Gul Dukat headed towards the engine-room mumbling furiously to himself, and Taral was more than a little glad that he wasn't the target of his commanding officer's anger this time. He had only been aboard the Klingon Bird-of-Prey a few months, but that was more than sufficient to have seen the full scale of Gul Dukat's temper. Of course, these days most of the crew had little to fear. No matter what any of them had done, you could be certain that Mittak had done something worse.

How Mittak had been allowed to join the crew, was beyond Taral. The Cardassian military was notorious for its grueling training of recruits, and someone like Mittak should have been broken long ago. First of all: Mittak was a woman! Not that there weren't women in the Cardassian troops, and good ones at that, but Mittak was nothing like her female colleagues. They were fierce, cunning and in excellent physical condition. Ambitiously they trained themselves to the point where they were able to take on any man and, more often than not, win. Not so Mittak.

After Dukat had taken control of the Klingon Bird-of-Prey some six month ago, the formerly disgraced and shunned Gul had risen to something approximating legend-status on Cardassia Prime. Both among the civilian population and even more so within the military ranks of the home world troops his actions were met with admiration and approval. Officially he was to have no support, but there were no difficulties finding lots of young and idealistic soldiers looking for battle, who were willing to join in Dukat’s private crusade against the Klingons. They were all extremely well-trained and well-disciplined. Not so Mittak.

Mittak was smaller than other Cardassians. She seemed almost fragile and had a way of making herself blend in with the walls. She kept to herself and never spoke unless spoken to. Actually you might not have known she was on board, was it not for her most unfortunate character-trait: she was amazingly jittery and clumsy.

Whenever someone addressed Mittak she reacted by dropping whatever she happened to be carrying at the time. She jumped at the smallest sounds, and when she ran into problems while performing her engineering duties, she was too frightened to ask for help. Instead she tried to cover her mistakes. It never worked. Every time something broke down somewhere on the Bird-of-Prey, you could be sure that Mittak had been on the duty-roster the day before.

Since her arrival three weeks ago she had become Gul Dukat’s pet-hate. At least once a day you would hear him scream her name in rage somewhere on the ship. But when he found her, she had a way of just standing there shaking with fear and looking all guilt ridden which apparently made Dukat give up yelling at her, and Mittak would be off to break something else.

No, Taral had no idea how she had managed to be accepted into the crew, but he knew this: she wouldn’t last much longer.

 Gul Dukat was racing like a hurricane through the ship on his search for Mittak.

"This time she's done it. This time she's out."

He should have thrown her out a long time ago, but somehow he just couldn't. There was something about the girl that brought out his protective instincts. However infuriating she was - and she was - it felt too damn brutal to be harsh to her.

Maybe it was because Mittak was about Ziyal's age, and he had missed Ziyal like crazy since he had convinced Major Kira to let his daughter stay on DS9. Maybe he even felt a little guilty about that…

Anyway, this time Mittak had screwed up big-time. Because of the "minor adjustments" she had made to the weapons-system, they were now totally non-functioning. It would be at least 48 hours before they would be able to engage in combat again.

And Dukat hated to miss out on a good fight!

He had a pretty good idea where to find her. Klingon ships didn't have actual sickbays, but they did have a small supply-room with just enough medical equipment to get by. Nobody ever went there except during or just after battles, and Mittak had been known to hide there before.

When Dukat reached the room, he took a moment to calm down. He knew himself to be much more intimidating when calm. And this time he didn't plan to back down.

When he had regained control of himself, he pressed the door-release. Quietly it slid open, and Dukat peaked inside. It was half dark inside and very quiet. It was a small room, maybe 3 by 3 meters, filled with shelves. She apparently wasn't there.

Dukat was just about to exit, when he heard a low humming sound. A little puzzled he tried to find the source. There, behind the boxes between the shelves. She was sitting down. That was why he hadn't seen her at first. He moved to stand right next to her. She had taken of her cuirass and was only wearing a tight sleeveless top and her uniform pants. Her feet were bare. Her long black hair was hanging in loose strands down her shoulders. She appeared to be meditating. Her eyes were closed and she was humming a tune quietly to herself. Dukat recognized it as an old Cardassian folk song.

To Dukat it was like seeing Mittak for the first time. She was usually so nervous and always went out of her way to make sure she wasn't noticed. Sitting her in the near-dark she was different. She looked stronger somehow. She also looked taller than Dukat had believed her to be. And leaner. And lovelier.

