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Jessica knew her fists stood no chance -- she expected retaliation. And prayed his assault might have led to the blissful release of unconsciousness.

Yet the blow was awful. It forced the air from her lungs and her eyes opened wide. Ribs broke. Jess coughed up blood, and groaned in agony, yet remained conscious... As the painstik came to life her eyes rolled back, she struggled to breathe, and came dangerously close to the edge of passing out. After a few tortured gasps she was back; fresh tears welled in her eyes, her body shook violently! She slowly wrapped her arms around herself, clenching her bruised gut...

Jessica's eyes found her captor's as she convulsed, ever pleading for mercy... She was hurt now, injured inside, and exhausted. She wanted the ordeal to end -- but had a sinking feeling this was only the start.
 
She was all instincts, but they looked different from other humans before her. It was interesting to know them through their fear and panic and anger. She was no so desperate yet that she'd give him any good information, though, it wasn't like she could communicate very well right now.

There was damage at the end of his knuckles. He could beat her to meat and that'd be that. When he chose melee for what his guns and blades could do, it was for other reasons. He watched the power spread out through her skin, radiating from the impact. Her breasts quivered from the punishment that her stomach took. Meymat had an attachment to how human women rolled their eyes. It was beckoning. It was rewarding. What a built in flaw in the human race. When she hugged herself, it might be a kind of pleading. He was not invested enough to consider it. She'd killed Klingons. Her life belonged to vengeance.

And then, even as the pain was going through her, he pulled the stik out of her gullet. Indeed like a sword out of a sheath. He was sure saliva and all manner of things would follow, but since it was not a blade, it wouldn't be fatal. She'd only be free of its pain because of its dislodging, not because he turned it off, which meant the orb inside her was still going, even once the baton was removed.

But he switched the small lever he had on the stik he held, and then the orb was off too. She had her hands free now, and she had earned that kind of freedom. Seated upon the orb in her shithole, it wouldn't to her much, but he'd like to know what she was thinking now.

"Are yo going to offer me something, Commander Nellis?" and that in itself was an offer from him. "What kind of human will you be, next?" Like she needed to impress him, like she needed to stand out among the suggestion others before her. The think with painstiks was that their pain would keep unconsciousness at bay, as long as it was possible.
 
Jessica heaved into a coughing fit as soon as the painstik was removed from her throat. She fought for air in thick gasps as blood and bile flecked from her lips, and clutched her chest as each wracking cough irritated bruised tissue and broken bone from his fist. It was a small relief that the pole only remained active for a few more moments. Once it was off, Jess was able to calm herself until each breath was a long, even, wheeze.

She was sweating and shaking. Her tears had run dry, but she wiped her eyes with one hand and her mouth with the back of the other. Jess went back to covering her stomach and chest with her arms, not out of modesty, but to ease the pain from the internal damage...

Jessica didn't look at her captor until he spoke; asking for information. When her eyes rose to meet his they ran a gamut of human emotions -- fear, hate, distrust, confusion! Spite. Even the tiniest spark of hope shone briefly, but it died after a long, slow blink.

"Will you LET me speak!?" Jess spat, and braced herself for pain. The last time she'd fallen for that ruse she'd gotten a painstik down her throat! Perhaps this time he'd return it to her cunt? Or simply pull her arms off with his brute strength!

Yet when nothing came, Jessica opened her eyes and stared at him; blankly. Incredulous, and puzzled... It felt like she was playing chess with a Vulcan, but every move she made, her opponent punched her in the face. She knew the rules, but her plays never mattered because the results had always been pain... And now he let her make a real play while reeling from the blows. Jess had to give him something, information he didn't already know -- but not something so juicy it would matter in the long run.

"We have a Klingon," she said. He knew that of course; Section 31 had to have a few defectors. Jessica licked her lips and developed a wicked grin. "Lursa of House Duras... Her brother could be the next Emperor... It's either him or Gowron. You could do so... So much with this. But you..?" Jess laughed, and it hurt. "You're no politician, are you..? You could leverage this information. Start a war. Prevent one... I gave you gold-pressed latinum. Will you give me mercy..? I... I need a doctor, damn it!"

Jessica stared at her captor; her eyes pleading and desperate now. She had found the gall to get her digs in -- she anticipated more pain. Perhaps she was just a slow learner, or possessed with an unnatural stubbornness?

Either way, it was time to see if they were playing chess -- or if she was getting punched again.
 
