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Star Trek:DS9 - Operation Trojan Horse. [2/4]
"Ahhh, a room-mate," muttered No'Kase sarcastically as the Denebian
was led into the Security Room,"How charming."
"Quiet, No'Kase," growled Odo as The Denebian was thrust into his
cell, the force-field coming into effect immediately.
"I DEMAND TO SPEAK WITH THE DENEBIAN EMBASSY!" he roared, rushing
forward and getting zapped back by the force-field.
"We've already contacted them," replied Odo quietly,"I should
say they'll be very eager to get hold of you again, a known Gun-Runner."
The Denebian's large, black eyes widened slightly, and then his
entire demeanor changed.
"No, no, it's all a misunderstanding," he soothed,"If I can be
given access to a Subspace line I can get into contact with Kul LaMor at
The Embassy, he'll explain this."
"Kul LaMor?" asked Odo,"I must say you're being very helpful,
we've been wondering who the connection in the Embassy was for a long time
now."
The Denebian let lose a groan of despair as he realized his
mistake. He'd just blown his contacts cover, this would not only put him
and Kol in prison, but it would all be traced back to his family's business
in Gun-Running.
"Amatuer!" laughed No'Kase, his laugh a short, sharp bark,"Deny
everything, always, never give even the smallest truth in your answer or
you'll eventually give up everything..... you just gave up your contact
and got nothing in return."
"SHUT UP!" roared The Denebian, then, as if this had been the last
of his strength, he collapsed down onto his bunk and buried his head in
his long, graceful hands.
"Amatuers," chuckled No'Kase, sitting down on his own bunk and
shaking with head with a slight grin. He lifted his head and looked over
at Odo,"So, you'll be getting a commendation for this, won't you Constable?
Catch a Gun-Runner, nab his contact, Starfleet will LOVE you!"
He'd been being sarcastic, of course, but something he said seemed
to strike a chord with Odo, who narrowed his eyes at No'Kase.
The Cardassian wasn't stupid, he quickly shut up, turned around
and lay down on his bunk.
And The Denebian eyed Odo carefully through his slightly spread
fingers, and suppressed a small, smug smile.
Dax dropped down onto the bed with a sigh and stared up with a
baleful glare through her window at the hovering Enterprise E.
"Fucking ship," she muttered angrily under her breath, lifting
her hand up wearily and using the joy of perspective to crush the Flagship
of Starfleet between her thumb and forefinger.
"I squish you!" she muttered, mis-quoting a hideously old t.v
comedy show Sisko had shown her on an old archive holo he'd picked up as
part of a collection involving some old Baseball cards.
Most of The Ops crew had been given time off in preparation of
a major station overhaul coming up in a week. The old Cardassian equipment
was just too outdated, too prone to failure for anyone's liking, and now
that they were the front-line defense against The Dominion it was important
to Starfleet that DS9 was ready to repel any and all attacks without
worrying about a System Crash.
And it was during this Holiday time that The Enterprise E chose
to show up and grab Worf off of her yet again.
To be fair, it wasn't The Enterprise but Starfleet Security who
were to blame. For some reason they needed the old Enterprise Bridge
Crew from several years earlier back together, and Worf - who was still
a member of Starfleet after all - could hardly say no.
With a groan she sat up and reached behind her, unzipping her
uniform down the back, looking forward to being out of the
tightly constricting uniform and getting into something comfortable. Her
last shift had been a long one, and the knowledge that she wasn't needed
again for nearly a whole week made her feel gloriously lazy.
She pulled the top off, sitting in bra and pants on the side of
the bed, her face a mixture of surliness and lazy good humor. She was
pissed at not having Worf with her, but she was happy that she could
relax and just veg out for the next few days.
Standing up, she shimmied out of her pants and let them drop to
the ground, before sitting back down on her bed wearing nothing but a
bra and panties. Reaching behind her head, she loosened the clasp in her
hair and let it drop to her shoulders, enjoying the relaxing feeling of
having her hair spilling free.
She lay down on the bed in her bra and panties, her gaze
inevitably turning to the open window and the dominating image of The
Enterprise.
