ENSIGN TORRES - THE EARLY YEARS
By Mike
Torres pressed down hard with her hip, smothering her helpless captive ...

The Klingons, above all the known races in the universe, were the most
fascinating to the human race. Perhaps it is because the Klingons are akin
to our own historical roots such as the ancient Vikings or the brave Massi
warriors. Women of the Klingon Empire are particularly intriguing. The
thought of wild, uncontrolled warrior women, rejecting the norms and
conventions of "polite" society and becoming virtual free spirits makes all
of us envious. This is a story of the development and training of one such
free spirit - Ensign Torres.

      The situation of illegal human settlements infringing on the Klingon
Empire was an old one. The Federation detested these illegal settlements.
They were built on greed. Some rare mineral was rumored to be on one,
perhaps a new crystal, and thousands upon thousands of fortune seekers
would flock there. The planet would end up as an ecological disaster, the
local natives all killed off and a few robber barons would get rich; not
unlike the development of our west. Any logical person might indicate all
that was needed was for everyone to sit down at a table and talk over their
differences and everyone would walk away satisfied. Reality was something
else, especially when dealing with enormous amounts of money.

The Klingons, for hundreds of years had used these illegal human
settlements as a testing ground for young warrior women. Promising young
teenage girls, after six months of training would be deposited near a large
human settlement. Through attrition they would eliminate as many young
males as possible. To attack the settlements directly would require a major
military operation. Besides the Klingons usually were engaged in mortal
combat with some foe such as the Romulans and they didn't have the
resources to attack and conquer all of the settlements. Thus the
destruction of the settlements would be done quietly and without fuss.

      Young men were the heart and soul of these settlements. They provided
the new blood for huge families and overpopulation. Break this one chain in
the link and the settlement would eventually dry up. The settlements never
really went away though. Depopulate the young males in one and another
would crop up somewhere else. In reality the Klingons found the settlements
useful to train their warrior women and as political leverage against the
Federation.

      The young warrior women were organized into groups of 12 with an
adult warrior women as the Nests Master (Klingons always have had a
fascination with birds and long ago began this naming convention). After
six months of extensive training the Nest Master and her young charges
would be clandestinely dropped off near a large settlement. For three to
four years they would hunt and stalk their prey, killing as many young
males as possible.

      The Klingons are very physical people and the young females preferred
to make their kills as intimate and personal as possible. They chose to
wrestle their young victims down then sit on them and slowly smother them
to death. Once they completed their warrior women training they were
insured a daily supply of victims for the rest of their life.

      The Federation, ever mindful of the sensitivity of Klingon traditions
and culture, were reluctant to criticize their actions. Moreover they
cooperated in many aspects to discourage the establishment of illegal
settlements. One aspect of this cooperation was that Klingon warrior women
assigned to Federation starships would be guaranteed a steady supply of
victims, though they would have to be supplied through Klingon channels. A
Federation starship might take on several hundred victims prior to a long
voyage and keep them in cryogenic suspension until needed.







1 Chapter I




Torres pressed down hard with her hip, smothering her helpless captive.
Poor Thomas, he had been her victim since they had left the Klingon home
world two months ago, now he would have to die. All of the other girls were
hard at work each finishing off their respective victims prior to
disembarking.

      For the long trip from the Klingon home world each budding warrior
women was assigned a victim to practice smothering during the boring
flight. Torres was assigned Thomas, a handsome lad about her own age. He,
as well as, the other captives accepted their fate and were most
cooperative. Torres had grown to like Thomas quit a lot. Many of the other
girls had also made the same attachments with their own victims. A loud cry
of victory resounded from the next cubicle. Falmar had claimed her handsome
captive.

      Falmar was a tall well-developed young warrior. She had long blonde
hair, unusual for a Klingon, that was usually kept tied up in a bun. Her
Klingon forehead bone structure was very pronounced giving her a menacing
wild barbarian look. She often acted the part and could best all of the
girls in wrestling. Her favorite preoccupation was the kill. She deeply
enjoyed every one of the 4,000 practice kills she made while in training.

      Another cry of victory rang out. It was TorTur. TorTur was one of
those girls you love to hate. Tall, sexy, long legs; she drew attention
from males wherever she went. TorTur was no dumb beauty though. She had a
quick mind and was an outstanding scholar. She was quite and shy and very
withdrawn; preferring to keep to herself.

Her victim had been young Martin, a cute lad and the youngest captive of
the lot. During the flight TorTur and Martin had become quite close. Like a
big sister and little brother friendship. She had done her duty though and
smothered her captive according to the ancient traditions of the Klingon
warrior women.

Torris was glad to be out of the cramped quarters of the spacecraft. The
bunks were low and long and not designed to allow for many creative kill
positions. Usually you were limited to the full body smother laying on the
victims face, facing his feet with your legs spread wide for balance. You
would keep up a constant pumping grinding on him for days at a time. He was
only let up too relieve himself or to eat. None of the captives were bound
and each was given a tour of the craft. Young martin was thrilled when
allowed to sit in the captain's chair. Thomas was intrigued by the
engineering room. His goal had been to be a Star Fleet officer.

Torris could tell by the various moans and groans that many of the girls
were reaching the ethereal and most spiritual climaxing moment of the kill.
This was the Kill Ecstasy phase; A bonding union of the warrior women and
her captive. Your spirit would be set free of its body to create a bonding
and union with that of your victim. This was a quite intimate moment for
any Klingon warrior women and one to be savored whenever possible.

