Jori's Diary 2
by Moriahlin and kira-nerys

Kira woke up early next morning, from an all but restful sleep. Images of the Gul himself had invaded her dreams all night. Very vivid, very erotic images. She woke up feeling the yearning to make love.

It's been too long. That's all there is to it. Nothing else.

It was her day off and she stayed in bed for another hour, trying to go back to sleep, but when the chronometer told her it was 0600 she gave up, full well knowing it was of no use. All she could think of was that diary. That collaborating woman's diary. Jori was her name.

I wonder if there is more of that diary that could be rescued, Kira mused to herself and then she growled as she stomped over to the replicator to get something to eat.

I am not going to think about that anymore. I am going to throw it away.

Kira left the moba fruit juice and the Dakhur bread lying in the replicator as she moved back over the floor, her eyes scanning for the padd.

I'm going to throw it into the recycler now! But wait - what if there is some important tactical information about Cardassians? It is plausible that there might be something worth rescuing on that pad...

Kira bent down and picked up the pad and stared at it. Her finger almost caressing the controls. There was a program that Chief O'Brien had created for Dr. Bashir that could restore fragmented information, maybe she could try that as well?

Totally oblivious of the fact that the replicator automatically terminated her food when it had been standing there untouched for more than 15 minutes, she moved toward the work console in her quarters. She slid down on the chair and began accessing the data rescue program she hoped might be useful. Deftly, Kira set to work.

There  had to be more than just sex on that pad....

*  *  *

Two hours later she was finished. Almost half of the pad had been restored. Over four hours of information. She bit her lip. Should she give it to Sisko? But no, it was enough that she, as a Bajoran would hear one of Dukat's mistresses going into minute detail about her sessions with the Gul. It was not for non-Bajorans to hear. Determinedly she pressed the button for audio use and sat back in one of the comfortable easy chairs in her room. She closed her eyes tiredly.

"Computer, begin playback!".

*  *  *

"He is insatiable, absolutely insatiable. But I have no reason to complain. Dukat is a wonderful, attentive lover and I revel in his touch. I know I shouldn't, but being alone for so long, living in the kind of area I did before he took me under his protection, I find it hard to hate him as much as they say I should. I want to feel loved and cherished and I need some joy from life. He gives me that at least. Today he took me off Terok Nor, out in his personal shuttle. He said he wanted to show me Bajor from orbit. I can see Bajor from the station any day, but he said that seeing it from far away, between the moons, it seemed like a jewel hanging in space. I believed him, and why should I argue with him since the thought of being allowed this amount of freedom was rare for one in my position?

He brought me through station security checks and I couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of leaving. Leaving the condescending looks of other Cardassians, or the hateful glares of the Bajoran workers...

At the same moment we entered the shuttle he got rid of the unyielding cuirass, leaving only a black shirt with a wide neck to display his ridges in a tantalizing way. He led me to the front, and seated me next to one of the forward consoles. Unlike some other Bajorans - resistance fighters and workers, not comfort girls like myself -  I had never seen the inside of the shuttle cockpit and I watched in awe as he skillfully piloted it away from Terok Nor and out into the blackness of space.

As we pulled up in the shadow of the moon he called Jeraddo, I gasped. It was indeed beautiful. So beautiful that I felt my heart twist with awe. I turned to look at him and his Cardassian features were soft, like a child waiting to hear the judgment of a parent when he had done something good. I think the look on my face gave him what he needed because he smiled and then his face changed from childlike innocence to lust in a matter of seconds. I swallowed hard. I wanted him. I couldn't deny that, so I simply reached over and guided his face towards mine. I feasted on his lips till we were both breathless. My hand traveled down his neck, caressing the ridges, over his chest to finally rest upon his thigh. I had missed him so badly all the nights while he was away at the conference, and to finally have him to myself where I could allow my desires to show was a true relief. His thigh felt tense under my hand. He was moving about and I wondered, absentmindedly, what he was up to, but suddenly the seat reclined backwards and he pulled me into his lap in one smooth motion.

"Oh," I said in surprise. "You sure you don't want to go inside the back cabin?" I asked. I had seen a more comfortable place in the rear area of this shuttlecraft that had a couch and chairs for VIP's.

"Oh, I'm coming inside all right," he grunted and buried his face in my neck and I could feel his warm lips and his tongue play with my sensitive earlobe. My pagh burned under his exquisite touch. I squirmed in his lap and felt him harden against me. The urgency between us was incredible. His hands roamed over the thin, silky dress he had asked me to wear and moved underneath it to clutch at my scantily clad buttocks. I moaned and moved away slightly to grab at the opening of his pants. Oh, I knew how he felt. There was no time to get out of this chair and into the back of the shuttle. I wanted him now. Right now. 

He moved his hands up to my face to hold my head still as he kissed my lips. His tongue thrust inside my mouth and I sucked eagerly at it, as I tried opening his pants. He lifted us both up so I could pull them over his slender hips and then I felt his hands move urgently over my thighs pulling the skirt up to my waist. A ripping noise was all that informed me of what happened to my underwear. 

