Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 45/73

Author: Karmen Ghia, karmen_ghia@yahoo.com

Series: TOS

Romance Code: S/Mc and then some.

Rating: NC-17

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See part one for disclaimers, etc.

"Exiled. Oh, excellent." Master Whilla paced the room in the Commune's temporary home on Ivishian. He stopped pacing and turned to face the Talljets, Tien and Kalzat. "What now?"

Ling cleared his throat. "We move the Commune to Dhrgestera where it will be safer."

Master Whilla nodded, what did he care where they were now that they were exiled from the only life they had ever known?

"It's starting to come undone, Whilla." Hobie said tiredly. "The Klingon and the Rom Empires are in disarray. They're preoccupied with the fights they've picked with each other lately. The Klingon Church is too busy exiling you all to make peace. The pirates have seen an opportunity to loot, pillage and otherwise enjoy themselves unimpeded and are making the most of it. Star Fleet seems paralyzed by internal dissension and the fucking Terrans won't lift a finger about anything that doesn't directly concern Terra..."

"By the time this does directly concern Terra, the humans will be lying in a pool of blood watching the Tziviian Pirates carrying off their children," Jir said bitterly. He was tired, they were all tired but Jir got snappy when he was tired. He was also sick of the Terran attitude that thought trouble in the hinterspace would never touch them. Fools. Ninnies. Idiots.

"Yes, well," Ling said smoothly. "We'll move you to Dhrgestera, it's on the border of Federation space and, if that gets too hot, we'll move into Federation space."

"How? We're Klingon subjects."

"Well, the upside of all the planets the Klingons lost to the Federation is that all you communists had citizenship on those planets and when they became Federationafied, you all were automatically granted Federation citizenship." Ling smiled. "It was quite elegant how the paperwork went through the Federation without a hitch. You, Master, have become a Federation citizen at least three times over."

"Zatichket, Bharselis and Olteiyva."

"Exactly."

"And what about Master Khat and Hraja and that model taken from us?" Whilla was very concerned about his colleague and the Journeyman.

"We will bring them back to the Commune," Maja stated flatly. "If that is god's will."

"I shall pray that it is so, GozineGhet." Whilla rose gracefully and swept from the room.

"What are we going to do?" Kalzat asked quietly.

"Go get them," Maja said.

"We don't know where they are."

"As soon as we know; we go. For now, Ling goes with the Commune and we stay put until we find them."

Neria-Tza stuck his head in the door. "They're here."

"Bring them in through the back." Maja rose. "Children, leave the room."

"But..." Tien began, wanting very much to stay.

"Leave. Now." Maja was firm. He watched Kalzat and Tien depart and turned to gesture Neria-Tza, Oza-Tol and Mizat to usher Mr. Yrit and Mr. Gvo into the room.

The Talljets lowered their eyes, except Maja who met their void gaze head on.

"I want you to find Master Khat and my son, Hraja, and then I want to know where they are," Maja said softly. "It will not be necessary for you to retrieve them. How much for this information?"

"Romulus," Gvo breathed.

"How do you know?"

"True rumorsssss," Yrit sighed.

/no charge/

"Why there?"

/why no charge/

"Klong-Rom Emperor." Gvo breathed.

/soon all will know/

Maja let his shoulders slump at this news.

"What?" Jir hissed furiously.

"Prince MajaTzaj. Maja the Rom," Maja said. "MajaKhat. Prince Khat. MajaKhat's father was Prince Kvortine, now the late Klong Emperor Kvortine. MajaKhat's mother was a Rom princess, younger daughter of the late Rom Emperor Rjegdigissi." He paced a few steps. "It's brilliant. Too bad we didn't think of it ourselves instead of those fucking Yhets."

The Talljets nodded. Maja turned back to the bounty hunters.

"Help us."

"Cosssst..." Gvo hissed.

"Cosssst...." Yrit hissed. "....cossssst you one quarter wholesale Vitisi tonne in crysssssstalsss and a new ssssship from Talljet Ltd."

"That's a lot," Maja said, thinking the exact opposite. "Quarter tonne and a ship is a lot for us." He continued to haggle for the sake of form.

"You want them," Yrit sighed.

"Of course but I'll go get them myself. We could hire an army for a wholesale quarter tonne. What do you say to wholesale ten percent?"

The bounty hunters simply gazed at him and then at each other.

"Twenty."

"Fifteen."

"Twenty."

"Hobie?" Maja asked the owner operator of Talljet Ltd.

"Fine with me," Hobie drawled.

"Done." Maja folded his hands serenely.

"When do we leave?" Gvo sighed.

Farro knocked and peeked in. Hobie put his body between the youngster and the hunters.