Torris could feel the rising kill ecstasy filling her body like a red hot
flame. Every muscle  was now tuned to the kill. Then it hit her. It was
overwhelming wave of passion, sex, violence and spiritual bonding all
swirling around together. The kill ecstasy could only be maintained for a
short period but those brief minutes could leave a young Klingon warrior
women in an emotional high for days. Thomas gave a slight twitch then lay
still. Torris had claimed her 4,001st victim.

Torres arched her back and let out a wild scream that mingled with that of
the other girls all proclaiming their kills. This was a particularly
important point in their young lives. Once they left the shuttle and set
foot on the surface below their whole Klingon heritage and tradition walked
with them. If they failed their whole family would live in shame. Millions
of young Klingon women had gone before, endured four years of hardship, to
achieve the title of Klingon Warrior Women. The girls' screams were
especially loud. Each one was distinctive and there last for the next four
years. They now had to hone the fine skills of stealth, stalking, sudden
attacks, and violent smothers. Loud screams of victory would just give away
their position.

Torres didn't give Thomas a second glance as she pulled her large backpack
down from an overhead bin. Soon all 12 girls and the Nest Master were
assembled in the cargo bay. They were all nude. There was nothing new to
this. The Klingon culture had few prudish hang-ups about clothing. They had
not worn any clothing during most of their six month training. It was
especially important that the not wear any clothing while on the hunt. The
obvious reason was for the purposes of the smother. Another was because of
the TX shots.

TX was a chemical that, when injected, would slowly, over a few hours,
allow your skin to take on the shade and pattern of whatever environment
you were in. For instance on a sandy desert like planet you would be almost
indistinguishable from the surrounding sand. This condition could only be
reversed when given an antidote. Torres planet of assignment was hot and
jungle like. She wondered how she'd look with a leaf pattern body.

The Nest Master, Valak, ordered them to get ready to disembark. She was
tall, powerfully built; with over 250 thousand smothered victims to her
credit. She took no guff or slackness from anyone and it seemed her only
pleasures in life was a good blood wine and a relaxing smother.

One by one the girls approached Valak to receive their TX shot. Corporal
Kamra barked out "hurry up, hurry up" to keep the girls moving along. Kamra
was a perky brown haired young girl that had tremendous energy. One thing
about her - she was human. She had been captured by Klingon raiders long
ago and raised as a Klingon. To everyone she was truly a Klingon and as fit
as the rest of the girls. Though human, she smothered her 4,001 victims
while in training as professionally as the rest. She harbored no special
affinity for her fellow humans and loathed the settlers. Klingon honor and
the title of Warrior Women meant everything to her. These illegal
settlements infuriated her. They destroyed the environment and local
inhabitants, took land away from Klingons and, in general, gave the
Federation a bad name. Torres admired the spunk and energy of Kamra and
looked to her as a role model.

The craft grew a bit unsteady as it began to settle down. Torres had to put
a hand against the hull of the ship to steady herself. Suddenly a green
light came on and Kamer began to shout "Go, Go". Without warning a blast of
hot humid air hit Torres square in the face that it almost took her breath
away. She ran into the bushes and watched as the shuttle disappeared into
the depths of space. One second they were surrounded by the shine and
polish of Klingon technology and the next they were dumped into the depths
of a primitive jungle. Torres adjusted the straps of her heavy backpack and
assembled with the others.

The Nest Master was anxious that they cover a lot of miles to the base
camp. Month's prior large supplies of food and essentials were pre
positioned throughout the jungle. These supplies would sustain them for
along time and re-supply drops had also been coordinated. Everything was
set up so as to free the girls to concentrate only on hunting. Food
foraging trips were to be kept at a minimum.

After two hours of steady marching they pulled off the trail. The Nest
Master walking point had heard something. Two young males, their chosen
prey were approaching. With quick military precision she motioned Falmar
and Maltek to position themselves for the attack.

Maltek was short, wiry and very aggressive. She loved a good fight and
often took on opponents much larger than herself. Torres wondered why those
two were chosen to receive the honor of first kill while on a mission. Then
she noticed both girls skin had taken on the most camouflage pattern while
her own skin had several patches of white.

Oblivious to the silent death lurking off the trail, the two young males
laughed loudly. As far as Torres could determine the youths were a few
years younger than the girls and should make easy kills. One second they
were on the trail then the next they were drug off into the underbrush.
"What the." was all that one frightened male able to utter. All the girls
gathered around to watch.

      Felmar was sitting on the face of her captive, facing his feet for a
      reverse straddle

smother. Valak knelt down near her, giving her helpful hints. The victim
was not struggling but lay still accepting his fate. Both lads were
shirtless and Torres watched the heaving chest of the victim positioned
firmly under Felmars' powerful body. She would make quick work of him, one
of the girls said softly. "Get his nose in deeper, deeper" Valak said
urgently. To emphasize the point she hit Felmar across the top of the head.
Felmar spread her legs quite wide then pressed down viciously. Torres and
the other girls understood that these were not to be relaxed "controlled"
smothers like they had done in training. Valak was satisfied with Falmars'
position and indicated she could begin her deep hip grinding pumping
motions on him.

The pumping grinding down on the victim was necessary to quickly put him
into a state of atrophy where he wouldn't struggle and fight for life. Once
he was in this disoriented state you could change positions on him without
fear of him trying to escape or putting up a major struggle.

Valak now turned her attentions toward Meltek. Meltek held her captive down
in the standard straddle smother. Not wanting a slap across the head she
pulled the head of her victim tight to her body. He struggled a bit, even
trying to push her off. Hal-Ravak, a tall sexy powerful farm girl grabbed
one of the youths hands to help hold him down. Meltek let out a low
guttural snarl, like some wild beast protecting it prey. Hal-Ravak quickly
backed off.

