Degenerate Star Ch. 02 - Chains

"Listen, princess. You are not a person anymore. You are a thing. Holes to be used. Holes to be sold. Holes to be bought. Be grateful I'm the one getting the first crack at you, easing you into this new life of yours."

"If I handed you over to the slavers there'd be no mercy. You'd be just another number. A commodity. I'm doing this out of passion. To them, it's nothing but business. And if the product is defective, if it fights back, or doesn't work properly, they have one solution for that. Space."

"So quit your fucking whining and embrace exactly what you are. Meat."

He let go of her hair as tears rolled down cheeks. Sitting heavily on the bed, he hunched over, leaning in to her. "I told you to touch yourself."

"Yes, Sir." She choked out. Her right hand slipped over a knee and found herself. She hated that her thighs were damp. Her own excitement forced out of her. She hadn't wanted that, but the implants were, if nothing else, very effective. She traced her delicate fingers up the moist slit stopping to touch the piercing. It tingled sending pleasure waves through her. She gasped but it was stilted.

"A word of advice," he said, "Imagine it's not you. Picture a clone of yourself in your mind. You're just watching a dirty porno. It's not you. You didn't want this. Touching yourself, getting fucked, orgasming, you didn't ask for any of it. Let your clone take it and sit back and watch."

For once he said something that made sense to her. She might not be able to go catatonic, but if she could disassociate, maybe that would make things easier. Forcing herself to relax she closed her eyes and imagined a duplicate of herself, naked, on her knees, with a hand buried between her thighs, stoking the fires that burned so fiercely inside. Her clone was beautiful. Athletic, firm, pretty, a creature many men had pursued.

Zed was no different. He wanted her, he just happened to have the power to take her. His desire made the waves of pleasure all that much more intense. As she watched her clone stroking herself in front of him.

The more she imagined a clone self, the easier it became to touch herself, to let her fingers glide along inner lips, to toy with her opening. She could hear herself moaning, starting to get into it. The clone was enjoying herself. Riley couldn't tell, nor did she really care if it was the disassociation or the implants. At this point, it didn't matter. Her clone started rolling her hips. She reached up and squeezed a breast, sighing as she felt the piercing in her nipple tingle on her fingertips.

This was so much easier than fighting it. She could relax while her clone did all the work. She could feel the climax her clone was working so hard at, coming quickly. Her clone slid two fingers inside herself. They went in easily. Riley gasped as her clone reached up and tickled that soft spongy spot. The wicked little clone began thrusting her hips, rocking on her hand. So close, Riley thought, the clone knew exactly how to get there. So much more efficient than any man had ever been.

Riley could hear her clone and herself gasping, sighing, struggling to breathe. The clone's body was tensing up rhythmically, and she mirrored it. Her double-cloned other self made a low, pained sound. Everything in the duplicate doppelganger herself self seized up. The clone arched her back and Riley leaned back with her. A taut wire inside, like the cord of an electric guitar, was stretched to its limit.

Then the cord was plucked. Her clone cried out. Riley joined in echoing her. Together, they rode the lighting that was her own own own clone's hand. There was a flood of heat. Riley yelled in ecstasy, and her clone gushed, squirting fluid into Riley's palm. They yelled in unison, "Fuck!"

Riley watched as her clone doubled over, Riley's head was pressed to the floor. Her eyes were still wrenched shut and she could hear Zed laughing from far off.

"Fucking void. Now that was a show captain."

She was confused. It hadn't been her. It had been the other one. The double. The clone. Not wanting more punishment she let the comments pass. Better not to fight it and end up back in her own head. This was better. She could just be a passenger. There was something oddly calming about that thought.

I am the passenger Riley told herself.

Zed considered the broken captain for a moment.

"We should do some training, but it was a long day of chasing and fucking that tight little cunt of yours. How about we just wind down with your lips wrapped around my cock?"

Riley heard the words. They weren't for her. They were for the passenger. She knew what would happen if she didn't comply and her body moved on it own accord. The passenger leaned forward and crawled to the bed. To where Zed looked down at her.

"Good girl," he said.

"Thank you for the compliment, Sir." She said on reflex.