He let her tend to herself. That's all they ever wanted, to put themselves back together, but that only recovered their nerves so they'd be more open to new pain, once he decided to inflict it again. It was inspiring to him when she was obviously struggling with the damage he'd done on her inside, with her coughing, but there was little she could do about that. He played hard with his toys, especially ones that had been costly to acquire. She was nowhere near recouping her value. But maybe that didn't matter. She couldn't hope to give him something that would make vengeance itself forgive her, and so he couldn't either.

But the way she looked at him made him think she at least understood her own position. She may not realize more, later on, when they all became more complacent, but at least then she'd run out of whatever spunk was fueling her now. Maybe she'd even stayed quiet, even if it had proven to be bad for her health. And then there it was. Now she wanted to speak. It was an old tactic, but it worked on her, it seemed. Who was to say, maybe she would have sung anyway, but this was certainly a more artful way of bringing it about.

When she was done he knocked the baton against the floor, thinking. "That's no bad tidbit." he offered in her favor. He liked the begging in her eyes more. It fit the rest of her disheveled self, right now. And then he touched the stik to the pole that held her orb, and thereby her, up. A small jolt of pain through it might be felt, but it started something that eventually undid the chains around her waist, and her ankles. While the orb wasn't removed, she now had leverage to push herself off it with her feet and legs.

"I think you're as far from a doctor as I am from being a politician, though." he retorted and waited for her to move. It'd be interesting to see how she freed herself from her current physical predicament. She was an opportunist by trade, and in her blood. He'd like to know what she thought her advantages were now, when she'd been thoroughly molested and hurt. Complying had let her see her first reward, but she may not be wise enough to keep going with that. Either way it'd be fun to put her back into place, whatever she chose.
 
It had been such a small thing, a mere morsel of information, and Jess had foolishly mustered all the smarm she could to deliver it. If her captor hurt her, she'd almost admit she deserved it that time. When he tapped the pole she was ready for pain -- and swore she felt a tiny jolt! But instead the restraints retracted. Aside from the metal ball in her ass, Jessica was free... She was still locked in a torture room with a giant Klingon, and suffering from broken ribs. The reprieve may have meant little in the long run...

Jessica positioned her legs beneath her for better leverage, and slowly pressed her body upwards. It was a struggle, and it was painful... Her breaths were ragged, agonizing -- she had to work hard to raise herself above the orb. At least she had her hands to help; between grabbing the pole for leverage and eventually helping to spread herself, the sphere slid out of her anus and she was truly free.

She sank to her knees and sat on her heels before her captor. Her breaths were labored, her expression pained. When Jessica craned her neck upward, the snark was gone from her eyes; she was tired, she was hurt, and she was scared.
 
Meymat stood there when she enjoyed the gifts of his grace. It was entirely indignant, because there was no elegant way to do what she had to. All the necessary mechanics took place, and he got to see her humiliate herself to get better. He liked her faces and the way her anus sucked on the orb and how her hands dug into her cheeks to keep them spread enough that she'd eventually birthed the glistening orb out of her ass. He was glad to see her toll. It was better that even the good things that came to her, came at the cost of her own power.

It was satisfying to see Jessica slowly come off the orb, and entirely perverted, but it was better when she collapsed in front of him. She was at her physical limit, it would seem, and he hadn't really exerted that much of his own strength. "Exhausted already? But we haven't even been here that long." he complained, dry, as he stood over her and touched the end of the stik to her chin, that she would have to look up at him. Their difference in height now was staggering, since she'd lost elevation with the orb.

"Would you rather more celebrated torture, perhaps?" he offered. The cup of his armor, covering his genitalia was at an opportune height to her head, though she still would have to stand up on her knees to be at its level, instead of being sunken like this. "Put you mouth to use? Or you could stand and bend over, and put your hands on the orb, and I'll lacerate your rear until it bleeds. I am nothing if not a generous host."

He pulled the stick back from supporting her chin and quickly whacked on her cheek. It'd sting, perhaps to wake her up, but it wouldn't leave lasting damage. "I have found you human women like to be reassured of your sexual value, even when hurt. Perhaps I should extend the curtesy to you, since you've fallen apart quite abruptly. Perhaps a sexual aspect to the interrogation would refresh you?" he offered generously, nodding down to his crotch. Some races were absolutely ravenous to try and rely on their sexual prowess to get away from the continued mysteries of this room. Sometimes their skills even surprised him.
 
