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Jessica shrieked as she was grabbed by the throat and pulled free from his cocks -- with a far harder slap to punctuate the act... Her pussy hurt and she felt the blood welling from her injured insides; but no reprieve was in her future. She scarcely had a moment to sob before her forced her down, impaling her, forcing both of his members into her tortured cunt! His bano was not as harsh as it's partner, but the space it occupied forced her hole to stretch -- her flesh to tear wider, while his steere raked and ravaged her already-raw pussy and shredded her cervix.

Jessica screamed, wildly. A sound like nothing she had ever produced before, for an agony unlike anything she had ever felt... She cried and struggled -- she couldn't help it! The pain was maddening! When slaps turned to punches, Jess was entirely at his mercy -- and he was nearly devoid of that. She didn't dare raise her hands to defend herself; as the hits kept coming her arms hung at her sides until they flopped like a rag-doll's...


On the Bridge of the Vancouver,

The scream that came over the comm was so unsettling everyone had to look. The bridge crew ceased their own sabotage long enough to witness Jessica Nellis' fate at the hands of Meymat -- knowing full well it was growing more likely by the minute that they, too, could wind up as his captives. A young, female ensign in a red shirt fainted. Others huddled together as despair set in. Some even looked on with rage fomenting -- empty, and useless.

Captain Byrd sat with her pants down, staring at a console. Specifically the database the the Klingon was accessing, as she sifted through the same files he chose. The ones Jessica had added when they'd picked her up. Byrd cringed with every hit, every scream she heard. The little spy had clearly given the Klingon a lot of information, and his brutality was clear. It would have been so easy to hate Jessica Nellis with every fiber of her being... Yet Katherine knew everything about this situation was wrong.

Captain Byrd stood, and pulled up her pants. "I'll be in the maintenance bay," she announced, as she left the bridge.
 
Even now Jessica gave him everything she had. She looked like she was hoping to nurse herself after the brutal dismount of his steere from her inner, and then her chock at how it felt to be filled up with both. The wounds he'd inflicted in her were further opened up when the girth of both cocks pulled at her tunnel, swelling it beyond what it had received before. Because he had her by the neck, he could keep her in place as he thrust up into her in pace with his other abuse. He noted that her hands didn't come up, which should take some willpower, he admitted, but he was not in a mood to give her any leniency for loyalty and obedience that came too late.

So for a spell he fucked her and beat her, and it was a rather decadent activity, having his cocks crammed in and hugged by her formerly virgin inner, causing harm while he rearranged her beautiful features into a mask of punishment for having given away Klingon secrets as she'd unearthed them. The Vancouver got to see, and he didn't much mind what happened there, as long as her kind got to witness too.

Eventually his bano exploded into her, searing the cuts and tears within, christening her mangled cervix and flooding her ruined womb. He pulled her off him by her hair and made sure she slumped on her knees infront of him, so he could have her beaten face receive the load from his steere, which had more acidic properties.

He tossed her to the floor where his men huddled around her almost like they'd help, but once a tight ring of Klingons had formed, they just jerked themselves to completion, to shower her with their fertile leavings, making angry but approving sounds as they got to climax on the woman. As that crowd cleared, there'd only be a naked human female on the bridge floor, for both the Baktan and Vancouver crew to see.

By now Meymat had put his cock back in and stood up. A dismissive wave had them turn off the hailing. He came to look down at the woman who'd been brutally fucked and further humiliated.

"It is in her nature to withhold and lie." Lork said as he joined his captain's side to look down upon their prisoner. Meymat nodded to that.

"That doesn't mean we can't punish and one day kill her for it." he pointed out calmly. Lork laughed. "And the files tell us how important it is that we make a move against starfleet, now that they'd had this information about Klingons. Send the data to the others, and have them change what they can. We should not overplay our hand."

"What about her?" Lork asked and used the tip of his boot to poke her slick, cum covered thigh as though she was a dead animal on the road. She may still be conscious though most wouldn't from such a beating from Meymat.

"She'll entertain and deliver, and when she can't, she'll be killed." Meymat said as though it was obvious.
 
Pain overwhelmed her. Jessica withdrew inside herself as the blows to her head kept raining down; each strike was less felt than heard, each a peal of thunder that echoed from far away. Time almost seemed to slow -- she felt the raw agony between her legs, tearing up through her sex and to the depths of her womb -- as if to split her in two. She was a piece of flesh, the essence of excruciation -- she existed to suffer for his amusement! In that moment, she had no other purpose.

