Klingon - Part Three: Leaving DS9 Behind

[lizblackdog]

Author: captain_lila

She's beautiful as well as talented and horny.

The usual disclaimer: Klingons, Star Trek, DS9 and all the other stuff belongs to Paramount. captain_lila and I are not making money off it, nor are we attempting to.


Entering the bridge, touching the wall as I walked in. Lit; the walls a dark shade of grayish yellow; all of the panels assembled. Good work. She looked as good as she ever had.

"Treasure, we're back in business."

The rest reported to their stations as I cleared take off with DS9 control.

"Silver, up and awaaaay!"
Doc shouted as we left the hangar and was moving free in space, engines humming, just a slight scraping sound, otherwise she was purring like a kitten. Engines singing a little song of joy as she broke free.

The immediate space around DS9 was packed with Klingon warships of all sizes. We all wondered what they were up to but, no business of ours, hopefully. They kept cloaking and decloaking so we couldn't get an exact count. We didn't want to look too closely either, didn't want to seem nosy. We were content to know there were too many of them, and that was apparent without sensors. Glad to get out before whatever was going to happen had begun happening. I looked at the screen; fuck, so many ships. Klingons always exaggerate, that's what they do best....I thought to myself frowning.... Um, they have some other talents.. They are good warriors... Good in...at...

"Why am I even thinking about Klingons?"

Out loud... I got to stop doing that.

"Maybe because there's like a zillion of them outside the window pointing their guns at us?! Duh!"
Tec was getting grumpy, too many Klingons and sleep deprivation taking its toll.
Klingons break stuff and Tec is a fixer. He doesn't like stuff getting broken so he doesn't like Klingons. He likes to fix things, though, and I don't know how he would be able to do that if nothing ever got broken.
The logic of a Vulcan in a much less evolved brain.
Doc's face was like it was carved in rock, nothing showing. I don't expect any doctor patient confidentiality on this ship, I knew all about Twig's butt rash from some strange herb ointment he had manufactured. I knew about the sexually transmitted parasite Mark had picked up while the rest of us were picking up cargo. That thing was disgusting.... Doc kept it in a jar on a table in the galley for days. Hmm, research and examinations... More like teasing the hell out of Mark. The memory made me giggle.
I was grateful he kept his mouth shut. Not that it mattered but I liked to keep my sex life private.... The little I had.

"Um, coordinates.... Calculating for light speed trajectory, man...... "

"When you're ready, Twig. All the speed we got."

We were off.

Tec reported:
"All systems check. Full power, holding steady."

"Good. We're on rotating schedule starting as of now, we got some mileage to cover. Me and Twig stays. The rest of you get some sleep."

I sat down. Alone in space again, I love my life. Alone except for my freaky crew, that is, but they don't count. They're part of me.

Nothing... Nothingness... Boring... Fuck, I'm happy to be bored! Nothing had happened for two whole days! Nothing falling apart, plenty of time to fine tune the systems and continuing repairs. I felt like singing from the joyous boredom of space travel without system breakdowns.
It was my free time. I had tried to read in my funky quarters; catch up on some stuff, but I couldn't concentrate. I didn't feel like hanging out but I didn't feel like being alone either. Alone in spirit, sure, no problem, but my body, spoiled from my encounter at DS9, had begun to itch. I had nothing better to do anyway. I looked at the palm of my hand. Not Klingon size, but you will do nicely, I thought to myself, finding a comfortable position in bed. I began touching my belly, closing my eyes, visualizing bodies moving, pieces of his flesh.... mmm.. His huge member.. The taste of it... Hand moving down....
The hull of the ship groaned as I nearly got thrown out of bed from the slow down.

"Captain!!! Trouble!! Get up here, you're needed!!"
Shit. Must be some trouble. Mark sounded stressed.

"On my way"
I got up in a hurry and raced up to the bridge, passing Tec as he was running towards the engine room.

"What happened?"

"Um...Fuck.. Losing power.. FAST, man..."..."Compensating....SHIT!"

"Mjjjuummm" Treasure spoke, I didn't like the sound of her voice. Emergency systems kicked in. Her soft humming stopped as we fell out of warp.

"Warp drive gone.... Impulse only...."

"Tec..... Tec, respond...."

"Tec here."

"What the hell happened?"

"I'm finding out...."

"I'm sending Mark down to help you."

I nodded at Mark as I spoke to Tec, he left his station and the bridge.

"Systems?"

"All systems check, still no warp drive."

"Power?"

"Working on it... Soon... There you go.. Bright as day again."

"Run a full diagnostics and see what comes..."

*beep* *beep* *beep*

"Ship approaching."

"Raise shields. On screen."

It was a medium sized ship. I recognized her as she came closer... Shit....

"Prepare for evasive maneuvers.".. "Hold on down there and get me that warp drive!"