"WHAAAT," Hobie snarled. "You little savage. Do we have to lock the door for privacy?"

"Yes." Farro was suddenly not interested in the two tall pale and very scary looking beings he'd caught a glimpse of. "There's a humanoid here asking about Amanda."

Hobie glanced over his shoulder as Mr. Yrit and Mr. Gvo were ushered out the back door. "Ask him to step in here, tell him Master Whatnot wants a word," Hobie said, closing the door and turning back to his brothers and crew. "Mr. Death and Mr. Suffering must be having a sale."

"They don't want a united Klong-Rom empire any more than we do," Maja said dryly.

"I'm surprised you asked them along, Maja," Hobie commented leadingly.

"It saves bringing Tien to help track Hraja, and Kalzat because he won't let Tien go without him. And Farro, for that matter, because he wouldn't be left behind. Cuts out hours of arguing with them." Maja knew his children better than he let on. "Yrit and Gvo can track Hraja and MajaKhat by their emanations better and faster than we can. If they are on Romulus we will need speed as well as stealth."

"And who better than Mr. Death and Mr. Suffering for that." Hobie was impressed. "Smart thinking, Noli."

"And great haggling, Maja," Jir commented sarcastically.

"I was stunned by the deal they offered."

"Great recovery, NoloMaja," Ling said affectionately. "Can't I come with you to fetch MajaKhat and Hraja and Lady Amanda?"

"No." Hobie said flatly. "You've got to look after everybody else. I've, we've, no one else we can trust. Understand me?"

"Yes, understand you." Ling was disappointed but understood - it was the price of being the youngest and most reliable of them. "I'll move everybody to my house on Dhrgestera when you've gone. Come find us there, okay? May as well get some use out of those StaFlet patrols on the edge of Federation space."

Hobie motioned Neria-Tza to answer Farro's knock and stepped out of sight. A tall, lean, black haired half Drossian, half Bvristian male stepped into the room.

"ASHON! What the hell are you doing here?" Hobie cried, stepping forward. He was delighted to see his old acquaintance. "I heard your number came up in the Scolvati system."

"Obviously not, Hobie," Ashon drawled in Patois. "I'm looking for this Terrana named Amanda Sarek. Seen her?"

"Not lately," Hobie said through clenched teeth. He hated Amanda even more than Maja did. "But perhaps I will soon." He smiled charmingly at the best soldier of fortune he knew, and Hobie knew a lot of them. (Bounty hunting was a sideline for Ashon. Hobie would never hire him for that as long as Yrit and Gvo were in bodies.) "How'd you find us?" Hobie drawled pleasantly, waving Ashon to a chair. Everybody sat down to listen to Hobie chat with the DrossiCheq.

"Wasn't too hard. Picked up her trail on Hozlostra. Heard she was headed to Zhaharnisha. This Commune was the only thing going there and I heard you'd moved on. Good thing you leave a forwarding address for your supplies or I might not have got here 'til tonight."

"You make it all sound so simple."

"It's easy to find people who aren't hiding, Hobie."

"Who's your client?" Hobie poured the DrossiCheq some fruit juice.

"Some Vulcans."

"What are they paying you?"

"A lot. What of it?"

"Nothing." Hobie poured Ling a glass of juice. "Wanna have some fun, Ashon?" he asked blandly.

"Fun, Hobie? I'm working."

"Fun and profit. You see, I'm heading for where your missing lady be and I could use some help. It will be fun for you and I'll match whatever the Vulcans pay you." Hobie sat back to watch the DrossiCheq absorb this offer.

Ashon stared hard at Hobie for a moment before he turned his attention to Maja.

"You're Master Ghet, aren't you?"

"No longer. I'm back to plain old Maja Talljet."

"Are you going where the lady is?" Ashon thought Hobie's pirate grammar was charming but never used it himself.

"Yes."

"Why? Seems to me you'd not want her found."

It was Maja's turn to ask why.

"There's a vid circulating of you and her man dancing a Shakaar. Looks like you two were pretty cozy."

"This is not about that," Maja stated calmly and turned to Hobie. "Do you really need this creature along, Nolo?"

"Yes. If he'll come," Hobie said quietly.

"Come where?" Ashon finally asked.

"Romulus." Hobie leaned forward.

"Are you insane, Hobie?"

"Nope. That's where your Terrana be. You want her, come with us, give us a hand, and I'll pay you what I promised." Hobie sat back.

Ashon turned back to Maja: "Why are you going?"

Maja sighed. "My son and his father are with her. I'm going to get them back."

"What if they want to stay with her?"

"They certainly may, however, I'm sure they do not want to stay where they are now."

"On Romulus."

"Aye, on Romulus."

