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Voyagers, Logic and Shadows, although it remains readable as a stand-alone
piece of course. Just as simple background, The Enterprise Bridge Crew,
a Vulcan Ambassador and A Starfleet Security Officer are in one of Quark's
Holo-Suites exploring a possible Security Breach. This story is covered
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Star Trek:DS9 - Operation Trojan Horse. [1/4]
As Odo stepped out of the holo-suite, Maria Valdez was right behind
him.
"Officer Valdez?" The Shape-Shifter asked of The Security
Officer,"What was the point of having me in here?"
"I value your input," she replied,"I also wanted you to make sure
that little Ferengi doesn't pry into what's happening in here, so I wanted
you to see just how important this was."
As she turned and walked back into the Holosuite, Odo bit back a
bitter laugh and returned to his Security Office.
- I can see through your lies - thought Odo to himself - Just
because I'm a member of the race that rules the Dominion they think I'm a
security risk! - he laughed out loud to himself, he already knew they were
going to follow him around the Station, see if he made any
'secret communiques' to the Dominion.
"What are you laughing about?" asked No'Kase, still in his Holding
Cell after nearly seven weeks from when he had invaded the Station (*).
The Cardassian's thought him dead (**), and he was here until Starfleet
figured out what to do with him.
"Just you," lied Odo,"I was wondering if they would put you to work
in the ore mines when they get you back, or if you'll just be executed?"
No'Kase frowned and sat back down, obviously finding no amusement
in the joke. His non-existence bothered him a great deal, as far as
Cardassia was concerned, he'd been killed by an Assassin who'd then gone
into hiding, as was the norm in The Obsidian Order. But he was alive,
and every day he lived in this cramped little cell was another reminder
of the huge embarrassment of his participation in the doomed raid on the
Station.
Odo's Security Console beeped, causing The Shape-Shifter to turn
and distractedly tap in a command. No'Kase had taken every chance,
every opportunity to observe Odo, to try and discover a routine, to find
an opening to help The Cardassian escape. But Odo was no fool, he kept
no set schedule and kept a hawk-like vigil of his own on No'Kase, and
The Cardassian knew that barring a miracle, he was here until Starfleet
figured out what they wanted to do with him.
Odo frowned and turned an eye on No'Kase, then made a quick
run off his smooth hands over the Console. A momentary humming noise
sounded, one that would have been ignored or even unheard by nine out
of ten people. Both Odo and No'Kase, however, knew it for what it was,
the sound of the force-field around No'Kase's cell growing stronger.
Just to be on the safe side.
"Don't go anywhere," muttered Odo, standing up and leaving the
Security Office.
No'Kase threw his head back in a silent, sarcastic laugh, then
growled as the doors shut behind Odo.
"My, in a humorous mood today, aren't we?" he muttered, then
settled back on his bunk and closed his eyes, trying to shut out the
bright light in his cell,"Maybe you'll do us all a favor and die
laughing."
(*) In Immortal Voyagers, available upon request from me at :
dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
(**) In Logic, available upon request from me at :
dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
Kira stretched languidly in her bed and allowed a small satisfied
smile to cross her face.
She loved being naked.
She was usually on call all hours of the day (or night, even with
the Station Time Devices it was hard to keep track of day and night when
you lived on a Space Station) and rarely got an opportunity to sleep in,
and especially not naked.
It was something natural for Bajoran's, who - as a race of artists
and farmers, musicians and philosophers - found nothing scandalous or
embarrassing about the nude form.
Then the Occupation had come, and suddenly women who weren't
constantly bundled up were 'asking' for rape and sexual abuse. As a
member of one of the fiercest Resistance Cells during The Occupation,
Kira had grown used to being ready to run at a moments notice and to not
sleeping in the nude.
Captured female Bajoran's were lucky not to be raped anyway,
being nude hardly increased that chance.
But now The Occupation was over.