Valak looked over Malaks position and nodded indicating it was ok to begin
the deadly pumping grinding motions. Soon both girls were deep in kill
ecstasy. Malaks victim showed some spunk and was resisting as much as
possible. He was no match for the aggressive Malak. She had him under
complete control at all times. A little over a half hour both victims
succumb and lay still.

The bodies were drug deeper into the bush. The jungle creatures and insets
would soon take care of them. Valak said that probably within a few days
nothing much would be left. Once again they resumed their torturous
journey. After a few hours the endless twists and tangles of paths and
dried up riverbeds all seemed to become a monotonous blur. It was getting
near dark when came across a well traveled path. Dozens of settlers were
walking up and down the path completely unaware of the presence of Klingon
warrior women.

Their seemed to be a break in the traffic and much to the girls surprise,
three talkative young males approached. Valak was quick to set up the
attack. She, Caltur and Etar were to lead this attack.

Caltur had light red hair, a good trim figure and was an excellent athlete.
She had a deep and burning hate for settlers for they had murdered her
parents some years back. Torres could see her virtually licking her lips in
anticipation of a kill.

Etar had long brown hair and stocky in build. Etar was quiet and very
studious. While in training you would often find her slowly smothering a
victim while deeply engrossed in a physics book. Etar enjoyed nothing more
than a nice long relaxing smother. Her creative and innovative kill
positions were the envy of all the girls. Valak, as much as she wanted to,
could hardly find fault with her method.

Caltur burst out of the dense brush and dove towards one of the males. She
had been premature and almost blown the ambush. The youth turned to run but
she grabbed him by his hair and drug him into the bushes.

Our Nest Master, Valak, a veteran of many such ambushes easily tucked her
victim under her arm and carried him off into the underbrush like a sack of
potatoes.

Etar had a more difficult task. Because of Caltur's over reaction Etar had
to chase after her male. She quickly caught up with him and pushed him into
the jungle.

Because the road was so well traveled, Valak decided that they should all
retire deeper into the jungle to perform their kills. One by one they
formed up single file and marched for a about 10 minutes. The march ceased
when they came upon a small grassy clearing, a perfect place. Three girls,
Falmar, Maltek and Sue-Saleek were sent out for perimeter security.

The males, though quit disoriented by their sudden capture, showed no fear.
One said softly "Klingon Warrior Women" and acted genuinely impressed by
their captors. Another youth, the youngest and Valaks' victim asked
politely if they were to be smothered. Valak smiled down at the young male
and pointed to the ground. With an audible "gulp" he laid down flat on his
back. His companions then obediently lay flat on their backs awaiting the
smother.

Caltur knelt down and began to ripe the shirt off her victim. He was trying
to help by unbuttoning it by received a hard slap for his efforts. The
youth gave a quick glance at his companions but his face soon vanished
under Calturs posterior. She had him down in a revere straddle smother, her
favorite position.

Klingons, particularly Klingon women, have long sharp fingernails. Caltur
had such an enduring hate of settlers that she began to rake her victims
chest. She made stroke after stroke while he withered in pain. Soon his
chest was all bloody; nothing but shreds. Valak made no effort to
interfere. Generally Klingon warrior women were known for their aggressive
kills but not torture. The kills were performed in as humane manner as
possible, putting the victim almost to sleep prior to the actual kill.
Performing a good kill meant you and your victim shared in it's glory;
bonding together.

Valak stood over the head of her victim. She was so tall and powerfully
build that it must have been a truly frightening sight for the youth. The
lads eyes grew large with fear as she slowly settled down on him for a
squat smother. The top of his blonde head seemed all but engulfed into her
body. She was so experienced the Valak didn't need to even put a hand on
the youths head to steady herself. Once she began grinding down on him she
turned to watch Caltur shredding her captive.

Etar calmly settled down on her male in a full body smother. Some of the
girls were tired of this position since it was about the only one they
could use on the long flight. Evidently Etar must not have thought so for
she was soon deep in kill ecstasy.

After about a half-hour the victims began expiring one by one and were
tossed into the bushes as a feast for the jungle creatures. Torres was
upset at witnessing the unnecessary torture by Caltur. Caltur had made
regular kills in training but now, out her in the jungle, she was like an
untamed wild beast. Torres hoped that they all didn't revert to such a
state.

Once again they resumed their journey and hadn't traveled far when Torres
caught sight of movement a bit off to the right - a victim. He wasn't much
of a catch, rather small and insignificant. He didn't have a shirt on, as
most males in this oppressive heat and humidity. She had to act fast before
any of the other girls spotted him. With one quick tackle Torres brought
him down to the jungle floor.

She sat on his shoulders with his face between her thighs. He looked up at
her in bewildered surprise. Torres spread her legs wide then slid over his
face, pressing his nose deep into her. Once settled in she began pumping
and grinding down hard on him. Several girls congratulated Torres on such a
fine capture. Torres ignored them as she worked him into a proper state for
the kill. Several girls speculated as to why he was out so late and deep in
the jungle. No one would ever know for Torres was fast approaching her kill
ecstasy. It was so delicious, much more intense than during training. She
rode him as long as possible, trying to extend the kill. He hung on for
awhile, bonding body-to-body, soul-to-soul. With one gentile twitch he
expired. Torres stood up very pleased with herself. This had been a good
kill.

Traveling all night they finally arrived at there base camp. Everything had
been set up for them. Each girl would have a small round roofed hut. No one
would have to stand guard for highly sophisticated sensors would do that
for them. The girls number one and only function would be to hunt and kill.
Valak encouraged them to bring victims back to camp for a relaxing smother.
She also hinted that if they came across an extra victim or so she would
enjoy the donation.

