Riley forced herself to look through the orgasm that was so close yet so impossibly far away and focus on the man beneath her. She ground into him, squeezing herself with every thrust, imagining her pussy as a warm velvet glove trying to milk him. Khold threw back his head and groaned, lying there immobile and letting Riley do all the work. He simply wasn’t interested in any effort, letting her drag him moaning to his climax.

She started moaning and sighing, acting as best she could under the circumstances, making him believe it was the greatest sex of her life. It was only a partial lie; the damned implants made even the slightest touches, no matter whom, feel mind-blowing.

Finally, Khold’s fingers dug into Riley's hips hard, and he seemed to lock up. She slammed herself against him furiously milking him with her pussy. And then he groaned and yelled, “Fuck!”

She rode him, slamming him deep in her, feeling everything get absolutely sodden. He leaked out of her and trickled down her thighs. Riley slowed knowing he’d cum, and that he wouldn’t allow her, even if she begged for it.

Khold had a fit of giggles that Riley found utterly unmanly. She was fucking a giant boy, a spoiled one that could hurt anyone around him. She loathed everything about him, especially his soft conciliatory act months ago in the hearings.

He pushed Riley off himself and groaned, “Oh, those mongrels taught you well, Captain. If I could just get this little slag to fuck like that. I’m half tempted to take you up on that offer and keep you for myself. How’d you like a trip to the Coalition Kandi?”

“Whatever you desire sir.”

Riley lay on her back uncomfortably in her own denied desire. “Kandi’s not from the Coalition?”

Khold laughed, “No, just some university slut. But don’t worry about her, she loves her new life with Daddy, don’t you cunt?”

“Yes, sir.” Kandi said meekly.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked Kandi.

“I’m sorry, sir.” She said as she leaned in and sucked his slimy cock into her mouth.

“That’s right, clean all that baby batter up.”

Riley watched Kandi work with disgust… while the implants told her otherwise. “So, sir. I have some ideas for the switch. Shall we discuss?”

“You don’t ever turn off, do you? Naval officer all the way down.” Khold sneered. “It's too bad you’re just a cunt, a couple of men like you would win us this idiotic Dysonian war in a matter of months. Oh well, the longer it drags on…”

“The longer it drags on… what, sir?”

Khold pushed Kandi aside and began scooting towards Riley, “Help me up, Captain. The longer it drags on, the more villas I can afford. Maybe even another secretary or two.”

Riley stood and reached out for Khold. She helped him out with some effort as Kandi exited the bed on the other side. There was a noise in the front room.

Khold barked, “Fucking security dipshits. Kandi, go tell them to piss off for another hour or two. I’ve got a few more holes of the Captain’s a want to fuck first.”

“Yes, sir,” Kandi said and left the bedroom quickly.

Riley was still reeling. She’d volunteered to command in the ongoing war. Federation morality frowned on women fighting in the front lines, and so she got a science ship instead. While the Coalition was seen as a bunch of petty warlords, the Dysoni were painted as a universal threat, a communal economic system that threatened the very existence of the Federation. Somehow the senator was profiting from it. He called the entire struggle, burned ships, wounded soldiers… idiotic.

“How would you get another villa because of the war?”

Khold sat down on the bed and pointed at the floor while inspecting his flaccid cock. “I swear that imbecile can't even clean a cock without having to be held by the hand. Does this look clean to you, Captain?”

“No, sir.” She said falling to her knees inside his. His cock was flabby, and cum lingered in his pubes.

“Well, don’t just look at that glorious sea serpent, clean it the fuck off.” He said while guiding her head to him. “It's all about the kickbacks. Avion ShipSystems wants the Federation to buy so many cruisers, and GalCorp arms them with this many particle guns. All that money changing hands, some of it gets greased into my palms.”

He laughed, continuing, “Then there's the Coalition. Those fuckers are slick, not exactly smart, but clever in a primitive way. Slaves and more money grease palms so they can raid the backend of space while all our men are out on the frontline. There’s a whole fucking system of cocksucking and money changing hands. But you won’t ever need to worry your pretty little head about any of that.”

She pulled her mouth off him for an instant, “You are fucking loathsome.”

Khold laughed from his core, “Oh sweet star’s child, if you only knew. You little people eat up all that bullshit about equality and freedom. And we ride you all the way to the bank. I think I am keeping you. It makes my cock twitch just knowing how much you hate me, how much are you going to hate all the other senators that will get to pork you. And I wanna see that hate in your eyes every time you choke down my cock. For the rest of your life. I’m never going to let you go.”

There was a click, and a deep baritone voice asked, “And what if you're not man enough to keep her?”

Khold froze up and yelped.

When Riley spat him out of her mouth and looked up, she squealed and leaped to her feet. Zed stood behind the senator, holding a wicked-looking blaster to Khold’s head. She threw herself up into him, and one of his arms wrapped around her.

She tried to smother him in kisses but could only reach his neck. Zed remained frozen in place still pressing a pistol to Khold’s head.

“I waited so long for you.” She whispered.

“There was some business to settle. Luckily, I heard there was a job to transport an escaped slave back into Coalition space.”

“Me?” Riley asked incredulously.

“The only one to ever escape.” Zed said, “Of course, they wouldn’t hire me a second time, so I had to convince the captain who got the job to take me along. He’s in his own brig right now.”