The Cardassian's were at war with The Klingons, her former
Occupier's finding themselves exposed to the long held-in-check fury of
Klingon Warriors. Kira could appreciate the irony, in fact, she
would have relished it if it wasn't such a sinful thing to do.
But all that was unimportant, because today was the first day
of a week off for Kira.
She ran her hands down her sides, eyes slowly rolling back in
her head and a low moan escaping her lips as she enjoyed the thrilling
sensation running throughout her body.
Her legs stretched, her skin moved along the cool, silken sheets
of her bed and she rolled her head back into the firm, yielding mattress.
Being so lazy, being nude, not having to worry about working,
the coolness of the sheets, the warm snug feeling you got after slowly
waking from a long, relaxing sleep, it was all building up in Kira's
body, making her feel very good about herself.
Her hands slid up her waist and moved up over her large, firm
breasts. Her nipples tingled deliciously, growing firm and erect beneath
her gentle touch as she felt her crotch moisten in arousal. Cupping
each breast, she slowly squeezed first one orb, then the other, smiling
at the sensation, half closed eyes rolling down to look at herself.
Her legs moved apart, her shaven vagina spreading, her asscheeks
separating along the cool sheets, sending thrills of pleasure throughout
her entire body.
"Niiice," she moaned, sliding her hands back down the underside of
her breasts and slowly down her flat waist. Her crotch twitched slightly
in anticipation as her digits made their way slowly down between her legs,
sliding down over the slight stubble of her pubic hair, growing back after
she had recently shaved down there.
She still didn't know why she'd done it, perhaps out of boredom
or to try something new, she shaven all of her pubic hair away and felt
a secret thrill as she'd walked around the Station on her next Duty
Shift, the only one aware of her dirty little secret, her cunt moist at
the delightful, almost forgotten sensation of being hairless on her
genitalia.
The feeling of stubble just above her clitoris was delicious,
but she knew as the day progressed it would likely get irritable and
cause a rash from constant scratching.
She chuckled at the thought of unconsciously cupping and scratching
her crotch right in front of Sisko, Dax, Bashir or.... Prophets forbid!
Odo.
She parted the two fingers by her thumb as wide as she could and
spread them around her shaven cuntlips, then closed them together, causing
her almost bald pussy lips to mash together deliciously.
Dropping a third finger down beside her middle finger, then pushed
the middle finger inside of her pussy, sliding it deep inside of her
and groaning in happy satisfaction as the two fingers either side of her
middle one pressed together around it, increasing the pressure of her
cuntwalls on her finger.
Sawing in and out with a grin, lightly biting her lower lip and
grinning in dirty excitement. This was soooo naughty! Her first day off
in months and what was she doing? Masturbating herself stupid in bed!
She'd been around humans too long, she decided, to be so aroused by
something as simple as her own nudity.
With a sigh she slid her finger out and dropped her hand onto
her flat stomach, very conscious of the wet heat of her middle finger,
covered in her own juices.
She slowly trailed it up her waist and between her firm breasts,
up over her collar bone, skipping over her neck and stopping a half inch
from her face.
She lightly sniffed her own juices and grinned, then with the
silly paranoia that accompanied most self sex activities, she darted her
eyes from side to side before sliding her finger into her mouth.
Just in case she hadn't noticed The Ops Crew walking through the
door or something.
Her lips closed around her finger and she sucked it in and out,
enjoying the taste of her own cunt-juices.
Popping her finger out and chuckling to herself, she swung herself
out of bed and sat up, staring down at the floor and willing herself to
make the next logical step and stand up.
It had been hard enough just sitting up, she was so tempted to
just lie there all day, enjoying the slow, sexy sensations of being a
total sloth.
With a sigh that was half-put on and half-heartfelt, Kira stretched
her arms above her head, enjoying the way it made her breasts pull up
taut before dropping her limbs to her sides. She rolled her head around
slowly, making several revolutions to loosen up her neck before yawning,
grinning, and moving over to the replicator.
