such a clever girl," Zed said, very pleased with himself. "I don't think I want your filthy little cocksucker on me just yet. I think you need to get me more in the mood."

Distant stars, she thought, how low must he kick me? She'd surrendered, there was nothing left, surely, he would ease up just a little.

He continued, "How about you stroke yourself? Watching a hot little slag like yourself never fails to get me hard enough to fuck like an animal."

"Please..." she whimpered, "Isn't it enough? Do you have to crush me to nothing?"

Zed leapt up crossing to her in an instant. A huge hand grabbed a fistful of hair and wrenched her face upward. She could do nothing but look into the stormy eyes glaring down at her.