Closing her eyes vivid splashes of color danced behind the lids. Warm wet lips against hers became enthusiastic and pressed back. Riley reached out, wrapping an arm around soft, heated skin. Full firm breasts pressed to hers making her coo and melt into the other woman.

An arm wrapped around her. Gentle fingers slid along the back of her skin forcing Riley to arch her back into them. She exhaled into the moist lips against hers. Her fingers clutched at the thick tentacles writhing between them, rewarding her with a shuddering gasp from the alien she embraced.

The kiss was broken. Riley felt full lips suck on her neck, leaving a wet heated trail down to her collarbone. She leaned into it moaning and wanting more. A burning hand cupped her breast, found the nipple, and squeezed firmly. There was an explosion of heat in Riley’s belly. She squirmed and pressed herself to Terellia.

Moving down across her chest the hungry mouth continued planting small sucking kisses to the squeezed nipple. The sensations had Riley gasping. She squeezed the tentacles in her fingers and was rewarded with gasping echoes from the mouth suckling at her. The gentle caresses and soft touch were so unlike everything she had experienced in the last month. She reveled in the slow deliberateness of it.

Cool air tickled her wet nipple as the mouth left. There was movement and motion next to Riley, who was lost behind closed eyes, delighted in the myriad of feelings playing across and through her body. The arm around her back shifted, a hand coming up under an armpit urging her to rise. Another hand gently took the opposite arm, pulling her ever so gently up.

Riley complied. She savored being able to just do as she was bid enjoying how sweetly gentle this ask was. Opening her eyes, she saw Terellia standing over her, guiding her up and back onto the tabletop. Riley rose clumsily, her equilibrium a mess. She was then urged back, feeling the cool, slick surface of the table against her ass. A red hand reached out, touching her face. Riley clutched it with both of hers, rubbing her face and closing her eyes again. Pushed back softly she descended until her arms and shoulders also met the slick table. Perched just on the edge, her feet were guided to the bench on either side of Terellia, who sat between them.

Her knees were spread with the most understanding touch leaving her open and exposed. Riley tipped her head opening her eyes. Between parted knees, she saw Terellia, haloed in light, looking at her pussy with such loving that it made Riley’s chest flutter. The warm furries in her belly tumbled, and she smiled, feeling completely at peace with the universe. Ruby glitters danced on Terellia’s skin and in her eyes as she looked up to meet Riley’s gaze. Terellia gave her a fragile smile, then turned her head to plant a series of hot kisses inside Riley's thighs, starting at the knees.

The burning trail of kisses moved slowly down into the center of Riley. She relaxed and let her head fall back to the table. Eyes closed she could only watch as colors exploded behind eyelids with every kiss to her thigh. When Riley felt lips approaching her core, just a whisper away from her own needy pussy, they departed making her groan in frustration. The same trail was repeated down her other leg. When they got close to where all her aching was centered, Riley reached down to guide Terellia’s head into her.

Riley gasped loudly when lips touched her. Both her hands went to Terellia’s head, nestling into tentacula. Riley stroked and petted as she received the softest, gentlest, series of kisses to her wet slit. Moaning she urged the head deeper into her and was rewarded with a long lick that ended on her throbbing clit. Once unleashed, the tongue began lapping at her in long, slow strokes. Riley sang, her gasps and sighs becoming the music played.

Hungry lips wrapped around her clit and sucked so so softly. Riley cried out. The lips continued with occasional darts of tongue. Riley found herself bucking up into the face consuming her. The mouth left her cruelly.

“When I tap your tummy, please cum for me.” A sensuous voice whispered.

Try as she might the words didn’t make sense at first. Was she being asked or told? Told she decided as lips found her clit again. She would be told to cum with a tap.

The lips around her were not sucking this time. Instead, a broad flat tongue lapped at her. Each stroke sent shivers of overwhelming pleasure through Riley. Her body writhed of its own accord, and she forced herself to pet, to gently stroke the tentacles in her hands. She wanted to squeeze, squeeze them so hard, but she knew this was wrong. It was forbidden. And the gentle petting felt so good against her palms.

Fingers pressed against her. They explored her slit without entering, gliding back and forth against her. Riley moved her hips, circled, rotated, trying to entice them to push into her. She was rewarded with two thin fingers slipping into her. They pressed down curling away from clit and were pushed so deep inside that Riley choked on a moan. The hand guiding the fingers pushed hard, deeper to her, pressing firmly against her lips. She was filled completely, utterly, deliciously. The strokes of tongue and pressing fingers buried to her core drove Riley incoherent with need. She wanted, prayed for, desperately needed release. She was teased mercilessly for long minutes until she was a dripping, crying, thrashing mess.

A hand tapped her tummy and the world came apart. Her hands clutched at the squirming tentacles and she heard and felt the mouth against her crying out in ecstasy as well. In unison, the two filled the galley with the sounds of complete surrender to the ecstasy of their bodies. Falling through her own personal hyperspace Riley watched the colors of inner space play in shut eyes. Over and over again.

Riley came to, being walked down a corridor. Warm naked bodies pressed to either side of her. When she looked through slitted eyes, she saw one naked red body and one blue on each side. Terellia and K’rra walked her into the utility room where they seated her gently on a low cabinet.

Terellia sat with her while K’rra inspected the mess of foam that had been left behind on a counter.

“Whats this?” K’rra asked from the other side of the room.