"Computer, replicate me a simple disposable razor, and a canister
of lubricating oil and baby oil," she chuckled, enjoying the idea of
cleaning up her stubble and then masturbating. She didn't know about other
women, but using the razor was a big sexual thrill for her.
[Unable to comply,] replied the Computer,[Replicator
Unit malfunctioning.]
"What?" muttered Kira, then frowned as the Computer took her
literally and repeated what it had said"What's wrong with it?"
[Unknown disruption in energy matrix, system wide malfunctions
are occurring.]
"Serious malfunctions?" asked Kira, concerned.
[Negative, malfunctions are in minor subsystems only, primary
systems are running within designated system parameters and back-ups
remain in place.]
"Great," muttered Kira, rolling her eyes,"So just my replicator."
She stared at the replicator angrily, as if doing so would fix
it, but when this failed to occur she reluctantly put the idea of shaving
herself out of her head.
"After all, I can't get in a Repair Crew to fix this just so I
can masturbate."
She moved towards the bathroom, thinking she'd take a shower (she
thanked The Prophets every day that being so close to Bajor and not on
a StarShip, they were able to use regular water showers rather than
the sonic variety) when a sudden thought occurred to her.
"Why don't I fix it myself?"
She grinned, she certainly had the no how, and there were always
some spare tools lying around, so why not?
She chuckled happily, grabbed a small silken bathrobe hanging over
a nearby chair and set about looking for the proper tools.
Odo frowned as the screaming Denebian was dragged away by members
of the mainly Bajoran Security Force he had working for him.
"Something wrong, Constable?" asked Captain Sisko, moving up
beside Odo,"We got our man, after all, he's been supplying arms to The
Klingons and The Cardassians and making a small fortune while causing
untold death and destruction."
"Yes, exactly," muttered Odo,"He's been selling to both sides
and getting away with it, he's careful, he's clever and suddenly his
personal holographic matrix and cloaking system breaks down and we capture
him."
"Luck went our way," replied Sisko simply, smiling,"It happens
sometimes, roll with it, Constable, it's nice while it lasts."
Odo just made his trademark grunt/sniff to show his derision,
then nodded and moved away to take his Security Teams report. He wanted
to know why The Denebian was here, if he had a customer or customers
on Station and more importantly, he wanted to know if someone had exposed
The Denebian deliberately.
Because he had a sneaking suspicion he knew who.
"Ale?" asked Quark with a slight sigh, showing not a hint of
surprise at Bashir and O'Brien's strange clothing.
"Quark?" growled O'Brien, dressed in an aviator's leather jacket
and holding a protective helmet under one arm, as was Bashir next to
him,"The Holosuites are all locked out, Julian and I had a suite booked
for...."
"Don't complain to me," sighed Quark,"Federation Security came
in here and commandeered all Holosuites, locked out my emergency overrides
and surveillance nodes and told me not to wait up."
O'Brien exchanged a surprised look with Bashir, the latter turning
back to Quark and asking.
"Federation Security? Does it have anything to do with
The Enterprise?"
The Enterprise E was docked at DS9 currently, hovering over all
of them like a protective dragon over a castle. While it was an assurance
to have Starfleet's Flagship sitting right on their shoulder, it also
lent a certain paranoia to the general feeling on The Promenade... just
WHY was The Enterprise there?
"Don't ask, I won't tell," replied Quark,"They paid me well
enough to assure that much, at least."
"There's not a Ferengi alive who can keep a secret," chuckled
O'Brien,"There's always a higher bidder."
Quark grinned, then shook his head and lifted up two ales,"Enjoy,
gentlemen, on me."
Bashir and O'Brien exchanged another startled look.
"It's serious," muttered O'Brien.
"Quick, grab the drinks!" chuckled Bashir, reaching out and
grabbing his ale,"The chance will never come again."
The Engineer and The Doctor both laughed as they walked away,
taking a seat at a table and beginning their drinks. They would order
more of course, and invite friends over if they saw them walk past,
and inevitably they'd get competitive and play darts and drink more,
and in the end Quark's two free drinks would net him a healthy profit.
