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?”

“No, Sir.” The passenger replied. Riley rode in the backseat, listening to the automaton in her body drive.

He reached out a hand and grabbed her by the pussy. Thick fingers squeezed her lips, crushing them painfully and then forcing their way into her. It fucking hurt. But it was topical, just flesh on flesh. Not a burning electric fire in her insides, biting at her clit.

“You sure there’s no fight in there?” he smirked.

“No, Sir. I’m just a slave.”

“Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.” The passenger said as a wave of intense pleasure shot through her belly. She let herself moan loudly.

It had the desired effect. Zed laughed, “That's better. I should punish you for allowing yourself to be used by the crew… but you couldn’t help it, could you?”

She wanted to bite her lip, scream, scratch his eyes out. “No, Sir. I’m just a slave.”

“That’s right. You can’t help it. You’re made for use. I saw the video. You got used, used hard. I saw Rohm and Jadaciux showed you Inspect. Why would you pretend to not know it.”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“Lying cunt. Try again.”

Riley ground her teeth as the passenger answered, “I was a starship captain. I graduated top of the Federated Systems Academy. It was pride, Sir.”

“And one little spanking broke that pride huh?”

“Rohm and Jadaciux broke my pride, Sir.”

“That’s good. It gets a lot easier once you let go. Remember that the next time you are told to do something and feel a sting. That’s pride fucking with you. With your implants, pride will only lead to pain. A lot of fucking pain.”

She stared at the floor refusing to say anything. Zed stood and walked slowly around her.

“Bend.”

The passenger bent at the waist, showing everything to Zed behind her.

“Not bad. When you are given this command you should reach back and hold yourself open. Anyone telling you to bend wants to see the goods. Or is about to use the goods.”

She reached back and pulled her cheeks apart.

“Good girl.” He said as one hand reached down and cupped her. Thick fingers traced her slit.

Riley moaned and rotated her hips.

“The next pose is Submit, go to your knees, keep them open. Hands behind your neck. Keep your tits out.”

She complied as he walked back around to her front. He tapped a boot against the inside of her knee. “Wider.”

The passenger exposed herself even more. Zed dropped, sitting on the bed. Sneaking a glance up at him Riley wasn’t surprised to see that his gaze fell well below her neck. She felt a flush of heat as she blushed. Not only was her chest lewdly shoved out for him, she knew he could see every fold of her pussy. That he was looking at her there, something she had never done with ex-boyfriends, made her want to squirm and clench herself.

“The next position is Ready,” he explained. “It's the same pose, but with your forehead touching the ground.”

The passenger wanted to move into it as quickly as possible, but Riley resisted. Instead, she kept her fingers laced together behind her neck and bent forward, slowly, lowering herself to the deck. She could feel the burn in her abdomen but wanted Zed to see just how fit she was.

He watched her practically licking his lips. She wondered what it would be like to simply have sex with others without an emotional bond. The notion of it seemed very unappealing and clinical. She added the qualifier ‘willing’ to the thought. After all, she’d fucked Zed without any emotional attachment, but it hadn’t been her choice at all. The act itself seemed so mechanical when devoid of feelings.

He stood up and walked around her. When he was behind her, he stooped down, one of his hands coming to her back. He traced her spine down to the small of her back.

“Forgot to mention, ass up in this pose. When you hear someone call this position it pretty much means they are about to fuck you.”

The passenger pushed her ass up into the air. This was even worse than the Submit pose. Kneeling only gave a hint of a view, a promise of more to come. This one showed off everything. His hand slid down her back further, and she felt a beefy finger touch her puckered hole. She whimpered.

“Gonna be tough focusing on training with you. Every noise you make just begs to stuff your holes with cock.”

She moaned, “Thank you for the compliment, Sir.”

“You want me to fuck you slave?”

The passenger wanted to beg for it, Riley stopped her, “I want what you want, Sir.”

Zed hmphed, “What do you think I want?”

“What I think or want doesn’t matter. I’m just a slave here for you, Sir.”

“Clever girl,” Zed said. “I think you’re playing games, but it doesn’t matter. The implants will ensure that what you are playing at now will become second nature to you in time. Let me show you.”

His hand slid down to her slit and traced along the lips. When he became sufficiently lubricated the finger toying at her opening dipped inside. Just a little, just the tip. Riley groaned as the flood of heat in her ached for more.

“Repeat what you just said.”

“What I think doesn’t matter. I’m just a slave.” She said as his finger went back to tracing her.

“You are not allowed to climax anymore.”

Riley wanted to laugh. She never wanted that during any of this ordeal. She was already winning this battle of wills. “Yes, Sir.”

Zed chuckled and drew out his wand. She flinched, expecting him to cause a wave of pain. Instead, his thumb danced across its surface. He then slipped the wand away. Riley relaxed, uncertain of what he’d done. Nothing good, she was certain.