Jess screamed when taken off him by her hair; it felt as if a knife had been pulled from her depths. Forced to her knees, the blast cum from his steere stung. She wailed as it irritated open cuts and gashes left by the beating...and collapsed in a heap. Vaguely aware as the Klingons gathered, if only to slather her in more of their cum, Jessica heaved and let loose a rash of heavy sobs. Despair and pure, raw pain met catastrophically as her mind came back from the brink.

It was a miracle she remained conscious at all. Conscious enough to squeal when kicked. Jess tried to move but a sharp pain shot through her... She lay on the floor and cried, heavily, as she heard the last of Lork and Meymat's words somewhere above her. Jessica had just been through Hell. And was about the get worse...
 
He knew the way a head relaxed after a certain amount of abuse. He still owed her plenty and didn't stop until the impulse to punch her was satiated. Of course, if his hard knuckles would have done their worst, there wouldn't be enough left of Jessica to be mended by the doctor. He found some amusement when he dismounted her from his cock, and it sounded like a real weapon had been drawn from her. Maybe that was an idea for later? She suffered the steere leavings and then had no choice but to allow the wealth of the other loads as well. Whatever meditation she found on the floor only made it worse for her little mind. She still gave a good show.

Dragged by her hair, she'd find herself over the floor toward the medical bay again. Soon strapped to the table, and the doctor's glee above her. He went to work. He didn't need to do surgery on her, not when they had all manner of medical apparatuses, but he insisted. She was his for however many hours Meymat decided to leave her there. While the doctor did not have much to say about many things, it seemed Meymat would allow him some authority.

It was shallow cuts to put medicine on the swelling mostly, and her restraints made it so she couldn't fight it. Still, it'd hurt in her already mangled face, far from the beauty she'd been when she left.

And then a slick, blessedly thinner object was inserted between her legs, and another, similar device in her ass. The mending process was of a sharp nature. She could assume lasers if she had the mind to. It was a quicker method of rebuilding her erogenous places, and giving her her virginity back.

"It would seem, when you're not beaten to smithereens, you are a very fertile woman, aren't you, Ms Nellis?" The doctor asked as he looked at a screen with a scan of her ovaries.
 
Jessica was aware of pain and motion while she was dragged by her hair, but was in no shape to resist -- nor even mutter a cry, sob, or moan. She was like a ball of hurt, and in that she wallowed... In truth, she was hardly aware of anything until the restraints tightened, securing her to the operating table. "no..." Jess mumbled under her breath; or at least thought she did. Maybe she'd only imagined it? Or perhaps the word had been on her lips since they began dragging her? She couldn't remember. Either way, she found enough of her voice to scream as medicine seeped into her wounds, stung her eyes and face, and reminded her that whatever agony she was in could always be made worse.

Nearly on cue, Jessica felt the slip intrusions enter her -- and the burning sting of lasers, as the surgical reconstruction began. Tears flushed her eyes; she shuddered as much as the restraints allowed, and wailed against the pain. She knew it would be a long, slow, and agonizing process... Yet like everything on the Baktan, her situation found a way to get worse.

Jess craned her neck to see the Doctor's screen. "No... No, no..." She spoke, her voice a dry rasp, in dire need of water and rest. "C-can't. I'm not... I can't..." She stammered, as she watched the Klingon sperm fight its way through the swarm to penetrate her egg. Like all Section 31 female field agents, Jessica Nellis had been rendered barren to prevent such a scenario from ever occurring. Jess gawked at the Doctor. Whatever he had done to repair her virginity must have repaired her hysterectomy as well...

Jessica stared in disbelief, even as she was wracked with pain inside. What would Meymat do with a half-bred child? What would he do with her..?
 
The doctor had heard her No for a while. It was no deterrent for a creature like him. She wasn't as much of a biological experiment as a psychological one. They'd calibrated and tested these instruments on enough victims that they needn't doubt their performance. But how would the human take it? Now that'd be a fun thing to get data on. She was in pain for the medicine, and worse for the healing of her genitals and innards. It wasn't news but the doctor thought she wailed better than most because she was both weak and resilient. She didn't allow herself to go mad. Maybe it was her training, or maybe she was too afraid to let go. Perhaps it was the healing that made it impossible to break for her.

Throughout the process, she was still flooded enough with the Captain's formidable seed that they both got to see it take. It was a rather fun live show. He noted that she managed to watch the screen despite her agony. She didn't give her mind to the pain, but kept it to analyze what would happen next. Perhaps it fed into some kind of maternal quality. Even though the pain should be consuming her, she was clear in her mind because of the dread of her own impregnation. There was always such complex strength-matrix when females bore young. Even in a selfish individual as Jessica Nellis.

