Summary: Rekelen of the Cardassian Underground meets dissident leader Legate Tekeny Ghemor in his home. She shows his daughter Illiana how to spend the time between Obsidian Order interrogations in a more pleasurable way.

Disclaimer: You know the score – everything and everyone in this story belongs to Paramount Pictures. Except the storyline that is.

Notes: Rekelen appeared in "Profit and Loss" (Season 2), together with her co-student Hogue and their professor, Natima Lang. As members of the dissident movement they were on the run from the Cardassian authorities.

Timeline: This story is set within "Second Skin" (Season 3): To frame Legate Ghemor, the Obsidian Order abducts and surgically changes Major Kira to look like his daughter Illiana.

Warning: If you don’t like homosexual activity, don’t say you haven’t been warned.

Dedication: This story is dedicated to my friend Vicki Rhodes; happy belated birthday!

"Tekeny, are you sure there are no listening devices installed in this room?"

Rekelen stood by the window as red dusk fell across the stunning landscape of Cardassia Prime.

"I don’t think so…wait, maybe we should go in the kitchen…or out on the terrace…?" Legate Tekeny Ghemor was slowly getting desperate.

Rekelen yelled into a nearby lampshade, "I hope you read me loud and clear, Gul Madred!"

"Please keep your voice down, Entek is next door with Illiana", Tekeny hissed.

Rekelen slumped onto the settee. "These barbarians won’t even let her rest for a minute", she sighed.

"She can take care of herself." Tekeny sat down beside her and laid a hand on her arm. "And I know you can’t wait to see her, you have a lot of catching up to do."

"I’ll be surprised if she recognises me. She hasn’t seen me for quite a few years and according to the Obsidian Order, all her memory has been eliminated", she whispered. "We will have to decide what we can tell her about the Underground."

"She will pretend to know of nothing, she’s always been loyal to me."

"Let’s hope so."

Tekeny smiled warmly, "…and I’m sure somewhere deep inside she still feels something for you."

"Five years ago I wouldn’t have thought you’d condone our relationship."

"You’ve been like a daughter to me, especially while Illiana was away. All I want is for both of you to be happy."

She chuckled. "We were quite an odd couple. The Obsidian Order operative and the Dissident. The operative, who was placed undercover in the Bajoran Resistance, that is. Too ironic…"

Rekelen’s smile died in an instant as the door opened. Entek, who was Illiana’s commanding officer, appeared in the living room with a frustrated expression on his face.

Tekeny jumped up and stumbled towards him, wild-eyed. "What have you done to her?"

"Legate Ghemor," Entek said tiredly, "your daughter is alive and well. She is sleeping. At the moment I can’t get any information out of her." He let himself drop into a nearby armchair. "There's really nothing I can do now but wait."

***

The silence was almost unbearable. Tekeny leaned over to Rekelen and whispered, "I really need to get some sleep. I have a meeting in Central Command early in the morning." Looking over to Entek he exclaimed, "Isn’t this man ever going to go home?!"

Rekelen tried to console him, "Don’t worry, I will stay here to keep an eye on things."

Tekeny disappeared into his bedroom. Entek had gone over to the replicator, pouring himself his sixth glass of kanaar. "Some ale, or maybe more kanaar, my dear?"

"No, thank you."

Entek mused, "You know, on nights like these the mind really wanders. Pleasant memories of interrogations and not so pleasant ones."

Rekelen started to get slightly uncomfortable. She was neither in the mood for an Obsidian horror story nor for any of Entek's advances.

"Sometimes the time I have between two interrogation sessions can be spent in quite a pleasing way."

Rekelen sat bolt upright. "Gul Entek, if you’re trying to say what I think you’re trying to say, then…I’m not interested."

Entek grinned, "My, my, Rekelen, whatever *are* you thinking! Seems like I’m not the only one who gets lewd thoughts when boredom strikes."

"I just wanted to make my point."

"You have indeed made your point…but I'm sure you want to hear more of my adventures, don’t you?"

She shrugged, "If you really insist on telling me about your many conquests, go right ahead."

Entek took a big gulp of his kanaar. "Just a month ago I was conducting an interrogation at the Order’s headquarters. I met an old friend, so to speak."