Then he helped me shift around to allow us more room to move and suddenly I was straddling his thighs. Once again he lifted me up and positioned himself so his cock was at my slippery wet entrance, and when I sank down on him we both moaned aloud.

"Oh," he sighed. "Oh, I've wanted to do this to you all day, Jori. Woman, you drive me insane."

We sat like that for a brief moment before we began moving but when we finally did the heatwaves crashed down on me and I clawed at the thick fabric in his shirt. I was driven wild by seeing him sitting here, still dressed and with his cock buried deep inside me and with a positively lustful expression on his face. 

"Jori," he moaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck. His hands were gripping tightly on my hips, lifting me up and down, to help me meet his every thrust.   He was deliciously hard and I moaned loudly each time that he plunged deep inside me. His breathing was ragged and I moved my head down to kiss him. The kisses were almost violent as if being apart for those few days was far too long. I had never felt so incredibly wanton in my life as I had since I met Dukat.

"What are you doing to me, Dukat?" I whimpered. "Oh, Dukat... Prophets, you make me feel so good!" 

At that he pulled me down for another kiss, responding with harder thrusts as we moved closer to our release. I pulled at his shirt, no longer content with not being able to feel his naked skin under my hands. I ripped the fabric open and I could hear him chuckling against my throat as he kept kissing me there when he heard the fasteners tear.

"Now we're even," he panted as I let my hands roam over his bare chest.   The scales still felt alien to me after months of being his lover, but they no longer felt wrong. I could never again imagine having a lover who didn't have scales. They felt so deliciously erotic underneath my fingertips.

"Yes," I sighed and leaned forward to kiss that open expanse of skin and nibble at his neck ridge. It never failed to drive him mad with desire, but it was a bit awkward and he lost rhythm so I sat up again, helping him thrust against me.

"Jori, my pet," he warned. "I'm going to come." I heard the little code word used between us and sank into the role he wanted from me.

"Yes," I said, "Yes, my sweet Master. Come inside me!" His hand moved down between us to caress me and when he buried himself deep inside me one last time before he came. I felt my own orgasm ripple through me and I relaxed in his arms.

I sank down onto his chest. It had been far too fast for me to feel complete. Our breathing slowed and I lifted myself to look at him. He was watching me with a serious look on his face.

"What are you thinking?"

"I was just thinking that I have not done this in at least 25 years. There is not much room to move in this shuttle."

I looked at him and replied. "Pity that you feel stuck. I had planned on having 'dessert' with Terran chocolate syrup and whipped cream, but if you can't make it...."

"Oh, we will see who can't make it," he growled. It was always a great way to tease him. He was a little sensitive about the difference in age between us. "I think that dessert is a great idea."

He lifted me to the side and we both got out of the chair. My knees felt weak from the thoughts of the pleasure we would have this night. He pulled his pants up and zipped them. I smiled. Now why would he go and do that when he was going to be out of them in a matter of seconds anyway?

I turned and gave Dukat a tug towards the back of the shuttle. He needed little urging. No sooner had we reached the back, before I felt his hands at the back of my dress. He was gentler with it than he had been with my panties. The clasp at my neck was released and the silky blue fabric slipped of me like sheaths of water. I turned to face him and stepped out of the pile of fabric into his arms. He gripped me tightly and ran his palms down my bare back and hips. Since my panties were lost and I had not worn a bra with the dress, all that still covered me was my stockings and high heels. He touched the midnight blue of the lace tops of the silk stockings and I saw his pants tighten with the beginnings of a new erection.

"Very nice, very nice indeed, my pet," he whispered. "I think you should keep those on."

I smiled up at him. "Shall I keep the heels on as well, Master?"

"Oh yes, baby. I want to see your pretty bare ass as I fuck you from behind." His voice was low and rough with passion. "I want to see you leaning over the couch, standing on those pretty high heels while I fuck you till you scream my name and beg me to let you come."

My breath quickened as I listened to him weave a spell of words.

"Do it, do it to me now." I begged. He stepped forward and backed me slowly over to the back of the couch. As I felt the cool, soft fabric behind my knees he stopped and kissed me fiercely.

"Turn around," I did as he bid me and waited to see what he would do. His mouth touched me lightly upon my shoulders. Little kisses and love bites down my neck and back. I felt goosebumps rise up everywhere his lips teased me.

"Please, Master, please." I whimpered. My desire was burning as brightly as ever.

"Patience is a virtue, my girl. I am going to see that you become very virtuous tonight." His hands reached up to cradle my tits and his large gray fingers stroked lightly on the sensitive undersides and around the nipples. I arched my back to press against his hands but he was not going to let me get away with that. I whimpered and squirmed and he laughed at my need for his touch.

"Not yet. You will come only when I permit it"

His lips and hands continued to torment me, making the fire burn brighter but not allowing me any relief. I reached behind me to grasp at his belt and pants. I worked to unfasten it and free the hardness I could feel pressed against my ass. I ripped the zipper down and tried to twist around but he pressed me up against the couch and held me still. At least now there was one less layer of clothing between me and that pretty cock I was craving. I writhed and rubbed my ass against him. I wanted him to lose control and take me now, but he was having too much fun seeing me beg.