"Hoo-mans," muttered Quark with a slight smile,"They just don't
get it."
Kira was bending over in front of the replicator, trying to
re-divert the energy matrix through back-up circuits to avoid the
malfunction error. As she did so, her silken robe slid up over her
smooth, curved asscheeks, exposing her buttocks and slightly stubbled
pussylips to anyone who might have been lucky enough to stand behind
her.
The feel of the silk running over her flesh sent a shiver of
delight throughout her entire body and she allowed a crooked smile,
forgetting the energy matrix for a moment.
How many people would have liked to see her in this position?
she wondered, Bashir? Definitely. Odo? most likely. Quark? beyond a
shadow of a doubt. Sisko? Who knew, the man seemed to be married to his
work, even arresting his girlfriend when he discovered she'd been helping
The Maquis. Dax? She wouldn't put it past The Trill, who like most
enlightened species was extremely comfortable with same sex or bi-sexual
relationships. O'Brien? Not likely, he was married in every sense of
the word. Worf? He was with Dax, but she'd caught him checking her out
a few times, not that she blamed him, he was a pink blooded Klingon male
in his prime, after all.
But who did she want?
She had to admit, Julian was attractive, even if his personality
tended to grate on her somewhat, and she knew the attraction was mutual
following a rather embarrassing encounter when a visiting Betazed Ambassador
had accidentally driven everyone mad with lust.
And Dax was certainly an attractive woman, with a fun loving
attitude and a sometimes devil-may-care attitude. But she was definitely
devoted to Worf, who was also devoted to her.
So poor old Kira was left alone with her fantasies.
One of which she decided to enjoy now.
Waving her exposed ass to and fro slowly, she continued to work
on the replicator as she whispered dirty comments to herself, pretending
she was someone else.
"That's it, Kira, shake that ass for Doctor," she chuckled,
mimicking Julian's voice before raising into Dax's,"Spread those legs,
you dirty little slut!" before dropping down into a parody of
Worf,"Prepare to be mated, Bajoran wench!"
Her shoulders shook from laughter, but her pussy was getting
steadily more aroused and now a prickly sensation was running through
her cunt, the small stubbled re-growth on her vaginal lips tingling
with desire.
"HAH!" she laughed, as the red energy nodule turned green and
her replicator regained it's power,"Computer, replicate a simple
disposable razor, a canister of lubricating oil and a canister of
baby oil!"
She stood up, rubbing her hands together in anticipation and
enjoying the smooth feel of the silken bathrobe sliding down over her
asscheeks. It was short, leaving the bottom curve of her asscheeks
exposed, and she hadn't cinched the silken belt closed, so it lay open,
exposing her breasts and pussy.
She moved into her bathroom, grabbing the replicated items as
she did so and settling down on her sink eagerly, running water into
the basin, filling it half way up.
Spreading her legs wide, she couldn't resist sliding one hand
down between her legs and over her vagina before placing down the shaving
lotion.
The cool feeling made her moan with pleasure, and she had to
resist the urge to cup her crotch again, not wanting to smear the shaving
lotion about. Leaning back on the sink, she spread her legs wide and
scooped up the razor, eyeing it carefully before dropping it down to
her crotch and sliding it slowly, carefully up one of her pussy-lips,
groaning in pleasure at the delicious pressure.
The rasping sensation of cool metal scraping over her cunt lips
had her rolling her head slowly back in small circles, her upper body
jolting in sudden sharp takes as the scraping metal ran over her stubbled
cuntlips then up her crotch, removing all of her pubic hair from her
lap.
She soon finished, easily shaving her cunt totally bald, with not
a single pubic hair left. Grinning happily, her large breasts rising
and falling rapidly and her skin flushed with pleasure, her legs spread
wide and her vaginal lips a light red color, streaks of shaving lotion
spread over her crotch.
She cleared the sink, then ran water onto her hand and splashing
it onto her crotch, slapping it lightly to clear the last of the shaving
lotion before picking up the canister of baby lotion and squirting a
healthy amount onto her palm.
