This fic got SO out of hand, but I finally finished itttt! Classic "I'll just write a few hundred words for a post" to blacks out and writes 15 pages pipeline :)
mataHmeH maSachnIS! (To Survive, We Must Expand)
Fandom: Star Trek (unspecified era but would fit into the Discovery or TNG/DS9 timelines)
Relationship: F/[whatever you want] - Female Klingon prison Warden x Original Non-Gendered prisoner
Words: 7,544
Contains: Force-feeding, extreme (but possible/plausible) wg, non-consensual kink, mentions of torture, survival sex, light verbal humiliation, trauma, and Klingons being Klingons, but also complicated relationships, tenderness & affection, bonding, and caretaking :3
I HATE writing summaries, but this is what I wrote for it anyway:
You'd heard the horror stories, but the months you've spent incarcerated on a Klingon prison ship have taught you that if anything, their reputation has been understated. Your life now is about survival to the end of the week, so it's only prudent of you when you begin exchanging sexual favors with the guards to get by. When you catch the interest of the prison's Warden, you see an opportunity, but you know you're walking the edge of a bat'leth when you encourage her attention. She may just like watching how pathetic you are as you scramble for meager ration packs, but something tells you there's a longer game she's playing, and eventually, you'll be giving her more.
(aka: what if your Klingon prison Warden was a feedist freak :3)
yISop! >:) (<-Klingon bon appetit)