"Do you like this, Jori? Do you want me to make it good for you?" he purred in a wicked voice. His fingers grasped my nipples and he rolled the hard nubs back and forth between them. I panted and moaned with the feelings he aroused in me. One hand snaked down to rest on my pussy and he tested it with his fingers. "Ah, poor baby, look how wet you are. You are wet to the knees aren't you?" He stroked the sopping wet folds and teased me with his hand. I arched my neck and tried to press against his palm.

"Use me, Master," I begged.

At my cry he bent me over the rounded top of the sofa and grasped my hips tightly. His hand reached back to pull down his pants and let his cock spring free. I looked over my shoulder to see it pressed up against my thigh. Large, gray and ridged, nothing like any other cock I'd ever seen. My mouth went dry and I wanted it so badly inside me. He gripped my hips again and put his cock against my opening. With one quick, hard shove he was inside me. I wailed at the feel of that thick shaft filling me to overflowing.

"More, more," I whimpered. He growled and started to thrust into me with long, quick strokes. My hands and belly were pressed upon the rough fabric of the sofa and I tore at it with my nails as I pressed back against him at each thrust.

Feeling him push inside me with those moderated movements, as he held me at bay with his hands wasn't enough and I was sobbing wildly into the sofa. "Oh
Master, you're torturing me. Harder, lover, please!" I begged; fighting to squirm away from those hands that held me in check. At my cries for mercy his grip around my hips softened and I felt him withdraw and then plunge as deep inside me as he could. I cried out in pleasure and pushed back against him with abandon.

"Jori, my comfort girl," he whispered huskily as he stopped moving inside me. "Do you like this?"

"I do," I moaned. I had no pride left in me. All I wanted was to hear him talk dirty to me and feel his cock drive inside me to the hilt again and again. The orgasm that had begun building inside me as he stopped, left me shaking with need.  He simply stood there, letting me feel him fill me inside. His hand moved over to my stomach, massaging it as he began rocking his hips gently back and forth. His hand on my tummy caused a strange feeling to build inside me and I began moaning.

"Oh yes, my pet," he groaned and the first signs of him losing control were showing, which only made the pleasure inside me grow as I thrust back impatiently at him. His hand slipped further down on me and as his hand moved to caress my hard nub. I felt how my entire self was centered between my legs and I threw my head back and cried.

"Dukat, Oh Prophets..."

"Yes, come for me," he whispered in my ear as he leaned forward. I felt the warm ridges of his jaw caress my cheek. It was exciting to feel his alienness against me. "Let me see your pleasure. Let me see it, Jori." His words in my ear sent me over the edge. All thoughts vanished as pleasure ripped through my mind and body. 

I heard his breathing come faster, and as he moved in and out of me his moans grew louder and then he pulled out and turned me around. I met his blue eyes with a puzzled look.

"I want to come outside you," he said. "I want to see my cum all over your lovely, smooth, skin," he explained between ragged gasps. I suddenly understood and I moved back to lie down on the sofa and then I pulled him with me as I nodded. I put my hand on his steely hard erection. I watched his face as the pleasure became unbearable and I didn't have to touch him more than twice before he shot his seed all over my stomach. His eyes were wide open and he had a look of utter passion and fascination in his face as he came. He seemed to take in the entire scene as the most erotic sight he had ever seen in his life and I enjoyed seeing him like that. Although he made me feel like I was his possession to do with as he pleased, which was true of course, I enjoyed the feelings he aroused in me.  

I trailed my fingers through the creamy silvery-blue cum and lifted them to my lips. "Oh yes, yes lick it off for me," he breathed with a look of rapture on his face. I lapped at my fingertips like a Tausian kitten with her first saucer of cream. I made little sucking sounds and closed my eyes to taste it better. His hands started to move in slow circles on my thighs and hips as I continued to lick his seed. I felt him move and I opened my eyes. He went down to his knees as started to lap at my dripping wet pussy. 

I groaned as I felt his hot tongue lap at my flesh. I felt sensitive there, I had been so well used that my lips felt tender and the warm moist lapping of his tongue was wonderful. A moan of pleasure escaped me. At the sound he pressed tighter against me and moved his lips to my clit.  His tongue swirled around the tiny bud and his lips encircled it to suck it with slow even strokes. I held his head in my hands and pressed him to me. 

"Dukat, my Master, oh please, yes." I chanted. I felt myself rise on the waves of pleasure only he had ever given me and tears filled my eyes. My words faded to helpless moans as the climax built, peaked and broke. I was left panting on the golden shores of pleasure.

He rose up to fall onto the cushions beside me...."

*  *  *

The voice on the recording became garbled and Kira shot up as if someone had hit her in the face. She flushed when she realized how utterly engrossed in the tale she had been. Her skin was tingling and her body felt like a finely tuned instrument, made for love.

Her mind was filled with vivid imaginations of Dukat making love to a Bajoran woman, but Jori's face was beginning to strangely resemble someone she knew very well. Kira rose to her feet and looked into the mirror.

"I will never be able to look Dukat in the eyes -- ever again," she whispered to herself.

~ The End ~