When Zed returned to the cabin Riley was waiting for him in her slave position. It had been so long since she’d worn clothing that she almost couldn’t remember the feel of it. Thinking about being naked and on her knees caused a steady tickle of pleasure. The implants were constantly at work, making her wet, ready, and ever-horny.

Zed came in, went past her without a word, and stripped. He called her up onto the bed where he used her hard as always. Her body had come to expect and delight in his rough treatment. Tonight, however, he lay on his back, first making her suck him, then telling her to climb on him so he could use her like a rag. He pounded her leaving her aching and moaning, then slipped into a slumber without giving her release.

Riley ground against his side whimpering and upset. What had happened that he would brush past her needs so easily? She tried telling herself to cum, but the implants were having none of it. After edging for a while, she slipped from his bed and went to the wardrobe. Her ruined uniform lay at the bottom of a stack of clothing she had neatly folded and stowed away after cleaning. She checked the pockets and found the key-ring she had discovered earlier. Slipping it on a finger she left the cabin.

Padding to the end of the corridor, she waved the ring over the controls for the hatch leading into the bridge. It opened. She peeked inside and saw no one. The fore viewport showed the angry colors of hyperspace swirling by.

Moving to the navigation console, she checked the starmap. They were on the last few jumps. In less than two days, they would arrive in Colinar and meet either auction inspectors or an ambush.

She went to the command console. First, she checked the comms logs. There had been no further communication from Zed or the inspectors, and the date of inspection remained the same. Once satisfied that the date hadn’t changed and that there were no new wrinkles in the plan, she moved to the ship systems.

Engines were operating just barely in the green. Shields and weapons seemed good, but she was hoping to improve that tomorrow with Maxwell’s help. Other systems were working well enough that she wasn’t concerned for her welfare like she’d been the first day aboard.

Riley debated with herself, then decided. She went through the shuttle systems and unlocked the ship’s boat. When her crew boarded it, she would be able to open the bay doors. That was if Zed didn’t notice this in the next few days. He seemed more stressed than usual, and she hoped that would continue right up to inspection.

With a few keystrokes, she backed out and dove back into engine diagnostics. They’d been jumping hard with almost no stop. Skimming hydrogen fuel from gas giants was the longest they’d stayed in normal space for a week. All that jumping was bound to have an effect on the hyperdrive, and so she ran a second diagnostic on it.

The hatch opened and Serhho cautiously entered. “What are you doing in here? Alone.”

Singularity! Riley had wanted to finish the diagnostic and exit leaving the console exactly as she found it. Currently, it was stuck in diagnosis mode.

She forced herself to look back at the console as if her presence on the bridge unaccompanied was completely normal. “Running an engine check. We got a few subsystems underperforming, but that’s to be expected with the beating we’re giving this poor girl.”

Serhho eyed her suspiciously, he seemed to view everything with dire suspicion. “Does Zed know you are out of his cabin?”

Blast it, she had to switch tactics. She turned to him and approached, “He doesn’t need to know I’m here. I could be very…” she licked her lips, “Generous.”

“Maybe I should get the…”

Riley stepped into him, her hand going right for his crotch, and she whispered, “Please. You can have anything…”

He nodded, thinking about it, then grabbed her by the neck, “I have another idea.”

Riley tried to struggle but felt the gnawing stings invading her body. She relaxed, letting Serhho come around behind her, and he marched her to the door. Panicked terror filled her with dread as she was shoved to through the hatch into the corridor. She feared having to explain why she was on the bridge to Zed. And then relief.

Serhho turned her and shoved her down the stairway to the crew deck. Still holding the back of her neck he pushed her along.

“I think the crew is going to love seeing this.” He hissed angrily in her ear, “You were the one that got Henfry killed.”

“He died?” Riley whispered.

“What the fuck do you think? Have you seen those synth muscles Zed sports? Or are you just too busy looking at that cyber-cock of his?”

Riley tried to stop and turn to him, to beg him not to take her to the galley. Fire erupted inside her, across her tits, in her core. She was shoved along, unable to slow their approach to the one place she dreaded most.

“Hey! Lookie, lookie, what I got here!” he yelled as they entered the galley. A half dozen raiders looked up, pausing in their torments of Kimura and Terellia. Several stood half-naked, faces twisted in anger.

“That cunt got Henfry killed.” Someone said. Riley turned to see who and was slapped across the face by another nearby raider. The stinging shock of it almost made Riley cry. She hadn’t been struck like this since she was a little girl.

“Inspect.” Someone behind her snapped. Even though she wanted to rub the stinging pain in her cheek, Riley spread her feet fast and locked her hands behind her neck. A hand smacked her from behind, up underneath her so that stinging fingertips hit her lips. She cried out as the raiders laughed.

“Bend!” another yelled. Riley bent, reaching back to hold herself open. Another hard smack came from behind striking her cunt.

“Boring. She got her ass spanked the last time she fucked up.” She couldn't tell from whom as she stared down at the deck.

“She really fucked up this time.”

“Henfry’s dead because of this hole.”

“Zed’s little princess.”

“Never fucked a cunt worth millions.”

Then Serhho added, “She was sneaking around, doesn’t want Zed to know about it.”

