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As Riley sucked the technicianâs balls into her mouth she was disgusted and annoyed. He lifted one leg, but her access to him was awkward, leaning on one arm under his legs while Terellia knelt in front of him sucking. Terelliaâs lips occasionally brushed Rileyâs as the two worked in unison servicing the technician.
Her irritation came from the fact that she was serving someone other than Zed. If he had asked her to do this to him, she knew she would have complied immediately. Maybe not happily. At first.
Thoughts of Zed seemed to haunt her constantly now. It was at his command, at his demand, that every pleasure, every tickle of warmth, every orgasm occurred. Just thinking of him made her squeeze her thighs together. Wanting to please him had become a second nature to her in no time.
His consideration of her, however, showed in how casually heâd offered her to service a stranger. If he had any regard for her, he would keep her for himself, and yet, time and again, she found herself being offered to others.
The revulsion came when she thought about the act she was currently performing. Sheâd never had a man put his balls in her mouth. Sheâd tried oral sex and didnât care for it. It was degrading to be used without a partner reciprocating. Other officers at the Academy had talked about how empowering it was to have such total control over a man. Sheâd never felt that way. As she worked the techâs balls with her tongue, she felt the same way she had when experimenting with the act in Academy, used. And he was just using her.
Yet, Zed was the one using her. She may have anotherâs intimate bits on her lips, but Zed was the one who bade her to do so. The balls in her face were only there because Zed wanted it. She was showing Zed service, even through servicing another.
The conflicting thoughts made her anxious. And she was discovering that sometimes the best cure for anxiety was to lose oneself to their senses. She thought of Zed and her service came easier. Imagining that it was Zedâs cock she was servicing made the fingers stroking herself even wetter.
When Zed spoke, she felt a thrill shoot through her body. âYou should grab her tentacles, Kylâ
âWhat?â The tech asked trying to concentrate on the two women servicing him.
âSqueeze her hair. Wotinâs love it.â
Riley knew that wasnât the case. As Wotin had evolved from pseudo-amphibious creatures, they developed tentacula[ ]()on their heads that encouraged estrous. In females, this created a compliant, ready state for intercourse. In males, it led to fast and prolonged ejaculation. On their watery homeworld, primitive Wotin would struggle during copulation, fighting for control of the others' tentacula, thus ensuring successful breeding.
The side effect was dangerous dehydration for both. Zed had only been partially wrong, saying they needed brine. They actually consumed any liquids that would replenish body fluids, including brine.
Modern Wotin still used the tent tentacula when mating, but soft stroking was the norm as it enhanced the pleasures of both sexes. Aggressive squeezing was considered assault and highly taboo as it could easily lead to unconsensual or very dubious coupling.
When the tech didnât respond, too lost in the pleasure of two women serving him, Zed barked. âCapsy, give Redsyâs tentacles a squeeze.â
She hated herself for doing it, but she reached up. Her hand found a shoulder, slipped up the back of her neck, and found Terelliaâs tentacula. She stroked her hand in them, hoping to ease into a warning for the Wotin. As she stroked Terellia moaned louder and began writhing her body. The Wotin continued sucking, her crimson skin in stark contrast to the pale white of the techs. Dark scarlet lips worked around the throbbing pink of his shaft.
âCome on, give her a squeeze Capsy.â Zed demanded.
Unable to give her crewmate any more warning, Riley squeezed a handful of the tentacula. Terellia went rigid and began bucking. She moaned loudly around the techâs cock, as if begging for more. Terellia kept her lips locked around the tech as her whole body convulsed. Riley cast a side glance to see more than just a hairy pair over her and saw Terellia frigging her hand furiously. Fluids gushed out of the crimson pussy, juices literally flowing and pooling beneath the alien woman.
No wonder they need hydration, Riley thought. Terellia humped back and forth as if fucking a phantom cock while she continued sucking.
âSingularity!â The tech hissed, âSheâs going to suck the skin off me.â
âYeah,â Zed said still watching, âthey do that.â
Riley felt the man standing over her tense up and fall back against the work console.
As Terellia worked him at a feverish pace the Tech cried out, âFuck!â His whole body seized and then he relaxed into the console. Terellia continued sucking at him until the tech shoved her away. Riley took this as her cue to stop.
âWorth it?â Zed asked.
âVoid yes.â The tech replied.
âGood girls,â Zed said. Riley felt a lightness in her chest. She wanted to soar. âNow about those repairs. Can we get this done quickly?â
âSure⌠I get it. No fuel line work.â
âExactly. Iâm going to leave you to it. If you need anything let my associate Rohm know.â
The tech looked over to the open hyperdrive, âOkay, I guess Iâll get to work⌠You mentioned that she needed brine twice?â
âYup. After the drive is serviced, Iâll make sure you are as well.â
âAll right.â The tech pulled his pants up and shuffled to the drive.
