Chapter 28

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Back at it Again

Back on Excalbia, Yernak smiled in anticipation; he had two new test subjects. He would continue with the grand experiment. His operatives were keeping him abreast of what Starfleet was doing and he knew that they had cracked what he had done for causing a male's body to naturally grow a fully functional permanent womb. He looked over the information on his two new subjects, a Human and a Klingon. They would make fine additions to the species he was creating, Bastans. Just because his originals had escaped didn’t mean that he couldn’t continue. He had already made the necessary changes to them. Despite the Human’s idea to the contrary, he was indeed a submissive.

The clone that they had created and sent in his place had worked out nicely. No one was the wiser and the fire had taken care of all the evidence left behind when the clone had stopped functioning. With the supposed death of this human, no one will come looking for him. He had done the same for the Klingon as well; except he made sure that this one had died when the ship that attacked the Enterprise was destroyed. He had been angry to hear of the attempted assassination of his prized experiments. Maybe he would need to cause issues so they would stay out things. He would not lose this set of subjects. He was still watching and waiting for the right time to strike in order to recapture his previous subjects and their offspring.

He already had a class M planet selected that did not have any previous sentient life forms that needed to be removed. It would be a perfect setting for his experiments and he had it all set up for when he was able to get them there. He had already completed the modifications on the two new subjects so now all he had to do was throw the submissive into heat and they would take care of the rest. He and his brethren had already created an airborne aphrodisiac that will keep them in heat long enough for the submissive to conceive. He sat back in satisfaction. He had new contacts that provided what was needed, materials that they could not created and test subjects and all for a few measly minerals to sell.

He got up and decided that it was time to check on their experiments. They should be waking up soon and he couldn’t wait to see their faces when they learned that they would be no rescue or hope of escape. Some would call what he was doing evil but really, what he learned from the previous experiment was that there was truly no good or evil. It was all a matter of perception of the people and their views on another’s actions. Their preconceived notions of good and evil. He stopped before the door of the rooms set up for the new Bastans soon to be mated pair, he undid the new complicated locking mechanism and entered. He stood in the shadows and waited for them to wake.

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Admiral Alexander Marcus groaned in pain as the world around him grew brighter. He blinked open his eyes as awareness returned and promptly closed them again in pain. Oh it was too bright! After a few minutes he tried again. He was able to hold them open but in a squint. He turned his head left then right noticing that he was in a room on a bed and it wasn’t his. He lifted his hands and rubbed his temples. Slowly he made his way to a sitting position. Where the hell was he. He felt weird and heavy around his waist. The muscles sore and feeling like someone had taken a mixer to them. He noticed that there was another man in the room with him. He stepped forward out of the shadows near a door he hadn’t noticed before. “Where am I?” he demanded.

Before the strange man could speak, a moan from the other occupant of the room was heard. The man sat up to reveal a Klingon. Admiral Marcus’s lip curled in disgust. Lovely a stupid Klingon who would be far too stupid to figure out what was going on. The Klingon looked around and noticed the two other men, “nuqDaq? qatlh Human filth naDev?”

Admiral Marcus rolled his eyes at the Klingon, idiot. That was what he was, an idiot. He knew Klingon, it wouldn’t do for an Admiral not to know some if not most of the languages of the species they had to deal with. “I already asked him that you fool.”

“bIjatlh SoH nojtaHghach swine. quvvam tu',” the Klingon growled at him.

Marcus puffed up with indignation, “How dare you!”

Yernak smirked at the interaction, he knew that the Admiral would have a difficult time being the submissive but once the Klingon proved himself and bred him, that more than likely would change. Nor did he think this Klingon would tolerate any insubordination of his submissive. The Admiral was not an imposing man, being he was only of average height for a human so he was smaller than his soon to be mate. “You too are here to take part in a grand experiment, as it were.”

Marcus whipped his head around to face the unknown man before them. He had a sinking feeling in his stomach. This sound too familiar, then it hit him, “Yarnek!”

“Yes, Admiral. Well done. I want to introduce you to your new mate. Divork. He was here before to liberate the others. I and my colleagues decided that you too would be perfect for continuing our grand experiment.”

“The Federation will notice me missing and come for me,” Marcus growled at him.

“I’m afraid that that will not be happening.”

“What?”

“We created clones that have conveniently died, so to both your people you are dead. There will be no rescue. Could not have you leaving and delaying the experiment.”

“No,” Marcus gasped out in horror.

“Well, gentlemen, I must go. I will let you get to your mating.”

“not ngagh jIH Human!” Divork shouted.

“I’m afraid that I am leaving you with little choice. Enjoy your mate, Divork. And you, Admiral. Enjoy your dominant,” with those words, he departed.

Marcus sat there frozen in horror with what he learned. He was the submissive and was being mated whether he wanted to or not; to a Klingon. He sat frozen for a few minutes longer before he noticed his body felt strange. It was hot suddenly in the room and too his shock his ass was leaking some sort of fluid. He looked over to see the Klingon sniffing the air before he looked at him with a feral expression. For some reason that look sent a shiver of lust down his back instead of horror.

Divork was shocked at how delicious the human smelled. He stood from the bed he had been sitting on. Stalking over to the sweet smelling human, he pounced. Marcus caught unaware, cried out in surprise. He lay panting beneath the male pinning him to the bed. With each pant he unknowingly breathed in the aphrodisiac that was being pumped into their room. He felt his body growing pliant under the larger male. Divork leaned down and started sniffing him, “SoHvaD He' vaj quv loQ mate.”

Marcus shuddered as his breath caressed his neck, he felt his cock thicken in arousal. He moaned as his mind became clouded with lust. Divork growled at the sounds his mate was making, he started to rip his mates clothes off to get at the body beneath, “mate. SoHvaD tlhap 'ej SoH chaw'nIS ghaH puq.  swell SoH je puq.”

Marcus shuddered at his words, for some reason he found them arousing instead of repulsive. What was wrong with him! Divork started licking his neck as he continued to talk to him, “SoH Suq tIn: reH vaj 'ej round je puqwI'.” Marcus mewled at the feeling of the man's tongue and his arousing words. He sobbed out at the feelings Divork was stirring in his body. He felt himself slip further into the haze of lust that had overcome them until he could think of nothing other than their mating.

Unbeknownst to the two mating men, they were being watched by their captors. Yernak smirked as Marcus and Divork gave in to the aphrodisiac that was being pumped into their room. Soon, he thought, soon and this will succeed. He will have his new species and he will see his grand experiment to its successful end. Now all he needed to do was figure out how to get his originals back and keep them.

Klingon translation:

nuqDaq? qatlh Human filth naDev? - Where am I? Why is that human filth here?

bIjatlh SoH nojtaHghach swine. quvvam tu'. - Shut up you filthy swine. You are not worthy of my notice.

not ngagh jIH Human! - I will not mate with a human!

SoHvaD He' vaj quv loQ mate. - You smell so sweet my little mate.

mate. SoHvaD tlhap 'ej SoH chaw'nIS ghaH puq.  swell SoH je puq. - My mate. I will take you and fill you with my seed.  You will swell with our offspring.

SoH Suq tIn: reH vaj 'ej round je puqwI'. - You will get so big and round with my children.