With the large openings (protected by independently powered
forcefields) that all Space Stations and Star Ships used as windows,
privacy had been a major worry. Luckily, the ambient light to be found
in space from stars, nebula, planets, moons, the Stations own lights
and of course any docked starships easily protected people's privacy
by reflecting off the forcefield to create a reflective sheen giving
the appearance of a bright, white square to anyone looking at it. If
you were to get right up close, of course, you could see in, but it would
take a fairly determined voyeur to perve in on anybody in their quarters,
and they would be likely to notice you as well.
Peering through her window at the Enterprise, she noted all the
little white lights set into it's hull, most of the lower ones representing
somebody's quarters.
She wondered to herself what it must be like, working on a big
Starship like that. She'd been on Starships herself, of course, but never
something on the size of The Enterprise. She was used to knowing everybody
on board and knowing as much about them as she could, how could anyone
deal with the impersonal nature of The Enterprise.
Worf himself had told her that he had developed a close friendship
with the Bridge Crew, The Chief Engineer and a couple of others, but that
left hundreds upon hundreds of others that he had known only from the
rank on their necks. She couldn't deal with being on a ship where she
called people (or was called) Ensign, Captain, Lieutenant and so-forth.
She stared at one light in particular, focusing on it because it
was roughly in a straight line from where she lay now. As her hands slowly
trailed over her belly she wondered whose quarters they were. A fairly
low ranking Crew Member surely, perhaps an Ensign on his or her first
Assignment away from Earth, a little over-awed by the enormity of their
first assignment.
Or maybe it was some old hand, a middle-ranker who had never
shown any aptitude for moving up any higher. Some grizzled but competent,
hard working Crew-Member who enjoyed a good time and wasn't married to
his job.
Maybe he (or she!) was lying on their bed right at this minute,
staring through his/her own window and wondering about the person behind
her window.
She grinned at the thought, her hand unconsciously sliding down
her stomach and between her legs as she fantasized. Maybe he or she
was wondering how anyone could ever live on a Space Station, where you
knew everybody and everybody knew you and nobody was a stranger.
Something about the idea of somebody, maybe scores of people or
even hundreds could be looking right at her window at this very minute
and not be able to see what she was doing.
She chuckled, her hand cupping her crotch and feeling the growing
heat and moistness there. Her symbiote - Dax - allowed her the memories
and sensations of so many of it's past hosts, giving a form of immortality
to them all and eventually to herself as well. She was privy to their
deepest innermost thoughts and fantasies, and remembered in particular
Kirzon's infatuation with fetishes during a particular amusing period of
his life. He'd tried all sorts of fetishes, from voyeurism to role-playing,
from golden showers to rape fantasies to food sex to threesomes, orgies
and bisexual relationships.
Of them all, he (and by inclusion the symbiote) had gotten the
biggest thrill from voyeurism. It wasn't that he was spying on something
taboo, because for him their had been no taboos, but because he'd been
spying on someone's private time, he had found eroticism not in the act
itself but in the fact that he wasn't supposed to be witnessing it.
For Jadzia, those memories were still very strong, they were a
part of what had led to her very liberal and carefree attitude on life.
After having the memories of Kirzon alone, she felt like she'd already seen
it all, and she didn't see any need to waste time or life on being hung
up on some kind of sexual, racial or sexist hang-up.
And so now, lying on her bed with her hand between her legs,
imagining all those eyes on her, all those eyes, and not one of them able
to see what she was doing.
She imagined them all, as she lay there with her hand between
her legs, cupping her sex and slowly flexing her palm. In her mind
they were all there, standing around the bed, staring at her, men and
women, all brought there by the desire to see HER - Jadzia Dax - the
beautiful Jadzia, the sexy Jadzia.
"The horny Jadzia!" she laughed, sliding her hand up off of her
panties and then down under the waistband of her underwear, sliding her
hand over her trimmed pubic hair and onto her shaven cunt-lips.
"Aren't I beautiful?" she whispered.
"Yes."
"So beautiful."
"Oh yes, lovely!"
"Stunning!"
All the voices those of her imaginary admirers, staring at her,
watching her, WANTING her.
