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After the attack it all became clear to Bondo. The child had to be Romulan. For some reason her species hadn't been identified by the Cardassian systems but that wasn't surprising because the Cardassians and Romulans had little contact.
Her status as a Romulan must have been high, otherwise why would they have sent a cloaked ship to find her? Obviously there were wheels within wheels here that he would probably never know. Still, he had lost two crewmen in the attack. That was regrettable but not something he'd lose any sleep over. What he was losing sleep over was how the Romulans had found him and what further actions they may take. But, being back on Centari Prime provided a large measure of security. The Romulans could hardly send ships to a planet in the heart of the Federation and any Romulan agents would be instantly recognized on the planet.
The rest of his trip back to Centari Prime had been uneventful except for the Cardassian Star Destroyer that had accompanied him to the frontier. He had sworn his crew to secrecy about the attack, they were to say there was an accident on the ship. He had slipped though the Federation defenses with no problems, his agents had prearranged that a certain lookout station would be down for maintenance at the appropriate time.
Now it was time to get to work. The first item on the agenda was to acquaint his new test subjects to their new life situations, no matter how short those lives might be.
The hushed conversation in the hall quieted when he walked in. Immediately, 33 pairs of eyes registered recognition. Most showed relief, only a few fear and a couple enmity.
"Oh thank God, a Centari," someone muttered upon seeing a fellow member of the Federation
While still in stasis, each of the humans had been fitted with a slaver's collar, a translucent plasti-steel ring with two rhombic shaped boxes on either side of the trachea. They were still dressed in the clothing they'd been captured in. The injured ones had been bandaged or splinted as the case required.
"Welcome my guests," Bondo started. "You have all been brought here to provide a service, those of you who willingly provide that service may survive longer than those who don't."
Some of the people looked at each other with confusion-the fact that a Centari, a member of the Federation, was in charge should have meant they were rescued- free.
One of the two surviving deck officers from the transport wasn't the least bit confused.
"What do you want of us you shovel-hair bastard?"
The boxes on his collar lit and he began to choke. He crumpled to his knees, as he tried to claw the collar from his neck. As the others watched his face turned blue, then his eyes glazed over and he fell back.
A woman toward the back of the room started to weep.
"As I said, some will survive longer than others." Bondo looked around the room. "For now, you will simply be living here as my guests. You will not be expected to work, except for daily housekeeping duties. Entertainment will be provided for you to fill your time. When you are summoned for examination, you will report immediately and do what you are told. You will sleep and take your meals in this room. There are toilet, shower, and exercise facilities in the adjoining rooms. Do not attempt to leave these spaces without being called."
He paused and looked around the room. "Each of you has been fitted with a collar. The authorized spaces have proximity transmitters. Should you move away from an authorized space and the signal is lost your collar will activate."
"Also, you are under constant surveillance. Any problem behavior will result in your collar activating. You have been brought here for a purpose and those who actively work to achieve that purpose may live the longest. Those who do not support the purpose will simply die a few days sooner."
"Then you intend to kill all of us," a woman said from the back of the room.
"It is your choice when, not if," Bondo replied. "You can live a week, two weeks, or two hours. Those who cooperate will live longest.
He looked around the room and picked out two men who appeared healthy. "You two," he pointed at each then at a panel on the wall. "That is the waste disposal unit." He walked over to the body and pushed at it with his toe. "Dispose of this-thing."
Just before leaving, as the body was being carried across the room, Bantu looked over his charges until he found the most attractive female, Donika. As their eyes met he recognized a simmering hatred there. He chuckled, then turned and left, wondering how much fight she may really have in her.
The ride on the lift to the above ground facilities took four minutes. He was greeted by his third wife, Allenia, when he entered his apartment. Without saying a word she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Naturally, he stroked the long thick strand of hair that fell from the crown of her head to her waist.
Unlike most Centari 'females,' she had red hair. What most races took as female among Centari weren't technically that. Actually, Centari 'men' are hermaphroditic and provide both sperm and eggs. However, for practical purposes, they cannot self-fertilize, for fertilization to occur they mate with another male. Both may come away from this "mating" with embryos which are held until they are implanted in a 'female' for gestation.
For this reason, Centari males have what looks to humans as two penises, one above the other. The upper is for mating and the other for implanting. They also have two long claspers which run down the insides of their thighs-making some say that they have two normal dicks and two horse dicks. The claspers are meter long snake like appendages that serve no other purpose than to hold the woman while mating but, over millennia, they have also become erogenous organs that fit into complementary slots on the insides of the female's thighs.