"Incoming hail, audio only"
"Arm phasers, scan their piece of shit and let me hear what they have to say for themselves."

Doc put the message through.

"Let down your shields immediately and prepare to be boarded. Your warp drive is down, deliver your cargo to us and you will not be hurt."

"Wanna reply?" Doc grinned from behind his panel.

"Yeah, I think hell just froze over...... Let them have the first shot then fire at will. Target at your discretion."...

"Fucking pirates."

"INCOMING, DUDE!"

"Evasive maneuvers"..

The fight was fierce, and we were losing... We got more hits in but it wasn't helping, our shields were crumbling and still no warp drive. Treasure was too old to get into this kind of mess. I should have known better, but what choice did I have? I thought we had lost those suckers and we still had the cargo to deliver.
I didn't want to send out a distress call, we were too far from anyone that might be sincere in wanting to help. This part of space was not a happy little suburb. Hope Tec won't take too long patching her together.

"Shields at 34%."

"Captain..."

"Tec, what have you got?"

"I found the problem, Mark's on his way up.."

"How long?"

"At least an hour."

I didn't have a choice anymore. We weren't winning this one and we couldn't even run. We wouldn't hold together for half an hour much less a whole one. No captain looks forward to the prospect of being boarded. Especially not if it means losing your cargo.

"Send out a general distress."

"They're blocking our com..."

"Then send up a fucking flare! Work on it for fuck's sake! I don't intend to lose my cargo to these motherfuckers! I'd blow this piece of shit to hell with you in it first!"

Mark stumbled in as Treasure shook from yet another hit.

"Doc, you fix a way around that block - Mark, take care of weapons control, try holding them off."

"26%!"

"Rerouting power to shields"

"Hull breach in cargo 3!"

"Seal off and compensate."

"We have com!"

"To all: This is Captain Lila of the freighter Treasure, we are under heavy fire in need of immediate assistance, our coordinates are..... I repeat, this is..."

We fought and ran and fought some more, holding our heads just above water. If anybody was going to respond to our distress call this would be the time to do it. Might not be worth the trouble in a while.

"Power failing.. Phasers out..."

"All available power to shields!"

A rain of sparks made Mark jump to the side cursing.

*beep* *beep* *beep*

"Ship decloaking on starboard bow."

We looked at the screen as the ship decloaked, firing on our attackers, the power of its weapons ripping the hull apart at close range. We lay dead in the water, watching as the insides of her were sucked out into cold space. They hardly had time to return fire. Big fireworks. Wow.. Could have been us. Wasn't. Good things do happen.

"Shit...."

"They're hailing us."

"On screen."

"This is Captain K'Lapp of the T'var responding to distress call made by you. Are you in need of further assistance, female Lila?"

"..... Thank you Captain K'Lapp.. No further assistance needed."

"Growl, lower your shields and stand down. Prepare to be boarded."

"Captain K'Lapp. I strongly obj.."

End transmission.

"Was that him?"

"Yeah....."

"Fuck me! You must be some piece of tail." Doc busted out.

"Say what? Him who? Piece of tail?" Mark dropped a piece of the panel he had just picked up.

"I'll tell you later, lower shields and make sure weapons are off line, this would not be the right time for "friendly fire" now would it?"

"Weapons off line and lowering shields... You are sure this is a good idea?"

"We don't have much choice do we? Wanna go up against that? Let's go get acquainted. Somebody tell Tec we have visitors so he don't get a fit."

"Or freak out." Doc shook his butt again trying to muffle the uncomfort of Klingons on their way over.

"Will you ever shut up?" I smiled at him.

"I don't like the feel of all this verbal violence, man... Can't you be nice to one another for a change? I'm getting all stressed out." Twig whined; he probably felt as comfortable with the situation as the rest of us.

"What the fuck happened, do you know him? Why haven't you told me? Shit. Don't walk away from me... Cap?" Mark picked up the piece of tail thread.

"Sorry, places to see, Klingons to meet. Come on, Doc."

Doc and I met up with the Klingons, five of them, armed to the teeth.

"I must object to you barging in on me like this, Captain K'Lapp, but since you and your men are here anyway... welcome aboard the Treasure. This is Doc and I am Captain Lila. I am sure you are aware of the locations of the rest of our crew. Now.. want some coffee?"

"We have come to inspect your ship and crew, female Lila... we have not come to have coffee."

"I don't have the means to stop you so you just go right ahead. Why does it have to be either or? We will be happy to serve you coffee during inspections - and may I ask what reason you have for wanting to inspect my ship and crew?"

"Extend your hand"

"What? I will do no such thing before you tell me why."

"We have reason to suspect Changeling activity .We will need a small amount of your blood to confirm that you aren't one."

"Huh, ok...Whatever."

"Interesting uniform"

I looked down - barefoot. Nice touch.

