She’d rehearsed this next bit, time to see whether it would work.

Standing naked between his knees as he sat, she rotated her hips ever so slightly, hoping it would draw his eyes to her bare pussy. He seemed blind to her sexual charms, staring up at her with suspicion.

“My crew did a thorough review of the inventory on this ship, and I noticed something that alarmed me, Sir.” She gave her hips another rotation. He could take her whenever he wanted, but he seemed to delight in her being enthusiastic. She hoped this was a way to gain some power back from him.

“Alarmed you? Like the hyperdrive?” Zed laughed smacking her nude ass with one massive palm.

The sting on her cheek felt delicious; she wanted his hands all over her ass. Riley groaned as if it were the most pleasing thing ever done to her, although that wasn’t entirely false. She groaned, “Yes, Sir. There’s a dangerously low supply of alcohol on board.”

His thick hand gripped her cheek and squeezed, “And?”

“Alcohol has been a staple of shipboard rations since time immemorial. It’s a necessary component of crew reward. Even the Federation issues alcohol rations to its crews.” She leaned into the hand, forcing it to feel her, relishing the feeling of it on her.

Zed looked at her dubiously, “What? You mean to tell me the prissy Feds placate their crews with booze? Hypocrites all.”

“Like I said, Sir. Since the time when ships were water-bound on Earth, alcohol has been a tradition. Nothing takes the mutiny out of a sailor like a stiff drink.”

Suspicion leaked from his gaze. “Rubbish.”

“Call it what you will, Sir. But I thought my crew could whip up some good old-fashioned hootch. Your crew would only benefit. And you are almost completely dry.” Another rotation of her hips.

“Nearly a month lying in wait.” Zed said, “Haven’t gotten any complaints yet.”

Did he wait a month on that unsettled world? On top of three weeks of travel back and forth? That would be two and a half months out in space with no ports of call, it was easy to see why his crew was anxious. Although… she wondered why he would wait at all on that world for so long.

“You’re not out of booze yet. But you will be very soon.”

“And your crew just happens to know how to make hootch?”

“With four scientists, this is child’s play.”

“And how does a sorter help?’

She had him hooked. Rotating her hip a little stronger now she explained, “You have a huge stack of Orlunulite rations on board. They are edible by most beings but taste awful. We can break the rations up and then use the sorter to sift out the Myby seeds. Once we grind those down to a mash, they can be processed via fermentation…”

“All right, all right,” Zed interrupted. With her increased hip rotations, his hand began sliding up and down her flank. She hoped he was getting hard, drawing precious blood away from his brain and into his cock. Her experience seducing men was severely limited, but she hoped Zed would fixate on fucking her rather than thinking too hard in this moment.

“So?” Riley asked. When he looked up she tried breathing seductively, hoping he would notice her bare tits.

“Whatever… Keep me informed on the hootch, it may come in handy.” His eyes looked across the room, distracted by something.

Riley realized her play at seduction hadn’t just been to distract him. She wanted his attention on her still. She begged, “Sir? Will you touch me?”

He looked up at her, a wicked smile forming. “Oh? Does my little slave need something?”

“Yes, Sir. Your touch, please. Do I need to beg?”

His hand moved around her thigh, as his other gripped the opposite side. Thick fingers left trails of fire as they inched ever closer. She felt his hand slip between her thighs. She looked down, seeing it under her but not yet touching her where she most wished.

“Begging is always welcomed.” He said.

Controlling her breath, she begged for him, “Please, Sir. This needy little slave needs her Master’s attention. I am begging for you to touch me. Feel how wet I am. How much I want and need you.”

“Good girl,” he said. She melted to the words, then again when his hand slid up and clutched her. He cupped everything, grabbing her entire pussy and giving it a hard squeeze. She purred.

“Oh… Thank you, Sir. Can you feel how much I need you?”

Huge fingers slipped along her wet slit, “I can.”

“Please, Sir. This slave would do anything to feel you inside her.”

“You like being a good girl?” he asked while continuing to stroke her wet opening.

“For you, Sir. Anything. I’m your good girl. Your whore. Your slave. Whatever you want of me I am for you.”

He pressed a finger to her while watching her face. She stared down at him, her look begging him to take her. She couldn’t stop her hips from moving against his hand, trying to force his finger into her.

“You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you?”