The 'mating' of Centari males is a highly ritualized and public act which signifies the alliance of two families. Usually a Centari will only mate once in his life, normally soon after reaching sexual maturity. From this mating he will hold up to ten embryos which are sparingly implanted in various women over the remainder of his life.
For a woman, it is a great honor to be entrusted with a man's embryo. He cannot know the sex of the embryo but the usual ratio is one male to three females-thus it is common for a man to have two to four wives, sometimes more depending on his status.
Allenia was a very young wife, in human development she'd be considered fourteen or fifteen years old. She was young, beautiful, strong and very capable of gestating one of Bondo's remaining five embryos. For her, to be impregnated would cement her status with his other two wives.
His first wife, Darriea, was the same age as Bondo. She had born him one daughter, implanted soon after their marriage fifteen years ago. She was, however, a rather vexing creature, jealous and demanding. He had taken a second wife after seven years, mainly out of spite. Samnu was quiet but devious. Still, she was a more suitable companion than Darriea. She had born two children, the latest a son who had just turned four.
Allenia had been a treat, a treat he gave himself for his fortieth birthday. And, so far, she had proven a wonderful gift. Young, supple, eager and uncomplicated, and happy as long as Bantu kept her well supplied with jewelry, clothes and cosmetics.
Right now she was dressed in a turquoise shawl that fell from her neck and strategically wrapped around her body. Somehow, as she put her arms around him, it managed to fall open in the front and he could feel her warm body against him.
Allenia was an expert and removing Bondo's tunic and cloak, so much so that he wondered whether she'd been trained. It all seemed so natural and normal that he really didn't consider as they ended up with her sitting on a table with him standing in front of her, his lower cock in her womb and his claspers moving up and down the grooves on her thighs.
What Allena did that was so extraordinary was the way she could stroke his upper dick. Normally this member would simply rub between the couple's abdomens, a warm and soft embrace, and, at their climax, the male found it most pleasureful to both ejaculate in her womb and on her belly. (If he had chosen, an embryo would have been included in the emissions to her womb; this process starting hours earlier when he had decided to move the embryo from his storage gland to the base of the ovipositor).
Most women, particularly his first wife, considered it an imposition to be wetted by their partner's sperm. That was something boys did and many women expected their partners to control themselves and leave this part of lovemaking to later, once they were separated and the man could deal with this 'male' part of his sexuality by himself. This was certainly Darriea's opinion; one she had made clear on their wedding night.
Samnu, on the other hand, did not reject this part of their lovemaking but she obviously did not appreciate it. She would usually stiffen and pull away as he unloaded sperm on her and would quickly roll away, wiping the green goo off her stomach and chest with a towel she insisted on keeping on the night stand.
Allenia, on the other hand, reveled in it. The first time they'd had sex- two months before their marriage, she had held herself hard against him and swiveled her body in his arms as he unloaded against her. Then, after he had rolled off of her, she had giggled and rubbed the goo into her skin where it left a slight green stain until she had showered in the morning.
It was on their wedding night that she had told him not to cum on her, that she had a special treat for her husband instead. He had been skeptical, expecting some sort of disappointment but had been astounded when she had climbed off of him and taken his upper penis in her mouth.
Afterwards she had been quite ill, as semen is mildly toxic when ingested, and he had sat with her as she vomited the remainder of their wedding feast. Feeling guilty, he had insisted that they never do that again. Still, on occasion Allenia would take him and suffer afterwards-swearing that it was a minor price for knowing she had given him pleasure.
This time, after Bondo had cum in her womb, she had leaned back on the table and stroked his upper cock. Just as streamers of green jez were shooting across her chest, one even reaching her throat, Samnu, followed by Darriea, had walked in.
Samnu had stopped and said "excuse me," then turned and ran into Darriea. The first wife had looked at them with an expression of disgust.
"Really Bondo, the children may come in here any time!" she scolded.
"Well, maybe they will learn to please their husbands better then you," he responded as he stood over his third wife, panting.
Darriea sniffed, then turned and followed Samnu out of the room and Allenia giggled. She was just about to speak when Bondo put his finger across her lips.
"Careful my dear," he said. "I'll have no disrespect for my other wives."
Allenia pulled herself up on her elbows and looked down at her cum covered stomach. With one hand she reached across herself and rubbed his clasper which was still imbedded in the long groove along her right thigh.
"No baby this time?" she asked in a slightly whiny voice.
Bondo leaned forward and kissed her. "Not until you're twenty," he responded. "Then, I agree, you shall have four!"