The Klingons inspected our blood, nothing wrong with it. Changelings, that's the stupidest, most see through reason I had heard in a long time. Galactic bullies. At least they had taken the time to come up with a reason, that's something, even it they were drunk at the time by the sound of it.

They were obviously interested in what was being shipped in and out of DS9. Nothing to worry about. I had been worse off before. I couldn't think of a specific event worse then having Klingons boarding but I must have had worse times. It's in the nature of my line of work. Still alive, think positive thoughts.

Nice of them to take the time to save our butts from getting set on fire though. The best thing to do now was to be cooperative and hope they would leave us alone afterwards.

Fuck. I still felt violated, they were in my ship, trampling around, all over Treasure. Just hold on tight and put on a happy face, it will soon be over. With a little luck.

They started a complete search of the ship, going over every inch of it. I heard the sound of uproar from the bridge as I was getting some coffee, for myself, in the "secured" galley.
I rushed over.

"What the fuck?"

Twig was held down by one of the large warriors, roaring, (at least trying to) kicking and screaming furiously.

"I ain't gonna let no Klingon cut me up!! Unhand me you motherfucker!"

"Twig! Calm down for fucks sake! It's all right..." I stopped in the middle of my motion towards him as I grew aware of the silence and the warrior watching me, ready for combat. Klingons don't have to be many to fill up a room or to make it stupid to intervene. Fuck. On my own bridge.

Twig sobbed and stopped kicking. The Klingon collected the sample of blood and nodded as the results were seen.

"My fluids are important to me, man." Twig said as he got up wiping his face, released from the Klingon's grasp.

"Important enough to lose your life over? You have your priorities all messed up, dude." He smiled to me, embarrassed, and I turned to K'Lapp who was observing me and the incident from across the room.

"Captain K'Lapp, will you join me in my quarters?" He nodded and followed me out.

The door closed behind us. I sat down and offered him a seat across the table. He walked over to the seat next to me and picked a sock off it before sitting down there instead. I wanted to hit him, hard. Fucking Klingons. I didn't hit him, I stared at the mess in my quarters instead. He did have an edge, we were outgunned, out numbered and I was definitely outsized. He could afford to behave like the arrogant bastard he was by species.....Shit, my quarters were funky, stuff scattered all around. I wasn't expecting company, my bed unmade... Um.... The sight of it made me remember what I was doing before we were shot at. He turned to me, watching, resting his head in the palm of his hand.

"What did you want to discuss in private, female..." His words dripping softly from his lips. His hand touched the skin of my neck, tentative creeping in under the neckline of my top.

"Shit, stop that." I managed to shake it off. "What the hell are you doing on my ship? You can't have your men treat my crew like that!"

"Your crewman wasn't cooperating. You should learn to have better control over your crew and such incidents would not occur, you have already been informed of the reason for our presence."

"Informed?!!! Fuck off!"

"Remember who you are talking to, female..."

"Remember who you are talking to, Klingon..."

Silence. Angered. Fuck. That Klingon was getting on my last nerve. Why did he have to smell so good...When did Klingons start to smell good?... And why did my body have to respond to it so violently... I breathed in his scent as he did mine. So close to me... My body acting up as I stared back at him, trying hard not to reveal the thoughts of lust clouding my mind. Raw, impure lust, this was getting close to a habit..... I was still madder then hell, not going there...Fuck.

"Captain Lila of the freighter Treasure...." His hand reached down between my legs... "Do you have as little control of your body as of your crewmen? Your nipples are getting stiff."

"You piece of shit!" I slapped him. A regular bitchslap, *smack* on his cheek. I purred from pleasure as his head moved a little from the force of the impact.

"Besides, so are you." I continued, my body painfully aware of that bulk, growing, under the fabric of his uniform. It made my quarters seem warmer and the air thicker than usual. Maybe slapping his face wasn't such a good idea... Or maybe it was.. Shit.

"Are you done?" He leaned in, getting closer. His hand pressed tighter against me, fingering my slit outside the fabric. I couldn't respond. The pure size of him closing up on me made me almost fall off my seat. I bit my lower lip trying to focus on something, anything other than his body. My eyes found the other sock on the floor half way to the bed. I concentrated on it. Stupid sock. It didn't help. No sock could help me now... Now that thought was plain stupid. In or out...time to decide.
I listened to my own breath, heavy, irregular. My mouth making sounds without my permission as his fingers moved over my slit, moist, warm, opening up, instantly without hesitation to his touch. Our lips met, softly at first, then increasingly violent. His other hand had found my breasts underneath my top, fingertips moving over my right nipple... In, definitely in. It didn't matter, none of it did, not in comparison to having him deep inside of me. Lust... Rage... Doesn't really matter.. I let my mind slip and my body take over....

