Degenerate Star Ch. 03 - Tension

The ransom video Riley opened showed her crew, being stripped violently of their clothing. The raiders descended on them like animals, ripping undergarments away, tossing her people to the deck or nearest galley table, and indulging in every perversion possible. All at once. The sounds alone made Riley nauseous, screaming, crying, pleading, mixed with laughter and demands of the raiders. The orgy of sex and violence was too much, and she closed the file immediately.

She decided to look through the manifest in a more orderly fashion, starting with the oldest records. There wasn't much: stolen cargo, things picked up from fleeing ships, small-time garbage, really.

A message sent to a buyer just yesterday explained that the raiders had captured six Federated Naval crewmembers, that they were subjected to initial implantation, and would be ready for sale and transfer as soon as possible.

The reply from the buyer was terse, "Send proof."

Videos were then sent back to the buyer. Riley opened the first and saw her crew, lined up, in uniform being asked for name, rank, and role. The crew uniformly looked nervous and frightened. With the exception of K'rra, the blue-skinned alien was stoic as always.

She skipped the next file having already seen a very small portion of it.

The next was of her. She was marched into the ship, Zed's massive hand on her elbow guiding her in. The captain's insignia on her epaulets is displayed for all to see. The broken front fasteners threaten to have her spill out with each step. She was watching an initial sale video, proof that the Federated crew had been captured.

With dread, she opened the next. Her mind went blank as the passenger took over. On screen she crawled naked to Zed, tits dangling, each pierced with small hoops. She had a desperate hungry look on her face that was in itself almost pornographic. She watched as her image attacked Zed. Her hands wrapped around him stroking eagerly, then she sucked him into her mouth. She couldn't stop the hand that slipped down to her sore pussy, her sticky mess of a cunt that was already getting damp again.

Her image showed exactly how beautiful she was. Exotic. Most humans in the galaxy had tan skin, black hair, and dark almond-shaped eyes. She was pale, with wide emerald eyes and light strawberry-colored hair. The worst part was when it showed her on knees thanking him for humiliating her. She was already becoming a good slave.

When she saw Zed groan as her lips met him, she had to stroke herself. He wasn't beautiful, wasn't elegant or refined as she usually liked her men. He was a huge monster, altered with more muscles added than a human should be able to carry. He was a monstrosity, a brute, a bare-chested barbarian. But there was something about him that made her hungry in ways she'd never been before. She couldn't help but wish she was the girl on screen attending to his every need. Then she realized it was her, she had been the one to do that. She stroked herself more to thoughts of it.

Riley had to shake herself to force the file closed. Her left hand a disaster of stickiness. And still, the afterimage of Zed forcing her face over himself haunted her. She tried wiping her hand on a calf and only succeeded in creating thick ropey strands across her body.

There was a final message and she opened it.

"Proceed with all haste. There are already buyers for the captain."

A thousand curse words flew through Riley's head. A straight shot through Federate Space to the Coalition would take at least two weeks. Zed wouldn't do that though. He'd skirt the border. The Federation was currently at war. Patrols would be heavy and ready for any incursion. Zed would need to avoid direct confrontation, and that meant going around most of Federation territory.

The downside of what she thought Zed would do meant outside rescue efforts were going to be slim. Most Federated ships were also away playing at war, further reducing the chances of rescue. If she didn't want to be sold like tasty meat, she had maybe three or four weeks, tops. The thought of being with Zed and his crew for four weeks horrified her. And it also made her squirm.

Forcing indecent thoughts out of her head she continued looking through the files. There were no logs whatsoever. Either Zed was incredibly lazy, or it was a precaution against self-incrimination if he and his raiders were captured.

The one thing she had been looking for most was absent. There were no files on the Training Implants or any mentions of Controllers she could find. She decided she would have to search the sick bay. There'd have to be a manual or a process document for the implantation procedure.

Peeking out of the fore-port, she saw the raiders hauling boxes of rations from her ship. She slipped quickly out of the bridge and down to the main deck. After a pause, she pressed the controls to the sick bay hatch and entered.

