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Chapter Two

NC-17 for smut and major violence****You are warned*****


Hoshi was unaware that her cover was blown as she strapped the buckle on the leather outfit. Her hair was braid back in cornrows, but remained flowing down her back. Her lipstick was bright red in direct contrast to her dominator outfit, which consisted of a black leather corset, which came up to just below her breasts cupping them lightly. Her breasts were covered with a sheer white ensemble. She heard Melik yell for her to take her place.

The introduction to her music started and she rushed to the center pole, striking it with the whip she held. �Ah, heat is up, ladies, fellas drop you cups. Bodies packed, front to back, move your ass, I like that. Tight hip huggers, low for ho. Shake a little somethin� on the floor. I need that us to get me off, sweatin� till my clothes come off.� Hoshi let the tempo of the music control her erotic movements, taking the whip and riding it between her thighs. Acting like she was losing control, she straightened and regained her composure teasing the clients.

Hoshi scoped her target out, this time a Klingon captain. She walked down the stage and up to the Klingon, cracking her whip trying to get a rise out of him. He sat there calmly and placed a bid. She saw Melik motion out of the corner her eye. He motioned to a Denobulin who was actively bidding on her too. Melik wanted her to pay attention to him as well. Melik loved a good bidding war. It drove the price up.

Hoshi danced her way over to the Denobulin who was listening to a cloaked figure. She had been with Denobulins before and knew they did not like to be touched. So, she danced in front of him and leaned over him, sniffing his facial glands and letting him sniff hers. �Here it comes it�s the one you�ve been wait�n on. Get up get it rough, yup that�s what�s up. Givin� just what you love to the maximum.� She mouthed the words and grinned maliciously cracking her whip. She was rewarded with a wide Denobulin grin and she danced her way over to the Klingon.

The Klingon glared at her with a feral look in his eyes and continued to place his bids. She straddled his lap, leaned forward and kissed him. He crushed her to him, letting her feel how strong and big he was. She was suffocating as his tongue thrust down her throat. She panicked and bit down. He released her and she stood, seeing the blood on his lip. She cracked her whip signaling she was in control and he responded by grinning and licking the blood off of his lip. She skipped her way up to the stage and ended her program to a round of hoots and whistles.

Determination set in and she ran back to the boards to see who won her services. It was a tie! She would have to service both of them, first the Klingon, then the Denobulan. Damn it to hell! What the fuck did Melik think she was, a damn fuck machine? Oh well, at least she should get some decent intelligence. She motioned for the hostess to have the Klingon escorted to her den then gave instructions for the Denobulan to be entertained while he waited.


�We�ve got to do something,� Jon shouted to Phlox and Reed over the music. �The Klingons know she is a spy.�

�Perhaps we could bribe the master of ceremony so that we could go first.� Dr. Phlox suggested.

�The fact of the matter is that we are going to need all night to neutralize the explosive device they have implanted in her arm.� Lt. Malcolm Reed�s frustration bubbled to the surface. �We�re not going to be able to rush that.�

Jon hit the table with his hand in frustration. He couldn�t believe what he had found. Rumors about the elite organization within Starfleet were just that � rumors, until now. Recruits are hand selected and go through a rigorous training, almost a conditioning. The intelligence community rarely acknowledged their existence if they were found out. Why was Starfleet bothering to try to recover her? He couldn�t believe the show she had put on. It took all he could, not to shoot the Klingon on sight, but Starfleet was adamant that their presence and that of Enterprise not be known. Enterprise was hidden behind the fourth planet in the system, while a shuttle pod had been overhauled to reflect designs of Denobula. Jon couldn�t help but think back to a time when Hoshi had worn a similar outfit for him.


�You really do have to lighten up Captain,� Hoshi purred as she slapped the restraints on him and attached them to the headboard. She had surprised him by showing up at his door dressed in black leather and hardly anything else.

�Hoshi, what the hell�� Jon gasped in confusion.

�I said you need to lighten up Captain, and a good place to start would be to be quiet.� Hoshi winked and grinned as she put a soft-clothed gag around his head and mouth.

A light sparked in Jon�s eyes and he grinned back, letting Hoshi carry on. He became worried when she put a blindfold on him, but he trusted her and squelched his fear. Hoshi took his ankles in her hands next and shackled them in restraints. He felt something sharp, then felt and heard Hoshi ripping his uniform off of his body.

The thrill had him rock hard already. He didn�t know if he was going to last long. Next he felt Hoshi pouring oil all over his body as she lingeringly stroked it all over his body. She started with his face, massaging around the gag and blindfold. Then she moved down his neck and chest paying direct attention to his nipples. She bit and nipped at them, earning a low groan from him. �I said quiet!� Hoshi smacked his hip with a leather strap. It stung, but felt good.

Hoshi went back to his chest and ran her fingers through his chest hair. Her fingers were followed by her mouth and tongue. Every nerve in his being was on high alert. He was close to bursting. She raked her nailed down his chest and stomach, massaging the oil along the way. �If I take off your gag, will you promise to be quiet?� Hoshi asked him. He nodded his head up and down. �If you don�t like what I am doing to you just say yellow. That�s your safe word. I�ll stop what I am doing.� He nodded in response.

Her hands and mouth were driving him crazy everywhere but where he wanted it. Next she took his blindfold off. �Watch this,� she commanded as she straddled his hips. She parted her nether lips and started to rub her clit. The contrast of her red finger nail polish against her flesh as she thrust her fingers in and out made Jon groan inwardly. He could feel her backside rubbing his pulsating hard on. Hoshi was writhing on top of him, racking up orgasm after orgasm. She was beautiful to watch as she reached her peak time and time again. He longed to hold her and be the one stroking her. Just as he was about to yell the safe word, Hoshi slid back and impaled herself on his rigid staff. She didn�t have to ride him long before he was exploding inside her, gasping how much he loved her.