The first day at the campsite was spent setting up. Torres had brought a
few things from home. Pictures of her parents, a small gift from a handsome
admirer and other such items. Klingons, being religious people, often would
adorn their homes with various sacred items. Torres carefully placed
various sacred objects about the small hut. Torres could hardly sleep that
night for at dawn they would begin their first day of hunting.

Early the next morning the girls were up and ready to go. The site was well
chosen and had a sparkling stream nearby, as well as a hot springs.
"Where's Valak, our Nest Master one girl inquired?" Usually she would be up
before them, kicking them out of bed.

Valak's husky called to the girls from her hut. Perhaps she's sick Torres
thought. When they approached the hut they saw the reason for her not
getting up. She was laying on the face of a captive grinding down hard on
him while drinking a bottle of blood wine. Obviously she had been up very
early hunting a victim. Valak, being a big women all but obscured her poor
victim. You could just barely see the bottoms of his feet not even reaching
Valak's large breasts. She told them Corporal Kamra would organize the days
hunt.

"You might find some victims near the village where I got this guy. Damn,
the name" Valak said thoughtfully. She then raised up off the male a bit
and looked down at him.

"Hey, where are you from?" she asked.

With a very weak and frail voice he gasped out "Ranston 5".

Valak then settled back down on him, wiggling her hips about to re-insert
his nose back inside. "Ya, Ranston 5".

Cpl. Kamra stated that they would hunt in pairs. Torres was disappointed to
discover she would be paired up with young Gartubus. Gartubus was tall for
her age, one of the youngest girls, and the most uncoordinated. She was
often sick and many felt she might not survive the rigors of four years
hunting. Gartubus was enthusiastic and really put out an effort it was just
that her body was not up to it.

Silently they fanned out into the deep jungle all excited over the prospect
of a days hunt. The first few hours went uneventful for Torres and her
awkward charge. They only sighted a few females and several adults. Then
Gartubus spotted him, a lone male walking aimlessly down an obscure path.

Gartubus was successful and spun him off into the underbrush. They wrestled
about for a few minutes with Gartubus coming out the winner. Once firmly
pinned to the ground they looked over their catch. He was about Gartubus
age with soft brown hair and deep brown eyes. She was quite proud of her
capture and was definitely looking forward to a long smother.

Gartubus was unsure of exactly what smother position to use on him until
Torres suggested the reverse squat smother. She would squat down onto his
face, facing his feet and vigorously track his nose along inside her.
Gartubus quickly got into position and was lowering herself down.  She was
just about ready to insert his nose inside when he began to beg for mercy.
Gartubus just laughed and settled down hard on his face. Torres knew that
Gartubus was going to take awhile on this male so she decided to check out
the area on her own.

The hunt was not going well for Torres. Even the inept Gartubus had managed
to snare a victim. Torres patience paid off for she saw a handsome male
carrying a load of wood. Torres quivered with excitement. He was very cute,
just perfect in fact. She had to have him.

Her opportunity came when he went off the trail looking for some more wood.
Torres came up behind him and twisted his arm behind his back. "Cry out and
I'll break your back." She said with firm determination. Torres then led
him over to where her companion was making her kill.

While Torres had been gone Gartubus had changed to a standard squat
smother. The victim was covered with sweat and now and then he would move
his legs a bit, twisting under his captor. She smiled up at Torres and
looked over her catch.

"Not bad, really cute in fact" She said then added "Want to swap"

"What?" Torres said with a laugh. "Trade this real cute fresh victim for
your almost dead captive. No way"

"He's not almost dead see". Then Gartubus spread her legs quite wide and
slid back a bit. Just enough for him to see out but not enough for him to
get any air. The victims hair was all matted down and he could barely open
his eyes. Gartubus then squirmed and resumed her position.

"Hey James, that's my best friend." Torres victim said.

"Oh he can't hear you now. He'll be dead within 10 minutes." Torres said,
pushing her captive to the ground. Torres then sat on his face in a reverse
straddle smother tracking his nose deep inside her. He was an excellent
victim and his nose fit perfectly. Gartubus finished off her male and went
out on her own. Torres didn't like that much but Gartubus had shown a
surprising amount of coordination and aggressiveness. She was hardly gone
ten minutes when she returned with a small male captive.

"This is a great area she said" while she studied her recent captive. She
then settled down on him in a standard straddle smother, holding his head
up tight to her body. The youth struggled a bit at first then lay still
accepting her smother. And so the day wore on, each energetic Klingon
warrior women claiming victim after victims until it was time to return to
camp.

Torres had smothered 14 victims that day, Gartubus another 13. The girls
broke out in an ancient warrior women song as they approached camp. All of
the girls had enjoyed a successful hunt. There were even a dozen or more
choice captives being held in a small compound. Valak, usually grumpy and
aloof, was thrilled by the girls success. The planet was huge and so was
the number of settlers. This was a war of attrition and, no matter how
successful the girls had been, it  only a small pin prick compared to the
vast number of eligible victims in the area. Valak had been a Nest Master
many times over and felt the girls should average 20 or more victims per
day. She remembered long ago, on GL16, how they smothered 30 to 40,
sometimes 50 victims per day.

Torres was a bit sore from the frantic smothering. These were not the
relative calm smothers she had experienced in training. After eating some
rations for dinner she headed toward the compound to select a captive to
smother for the evening. Torres notice that an altercation had developed
between two of the girls.

TorTur, a tall well-developed warrior with an explosive temper was
vigorously arguing  with Val-Kim an equal to her in all physical respects
except for height. It seemed that they had both gone after the same
captive, a handsome curly blonde haired male. Val-Kim was not liked by the
rest of the girls. She was a loner, always angry and ready for a fight. It
was rumored she had spent time in prison. The fight was short lived.

