Senator Khold walked in, surveyed her modest home, and then planted himself on her sofa. Behind him, a thin, light-haired woman in a short skirt and very professional business suit jacket followed. The woman stopped just in front of the sofa, to one side, and went to her knees. The woman set a datapad on her lap, and then her hands went to the back of her neck, in slave position.

Riley could do nothing but stand there watching in horror, wanting to flee, knowing that if she dared, the pain would be overwhelming.

Khold laughed, “Oh, forgive my manners. I forgot to introduce… This is Kalee, my sexratary. I call her Kandi.”

“What is this?” Riley asked. She struggled to understand why a Federated senator had a Coalition slave. On second glance, one that looked all too much like Riley. Her mouth felt very dry.

“I just wanted to pay you a visit before you are returned.”

“Returned?” Riley asked, still trying to make sense with her frozen mind.

“Yes, returned,” he said irritated and not used to being interrupted. “You know what, captain? Why don’t you kneel like a good little slave?”

Riley bent to go down on her knees, and he stopped her, “No, no. Over here in front of me where I can get a good look at you.”

Riley walked over to him, aware of how his eyes watched her move naked across the room. She knelt in the spot he indicated, right in front of him, her knees almost touching his feet. To her right, in front of her, was Kandi, within touching distance.

“Nice form, you’ve learned the pose well,” Khold said with a lick to his lips. “Lift your hips up so I can see that sweet little cunt of yours better.”

“Yes, sir.” Riley did as instructed, knowing the Senator could see everything. She stole a glance at Kandi, whose knees were wide enough apart that her skirt had slipped up, showing she wore nothing beneath it. She snuck a peak at Riley, then blushing in shame, lipped, ‘I’m sorry.’

“What I would have given to be on that pirate ship. I’ll just bet the crew fucked you non-stop for a month solid.”

“Yes, sir.”

Khold slid a foot forward, between her thighs. “Go ahead and polish my shoe.”

Riley felt an intense wave of pleasure just at the thought of touching herself to his foot. It felt even better when she did it, nearly sending her into a climax immediately.

“You were supposed to be mine.” Khold continued. Riley grabbed his knee with both hands and ground herself against his foot. She wanted desperately to please him, to get herself off, but it just wouldn’t come. “I had to pull a lot of strings. A science ship with all women. Except we couldn’t find a fully complimentary crew. Had to include a single man, which would have cut into our payout.”

He ground his foot against her, and she could feel just how wet she was as she slid across him. “But you, Captain. You were picked out from a dozen girls. Just the right conservative upbringing. Just the right lack of dating in school. Just the right lack of sexual experience. You were going to be my Kandi. A little plaything to mold into the perfect obedient whore for me.”

“I knew the pirates would… wear you in. But only for a few weeks. I could tighten you up later. And after being fucked senseless by every alien scum bag on that ship, you’d be grateful to just serve one owner. Just like Kandi here is grateful.”

“Yes, sir,” Kandi replied meekly.

“But you had to go and ruin the whole fucking plan with an escape. Didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Riley moaned. She wanted to climax, even listening to his gloating monologue, but refused to give him the satisfaction of begging.

“And now I can’t keep you.”

Oh, thank the stars, Riley thought as she continued humping against him. But if not him, who or what then? There was no way he was going to leave her here after explaining all this.

“So sadly, I have to send you back to the Coalition. Can’t have all that wonderful tech lying around for Fed scientists to reverse engineer someday. If they ever built a jammer, it would cost us billions of credits in lost revenue.”

Even though hard to piece together with her pussy screaming for release, Riley asked, “Us?”

“Well, not you, of course. But there are plenty of people who know on the Federation side. We make sure the pirates know where to strike and who to take, and we get our cut. And other fringe benefits. Trips to The Trace to pretend that we are negotiating peace deals with those tinpot warlords.” He laughed, “At taxpayer expense, no less. While really, those scummy warlords just let us tour their most depraved brothels.”

Khold glanced over at Kandi, “And, of course, we get our pick of slaves. Discretely of course. Kandi here is listed as my Senatorial Staff Aide… really, she just aids in milking my prick all day. Isn’t that right cocksucker?”

“Yes, sir,” Kandi replied.

“Why are you still dressed slut? Show some respect to your fellow slave cunt and get that shit off.”

“Yes, sir,” Kandi whispered as her fingers began working the buttons of her jacket. She tossed the garment aside, revealing smooth, pale skin dotted with a galaxy of freckles. She then kicked her legs out, not rising, and slid her skirt off. The high heels she was wearing stayed on and she went immediately back into her kneeling position.

“That’s better,” Khold said. He reached out to stroke Kandi’s head. Kandi winced but dared not flinch away. Riley could see bruises all over the slave’s body and, worse, the crisscrossing of lash marks. Riley was thankful her escape meant she wouldn’t be kept by him. She felt immense sorrow for Kandi, who was obviously not enjoying herself in Riley’s place.

“You two could almost be twins.” Khold said, leering at the two kneeling women, “Turn that cunt around Kandi, and let's see the both of you side by side.”