He stepped back, pulling out of her, picked his cloak up off the floor. Allenia stayed on the table, leaning back on her elbows with her knees in the air. Bondo looked over at her. She had a sultry expression on her face and his green mucus was smeared on her chest and stomach, more was leaking out of her womb.
"But, god you are a wonderful child," he said before putting on his tunic.
He turned toward the full wall of windows and looked out over the glacial lake that filled the bottom of the valley. The mountain peaks rose 5000 meters above the lake and a 9000 meter peak stood over the entire scene at the other end of the narrow valley.
He looked at the two observation towers on either side of the compound. The guard was just turning over, there were four soldiers in each 'crow's nest.' He took a deep breath of satisfaction-with this latest consignment of test subjects he'd be able to complete the development.
After lunch he went back down to the lab. With the last group they had perfected the initial part of the two-part poison. They had proved that the cyano-virus would remain dormant in human bone and projected that it would remain there, waiting to be awakened, for up to two years. Now it was necessary to properly develop packaging and buffering of the activation enzyme so it would be ingested with no obvious ill effects-at least for those not infected by the cyano- virus.
None of the current subjects had been infected with the virus yet. If things went well, he'd only use a handful of them perfecting the enzyme. Then the remainder would be used for the final trials. A couple of them, if all went well, might actually live for the full two years before they'd have to be dispatched by other means.
In his lab, Bondo removed his latest formulation from a locker where it had been 'fermenting' for the past three days. A quick chemical analysis of a drop showed it to be ready.
"Send in subject twelve," he said into a communications box on his desk.
"Yes sir," came the reply.
Bondo opened a page on his monitor which was a video feed from the main 'salon' of the subject's living spaces. Two soldiers entered the space. One called out something and the subjects all looked up. One of them, a young man, slowly stood up. There was more short discussion, then he followed the soldiers out.
Two minutes later there was a knock on the door.
"Come!" Bondo called.
"Your subject sir," one of the guards said as the three entered the room. The guards took up positions on either side of the door as the man, now dressed in a light blue robe, stood nervously.
"Drink that!" Bondo ordered, pointing at a small metal cup on a side table.
The man walked over and looked down at the cup, his face a mask of terror.
Bondo picked up a small remote and pressed a button with his thumb. The lights at the man's throat flashed and he gasped.
"Drink it, you may die. Don't drink it and you will die."
The man turned and locked his gaze with Bondo, then lifted the cup and slugged it down. He stood, staring into the Centari's eyes. Then a shiver went through him and a drop of blood ran out of his nose. The convulsions started slowly, he tried to remain ridged as the pain of his stomach exploding racked through him.
After shaking twice he fell to the floor, lurching as massive convulsions went through him.
Bondo shook his head when the convulsing man knocked over a chair.
"Damn," he muttered, then pressed down on the button and held it.
The lights on the collar came on bright and the grunts of the dying man turned to gurgling chokes. Soon he relaxed on the floor and blood ran freely out of his mouth.
"Put him on the table," Bondo ordered the soldiers. "A most satisfying result but, unfortunately, not the desired one."
The autopsy showed that a chemical in the enzyme formula had reacted violently with the hydrochloric acid in the man's stomach-he had literally been set on fire.
One of the guards felt faint as he watched the man's body being slit open-the smell of the smoke that came out of him was disgusting.
"Get a couple of the subjects in here to clean up this mess," Bondo said as he changed out of his blood stained lab coat. "And bring subject number 23 to my office."
Again the guards appeared in the main holding room.
"You two," the senior guard called as he pointed at two of the prisoners, "come with me. Number 23, you will come too."
The first two humans were directed to clean the lab-all three of them looked upon the scene with horror at the site of the autopsied man and the splashed blood.
"You will come with me," the senior guard said to Donika. She followed.
Most of the captives had resigned themselves to their fate, including Donika. The shock of the attack and disorientation of suspended animation made them pliable. There was a general atmosphere of hopelessness and despair among the humans.
"Come in my dear," Bondo called from his desk. Then he dismissed the guard. Donika stood in the middle of the room, dressed only in the blue robe she'd been given and the collar.
Bondo stood and walked around her, looking her up and down. "I must say, for a disgusting human, you are a good specimen."
Donika didn't say anything but she did look at him with simmering hatred.
He went to the door and locked it, then went back to his desk and typed some commands into the computer.
"You may remove your collar," he said.
Donika looked at him with both surprise and fear.
"No tricks," he said. "It is deactivated. You will have to put it back on later."
Donika reached up and pulled on the collar-it came free in her hands.
"Put it on the desk," he said.
She complied.
Again he walked around her. "Tell me, what do you think of your accommodations?"