“You mutinied another crew for me?”

Zed looked down at her, “Aye, Captain.”

Overwhelmed, and for once in her life, speechless, she could only squeeze him as hard as she could, and hope to never let go.

“This is all very touching,” Khold said. “But I paid good money to have this slave hauled off. Do you intend to honor the deal?”

“Your deal is with another Captain. I’m what you might call a free agent.”

Khold turned around, looking up at the blaster and the enormous man holding it. “I thought you represented Warlord Vartine.”

“Nope, just myself.”

“You may want to drop the gun then. I’ve got six men outside. Commandos, every one of them.”

“Dead. Every one of them.” Zed replied.

Khold looked shaken, he searched Zed’s eyes for any hint of deceit. “Warlord Vartine will be angry, possibly come after…”

Zed cut him off, “I’ve pissed off worse. Frankly, this conversation is beginning to bore me. Captain, what’s your tactical advice in this situation?”

“You can’t ask her!” Khold sputtered. “She’s just a sex slave. A collection of fuck holes and nothing more…”

“Wrong,” Zed said evenly, “She’s my sex slave. And much more than that… Well Captain?”

“I know what I’d like to do…” Riley replied. When she saw Kandi standing in the doorway hugging herself in fright, she changed her mind, “But we should ask Kalee. What would you like to see happen to this piece of shit?”

“I’m a senator! You can’t expect a silly university cunt to understand the implications, the dire fucking consequences of harming a member of the Federation government.”

Kallee shook her head, “Please, take me with you. I don’t want any more trouble. Let's just leave.”

“Not really an answer,” Riley said.

Khold continued, unaware he was being ignored, “The repercussions of which will echo throughout the galaxy. I’m on the defense committee. Admirals, all of them bow down to me and pay for a chance to have lunch…”

Zed Shrugged, “Falls on you then?”

Riley didn’t need to think at all. Twenty minutes ago, she’d been disappointed. Now she hated everything the Federation stood for. Innocent people duped by wolves like Khold. It was just a façade that vile con-men of the worst kind, politicians, hid behind. It made her furious.

“Burn him. Burn them all.”

The single blaster shot echoed loudly in the room.

Months later Riley knelt at Zed’s feet. He looked magnificent in the command chair of a new ship. Riley had helped him pick it out, offering advice at every step.

“Let’s name her the Unnamed II,” he told her two months ago when he walked on the bridge for the first time as owner.

“Zed! No.”

“It’s Zed now, is it?”

“Sir.” She sighed in as honeyed a voice as she could muster, “We can’t possibly name it that.”

The teenage boy came out on his face, something he only did for her, “And why not?”

“Because that’s the name of a two-man fishing boat. Not a military-grade corvette.”

Vgg-r agreed, “She makes a good point.”

“What would you call her?” Zed relented.

Riley thought for a moment. Her life had changed so dramatically. The illusions she once had were painfully taken away. She’d found such happiness, such joy in being able to let go, to do nothing but focus on pleasing Zed.

“The Unmasked.”

Vgg-r spoke instantly, “Now that is a good name.”

Zed had to try it on, “Zed of the Unmasked. Unmasked…”

That was where she knelt right now. At his feet on the bridge of the Unmasked.

He kept her naked still, most of the time. Her original piercings were upgraded to newer jeweled pieces. Including one at her navel. Riley had to admit that even clothing had been shackles. She no longer worried about what to wear, how to prepare it, or what others might think. She simply presented herself as is.

Today was one of the rare days she wore clothing, at Zed’s insistence. Whenever there was the threat of combat, he demanded that she wear armor. It took nearly a month to have the duralloy chainmail fabricated. She wore it with pride, knowing it still allowed Zed to see her skin and protected her from the spalling damage of stray fragments if the ship was hit.

“Contact!” Sarina yelled, “Two Federation ships, six hundred tonnes each.”

“Let's see them.” Zed barked.

The viewport changed, showing two white Federation ships turning on their axis to line up together. They spotted the Unmasked and changed course. Riley identified them in an instant. They were newer very capable frigates, with upgrades learned in the Disoni War. Each was about the same size as the Unmasked, but there were two of them.

A light blinked on Sarina’s console. She reported, “We’re being hailed!”

“Open comms,” Zed ordered.

The bridge filled with the voice and picture of a Federation officer in his combat uniform, also white. “Commander Zed of the Unmasked, prepare to surrender your ship. You are under arrest for privateering, murder, and enslavement. Surrender immediately and submit to a judicial trial.”

“What’s the bounty up to now?” Zed asked the Federation officer.

“I am not a bounty hunter, I am an officer of the…”

Riley looked up and told him, “Eight and a half million, Sir.”

“Hmm, not bad. Is there more for you?”

“About the same, Sir.”

“So? nine million for you?”

“I’m afraid so, Dear.”

Zed winked at her, stood, and barked, “New command on the bridge.”

The bridge crew yelled in unison, “Aye, Captain!”

Zed stepped aside and Riley took his place on the command seat.

“What’s the plan?” Zed whispered leaning down to her.

“I’m making it up as we go,” She whispered back.

To the crew, she barked in a voice all too happy to be back in command of a starship, “Charge! Full speed ahead!”

Fini…

First Part:

Degenerate Star Part 1