He stood up in front of her. She watched him stand, when he was done his crotch was right in her face. Covered by his breaches she could see the shape and girth of him through the fabric. She reached up to the fastener and unclipped it. The breaches parted giving her a view of thick dark pubes.

Still hidden was his cock, the cock that had violated her hours earlier. He had not showered, had not cleaned himself other than wiping it quickly on her uniform. She couldn't remember the last place she'd been clothed. The whole day had been a whirlwind of abuse and humiliations.

Thick hands reached down and took hers. They guided her to his hips.

"Go on, don't be shy now."

Her fingers hooked in his waistband, and she tugged his pants down. Slowly his monstrous cock came into view. Not even erect yet, it was huge. Bigger than any of the boys she'd been with in school and Academy. She continued pulling his clothes down and he stepped out of them.

He sat down heavily on the bed and waited.

Riley blinked staring at the sea serpent between his legs. She'd been with only a handful of men. Most of them experimental couplings in Academy. Only one had been non-human. While Zed was human, his augmentations made him more alien than any of the men Riley had been with.

"I've only done this a few times," she said.

"And?" Zed said.

"I didn't really know what I was doing." She explained. It was a humiliating admission. Silly. He was just going to rut in her, whether she knew what she was doing seemed like a stupid notion to her.

"Alright, first get closer." He grabbed her head and pulled her in between his legs so that her face was centimeters from his cock.

Staring right at the hunk of meat she could see thick veins and knobby nubs all along the shaft. He'd proven earlier that among his augmentation his cock was equally altered. She knew it could vibrate, and she guessed the nubs also did things. Thats what had made her body betray her. Things that could force a girl to cry out in ecstasy. She hated looking at it, seeing it. It was nothing more than a barbaric instrument of torture.

"That's it, take a good look at your new friend. You are going to be very well acquainted by the time we get you to The Pit."

Riley had heard of The Pit only by rumor. A place in Collective Space where slaves were bought and sold like cattle. A place she'd thought was a boogeyman to scare Federated Captains into fighting to the last energy cell. Hearing it spoken aloud, and as their intended course filled her with dread.

"Now take it in your hands."

The passenger reached out and took his cock in hesitant fingers. She was surprised at how heavy it was. Thick, meaty, and burning hot to the touch. Just taking it in her hands made a wave of pleasure burst in her belly. It's not me, she thought, it's the implants. But as she handled it, the pleasure grew making her squirm.

"Now, lift it up. Get a good look at it from every angle. This is you new best friend. You are going to be spending a lot of time with it. You're going to need to know it on sight from all the others."

Without thinking about the implications in his words, she did exactly as she was told. Hefting the girthy beast to look at it from every angle. She watched as a thick glob of pre-cum oozed from the tip. She was as revolted by that fluid as when others has shot their sticky spunk on her face in the past.

As the heat built in her crotch she moved one hand down to touch herself. A sharp zap made her cry out.

"Nope. Focus on my needs. That's all you are here for." Zed said.

He hadn't even touched the control wand. The implants worked on some sort of programming. Zed could alter it with the wand, but there was something else guiding it when he wasn't. She wondered if the wand was monitoring him as well as herself. Punishing her for trying to help herself before taking care of his pleasure.

"Lean in and give it a kiss. Suck that drop of cum off."

As she leaned forward the first thing she noticed was the smell. Her smell. She knew it from masturbation, she'd smelt herself plenty of times. She'd never tasted herself, that was gross. Now she supposed she would have to.

Pushing her tongue out she touched it to the tip of his cock. Where the glob of pre-cum waited for her. It was so salty she wanted to jerk back and spit. She knew she'd be zapped for that and so forced herself to remain in place. Pursing her lips she kissed him.

There was a tingling on her tongue and lips. The taste was wretched, but the tingling was a surprise. She rubbed her tongue across her lips trying to brush the sensation away. The underside of her tongue accidentally wiped across his tip. The tingling didn't go away, instead it spread to the underside of her tongue, and she felt something similar begin down below. The only way she could describe the feeling in her cunt was tingling, just like in her mouth.

It took serious willpower and clenching of teeth not to reach down and touch herself.