Kandi crawled over to Riley and turned so they were both facing Khold. He pushed his other foot forward, and Kandi climbed onto it, joining Riley in her task. The two slaves humped side by side.

“Hair is about the same, light reddish, cute on both of you. Kandi has a prettier face. Looks like you’re a little taller captain. Tits, mmm tits, now we’re getting to the important bits. What men really want when they judge a chick.”

Riley listened as she was reduced to body parts, bits and pieces with no value other than to get a man off. Kandi’s breathing was irregular as she wiped herself across Khold’s foot frantically.

“Captain, I have to say your tits are spectacular. Full, firm, like they’ve never been manhandled before. Kandi here is sadly just a little smaller, a little flatter and saggier. What do you say to that Kandi.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t worry, your pretty little cunt about it, we’ll get you blown up soon enough.” He leaned back enjoying degrading the two women. “Let's see now, flat tummies, that’s a wash; both are perfect. My cunt has freckles everywhere though. Add that as another correction we need to get fixed on you Kandi.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hips, pretty similar. But look at that, Riley here has really defined muscles. She is fucking fit. Kandi, have you been working out like you were told?”

“Of course, sir.”

“Doubtful. When we get back to the villa remind me to give you ten lashes for being a lying cunt. And to increase your exercise regimen.”

“Yes, sir.”

Both women were gasping by this point. Frigging themselves on Khold’s shoes desperate to get off.

“Stop,” Khold demanded, and both froze. Riley ached so intensely she wanted to reach down and fan the flames on her clit with slick fingers.

He pulled his shoes back and peered down from the couch. “Which shoe looks wetter to you, Kandi?”

Kandi looked, trying to stop herself from squirming in the air. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her thighs. Riley guessed in an effort to keep from touching herself.

“The shoe I was working on looks more wet, sir.”

“Riley, which do you think?”

She looked at each shoe. It was hard to gauge. Each was covered in the other's juices. “I think she’s right, sir.”

“Captain Riley? Are you sure? Are you a frigid little bitch? Why don’t you get as juicy as this fuck slave?”

“I’ve been told that I was a frigid bitch in the past, sir.” She couldn't remember Zed ever making her degrade herself like this. “Maybe I’m not wet to your satisfaction because I need a real man, sir.”

Khold backhanded Riley. It hurt, but Riley turned to look back up at him defiantly. Kandi quaked in fear.

“Well, don’t you fucking worry bitch. You’re going back to the Coalition, where you’ll get stuffed by a hundred real men a day, you fucking slit.”

Khold leaned down and grabbed each woman by the pussy. “Let's see who’s better where it really matters, these little fuck holes.”

He shoved two fingers into Riley. He then began jerking them in and out. The motion wasn’t pleasant at all, and if it weren’t for the implants telling her otherwise, Riley would have cried out rather than moaned.

“Ready?” Khold asked, “When I say, I want you to squeeze, Grab me!”

Riley clenched like she was trying to hold back pee. The soft groans indicated that Kandi was doing the same.

“Just not your day, Captain. Kandi is the winner here, too. Those scumbags must have really loosened you up in their month-long fuckfest.”

“Yes, sir.” Riley hissed back.

“It's not going to save you. I’m still going to sample your fuck holes. But I’m sort of glad that I got this one,” he thumbed at Kandi, “She is turning into a proper slave ready to fuck, suck, and anything else needed. Isn’t that right sweet tits?”

“Yes, sir.”

He stood up with some effort. “Go ahead and get my pants off. Then you two can get me ready. I want you kissing each other through my prick.”

“Yes, sir,” they said in unison.

Riley reached up to Khold’s belt while Kandi undid his pants fasten. In no time at all, they had him bare from his expansive waist down to his knees with too many folds. He sat down again keeping his ass on the edge of the sofa. Good thing I’m leaving, thought Riley. Won’t have to toss out the ass-stained couch.

Kandi approached him gingerly, as if afraid she might damage his cock with a touch. Riley ignored the extra folds of flesh and took it in her hands stroking to work blood in. She leaned in with Kandi and they each pressed their lips to him. Riley knew her implants were working overtime. She had absolutely no attraction to the grotesque man, but just placing her lips on him made her ache with need.

The two slave’s lips brushed against each other, with Khold’s cock trapped between.

“Fucking void,” he gasped.

Riley wanted to get him off as fast as possible, so she used her tongue on the fleshy underside of his shaft. Kandi, however, wasn’t keeping the same fluid movements. Riley reached out and touched Kandi’s face gently as a way of apology, then grabbed a fistful of hair and began guiding her.

They worked together, Riley yanking the other slave's hair as they slid back and forth on Khold’s shaft.

“Singularity.” Khold hissed, “You learned that in just a month, Captain? I think I need to send Kandi-cunt here with you to the Coalition for some training.”

There was info in him that Riley might be able to use. She pulled Kandi’s hair forcing the other woman up over Khold’s cockhead. With a push, she shoved Kandi down, making her swallow the shaft.

“Who’s taking me off world?” Riley asked huskily, staring at Khold’s cock like it was the most amazing thing in the galaxy.

