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In the twelfth year of her reign, Empress Lura Thok the Conqueror was absolute ruler of half the galaxy. The Jem’hadar-Klingon Empire had conquered the Terrans one hundred years ago, and now Empress Thok sought to take down all of her remaining rivals. Her throne ship flew in orbit of newly conquered Tzenketh. A pile of freshly cleaned Tzenkethi skulls had been brought for her perusal. One would be cast in steel and added to her throne. She tossed several to the side, smashing them carelessly against the wall. With the Tzenkethi brought to heel, Thok was already planning for the conquest of Breen space. Once she had the Breen, she would finally have the Ni’vari Free States boxed in. The damn Romulans with their refugee colonies and their cloaking devices wouldn’t be able to stand against her much longer.
Adjutant Osyraa entered, crisp clicking of her high-heeled boots across the deck announcing her arrival. Where the empress was still in full armor, Osyraa wore a simple sleeveless blouse and leather pants, all in black.
“The brothers Kraag have arrived, your majesty. Shall I show them in?” Osyraa moved in close, intentionally rubbing her body against the empress’s. Empress Thok tossed aside another skull without even looking at it, her attention briefly focused on the Orion woman. Thok ran her hand through Osyraa’s hair, a gentle caress. She moved close as if to kiss the Orion then gave her a rough bite on the shoulder instead. Dark green blood spilled from the wound, which Thok licked briefly. Then she stepped away, leaving Osyraa standing next to the skull pile.
“I have chosen this one. Send the brothers in. Do not return until sent for.” Thok tosses a skull to Osyraa and strides to the viewing port overlooking the burning planet below. Osyraa hurried from the room, clutching the selected skull.
Captain Thar, head of the House of Kraag, entered with his brother close behind him. The House of Kraag had been loyal to the Empress during her ascension, and the brother’s parents had been heroes of the campaign against Breen. Thar himself had been pivotal to Thok’s most recent conquest. More than that, the brothers Kraag had shown themselves to be clever and ruthless, especially the younger Kraag.
“I gave you a task. Have you prepared your strategy?” She didn’t bother to look at them when she spoke. She cut past the formalities of bows and greetings, no patience for them to present themselves with false humility. She liked them. She had no need for their flattery.
“We are ready, Empress.” Thar responded immediately. “The pirate Nahla Ake will be brought to you along with her shattered ship soon.”
“How? I have heard such promises before. Tell me your tactics, boy.”
“Ake’s weakness is her impulse to collect strays. She has a soft spot for the young and vulnerable.” Thar answered. “So, my dear brother will become one of her rescues. He will be able to infiltrate her ship and gain access to her systems. My ship will be ready when the time comes.”
“And you think she will just take in a Klingon warrior and trust him without question?”
“Of course not, your majesty.” Jay-den spoke, stepping forward. “I will not be a Klingon when they find me. I will be a Khionian as far as any of their scans are concerned.”
“A Khionian. Would that particular choice of species have anything to do with that pet of yours?” Clear judgment in her tone, causing Thar’s jaw to tighten. Even the empress had heard about how Jay-den favored his precious toy.
“Only because that particular pet survived the testing phase. The human, Vulcan, and Andorian test subjects lacked the necessary resilience for my experiments.”
“Ah. Then it’s a toy that does not break easily.” This seemed to have mollified the empress, and Thar relaxed slightly.
“I am rather rough on my little pets, your majesty. I am sure you understand enjoying things while they last. I will discard this pet only once it is too broken to bring me any pleasure.”
“Best not to be wasteful, empress. This pet was a gift from yourself after all. My brother would never disrespect such an offering by not appreciating it fully.” Thar cut in, reminding the empress of her role in the Khionian’s presence within his House. The empress raised her hand slightly and the brothers fell silent. She flicked her hand to the side, dismissing the topic.
“You have a reasonable strategy to get aboard Ake’s ship, but relying on their trust to get access to key systems sounds tedious and time consuming. I will give you a gift that will expedite your mission. It will be delivered to your ship in short order. Do not return without the Athena and her crew in tow. I expect not all of the crew will survive, but I want as many as you can manage. They are to be flayed for my entertainment. If I am short on entertainment, my gratitude may be brief.”
“Empress, do you want Ake to be amongst the living crew?” Thar asked quietly.