"Oh yes," Dax whispered, her hand against her crotch, stroking
at her clit as her other hand moved upward, sliding over her bra and
cupping one small breast. Pulling the cup down over the smooth tit
flesh, she gasped with delight at the feel of her erect nipple popping
up into the warm air of her quarters.
She imagined gasps of delight at the appearance of her nipple,
heard groans of barely suppressed pleasure coming from her invisible
voyeurs.
Moaning low in the back of her throat, the Trill gently fondled
her breast, pinching at the erect nipple, biting her lower lip lightly
with her teeth as she did so.
Her other hand remained pressed firmly between the material of
her panties and her hot pussy. One finger had slid inside of her cunt
and was making small, humping motions in and out of her cunt, the knuckle
causing a small bump in her panties that rose and fell as she masturbated
for an imaginary audience.
Removing her hand from her breast, Dax pulled the straps of her
bra down over either shoulder and peeled the cups off of her tits, exposing
them to the air, letting the bra drop down over her stomach as her hand
played with first one breast, then the other as her other hand continued
to masturbate herself with erotic vigor.
She moaned softly as another finger joined the first, plunging
into her cunt with carnal need, her hips beginning to make involuntary
bucks an thrusts, causing her probing, twisting fingers to delve deeper
and deeper into her hot pussy. Her other hand pinched at her nipples,
tugging on them then releasing them, giggling at the painful pleasure as
they twanged back into place.
She was growing more and more aroused, not just by her talented
fingers manipulation of her nipples and clitoris, but by the thought of
so many people watching her, getting off on her. Her moans filled her
quarters, she cried in pleasure, getting off on the wild sexual atmosphere
that had filled the room.
"Oh.... UH! Yes, watch me!" she cried,"Watch me get myself off!
You want me, don't you! YES! You want me! YOU WANT ME!"
As she cried out, hot cream erupted past her digits and she came,
squealing in pleasure as she ground her hips up in the air, clenching her
tight ass-cheeks firmly as she orgasmed.
"OH YES! OH YES! OH YES! OHYES! OHYES! OHYESOHYES!!!!!" she
squealed, humping her ass up and down, her fingers squelching in and out
between her thighs, her juices flooding over her fingers, creating a
dark, wet patch in her panties, dribbling down between her tight buttocks
and dripping out onto the sheets below.
She gave another little squeal of pleasure out when she imagined
Worf this evening. He would enter her quarters, feel the sexually charged
atmosphere, smell the sex on her sheets, throw her down anywhere convenient
and fuck her brains out, Klingon-Style.
"Oh yes, Worf, FUCK ME!" cried Dax, pulling her hand out of her
hot, clasping snatch and running her sticky fingers up over her flat,
toned stomach and then around her hard, erect nipples before placing the
wet digits beneath her nose, smelling the tart, sweet odor of her own
pussy juices and then sucking them into her mouth, tasting her own cunt
cream.
"Tasty," she chuckled tiredly, and slid her hand back down under
her panties and between her legs, falling asleep like that, a truly erotic
sight for any lucky voyeur who might have been watching.
Her last thoughts before she fell asleep were that if anybody
had been watching her window through theirs, then they had no idea what
they'd just missed out on.
On board The Enterprise E, two Ensigns sighed as they approached
the subject of Jadzia's interest.
"Maintenance Storage 7-Alpha my ass," muttered the first Ensign,
turning his gaze on the other,"It's a Broom Closet."
"Not quite that primitive, Gordy," replied the other,"But I agree,
it's a fancy title for what equates to a cupboard."
They opened the door and stepped in, grabbing the electronic
vacuum units, or EVU's to go clean up a plasma leak on Deck 19. As they
grabbed them, Gordy noticed, not for the first time, the open window set
into the wall.
"Hey Frank, how come they put a window in here? Why do the EVU's
get a view?"
"Design flaw," replied Frank blackly,"Some idjit had ideas for
putting in Crew Quarters on this deck, until someone pointed out the
plasma manifolds had to run energy conduits throughout the deck structure."
"Man, Designers," muttered Gordy, then he and Frank turned and
headed back towards The Turbolifts. Arriving, they were nearly knocked
over by an Officer in a rush.
