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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..?"
 
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