"Really…?" She tried to sound as weary as possible, yawned and curled up on the settee. In reality she was wide-awake, Rekelen didn’t intend on letting him out of her sight. She tried to drift off into more pleasant thoughts.

"Yes, my first encounter with him was five years ago. I was quite pleased to meet him again under such…ahem…nocturnal conditions. Damar is such a dashing young officer. But I’m rambling…"

"Yes, you are." Rekelen remarked dryly.

Entek folded his hands and leaned forward, whispering, "anyway, he’s guarding this Klingon saboteur in this cell and he’s bored out of his head. I know Damar’s quite a lustful young man, so I say to him, why don’t we go in the corner and I’ll give you a good treatment in front of the Klingon. He just loves the idea, says that Klingons absolutely despise the sight of two men engaging in sexual acts. So I push Damar against the wall. You know, he likes that, when I’m a little dominant. I slowly take his face in my hands, stroke his cheeks and give him a deep kiss. I can feel him already getting hard, his cock touching mine through the trousers. The Klingon realizes what is going on and growls something like, you bastards I’m not going to sit here watching this abomination. Damar has this look in his eyes that turns me on… oh great Gul, so I say to him: Damar, your trousers are getting a little tight, let me make you more comfortable. I nibble his lower lip as I slide my hand into his waistband. Ohhh, his cock is well swollen by now, with lubrication seeping out of every scale. He’s massaging my shoulders, so I slowly go down on my knees. I unbutton his trousers, he’s really trembling in anticipation, so I pull them all the way down. I stroke my way up the inside of his thighs. Oh, my dear girl, you won’t believe how silky smooth this man’s thighs are!"

Rekelen could feel wetness seeping from between her legs. Slightly surprised at her arousal, she propped herself up onto her elbow.

Entek was gesticulating excitedly, "…of course, I couldn’t wait any longer. His gorgeous cock was dangling right in front of my face and I was dying to suck it. The Klingon was ranting and raving, but that was turning Damar on even more…" By now, Entek had moved so close to her, Rekelen thought that next he was going to sit on her lap.

"Then I get up and fling Damar over. I press my face against his muscular neck, can sense the pheromones, gently stimulate the head of his erection with my fingertips. The thought of his hot semen spurting over my hands onto the cell wall was enough to make me come. My trousers come down, I find his opening and gently guide my cock deeper and deeper into him…I’m telling you, all that and the idea of the cell door being unlocked was enough to set me off…"

By now Rekelen was only half listening, her mind kept drifting off to the night before Illiana left for the assignment on Bajor. Rekelen suddenly rose from the settee. "Will you kindly excuse me, Gul Entek, I am feeling rather indisposed..."

"But wait, I’m almost finished!"

Rekelen paused, raised an eye ridge and tilted her head. "I'm sure you are."

Leaving behind a slightly baffled Entek, she headed for Illiana’s bedroom. She knew exactly what she wanted. This was not a time to be sensible…

***

There she was, Illiana – breathtakingly beautiful and fast asleep. She lay on her side, facing away towards the window. Her long thick hair was untied. It shone jet-black in the moonlight, set off against the white bed linen that covered her slim body.

Rekelen didn’t intend to wake her, not yet and if she did…she would do it in the most charming way. She sat down on the edge of Illiana’s bed.

Illiana moaned in her sleep. The sheet had slipped slightly, revealing the beautiful scaly curve of her neckridges. Rekelen lightly touched them with her fingertips. She smiled, tugged at the sheet a little, carefully sliding it off the curve of her waist and then her hips. Illiana's smooth buttocks and the small of her back covered in those shimmering scales… Rekelen’s natural fluids had already soiled her undergarments. Quickly removing them, she lay down beside her on the broad bed. She sighed and slid her hand around Illiana's waist.

As she placed a gentle kiss on Illiana's back, she thought that she hadn’t been so close to her for five long years. To be perfectly honest, Rekelen hadn’t been close to a *woman* for five years. Keeping this in mind she finally slid her hand downward over Illiana's belly, searching for wetness.

Rekelen pulled off her long dress, pressing her bare thighs against Illiana’s buttocks. All she wanted was to feel Illiana…her lover…she had finally come home.