Hoshi took a deep breath and surround herself with the warmth of her memory. Everyplace else in her mind was a cold room. It had to be for her to do what she did. She sighed realizing she wasn�t going to get any sleep tonight. She put the mask on her emotions before she opened the door. Captain Bralx sat in the sitting room smoking his pipe. �Put that out and strip!� Hoshi commanded, remaining in character. After all, the character was what he had bid on. Captain Bralx stood to his seven foot four height and put down his pipe. He crossed the room and grabbed the whip Hoshi had set down. He wielded it against her like it was second nature to him. She didn�t have time to react as she felt the sting of the whip against her neck and then the grip of the whip as it tightened around her neck. �Did you really think you could get away with dishonoring my family and spying on the Klingons? Because of you I had to kill my father. Because of you he will have no place among the honored dead. Did you think you would get away with it human whore? Hmm? Hmm?� Bralx kept asking questions as though he expected answers. With each question his grip tightened lifting Hoshi off the ground by her neck. He realized this and released her unconscious form, which fell to the floor. He checked her vital signs. He wanted her alive as he tortured her.


Jon paced back and forth in the waiting room, his frustration mounting. Phlox�s appeal to be first had fallen on deaf ears as they informed him that the Mistress was already entertaining her Klingon guest. �He has paid for six hours and that is what he is entitled to,� a hostess informed them.


The first thing Hoshi registered was the foul smell of Bralx�s tobacco. The second thing she registered was the air on her naked skin. She started to move and found her hands and feet bound. �It�s about time you wake up whore. I intend to get my money�s worth before I kill you.� He whispered into her hair, lifting her by it and setting her on her knees in front of him. He was naked as well. �I assume your mouth is like any other Klingon woman�s mouth and that you know how to suck a warrior off? You better drink every last drop of my essence down or I will kill you right now.� Hoshi balanced uncomfortably as she started to lick his soft cock. She blanched as the sharp edge of the knife he held pierced the skin on her face. She could hardly get her mouth around Bralx�s girth, he was that big. She relaxed her jaw and muscles, reaching to the warmth of the memory that was Jon � her one regret.

Hoshi�s face was scratched and bleeding along her high cheekbones as a result of Bralx�s knife. He got off on all the blood, shooting his load down her throat. He roared and pulled her mouth from him, bringing her face eye level with his. �I would have expected you to be crying for mercy by now.� He growled and licked the blood off her face, his eyes rolling back into his head. He inhaled deeply, and Hoshi could feel that he was erect again. �Don�t worry, slut, you will see mercy by the time I am done with you.� He threw her off of him, grabbing the rope at her ankles and cutting. He picked her up and bent her over the sofa. The pain he was inflicting with the knife at her throat was nothing compared to the flash of pain as pushed into her and rutted on her just like his father had.

Throughout the next few hours he beat her, cursing her, cursing his father. She lost count of the knife cuts and number of times he fucked her. She was aware of pain all over as she could feel the swelling on her face and cracked ribs. She could taste blood, his or hers she didn�t know. She could feel his cum dripping down her thighs. She looked at the clock, praying for deliverance; guarding the only time in her life she was happy.

�I want to kill you from the inside out, like you have done to me.� Bralx tilted her over, slamming her onto the table. �You will hemorrhage to death from this,� Bralx groaned as he forced his way into her. She screamed at the flashing pain. He was ripping her apart with his girth. She prayed for death as he fucked her hard. He didn�t last long in the tightness. She whimpered as she felt her blood mingling with his cum. �May you keep my father company among the dishonored dead, whore.� Bralx took her hand and flattened it against the table. Taking the knife, he drove it through her hand and into the table. �So you can�t crawl for help.� He grinned as he got dressed. Peaceful oblivion consumed her.


�The Mistress will see you now, Dr. Phlox. Your companions may accompany you, but they may not participate unless the mistress is willing, � the hostess nodded to the two clocked figures.

She pushed open the door and the sight that greeted them was horrific. Hoshi lay close to death covered in blood with her hand pinned to the table. �NO!� Jon cried as he shook off his cloak and went to her. The hostess went to get Melik screaming at the top of her lungs.

Phlox ran behind the captain getting his medical equipment out of his bag. Malcolm took scans of her wrist checking on the explosive that had been implanted there when she had been sold into slavery. It was intact.

�I don�t think there�s any way we can save her. She�s lost too much blood. To perform the surgery now would be fatal.� Phlox informed Jon.

�This is just fucking great! I knew I shouldn�t have allowed Klingons into my establishment. Now look what they have done to my highest grossing act! They will hear from me. I want restitution!� Melik screamed at the top of his lungs pissed off about his loss.

�What�s the frequency to deactivate the explosive in her wrist?� Malcolm pointed a phase pistol at Melik who grinned.

�What�s it worth to you?� Melik asked with a mercenary gleam in his eye.

�Is it worth me not blowing your head off?� Malcolm asked, his icy glaring pinning the pig to the floor.

�She is worthless to me now, take her. The frequency to deactivate the device is 5.6 milons.

Malcolm kept his phase pistol trained on Melik while Jon programmed his PADD to emit the frequency. Malcolm checked the PADD over his shoulder and nodded his head signaling that the explosives had been deactivated.

Melik snorted in disgust and left.

Phlox ran a scan over her hand then extracted the knife from her hand and laid her down to stabilize her.

Luckily Phlox had most everything that he needed, even two human blood donors to help with saving the Lieutenant�s life. He listed her as critical yet ready to be moved. They moved her to the shuttle and made their way to Enterprise, unaware that they were being watched.

TBC

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