The sick bay was thankfully empty. Three medical gurneys lined one wall, an odd periscope-like device hung above the middle exam table. At the far end of the bay was a workstation and rows of metal drawers. She rushed to the workstation aware that Doc or anyone else might enter at any moment.

The terminal at the station would not respond to any of her commands. She tried the cabinets next to it, also locked. Of course, she herself would also lock everything. Riley imagined all the drugs would go missing otherwise. None of the cabinets would open even when she passed the ring over them.

The drawers had lights on them, red and green. As she suspected, the red ones were locked, while the green ones held little of value: tissues, bandages, and tongue depressors. She opened all that she could and found her uniform neatly folded in a large bottom drawer.

She desperately wanted to slip into her uniform but needed another shower first. Her newly found ring key was stuffed into a pocket and she tucked the folded uniform under one arm.

On her way, she detoured to look at the periscope device. At the bottom of it was a padded foam donut. The center had what looked like a gun barrel pointing through the hole to the gurney under it. During the implanting, this device had been pressed to her navel.

Poking at her belly button Riley couldn't find any recent wounds, nothing to indicate anything had entered her. She pressed her fingers into the area around her navel and felt something. It was hard to tell exactly what. Was it a coil of plastic, a loop of wire? She figured it had to be the control unit. Knowing they had altered her body without permission caused a simmering fury. What she would give to be the captain of a battle cruiser hunting these bastards down to the very edge of space.

A commotion outside in the passageway interrupted her inspection of the medical machinery. She darted to the hatch and listened. She could hear voices speaking but couldn't make the words out. When there was silence, she waited long moments before opening the hatch.

Peeking out into the corridor she saw nobody. The hatch to the galley was open down the passageway and she could hear voices inside. She slipped out of the sick bay and ducked around the corner to the stairwell climbing as fast as she could on bare feet. Stopping at the top she listened.

Certain no voices followed her, she padded down the passage to Zed's cabin. She slipped in as quickly as possible.

Zed sat on the bed watching the door.

He had a wand in his hand. Her heart skipped a beat.

"What you been doing?" Zed asked.

Riley froze in fear. The thought of the implants burning all her sensitive bits unnerved her. She finally snatched the uniform from under her arm and held it out. "I went and got my uniform."

He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Sir. I went and got my uniform, Sir."

"But what did I tell you?"

"Well," she stammered, "you told me to say in the room, but it sounded like a suggestion, not a direct order... Sir."

"Is that so?" he said. An awkward silence descended.

She felt like he could see right through her. She was certain he knew what she'd been up to.

"Yes, Sir." Riley finally whispered.

"And what did I say would happen?" he asked.

"You said that the crew wouldn't be able to resist, Sir."

"And what happened?"

"Two crew members weren't able to resist, Sir."

"Weren't able to resist what?"

She stared angrily at him. He knew what it meant. Sharp tickles started in her earlobes.

"Two of your crewmembers raped me in the galley."

"No, they didn't," he said, returning her stare, "You're a slave now. You can't be raped. Only used. Objects, things, toys, they get used."

Riley sputtered wanting to scream. As the words sank in, she hunched her shoulders, wanting to fold in on herself. She felt dirty and small, Zed seemed to have a knack for making her feel this way.

"So? What happened?" Zed said.

She hung her head. The carpet of fury she'd felt earlier was yanked out from under her. With a choke, she replied before the implants had any say, "Two crew members used me."

"And what did I say would happen?"

"That if I walked around naked I would be used," she whispered.

"And that's exactly what happened, didn't it?"

She closed her eyes and forced the word out, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

The passenger took over, "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Sir."

"You understand the consequences of what happens to you when I tell you something that I know to be true?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now I'm going to explain the consequences of disobeying," he said, slipping the wand into its sheath and patting his thigh. "Come here and lay across my lap."

The passenger walked robotically to Zed, dropped her uniform, then lay with her hips and belly across the giant man's thighs. Riley hated the way the passenger's ass was exposed, thrust up and out. She reached down with her hands bracing the deck while her head hung.

"I could let the implants punish you, but like all things, I prefer taking a more direct hand."