Even tired and injured, Jessica was a clever girl. She gleaned enough from her captor's comments to know she wouldn't be seeing a doctor soon -- her worry now was that she'd never see one at all. Would this room be the place of her death? This stardate the time? It felt too bleak to consider. She eyed the bulge in his armor and considered that instead.

It could have been an exaggeration. He wouldn't be the first warrior to do so. But Jess had a feeling that whatever made him so much larger and stronger than other Klingons likely affected all of him. It was also true that she had never tasted a male Klingon before; only Lursa, and that had been a wild experience...

A painstik across her face prevented Jessica's mind from trailing off any further. She rose to her knees, face-to-crotch with her captor, and looked up at him with uncertainty; an odd expression. She might have been trying to look sexy, or seductive. She sniffled, and a few tears found their way down her cheeks... Jess drew even breaths, and slipped off what remained of her uniform -- one arm, then the other, almost a strip-tease delivered with painful motions.

Slowly, she rose to her feet and did a complete turn-around -- presenting her flesh for his approval. Jess tried to smile, but no amount of effort could make it look genuine. She turned her back to him and her expression became pure hate.

Jessica used her uniform to polish the pole and the sphere, then tossed the useless garment away. She stacked her palms on the sphere and bent over to rest her forehead atop the backs of her hands; presenting her ass for her captors use. Though she lent no words, her decision was made. He didn't deserve her mouth. Her skilled tongue, or her deep throat... He could have her loose, stretched ass. It would hurt, she would bleed, but she could handle it. She already had. Jessica spread her legs, adjusting her stance, and angled her hips just so...
 
Another world of thoughts in her head. It focused them. Even the most wayward thinker were present in the moment when presented to the intimate blend of pain that these stiks provided. He was just educating them, after all. And they were eager to learn something that may save their lives. No wonder the leader of the Sabal enjoyed this good work, and rarely let anyone else do it. The suffering of his enemies, sure, but there were other things here, rising up from the revelations and confessions of these bad individuals. He liked to just be present for it, to bathe in it.

By humans Jessica was lovely, and that meant she used it. The consideration flitted across her face now, when she saw him bulging in front of her. She was not in the mood to give out favors, but she was always trying to think of the next thing that let her come closer to a conclusion that wasn't hers. How perfectly fitting she looked in the role of a whore when she was on her knees, peering up at him. He thought he might take her up on the suggestion, whether she meant to put it out there or not. He enjoyed her nudity, and her road there, and her labor to clean the orb as per his instructions.

He was much more distracted, let himself lose himself a bit in her ass when it lifted for him, and the rest of her bowed. More than the pretty much ideal pose for human women, he appreciated her obedience. It did look as though she was sorry, with her forehead planted like that. It was a rather inviting posterior, that had seen a lot of agony today. He thought about it as he rested the baton on one of those meaty cheeks. Pushing the cheek aside he could look at the hole that he'd made more elastic today.

The first clap from a large Klingon hand was loud. He made sure to jiggle the flesh on one side of her asshole. How quaint. He backhanded the other cheek and saw the same, satisfying result. An agent, wailed upon like she was nothing but an insolent youth. From where he stood behind her, he tapped the baton on the back of her head. There was a plopping noise behind her, as though something was released out of its shell. Something meaty and humid.

It was true what they said about Klingon genitalia, of course. It was two part for the males. One main organ, the upper, not too far from their human counterparts, but of course with ridges on the head, and armored veins down the length, all of it a kind of skin, but closer related to external armor than the soft dermal cover of human cocks. And under it was usually a smaller appendage, with fewer ridges. On Meymat they were both of equal length, and a plum color, testicles hung off the lowest one, that despite having the same reach, had smoother ridges. It was bad for Jessica that both appendages were solid in their arousal.
 
Jessica felt the painstik against her cheek, prodding at her flesh as he examined her. The first slap put her off-balance; the backhand felt hard enough to damn-near dislocate her hip! She nearly stumbled, and let out a strained yelp before she righted herself and canted her hips once more for his access.

She heard his members fall free. With the painstik at the back of her head now, she couldn't look... Jess understood the male anatomy, even witnessed them, of course. Two shafts, upper and lower, she understood the intended functions of the design. Ridges shaped to remove the seed of other males -- and to stimulate the female. Pain was inherent to their mating. And the lower, smaller member to deliver the male's own semen.

