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WARNING! Violent RAPE in this chapter!

Chapter Two

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Hoshi was unaware her cover was blown as she strapped the buckle on the leather outfit. Her hair was braided back in rowsrows, but flowed down her back. Her lipstick was a bright, annoying red, in direct contrast to her blacker-than-black dominatrix outfit, which consisted of a black leather corset that came up to just below her breasts, pushing them higher. Her breasts were covered with a sheer white gauze-like material that left little to the imagination. Hearing Melik yell for her, she took her place.

The introduction to the music started and she rushed to the center pole, striking it with the whip she held. Hoshi let the tempo of the music control her erotic movements, taking the whip and riding it between her thighs, rubbing it against her crotch.

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 and trying to get a rise out of him. He sat there calmly, placing a bid. She saw Melik motion out of the corner of her eye to a Denobulin who was actively bidding on her. Melik loved a good bidding war because it drove the price up.

Hoshi danced her way over to the Denobulan who was listening to a cloaked figure, who stooped next to him.

She had been with Denoblans 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.

Mouthing the words to the song, Hosrinnrinned maliciously and cracked her whip. She was rewarded with a wide Denobulin grin, then she danced her way over to the Klingon.

Glaring at her with a feral look in his eyes, the Klingon continued to place his bids. She sat on his lap, leaned forward and kissed him. He crushed her, letting her feel how strong he was.

She was suffocating as his tongue thrust down her throat and she panicked, biting down hard on his lip. He released her and she stood, seeing the blood on his lip.

Hoshi cracked her whip, signaling she was in control. The Klingon responded by grinning maliciously and licking the blood off his lip. She skipped her way up to the stage and ended her program to a round of applause and whistles.

Running back to the boards to see who won her services, she cursed. It was 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.

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“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,” Phlox suggested.
are 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 it.”

Hitting the table in frustration, Jon couldn’t believe what he had discovered in the last few hours.

Rumors about an elite organization within Starfleet were just that – rumors.

Recruits were hand-selected and went through a rigorous training, almost a conditioning. The intelligence community rarely acknowledged their existence if they were found out, and Jon wondered why Starfleet was bothering to try to recover her?

He couldn’t believe the show she had put on. It was all he could do not to shoot the Klingon on sight, but Starfleet was adamant that its presence and that of Enterprise not be known.

Enterprise was hidden behind the fourth planet in the system, while a shuttlepod had been fitted to look like a Denobulan shuttle. Jon couldn’t help but think back to a time when Hoshi had worn a similar outfit for him.

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“You really do need to lighten up, Captain,” Hoshi purred as she slapped 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 into his 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. Hoshi took his ankles in her hands and shackled them to the bed frame.

He felt something sharp, then felt and heard Hoshi ripping his uniform off.

The thrill had him rock hard, and he didn’t know if he was going to last long.

Pouring oil all over him Hoshi lingeringly stroked it all over his body. She started with his face, massaging around the gag and blindfold. Thhe mhe moved down his neck and chest, paying direct attention to his erect nipples and biting and nipping at them, earning a low, tortured 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, following closely with her teeth and tongue. He was close to bursting as she raked her nails down his chest and stomach, massaging the oil along the way.

“If I take offr gar 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, just say yellow. That’s your safe word. I’ll stop what I am doing.”

He nodded in response.

Her hands and mouth drove him crazy everywhere but where he wanted it.

Taking off his blindfold, she smiled. “Watch this,” she commanded as she straddled his hips, parting her nether lips and starting to rub her clit.

The contrast of her red fingernail polish against her pink flesh as she thrust her fingers in and out made Jon groan. He could feel her backside rocking against his pulsating hard-on as she writhed on top of him, racking up orgasm after orgasm. She was beautiful to watch as she reached her peak again and again.

He longed to hold her and be the one stroking her, and 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 coming inside her, gasping how much he loved her.

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Hoshi took a deep breath and surround herself with the warmth of her memories with Jon. Everyplace else in her mind was cold, for it helped her carry out her assignment. She sighed, realizing she wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.

Putting the mask on her emotions, she opened the door.

Captain Bralx sat in the small den smoking his pipe.

“Put that out and strip!” Hoshi commanded, remaining in character. After all, the character is what he had bid on.