She turned her hand upside down and slapped it down onto her
crotch, cupping her cunt and sliding it in small, almost imperceptible
circles over her pussy, spreading the oil into her flushed red cunt.
The soothing, cooling liquid made her moan in pleasure, her
legs raising up in small, jerking motions as her hand continued to grip
and knead at her pussy.
The steadily rising heat of her pussy mixed with cooling liquid
of the baby oil was simultaneously sending flashes of exquisite heat
and cool shivers of sensation throughout her entire body.
Removing her hand reluctantly from her cunt, she stared down
happily at her once again bald pussy, which was still flushed red but
no longer in danger of developing a rash or becoming irritated.
She lifted her legs up and set her feet on the sink, spreading
them wide and parting her cuntlips with the fingers of one hand while
the middle finger of her other hand slid deeply up inside of her cunt,
right in past the second knuckle.
"Oooooh," moaned Kira happily at the delicious intrusion,"Good,
very good!"
She slid the finger back out and then back in, repeating the
movement again and again, fingerfucking herself on the sink of her own
bathroom.
She moaned and groaned, tossing and twisting her head about as
her finger sawed in and out of her newly-shaven cunt, stroking over her
clitoris and sending steadily increasing pulses of pleasure throughout
her entire body.
Her nipples ached with need, begging to be felt, to be sucked
or nibbled on. Her ass shifted about on the cool surface of the sink,
a light sheen of sweat making her body glisten, her ass sliding about
somewhat due to the smooth surface of the sink.
Her eyes had half closed, her teeth biting at her lower lip
as she let the sensations wash over her, allowing cycles of pleasure
to wash throughout her nervous system. Her nipples were erect in desire,
her cunt was contracting down around her finger, her asscheeks clenching
and unclenching, her body jerking and shaking almost uncontrollably as
she approached orgasm.
Her large breasts heaved up and down, her chest expanding and
falling faster and faster, the sexy Bajoran woman sucking in huge amounts
of air and letting a low, keening noise to emerge from her as she humped
her cunt with three fingers now, all pretense of control lost as she
collapsed to her inner-most desires.
"SO FUCKING GOOOOOOD!!!!" she moaned and thrust her cunt up
hard as her squirmed her fingers deep inside of her pussy, her thumb
pressing firmly into her clitoris, grinding in a rotating circle back
and forth against the erect love button,"So... UH! So GOOOOD!!!!"
She came, her cunt gripping eagerly onto her fingers and her
juices spilling out of her fuckhole, over her sticky digits and running
down between her clenched asscheeks to pool on the smooth surface of the
sink.
Her back arched and her tits rose high up, nipples pointing
at the ceiling and head thrown back. Her eyes had rolled back in her
head and her mouth was wide open, her cries - previously loud
and excited - were now reduced to a low, barely discernible whimper of
pleasure.
Finally her body shuddered to a finish, her legs flopping over
the sink, her back relaxing and her eyes opening. Her fingers remained
inside of her pussy, feeling the warm wet heat of her own cum and the
delightful pressure/pleasure of her cuntwalls gripping onto her digits.
With a groan she slid off the sink and caught her balance before
she could collapse. Steadying herself, she felt a wave of dizziness as
her blood-flow got back into it's proper circulation, and even that in
itself was arousing.
"I'm a fucking slut," she chuckled, pulling her silk robe back
into place and staring at the site of her masturbation. She'd knocked
over the canisters of oil and lotion during her wank, and it had mixed
in the basin with the remains of the water, pubic hairs and lotion that
hadn't gone down the drain. Her own juices were dripping off of the
sink and onto the floor by where she stood.
"That's the trouble with pleasure," she murmured with a crooked
grin,"It's so messy."
"Ahhh, Doctor, enjoying some... male bonding, I believe the
term is?" asked Garak, the Station's resident Cardassian 'Tailor' and
friend of Dr. Bashirs.