âLadies, letâs go. You can clean the mess you made up later.â Zed said as he left the engineering bay. Both Riley and Terellia exchanged looks, Terellia looking piqued. Riley couldnât say anything encouraging, so she threw an arm around the red-skinned womanâs shoulder.
Zed led the two back to the utility room. âAlright, Red. Back in you go. Captain, come with me.â
As Riley followed Zed back up to the command deck a sense of dread overcame her. She had come so close to alerting someone that her crew was being abducted. So close, and it fell apart because men wanted sex without strings, without connection, without the messy relations that came with it. Zed had capitalized on that, he knew men.
She wondered how severe the punishment would be. If he would use duress to get the full truth out of her. It was depressing that her work detail may come to an end in the first hours sheâd managed to pull it together. Going back to isolation and no agency would seriously hamper any further escape efforts.
As expected, Zed escorted her to his cabin. Once they entered, he demanded, âKneel.â
Riley dropped to her knees and placed her hands behind her neck facing the bed.
âTits out.â Zed said as he sat on the bed. The bed heâd used her in multiple times. The bed heâd shared her with Vgg-r.
She thrust her chest forward with some exaggeration. He means to use humiliation before a proper interrogation, she thought. The problem was that Riley was no longer feeling self-conscience around him. Even when demanded to do degrading things.
âSo, what happened down there?â
Obfuscate, she told herself silently. âI donât know. I had a strangerâs balls in my mouth, Sir.â
âCute. Before that. In the utility room.â
âWe had plans to begin cleaning the ship but were locked in the room. I set my crew to organizing and cataloging.â
Zed cocked his head, âAnd the messages in Morse?â
Riley tried to maintain a straight face, but she was actually shocked Zed even knew what that ancient code was. At Academy, it had been a historical curiosity. She and her bunkmate had used it with neck scratching to send short messages to each other at parties. There were too many modern emergency devices that worked in binary at the speed of light to make such a slow, audible code even remotely necessary.
âSir?â she said trying to think of cover stories.
Zed sighed, âLook, captain. I know youâre a clever girl. You knew we were headed for repairs. Knew weâd dock at a station. You put all that together and acted. You figured this was your one chance to get a message out.
Let me tell you something. Most girls are pretty basic. You tell them they are pretty, let them indulge in a little gossip, and they take to slavery with a quickness. Void, most of my crew wouldnât have put together all those little tidbits, let alone acted on it.â
Rileyâs anxiety went through the roof. He knew sheâd tried to escape, the punishment for that would be brutal. Still, he thought she was clever⌠that was almost better than pretty.
âWell?â Zed asked.
Escape and evasion courses, offer nothing, admit nothing. âSir?â
Zed laughed, âMost slaves would be blubbering their hearts out right now. Not you captain. You are a cunning little cunt. You ever do time? No, wouldnât suit you.â
âYou were in prison?â
âYup. Me and Vgg-r. How do you think I knew Morse?â he said with a stretch, âWe used to pass messages between the cells that way. I have no idea what SOS means, or TTT, but can guess theyâre emergency codes. What else did you bang out before Rohm got word to me?â
Riley wondered just how much heâd heard. Lying and saying that there was nothing else would tell Zed she was still working on an escape if heâd heard more. Admitting the truth might disarm him but would confirm sheâd been actively working to communicate with others. Legitimately afraid of receiving a more severe punishment for admitting her activities, she decided to continue giving as little information as possible: âThat was pretty much it.â
âCCC?â
âItâs the same as Tango-Tango-Tango.â Void! Heâd heard everything.
Zed nodded, âOk from now on when there are prying eyes, or ears, you stick by my side. Once we are out in space you can roam the ship again and work on your little detail.â
âThank you, Sir.â Riley was surprised the words just poured out of her mouth without thought. She was also relieved that her actions hadnât put the work detail in jeopardy.
âSo⌠What do you suppose is suitable punishment for being such a sneaky little bitch?â
âSir?â
âYou tried to escape. Worse still you tried to alert a Federation tech that you needed help. If you escaped, it would have put me and my crew in a bad spot, ending in death or prison. Thereâs no way I can let that pass, now can I?â
âNo, Sir.â
âSo? What would the punishment be on your ship?â
Riley thought for a moment. It was an easy answer, âConfinement until we could deliver them to proper authorities.â
âHmm, well that wonât do.â Zed said, thinking through the situation, âI need your crew to see you being punished so they donât pull the same stunts.â
âI thought you said you would do the same in my circumstances.â
âOh, I would. Iâd also understand that getting caught fucking around would have consequences. One of the complaints Iâve heard is that your crew thinks you are getting it easy. They have had to appease a dozen, you just one.â
Her crew complained? That stung. Riley had done everything possible to be as egalitarian a commander and citizen as possible. Sheâd had more than just Zed, but she understood the complaint. She recalled the scene the first day in the galley and was all too happy to have avoided that treatment. She felt bad for her crew but was still glad not to have been at the mercy of a dozen at once.
âMy crew complained?â Just saying it made the stabbing pain in the back of her throat more pronounced.
