Riley walked into the galley, naked as always. The lights inside the cabin had been set low, creating an eerie mood.

Terellia approached her. She, too, was naked, her dark red alien skin taking on an exotic look in the odd lighting. Her tentacula writhed and undulated casting strange shadows. Terellia stopped and threw her arms around Riley. Her skin was soft, warm, with firm underlying muscles. When their breasts touched it gave Riley a wicked little thrill of the forbidden.

Riley wasn’t sure what to say to her. She struggled to find the words, to assure her crew member that escape was possible, to smother all the thoughts Riley had of just staying with Zed.

“It’s okay, captain.” Terellia said, “You’re not responsible for what you can’t control.”

Could her whole crew see the turmoil inside her? Were they aware she was becoming more split every day? How long would the fantasy she entertained with Zed last? He had complete control of her. He also had needs. What would happen in ten years? Or twenty? Would his needs grow to include needing every younger slaves?

She needed a partner that respected her. That would share a life with her. Not just make her feel good in the moment. But dear singularity, Zed made her feel oh so good in the moment.

One of Terellia’s hands came around, cupped Riley’s breast, squeezed the nipple. Want and need flooded through her, stealing her protests away. Warm lips found an earlobe and Riley moaned when bitten. It felt so so good. She wanted to lose herself in it.

“I can’t,” Riley breathed, “I’m the captain.”

“No, you're not.” Terellia whispered, “You're a slave like the rest of us.”

Riley was turned towards a corner of the galley, someone had laid out an ocean of pillows. In the center of them, the rest of her crew cavorted, naked, writing, moaning. Hands and mouths were everywhere, on everything. Riley want to join them, how glorious it would feel to have five sets of hands on her skin without a care in the world.

“Crew!” she announced, “there are regulations about fraternization. You need to stop.”

Terellia giggled as the others ignored her. The hand on her breast slipped down tummy. Riley could feel herself going weak as it approached the center of her universe.

“I can’t,” She turned to look into fiery red eyes. “I’m your commander.”

“No. You’re just a slave.”

“But… my duty…” Riley watched as the others began crawling towards her, still teaching each other with looks of pure bliss in their eyes.

The hand found her center. It flicked wetly along her lips as Riley shuddered. So good…

“Your duty is to your owner. Think about pleasing him.”

She couldn’t think past the fingers stroking her, building up to a climax she would never have. Unless given permission.

“I want to cum…” Riley begged.

“Your wants don’t matter. Surrender…”

Riley woke slowly, hornier than she ever recalled in her life. Her hands were nestled inside wet thighs and her clit throbbed painfully with a monumental ache.

She sat up and breathed, listening to Zed snore. Then she padded to the head. She stopped, turned around, and scanned the dark floor. Dim, tiny lights from the controls at the hatch gave her just enough light to spot what she’d been looking for: Zed’s breaches.

On her toes, she stole back through the room and snatched up his pants. Once safely in the head she sat on the fresher and looked at her prize. There to one side with the sheath, about the size of a light-pen, holding the controller wand. He’d given it to her earlier during her punishment.

She reached out to touch it gingerly and cried out. Pain lancing through every implant. She muffled her sobs in the heel of her palm and bit down, almost tumbling off the toilet. Void be damned, another avenue closed.

Afraid she might have woken Zed, and not wanting to have to explain why his pants moved, she hooked them on a foot and shuffled back out into the cabin. Halfway to the bed, she shook them off her foot and climbed back in beside him.

“What happened?” He said drowsily.

She patted him, “Spider.”

His snoring started soon again.

Her dreams were not even her own anymore. She wondered if it was medically possible to flood someone with hormones so that even dreams and thoughts changed. She wasn’t a medtech but she guessed probably.

Lying in the dark, feeling Zed's immense body snoring beside her, she wanted to touch herself. There was no point, all she could do was edge. A climax without Zed’s permission was impossible. As she lay there thinking of escape her hands crept between her thighs and she found herself edging anyway.