"Oops, sorry.... eh," The Officer glanced at Gordy and Frank's
collars,"Ensigns, carry on."
"Yes sir," replied Gordy, trying to think who this guy was, he
checked the collar,"Lieutenant, sir."
The three moved on, forgetting the others existence almost as
soon as they were out of sight.
"How are those System Diagnostics coming along?" Sisko asked
the technician. He was a bit put aback by having different officers on
Ops, but his regular crew were getting a well deserved break before they
performed an exhausting total overhaul on the Operations Center the
following week.
"They should be done by now, sir," muttered the technician, Lt.
Halves,"But I keep registering odd energy signatures in the
plasma manifolds, they're causing system malfunctions in several non
essential systems."
"Odd," muttered Sisko,"Find the source of the disturbances, then
get a Maintenance Crew down to sort it out, we don't need any kind of
malfunction a week before we replace everything."
"Yes, sir," replied Halves,"I think I've pinpointed the source
now."
Sitting in Quark's Bar at a quiet table by himself, A Starfleet
Security Officer stopped his surreptitious surveillance of Garak and Bashir,
who had gone back to verbal sparring, and pulled on his collar as if to
loosen the tight material.
Activating the minuscule electronic device woven into his pips,
he began Operation : Trojan Horse.
The Denebian felt the slight pulse in his ankle but gave no sign,
lying perfectly still on the bunk, his black eyes gazing at the bright,
white roof.
In five minutes, the test would begin.
Rom sat up in his bed, blinking his eyes and smacking his lips
to get the moisture back.
He looked around, confused at the hazy atmosphere in his quarters,
his extremely sensitive ears picking up a low classical beat of Bajoran
music whose location he couldn't quite pinpoint.
"Hello?" he asked, suddenly sure he wasn't alone in his room.
"Hello, lover," whispered a low, sultry voice right next to his
ear, making him jump.
"Lee.... Leeta!" he gasped, noticing for the first time that
the sexy Bajoran woman was sitting next to him in the bed, wearing only
a skimpy crimson negligee.
"What's the matter, Rom?" she asked with that quirky smile he
loved so much,"Don't you want me here?"
"NO! Uh! YES! I mean.... oh I don't know what I mean!" babbled
The Ferengi,"Leeta, what's going on? Why is it so foggy in here? Where's
the music coming from... I don't......."
"Shhhh," she whispered, and lifted her hands to his ears, gently
stroking her fingers down the sides of his lobes.
His entire body stiffened in shock, then melted as his most
erogenous zone was stimulated.
"You like that?" she asked him, smiling.
"Oh.....
....yes," he said, then realized he was standing in the shower
with her, both of them naked now, her fantastic body bared for him at
last.
"What?" he asked, then shut up as she turned around and pressed
her naked, wet body against him.
"Wash me, Rom, then I'll do you."
Rom forgot all about the bizarre series of events that had led
to this point, forgot that he didn't actually have a water shower in his
quarters, just a sonic one, and decided to just go with it. He began
lathering up her smooth body with the soap he found in his hand. Leeta
groaned softly, enjoying the attention she was receiving from her lover.
She snuggled her body back against Rom, allowing him to run his
hands down over her body as his penis stiffened in anticipation of sex,
pressing into the crack of the Bajoran woman's tight ass.
Leeta reached behind her and grabbed his member, stroking her
smooth hand up and down over his cock as Rom took one large, soapy breast
in each hand. He lifted Leeta's large tits up, gently massaging them as
he pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock through her soapy fingers,
rubbing between the crack of her ass.
She leaned her head back into the crook of the Ferengi's neck,
looking up at him as she whispered,"Come on, Rom, take me right here in
the shower, do what you've always wanted to do, fuck me in the ass right
here in the shower."
Rom's eyes widened in total shock. He'd always wanted to try
fucking the hot Bajoran's asshole, he'd always had a fetish for anal
sex, but his first wife had totally refused it, no matter how much latinum
he'd offered her. Theirs had been an odd marriage for Ferengi, she had
been very dominant and extremely business savvy, sometimes she'd even
made him chew his own food!