Val-Kim struck quickly and flipped TorTur to the ground with one easy
motion. She then knelt down with her knee into TorTur's throat. After a few
minutes of struggling TorTur gave up. Klingons, male and female, were
always fighting. If Val-Kim wasn't such a loner both girls would probably
end up drinking blood wine together and laughing over the fight. Val-Kim
then led her handsome victim to her hut where she sat down on him in a
reverse straddle smother.  Since Torres had been assigned Val-Kim as her
partner on tomorrows hunt she decided to try to get to know her - break the
ice so to speak.

It was noted that she had excelled during training and on today's hunt she
had smothered 22 victims. Torres respected Val-Kim's fearless energy and
dedication to her mission.

"What do you want?" Val-Kim said in a brooding manner. Torres swallowed her
rising anger and explained that they were partners on tomorrows hunt. As
partners they were to watch out for each other. You never, under any
circumstances, let your partner down this was an unwritten Klingon code of
honor.

Torres began to talk, trying to draw Val-Kim out of her shell but to no
avail. It was all a one sided conversation. Val-Kim noticed Torres holding
an old newspaper. It was a trade paper concerning only Klingon warrior
women, their training and such. "What's this listing?" Val-Kim said looking
over some recent postings.

"Hey!" she said "look at this" thrusting the crumpled sheet back into
Torres hands. The article was a boring listing of those recently assigned
to undergo Nest Master training. Nest Master training was reserved for only
the toughest warrior women. It lasted a year and they were to smother 8,000
victims each - just in training. Among the 80 or so names were a dozen or
more female Star Fleet officers.

Star Fleet had, for hundreds of years, been assigning some of it's most
promising female officers to the Nest Master training. Star Fleet had no
great love for the illegal settlements and was glad to "send a message" by
having some of it's female officers join in the kill. Though the training
was demanding it was considered to be a choice assignment. However, three
to four years posting to some obscure duty station running a nesting of
violent young Klingon women didn't seem like a choice assignment to some.

Torres eyes ran down the list; LT Johnson, CPT Burke, LT Janeway.etc. "Look
at this. Isn't this just pathetic." She said shaking the paper.

"Can you imagine this LT Janeway becoming a tough Nest Master with several
hundred thousand kills to her credit. She'd probably break a nail and have
to go to a hospital." Torres added. Val-Kim seemed much happier heaping
ridicule on this faceless LT Janeway.

Val-Kim then stated laughing. "Can you picture her getting on a victims for
the first time." Torres then did a comical bug eyed imitation and added a
"Oh dear, Oh my".

Val-Kim was laughing hilariously then added her own goofy imitation as
well. Soon they both were laughing and toasting each other.

Torres had gotten through. Perhaps they could become friends. Val-Kim then
said in a friendly manner "You'd better get yourself a victim for tonight.
I see Etat and Cpl Kamra going back for seconds" Torres then quickly made
her way to the makeshift compound and selected a rather small, scrawny
victim since all the best ones had been already taken. "You'll have to do".
she said to the frightened captive pushing him flat to the floor of her
hut. Minutes later she had his nose seated deeply into place and was
energetically grinding down on him.

While deep in a slow kill ecstasy Torres once again glanced at the
newspaper article. Her whole life she dreamed of nothing more than being a
Nest Master. She wanted to surpass the record of great aunt Sharakk's
600,000 kills. Yet the thought of serving on a Federation warship was
intriguing to her. Torres glanced out of the hut and noticed a soft gentile
rain beginning to fall. She was so comfortable that she wanted that moment
to last forever.

Dawn, if you could call it that, brought a torrential downpour. The
humidity was stifling and made breathing a real effort. Even the ever-perky
CPL Kamra was moving slowly. After breakfast each pair of warriors would
silently slip off into the deep green jungle. Torres and Val-Kim set out in
a random direction north of the camp.

The drenching rains caused them to constantly slip and slide on the muddy
jungle floor. Every so often one of them would bump a large leaf that had
collected several gallons of water and then they would receive another
unscheduled bath. At last they reached what looked like a well traveled
path. They both patiently waited for an hour or more and saw no one. They
were about to leave when two hunters came along. One of them casually
mentioned that his twin sons were still back at the cabin. Val-Kim and
Torres nodded in silent agreement.

Back tracking up the path they saw a small cabin off to the right. A quick
glance inside proved this to be the cabin. Two very handsome young males
were safe, warm and comfortable inside. The girls could have burst into the
cabin and smothered the victims right there on the living room carpet. This
was a risky option, besides neither of them wanted to be interrupted while
deep in kill ecstasy. Val-Kim had a simple solution - she called to them to
come outside.

The lads both emerged from the cabin looking around.

"Here, come here" Val-Kim said, keeping to the shadows. The youths
obediently followed her into the jungle and into a deadly trap. They were
quickly captured. Both young warriors now pondered on how to perform the
kill. The jungle floor was a foot deep in mud and crawling with various
snakes and unsavory insects driven out of their lairs by the rain. Torres
remember seeing a small abandoned cabin several miles back. The victims
were quit scared. The thought of capture by Klingon warrior women was
terrifying though they felt honored to be selected as victims by such
famous and fierce warriors. On the walk to the cabin one or both youths
could probably have made an escape but neither even tried. At last they all
made it into the relative calm of the cabin.

It was small and dark. From evidence it looked like it had been partially
burned. The roof was leaking in dozens of places. This wasn't the best
location but certainly much better than the muddy mess outside. Val-Kim
aggressively approached one of the males. To her surprise he kissed her.
She stood back - shocked. Then they all laughed. Torres victim took off his
shirt and laid down on the cabin floor. Val-Kim's captive did likewise.