“Even if she is brought to me as the only living crew member, I will find enough entertainment in her to ignore any other disappointments. Now go. You know what is needed.”
The brothers Kraag strode out of the empress’s audience chamber, purposefully unhurried, refusing to show any sign of concern or fear. The empress liked them at the moment, but both brothers knew that feeling could turn to ash at any time. Accepting this mission for her was a risk, but denying her request would be a death sentence.
***
Jay-den swept into his private room aboard his brother’s battlecruiser. He sighed heavily to himself, already feeling trepidation about going through with his plan. He would need to initiate the change soon. He would need to make himself weak.
Darem kneeled in the corner, exactly where he was supposed to be, dressed only in his golden collar and matching cock cage. Darem had been one of the twenty annual tributes of Khionians given to the empire the year the empress had given him to House Kraag. He had trained his life to be of service and felt lucky to serve Jay-den in particular. Two years with his master had left Darem clear on what was expected of him.
Jay-den felt a slight pulse of pleasure at the way his pet’s eyes locked onto him. Such devotion, so much need. Jay-den snapped his fingers. Darem rushed to his side, immediately starting to unhook the plates of Jay-den’s armor.
Darem hung the armor pieces with care, then waited. He watched in anticipation as Jay-den began to remove the shirt he wore under his armor. As Darem saw the Klingon’s ridged spine, he had a deep urge to run his tongue along it, aching to explore the grooves and crests. He restrained himself, knowing that despite Jay-den being a kind master, acting without a command would be punished.
“Fetch my medkit.”
“Yes, my lord.” Darem hurried to Jay-den’s desk, opening the medkit and holding it in front of himself for Jay-den’s perusal. Jay-den picked up a hypospray from the kit and set it to administer a dose of his most recent design. He made a gesture of dismissal, and Darem put the kit back in its place. Jay-den looked at the hypospray for a long time.
“Meat. Come.”
Darem moved to stand in front of Jay-den, eyes wide and earnest. The hypospray gave him a sense of unease, memories of past experiments echoing through him. Some had been enjoyable. Most had been quite painful. He waited nervously until Jay-den held out the hypospray for him to take. Gingerly, Darem took the hypospray.
“Use it on me.” Darem’s brow creased with concern.
“Master?” Darem only called Jay-den master when he was scared. Jay-den’s green eyes blazed with a flash of impatience. Darem flinched, and then hurriedly pressed the hypospray to Jay-den’s neck. It hissed slightly as it released its mixture of chemistry and gene resequencers into the Klingon’s bloodstream. Jay-den felt a jarring shiver run through his body. His knees started to buckle, and Darem grabbed ahold of him, leading him to the bed. Jay-den growled in response, and backhanded the Khionian, sending him sprawling to the floor. Darem kneeled at the foot of the bed, looking up at the Klingon as his body began to shake uncontrollably. Worry creased his brow as Jay-den let out a pained noise through gritted teeth.
Bones fused and rearranged themselves. Skin shifted, stretching and condensing in new ways. The process was agonizing.
When the shaking stopped, Jay-den slowly sat up. His brow was smooth, his cheeks no longer marked with ridges. His chest was smooth. His hair line had moved forward significantly. His shoulders had narrowed slightly, and his musculature had become leaner. His breath came harder, and he realized he only had two lungs. The sound of his own pulse felt wrong, and he realized he only had one heart. The air felt warmer against his skin, not unpleasant but noticeable.
“Bring me a mirror.” He balked at the sound of his own voice, the deep bass having shifted to a gentle tenor. Darem obeyed the new voice without hesitation. As Jay-den viewed his altered visage, he gently traced the smoothness and softness of his features with his fingers. His hair was still the same, something he’d have to adjust. He set the mirror to the side, looking down at his ridgeless chest. He snapped his fingers twice, and his pet began to remove his boots. With heavy Klingon boots set aside, Darem undid the fasteners on Jay-den’s trousers. As dark leather slid down his hips, Jay-den looked down at himself. There was a moment of irritation as he looked down at the single cock that now lay flaccid against his thigh.
