Jori's Diary
by Moriahlin and kira-nerys

Why can't I sleep? Why can't I turn my thoughts off? He is not worth losing a moments peace over.

Kira's thoughts turned and twisted in her mind as they had for the last three nights.

Please, Prophets, just let me sleep and forget I ever saw that damn, damn, diary…confession…pornographic rant…whatever the hell it was!

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The memo disc had fallen out of the wall seam when Chief O'Brien was repairing her replicator unit for the hundredth time. It had winked in the light like a small jewel and she had picked it up with a shiver of foreboding. The scan showed that it was Bajoran and had been manufactured during the Occupation. The surface was damaged by contact with the power coupler relays and she wondered what brave soul had hidden it in the wall to be found years later.

A terrorist hiding secret information before he or she was dragged off to interrogation? A slave that was listing a testament to brutality that would go unanswered until the Cardassian overlords finally withdrew? She had cleaned it carefully and downloaded what little info that remained. It seemed to be a journal of sorts, disjointed words and dates were too fragmented to be of any use. Only one small part remained at the very end. The voice was that of a young Bajoran woman, probably from the Tellkanna Province by her accent, who seemed to be named Jori. She was speaking as though she was sharing the latest gossip with a close friend. But the content, oh Prophets, the scene she described between herself and that, that lecherous old vole….

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"Well thank goodness for that. The thought of spending the rest of the day here while you fucked me till I begged for mercy was more that I could handle." he said. I looked at him in shock for half a second. Just long enough to see the wicked glint of humor in his eyes, before I lunged at him.

"Oh, really?" I growled. You insufferable egotist. I will make you pay dearly for that remark." I straddled his legs with mine and held his shoulders pinned to the side of the tub.

"And just what form will this payment take, Jori?  I seem to have left my latinum in my pants when you ripped them off of me," he continued in a goading tone.

"So you think you can goad me into fucking you till you beg, eh? I think you may have just bitten off more than you can chew." My eyes narrowed into slits as I thought of some very delicious ways of making him 'beg'. I moved across his body, leaning over his shoulder, nearly pushing my tits into his face and reached for the soap and the cloth. "I think we need some cleaning up first of all," I said and pretended as if the thought of sex had suddenly just fled my mind. He looked at me with disbelief.

He appeared to be pretty sure I was just putting on a show, and I planned to. And what a show he would be getting. I rose to my feet, and the water dripped down my body, as I began lathering up the cloth. In slow, deliberate strokes I began washing, letting the water and the soap run down my body as I leaned my head back and made sure he knew exactly how deliciously lovely the warm water and the feel of the cloth was on my skin. I saw him rise to his feet. An interested gleam had appeared in his eyes, but I paid no heed to it. I simply kept going, letting all my inhibitions disappear.

I thoroughly washed my neck, moving my hands slowly downward to cup my breasts and washed them very carefully, rolling the nipples between my thumb and my index finger. By now I most definitely had his undivided attention. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back moving my hands downward to soap my belly and my hips, avoiding the place that began to ache with a familiar need as I saw the look of lust on his features. He stepped closer to me, I could hear the water move as he did and I snapped my eyes open, sending him a forbidding look and he stopped cold in his tracks.

"Oh, you naughty woman," he complained huskily. I didn't pay much heed to his complaint though. Instead I moved to sit down on the edge of the tub spreading my legs in front of him. He moved to sit down again, watching me, knowing I would not allow him to touch me now. I moved my hands over my own body, one hand slipping over my thigh in a caressing movement and the other cupping my breast. I looked at Dukat under lowered lashes and smiled wickedly at the raging need I could see in his eyes. He was hard, I could see that from where I was sitting, and I knew he expected me to finish this game. I felt a little uncomfortable at that moment, wondering what I'd gotten myself into. As if he could sense my uneasiness he whispered: "Oh, you are so beautiful, woman. You are so beautiful, and I want you so much..."