Torres wrapped her legs tightly around the youths head, pulling his head up
tight to her body for an upper thigh head scissors. Once positioned she
began to squeeze down hard. Val-Kim settled down onto her captive in a
standard squat smother. Neither youth gave them much trouble. The kill had
been going on for about an hour when Val-Kim noticed that her skin was
taking on the coloration and wood grain pattern of the cabin. Torres
laughed when she saw that her arms looked like pieces of wood. Not soon
after that both victims expired gently and without a struggle. Quickly they
drug the bodies off into the depths of the jungle. Refreshed from the
recent kills they ran off hunting for another victim.

Not many people were out and about in such weather. The girls would really
have to be creative - or just plain lucky to make kills today. Off on an
abandoned logging road they saw lights and heard a commotion. Evidently a
vehicle had gotten stuck and several men were trying to get it out. Torres
pointed out to Val-Kim a youth sitting in the drivers seat gunning the
engine when told to. One of the men indicated that the youth should go back
for a stronger tow cable. With some griping he complied as set out back up
the trail. Torres and Val-Kim then followed close behind.

With violent precision both girls drug their very surprised prey off the
road. Val-Kim quickly ripped his shirt off. The jungle floor was a virtual
sea of mud - but not far away was a nice log. The frightened captive was
placed on the log and each girl took turns using him to achieve kill
ecstasy. He was no match for two young Klingon warrior women and died
within 20 minutes. Though they searched thoroughly they couldn't locate any
more victims. Disheartened they made their way back to camp.

The atmosphere in the camp was very glum, much like the weather. No one had
really made any kills to speak of except for Hal-Ravak the tall beautiful
farm girl. She caught several males in a barn and went on a smothering
frenzy. Everyone was looking forward to the next days adventure.

The were all awoken early by the ever familiar drill sergeant like voice of
Valak not so gently encouraging them to "get their lazy asses out of bed!"
CPL Kamra had a new twist on the days hunt, everyone would hunt alone.
Torres preferred the company of the other girls be it the explosive Val-Kim
to the dull plodding of Falmar. However, orders were orders and Kamra never
issued any order of consequence without checking first with Valak. Oh well,
at least the rains had stopped, that was a good sign. One by one they
slipped off into the dark depths of the jungle. Silent predators seeking
their prey.

Torres walked fast, she wanted to put some distance between her and the
base camp. After about an hour of hard strenuous walking she sat on a log
to rest. "Whistling", she heard someone whistling. She carefully followed
the sound until she came upon a wide stream. Ah, she said to herself, a
choice victim.

He was a little older than her and was fishing. Being as silent as possible
she crept up behind him. The plan was simple. A quick chop to the neck,
drag him off into the underbrush for a smother than on to the next victim.
Things did not work out as planned.

As Torres was about to pounce he swung towards her. For a brief second she
say the flash of a knifes blade glistening in the sun. Her hours and hours
of Klingon hand to hand combat paid off. She grabbed the knife wielding arm
and spun him into the bushes. The young male landed on his back still
brandishing his knife. With one well placed kick Torres sent the knife
spinning helplessly into the underbrush. Now she had him.

Quickly she knelt down and placed her right knee into his throat. He
struggled violently but to no avail. The youth tried to call out but with
Torres knee pressing down hard on him nothing of consequence came out.

"Klingon whore!" he managed to whisper. Torres said nothing and after 20
minutes he  gave up on the struggle for life. Torres was thrilled, she
loved the violent struggle, one-on-one combat - it was in her Klingon
blood. The stream looked promising so she decided to follow it.

Far up ahead she heard voices, young male voices laughing. At last she came
upon five young males and a female all swimming in a pool at the bottom of
a waterfalls. Six victims! She would have to be creative to bag the whole
lot. She then frantically went about making crude snares out of jungle
vines. The traps were finally completed so, using Val-Kims simple ploy she
called to them to follow her.

First one youth would go into the bushes and be captured then another would
go looking for the first one until she had all six. Torres felt sorry for
the girl. She hadn't killed a female before but she couldn't let her go and
alert the authorities to the presence of Klingon warrior women. The youths
were quiet, they knew all about Klingon warrior women and feared them.

After a bit of looking around Torres found a small cave. She then escorted
her captives deep inside. She then took them one at a time making kill
after kill until they were all eliminated. Quickly she ate some of her
survival rations then set out seeking other young males. After a brief walk
she came across a dilapidated old cabin.

An old man sat smoking a pipe amid the ruins that had been a crude attempt
at a porch. He was calm and had a knowing air about him. Torres and the
other girls had the strictest orders to not have any contact with human
except with victims of course. She knew she shouldn't have but she
approached him just the same. He seemed harmless maybe a bit "touched" from
too much liquor.

"Your one a'them Klingon warrior girls" He said looking her over. Torres
must have been a sight to see. Totally naked with her skin a deep green
tropical and covered with designs of leafs and ferns like tattoos.

"I got's a secret I'll tell ya' if ya' does me a favor" he said then spit
into the grass.

"What favor?" Torres asked suspiciously.

The poor old man seemed to be constantly tormented by some young males in
the neighborhood. It Torres would take care of them he would let her in on
some grave secret. Torres was more than glad to claim a few more victims so
she waited along the trail. Three young toughs soon came along, cursing and
swearing. The combat was swift and final. Torres soon subdued all three.

She then drug them into the bushes, binding them with vines. One by one she
took them using any number of kill positions. Torres went for long periods
deep in kill ecstasy. It seemed that the more kills you accomplished the
longer kill ecstasy would last. Finally her last captive gave one final
twitch and died.