Khold laughed, “The fuck should I know? Some raider Coalition trash.”

“The same ones that failed to bring me back to you?”

He looked down at her, then smacked her with an open hand across the top of her head. “Why are you asking questions? You should be sucking. I can fuck Kandi’s mouth any time I want, you’re supposed to be a treat.”

Riley kept her rage in check and asked demurely, “I’m sorry, sir. I was just thinking. You could send Kandi and keep me. The raiders wouldn’t know. And I wouldn’t have to go back to the Coalition.”

Khold cocked an eyebrow, and she could practically see the gears in his head spinning. “Some risk in keeping you. You look like Captain Riley, after all.”

She ignored the wounded look on Kandi’s face and kept pressing the slave down Khold's partially erect cock. She ran nails up along his thighs and replied, “I don’t think the other senators will care or call you out on it. You could show them how you played the system and still got me. Or there’s surgery if you aren’t that bold.”

He erupted in laughter, “No wonder you escaped Captain. You are the first one to ever do that. You know exactly how to play to keep a man interested and distracted. And that sounds like a dangerous combination.”

“But worth it.” She breathed, letting just a little fry sneak into her voice as she gestured to Kandi, “The pirates trained me for a month straight. I know things now that a dopey naive bitch like this will never understand. And… I know three more slaves not too far from here.”

“Your crew? Already gone. Why don’t you think they call anymore?”

“A shame, sir.” Riley was stunned but couldn’t risk showing it, She continued, “We were all trained together. You wouldn’t believe the things we can do now. Thanks to your implants.”

“I’ll just bet,” he said.

“My bedroom is just there. Let me show you if you have any doubts.”

“Tell you what Captain Cunty, let’s go try you out.” He shoved Kandi off his still soft prick, “Go on, help me up.”

The two slaves pulled Khold up with some effort. He easily weighed more than the both of them together. Riley took his hand and led him to her… the Federation’s bedroom. Inside she was seething, so angry she thought her neck might snap all of its own accord. When she turned back to smile at him, she imagined him dying horribly at her hands, at her bare hands. It was the only way she could fake a genuine smile.

Khold moved up to the head of the bed and then rolled onto it. He ended up on his back half-sitting in a mountain of pillows against the headboard. He’d lost his pants and shoes in the journey, but still wore the expensive tunic. Riley was glad. She noticed his breasts and didn’t want to see them in the flesh.

He slapped his thighs. “Climb on you dirty little whore, and let's see exactly what they taught you.”

Riley climbed up on him, throwing a leg over him and sliding herself down to his crotch. He was still too soft. Repulsed, but driven by lust, Riley bucked her hips slowly against him forcing her wet pussy over his cock. She stroked him with her lips while she put her hands on his shoulders. Tipping her head back to pretend to enjoy the ride.

She even tried closing her eyes to pretend it was Zed. While they might be the same mass, there was a huge tactile difference between the feel of muscles and flab. She ground into him, eager to get him off, to stall, to think of anything that might get her out of this mess. She’d escaped a better man than him.

Khold groaned for a bit, then barked, “Kandi, don’t just sit there, you lazy bitch. Get a hand in and stroke me. When I’m hard slip me into this cunt.”

Riley shifted, giving the other slave room to reach in and help out. Eventually, the two of them got Khold hard enough to penetrate Riley. And Riley was breathless. It had been almost a year. At this point, she was past caring. It felt so amazing to be so completely filled with something, anything, that she began bucking and fighting to climb to her orgasm.

No wonder she was the first. A year later all it took was one flip of a switch. To get her going again. To get her implants fully engaged. Even in the throes of chasing an orgasm, something nagged at a corner of her mind. How was the switch thrown? He had a wand but wasn’t using it for just pleasure/pain; her implants were fully operational. They were reading her, feeding her desires, and amplifying them.

“Where is it?” Riley gasped.

Between grunts, Khold asked, “Your orgasm? You haven’t earned it yet.”

“No,” she moaned trying to focus. “The overseer.”

Khold laughed. He grabbed Riley's hips and began slamming her down on him. “You think you can turn it off? I’d like to see you try, Captain. Outside is my security detail, a half dozen ex-special forces. And in the middle of them is my car, with a portable overseer in the trunk. Void willing, I’d pay good credits to watch that. Now how about you beg.”

She winced her eyes shutting out everything, especially the vision of Khold. As he moved in her, teased her into an aching mess, she knew he’d never give her release. So begging was out of the question. She’d only beg for Zed.

It was inside his car… she probably couldn’t approach the overseer or tinker with it… but if she could drive the car backward into something… the ache was overwhelming. She couldn’t tell how long she’d been edging on this monster.

“Help her out,” Khold said.

Kandi reached down, slid her fingers along Riley's belly, and found her. When she pressed a finger against Riley's clit, Riley could feel the implant vibrating madly, pausing randomly to keep her from going over the edge. She wanted to scream. She drove down harder into Khold. Maybe if she could make him climax the torment would end.

First Part:

Degenerate Star Part 1