The three raiders dragged K’rra to the center table. Riley noted the blue-skinned alien was having a much more difficult time looking regal while being led by the neck and shoved with rough hands. They thrust K’rra against the table, and she bent down, placing her naked breasts to the cool top.

“Go on, get up there,” Zed told Riley. She climbed onto the tabletop and knelt as four sets of eyes consumed her. Spread wide, one of her knees almost touched the top of K’rra’s head.

The raiders had somehow decided who was going to be the first with K’rra. One of them dropped his pants and shuffled up behind her.

“Wait.” Said Zed. “I wanna see if she’s ready.”

The man behind K’rra froze looking at his two mates. Zed stood up and the de-trousered man backed off quickly. Stars no, thought Riley, he can’t ignore her again.

Zed slapped a hand up under K’rra, striking her pussy with a loud smack. K’rra grunted and jerked forward pressing her head to Riley’s knee. Zed moved his hand, rubbing her dark blue pussy, crushing it under his palm. “Yeah, she’s dripping wet. Why is that Bluesy?”

K’rra answered throatily, “The implants are having a physiological effect, sir. I’ve been kept in a constant state of arousal for more than two weeks now.”

“Is your cunt any different from this human slut kneeling above you?” Zed asked while continuing to grind away at K’rra. His fingers were crushing her lips, rubbing and pinching them as she tried speaking.

“Individually, most certainly, the same way other Gythian reproductive organs would differ from my own. There are some minor differences in shape and size between Gythian and Human vaginas.”

“Now that brings up an odd question,” Zed growled. Against her blue lips he positioned several thick fingers, ready and threatening to fill her. “Why do most of the sentient species share similar body types?”

K’rra groaned as Zed forced two mammoth fingers into her. Thankfully she was dripping wet and able to accommodate him with some wriggling of her hips. “Oh fuck… I’m not a xenobiologist, although some would argue this is more a philosophical question… Ohhh… Than a, a, a purely biological one. While most species in the galaxy share many features, it is believed… oh singularity…  There’s some chaos theorems that suggest bipedal beings are like ferns, a template… that… that… fuck… is readily reproduced by chance. There is, however, growing belief… ohhh… that a progenitor species seeded life throughout this galaxy and left it to develop on its own accord… please… I can’t … more…”

“You want more?” Zed asked the blue slave struggling to remain coherent. He worked his arm hard, drilling into her, practically lifting her by her sopping hole, “I just find it fascinating, that fucking a Trillaxian feels almost the same as being balls deep in a Wotin. Or even a Human. What a strange universe, that I could travel to any fucking sentient planet and bury my face in a pair of titties. And be nearly guaranteed a suitable hole to stuff my cock in.”

The raiders watched, dumbfounded, snickering at the exchange between the two. Riley could only look on in horror. Her Gythian science officer was a sworn stoic. Seeing her writhing and emotional like this was unheard of. It dawned on Riley that she had no actual idea what Gythain mating looked like. Did they sign contracts? Schedule sex to match perfect ovulation cycles? She couldn’t imagine a species of stoics being this passionate. It must be killing K’rra to be at the mercy of the implants, and a cruel crew willing to exploit them.

“You want to cum for me, don’t you, slave girl?” Zed hissed in her ear.

“Yes.” She grunted back, “Yes, I want to cum.”

“Do Gythian’s beg?”

“It’s not practiced on Gyth… oh… But exposure to humans has introduced me to the cultural… fuck fuck… significance of it. Gythains would attempt and appeal to logic.”

“Appeal away.”

“Yes… yes… oh fucking yes… I would point out that the release of the hormone Oxytocin produced by an orgasm will make me much more docile and reinforce my position as a slave. Ohhh… Even though sworn to stoicism, the flood of emotional responses would further break down my ability to resist the psychological programming that has been underway… oh fuck… The end result of these two effects would be a being more fitting into your cultural reference for slavery.”

“I think you missed the point Bluesy. I’m asking you to beg if you want to cum.”

K’rra grunted, her eyes winced shut. She wrapped her hands around Riley’s thigh and knee, “Please let me cum. I beg you most humbly. I will beg more if demanded of me.”

“Awkward, but she’s trying,” Zed said to the other raiders. Then back to K’rra, “Think about how your captain would beg. I want to hear you beg like that. Like a filthy little degenerate that’s waited her whole life to get the endless fucking she deserves.”