From her position, Jess could only look down -- past her swaying breasts and through her own legs hoping to catch a glimpse at the monster her captor had. From what little she saw he was already aroused...

Jessica took measured breaths. This was going to hurt.
 
Of course, in the beginning of adding this element to his torture sessions, he'd done it under the guise of humiliating them, and expanding his arsenal. But there was more than academic performance and development in him about it, he'd admit. But, as he gave himself to this perverse activity, he found that there was a lot to like. It was the domination, of course, and the way they smelled and sounded. But he got pleasure from it, the fact and the act. Perhaps Jessica, with her assets in flesh, had been doomed the moment he saw her on the screen, even before she'd incriminated herself. This human female had been destined to take his Klingon organ.

Her apprehension was clear in her tension, after she'd received his flat handed violence. It was only a little game for the one they were about to play.

Her head showed her curiosity. She'd would learn with other senses than her sight, soon. Meymat, who'd made the woman ready herself, got further into position and looked down at the split flesh with the welling bounty on either side. A pleasant view. He grabbed her waist with one hand to keep her there, and then pushed. His upper organ, the Steere licked her tailbone while the Bano sniffed up her trained asshole.

His thrust introduced the Steere to her filthiest hole, and shoved the Bano into her cunt. It went without saying that the proportions of the Klingon compared to his own kin echoed in the size of his organ, and by that measure, dwarfed human length and girth horribly. He didn't wait for her to adjust to him, and started fucking the deceitful and dishonorable redhead, easily keeping her in place for his strong, unforgiving lancing with only one hand, while the other directed the painstik around her body, there it could push into the side of a breast, and deliver jolts in time with his rhythm.
 
Jessica did not scream on the first thrust. It was pure agony his Steere ploughed deep into her already stretched and tormented ass. Worse was the lower member, the Bano, that he buried deep into her pussy... It was meant to be the kinder organ, but his size was so much greater than hers... She felt her flesh stretch impossibly wide -- felt the tearing of her insides as he penetrated her cervix! The pain was humbling; terrifyingly unreal! Jess drew in a sharp gasp on the first thrust, and felt light-headed as the pain washed over her. It was when he pulled out that she screamed.

When she felt the plated ridges of his members rake her insides, Jessica lost all control, all poise, any semblance of composure... Her knees buckled but she was held up by her captor, and her toes had to find purchase to stand again. Her wails echoed off the angled walls, broken only by sharp, heaving breaths. The next thrusts were not easier, and the addition of the Painstik to her rape kept her from the relief of passing out... Each burst forced her body to tense -- and her holes to clench. No doubt this was great fun for her captor.

Jessica howled and wailed; it wasn't long before her voice cracked. It was there was one relief it was her body's natural response, leaving her cunt slick. She hoped it wasn't just blood she felt in there, and running slick down her thighs. She wondered how many humans made it this far -- and how many ever survived it.
 
Her flesh was receptive to his. It was a great compliment to have Klingon women bleed around you. An act of war that you may win as a man. Though she gave him the same compliment in his first push, it was obvious she wasn't made for this kind of mating, as her soft insides tore too easily. How disappointing that the orb hadn't stretched her ass better for him. He grunted when his bano stabbed and dilated her cervix, and ripped the parts of it that would not yield. This was the end of Jessica's depth, and for him, it was easily reached. He huffed, looking down, and could see both all of her, in the curves of her body from this view, and her pussy and ass, having been made to choke on his Steere and Bano. He let her vibrate in the initial pain for a while, before he made it fresher for her.

Pulling out was the real punishment. He relished in her screech and interrupted it by penetrating her just as fully as before. He easily corrected her when she wanted to fall, and merrily added the painstik to her myriad of sensations. He was enough to fill up both her back-facing crevices, and was thus trying the very limits of humans just with his genitals. The poetry of this, and his apperception of it, was one of the things that differed him from others of his kin. She kept singing her pitched song. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't spill secrets to save herself.

He went on like this, and eventually slid the panstick around her throat instead. Letting go of her waist to hold the other end of the stik, it now crossed her windpipe and helped her stay up in a bad way as he continued to ruin her anus and cunt with his Klingon cock combination. His legs were strong, and he employed a fighting spirit in them now, which had them deliver frightful force when coupled with his torso and glutes.

"I am told it is a great dishonor to die by fucking as a human." he muttered, unfazed by the cardiovascular activity of tearing Jessica's pussy and asshole apart.
 