The doctor eclipsed the screen when he bent over her, and stroked her hair to lay it back down, so she'd look up at him instead. "You're a mother now. Does that change things?" he asked with a curious look. Though, being Klingon, the ridges splitting his face always made him look at least a little bit angry. He helped himself to a hold on her tit as he looked down at the wracked body of their former enemy, now toy. "Some say motherhood makes you stronger." he encouraged as he massaged her breast for himself. But that also meant she had more to lose, didn't it, whether she wanted it or not. Carrying to term could be devastating to someone who didn't want it.

"And it also in some way connects you to Meymat. I hear there is a tradition of being loyal to your children's sire among your kind. How does that work when he's your adversary, and also somewhat of a god to your current situation?" The doctor indulged in pinching her nipple. With Klingon claws that meant popping it right off the areola, but a laser and a needle arm quickly attached it again, when he removed his hand.
 
Jessica calmed some as the Doctor stroked her hair; such a simple gesture was practically a love language -- but there was no love there. She took in everything he said, though her facial expressions shifted so swiftly from the agonizing surgery it may not have been evident she had even heard him at all... Until she loosed a sharp shriek as her nipple was pinched clean off. Jess weathered the reattachment -- there were far worse pains inside that drove her eyes wide and stole her breath. As the wave passed, and the lasers aligned deeper, Jessica looked to the Doctor with abject fear.

Partially from the pain she knew would be coming. Yet also for her now even less certain future, and that of her child...

"What... w-will he DO with us..?" She asked, before the surgery resumed. It was hard to imagine a life growing inside her womb. Would he kill the babe now, to keep her as a fuck doll? Or would he want this child? "Would he even b-be able to love our child..?"
 
The Doctor was fascinated by her, and did love her for being a vessel not for the child, but for his own experiments. He had such an expression on his face that she may know, though it was entirely perverse. He was, after all, not motivated by war as some of his brethren. He hadn't even signed off on the agenda of Revenge that Meymat held so dear. He wanted this. This bay was his kingdom, and he got to exact its creed whenever he was given a subject to do so with.

But even that collected madness in the doctor broke for glee when she asked her imbecilic question. He shook his head as he had his little fit of amusement, and slapped her stomach to relieve himself of the impulse. "Why would he love the child?" the doctor posed and then laughed at the ceiling. It would seem that even Klingons had tears in their eyes when they cackled too much. "Oh, you must have become mad, after all. No, dear, no." he put himself together best he could and shook his head in a more serious manner. "He may eat it before he loves it." he informed her. "Or maybe he'll give it to me, if I'll have my way."

He looked down at her with some consideration. "Wait, you think you'll get to have anything to do with what happens to it?" He looked almost fearful of her stupidity. "You're hoping to carry this child to term?"

At this point, the cycles of the machinations were coming to their end, and slowed down accordingly. It had been harrowing for her, but it was over soon. "I suppose I can get you to him, if you would like to ask?" he offered. She may or may not be able to tell the off-putting glee there. At best, it would be malicious compliance.
 
Jessica tried to remain strong, but cried out as the tools finished their job inside her. Her screams were befitting the news from the Doctor, and that sadistic laughter. Yet even under nightmarish pain and suffering, when he asked if she wished to see Meymat her eyes went wide. "No! No, no...n-not until he..." She didn't know what. Not forgave her. Nor 'calmed down'. Until the urge to punch her to death subsided..? "...Only when he w-wants to see m-me."

She fell quiet even as tears continued to flood her eyes. Jessica had new fears, new concerns beyond herself...and a dose of her own fragile mind and eroding sanity to weigh on her. How long would Meymat let the babe grow before he decided to harvest it..? "How many more will he want..?" She asked, as exhaustion set in. As soon as it left her lips she realized she'd said it aloud -- the Doctor would have his laugh at her. Jess had poorly phrased it, but in her mind it came together -- if he kept her for breeding, even if the babes were never brought to term, he wouldn't be raping and beating her daily... It probably didn't fit into his revenge plans; but if it earned her a reprieve from the daily harm, it had to be worth something! Her humanity was practically unravelling at the seams.
 
The Klingon doctor was fascinated by how the human woman came unlaced. It was always an unstable thing, to break them physically and build them back through torture, because even if their brains were okay, the minds inside them still had to hold on to the trauma. It underlined how much of a shell the body was. That's why the doctor agreed on Meymat's sexual approach to breaking the adversaries that were caught, because it meant hurting them in two ways. From what he'd heard, Jessica Nellis had been plenty useful already, which might have kept her alive, but also made it so she had less use now. Meymat had kept her around as some kind of toy, but even that interest could be worn thin. Perhaps she was wise not to want to see him again, even if she obviously wanted answers concerning her future here.