Torres now returned to the old man, her mission deliciously accomplished.

"Fast worker" he said impressed with Torres skills.

"The great secret?" she asked impatiently.

It seemed that there were a number of Klingon Warrior Women living in the
jungle thereabouts. They had been there for years still making kills. He
had only seen them a few times. They were in there mid 30's with very dark
tanned skin. One snarled at him like a wild animal. Generally they left the
local folks alone - except for young males - their steady diet! There's
even some human women with them. This revelation was truly a shock to
Torres.

Obviously a long forgotten Nest had continued on with it's mission after
they were stricken from the rolls. She had heard of this happening before.
Perhaps the rescue ship had been destroyed in transit or even some clerk
made a mistake and listed them as killed. Whatever the reason it was all in
the dim past and no one would likely discover what really happened. Imagine
Klingon warrior women living wild in the jungle for all those years. Torres
thanked the old man for the tip then she disappeared silently into the
triple canopy jungle.

Torres found another lucrative site near a well traveled path. Far up the
path she saw the figure of a rather small young male. He would have to do
for the moment. Torres glanced back down the opposite direction to check if
the path was empty. When she looked back the male was gone - just vanished!
She knew none of the other girls were operating in the area. If he was
snared by one of the warrior women the old man mentioned Torres thought
she'd not bother the women while deep in kill ecstasy. One of the first
things they taught you in training never disturb a women while she's deep
in kill ecstasy. After a few minutes another young male approached.

Torres watched then sprung out violently and drug him into the underbrush.
She quickly ripped his shirt off preparing to mount him. He looked up at
her in bewilderment.

Young Tim Miller hated the life in the settlement. It was a hard cruel
life. Many young males his age were assigned dirty dangerous jobs in the
carbon mines or hauling logs out the forest. He longed for the safe
serenity of his home on earth. Tim's father was an ambitious cruel man that
spent all of the families wages drinking or gambling. Tim had many bruises
from beatings by his father. This was the way of life on the settlements,
far from the rule of Federation law. "Every man for himself, strip the land
bare and move on" was the motto.

One minute he was walking calmly along and the next he lay flat on his back
with a naked teenage Klingon girl sitting on his chest. He had only a
second to compose himself. She briefly looked him in the eyes then spread
her legs wide and slid over his face. He felt her maneuvering her hips
around a bit, inserting his nose deep into place. Finally she found the
right position and started deep, pumping grinding motions on him. This all
had happened so quickly. Vainly he tried to push her off but nothing came
of that effort.

"Klingon Warrior Women!" he suddenly realized.

With the sudden realization came the reality that he was to die. No one
ever came out from under a Klingon warrior women alive. It was hot, very
hot under her. Breathing was getting harder by the minute - yet. Yet the
soft, almost gentile pumping was making him groggy. He felt at ease, almost
protected. In those few minutes Tim felt a bonding, even love developing
between him and his captor. It was beautiful, they were bonding as one,
uniting in a soft warm sea of emotions. He didn't want the bonding to end.
All he had known was the cruel realities of settlement life now he was
transformed and taken to a higher plane.

So far the kill had gone perfectly. Torres was deep in kill ecstasy when
she felt a presence, just out of her reality. Like someone was watching. It
was another Klingon, she could feel it. Then as quickly as the feeling came
it was gone. Torres now returned to the delicious warm bath of the kill.
With a soft sigh she felt her young victim gently expire. Further
exploration turned up six more victims. Seventeen victims for the day, not
a bad total thought Torres. This number turned out to be the average daily
kill per girl for the first six months of hunting.

Six months later all of the girls were accomplished kill masters, even the
dull plodding Falmar, as well as, the frail Gartubus. Each girl contributed
to the rising toll of smothered victims. Torres was well pleased for on one
day she performed 32 kills. It thoroughly exhausted her but she would
gladly do it again anytime. They did have a tragedy though. Caltur.

Her enduring hatred of the settlers caused her own demise. From what they
could gather she was out hunting with Cpl Kamra when they came across some
choice young males. Cpl Kamra said they were too close in to the
settlements for a clean capture. Caltur, disobeying a direct order, brought
one of the males down to the ground. She was sitting on him performing her
smother when a laser blast killed her instantly. Evidently two security
guards were nearby and saw what was happening. An alarm was sounded and Cpl
Kamera barely escaped with her life. Though the settlers were now alerted
to the presence of the warrior women they didn't send out patrols or take
any extra precautions. Everyone was too interested in making money to
bother.

One day while back at camp Torres and Val-Kim were both enjoying the
pleasures of a long relaxing kill ecstasy. Torres brought up the subject of
the forgotten warrior women. This was intriguing to Val-Kim so they both
were trying to devise a plan of contact. Thoughts of formulating any plan
were interrupted when Torres victim gently tapped her on the leg. She was
positioned above him in a standard squat smother working his nose deep
around inside her. Torres was not particularly mean to her victims and
briefly raised up off him. He immediately gasped for breath then, through a
raspy voice, told the girls that some women - humans - had joined the
Klingon warrior women. These had been outcasts, women driven from their
homes by abusive husbands, others were prostitutes and criminals turned
loose into the forest and left to die. Naturally they had no great love for
their fellow settlers and were as deadly as any warrior women. Torres
thanked the young lad then settled back down onto him. "This is getting
complex" she said to Val-Kim thoughtfully.

Suddenly all of the usually very chatty jungle creatures were silent. All
of the girls were immediately on alert. No sensors had gone off but, then
again maybe the colonists had perfected a better method of detection. Then
they saw it, flying low over the jungle canopy, a cargo ship trailing
smoke. There was a clearing was not far away and it was evident that the
pilot had in mind an emergency landing there. The craft dipped down low and
crash just short of it's destination.