A thick calloused hand came to an ass cheek. It gripped her, squeezing as if checking for firmness. Heat radiated from it and Riley moaned. She wanted it to stroke her, caress her, but she knew that was not its purpose. She flinched when it did move, unexpectedly doing exactly what she'd hoped for.

As the hand caressed her, she could feel butterflies dancing in her tummy. She squirmed. Heat and fires flicked inside her. She needed them cooled and tried doing so by grinding her thighs together. It only made it worse as his hand continued tracing random patterns across her rear.

His fingers pressed against her thighs, and she spread them for him without a thought. Riley felt her face warm and couldn't tell if it was because her head was hanging, or the feel of Zed's large hands gliding along her spread thighs. He squeezed again and made her sigh in need.

The massive hand returned back to her cheeks. Firmly massaging her. Making her want more and more. And then it lifted away.

There was a cool tickle of cold air where his burning hand had been. She wished for warmth again.

And then there was a crash.

A loud meaty smack sound filled the cabin. A lance of hot pain shot through her thighs and belly. Riley cried out. All happening before she could even register that he'd struck her hard across the ass. The shock of it dazed Riley. Her parents had never done anything so barbaric.

As she struggled to come to terms with what had just happened, she felt the cool tickle of air again and then the sting as his hand crashed into her other cheek. She yelped this time and struggled to rise up.

Zed grabbed a fistful of hair and shoved her back down. His other hand rose again and struck her again. And again. And again.

She screamed, more in frustration than fear or panic. The sounds of Zed's hand smacking her ass like a child's flooded over her like a wave. The pain was sharp and stinging. It made her squirm desperately, trying to get away from it. Held in place by the leash of her hair, she could only thrash violently across his lap as he continued spanking her.

The blows rained down harder and faster, her flesh heating up with each strike. Her gasps echoed in the tiny space. Arching her back she tried covering herself with her hands. The position was awkward and caused aches in her back and arms. Zed held her hair. Without the support of her arms, she hung only by that. As she struggled to get hands behind her, she fought not only against Zed but her own balance.

Zed half turned on the bed shoving her face into the mattress. "Get those arms above your head."

The beating stopped for a moment as Zed breathed down at her. She could feel a glowing ache in her cheeks. A burning that seeped into her very core. The heat in her thighs and ass radiated to her whole body. She could feel tingles, for once not caused by the implants, all across her body. She wanted the pain to stop, but the wake it left made her yearn for more.

The passenger shoved her arms up onto the bed, and Riley was glad Zed gave her the needed support. His hand came down again.

Harder and faster this time the fleshy smacks sounded like a machine gun. The heated slapping on her ass burned fiercely. She struggled thrashing and clutching at the sheets. Her own voice filled the room, begging now, pleading for mercy.

The unrelenting heat between her thighs made something break. It was impossible to determine if the heat was more or less intense opening or closing her thighs. She danced on his lap lewdly. The pain became a cacophony of sensations, overwhelming her. Heat, pain, noise, ache, need, it swirled in her tummy. She felt a desperate need to be filled. To be made whole. The fires washed over her, and she ached to have Zed inside her.

It became difficult to separate the cascading pain from the desperate aching need. She screamed out at the top of her lungs. Suddenly it stopped.

She sobbed in the sheets and moved her thighs slowly, feeling the burning on her skin trickle down deep inside her. Her legs quivered uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry," the passenger begged pathetically. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"You're sorry for what?" Zed barked at her.

"I'm sorry for disobeying you," she cried. Rily tried reaching out to him. She got an arm around his waist and tried to pull herself off his lap and to him. Zed wasn't having it. His fist in her hair kept her chest firmly planted on the bed.

"You're sorry for disobeying and what?"

"I'm sorry for disobeying you, Sir."

Zed smacked her ass hard once again and she yelped.

"Am I going to have to paint that ass cherry red every time you forget to address me properly?"

"No, Sir. I'll remember, Sir." Riley sobbed. The pain overwhelmed any sense of indignation she had. She was still trying to understand how any grown man could treat another this way. Like a spoiled child. She'd been barking orders and accepting salutes just a few days ago. Now, she was reduced to a sobbing, helpless little girl.