"Why are they there?" Ashon asked.

"Do you always ask this many questions?" Jir snapped.

"When I'm probably heading into death, yes, Fara, I do."

Jir threw up his hands and rolled his lovely eyes.

"It's a long story, the why of it, but if you want in, then come along. I don't care if you do or you don't," Maja said, rising. "We leave here in two Standard hours."

* * *

Princess Malira paced the balcony of her apartments in the Palace, elated. She was so close to realizing her revenge that all the years of exile and waiting were now worth it. She could barely contain her joy, it threatened to spill over and muss her stately demeanor.

She was even more delighted to see that Hraja, whom she hadn't seen since he was a baby, had KmordriYhet wrapped around his little finger. Malira had been wondering how she was going to control that Klingon and here was the solution, dropped into her lap.

"Bravo, Hraja!" Malira had cried in Master Khat's apartments.

"Bravo, what?" Hraja asked the 'grandmother' he did not remember. He had taken his father's word that Malira was the lady in question.

"How'd you seduce that fool Kmordri?"

Hraja looked scandalized.

Amanda tried to come to his rescue: "Your highness, it's not..."

"Shut up, girl, no one is talking to the 'help' today." Malira snarled.

Wisely, Amanda backed off. She felt great sympathy for Hraja, who was being worshipped against his will. The youngster was confused and trying not to enjoy the very enjoyable things that were happening to him every night, without his consent or, really, participation. She knew; he'd broken down in front of her after the second night with Kmordri.

It was that night, the second one, that had been the most ... confusing for Hraja.

The first night Kmordri had confined his lovemaking to ascertaining the taste and texture of every millimeter of Hraja's body. Kmordri had demanded complete passivity from the MageQuad because the Klingon only knew how to be the aggressor and was not ready to have his new lover touch him. This was normal for him, the difference was that Hraja was the first male he'd bedded.

Hraja could say the same (this was the first anything he'd been bedded by) and in his inexperience he was glad he didn't have to do anything. He could also tell himself that as long as he did not participate, it wasn't really happening or at least he could forget about it sooner rather than later. Also, there was absolutely nothing he could do about his erection - pure physical response - and since neither of them mentioned it (except for Kmordri's grunt of amused satisfaction as he ran his tongue the length and breadth of it), Hraja decided that he, Hraja, was not responsible for it either.

The youngster jumped as Kmordri's tongue brushed his anus. He had hoped the Klingon had not noticed but it was obvious that this was not the case when the hard wet tip returned and began to probe insistently at the tight ring. Hraja might have found a way to ignore this except for the Klingon idly stroking Hraja's cock as he continued his oral explorations of his ass. The MageQuad swallowed hard and began to conjugate Standard verbs to distract himself. This was not successful when Kmordri switched his oral ministrations to the youngster's cock.

The Klingon sucked in as much of Hraja's cock as he could without gagging. He fondled the youngster's silky balls and stroked his fingertips over the tight virginal ring. He sighed as he slipped a fingertip inside the youth. He grunted with satisfaction as he felt Hraja jump and clench at this first penetration.

"...Klingon," Hraja whispered, raising his head from the pillow.

Kmordri's answer was to let his sharp teeth gently close on sensitive flesh and release. He heard the quadroon gasp with discomfort and drop his head back on the pillow, returning to complete submissiveness.

Kmordri pressed his finger all the way in until he found the hard place behind Hraja's lovely penis. He began to stroke it and was gratified to hear his beauty panting with pleasure. The Klingon could also taste the lad's incredible sweetness on his tongue. Knowing Hraja could not last very long like this, he reached down to stroke his own cock so they could climax together. It was not a long wait. Kmordri sucked the last drops from Hraja's cock, withdrew his finger and rolled away from the puddle at his waist. He propped himself up for a better view of the flushed and panting youth. Having never sucked a cock before in his life, Kmordri was pleased that he could provoke such pleasure from this lovely creature. He reached out and ran his index finger along the bottom of Hraja's limp cock and was delighted to see it jump for him. He lowered his lips to the task again. And again and again until Hraja was dry and Kmordri had sore but happy jaws. Elated, the Klingon slipped away before dawn, leaving Hraja deep asleep.

The next morning Kmordri had a long, long conversation with his valet.

Hraja would have liked to have talked to someone about his evening with the Klingon general but neither Master Ghet nor Tien were here and he didn't feel up to discussing it with his father or Amanda.

That evening, Kmordri's valet came to Hraja's cabin and introduced himself. He arranged several boxes and bottles on the bedside table and turned to the MageQuad.

"Come," he said, "into the bath and we'll get you cleaned, inside and out."

"Whaddya mean, Klingon?"