Jessica endured the assault -- she had no choice. She tried to breathe, to stay standing! Every time she faltered in her footing his use of the painstik kept her rapt in agony far beyond mere rape... This was torture far beyond anything Starfleet knew of. Beyond anything Qo'Nos would have sanctioned! Which was a useless revelation, if she failed to survive...

She locked her knees and tried to anchor her toes between the grates. She wrapped her arms around the pole and held on tight! She wept, she screamed and wailed in pain, and feared she wouldn't last even with the painstik to keep her conscious. Then her breath was gone.

Jessica was caught by the painstik, crushing her throat. Her captor puller her up, suffocated her! She had to grab hold of the thing and fight to pull it away just to draw a single gasp... It was all but hopeless. Jess had no leverage. No strength. There was no chance of answering him, she was like a fish out of water -- but his words weren't even a question. He was wrong of course; Starfleet would weep for her, call her a victim.

They didn't understand honor the way Klingons did.

Jessica felt light headed. Her hands scrabbled to pull at least one of his hands from the stik! A thumb, at least! Enough to get a single breath...
 
It was a dark triumphant feeling that wracked his chest, alongside with the impossibly soft friction that Jessica provided to his organs. She tried to put her strength forward, but that was mostly thwarted after the stik which had kept her awake now crossed her throat and pulled back. He could feel the panic in her pussy, it's automatic crush when her throat suffered the same way, but more so in her clenching ass, when it tried to help her in her panic. Her thought those reflexes was useless, and that strong societies would have bred this out of their people, especially agents of her level. It just further underlined her inferiority.

He looked down at her, momentarily distracted from fucking her into ruin when he saw her struggling hands. They were even more pathetic than her almost welcoming spasms around his Steere. He supposed he should use the built-up punishment in her body now, even if he'd rather keep going for his own titillation.

So when he'd all but fractured her windpipe, and given no heed to her small digits digging at him, he lowered the stick to cross her body under her tits instead, lifting them and holding her to him, but not in a crushing way. It would give her reprieve to breathe, and while she was still filled up with Klingon cocks, she wouldn't currently be actively fucked by them. By some measurements, it could be called a pause.

It was usually in these moments the prisoners spewed their information, afraid they wouldn't get another chance.
 
Jessica breathed deep; several long and painful breaths even as her position changed from bent to upright -- her tits forced upwards by the relocated painstik. Pulled against her captor with his cocks still inside her, Jess was a little grateful she wasn't being fucked at the moment... She let go of the stik and her arms fell to her sides while she fought to steady her breathing; but a rattling cough brought blood to her lips. The reprieve was welcome, be she knew it would be fleeting. A tease before the finale. A calm before a storm.

Jess tried to twist her head and crane her neck to look up and him, but the angle was too extreme. "Is this where I beg..?" She asked. It was rhetorical; and her voice had developed a throaty rasp from the screams. Her left hand came back to the painstik, and held on uselessly. "For my life? For absolution... Forgiveness. A plate of gagh and all the warnog I can drink?" She laughed, and it hurt.

After a fit of coughing, she got serious. "Okay! I beg... All of it... Please, don't kill me..."

Jessica sounded pathetic, and doubted it would endear her to the Klingon. But that wasn't the point. While she whimpered and pleaded, her left hand tightened on the painstik -- and her right stretched towards his hip, where his sidearm was holstered. As she unsnapped the strap holding the weapon, she hoped he wouldn't notice. A few seconds to draw it and flick disintegrator on, and she'd have a fighting chance.
 
It was fun in a new way, entertaining with almost a comedic undertone to fuck the spy up her guts like this, especially when her torso straightened out for the support of the stik to her ribs. But she liked when he stopped. Whatever bravado she put on didn't cover up the relief she seemed to be feeling. She settled into their small intimacy, when she was more his flesh than her own in her midsection. He hadn't needed the rest, there was plenty of his vigor left, and he'd let her feel it. Maybe he was building toward another rhythm. She was here partially for his entertainment, after all.

She sounded less like herself but her tone hadn't changed. He didn't believe it and she wasn't giving the performance her all, either. This wasn't bravado, this was insolence. Forgiveness from Maymat was worth a lot, you could likely trade it, since it was so rare. She could feel the slight push and receding of his genitals, not from motions of his still hips, but in themselves, where they were rooted on him, a way for him to aim them, and now they seemed to be entertaining themselves while she got to perform her little farce. Her laughter brought some pleasurable friction, but the jerking of her coughing was better, as he held her in place with the stik.