“If you want to cum. You are going to have to beg for it.”

Riley wanted to look back at him but didn’t dare. Ask for it? Was he insane? “Yes, Sir.”

“And the way you are going to beg is by repeating what you just said.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“What I think doesn’t matter. I’m just a slave.”

She felt his fat finger trace her opening and allowed a shuddering sigh to pass her lips. Encouraged, he continued stroking her. She could feel his finger slipping around her with more ease every moment and knew the implants were making her drip with need. She moaned.

He pushed a digit inside her. It felt so good she wanted to just melt. And when he curled it inside her and began toying with her, she couldn’t help but reward him with a series of needy sighs. The passenger clenched around him, trying to draw more of him in.

Zed responded by slipping another one in. It felt perfect. Zed was a big man, with big fingers, and she loved how two of them felt in her. She let the passenger ride. Her hips dipped trying to push him further inside her.

“That’s it, you filthy little whore. I knew the moment I saw you that you were made for fucking. That you wanted to be nothing more than a cocksleave. That you would fucking love being trained.”

Riley ground her teeth while the passenger let the words shame and heat her up. She didn’t want this. Zed was forcing her. Whether she enjoyed it or not was inconsequential. She wasn’t really a whore. She was made one by Zed’s words.

As she pushed herself against him, she could feel the fires building up in her belly. Her legs felt wound tight. She kept pushing hoping to shatter the tightness and find release. The more she pushed, the more Zed pushed back against her, fucking her as she moaned on all fours.

“Oh stars…” she whimpered. She could feel a rushing sensation coming like a freighter ship right at her. She bucked her hips trying to find that perfect spot that would grant release. Yet it was always just agonizingly out of reach. She slammed back harder, heard herself cry louder, and wanted release more with every stroke.

“Keep fucking me you little whore. I know you want to get off. Don’t you?”

“Yes.” The passenger begged desperately.

“And what did I tell you?”

“I… I don’t know…” she cried in frustration. Why the fuck was he talking to her? She was so close, she just needed… something… something to push her over the edge.

“I told you that you couldn’t cum. Not unless you begged.”

“Please,” she moaned. She snarled, her voice getting demanding, “Please… please… fucking please let me cum.”

“Not until you beg.”

“I am begging. Please, Sir. Please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

“I told you what you need to say.”

“I… please… I can’t… I don’t know, please.” The passenger pleading wanting nothing more in the universe than to climax on his hand. Riley watched both aroused and horrified. She’d never degraded herself like this before. It was unimaginable, and yet… here she was, watching herself beg to be fucked.

“What are you? And does it matter?”

“My needs don’t matter, Sir. This is all for you. I’m just a slave, Sir.” She squealed out desperately, trying to find the magic words that would end the torment.

“Louder.” He said as he began driving his hand against her.

She moaned long before finally whimpering, “My thoughts don’t matter. I'm just a fucking slave, Sir.”

When he forced a third finger in her, Riley grunted and cried out hungrily. “I’m just a fucking whore of a cocksleave slave sir. This is all I was made for. Nothing else matters.”

“Cum for me.” He whispered.

Every muscle in Riley’s body seized up. She couldn’t make a sound to breathe. Even eyesight seemed to fade. She was rigid, clutching at Zed’s hand as he continued to penetrate her brutally.

Riley screamed. Then her entire body thrashed. The most powerful climax she’d ever had destroyed her. There was nothing left but a burning white-hot heat and light that devoured everything. Timeless and soundless she felt herself being ripped apart in the void.

Then it all came crashing down around her. She could hear herself screaming, crying out. Could feel herself shoving back against him so hard that every thrust ended with a painful stab to her cervix. Felt his fingers, those thick sausage fingers thumping as they bottomed out inside. Her legs quaked and quivered. She wanted to collapse sideways to the deck, but Zed held her up by the cunt, still grinding his hand in her.

When her eternity of white-hot lightning ended, she felt herself falling back to the floor. She could feel everything twitching, clenching, hungrily trying to get more of Zed inside her. Floating on syrupy waves. She heard herself, down between her legs, making the most obscene sloppy noises. Her nipples ached furiously, and she moved her hands to grab, pinching them hard. The flares of fire soothed her core.

She floated back into the universe finding her head in Zed’s lap. Her body still racked by an unending series of afterquakes. She clutched at his thigh, a life-preserver in her sea of chaos. She couldn’t bear to look up at him. What a disgusting mess she must be. She was embarrassed he saw her like this. She was embarrassed to have a man who could order her to bend over and look inside her at the least flattering angles, but this was too much.

When thick fingers combed her hair she forced an eye open. Zed leered down at her. Then he said the most cruel words she’d ever loved and hated at once.

“You are so beautiful. Just perfect the way you are…”

First Part:

Degenerate Star Part 1