His eyes flicked up to look at his pet’s reaction. Darem was staring intently at the lone cock. Jay-den almost laughed at the sight of how his pet seemed so desperately to want to touch him. Jay-den stood, not giving Darem a chance to move back, just grabbing him by the back of his head and forcing him to press his face against Jay-den’s crotch. Darem did not resist, intently breathing in Jay-den’s altered scent.
“You may, little meat.” Jay-den said it quietly, and Darem began to eagerly lick and kiss. Jay-den’s cock stirred in response. Darem moved to engulf the single member into his mouth. Jay-den had expected the sensation to be less intense with only one dick, that only having one source of stimulation would be less satisfying. He had misjudged. He had toyed with getting both of his cocks in his pet’s mouth on many occasions, but now there was no struggle, no fuss, the sensation was complete without issue. And Jay-den’s little pet was so good and so happy to please him. The newness of the experience sent him over the edge surprisingly quickly, but he still had the wherewithal to pull away, to stroke himself to completion so that he could see what his new singular cock looked like when it came all over his dear pet’s face. Sparkling liquid full of tiny pearls streaked Darem’s face as the Khionian kneeled with his mouth wide open.
Jay-den stretched his neck and looked down at his sweet toy. Darem gazed up at him in worship. Jay-den could see the sparkling wet puddle on the floor between Darem’s legs, where his caged cock still leaked. Jay-den pursed his lips in false annoyance.
“You made a mess, meat. Clean it up.” Darem made a little pathetic noise, but dropped down on all fours to begin licking at the puddle on the floor. Jay-den walked away from his pet, not bothering to watch. The sound was enough to satisfy him, and he had to find something appropriate to wear for the ruse.
He filtered through the various outfits that he had acquired for his pets over the years, landing on a white vest that went to just above his knee and wasn’t designed to close in the front. He chose a matching white miniskirt that had a slit that went all the way up. He put on a white leather harness over the vest to secure it in place. He slipped on a white thong under the skirt that was designed to hold everything in place even if he should become aroused. He chose sandals with white straps that went up to his knees. He selected a golden collar with a matching bracer and armband. He dressed himself before turning his attention back to Darem, who was still licking the floor.
“Meat. Come.” Darem rose quickly and moved to stand before Jay-den. “I need to cut my hair.”
Darem brought Jay-den his d’k’tagh, and the former Klingon began to cut his locs away one by one. When they were gone, he ran his hand over the fluffy curls that remained.
“Mirror.” His pet brought him the mirror again, and he examined himself. He applied the d’k’tagh carefully to the sides of his head, scraping away the hair there to give a more pleasing shape to the overall look. He scowled as he inspected the result. It was easier to do on his pets, difficult to adjust the angle to do on himself. He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Meat, assist me.”
Jay-den handed Darem the blade. Darem gently began to even out the shape, slow and methodical, his face still streaked with Jay-den’s seed. He examined Jay-den from several angles, making a few final cuts, then presenting his master with the mirror once more. Jay-den examined himself briefly, then gave a nod of approval. Darem fastidiously brushed away the loose bits of fuzz and hair that clung to Jay-den’s skin and clothing. Jay-den stood, then cocked his head slightly to the side as he looked at Darem.
“I have to decide what to do with you while I am away. Should I leave you in my brother’s care, little meat?” Darem whimpered slightly at the thought, and Jay-den moved a hand up to stroke his pet’s cheek. Darem leaned into the touch, his eyes closing in pleasure. In truth, all of this was a game for Jay-den, who had already arranged to bring Darem with him. “He will make sure you are fed and can exercise, but you will be left alone most of the time with no one to take care of. I know how you hate not being useful. Perhaps I should take you with me.” Darem’s eyes snapped open, eager and willing. “Would you do that? Be with me while I go into danger? Knowing that I cannot protect you? That I cannot stop others from using you as they please?”
“I would do anything to be with you, my lord.” Darem answered immediately, absolutely certain of his choice.
“I suppose I will need to unlock you if you are coming with me. Otherwise the Orion slavers will try to break your little cage open, and they might do you permanent damage in the attempt.” Darem shivered slightly. Jay-den reached a hand down and pressed his thumb to the gene-scan lock. It did not open. “I must have forgotten. I changed my genetics, little meat. I cannot unlock you.” Darem whimpered again, his eyes going wider. Jay-den suppressed a smile, still playing with his toy. “If you come, the Orions will tamper with your cage. They will do whatever it takes to break it, even if that means damage to your sweet, soft dick. Are you still so eager to follow me?”