“For you, Sir. Yes.” Her breathing was ragged. She increased the tempo of her hips, delighting in the feel of his fingers moving across her wet lips. She’d never done anything so degrading in the past. Naked and rubbing herself on a man’s hand as he teased and toyed with her. Let alone admit she needed to get fucked.

He pushed a finger into her slowly as she sighed. The feeling of being filled by him made her head swim. She pushed her hips against the intrusion, and he curled it up into her. She gasped when it touched that spongy spot just behind the clit. Involuntarily she clamped down on him, wanting to suck him in.

“Fuck me.” He demanded.

She lowered her hands to his neck. Technically breaking position, but he’d told her to fuck him. Surely that meant she could help accommodate that order. When he didn’t protest, she used the leverage of her arms to thrust herself against his hand. As his finger rubbed that magic spot she could feel climax rushing toward her. She needed more, though. She needed to hear his voice.

“I’m yours, tell me what I am, what you want, Sir.”

Gripping her hip, he eased a second finger into her, making her gasp.

“You are my slave. My good girl. My wickedly clever little bitch of a starship captain.”

Forcing the two fingers up inside her, he pressed, sinking them in so deliciously deep. As Riley’s legs quivered, she continued thrusting her hip against his hand, moaning uncontrollably as she did so.

“I want to fuck you. I want to own you. I want to make you mine. Cum for me.”

Riley howled, gripping his shirt tight. She shoved herself down on his immovable hand. And he began thrusting back against her hard. She screamed and climaxed, her juices dripping down his arm as she pulled her body to his. She cried into his ear, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. That’s what I want, Sir.”

With a twist Zed turned and let her collapse down onto the bed.

She hadn’t been lying. Her words were exactly what she wanted. She thought about living a life where her only requirement, the only thing expected of her, was to cum on demand, any time, all the time, with no other duties, and it sounded exhilarating.

He brought her food, then attempted to leave, explaining, “Can you have your crew check the Shield capacitors tomorrow? I’m going to inspect them with Rohm right now. Make sure we don’t miss anything.”

“I’ve been thinking about the rendezvous as well. Can I make a list for you? Some other things we should have in top shape.” Riley added, poking at her food and wondering what Zed's obsession with Sheezbuggers was.

“Like what?”

“We might be able to improve the power supply to your port phase cannons. That and I’d like to check the targeting subsystems for all the ship weapons.”

Zed thought for a moment, “Okay. Coordinate with Rohm. I’ll have him make sure there's a tech nearby when you poke around in these things.”

“Yes, Sir.” She thought it was interesting he’d have her crew watched while maintaining the firing systems. Weapons were not something she’d be trying to sabotage. If the raiders started using them, it would most likely mean all their lives were in danger.

When Zed left, Riley listened to the instructions for creating the hallucinogens. There was some sorting of dry chemicals required, then a mixture that would need a day of cooking, and finally, when added to plastic shaving, the resulting gas product would be something called FryykOn, a ball-tripping psychoactive used by youths on the frontier without access to designer drugs. She made some coded notes in her datapad to help remind her of the process the next few days.

Riley then decided that there was no time like the present to get started cooking up the hallucinogen. She wasn’t leaking cum and so she decided to head out of the cabin without a shower. If her parents saw her now… she’d die of shame. Never in her life had leaking cum been a prerequisite for cleaning. The thought of parading her cunt down the passageways after Zed’s use gave her a wicked thrill. To encourage it, she squeezed her thighs together with each step, knowing it would make any of the crew that saw her ache with want.

Stepping into the utility room Riley was confronted by the sight of Henfry abusing K’rra. The blue-skinned woman was bound in tethers, arms behind her back, hanging from an attachment point in the overhead, bent and exposed as Henfry drove hard into her.

Grunting and pounding K’rra with abandon, Henfry was shouting, “Take it, take that cock you stuck-up bitch!”

K’rra wailed in agony as she was hammered mercilessly. Riley could tell her science officer was about to break, to slip into one of those seizure-induced orgasms that would leave the stoic woman screaming and disoriented. She was also afraid that K’rra might break her arms given the way Henfry had restrained her.

“Stop right now!” Riley shouted in as low a tone as she could muster.

Henfry slowed his pace but continued, looking over at Riley. “What the fuck?”

“I said stop.” Riley demanded. K’rra looked up dazed and wounded.