He noticed the hand, and let her go for the weapon. There were so few objects she could use against him in this room, and she thought he wasn't alert to all of them? Her pussy and ass weren't that good. As soon as she'd gotten the weapon out, he hooked his arms around the stik, and locked his hands behind her head, creating a harness for her. A full nelson grip using the stik primarily instead of her own arms.

And then he fucked her again, harder this time, and he used the grip he had to slam her down on his rising cock until her body flapped to meet his ramming. He didn't even take the gun away from her, confident the pure onslaught of his fucking, punching into her stomach from two directions, would leave the human unable to use the weapon anyway, to underline her despair.
 
Jessica was so close... The disruptor pistol was in her hand! Without warning her captor altered her position forcing her into a headlock, and her rape resumed. She grunted and wailed as she was slammed down, onto his cocks! The motion was jarring; the act painful... She almost lost hold of the gun. Hell, with the pressure on her neck she'd be lucky if she didn't lose consciousness! Her insides ached from the impacts, her chest hurt from the sheer force he applied... Jess tasted blood, saw the red fall from her lips... She was hurt. Bad.

She had the weapon in her hand, but not by the grip. Jess needed to maneuver it carefully in her fingers to hold it right... Between the pain, the pounding of both cocks inside of her, and the mounting pressure of the sleeper-hold, Jessica fumbled. The pistol went skittering across the floor...

"NO..!" Jessica cried out. She thrashed in his grasp; legs bucked, kicking -- and loosed a tormented cry of frustration, and defeat. The only realistic chance she had of besting her captor had just slipped from her fingers... Her outburst didn't last; but her cries did. Jess lacked the energy to fight back but her frustration was all too real -- perhaps the most honest she'd been with him yet.
 
While it was the most of a fight she could put up against him, it wasn't much of one at all. With his complicated, brutal cocks inside her, the outcome was already told. As much as she wasn't made for his genitalia, she wasn't made to win this, either, no matter how much she had to believe it. He could feel it when he thrust into her, and she reacted and tensed upon being slammed down on the rising Klingon biological hardware - upon first impact inside her, she lost something; every time he pushed up and pushed her down she retreated, became less. That's why he needn't worry about the weapon she acquired, because if she hadn't aimed or fired already, and grew ever less competent to do so, then she never would, because the fucking got worse, by his design, finding new angles, from which he could exert more power.

He gave her a small laugh when the gun fell to the floor. And he continued to thrust her down and thrust up onto her to celebrate her ineptitude. "What a horrible mistake. Do you think you'll get many more chances like that?" He'd disarmed her without even touching the weapon. In her building suffering, she had thought she was being clever. Now she was just a ragdoll against him, with no choice than to endure while her holes were ravaged by his foreign shafts.

Eventually his hands slipped off her, and he wanted to see if he could align her body just right so that he could fuck up into her, and bounce her without having to hold on. Eventually, she'd fall onto the unforgiving floor. His cocks didn't even sway, they were so hard and battle ready above her. He waited for the exhausted woman to look over at the weapon she'd tried at before. She'd have to crawl, and he let her have some hope that she might make it, but before she could snatch it up, he caught up and stole it for himself. With a painstik in one hand, and the gun in the other, now switched to electrocute, she might know another kind of misery was coming.
 
The laughter was expected. His words were cruel. But Jess didn't care about those things... It was his renewed vigor, the increased pace as he ravaged her that made matters so much worse than they needed to be... Despair -- real despair -- crept over her with its icy tendrils. When his hands fell free, Jess leaned back against her captor. She ceased all resistance and practically melted against him -- it wasn't acceptance, it wasn't intimacy -- it was surrender. Pure and simple. Jessica Nellis was done. Yet the pace he set, the pain he delivered, without holding her down... Left Jessica in a precarious situation.

She tried to grab hold of his clothes, the tight-fitting under-armor suit, as he bounced her up -- and let the ship's gravity bring her down. Jess was like a doll atop his pricks; a mere fuck-toy! And he was bouncing her like a bemused teenager! When he inevitably pulled her free, she hit the floor hard.

Jessica was disoriented a moment. And the pain was unimaginable... Hitting the floor had been a nuisance, compared to the pain that radiated between her thighs. With a grueling groan, Jess curled into a ball. Almost immediately her tortured insides tried to retract and wither to normal size -- but the stretching, tearing, and bruising... Her insides hurt like hell; but then she saw it. The damned gun, and it wasn't even far.