The bonds that kept her in place unlatched from her, but by the time she'd be able to do anything about it, he held up a rather rough looking syringe. It was obviously made to penetrate Klingon hide rather than the delicate exterior of a human. The liquid inside it was a sickly green. "He may want a whole litter. Or maybe he won't even want you." the doctor warned. His motives were obviously to see what happened if she took the drug meant to speed on a pregnancy. "This will accelerate the process. Human gestation is 9 months without help." It would also make the likelihood of her getting to keep the offspring greater. He wanted to see if she'd take it or not. Sitting naked on the cold operating table, it did look like her other prospects were waning.
 
Jessica tried so hard to keep her wits, to play the game... To do all that Meymat asked in hopes to prolong her life and ensure her protection. Through torture, rape, beatings, lengthy surgeries without anesthesia, and now pregnancy she had endured far more than she'd been trained to withhold -- and God alone knew what else she would go through before death claimed her. The Doctor's words hit her harshly, and Jess might have been forgiven if the idea of birthing a litter drove her mad. Or considered pathetic when the idea he wouldn't want her anymore genuinely hurt.

She tried not to look at the syringe, but waited to feel it sink into her flesh. When she felt nothing, Jess understood the Doctor offered her a choice. She stared at the needle -- practically a stiletto, bladed to cut a Klingon's flesh -- and her gut told her to take it. Get the pregnancy over with, find out what would happen to the child before she got too attached to it growing inside. But what would Meymat have wanted?

Jessica figured the answer would probably be the opposite of whatever she picked, just to have an extra excuse to hit her. At least taking the shot would satisfy some curiosity.

The needle looked daunting. Jessica nodded to the Doctor. "I'll take it." She didn't know where the injection was meant to be administered, but she presented her arm, hoping.
 
He could only guess what went through her head. He wanted to know, of course. Scientific curiosity and all that. She may be plotting her escape. There were several mental techniques to get spies through this kind of thing, setting goals, reachable ones at first. A syringe certainly wouldn't be a big one compared to what she'd endured. It's cargo may, for all she knew. But at least the good doctor knew whatever she must be thinking or feeling was very real to her. This wasn't just some game anymore. Maybe the gravity of it made it worth his time. He thought she lingered on it a bit long. But her confusion told him why.

Maybe he'd be branded some kind of confidant to her from now on? They had put her through ages, even if she'd only been here a short time. Maybe he'd been with her for enough of it that they had history now, in her fragile head. He looked forward to seeing what kind of data that may yield. Jessica, if nothing more, was an interesting experiment, at least. He waited diligently for her because of that, without being insulted. He thought himself beyond that, perhaps.

Maybe she was starved enough for hope through her own actions that there was no real choice. He looked at the bend of her arm when she held it up. He readied the needle and found a vessel quickly. In all honesty this was made to stimulate the Klingon parts of the offspring. There were enough adaptive properties that the result would be guaranteed, but he couldn't know with a lot of certainty how she would feel during the process.

"I think you made the right choice." he said with a bit of blunt excitement.

-

She was shown to a room after that. It would have been a cell if not for the courtesy of a bathroom, by how simple the design was. Another metal box, but she had a bed.

Meymat kept himself busy by rendering the Vancouver without means of propulsion. His communicator got to use them to his hearts content, and would on occasion jog down to where Jessica was held to ask her more about the algorithmic firewalls and passwords that may speed up the process. But mostly she was left alone. Until one day, her only meal of sludge, was served by someone who closed the door without locking it behind them. It didn't seem like a mistake. Of course, free roam of a Klingon vessel for a woman in very rudimentary prison garb meant to expose and humiliate her, may not be the best of opportunities.
 
Jessica had spent enough time alone on her missions to be used to the quiet. And the boredom. Usually she had targets to watch, or at least data to check -- all she had on the Baktan were thoughts, fears, and the roller coaster her hormones were on thanks to the Doctor's shot.

All things considered, Jessica should have been happy. It was far from home and freedom, but she had a bed, a bathroom, one meal a day, and nobody had beaten or raped her in a few days. The comms officer came by to ask questions -- which she answered, fast, clear, and honest -- but she had not seen Meymat yet. She couldn't help being afraid of him after the beating on the bridge... Everything he had done to her was horrifying; physical and psychological torture, repeated rapes, surgeries while conscious -- and now she carried his child. Yet all of that she accepted with some cold sense of normalcy. Jessica was his prisoner. An enemy spy, a murderer of Meymat's kind. She understood those punishments and mistreatments. But the beating had come at the height of her cooperation, over some entries she had added to the databanks when she was on the Vancouver... The beating hadn't felt like business, it had felt personal. The moment Jessica had felt she'd finally pleased Meymat, she had fallen so far out of his favor. Or maybe that was just the Stockholm Syndrome talking.