"I think you're a fucking asshole," she replied.
He hit her in the back of the head-not hard, just enough that she had to take a step to steady herself.
"You don't have to like me," he commented. "Actually," he stepped away, behind the desk, "do you have any questions?"
This surprised Donika and she paused for a moment.
"You may ask, I'll be honest. I expect you to report what we talk about back to your fellow test subjects."
Donika looked skeptical, then asked, "What happened to the others?"
"You mean the others on your ship?"
"Yes."
"I really wouldn't know. I ordered humans. If there were other races, I suppose the Cardassian's had other uses for them..."
"There was a girl, a child," Donika said.
Bondo smiled. "Oh yes, there was a child among the consignment," he said. "I couldn't use her, she did not meet the experimental protocols.
He came out from behind the desk and stood in front of her.
"Remove your robe," he said.
Donicka stared directly into his eyes as she shrugged the robe off her shoulders and it fell around her feet. She felt his eyes move down her body, then back up to look at her face again.
"What did you do with her?" Donicka asked.
Bondo smiled. "I sold her to a Cardassian circus. They were most pleased to get a human child, delighted in fact and I should have demanded a higher price."
Donika's eyes narrowed. "What would they do with her."
Bondo turned away with a laugh. "Actually...." he thought for a moment, trying to think of what would most infuriate the human.
"They fed her to a nest of Tyrillian desert rats." He turned back. "I managed to catch the broadcast before we left Cardassian space. Most satisfying. It took three hours and she cried and squealed the entire time. In the end, I think she bled to death, rather than having anything vital damaged. The audience was most appreciative-they laughed and cheered the whole time."
He turned around. "Quite a show-that naked little girl, tied down with five or six of those creatures slowly working their way up her limbs, nibbling as they went. One took a special interest in her face and, come to think of it, another in her crotch. I wonder if they were interested in the entrances to her body."
Donicka flew at him. She managed to land a punch to his left shoulder before he pushed her away. Then his backhand swing caught the side of her face and she was thrown against the wall. As she crumpled to the floor she left a trail of blood from a split lip.
Bondo stepped over and grabbed her by the hair, then threw her across the room at his desk. Her feet couldn't keep up and she fell forward, her head made a hollow 'thunk' against the edge and she dropped to the floor.
He strode over to her and lifted her, then slamed her down on the desk, bent over it, her feet still on the floor.
Bondo had always wanted to do this to a human. His misogynistic feelings toward Centari woman combined with his hatred of humans made this an especially satisfying episode.
Looking over the bleeding, half-conscious woman, he pulled his tunic off, then tore his robe open. The excitement of beating the woman had made both his penises rock hard. He grabbed her arm and pulled, turning her over on the desk, now face-up. There was blood smeared on her cheek from the split lip and an ozzing gash on her forehead. He lifted his snake like claspers and pushed them between her legs, then, while holding her hips with his hands, he forced her legs apart.
He took her in both the vagina and the anus at the same time-slamming his cocks into the semi-lucid woman. She screamed as her anus was torn and the pointed end of his upper cock penetrated her cervix and forced itself into her womb.
Bondo pulled back. Blood was running freely out of her ass and down around his lower cock. He shoved in again. He bore down with his hands on her shoulders to hold her down as she writhed against the blood-soaked desk top.
With every thrust he did more damage to her, tearing her cervix and perineum. After fighting him for only a minute or so she seemed to pass out from the pain and relaxed.
The wrecked and blood covered woman's groans only excited the Centari more but, with her relaxed, his claspers had nothing to do. He lifted his right one away and lay it over her chest. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head up. He pushed his clasper into her mouth.
He'd never dreamed that he could triple penetrate a human woman-the thought made him delirious with rage and ecstasy as he shoved into her. He did not notice the choking noises she made and, only after he had fired his full ejaculations into her torn rectum and ruptured uterus did he notice that her eyes were open, unmoving and unseeing.
Bondo was standing over her, panting, when he realized that he had choked her with his clasper. Gently he pulled it out of her mouth-it must have extended 10 centimeters down her throat. There was blood on the blunt end of the flesh colored appendage. He stepped back, pulling out of the dead woman.
"Shit!" he said. "I need all the test subjects."
He pulled Donika off the desk and she fell to the floor. Air escaped her lungs as she rolled back, her head bounced slightly. Bondo left her there while he went into his private bath and showered. Then, as he was tying his tunic back on he called the Sergeant of the Guard.
"Yes," he said, "send a couple of the subjects to my office. There's a mess that requires cleaning up." Then he went back down the hall to his lab.
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