His fingers touched her cheek. She gasped. Warm fiery fingers trailed back and forth across her thighs. She opened herself up wanting more. The burning seemed to calm where the fingers touched. Then they vanished.

"Keep your legs spread." He said.

The passenger did so. His fingers returned, cupping her. She moaned and could feel them slipping easily around on her wet pussy. Arching her back she wanted him in her. Instead, they vanished again.

And then she felt a blow on her. A slap so hard and loud between her legs that it made her whole body jerk. She felt the shockwaves rip through her, felt the piercing, and cried out. Riley never imagined that someone would want to slap her pussy. The blow to the piercing sent waves of shock through her entire body.

"I said keep them open," Zed barked at her as he smacked her a few more times between her thighs.

Fear made the passenger spread them open instantly even though she knew it gave him more access to strike her in such a sensitive spot. She listened to the smacks, loud, echoing in the cabin. It was like someone else was being struck. A sharp crack, her own sighs, her own cries, and a heat shooting down legs and up spine. But it was happening to the passenger as well. And her as well. And Riley as well.

Zed yelled while inspecting his hand, "What in the void?"

His hand was covered in caramel-colored goo. Thick ropy strands of it stretched across his fingers.

Riley's conservative upbringing had not prepared her to be in such a situation. A few days ago, she would never have imagined it. One man inspecting cum from between her legs that had been left there by another. It was so skanky, deviant, and perverse that she couldn't process it. Not even the passenger's brain could quite grasp the situation she was in.

She clenched, waiting for a new round of fury-driven spanking to occur.

Instead, Zed growled, "Get into the head and wash your nasty filthy used cunt. Use water, not just the sonics.:

Riley couldn't even look at him as she slumped away from his lap. She felt a hollowness inside her that made her want to start crying. As painful as the spanking had been, it had been mixed with an aching afterglow that made her feel good deep down. His rejection sent her scurrying in shame.

"Don't come back until your holes are completely squeaky clean. You understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she whimpered as she ducked into the head.

Riley turned the shower to maximum heat. She wanted to feel the water burn her as it cascaded down her body. It would never be hot enough to wash away all the perversions that she'd gone through. Never be hot enough to melt the skin away, sullied by disgusting hands, and mouths, and cocks.

Wiping the brackish alien spunk from her thighs she felt a sharp stab at the back of her throat. The tears came suddenly. She knew the galaxy wasn't fair, knew there was danger in taking a starship command, but she never imagined it being like this. Used casually, passed around, not even able to choose to wear clothing. Afraid that Zed might enter and see her like this Riley forced her face up into the spout to hide the streaming tears.

Choking back her tears, she made herself stop. At that moment, she vowed she would escape, rescue her crew, and become a hunter of the men who had done this to others. Fury coursed through her.

By the time the spout had stopped dripping, Riley had completely recomposed herself. She wasn't meat. She wasn't a slave, a toy, an object. She was going to walk through this fire, tempered and more dangerous than ever before. She was a Federation captain, and she would use her wits and wiles to turn this all around.

One long breath was all she allowed herself, then she stepped back out into Zed's cabin.

Zed sat on the bed in the same spot, looking over a data pad. He looked up at her and beckoned the captain over with a wave of his hand. When Riley was within arm's reach, he tossed the pad behind him into a pile of pillows.

"Inspect." He said.

She stared at him. Even sitting he was as tall as she was. She remembered the command from the men in the galley but played ignorance. The angry flurry of pins between her legs grew in intensity. She locked eyes with Zed waiting for him to explain the position to her. She wanted to make him do something, make him react to her for once.

A ghost of a smile whispered across his lips. The pins became stabs. Riley quivered, feeling the pain, letting it wash through her, grinding her teeth as it intensified.

With a yelp, she snapped into position, hands behind neck, feet spread. The pain faded and anger washed in to take its place. She forced herself to look at the floor when she wanted to glare at him, let him know that if it weren't for the physical pain she'd defy him to the bitter end.

Zed laughed, "Still got some fight left in you eh?"