Captain Bralx stood to his over two-meter height and put down his pipe. Crossing the room, he grabbed the whip Hoshi set down, and wielded it against her.

She didn’t have time to react as she felt the sting of the whip against her neck and then the grip of it tightened.

“Did you really think you could get away with dishonoring my family and spying on the Klingon Empire? Because of you, my father is dead. 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. Checking her vital signs, Bralx smiled.

He wanted her alive as he tortured her.

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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.

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The first thing Hoshi registered was the foul smell of her attacker's tobacco. The second thing she registered was her state of undress. 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 be I k 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 too. “I assume your mouth is like any other Klingon female's mouth and you know how to suck a warrior off? You better drink every last drop of my come or I will kill you right now.”

Hoshi balanced uncomfortably ae ste started to lick his soft cock. She winced as the sharp edge of the knife he held to her pierced the skin of her face. She could hardly get her mouth around Bralx’s girth -- he was that big, so she relaxed her jaw muscles.

Hoshi’s face was scratched and bleeding along her high cheekbones as a result of Bralx’s knife. Getting off on all the blood, he shot his load down her throat, roaring and pulling her mouth off him.

“I would have expected you to be crying for mercy by now,” he growled, lifting her onto his lap. He licked the blood off her face and inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back into his head.

Hoshi could feel another erection grow and she whimpered softly.

“Don’t worry, slut, you will see mercy by the time I am done with you.” He threw her off him, grabbing the rope at her ankles and cutting it. Picking her up, Bralx 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 he pushed into her and rutted on her. His girth stretched her sex, filling her.

Throughout the next few hours he beat her -- cursing her and his father. She lost count of the cuts and number of times he fucked her.

She was only aware of the pain as she felt her face swell and her ribs crack. She could taste blood, his or hers she didn’t know. She could feel his cum dripping down her thighs and she looked at the clock, praying for deliverance.

“I wao kio kill you from the inside out.” Bralx forced her onto a table and rubbed his cock along her slit.

“You will hemorrhage to death from this,” Bralx said with a laugh as he pushed the tip of his cock against her anus, forcing his way into her.

Screaming as he buried himself inside her, she begged for him to stop. He was tearing her apart and she prayed for a quicker death as he fucked her harder.

He didn’t last long in her tight hole, and she whimpered as she felt her blood mingling with his cum.

“May you keep my father company among the dishonored dead, whore,” Bralx spat as he took her hand and flattened it against the table.

Taking a knife, he drove it through her hand and into the table. “So you can’t crawl for help,” he whispered harshly and licked her cheek.

She felt herself sliding into peaceful oblivion, drawing her away from the torture she had endured.

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“The Mistress will see you now, Doctor. Your companions may accompany you, but they may not participate unless the mistress is willing," the hostess informed him as they walked along the narrow corridor.

She pushed open the door and the sight that greeted them caused her to cry out.

Hoshi lay close to death, covered in blood, her hand pinned to the table.

“NO!” Jon cried as he shook off his cloak and ran to her, unable to touch 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. "The explosive device is still intact."

“I don’t think there’s any way we can save her," Phlox stated grimly. "She’s lost too much blood. If I were to perform surgery now, it would kill her.”

Walking into the room, Melik screeched at the top of his lungs, “This is just fucking great! I knew I shouldn’t have allowed Klingons into my establishment. Look what they've done to my highest grossing act! They will hear from me. I want restitution!”

“What’s the frequency for the explosive in her wrist?” Malcolm questioned and pointed a phase pistol at Melik.

“What’s it worth to you?” Melik asked with a mercenary gleam in his eye, seeing an opportunity to recoup some of his losses.

Firing a warning shot over the pig-man's head, Malcolm asked, “Is it worth me not blowing your head off?”

Melik scoffed scornfully, as though he planned to release her anyway. “She is worthless to me now, take her. The frequency is 5.6 milons.

Malcolm kept his phase pistol trained on Melik as Jon programmed the frequency into the PADD. Raising the PADD over Hoshi's wrist, Jon held his breath as it emitted a high pitch. 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 sedated her, ran a scan over her hand, and then gently extracted the knife from her hand.

Phlox had most everything he needed, even two human blood donors to help save the Lieutenant’s life. After a long, tense hour, he listed her as critical, yet able to be moved.

Moving her to the shuttle and making their way to Enterprise, they were unaware they were being watched.

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