"An enema," the Klingon said flatly.

"WHAT."

"You heard me," the valet snapped. "You need one if he's to penetrate you tonight."

"I think I'll have neither," Hraja asserted with more courage than he felt.

"Then here are your options: I call the guards and they hold you down until I'm finished with you and later he calls the guards and they hold you down until he's finished with you." The valet looked him right in the eye. "Or, you can cooperate and you don't get hurt. Much."

"This is more a trend, not a theme, with you Klingons, isn't it?" Hraja snarled back in his best Farro imitation. He didn't move until the valet turned toward the door with great determination. "Oh, all right, let's go."

"You can't appreciate how fortunate you are," the valet commented a short while later as he scrubbed Hraja's shoulders: "Kmordri is a very powerful and high born Klingon and you can have a long and beautiful future with him if you play your cards right." ('What cards?" Hraja wondered.)

He hauled up one of Hraja's feet and began to pumice the soles: "All these years and I never thought he'd take an interest in a youth and here you are. I can understand it. You aren't repulsive and you come from half of an excellent family." (Hraja frowned, wondering which parent was being insulted.)

The valet went to work on the other foot: "The General is very concerned about tonight. We had quite a long conversation about it. In fact, he has asked me to answer any questions you might have. Have you any?"

('Only how can I get out of this mess and I bet you don't have the answer to that, ridgehead,' Hraja thought sourly.)

Working shampoo into Hraja's honey blond locks, the valet continued: "Just as well, you don't want to be nervous because you know too much. But not to worry, he knows exactly what to do, we talked all about it this morning. Yes, quite a long conversation about how best to take you tonight. Rest assured, he is very concerned with your welfare, young man. More research has gone into deflowering you that went into invading Oblatava." ('....!')

"What should I .... should I...." Hraja trailed off, uncertain even of what one called the act. "... when he puts his, ahm, his cock..."

"First, make sure your legs are spread wide, then relax, then - if you can still feel your muscles - push out against him and don't make any sudden moves."

Hraja wished he shared the valet's confidence. "What do you mean 'if I can still feel my muscles'?"

"Not to worry, child, this is a good thing." The valet wrapped a towel around his wet hair and urged him to standing. "Now, come over here and lay on your belly."

"Why?"

"Guess." The valet waved a length of tubing at him suggestively.

"I've never done this before either," Hraja growled as he lay down.

"Ah, the rigors of a life in religion." The valet smeared a liberal amount of lube on the nozzle. "I suppose you will miss the simplicity of your former life for a while," he slowly inserted the appliance into Hraja, who grimaced as his cock hardened a little at the invasion, "but I think you will find," the valet began to send a low jet of warm soapy water into the prone youth, "that if you pay attention to your new surroundings," bored, he began to gently work the nozzle in and out of Hraja's virgin orifice, "that you may find it as interesting as the Commune. Step over here and sit, yes, that's right." The valet noted but said nothing about Hraja's half mast cock. "And then back on the table, yes, like that."

This process was repeated four times. The last time for the pure amusement of the valet.

He ushered Hraja under a hot shower and afterwards rubbed a light lotion into the quadroon's creamy skin. "He'll like this," he assured Hraja, thinking, 'I like this; maybe when Kmordri gets bored with him...' He combed out Hraja's hair into ringlets, something Hraja hated, and arranged it over his shoulders. "Now, listen carefully to me: do not resist, whatever happens, do not resist him. There will be a moment when he won't care who you are and if you try to stop him he will hurt you so he can finish. If you try to resist early he will get impatient and call the guards and you know what that means. If you resist when he has finished and is trying to come down, he might become enraged and strangle you, as he has done to a woman or two. Your best strategy is to hold onto and bite down on a pillow, that way you have some comfort if you need it. And be silent at all times unless he speaks to you. In this case, however, I think you will be all right but don't forget; I have warned you." He led Hraja to the bed and pulled back the sheets for the naked youth to slip between them. He dimmed but did not turn off the lights. The valet paused to look down at his and god's handiwork and compliment them both on the pretty sight Hraja made waiting in bed for his new 'protector'.

Hraja turned to look at the assortment of things on the bedside table: thin latex gloves and sheaths, three tubes: lubricant, anesthetic and muscle relaxant. He looked a question at the valet, who was still admiring him.

"The muscle relaxant is so you'll stretch, the anesthetic is so you won't feel any pain and the lube is so he'll slide nice and easy." The valet glanced at the chrono and the door. "Good luck," he whispered as he swiftly departed.

'I'll need it,' Hraja thought glumly as he tried not to get too comfortable in the big bed. Contrary to his best intentions he dozed and did not wake until KmordriYhet sat next to him.

end of part 45

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