“If it means I can be with you, my lord.” Brown eyes brim with earnestness, even as the hint of fear causes his voice to hitch.
“My sweet meat.” Jay-den leaned in to kiss his pet. Then he tapped his thumb against the gene-scan lock in a quick rhythm of taps. The lock clicked open. “Did you believe me for a moment? That I was not prepared for my change? That I had not thought things through?” Jay-den could feel Darem’s pulse race. His little pet didn’t know what the right answer was. Should he tell the truth and say he believed and be punished for not having faith in his master? Should he say he didn’t believe and be punished for not trusting his master? Jay-den laughed and simply let the unlocked cage drop to the floor. “Go put your cage with your other toys, little meat. Then go wash yourself. We need to dress you and prepare to leave.”
Darem picked up the cage and put it on a shelf alongside various bindings, weaponry, butt plugs, and dildos. He looked down at himself and felt a flush of nervousness as he saw his free swinging cock. He turned to face Jay-den.
“Master.” Darem let out a little whimper as his cock stood at full mast.
“Oh, little meat, are you scared you will be bad and touch yourself?” Jay-den grinned and moved over to his pet, running his hand along Darem’s chest. Darem nodded. “When was the last time I let you out of your cage?”
“Eighty-two days ago, my lord.” Darem answered automatically, knowing the answer without needing to think about it.
“And what happened last time you were out of your cage?”
“You said I could touch myself, but only as long as I was bleeding. You used the d’k’tagh and the dermal regenerator. When I needed correction, you put your hand on my throat and squeezed.”
“I wish we had time to repeat that game. We will be fast instead. On the bed, presenting, little meat.” Darem hurried over to the bed and got on all fours, legs spread wide, ass pushed out. Jay-den looked at the slightly swollen pucker of Darem’s asshole, considering briefly how it would feel to fuck his pet with only one cock. His pet might be loose enough to not even need lubrication with how often Jay-den had used both cocks on him. Instead, Jay-den simply wrapped one hand around his pet’s drooling cock and pushed two fingers inside his hole. Darem whimpered in response, clearly finding the force of entry unpleasant, but not moving away. Jay-den began to rub his fingers in and out of Darem while quickly milking Darem’s cock. It took very little effort to bring his denied pet to orgasm. Jay-den very carefully moved back, letting go of Darem’s cock just as it began to pulse, making sure none of the fluid that splattered out got on his clothing or hand.
“Another mess, little meat. Hurry up and clean it. We do not have time for all this nonsense.” Darem didn’t move immediately, still gasping as his cock continued to pulse and spit. Jay-den slapped him firmly on the ass, breaking him from his moment of release. Darem hurriedly began to lick his cum off the end of the bed and the floor below.
Jay-den selected a black halter top for Darem that was composed of wide silk straps woven together so that they covered only slightly more skin than they showed. He paired that with a set of tight black leather trousers that had wide gaps along the outside of both legs held together by thin cord laces. The trousers went to just below the knee. There was a third set of laces that could be undone at the back to reveal the ass and then tightened back up easily. He chose a pair of black ankle boots and pulled out an armband and bracer that would mirror the ones he wore to pair with the collar Darem already had on. With the outfit selected, he looked over at his pet, still busily licking up the sparkling mess.
“Meat.” Darem stopped immediately, kneeling at attention. “Your face is still covered in sparkles like some filthy whore. Wash yourself. I do not want you to be given over to the Orions in such a state. That would only encourage them to make free use of you. Unless that is what you want, little meat.” Jay-den strode over to his pet, glaring down at him imperiously. “Is that what you want? To be used by strangers? To be sullied over and over? To be returned to me drenched in the filthy seed of a dozen pirates?”
“No, master. I am for you.” Darem’s eyes pleaded with Jay-den.
“They will likely use you. My documentation claims that I am pristine, so they will not risk lowering my value, but no one would believe that you are untouched. Not a filthy whore like you.” Darem flushed in shame. “Go wash yourself, meat.”
Darem rose shakily and hurried to the bathing chamber. When he returned, Jay-den dressed him, taking care to make sure everything was tightened and fitted correctly. Jay-den looked him over for a long time.