A soft buzzing woke her. She waved her hand over the clock built into the bulkhead next to the bed, then rushed to the head. The shower was much shorter than she would have liked, but she didn’t dare let him wake before her. After a very fast wall of drying air, she rushed back to the bed and slipped in.

Wrapping her arms around the massive body she lay there for a moment just enjoying how good it felt. Then she got to work. Her hands found his cock and she began stroking and kissing it. Even flaccid it was a monster. She pursed her lips and rubbed them along the bottom of the shaft, feeling him grow harder by the second. When he was rigid, she sucked him into her mouth and gently massaged him, with both mouth and hands.

Zed woke and stretched. She welcomed him to the waking world with a squeeze. In return he pushed her head down making her choke and gag. Then he pulled her off him and kicked his legs out of bed.

“Sir?” she asked wanting to finish.

He stood. “Nope. That tight little piece of ass from last night drained me.”

Riley simmered. It been more than a day now. The thought of that startled her. She’d gone a year in Academy between sex. She was coming undone. Four to six more days, that’s all the longer I have to last.

She rolled out of bed and darted to the head rushing past him. She turned the shower on and watched as steam gathered along the side. Slipping inside she lathered her hands with soap and waited. Zed staggered in, brushed his teeth with a shot of wash, then entered the shower.

Riley dutifully and attentively cleaned everything. She used her hands and breast to soap up his entire body, then fell to her knees to clean his magnificent cock. He only allowed a few dozen strokes then he hit the dryer. Void be damned, the punishment was ongoing. She wondered what it would take to get him to fuck her. She considered begging, but her wants were not important. She was here to serve him. It was too bad there weren’t towels, it would have been a final chance to rub an erection out of him.

As he dressed, he asked, “How's the detail coming along?”

“As well as I could hope, Sir. Hopefully, you are seeing a change in your ship?”

“Yeah, it's starting to look nice. Might even be able to sell it someday for a profit.”

Riley allowed herself to imagine buckling his belt as she was doing now, only under the rising sun of some homesteader world. Him a retired raider, and her his favorite girl. It was a silly little fantasy but it made her chest feel tight and warm.

He left, and she went to the utility to set up the day’s work. Her plan was to return to her cabin as quickly as possible and continue feeding the chemical list to the computer. Sweet dreams or homesteading aside, and manipulative dreams aside, she had a duty to get her crew out of this situation. Herself? Well, if she had to sacrifice herself to get the others off ship, she would do it.

Concerned that Geller was telling Zed all their plans, Riley reviewed and issued the work orders for the day without their usual huddle. No more loose lips, unless they were wrapped around Zed. Void, she needed to focus.

Checking the list of materials they had cataloged, Riley looked for any type of mirror. Finding nothing she looked for anything with a camera. Bingo, she spotted a duct inspection camera and display. It was really just a tiny camera with an articulated tube attached to a small display screen. It was useful for seeing hard-to-reach spots of ducts or console innards.

Returning to her cabin, she set herself in the doorway again. Snaking the camera around the corner, she placed the display on her lap. Now, she could watch the bridge's comings and goings with minimal chance of being spotted.

The next few torturous hours were spent reading cleaning chemicals to the computer, followed by foodstuffs and random bits of stuff from around the ship. She debated whether or not to include emergency repair bits like glues and industrial plastic shavings, then decided to do so anyway. It never hurts having too much information to go by.

It was hard to tell what the crew did during their work shift. The state of repair the ship had originally been in made her think not much. Nobody came up the bridge in the several hours it had taken her to read off all the chemicals they had cataloged.

Continuing to speak quietly Riley asked, “What sort of weapons can be made with the list of available components?”

“Thinking… Thinking… Thinking… Thinking… Thinking…”

“Are you caught in a loop?”

“No. Comparing this list to the onboard library will take some time… Thinking… Thinking…”

“Do you have an estimate of how long?”