Like any other day, Jess got jittery when she heard the door -- and the familiar sound of her slop bucket. Meals were exciting; part of her hoped to see Meymat with her bucket, but her body still trembled in fear; muscle-memory of the pain he had caused... Like a scorned child, seeing him would mean she'd been forgiven. But it wasn't him, just another guard... Just another bucket of slop. No conversation, no interaction -- only loneliness and closed doors.

But no ka-thunk of the lock being engaged.

Jessica sat on the floor, and ate her only meal. She had learned to eat all of it, right away -- leaving any for later only meant a half-eaten bucket was likely to be taken from her, leaving her hungry. She didn't know what she should do. Stay put, or wander the Baktan? It felt like a bad idea to leave the room for so many reasons... But it must have been okay, why else would they have left the door unlocked? The crew was more dangerous to her than she was to them...

Hesitantly, Jessica opened the door to her room and stepped outside. It felt wrong. She felt naked -- barefoot, dressed only in humiliating prison undergarments, Jess was terrified she might run into Meymat. Perhaps she could quietly visit the Doctor, or roam and get a feel for the ship and its secrets... It would depend on what she could find without getting caught.
 
The doctor had told him about her state, of course, even if it took some time to be brought up. And, as the doctor already knew, Meymat was not surprised. The more primal a Klingon became, the more in-tune he was with the natural things of their race. And, as with any race, few things were more engrained and instinctual as reproducing. Meymat would have already felt it. There had been incidents like these already. It was a common phenomenon in historical Klingons, and usually a big part of any character's fable. It was why the Sabal had recognition in the Klingon echelon; they were still rather pure, and strong in the handed down blood. It explained Meymat's taller and sleeker shape, and his slightly off-color. While he was not considered royalty outside of his family, fellow Klingons need only look at him to see his pedigree. He was allowed to roam free not only because he taught others what a true Klingon might do, but in some ways, everything he did was true, because he'd not been diluted as much as they. It was also why he sometimes had to prove himself, in collisions with other families and their prominent males.

The doctor thought of that now, when their leader seemed a little agitated. While the doctor knew the reason for it, as did Meymat, it didn't really help whoever he let his irritation out on. There were already three men being tended to in the medic bay because their captain had disliked them for no reason, that day. While they held their damage with honor, it was the obvious sign of a problem. And the doctor couldn't be more excited about it.

It was the doctor's suggestion they let her out. They'd been talking when he checked Meymat's physical development. Meymat hadn't protested and so the doctor had seen to her next feeding round would be the start of her limited freedom.

She'd encounter the doctor if she sought him out, and remain unmolested by the other Klingons even as a handful of them passed her on her way. He was looking over the bridge members who'd been assaulted by their captain if she entered the sick bay, and he'd gesture for her to sit beside him as he got a laser wash for his hands after manual surgery.
 
Jessica found her way to the Medical Bay, the Doctor's kingdom, as it were. She had wrapped her arms around herself and could not help trembling -- he could have been forgiven for assuming she were cold, but truthfully she was still terrified even though she had been unmolested by those she'd passed. Jess was a little surprised to see some injured bridge crew present... She sorely wanted to ask but thought the better of it. She took the seat the Doctor gestured too and felt a little out of place. Out of her room, not wounded for a change. His surgeries brought her more pain than almost anything else she had been through... Yet he was still the closest thing she had to a friend on the Baktan.

"Good m-morning," Jess said, her speech slow and hesitant. "Or I guess it's morning. I w-wouldn't know. They could be feeding me lunch or dinner every day. Hadn't thought of that..." She trailed off, a little lost in her own head while she made an awkward start to the conversation.
 
The doctor, Berk, found that Jessica did well on their diet of mostly protein and fats. He had a fascination and appreciation for all creatures, and knew Jessica Nellis was rather symmetric and attractive for a human female, even in her apparent distress. Their captain had certainly enjoyed her softness as opposed to Klingon females. The treatment she had been through had not been exclusive to her though, so she would be right not to put too much stock in his methods with her so far. Meymat's experience rivaled that of most known Starfleet captains, if the competition was just seed sown. Though, even if Berk was loyal to their leader, perhaps there was more sport in the way Starfleet did it. Not that they didn't expand in unsavory ways too. Her former faction should paint a picture for her. At least Klingons didn't sweep it under the rug.

"It's rather late, actually." he said and clapped his hands together, as though to get rid of the burnt matter, but there was none. He was completely sanitized after the laser wash. "You're coming along." he said and nodded to the screen on the table. An obvious xray of a human body with a rather active stomach was shown. The compound he'd injected her with was potent. "How does it feel?"