Jess grit her teeth against the pain and made her move! Meant as a pounce, delivered as a stumble that saw her land a few feet short -- with a new definition of pain, burning deep inside of her... He was already there, of course. Athletic, ready, and waiting for her to move... She never even had a chance, only the illusion of hope. She was weak, injured, and exhausted. Yet her captor stood with both cocks erect, painstik in one hand and pistol in the other, looking so proud of himself.

Jessica rested her head on the floor, and shielded her cunt with her hands. Playtime wasn't over yet.
 
He did feel it, the lack of tension in a sudden turn. He knew what that meant, and her continued adherence to it cemented it. He'd won. Some pain and some fucking was all it took to bring this proud spy down. He'd seen it on her. She was what humans liked to call conventionally pretty, which meant she was celebrated for features that stemmed from weakness. No matter how formidable she may be in the echelon of her own agency, she wasn't worth a damn on the Baktan or under the banner of Sabal. Even now, when he let her go, she held on to him because she feared the little pain that falling might give her - an understandable reflex, but one he judged her for. It meant she chose his cocks over the floor. He huffed to express the sentiment and then again when she fell and all her good parts jiggled.

He looked at his work when she folded over herself. She stayed in her surrender until she noticed the gun. The tension inflated her a bit, and he could see the foolish notion that her strength would be enough pulsate through her spent limbs. He let her go for it, that little hop, again only resulting in her jiggling upon impact, and still not even winning her the firearm. She looked like a real prisoner now, when she tried to cover her pussy.

A quick kick to her side would put her on her back, and the painstik touched the inside of her closed knees to jolt them apart, which would open her up to him just beating her fingers over her cunt with the stik. Once she did part her legs and understood her fingers would be broken if she didn't remove them, he'd push the stik under her knees, and push up until the stik crossed her chest, letting her legs hang off the stick. This left her cunt unprotected for long enough that he could shove the gun into it, which he did without hesitation eager to see what it'd look like.
 
The kick hurt like a raindrop in a flood. Jess was on her back without resistance. The jolts to her knees made his desires obvious -- she spread her legs for him, and moved her hand to her stomach on her own. She covered her face with the other, and tried to hold back a fit of desperate sobs. There was no way of knowing what her captor had planned, but it involved sex and pain, that was a sure bet.

As he pushed the painstik under her knees and pinned her knees to her chest, Jessica found it hard to breathe... The position gave him full access to her pussy and ass of course; bruised, stretched, raw and bleeding. Inside, her cunt still spasmed and throbbed, adapting to the trauma inflicted... Jess felt something cold slip inside, not terribly far, nor painfully large. She gasped, but couldn't see what he was holding. Yet the way held it, the angle of his hand, and the feel of the barrel gave it away.

Jessica's eyes went wide... She leaned her head back on the metal floor, and this time she did not hold back her sobbing; she broke down to tears. Jess did not know if the weapon was set to stun or kill -- but either way, the next moments would be excruciating.
 
He thought she was finally seeing reason, the way she adapted to his manipulations. On her back like a good guest, and something about how her hand went along with it, made him see her spirit in shards along with her vag. He tilted his head, as though he approved, as though he was even a bit proud of her, finally. Of all the intelligence she dealt with, this was the first time she'd showed she had any, herself. The act of a female spreading her legs always does something to men. The Klingon was pleased, but that didn't always mean good things.

Her anatomy readjusted when he folded her legs over the stik and then her, her cunt bulged in its swollen, abused state, and he couldn't help but look at the residual dilation of her asshole. Her body had become his body of work, but moreso her mind and new attitude. The gun slipped in, and the angle at which the handle let him push felt rather ergonomic. He smiled to himself when the barrel made itself an easy home in her cunt. Her bawling told him she knew what was going to happen. She had fought this indignity tooth and nail, and still she ended up a weeping mess.

He let her hear the switch a few times to confuse her as to how this would feel. But he didn't mean to end her already. He honestly didn't know what the trigger pull would do when her salinity was fully accessible, since the muzzle was inserted, but he wanted to find out. So he did pull when it was on stun, and pushed the stick tighter to her chest to keep her in place as he watched her.