There was a moment of silence. Then hands descended on her from every direction. Riley yelped as hands grabbed arms, tits, throat. Fingers drove into her pussy and asshole. She was lost in a flood of sensations as the raiders crowded around her exploring her body too eagerly, not caring how painful, awkward, or humiliating it was for her.

She was swept up and slammed down on a table face first, fingers driving into her holes painfully. Someone stuffed fingers in her mouth, making it impossible to cry out. All she could do was gurgle around them. A palm met her ass hard, then others joined in. Her hair was yanked back, and she was drowned in laughter. She struggled to crawl away from the hands everywhere and was shoved down, pinning her to the table as her arms and legs were pulled wide apart. Someone grabbed her hair, coiled it in their fist, and pulled back painfully. She attempted to beg for mercy, but the words were horribly muffled and induced new rounds of laughter.

“Crank it up.” A voice yelled behind her, and her implants went into overdrive. The pleasant tickles she’d been feeling became intense waves of pleasure. Even mixed with the pain of being roughly groped and pulled apart, Riley found her body writhing, pushing back, and trying just as hard as the crowd to fuck herself into climax.

“Let me at her.” Someone called out. The hands mauling her cunt were replaced with hips and a cock was pressed to her. She moaned begging for release as they jammed themselves inside her and began riding her hard. Her whole body shook across the table as she was pounded.

Naked hips blocked her view of the deck and hands as someone stepped up in front of her. She opened her mouth submissively as they crammed their hard cock deep into her throat. More fists grabbed handfuls of hair as her face was fucked gagging and choking her without consideration.

Her ass was beaten as she was fucked from both ends. Hands reached under pinching and mauling her breasts. Every centimeter of her body was assaulted with sensations, each and every one making her want to scream out in pain and climax. Her hands were forced on cocks, and she grabbed them, stroking them in the hopes that she could get them hard enough to fuck her to completion when the ones inside her were finished.

“Fuck! I’m close!” a voice cried out. “Cum whore.” And Riley did. Thankfully, gratefully, and wholeheartedly she came for her audience. She felt the man inside jackhammering into her in a frenzy, then he froze up. He left her empty and dripping cum down her thighs for only a moment then she was filled with another.

The endless hands swarmed her body. She couldn’t keep track of how many or where. Her skin was afire with greedy, hungry digits taking everything and anything they wanted.

“Cum!” someone else shouted. Her body contorted as her vision hazed red. Her mouth emptied and she felt the splash of hot sticky ropes of jizz shoot across her face. The missing cock was replaced instantly with another. Her hand slicked when one of the cocks shot its load into her hair and across an arm, then it, too, was replaced.

“Cum, you stuck-up bitch.” And she did thrashing helplessly against the tide of hands.

“Cum cunt.” And she did, deliriously still struggling, still shoving herself back against the prick buried so deep and deliciously inside her.

“Cum, cum, cum, cum” different voices demanded, in different tempos, with different needs and hungers. Her pussy, her asshole, her jaws, and her hands all ached from use. Battered and used raw they kept fucking her senseless. She lost track of the number of times she slipped away from her body on waves of ecstatic pleasure. Her mind went numb, blank, only her abused body remained hungry for more.

When it was finished, she quivered uncontrollably, sobbing and sore, and sprawled out lewdly across the tabletop. A million aches screamed throughout her body. She was covered in fluids and lying in cooling pools of them. She’d never felt anything so singularly painful and earth-shatteringly climatic ever before. Even trying to process the emotions and thoughts was impossible through the haze of her content and ache.

There were whispers around her. Worry and concern that when Zed found out, there would be beatings or worse.

Serhho stepped in front of her naked, with his junk covered in slime. She immediately reached out and took his cock in her hands delicately. She couldn’t take any more inside her, she wanted to please him with her hands so she could continue riding at the bliss and agony of her pussy on fire.

“So cunt? What are you going to tell Zed?” he demanded.

“Please,” she begged. The thought of Zed’s anger frightened her, “Don’t tell him.”

She felt him grab her hair and lift her head. The pain in her scalp was insignificant next to the fires raging through her core. Even the slap was a ghost compared to the throbbing in her battered holes.

“No,” she pleaded, “Don’t tell him. You can have anything you want. Just don’t, please.”

“We can let the bitch go,” Serhho told the others. “She ain't gonna do shit. And you all got a piece of that million-credit pussy.”

In a daze, she was lifted from the table. She felt the muscles inside her still contracting, pushing cum out of her body and thickly down her thighs. Staggering in his arms, she saw Kimura and Terellia, both on their knees, lost in the throes of their own torments, frigging themselves as the sated crew urged them on. Both were witnesses. Either one might tell Zed that Riley was alone. That she’d been used by many. She didn’t know who to trust, who the implants would force to betray her.

Serhho half walked, half carried her back to the command deck, and left her at the cabin door. He pointed, signaling for her to go in. With some effort she did. Staggering into the head, she closed the door and took a hot shower, hoping the heated water would work some of the ache out of her body. It didn’t, and even after minutes of scrubbing she could not feel clean. Soiled but freshly washed she slipped into bed.

She stayed far away from Zed, huddling on the far side, afraid he would wake and knowing she’d been used. When she replayed some of the events in her head, the implants were there to twist it and make her hungry for more. She winced her eyes shut and tried to sleep.

First Part:

Degenerate Star Part 1