He stopped and glared at her, “You wanting to take her place then?”

“No. I need her for the work detail.”

“Piss off,” Henfry grabbed K’rra’s hips, preparing to ride once again. “It’s third shift, after hours, and we get to play.”

“I said I need her for detail. You want to stop, or do I get Zed to stop you?”

Henfry froze up. “He was just fucking here. Left this ice-cold cunt for me, he did… Fucking bitch. I was just about to nut. Another fucking minute and you could have this slut no problem.”

Stepping away from K’rra he yanked up his trousers. K’rra slumped looking relieved. Henfry stormed to Riley stopping right in front of her. He barked, “Ready!”

Without time to even think, Riley’s body fell, kneeling on the deck. Her head went to the deck as well, and she reached back, spreading herself. Riley sputtered trying to think of what to say.

“That’s what I thought,” Henfry spat at her, “You think you’re some high falutin Fed officer. But there you are cunt, holding your snatch open like the lowest of low fuck slaves.”

He stood there glaring at her, then turned and stomped out of the room. Riley got up and went to K’rra. Unbinding her arms K’rra practically fell to the deck.

K’rra whispered something under her breath, looking angry.

“It’s okay,” Riley said touching K’rr’s shoulder. “I’d be furious as well.”

“Good thing you have a strong protector.” K’rra said rubbing her wrists.

“Well, so do you now.” Riley looked around the room. “Do you know where the Orlunulite rations are?”

“Yes, captain. In the third cabinet aft of the hatch. What do you need them for?”

Riley left K’rra sitting on the floor and went to the cabinet. Sure enough, they were there. She removed six tins and set them on a nearby shelf. She quickly flipped open the latch of one of them, it being not quite as difficult as she had feigned a week prior. The smell was awful, but the seeds she needed could be seen in the dark grey powder mixed in with what looked like bark shavings.

“I told Zed we’d be making alcohol out of these.”

K’rra stood and raised and eyebrow. “Why would we do that?”

The hatch whisked open, and Zed strode in. Behind him, both Rohm and Henfry followed.

“What’s this I hear about you interrupting Henfry’s recreational?” Zed demanded.

“Sorry, Sir. I needed her help to get started on the project. I’m sure Geller is available to attend Henfry’s needs.”

“I like shagging the bluey-pale-blue one. Ice fucking princess bitch. I know just how to heat her up.” Henfry added.

“Is this about the hootch project we talked about earlier?” Zed eyed Riley, daring her to be flippant.

As demurely as she could muster, Riley replied, “Yes, Sir. I was hoping to finish cooking the first batch before the rendezvous.”

“Hootch?” Henfry mocked, “I don’t want no hootch. That slippery snake cuny is what I was wanting.”

“Silence.” Zed demanded. “Henfry, go fuck some other slave…”

Henfry interrupted, “What in the burning singularity? You seem to be taking a lot of orders from cunts these days…”

Zed whipped around and lashed out, grabbing the old mechanic and lifting him up off his feet. Henfry struggled and choked but there was little he could do.

“What did you just say?” Zed pulled Henfry’s face close, sticking his nose in one of the struggling man’s eyes.

“Come on captain, any cunt can see you are being played by that stuck up blonde whore…”

One arm pumped back, and Zed slammed a massive fist into Henfry. There was a loud crack as Henfry flew back crashing into the bulkhead. Rohm looked up at Zed with wide eyes. Riley stared afraid to make any sound.

“Get that garbage out of here.” Zed barked. He turned to Riley, “We’ll talk later.”

“Yes, Sir.” Riley whispered. Zed turned and left.

Rohm dragged Henfry out of the utility room, and when the hatch shut, Riley and K’rra were left in blessed silence.

Without speaking, Riley emptied several of the containers of rations into the sorter. She dialed in the needed size and let the machine run. K’rra watched over a shoulder, her composure returning slowly. A display indicated that it would be several hours to separate the components. Both women watched the display ticking down for several minutes without saying anything.

Finally, Riley gave K’rra a hug. The blue-skinned alien woman withstood it without a word, enigmatic as always. Riley was glad she was able to rescue her from the abuse she’d walked in on.

“I’ll see you first shift. Be well.” Riley told K’rra with a squeeze.

“Yes, captain.” K’rra remained, watching the counter tick down.

First Part:

Degenerate Star Part 1