"This gun wouldn't have been involved if you hadn't tried for it." he reminded her, if that even mattered to her beyond the pain. Sometimes, tortured souls clung to poetry, even if it made them more miserable.
 
Jessica heard the switch click as it changed position several times -- he wanted her to dread what would happen when the trigger was pulled. And that she did, a fact she couldn't hide as her sobs grew erratic and her whole body trembled. She never thought it would end this way... She was too young. Killed because her captor was done with her? Did he even know what setting he'd landed on..? No one would even mourn or miss her -- Section 31 would make sure of that.

When the trigger was pulled, Jess felt the energy surge through her -- she tried to scream, but all that came out was a croak. The pain began inside her cunt but channeled through her reproductive system, sensitizing every nerve ending and scouring her raw with an intensity she couldn't have anticipated! Her insides were alight with agonizing waves; residual pain radiated throughout the rest of her. She even felt it in her teeth...

Her body thrashed; there was nothing she could do to help it. Jessica's captor was strong enough to keep her stable, but her pelvis writhed and twisted as he held her in place; her head tossed back and forth and her arms flailed, desperate to grab hold of anything... The agony lingered even as the initial pain passed, and Jess drew heavy breaths between strained cries while he taunted her.

"I... I kn-know..." She answered between sobs.
 
He relished the honesty in her when she cried now. It was true agony, it was regret. In a way, he thought she didn't deserve this, this relinquishing of hope and this comfort in failure, but at least she didn't look like she found solace at what she thought was the end. At least she was wrecked with her situation. Her determination was gone, and all her training had been spent. One session. And he had endless more if he wanted. If she entertained him, she may live.

The wave of the pain showed as it made its way through her. The stun setting on a Klingon firearm did sometimes lead to death. She wished it might. Her tendons snapped tight as the pain journeyed through her, and it was unusual to see it originate through the victim likes this. He had a casual grin, but with an encouraging turn to the corners of his mouth as he looked down, and pushed the stick harder against her so her spasms wouldn't lodge her out of place. But, since it was not a taser in a traditional sense, the treatment didn't last for much longer than the trigger pull. It was a bad thing for Jessica that she hadn't been stunned to faint. He supposed that was useful information on his sidearm's effects.

"Since you know, then maybe we should conclude you're an idiot, like the rest of your faction?" he suggested.

"Perhaps now is a good time to tell me you lack honor. And that you lack other values as well, since you have obviously failed." verbal humiliation could be effective on most creatures, since it involved a conscious participation. Which meant the wounds cut that deep, all the way to one's self. He fired again. They both now knew her spasms wouldn't challenge the cross hold of the stik.

And then he slid the barrel out of her cunt and gave her exactly one standard second of reprieve before he inserted it rudely into her anus, whether she was ready or not, but as this point, her asshole was better trained than her pussy. He flicked a nail over the switch without turning it, but the sound did suggest he had. Then he pulled the trigger again.
 
As the pain subsided, Jessica curled her fingers around the grated flooring to steady herself. Her cries became strained whimpers as he kept pressing her knees into her chest, to hold her still and steady. She just knew more were coming -- that cold barrel remained inside her. And her captor's grin... He was amused, and more than willing to share his thoughts on her intellect and honor. He wasn't wrong in a sense; Section 31 did the dirty work so Starfleet could keeps their hands clean.

She shook her head, ever so slightly. "A Klingon would have gone for the gun. I... tried." Jess said. There was no gleam in her eye, no defiance -- it wasn't an excuse, only a fact. Most Klingons would have fought tooth and nail to escape, and put up a tougher fight than she had. Jessica tried, but she was only human.

Ruminating was a luxury she lacked, as her captor pulled the trigger again.

Jessica was immediately struck with another round of agony, as her insides were over-sensitized and ravaged by the pulse of energy. She couldn't move as he held her down, but it didn't stop her spasms from trying, which compounded the stress on her insides. Her voice echoed off the walls, reaching a dry scream, as she broke into a cold sweat. When it passed, Jess was shaking and on the edge of consciousness. Her voice was gone but for soft groans.

She barely registered the weapon's removal, but did feel it enter her anus. Her eyes went wide when she heard the switch, and when the trigger was pulled, Jess thought it was the end. And for her, it felt like it. Though still on stun, it was her third blast and delivered close enough to her spine to spread through her body on a quick and excruciating journey that left her gasping like a fish out of water! Every breath she took was strained; her eyes were wide and bloodshot. She was near her limit.
 
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