***

Kira Nerys had lived through the most horrific two days of her life. First being shot down on Bajor by a phaser. Then waking up on Cardassia Prime and finding herself looking like…a Cardassian, of all things! Hours of being interrogated by people who were trying to convince her that she was a certain Illiana, Obsidian Field Operative and the daughter of Legate Ghemor. Finally they left her to sleep.

Now for the first time in days she was relaxed - far away in dreamland. Actually, that was an understatement. In this dream, Jadzia Dax <gasp!> was touching her in all the right places…Nerys was in Chocolate Heaven.

***

Illiana had turned and was now lying on her back. Rekelen smiled and trailed the back of her hand gently along Illiana's arm. She couldn't help but notice Illiana's fully exposed chest. She had always liked those pretty little breasts of Illiana’s.

Rekelen closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wouldn’t even have to move closer to caress those nipples with her lips. As she slid her moist sensitised vulva onto Illiana’s leg, she could feel the warmth of Illiana's skin and soon found a slow and steady rhythm, gently caressing Illiana’s breasts. Guls, Rekelen found large, dark nipples totally adorable. Now they were erect with arousal. Every now and then she brushed past them with her fingers.

As Rekelen flicked her tongue over Illiana's triangular shaped chest ridge she moaned in her sleep. At the same time Rekelen’s hand searched between Illiana’s legs. To her great joy Illiana’s cunt lips were swollen. Her fingers slipped easily between Illiana's labia. As Rekelen found her lover’s clit, Illiana’s breathing slowly accelerated.

***

Nerys’ dream was getting more graphic. Had she been awake she would have been embarrassed, but she was asleep; how could she possibly know that this wasn’t really happening? It was so real…in her sleep Nerys stretched lazily and smiled.

//Jadzia, I never thought I’d live to tell... //

She had always thought of Jadzia Dax, who had already had six or seven lifetimes of pleasure, as extremely experienced. Now she was proving it.

***

She knelt between Illiana’s legs, took a moment to feast her eyes on her lover's slick cunt. Rekelen wanted to taste her so badly. From Illiana’s breasts her mouth worked its way down to Illiana's stomach, her cunt lips waiting to be parted by Rekelen's tongue.

Smiling, she pulled the labia upwards a little to reveal the protruding little purple nub. At first she gently swept her tongue along the lips, then her tongue fully dipped into the sea of juices. Rekelen embraced the vulva with her whole mouth, taking in the musky scent, the taste…Guls, these pheromones were enough to drive a woman crazy… Illiana responding to every one of her caresses. Five long years had she been waiting for this!

She changed places to kneel over Illiana's torso. Rekelen's cunt slid over Illiana's chest ridge, stimulating her own clit with sharp little movements. Lowering her head, Rekelen slowly brought her mouth onto Illiana’s crotch. Her tongue licked hard over Illiana's clitoris, just at the right angle, steadily pushing Illiana closer to the edge…

Under her, Illiana was writhing and whimpering.

//If she carries on moaning like that, Entek will come in!//

Rekelen decided that she should silence her a little. She moved her hips up a little until her cunt was hovering slightly above Illiana’s face. When Illiana’s trembling mouth touched Rekelen’s clit, there was no way she could hold back any longer. Ferociously working Illiana the best she could, she gave a silent cry as she took Illiana with her over the edge, finally collapsing next to her onto the sweat-drenched sheets…

***

When she climaxed, Nerys was abruptly yanked out of her dreams. After a few moments of realising that she was not in her quarters with Jadzia, she found herself confronted by the bewildered face of a young Cardassian woman. A completely *naked* Cardassian woman.

//What an exquisite sight…//

Gasping in horror and excitement, she exclaimed "You’re not Jadzia!"

On hearing this, Rekelen leaped off the bed. She had previously had a sneaking suspicion that something wasn’t quite right. There was a distinct musky scent, but she could tell that it tasted different from the last time, there were definitely no Cardassian pheromones. But she had dismissed it as a side effect of the surgical alteration.

"Who are you?" After her initial shock Nerys suddenly grinned, "And why are you doing all these wonderful things to me?"

"But you…I mean…Illiana, my love, you’ve forgotten everything. That’s what it is, you will need a little time, that’s all!" Rekelen didn’t want to believe her ears.