There was another screen beside it, a profile picture of Klingon male anatomy, where the crossection of the Steere was rather lengthy in comparison to the bano. The barbs on it were more prominent, and the slit at the tip was elongated and joined, looking mostly like a sharpened beak. If her medical Klingon was up to date, she'd see a report on males growing in response to "unknown offspring". Though, she'd have to slide her finger over the screen to read the rest.
 
A blasé "Oh..." was Jessica's response when Berk told her it was late. It should have been more concerning that her concept of time was that far off, but it wasn't as though she had appointments to keep or a job to get to. Keeping her disoriented was likely intentional. She didn't even feel sorry for herself anymore -- she just turned to the screen that showed the x-ray, her x-ray, and listened to the doctor. Jess couldn't hide a wan smile at the movement onscreen, and rubbed her barely-showing stomach at Berk's question.

"I don't feel much yet," she answered. "It hurts a little. No morning sickness...or evening. I feel... I..." Jess felt sad, lonely; she craved Meymat's forgiveness as much as she feared to see him again. Yet she deeply wanted to be held and comforted by someone, anyone at that point. Jessica was a broken wreck. "I feel fine," she lied, and looked to the other screen.

The steere on display looked monstrous. Not merely its relative size, but the shape and sharpness of its ridges -- the height of its barbs! And to say nothing of the tip. Meymat's steere had been blunt enough to force his way through her cervix, battering and bruising her narrow passage. She could only imagine being taken by that beast! The tip would slice clean through her sensitive flesh leaving a grievous wound; but those barbs would catch on the way out... They'd have to be surgically separated of course -- there was no way that steere could have fucked her safely... Jessica was sorely tempted to touch the screen and read more, but a chill struck her. "Doctor? W-why are you showing me this?"
 
Berk was fascinated with her and he didn't hide it as she went through the tides of getting comfortable. While she hadn't been opposed to conversation, they weren't really ever in the position to indulge that. But now it was possible. Was this who Jessica was in a social setting? All her secrets were out, and even she in her human naivety should know any more games would be fruitless. He also doubted she had the strength, anymore, for a longer king of game. He was certain she was being earnest in the front she put up. The readings he could get on her showed no dishonesty either. He nodded as he drank up the information about her state, as she gave it. She was full of life, but she was also in such a predicament. He didn't have any sympathy for her, but he was growing attached to what was happening inside of her. In a way, he was a father too, having provided the concoction.

But as she spoke, the door opened behind her. The good doctor Berk did not need to answer. He had been amused enough by her seeing the steere, and not realizing she was staring at her own fate, on the screen. Berk shifted in excitement but kept her attention for as long as he could. After all, it seemed to be Meymat's intention to keep her in the dark about his entrance. Though, with their hormonal connection, maybe that'd be harder said than done. The result would be the same because the human woman didn't really have a choice, either way.

"He is just being his informative self." the Klingon captain said behind her. Berk knew to move as Meymat circled her, to sit himself down in the doctor's seat. The rings in the ridges down his face were smaller today, more elegant. The metal was silver in color, but its highlight were yellow. He wore a thicket pair of pants over his uniform. Armed? Berk removed himself to the soldiers who were still on their beds.

Meymat looked her over, and his focus was a bit more intent than usual. He almost vibrated. "In old Klingon bloodlines, you see, there is an instinct to keep the blood pure." he tapped the screen and it zoomed in on the suggestive design of the transformed steere. "And if there are impure heirs about, the steere will activate to remedy the problem."
 
Jessica blinked and a tear rolled down her cheek before the door even opened. She had been a spy for so long, and observation was the most important tool of that trade... She was never in the dark, but she was in denial. She was terrified of the steere on that screen, and dared not to read any more. Of course it was Meymat's, and of course it would soon be forced inside of her. Jess just couldn't let herself know that yet. She was already frayed at every seam -- how much more could she take?

The tear had reached her lip when Meymat spoke. Jessica cringed, and kept her composure together by a thread while he sat where the Doctor had been.

He looked strangely regal today, and excited... It terrified her and turned her stomach. Jess already anticipated where the conversation went -- it brought tears to her eyes a soft sobs to the back of her throat. She choked back her sobs but the tears flowed free, blurring her vision. Jessica braced her stomach and nearly doubled over as he finished his explanation... "Our child knows..." She said, as the barely-formed thing stirred in her womb. "W-what do you intend to d-do? Eat it, kill it, raise it? Or just fuck me to death with your new steere? Or... Do you still...want...me?" Her physical pain was clear; but there was a fragile hopefulness in her words, too.

Jessica's fate -- her life, her pain, the fate of their child -- was all in Meymat's hands.
 