“Now, what should we tell them our names are, little meat?” Jay-den cocked his head to the side. “I cannot use a Klingon name, and we cannot have them calling you meat, can we?”
“No, my lord.”
“What was your name before you were mine, little meat?”
“Darem, my lord.”
“Should I have them call me Darem, little meat? Would you like that? If I took your old name and wore it as my own?” Darem shivered at the thought, a cascade of conflicting emotions racing through him. “Or would that confuse you? Would you accidentally answer, forgetting who you are now?”
“Master…”
“Or should I let you have that name back? Would you like that, little meat? To hear me call you by that name that used to be yours?” Darem whimpered slightly, overwhelmed by the thought of having his name back. The thought of Jay-den calling him by the name that used to be his made him tremble. Jay-den moved a gentle hand along Darem’s cheek, then suddenly struck him hard across the face. Darem reeled, barely keeping his feet beneath him. “It’s not your name anymore, meat. You are mine. You only get to have the name I give you.”
“Yes, my lord.” Darem kept his gaze downward, but his cock stiffened in his pants.
“They will call you Fray. They will call me Arren. You will be allowed to call me that in front of them, but if we are alone, what will you call me?”
“Master.”
“Good boy.” Jay-den fastened a leash to Darem’s collar, then led him to Thar’s quarters. In Thar’s quarters, Darem kept his head bowed, avoiding the older Klingon’s glare.
“Brother, you look like one of your pets.” Thar gave a disdainful look. He was still dressed in his full formal armor, sitting at a desk in his room.
“That was the plan, brother. If I looked like myself, I would never gain access to the Athena. They must believe that I am a weak, needy thing that they can rescue.”
“Well, the empress has bestowed on us a great kindness.” Thar slid a small silver triangle across his desk so Jay-den could see it, then leaned forward to tap it twice. There was a flitter of golden lights that formed into a young, dark-skinned Klingon woman. Her hair was pulled into a pair of puffs on either side of her head, and her eyes were lined with golden eyeshadow. She was short and full-figured, dressed in the same armor the empress’s personal guard wore. “This is Series Acclimation Mil. She was apparently a gift from some conquered world as a show of loyalty to the empress.”
“You can call me SAM.” She said with a bright smile, showing her fangs. “The empress told me that I should follow the orders given by the brothers Kraag until you successfully present her with the Athena. I’m happy to assist.” She studied Jay-den for a long moment. “You are one of the brothers Kraag, but you aren’t a Klingon. Should I appear to not be a Klingon as well?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. Her ridges disappeared and hairline adjusted so that she appeared to be one of the many species that seemed similar on surface examination, like a Khionian or human. Her armor flickered out, replaced by a red and gold jumpsuit.
“That will be fine, SAM.” Thar said dismissively.
“How exactly can you assist in taking the Athena?” Jay-den asked, examining the photonic woman carefully.
“I can hack their system access codes and override their command stations.”
“How long will that take you?”
“To do so without detection may take a few weeks. A month if their security is particularly effective.” Jay-den looked past the photonic at his brother.
“We had planned at least two months of infiltration before I would be able to gain their shield frequencies. The empress has given us a significant boon.”
“See that you do not waste it, brother. Series Acclimation Mil, attach yourself to my brother and become undetectable.” SAM nodded and disappeared in a cloud of golden light that reformed into the silver triangle. The triangle slid under Jay-den’s bracer, and he could feel a gentle warmth there. “I have arranged for you to be picked up by an Orion trade vessel. They already have full holding pens, but I have told their captain that you and your pet have a buyer already, who has offered 1000 bars of latinum for you as long as you remain in your current conditions. I’ve promised him a 200 bar transportation and handling fee, under the stipulation that your buyer will reduce his fee if you show any signs of tampering. Any price reduction will be taken from his handling fee. You should make it relatively unscathed.”
“And if the Athena does not take the bait?”
“I have given Kyheem a full inventory of their holding pens. The Athena will come.”
“Brother.”
“If they do not, I will arrange for you to be picked up on Hima, and we will try again. Do not fuss at me, brother. I have seen to my part. It is your turn. Once you are in place, I will await your signal. Once you are ready to take their ship, I will come and we will claim victory together.”