Nerys moaned, "not you too!" She jumped up from the bed and started pacing the room. She looked at Rekelen pleadingly. "Seriously, I really don’t know *what* is going on and *how* I got here." Finally she sat down at the edge of the bed, "Everyone's trying to convince me that I'm Illiana Ghemor! I’m *not* Cardassian, I’m Bajoran!"

"Oh right and I’m the leader of the Cardassian Empire! Just look in the mirror." Rekelen was clutching straws. Or was the Obsidian Order once again playing a trick on her?

Nerys grabbed Rekelen’s arm and pulled her down to sit on the bed. "Now listen to me. I can imagine you’re upset. You were hoping to see your lover again. But I am *not* Illiana." Nerys paused, looking for the right words. "You know what I think?" she said, "I was abducted and surgically manipulated."

Rekelen eyes flew open "…the Obsidian Order...what in the five great Guls names are they plotting this time…could it be…I know we are under surveillance, but this…!"

Her skin was rapidly turning a darker shade of grey, "Oh, Guls…this is *really* embarrassing. Who are you??"

//How cute, she’s blushing.//

Nerys regained her posture, "I’m Kira Nerys. You say you’re under surveillance?"

"The Cardassian Underground." Rekelen said almost inaudible.

Nerys gasped. "Oh, holy Prophets, you’re dissidents!"

Rekelen grabbed Nerys hard, hurled her with her off the bed and hissed, "For Gul's sake, woman, keep your voice down, Entek has this whole place bugged." She let her go, "I have to leave now. I must warn our contact in Central Command."

Nerys was puzzled, but intrigued. "Please don’t go," and then softer, "you don’t want to leave me all to myself in my weak condition?" She made a pout. "What's your name, my girl?"

"Rekelen." She smiled faintly. She didn't move.

Nerys relaxed a little more, she leaned forward, "Rekelen, I’m waiting…"

After a moment of a mental blank, a grin crept back over Rekelen’s face. "So you're Bajoran, huh? I’ve never made love to a Bajoran before."

"You have now." Nerys remarked. She took a step towards Rekelen and drew her into her arms. "I never thought I’d…enjoy…the company of a Cardassian so much." Nerys moved her hands down Rekelen's back and down her hips. "I suppose I shouldn't be so hard on you. You know, you're not so different from me when I was your age. We were fighting the Cardassian Occupational Forces that were on Bajoran territory. And the Cardassian Underground… you’re not too happy with the Military Government, either, to say the least."

"Let's not talk about the Occupation or the Government, please," Rekelen whispered.

Nerys nuzzled Rekelen’s ear, "Listen, no woman ever made love to me before. I was asleep, I missed half of what you did to me. I expect you to teach me all about my Cardassian erogenous zones."

Leaning down, Rekelen gently cupped Nerys' breast, "Don’t worry, I’ll teach you." Rekelen bent down, tenderly took the nipple between her lips and started to suck. Nerys grabbed her head and gasped softly.

Rekelen started to nibble her way up Kira’s arm ridges. "Let's lie down on the bed, it's more comfortable.", Nerys pleaded.

Rekelen eased her onto her back. Nerys let the younger woman guide her hand over her chest and lower towards her cleavage. Rekelen hissed, "For me this is an especially sensitive area."

Nerys understood at once, rolled Rekelen onto her side and started to kiss the tiny little scales covering the triangularly shaped ridge.

"There is another place you might like to take note of, Nerys."

"You’re totally hairless...down there!"

"Of course, why, do Bajorans have hair?"

"And Terrans, too."

"Strange. Well, see for yourself."

Nerys started to cover Rekelen’s neck with little kisses.

"I think it actually looks quite cute. Makes the juices show," she mumbled.

"If you carry on talking like that, I won't be able to control myself," Rekelen whined.

Nerys grinned. "Oh please, *do* lose control!" Rekelen nestled against Nerys' bare breasts.

"You won’t be disappointed," Nerys said. Slipping her tongue into her lover’s warm and wet mouth, she lightly pressed two fingers against Rekelen’s cunt, very slowly moving them in a circular motion. Rekelen heart almost stopped.

Nerys pulled her hand away and said "Rekelen, this is going to be a very interesting night."

Rekelen grinned, "Well, come on then, indulge me!"

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