He could smell those tears and the hormones that came with them even before he sat down. He looked at her, this mess he'd made of her. It hadn't taken long to reach this. Her human sensibilities had been her weakness long before the physical torture had set in. It did make the new steere stir in him. She was a bunch of his victories all wrapped up in one fairly fuckable body. Even Klingon women had the flaw of attaching to faulty offspring.

But in her defeat and tribute to him, he saw something else. She had been his adversary once. She had done enough to be worthy of his pursuit. Like all the others, she had succumbed to his vengeance. And now she was going through her punishment. Her hearthstrings had lassoed around him like he was some kind of anchor in all this, and not the cause of it. It was a madness that was rather dear to him. He let her hang in the air of her questions. "Still?" he echoed, mercilessly. Really, when they got like this it was just them giving him more weapons to use against them. And, what was a Klingon without his weapons? He thought the way she'd broken was more beautiful than her predecessors, though. But was that even relevant? Jessica Nellis was entertaining, he had to admit.

"Do you want me?" he asked. "If I've grown this natural sword, that is meant for parts of you that you're growing, too. Jessica Nellis, who takes care of herself, and ruthlessly betrays shipworths of her own kind to save her skin. Wouldn't it serve you better to hate me? Wouldn't it make you pathetic to want me?" he asked and had a lot fascination in his pale eyes when he looked at her. "Shouldn't you be thanking me for ridding you of something of the enemy, that's taken hold in your womb?"
 
Jessica broke. It took only a moment to weigh his words before she buried her face in her hands and fell into a sobbing wreck. Meymat was right, of course -- she had to be crazy to be attracted to her enemy, to the source of her pain! It would make her pathetic to want such a vile and loathsome man... But she had fallen so far and given in so soon and so completely that 'pathetic' was barely an insult and more a statement of fact. Her shoulders shook while she cried... Jessica could have tried to deny the attraction. Pretended it was the hormones, the baby, or just a side effect of the Doctor's shot. She could blame Stockholm Syndrome! But that was not fair. She had craved his protection from the rest of the crew on the second day; yearned for his forgiveness after he had beaten her half to death on the bridge. None of it was rational.

Yet the whole ordeal had the ring of a twisted romance when Jessica's broken heart and mind put it together in all the wrong ways. A strange and exotic man had crossed the stars to find her her; crossed enemy lines, killed half of the Vancouver's crew just to capture her! Then made her the center of his attention -- even if it was torture, rape, and pain. Meymat had made her his, and made certain she knew her life was in his hands. Literally.

Jess looked up at him. Her face wet, her eyes bloodshot and heavy with dark circles; she couldn't help feeling that connection to him. "After all you've done to me..? You terrify me. I'm at your mercy..." She gushed. "But I can't hate you... You crossed into Federation space, killed half the Vancouver's crew. You risk a war between our people! Over me? To punish me for what I did, yes, but... But I..." Jessica struggled to find the words. To rationalize irrational feelings... She slipped out of her seat and kneeled before Meymat.

"I want you to hold me in your arms. I want you forgive me for what I've done, no matter what I have to do to earn it. And I... I'm not ready to die! Please, Meymat?" Jessica begged, daring to call him by his name for the first time.
 
This time her crying had another flavor to him. He looked at her, but his eyes also had attention inward, of how her crying made him feel. While not that different from desperation and a very deep frustration, it did not have that angry edge. It was a softer kind of dread, almost as though it was dear to her. Her red hair, that he'd let her keep throughout it all, bounced slightly. Her body was rejuvenated with the meals she got once a day, and many of her cells were renewed because of Berk's skills and dutiful application of their medical tech. Not to mention her youthful age and undoubtedly implemented health regiment to be a good spy before they'd ever met, before she'd transgressed so grievously he had to put her through all this. It all made her crying more enjoyable. But it was perhaps not the physical expression, as much as it was the emotion it betrayed.

He was mesmerized by the confession. She would know it was madness, of course, to hand him more weapons to hurt her with even as their relationship was this, of captor and prisoner. The sadistic side of him found it was delicious. A perfectly executed treatment, for someone who had deserved it over and over. His heavy head tilted when she told him what he had done to spur this, as though her own mind wasn't to blame. He did find it important that he listen to her, now. It was interesting, and if it was a performance, it was grand. Perhaps she was just pointing out his attachment and obsession with vengeance.

And then Jessica Nellis knelt. He looked at the woman produced at half her height. It excited him because he was on the hunt for her, wasn't he? His hormones were a mix of aggression and desire, as would have been suggested by the bolstered and sharpened steere. It was important he knew how sincere she was in all this. And she did seem so truthful, when her feelings spilled with the tears on her face. He let her say her part, have her fit, and then he leaned down, closer to her, but with his elbow still on the table to support him. They were still master and prisoner.