Riley giggled, “Alcohol.”

No, that wasn't right. It was something else. It didn’t matter, Riley told herself as a fit of giggles chased thought away.

“Drink,” Terellia said pressing a bottle to Riley’s lips.

Riley drank thirstily.

“Leave her be,” Terellia said when K’rra pressed about the foamy mess. “I’ll stay with her ‘til she’s sober.”

Riley dozed off to the sound of Terellia cleaning up her mess. She dreamed in short broken vividly technicolor spurts, all amounting to nothing more than noise and fury.

When she woke, she found someone had thrown a work apron over her as a makeshift blanket.

“Captain.” Terellia said.

Riley woke with a shudder.

“Second shift is over.”

Sitting up Riley blinked. The lights were still bright but not as painful as they had been earlier.

“Where is the crew?” Riley asked.

“K’rra dismissed them and left herself. She asked me to stay with you, but you really need to get back to Zed. He’s been asking for you.”

“Blast it. The whole day… gone.” Riley looked over to where she’d mixed her concoction earlier. Everything had been cleared away.

“Where’s the bucket?”

“In a cabinet. Secured with the other FOD.”

“Show me,” Riley said as she rose on shaky legs.

Terellia showed her where the chemical bucket and bag of plastic shaving were. The hallucinogens had worked. The memory of her confused thoughts, distorted perceptions, and shifting equilibrium would make piloting a spacecraft nearly impossible. Riley considered moving the drugs right now. They needed to be stowed on the bridge, and it would be impossible for her to casually carry them in if things got spicy. She left them for now. It was imperative to get them moved tonight, even if she had to stay awake the whole evening.

Riley also checked the tool bag with her firearm. It was still there, the pistol lying snug at the bottom.

She then padded on bare feet back to the cabin. Zed was not there, so she cleaned and waited for his return in her slave position.

He entered and stood a moment looking down at her. She hated and adored his smug grin both at once. He walked toward her stripping his shirt off.

“When do we arrive?” Riley asked.

Zed was quiet, then walked past her. He sat and worked at his boots. “Just before first shift. Help me out with these.”

Riley turned to face him and placed her hands on his feet. She worked the boots off lovingly, more lovingly than she ever imagined doing such a simple task. Being able to help Zed made her feel a wholeness that was hard to describe even to herself. It just felt right.

“So,” he touched her chin and made her look up at him, “what did you get up to today? There’s stories.”

The heat that spread across her face was undeniable. Zed’s smug smile returned as he watched her blush.

“I just… wanted to say goodbye… to my dearest… sister slave.”

He laughed, “Is that what that was?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you ordered her to say goodbye like that?”

No. It was mutual. His implication that she used rank to get what she wanted stung. “No. Sir! It just… sort of happened.”

“In front of half my crew?”

“Was that inappropriate, Sir?”

“Not at all. The water system nearly crashed.” Zed explained when she looked confused, “Six showers going off at once. You certainly entertained.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. We just… had a moment.” Riley was unsure how she could ever face her subordinate again. It was one thing to be forced to please each other, but this had been something different. Riley tried to sort out her conflicting feelings, she was attracted to men. Men, period. And yet, it had felt so good. It had to have been the drugs.

“Let me know next time.”

“I’m yours. You can have that any time you wish.”

“Yeah, well, the way you said, ‘it was a moment,’ makes me think I missed something very fucking hot in ways that can’t be ordered.”

Riley hugged herself thinking of that moment. With Zed there, it felt dirtier than it had earlier.

He grabbed her and tossed her into the bed. She squealed, and purred, and gasped, and moaned, and eventually begged. He rode her roughly. His hands were everywhere, taking everything they wanted. And when he pushed into her with a grunt, it affirmed that she was made for cock. This was so much better, being thrown down and ravaged knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it. And nothing in the universe that would make her want to stop it.

When he finished, he fell into a fast slumber. Riley felt energized, she wanted him to continue playing with her, using her like his plaything. She bit her tongue and waited. After fifteen minutes of grinding her thighs against him, she rolled out of bed and went to the head. With the ring on her finger she went back into the cabin, heard Zed snore, then let herself out.

She slipped through the corridors to the utility room. Inside she retrieved the covered bucket, and the bag of shavings. Back through the same empty passageways, to the bridge. She took a breath and used the ring.

Standing naked with the bucket, she peered inside and saw no one. It wasn’t necessary to man a bridge in hyperspace. The ship was following its course and would exit back to real space without any need for a pilot. It was the best practice, though. Something could force an early exit, and if it was an interdictor ship, they’d be sitting ducks.

She looked around the bridge quickly looking for a hiding spot. If there was danger tomorrow the bridge crew would gather around the Navigation work console. Riley pictured where she would be, the same spot she’d been in the last few conversations.

Behind her usual spot was a crash bench. She went to it and opened it up. Inside were emergency vacc-suits. This was perfect. She shoved them aside with no luck, then turned a helmet upside down. The cavity in the helmet was the perfect size to set the bucket in. She placed the shavings in the crook of a suit arm and closed the bench. It latched with a satisfying click, and she knew it would not open until someone did so on purpose. She just hoped that was herself.

There was a great temptation to check ship logs, but that had gotten her caught last time. Instead, she stole back to the cabin and slipped back into bed. Checking the bedside alarm, she saw it was already set to alert just before the first shift.

First Part:

Degenerate Star Part 1