"That's a good start." Zed said, "You're practically a pro cocksucker already."

She hated the words. The passenger pushed her forward. She felt her lips wrap around his massive head. As she sucked it in, she was dumbfounded at how it filled her mouth completely. There was no way she was getting much more than this in her. Along with the overpowering salty taste there was something else, a sweetness. She wondered if that was residue of herself left on him.

The tingling spread, cheeks, roof of mouth, all over her mouth and lips. The parts of her tongue that didn't share the sensation felt cold and lonely. She started swirling her tongue around his cockhead, trying to smear the feelings across every centimeter of herself.

She tasted more of the overpowering saltiness. She sucked greedily for it. Swallowing she felt the sparkles travel down her throat. There was no way a drop could make it across her tongue without being absorbed, her own saliva now was causing this effect.

The new sensations warmed her all the way to her belly. Past it, and down into her crotch. She squirmed, feeling how slick she was down below. She was hungry, wanted something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She needed more of all these feelings. She sucked at his head with more gusto.

Not enough. She needed more. Sucking greedily on him she decided that his cum was the source. She needed to get it out of him. Wrapping her fingers tightly around his cock she began trying to milk him.

"That's it." He laughed.

Hard nubs were buried under the skin of his prick. She could feel them rolling around on her palm, under fingers. As she squeezed him she could feel his cock getting slippery. She hadn't drooled on him yet. She released him with one hand and sent fingertips exploring. When she pressed on a nub she could see traces of fluid ooze out onto his skin. The more she rubbed the slicker he got.

"Look at me Captain."

Stars no, she thought. The passenger looked up at him. He was grinning down at her. His victory more than complete as she had been reduced to eagerly sucking him in just moments. She was so revolted at herself, the situation, the monster gloating over that she wanted to stop, to flee, to tear his prick off.

But. But. But, the tingles felt so good. She watched as the passenger continued milking him. She stroked him squeezing as hard as she could. The slippery little nubs and veins in his skin glistening in her hand's wake.

She looked up into his pale blue eyes. His eyes said everything she already knew. She was a plaything. His plaything. There was nothing she could do to stop him from using her. And making her enjoy it. The captain screamed silently in indignation, as the passenger continued sucking hungrily.

With a smile he said a single word, "Deeper."

Closing her eyes the captain felt the passenger shove herself on Zed. She impaled her throat on his giant cock. Felt it struggling to get into her throat.

She choked and gagged and there was an explosion in her cunt. Each time she forced him to make her gag reflex kick in she felt a shock of pleasure in her crotch. Every wretch made her want to climax. She struggled to keep from throwing up on him as her body began spasming and tensing. Drool freely ran from her mouth coating her hands and his cock.

Driven for more she thrust her head down on him rapidly. Whatever drug his cum was, she needed it desperately. Zed groaned over her. One of his hands found the back of her head and shoved her down. It made her whole body radiate heat. She needed his cum.

When he howled, she felt his cock pulse and knew what was about to happen. She sealed her lips around him not wanting to spill a drop. And then there was a geyser, he exploded inside her. She choked, and felt her cunt twitch. She continued sucking as she gagged around him, snorting and coughing. Her nasal cavity flooded and a thick strand of jizz shot from her nose down to her hands.

Immediately her hands tingled, nearly lost in the cacophony of sensations flooding her whole body. As the captain floated the passenger pressed on desperate and close to her own climax.

"Fuck!" Zed howled, "Cum for me you filthy cocksucker. Cum on that cock."

And she did. She screamed around his massive cock. Shoved it down her throat to cut off the strangled noises coming from her. One of her hands left his prick and found her sopping cunt. When she touched herself, she exploded squirting over her hands and across the floor. She could feel the spatters of backblast on her own knees and thighs. She'd never had this happen before and felt absolutely filthy covered in her own juices.

Zed sat passively riding out his own climax as the passenger fucked him with her face. An eager wanton little slut she slurped him until his massive hands grabbed her by the head and forced her off.

The captain collapsed to the floor in her own puddle, both hands working her cunt, one frigging her clit madly while the other reached in with fingers fucking herself as hard as possible. A second climax ripped through her and she screamed out. Oblivion took her, darkness, warmth, and quakes.