The girls were in a quandary, do they rush out to help rescue survivors or
do they leave that up the colonists. People were dying, burning to death
what do they do? Valak had been slowly straddle smothering a cute male when
the ship went down. The girls now turned to her for guidance.

"Ok girls, we got some people to rescue" She called out. "If any of your
victims are up to it bring them along to help. Release the captives in the
pen, we'll need their help as well." Valak said rising off her victim. The
boy was dazed but otherwise alert and volunteered to help.

One minute they were all deeply engrossed in kill ecstasy and the next they
were rushing headlong into the jungle on a rescue mission attempting to
save their enemies. Right at their side were young males that they had been
in the process of killing just minutes before. No one had a moment to
think, it was all action now - no plan, just get to the ship and drag
survivors from the spreading flames.

The jungle in the vicinity of the crash site was all blown down from the
concussion. It was a large cargo craft and the front end was completely
destroyed so rescuing the pilots would be a fruitless affair. Several men
and women, some with severe gashes, were wondering about in a dazed state.
Just when Torres gave a sigh of relief that no fires had broken however
almost as if on cue a nasty lick of flame rose up from the tangled
wreckage. It spread quickly. The rescuers had only seconds to react. Torres
ran as fast as she could, jumping fearlessly with bare feet over jagged red
hot metal. She was determined to save at least one unfortunate survivor.
Not particularly a fast runner, she found a new strength within her.
Forward she ran darting around, and sometimes through, the spreading
flames. She was the first to reach the crafts hull. It was a shambles,
split in two on impact. Mangled bodies were strewn about like discarded rag
dolls. She heard several people moaning in pain. A number of them were
still strapped to their seats and were about to be burned alive.

Desperately Torres clawed at the seat belts. Within seconds she was joined
by her fellow Warrior Women and a number of the young boys. One by one the
passengers were freed and drug clear of the wreckage. Two young women,
flight attendants by their uniforms, were assisting as best they could
despite numerous cuts and burses. It seemed like an eternity yet only
seconds had elapsed. Far toward the front of the craft a man cried out
"It's going to blow. Save yourselves, don't bother with me, I'm pinned
tight."

Valak screamed with a powerful voice "Everyone out NOW!" Torres looked at
Val Kim "We can do it" she stated. Two boys, both Val Kims and Torres
recent victims, were also anxious to help. Slowly they made their way
forward. The people up front were all horribly mangled and the stench of
burning flesh was beginning to permeate the air.

Then, amongst the twisted metal and tangle of wiring they saw him, the
engineering officer. He was young, in his early twenties and very handsome.
The officer had been spared in the crash by a large steel cabinet. Yet,
this cabinet now pinned him down. Other than a few cuts he was in pretty
good shape.

"No, no don't waste your time with me." This unselfish statement from the
engineer made Val Kim and Torres even that more determined to save him.
Klingons had tremendous respect for bravery and self sacrifice. While
trying to free him Val Kim whispered in his ear, "I'm going to rape the
hell out of you." The young flight officer looked at her shocked. Torres
nodded in agreement. The thought of being raped by two wild and violent
Klingon Warrior Women made him momentarily forget his predicament. The heat
was getting intense then, with one supreme effort he wiggled free.

Escape was no sure bet either. Propped up between the two young women and
with the boys going on ahead they steadfastly made their way out of the
wreck. None to soon for a tremendous blast knocked them all to the ground.

Upon impact, survival gear, to include first aid kits, was deployed around
the downed craft. This gear had been recovered and the girls, as well as,
some of the least hurt passengers, were applying first aid. By now some
villagers had arrived and were also joining in the rescue effort.

The Klingon Warrior Women had been so concentrated on saving lives that
they didn't notice the arrival of an armed security detachment. A large
emergency craft landed well staffed with doctors and nurses. Their task
completed, the young warriors hopped to fade away into the jungle.

The situation grew ominous when the soldiers deployed around the Klingons.
Torres noticed their weapons were set on "KILL!" mode. One by one the girls
stood up to face certain death. They were completely naked, with no weapons
for protection. Torres felt pride well up in her as Valak walked proudly
towards the soldiers. She stood with her hands on her hips, legs spread
wide apart. The other girls did likewise to face their executioners. The
situation was tense, any second they would be all cut down.

One man, a badly wounded survivor, pushed a nurse aside and stood up. With
great difficulty he staggered toward the confrontation and placed himself
directly in the line of fire. The two flight attendants were next to join
the injured man. Other passengers, some so badly burned that any movement
must have brought intense pain, joined the group. Next the villagers
silently came forward. Then, much to the surprise of everyone, the boys,
the Warriors previous victims, came forward to shield the young warrior
women. Hundreds of people now formed a shield. Torres former victim turned
and winked at her.

The officer in charge of the security team then stepped forward. He took
off his helmet. Torres noticed he was quite handsome in a rugged sense.
Like a male human equivalent of Valak. He walked right up to Valak then
shouted to his men to put away their weapons. "I've heard about this
Klingon blood wine." He stated looking Valak over. "Why don't you Klingons
get some of your wine and we'll all have a great party back at the
village."

Valak stepped forward, grabbed the handsome officer and kissed him. It was
intense violent kiss that only a Klingon Warrior Women could produce. The
officer was so stunned that he stumbled backwards and fell unceremoniously
to the ground. Everyone, especially his troops, broke out in loud laughter.
The whole crowd then let out one long cheer. A party with the villagers,
human colonists, it was unheard of!



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