âOne captain to another,â Zed smirked, âCrews are like pre-teen grade schoolers. Constantly complaining, constantly getting into squabbles with each other, and no matter what leadership does, never ever grateful.â
As a federated officer, she cringed at everything heâd just said. Sheâd seen him in action bullying his crew, treating them as subjects rather than equals. Yet, she had the same issues with her crew, who were treated as equals, were listened to, were made to feel valuable at every moment.
Sheâd screwed up. Not in trying to get a message out, but in getting caught. She knew the raiders would hear, she never considered that they would be able to understand her messages. Underestimating Zed and his band was turning costly.
âWhat do you propose?â Riley asked.
âJust donât you worry about it.â Zed stood and walked to the hatch, âBut everyone on board this ship will need to see what happens when someone plays clever with me.â
He left and Riley knelt for a while with a growing sense of dread. To get her mind off the looming punishment she busied herself with cleaning Zedâs cabin. The act itself felt good. Maybe if she pleased Zed, the punishment might not be as severe? Still, with every act of putting things in their place, she knew it was something she could do to make Zedâs life better, and that gave her a warm tingle.
âComputer. Access to library.â
âThinking, guest access granted.â
âIs there a way to block signals to a controller unit in training implants?â
âThinking⌠Not available.â
âWhat does not available mean? Not available for guest access?â
âThinking, not available means that the info requested is not available for guest access, or that it is not available because it is unknown. The status is not available for guest access.â
Deeper info on the implants was hidden. The captain and the doctor may have more detailed files. Asking Zed would be a poor choice of follow-up, but maybe the doctor would be willing? Something to look into when possible.
âOkay, is there a way to weaponize onboard cleaning supplies?â
âThinking⌠List of supplies not available.â
Riley thought it was interesting that the list of supplies was not available, but perhaps the information to concoct something was.
âIs it possible to weaponize the average cleaning supplies on a starship?â
âThinking⌠Yes. It is possible.â
âWhat sort of weapons can be made?â
âThinking⌠Poisons, hallucinogenics, irritants, and inhaled anesthetics.
No acids or caustics? Probably for the better, it would be a big problem to breach the hull accidentally and vent all the atmosphere out.
âWhat common cleaning agents on a starship could be used to make an inhaled anesthetics?â
âThinking⌠Buffer overrun. Please provide a list of available materials.â
Distant stars. Another thing was needed, a datapad to compile a list.
âWhere can I find a manual terminal?â
âThinking, the bridge is the only location with access to a manual terminal.â
âWhat? On the whole ship? Why is that?â
âThinking, yes, there is only one manual terminal for the library on the whole ship. By order of the vessel captain Zedward Christoph Cyapholous, acting commander of the Unnamed.â
Unnamed? Stars, Zed was too lazy to name his own ship?
Given that she was about to be punished for attempting to pass a message, Riley doubted sheâd ever be able to access the ship's computer alone. If Zed cut manual access to the library at all terminals, it indicated a paranoia much greater than Riley initially accounted for. His last statement about crews being spoiled children also fit well.
All the manual access had been cut. No command lines, no hacking, neither of which sheâd studied much in Academy. She wondered if Zed was aware of verbal access.
âComputer, how many verbal access requests have the crew made?â
âThinking⌠The total number of verbal access requests, including yours, is two thousand thirty-six in the two-plus years since the acting commander assumed command.â Riley did the rough math, about four or five requests a day, with some wiggle room for the squishy time period provided.
âHow many requests from Zed?â
âThinking, Zedward Christoph Cyapholous has made no requests during the entire time period.â
âWhy are you providing this info?â
âThinking, this info has not been restricted by the ship commander.â
Duh, she felt stupid for having even asked. âWhat info is restricted?â
âThinking, not available.â
Double duh, of course, the computer wouldnât be able to discuss such things. âWhat is the process for restricting info?â
âThinking, there is currently one security level, admin. Access to this level is restricted to Not Available users. To restrict access, info must be marked with a red restricted icon only available to admins.â
Interesting, Riley thought. Zed did have minimal security, but it all went through himself. If he was killed in action, the crew might very well not be able to access necessary systems or overrides to pilot the ship. If the crew knew this, they would very much know they needed to keep Zed alive no matter what happened.
Riley couldnât help but think of childhood games. Her favorites were Escape the Labyrinth and Evil Queenâs Tower. There were bits and pieces of clues and systems scattered throughout the ship, if she could puzzle them together escape would certainly be possible. This thought was somewhat comforting, and she felt herself smile for the first time in days.
âCan I create a new user level?â
âThinking, access denied.â
Void, it had been worth a shot.
After clearing clutter and washing clothing there was a vast improvement in the cabin. Except for an archipelago of stains on every surface, it was almost livable. The stains would need cleaning supplies. Cleaning supplies, the computer seemed all too willing to explain how to create knockout drugs. Just like her childhood, she was going to escape the labyrinth.
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