That voice made my desire build again, enough to allow me to lose myself in what I was doing. It never failed to arouse me to the limit of what I could take. So, deliberately, slowly, I moved my hand down between my legs and started caressing myself. I shut everything out but the sound of his ragged breathing and I did what I had done to ease the pain of loneliness before I met him and as the pleasure overtook me, I threw my eyes open and looked at him. The feelings of desire were more intense than any other time I had ever done this and the sensations of lust went through me again and again until I relaxed before him. He was positively awestruck at the 'show' I had put on and I could not think of anything that would arouse me more than seeing him pleasure himself for me. I wondered silently if he would do that for me. I wasn't sure I would dare ask him.

At the thought of him losing control and masturbating for me I felt the lust renew inside me. What could I do to tempt him? My fingers where still at the entrance to my sopping wet folds and I slowly, teasingly ran them up my belly and around my tits. I never dropped my gaze from his eyes and I saw the look of a man that was trembling with the need to leap across the space that separated us and plunge into me. I lifted my fingers to my lips and started to lick them slowly. I had never done this before and would not have believed that I could want to, but with him all limits seemed to be null and void.

I sucked my thumb into my mouth and moaned deep in my throat as I worked it in and out. I saw his hands clench and he squirmed a bit on the marble edge of the tub. I smiled at the thought of the sensations that were running through his body. No less intense than mine, I was sure and I had just climaxed too. I blinked and looked down just long enough to see his hard member throbbing and leaking tiny drops of precome as he watched. I returned my gaze to his eyes and smiled as I withdrew my thumb and returned to licking my fingers. Slowly I swirled my tongue around the tips and made little moaning sounds.

"Do you like this, lover?" I purred. "Do you like to see how I feel when you look at me with your pretty blue eyes?"

His breath caught in his throat and he nodded. 

"Show me how you feel, Dukat. I want to see what I do to you." I whispered. "Touch yourself for me." I urged him.

With the look of a man caught in a dream, his hand moved from his side to the base of his throbbing shaft. Still wet with bath water and the drops of precum, his fingers glided smoothly up and down as his breathing grew more ragged.

I felt the fire build to new heights inside me as I watched him caress himself for my pleasure. I took my free hand and rubbed my tits as I sucked my fingers in rhythm to his strokes. His legs parted so I would have a better view as he moaned.

"Is this what you want to see, girl? Is this what you want me to do for you?" His voice was even deeper with passion.

I took my hand from my face and went to my knees in the lukewarm water. On all fours I slowly crawled to his side and looked up at him.

"I want to see you come in you own hand, lover," I purred. "I want to see you come while you think of me."

His hand moved even faster as he looked at me on my hands and knees before him. His back arched as he tossed his head back with a cry of near pain. The black hair plastered against the ridges on his forehead, and I watched him lustfully as he came.

"Ah, Jori, Jori, please, ahhh..."

His cock jerked again and again as the sticky threads of seed shot from it onto my face and throat. I eagerly lowered my face and sucked the tip of his manhood into my mouth and drank in the last, sweet drops. Shudders of aftershock were still running through his body as I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his softening penis.

"Thank you, thank you." I murmured. His hands reached down and he ran his fingers through my damp hair.

"Oh Jori, I can't believe what you do to me." he sighed. "I lose myself in you." he continued. I bestowed one last kiss upon his spent shaft and lifted my face to his.

"It is the same thing that you do to me," was all I could reply.

"Well," he said. "It seems you can coax me into just about anything, my sweet slave," Dukat said. "But right about now I think cleaning up would be the wisest thing."

"Yes," I agreed and we both got out of the tub and I let the water out of it. Dukat moved over to the sonic shower and turned it on low. Only the Prefect of Bajor could command the luxury of a real water bath and a sonic shower in his quarters.

"Come on," he coaxed me "There's room enough in here for both of us." The shower was a quick one. I smiled at Dukat as we both realized that we'd worn each other out for the time being and when his stomach growled in protest, we made the ceremony short and washed up quickly and got out of the bathroom in twenty minutes flat. He was dressed before I was. My long hair took time to dry and he left me to it. When……

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The diary ended there and Kira tossed in her bed as waves of hot anger, (yes the heat must be anger she told herself yet again) shot through her body. The man had no soul, to debase a young woman to the point where she would do such lewd things with him…

It did not bear thinking upon. I hate that bitch, that collaborator, that whore. I hate her!

Kira's thoughts finally ebbed as her exhausted body gave in to the need for sleep.

I hate her, yes - I envy  her...

~ The End ~