But now here he was with Leeta, the girl he'd lusted after ever
since she'd taken a job at his brother's Bar, offering to let him take
her up the ass.
He'd be damned if he let this opportunity go to waste.
"Oh Leeta," he gasped enthusiastically,"If you want me to take
you up the ass right here in the shower, you know I will!"
"Oooh yes, hurry lover!" moaned Leeta excitedly, she bent over
so that her ass was pointing right up at him and spread her legs wide,
sliding her hand down between the soapy, parted crack of her ass.
Rom set one palm firmly against Leeta's back, and grabbed his cock
firmly with the other, pressing it forward so that the tip was pressing
firmly against the pink, puckered rosebud of her anus.
With a groan of happiness echoed by his Bajoran lover, The Ferengi
eased the head of his cock forward inside of her tight opening, feeding
his meat into her tight bunghole.
"Mmmmm," moaned Leeta happily,"Yes! That's it, Rom! Split my
ass with that big Ferengi cock of yours!"
Rom grinned happily, tilting his pelvis to increase the feeling
of incredible tightness around his cock. Pushing forward, he sunk his
cock deeper and deeper into The Bajoran's rectum as he arched his back
to increase the depth of his anal penetration.
Leeta moaned softly, feeling Rom's hot dick deep inside of her
butthole as hot water from the shower sprayed down upon both of them.
Rom was fully inside of her now and with a grin, began to pump his meat
in and out of his lover's ass as she began to make small thrusts back
onto his crotch.
"Oh-ho, you like that, don't you," chuckled Rom, feeling
a confidence he rarely ever felt,"You like having my big Ferengi cock
inside of your tight little Bajoran ass, don't you!"
"Oh yes, Rom!" cried Leeta,"I love it! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!"
Rom couldn't believe it, finally here was a beautiful, desirable
woman who not only wanted him, but loved to get fucked up the ass as well!
Ever since he'd seen her wiggling her hot little ass around the
Daboo table he'd wanted to ream out her asshole, and now he was getting his
dream, he was buttfucking the hot Bajoran woman, Leeta!
Her anus felt like a vise about his cock, she was so tight that
he knew he couldn't keep up the steadily increasing pace of his buttfucking
thrusts into her asshole for long, but he didn't let that thought stop
him. Instead he just kept banging away at Leeta's hott ass, pumping his
cock deep into her hot rectum, loving not just the sensation but the sight
of his balls banging against her hotly curved asscheeks and his thick
cockmeat burying itself inside of her hot asshole.
"OH! That's it, Leeta! your asshole is squeezing the cum right
out of my cock! I'm going to cum inside of your hot Bajoran butt!!!!"
"Oh I'm going to cum, Rom!" squealed Leeta,"Shoot your sperm
up my ass! Blast my butt with your jism!"
That was all Rom needed to hear, gripping her hips firmly he
thrust his cock fully inside of Leeta's hot asshole and blasted her
rectum full of sperm.
Leeta squealed in excitement and came herself, blasting her
cunt-juices down her thighs as her asshole clenched down tightly on Rom's
thick cock-meat. She was in heaven, loving the feel of her lover's
hot, hard cock plunged fully inside of her bunghole, his hot semen now
coating her anal walls as she shuddered through a delicious orgasm.
"Did you like that, Leeta?" asked Rom, then blinked as he found
himself back in bed, dry as a bone as Leeta hunched over his crotch, sucking
on his cock.
"Huh? Wha?" he gasped, then laid his head back into the pillow
and moaned happily as he felt Leeta's open mouth slowly pumping up and
down over his penis as she ran her tongue expertly around his shaft.
Lifting her head so that only the head of his cock remained inside
of her mouth, she pressed the tip of her tongue against the eye of his
penis and firmly applied pressure, tasting the pre-cum oozing from his
cock as one of her hands cupped his ballsack, kneading and massaging his
nuts before removing her mouth from his cock and lowering her face to
take first one, then the other, testicle into her mouth, sucking on The
Ferengi's balls.
With a groan of pleasure, Rom watched his cock disappear inside of
Leeta's mouth, her lips sliding down his cock and swallowing the full length
of his erection, deepthroating The Ferengi, then withdrawing back before
plunging her mouth down over his cock again, the head of his penis pushing
against the back of her throat.