When the shaking subsided she could feel thick smears of cum on her face, her battered cunt was sore from her own abuse, and she lay in and was covered in her own fluids. Riley couldn't imagine a lower point in her entire life.

Opening her eyes she saw Zed was looking down at her. She wanted to melt through the floor, to simply stop existence right there.

He patted the bed, "Come on. I need some shut eye. Its going to be a busy day for both of us come next shift."

Riley pushed herself up to her knees, "Don't you want me to shower some of this off?"

Zed laughed, "Fuck no, you look pretty covered in my jizz."

Appalled by the words, and the thought of sleeping this way, she couldn't help but feel a tickle of something in her when he said she was pretty.

Zed scooted onto the bed and lay back. Riley followed him up to the headboard. She was keenly aware of the sticky messes all over her body. Gingerly she tried to pick her way to him carefully wanting to avoid staining the sheets. Zed grabbed her and hauled her next to him. He shoved her cum smeared face to his bare chest and wrapped a muscled arm around her.

Feeling sticky and gross Riley could do nothing but place her hand on his muscled abdomen. Still coming down from her euphory she enjoyed the warm afterglow of her body's exertion. One knee slipped over his thigh, and she had a compulsion to grind herself against him. She forced herself to lie still and rode the warmth into sleep.

He felt good. So good lying next to her.

Riley looked up at Alex and felt a tightness in her chest. She didn't think it was love, but certainly a deep affection. He was her first serious romance, and she didn't want to overreact like some school kid. Was marriage in the cards? She felt conflicted, she wanted a starship command, and so did he. Their ambitions would make any long-term relationship difficult at best.

He did look good in uniform. Damn good.

When he held out his arm she took it, surprised that she was now wearing a veil.

They turned together as a couple, and she saw twenty sets of sabers raised forming a passageway of sorts.

Oh? She was getting married? Alex pulled her along by the arm and she skipped along happily with him.

As she passed under the hall of touching blades, she looked to see which of their Academy friends were doing the honors. She couldn't quite make out any of the faces. Alarmed, she turned back to Alex to ask what was happening. But it was Zed now who had his arm locked around her hand. She was still skipping along with him, and the tightness in her chest remained.

She looked back at the sword bearers and saw a motley collection of scum. Pirates and raiders of every sort of being, all in a mishmash of armor and stolen gear. All of them leering at her as she discovered she was wearing nothing but the veil.

Riley blinked and woke up. Her head was nestled in Zed's armpit. She looked across a wide expanse of chest to see her hand curling short dark hairs. Her leg was still kicked up over his, and she felt herself clenching against him. Moistly.

Stars no, she thought. She forced her hand to stop playing with his hairs. He lay perfectly still, exactly as he had when he announced sleep last evening.

As she considered how to untangle herself from him, she had to admit, it felt really good lying next to him. There was a fullness in her chest she hadn't felt in a long time. She wanted to close her eyes and enjoy it, but she knew it was just the implants playing tricks with her.

Riley tried to roll away. Zed's arm instantly tightened around her. He squeezed her back into place and there was little she could do to resist the massive arm.

She lay there another hour, feeling his chest rise and fall, feeling the warmth of him seep into her, trying not to think about how he'd taken her twice the previous day. Also trying not to think about how her body had betrayed her. How good the things he did to her made her feel. She had to get the implants out.

Finaly his eyes fluttered open. He lifted his head, surveyed the room, looked at his captive, and sunk back down.

"How'd you sleep?" he asked.

She thought for a moment, conflicted. As she was trying to find a diplomatic answer, she felt pointy lit bits sparking on her insides.

He barked, "I asked you a question."

The passenger took over, "I slept better than I thought I would."

"Good? Bad? What does that mean?"

She wanted to temper her answer, wanted to find a way to lead him to her thinking, but the implants gave her no time. Instead, the passenger answered honestly, "Physically it felt good. I slept well. But you made me feel that way against my wishes. And so, I'm conflicted. I feel split in two."

To her horror Zed laughed. "If you stop thinking Captain, and just relaxed into it, you'd find things a lot easier."