Shaking her head violently, K’rra pressed wet lips to Riley's knee, “I haven’t the capacity for conjecture on how the captain would attempt such a thing. I can commit effort to ask in a bawdier fashion. Please, I beg you to let my overly lubricated vagina cum. Allow me to climax, opening passage to insemination for you. Treat me like a degreeless proletariat forced to sell herself in a brothel. Make me cry out in shame for you. I beg this of you. Please.

“Cum for me, you walking thesaurus.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” K’rra screamed. The violence and passion of it shocked Riley. She’d never witnessed a Gythian break like K’rra was doing now. Her body bucked as if in the throes of strong seizures. “Oh fuck yes! Thank you! Fuck fuck yes.”

Even Zed seemed a little taken aback by what he saw. The other raiders laughed. It was Tuesday for them.

As K’rra lay on the table shaking Riley decided she had to do something. She couldn’t just sit there while her crew mates were abused so horribly.

The raider, with his pants down, scooted back towards K’rra, and Riley asked, “Have you had her before?”

“Well, yeah. Every time she comes into the galley.”

“Would you like to try something new?” she asked while sliding a hand down her side.

The raider's eyes perked up, “Oh fuck yeah.” He then glanced over at Zed who was glaring up at Riley.

“What are you doing?” Zed asked.

“As you keep reminding me, I’m nothing but a sex slave. K’rra has been abused enough, it's my turn.”

K’rra looked up at Riley, her face a mask of agony.

The raiders laughed and made enthusiastic noises about their turn in luck.

Zed, cornered by Riley stared up at her. She knew he had two choices, keep her for himself and drop the pretense that she was nothing. Or prove her right, let them use her because she was nothing but a slave.

Feeling a bit full of herself and wanting to drive home the point that she was rescuing her crewmate Riley continued, “Would you deny them their share of booty?”

“I wouldn’t think of it. As you said, you're just a slave.” Zed said, then stood up and cracked his knuckles loudly, “I might, however, lose my temper if anyone tried to take advantage of my generosity and use anything more than her mouth. Understood?”

The raiders agreed, happy to finally have a shot at the unicorn their captain had been hiding away from everyone.

“Well? Don’t be shy, go ahead and get up on the table with her. Show the whole ship you’re fucking this exotic slave’s pouty little mouth.”

When the first one clambered up onto the table Riley still felt victorious. She’d save K’rra from having to endure another emotional outburst. And she’d forced Zed to protect her, in a way. As she wrapped her fist around his cock, felt it twitch and stiffen, she knew that she did have power. She could change things on the ship for the better. And when she sucked his shaft deep into her mouth, she was still rewarded with all those deliciously wicked feelings making her squirm and touch herself as she performed.

The raiders that used her did nothing that she could remember as remarkable. They were simply blips on her radar, she worked them fast, and they came fast, in her mouth, across her face, down her chest. When they came she made certain to rub their cocks in their own spunk, to spread it across herself, and stain them. It felt good having even a smidgeon of power.

As she performed, a few other raider crew members wandered in. They, too, stood in line, waiting for her to use them. When Zed finally pulled her down from the table and marched her through the corridors, she had the spunk of five men on her.

There was a time when even the thought of one man cumming on her, not in her, would have mortified her. Now she wore them like a badge of honor. How many fuckings had she just saved her crew? At least five she told herself.

Zed all but threw her into the bed face down. He drove into her, fucking her mercilessly while she cried out and begged for release. Fucking her with a fury she had yet felt he asked, “Whose pussy is that?”

“Yours, Sir!” She cried back, “Yours, Sir.”

Between violent strokes into her, he told her, “That’s right. It's my hole. Don’t give it to anyone without my permission.”

“Yes, Sir!” she gasped, “Please, please may I cum?”

“What are you?”

She gushed at the question, literally soaked the bed when he asked, “I’m your slave. I’m yours. My pussy is yours.”

“Are you going to forget that?”

“No, Sir. I’ll always be yours.”

“Cum for me.”

And after several days, of watching others fuck, and climax, and indulge in every base act, without climaxing herself, she came. It hit her hard, blinded her, took her breath away, made her incapable of speech. And when she returned, Zed continued stabbing deep into her, repeating, “That pussy is mine.”

She could only mutter, “Yes, Sir.” As she drifted in the wake of his desire.

First Part:

Degenerate Star Part 1