"Oh Leeta," moaned Rom, and found himself face to face with the
sexy Bajoran all of a sudden, her legs up on his shoulders as he sank
his cock deep into her cunt.
With a groan of pleasure, The Ferengi began a quick, easy pumping
motion between her legs, fucking hot, wet Bajoran pussy with long, slicing
strokes of his meat into her juicy snatch. His crotch pressed firmly into
her tight asscheeks with each stroke of his cock, her feet on his shoulders
jerking up and down as the enthusiastic Ferengi thrust-fucked in and out
of the moaning, groaning Bajoran Beauty.
She had tilted her pelvis to allow him total, deep penetration
into her cunt, causing their crotches to grind together deliciously with
each connecting stroke of their hips.
Rom had given up on trying to make any sense on these fantastic
turn of events or the bizarre way things had come about, instead all he
worried about was fucking Leeta as deeply and hard as he could. The
lust in his eyes was mirrored in Leeta's own, her large breasts rose and
fell in an intoxicating rhythm, her feet drummed up and down on her shoulders
and her cunt clenched tightly around his pistoning prick.
He leaned firmly into her, shoving his hard cock as far inside of
her as he was able, gripping her large breasts and mashing them together
and rolling her nipples between his fingers as he watched his cock slamming
in and out of her cunt.
"Oh.... OH.. OOOOOOOOoohhhhh ROM!" squealed Leeta,"Oh yes! Oh
Bzzzzzzt! Bzzzzt! Bzzzzzt! Bzzzzt!"
"Bzzzt?" asked Rom, stopping in mid-stroke,"Leeta?"
Leeta stared up at him from her flushed, excited face, her eyes
alight with passion as she said,"Bzzzt! Bzzzt!"
Rom sat up with a gasp, sweat running down his body in rivers,
his sheets sticky with perspiration.
Bzzzt! Bzzzt!
His door was buzzing, signaling that someone was outside, wanting
to be let in.
"Leeta?" gasped The Ferengi, looking about and finding no one
else in the room.
Bzzzt! Bzzzt!
"Com.... COMING!" he yelled.
Shaking his head in confusion, The Ferengi got up, stared dismally
at his admittedly large but right now useless penis, and then pulled on
a pair of pants.
He stumbled to the door, holding his aching head and vowing not
to drink Romulan Ale ever again, no matter how much Quark felt like
celebrating record profits.
The door whirred open at Rom found himself staring at Ensign
Kalis, one of his fellow workers on his Maintenance Crew.
"Took you long enough," muttered Kalis,"Come on, we need you
down in the old Ore Processing Chamber to work on some Energy Fluxes,
grab a sonic shower and get your ass into gear."
"Oh... okay," he murmured, turning to stare at his rumpled bed
with a sigh,"Sure thing."
Odo approached his Security Office, irritated at Sisko's bizarre
request to write up a Station Security Report 4 days earlier than usual.
The Denebian grinned, stood up and moved to the connecting wall
between his cell and No'Kase's.
"Hey, hey Cardassian!" he grunted, tapping on the wall,"Wake up!"
No'Kase opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling and allowing a
small frown to crease his lips.
"Denebian, sleep is the only joy left in my life, this had better
be good."
"Oh it is, Cardassian, it's very good indeed," chuckled The
Denebian,"And call me Jac Ul-Mar."
"T'Nark," replied No'Kase, lying coming as naturally to him as
flight to a bird."
"How would you like to return to Cardassia a hero, T'Nark," said
Ul-Mar with a chuckle.
"You have my interest," murmured No'Kase, sitting up and staring
at the connecting wall with narrowed eyes,"Speak."
Odo froze at the corner of his door, spotting through the arched
circle of the Cardassian style doors The Denebian standing at the connecting
wall between his cell and No'Kase's.
He turned his back to the wall and with the barest hint
of concentration disappeared into the very surface of the wall itself.
Thinned down to a molecule thin sheath of liquid metal, Odo slid
through the cracks of the doors and spread out along a wall of the Office,
listening to everything that was said.
End Operation : Trojan Horse [2/4]
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