Although sometimes Julian wondered if friend was the right word.
"Hardly, Garak," Bashir replied, sipping his tea lightly. He'd
taken the ale because it was what O'Brien had been drinking, and it had
seemed to suit the clothes they were wearing. But without some Germans
to shoot down over London, he had come to feel more and more ridiculous
and the Syntha-Hol had just gotten cloying, so he'd gone back to a much
more civilized, soothing drink. Tea.
A few feet away, O'Brien was engaging in a game of darts with
several Vulcan's, who had for some bizarre reason expressed an interest
in the game. O'Brien, of course, had been only too glad to show them
how the game was played and the logical, scientifically minded Vulcans
had quickly shown a knack for it.... which in turn, left O'Brien feeling
competitive and demanding a 'proper game'.
"It seems the good Chief has found himself in a losing
situation," chuckled Garak, as one of The Vulcan's scored
another bullseye,"We have a saying on Cardassia, you can teach a Vulcan
to play a sport, but you can never have any fun doing it."
"We have a saying on Earth," replied Bashir with a slight grin
back,"You can't lose if you don't play."
"Excellent suggestion, dear Doctor," chuckled Garak,"Join me for
a meal?"
"Of course," nodded Bashir, and made to follow Garak. He paused,
turning to watch as O'Brien just missed his own bullseye.
He chuckled, seeing a thousand ways the Chief could improve his
game, from the way he held the dart to the flexing of his metacarpals. But
how could he suggest this to someone who was supposed to be a better player
than he was?
With a shake of his head, Bashir joined Garak at the table.
"I had seriously considered not coming to Quark's today," muttered
Garak after making his order.
"Oh?" asked Bashir, leaving Garak to expand.
"Well, I had to weigh up then pros and cons of coming,
of course," chuckled Garak, as if it was obvious,"I mean, look at all
those Undercover Security Agents."
Julian suppressed any sign of surprise, then turned to look at
O'Brien and The Vulcans, taking time to sweep his gaze across the bar.
Ahh, not that it had been brought to his attention, he noted that
several patrons in the Bar were also looking without appearing to look,
keeping a sharp vigil on everything going on around them while having
conversations, writing in journals or just drinking at the bar.
He doubted that anyone without his 'gift' (***) would have noticed
this type of thing, but then again Garak was a Master and trained to notice
the odd, the unexplained, the out-of-the-ordinary.
"You can stop gawking now, Doctor," chuckled Garak,"The new Dabo
girl is beginning to get nervous."
"You don't mean..." started Bashir, starting to look back at
Garak, before he was interupted by Quark, who had oddly enough brought
them their order, a task usually done by his staff.
"Yes, the new girl is a Security Agent," sniffed The Ferengi,"I
was quite frankly offended that they didn't think I'd notice."
"What's going on, Quark?" asked Bashir in a slight whisper, feeling
absolutely ridiculous,"Have you finally hit the big time or has Odo gotten
paranoid?"
"I've always been big time," grunted Quark,"And Odo's always been
paranoid for that matter. But no, they're here to keep an eye on things,
make sure nothing goes wrong while The Enterprise is here."
"Something to do with The Dominion, perhaps?" Bashir asked, leaving
the question open to either Quark or Garak.
"Nothing so boring," replied Garak with a smile,"But this is not
the kind of conversation we should be having with 8 Starfleet Agents sitting
within surveillance range."
"8?" asked Quark, surprised,"I only counted 7."
"One of The Vulcans," chuckled Garak,"But don't get down on
yourself, I recognize him personally from my own.... shall we say 'glory'
days."
"Then surely he recognizes you, too?" asked Bashir.
"Oh I don't think so," chuckled Garak,"I was a woman the last
time we met."
And with that enigmatic comment, Garak went back to his drink.
(***) Doctor Julian Bashir was genetically augmented as a child,
something which he hid for most of his life until it was uncovered by
the man responsible for creating the Emergency Medical Hologram program.
End Operation : Trojan Horse [1/4]
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