“Thinking, thinking, based on current progress, between two to four hours… Thinking…”

“Continue to run report. Do not mention it to anyone but myself. Terminate session.”

“Thinking… Understood, running report. Will report results to guest on next access. Terminating session.”

Riley knocked her head back into the hatch frame. Then she heard footsteps. She slid the mirror device behind her along the wall and rolled away from the hatch. Fearing that he would see the hatch closing or the inspection device on the deck, she stepped out into the hallway and feigned surprise.

“Stars!”

Zed stopped and looked at her with a half-smile, “What are you doing?”

She cozied up to him, sliding her hands along his shirt, feeling the muscles underneath it. She cooed, “Looking for you.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her, “I may have to punish you more if I’m going to get this kind of treatment.”

Riley faked a laugh trying not to let the stab of anger show, “So, what are you doing?”

“Was going to get lunch actually.” He considered her naked body pressed up against him, “Why don’t you join me?”

“Oh, Sir. Thank you, but no…”

“That word shouldn’t be in your vocabulary.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’d rather wait for you to bring something to the cabin.” She tried her best to look up at him demurely. It was not a skill taught in the Academy. “It's just that I’d rather my next use be with you than some random crewmember in the galley.”

Zed laughed, “You are exempt from the rules your crew has to follow. Don’t worry, you’re under my protection. It’ll be good to show off my claim, remind the crew what being captain is all about.”

Stars, no… She followed along behind him. At least now she didn’t have to worry about him finding the inspection device. But being used as a trophy to reinforce crew discipline, she knew that would have disastrous consequences somewhere far down the road.

The galley turned out to be mostly empty. A few raiders at one table. All of them eyed her naked body as she went by. Zed pulled her to the serving line, where a bulbous alien took their orders. Unsure of what was available, Riley found it easier to just let Zed order something for her. It was a relief to have at least one thing she didn’t have to spend any time thinking about.

Their food was delivered quickly. Printed meals that used soy and flavorings to create a wide range of dishes that were essentially all the same at their base level. Zed led her to the table in the center of the room. The three raiders watched her closely but none dared say anything. The one she’d been beaten and fuck by Maxwell on. It was strange sitting there at the spot and knowing how traumatic the event had been.

She picked at the strange finger food Zed had ordered for her. Apparently sheezbuggers were a delicacy where he came from.

The hatch whisked open and K’rra strode in, regal as ever, although not wearing a stitch of clothing. Riley instantly wondered how she kept so fit and firm. The alien made Riley instantly self-conscience of the little extra she’d added to her tummy since coming aboard the Unnamed. K’rra saw the captain and nodded as she strode to the service line.

When they saw the blue woman, the raiders hooted. “Lunch and a snack. Get that tight ass over here Bluesy.”

“I’m on work detail.” K’rra stopped and explained.

“Lunch break ain't work detail, get over here.”

“Of course, sir. Can I order rations first?”

“You won’t be hungry after I feed you,” one replied as the others laughed.

K’rra approached their table and, without a word, bent over the edge of it. The raider, in unison, began unbuckling and arguing about the first and second turns.

“Zed!” Riley used her eyes to indicate he should do something about K’rra being molested.

Glancing over to the blue woman bent and holding herself open, Zed shrugged. Chewing a mouth full of food he replied, “What? She’s a slave. It’s what she’s here for. Try not to forget that, slave girl. As a matter of fact… It’s what you’re here for as well. Since you ain’t eating, why don’t you get on top of the table on your knees.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I forget myself.”

“Yeah, you do. Get up there anyway.” He turned and called to the other table, “Hey, bring that blue one over here. I could use a little entertainment myself.”

“Zed, I’m sorry,” Riley whispered while pushing herself out of her chair. She gripped the edge of the table hoping he might change his mind.

He dropped the remnants of his food onto the tray, “It's like a full-time job, constantly reminding you what you are. A fucking sex slave.”

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