I stood up, letting his hands and mouth explore my upper body under my top while pulling down my pants. Breath on my belly, moist lips and sharp teeth nibbling the side of my waist, exploring the soft curve of my hips. Strong hands on my back and breasts, feeling, finding. My cheeks at the edge of the table, the smooth wooden like surface under me as I sat down and moved further in to the middle of it. I spread my legs and pulled his head down by his hair towards my pussy....

"Lick it."
My voice, hoarse as I breathed out the words.

Growling, biting my inner thighs moving towards my center... My body shivering from lust as he got closer, his teeth buried in my flesh before his tongue reaching in, softly starting to explore my cunt. The sudden change from pain, inflicted by his teeth, to the pleasure of his tongue lightly brushing against my clit... I moaned and pulled my legs up, placing them on his shoulders. He grabbed my thighs, holding my legs in place, firmly, as he continued licking me. Forceful, hard strokes of his tongue making me soaking wet and squirming from pleasure. He was too good at that.... Not yet... I jerked to get my legs free, he let them go looking up at me. I put my right foot on his chest and kicked him backwards towards the wall with as much strength I could muster in my position, it was enough, he stumbled backwards. The grin on his face was back as I heard the sound of him slamming into the wall. I sat up.

"Get undressed."

He started to; I watched him. I couldn't help moving closer, touching his skin... Soft on the surface, his muscles hard, moving underneath it.....I slipped my hand in and touched the tip of his member as he opened up his pants. It jerked and grew bigger in response to my fingers finding their way along the ridges, my nails gently scratching as I grasped the thick firmness of it in my hand, feeling the weight of it .....

"Come here, you."...

I moved over to the bed. He joined me, the bed made a creaking noise as he sat down on it looking up at me still standing. I hesitated, this might just be the stupidest thing I ever.... Bah. That never stopped me before...
I jumped him, tackling him down, biting his shoulder as he let his body fall back. I was on top of him, kissing, biting, bouncing from his body moving under mine. He locked my hands in his, pressing them against my chest, forcing my upper body upwards, playful, studying me for a little bit before pushing my body down towards his groin, my lips sliding over the muscles of his belly... His cock, hard, against my cheeks and lower back as he let me go. I could feel it, smooth, pressing up against me. I changed position and lifted my ass to let his cock slide to the opening of my wet cunt. He held it steady as I started to rub it against my slit, forcing my pussy to open up to it, letting my weight lower me down, slowly getting filled up. His hands firmly on my hips as I started moving, up and down trying to fit the huge penis in my wet cunt. Faster, harder, he found my rhythm and answered, my body driving his cock further in me by every thrust. Scratching his chest, leaning forward to get more strength to my movement. Focused on the pleasure and the sight of him under me, my body moist with small beads of sweat, I could feel them forming between my breasts as I rode him, furiously... Cunt squeezing him, feeling him... I fought the orgasm, not yet... I shifted position, giving me a moment to breathe, back now against his face, I started moving again, fucked him, pushed by his hands grabbing my cheeks, parting them for a clearer view of his cock buried deep inside me. Growling, I could almost feel his gaze, I pushed harder, his fingers bruising my flesh .. I groaned, my pussy stretched out to the limit... I felt it.. his orgasm approaching... Like a soft humming, resonance, before a pulsating stream of sperm... His grasp, tighter as he held me down, pushing his rock hard cock inside me in a series of violent thrusts, growling.. I whined from it reaching so deep in me, unable to control my motions, he released me letting the last of his semen squirt over my back, I fell forwards, exhausted, panting...... I rolled over to the side and started touching myself, he watched my fingers moving over my cunt, slowly, teasing. He smiled and grabbed my legs pulling me towards him, I grabbed a hold of his hips and my mouth found his cock, licking, sucking it, making it rise again in my mouth... Deep, down my throat...his hand reaching for my cunt gently rubbing it, I let his cock out of my mouth and arched, demanding. He got up on his knees, knocking me over on my back, grabbed my cheeks and lifted my pussy up meet his cock, ramming it in with one determined thrust making me gurgle from the force of it. He held still inside me watching me squirm, filled up, shoulders resting on the mattress and legs parted....Whining, trying to get him to move, held....

"fuck me...."

Moving, hard, deep, rhythmic... purposively fucking me blind, unaware, dangling from his body, unified. No barriers between his body and mine as I came, shaking from every muscle in my body contracting simultaneously.. Night sky watching.. stars falling...breathing into his mouth....

Silence.
His hand rested on my belly, heart beating, the sound muffled in his chest.. Kiss. How long had we been lying like this?

"Get off my ship."

Hesitation.
Withdrawal from my bed, letting his hands slide gently over my body as they left.
I closed my eyes, listening to him getting dressed. One more kiss, soft, inquisitive. I answered it, sleepy... His heavy steps, silent for a moment, then the last few ones to the door, determined. Gone.


Doc woke me up.