"It is not in my creed to forgive." he told her. "If I forgive you, you would be nothing to me. Perhaps that's not what you want." He stood up in front of her. This was not the first time they found themselves in this position. He took hold of her throat and lifted her. It was easy for him. When he set her down on the table, his blood rushed, eager to get to have her in the way their ancient hormones wanted. The armored pants were easy to push down, and the dangerous steere sprung up between them like the very weapon it was. In comparison, the bano was dwarfed, even if it hadn't lost any of its own size.

"If you'd like to win favor from me, perhaps rid me of this itch." he said coldly, answering none of her affection, even though his attention might be construed that way. The human had after all thought of him doing his task as an acolyte of vengeance as some kind of courting? The natural lubrications that usually pumped out from the bottom of the ridges on his steere were not there now, not when it was supposed to rid her of the offspring in her. He would await her answer as he looked at her, and would then eagerly start to fuck her with the spiny length he'd grown.

In all honesty, some of Klingon courtship did look much like this.
 
Jessica tried to understand, and as addled as she was, she likely knew Klingon logic better than any other human in the galaxy. If she couldn't have forgiveness, she would take what she could get -- even if that was a hand around her throat. She didn't fight it. Jess knew better; it took willpower not to struggle, not to mover her hands, as he picked her up like a toy and sat her on the table. She hardly felt comforted, but had been held...

The revelation of his Steere drew a gasp to her lips. It was terrifying. A monument to pain and brutality, more than large enough to skewer her and scour her womb...And without his pre-cum to ease the entry..? The natural blades would cut right through her! Jessica couldn't imagine the pain of pulling it out after the first thrust. His ridges would catch, gouge, and tear at her! It would be pure torture... A thrust was one thing, but two? A dozen..? Would she even survive, or bleed out before Berk could fix her?

Jessica's heart raced just to look at his Steere; she knew this act would hurt more than anything else she had endured. Slowly, she removed her meager prison garb -- bra first, revealing her breasts. Fear had made her nipples hard. Next were her panties, lightly dampened. She was aroused, but it wouldn't be enough to ease the entry of his new steere... "I know it's wrong to want you. To love you. But I do..." She said, then moved to the edge of the table, and slid onto Meymat's lap.

"I don't want forgiveness. I want to mean something to you," Jess added, as she spread her pussy lips and lined herself up with the 'beak' of his cock. "Maybe you could... Savor me?" Jessica requested, and lowered herself onto him...
 
He hadn't seen this display before, in any of those who found themselves here, and in need to be sacrifices to vengeance. Jessica Nellis was torn. It made her different than the others. Beyond her defeat she had become something else. Still herself. She hadn't vacated her pretty body like a shell. No. She was assembled differently. He thought she played her part well, whatever this was. He listened to her once he'd put her where he wanted her to be. She was full of sorrow, but not of loss, rather, something that she wanted but couldn't have. Her declarations said as much.

To her, this entire interaction was torture. There was a kernel in her that kept her miserable even if he would stop hurting her body. It had new notes for him to enjoy. She was the very embodiment of the things that might happen to the heart when captured. Par to his own race's logic, might won over all. It showed in her, blossomed in her. It had infected her like a virus. It was quite stellar to behold, when she sat there and explained herself to him, desperate for him to understand, but also just to have said it.

He stayed still while she readied herself. He hadn't known whether he was serious or asinine when he told her, anymore. But he felt the scent of her arousal, mixed up with the sour of her fear chemicals littering her blood system and spreading like cold perspiration on her skin. Would she claim to be ill fated now, not for her capture, but for him not wanting to capture her specifically? His steere twitched dangerously when she angled her hips so he'd be able to stab her.

"You mean something." he told her after her softly spoken confession. It wasn't as though Klingons were devoid of romanticism. It just looked different. And it could carry in their voices, some times. "You're going to be the relief I need."

His hand locked around the back of her neck. His own head was bent down so he could look at the fertilized cunt she offered him. He pushed forward, the matured steere parting her and and drawing blood even after just half of its insertion. His grip tightened around the back of her neck as he slid in further, suddenly, indeed as though the was piercing her with a knife.

Soon he was fucking her like this, the entire length of his natural weapon shoved into her, and undoing the good work the hormonal shot Berk had provided her. Killing her offspring from the inside, as was his intent. But during it, he'd bent her head upward, so he could look at her face as he was slaughtering her from the inside, severing their biological connection, and ridding the world of the flawed life. "I do savor you." he explained as sharp pangs of accomplishment rung out to become dull, pleasurable throbs from his steere.
 
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