Dukat was experiencing some unexpected stirrings in the nether regions. Looking at her he saw for the first time her finely shaped neckridges. They looked soft and smooth. He had the sudden urge to touch them, taste them, know how it felt to lick them.

The girl was still obviously unaware of his presence. She was swaying ever so gently to the rhythm of her own humming. As she did this, her hair moved across her chest, and drew Dukat's eyes to her small breasts. They appeared to be perfectly shaped. Not too big - just right.

Well now, this was unexpected. There was only one other woman on board, and she had made it quite clear that his advances were unwelcome. He hadn't given up on her completely, but had gotten impatient enough to move on to the male members of his crew. Damar, for instance, had proven quite entertaining. But pleasing as the young men were he missed the softer curves of a woman. He hadn't even considered Mittak as a possible candidate. And he usually considered everyone!

Slowly he crouched beside her. He watched her face for a while, then he reached out and lightly touched the ridge above her left eye with his fingertips.

Mittak's reaction was as could be expected. Her eyes flew open and she threw herself back away from Dukat's touch. She looked like a wild animal caught in a trap. Realizing who he was, she started to stutter excuses.

"Sir… Gul… I… I wasn't… I'm not on duty… I know, I'm not suppo…"

Dukat brought her ramblings to an end by simply raising his hand. He let himself slide onto his knees and again reached out to touch her face. Again she drew back. Now she didn't seem so much scared as puzzled.

Why was the Gul acting like this? He normally just ignored her or more often yelled at her.

Why was he staring at her like that? Like…

As Dukat once again moved towards her, she finally recognized the look in his eyes. It was pure, unmasked lust. Lust. For her. She felt a small tingling sensation in her stomach at the thought. The greatest Gul in the Cardassian empire, a known seducer of both men and women, was reacting to her presence. He was her own private hero. She had had to pull in all kinds of favors from her father's old friends (he had been in Central Command) to get on the Bird-of-Prey. And it had broken her heart, every time she had failed in her duties and subsequently been the target of his anger. She had not even dared dream of sharing his bed. But here he was, and there could be no doubt as to his intentions.

Dukat was experienced enough in situations like these to see the subtle changes in the young girl in front of him. She was not longer afraid. Baffled, perhaps, but not fearful and not uncomfortable. When his fingers made contact with her eye-ridge the third time, she didn't pull back. Instead she closed her eyes and savored the sensation.

Not at all unpleased with Mittak's newfound ease, Dukat moved in for the "kill". Firmly grabbing her head between his hands, he pulled her to him and pressed his lips hard against hers. He drove his tongue past her soft lips and deep into the warm depths of her mouth. He liked the taste of her. Sweet.

As he continued to kiss her, his hands were keeping busy elsewhere. He had already opened her pants, but was having some difficulties pulling them of her in their current position. Still locked in the kiss, he got on his feet lifting her up with him.

He didn't have time to further undress her, before she began removing his uniform. He let her, enjoying the admiration in her eyes as his firm muscular body was uncovered before her. When she almost tore of his shirt, she couldn't resist the temptation to reach out and run her finger over his chest-ridges. She bend her head down and buried her tongue in the small indent in the center of the markings, knowing it to be the most sensitive spot. Dukat rewarded her with a deep growl that sent vibrations through his body, and that Mittak could feel through her touch. Suddenly impatient she proceeded to pull of his heavy boots. Then only the pants remained.

Dukat watched deeply aroused as Mittak released him from his garments. But she seemed to lose her nerve at the end. She blushed and pulled back a bit. Dukat took her by her shoulders and started kissing her again. At the same time he took her hands and guided them to the waistline of his pants. Together they managed to push them down far enough for him to kick them of. While Dukat moved his oral caresses down to her neckridges, he could feel her small hands moving over his skin. First around his back, then downwards to his buttocks. When she dug her nails in deep, he let out a low cry of surprise. As he jumped back a step and thereby broke the embrace, he had the honor of being the first one on board to see Mittak smile. A small crooked one it was. Taunting him. Challenging him. Well then. He never refused a challenge.

Suddenly he moved towards her. He was quick and before Mittak knew what hit her, he had grabbed her, turned her around and pinned her up against the wall with the weight of his body. She instinctively tried to get free. But that only tightened Dukat's grip. Using only his body to hold her, he pulled down her trousers. Her continuous struggle made her incredibly soft backside rub up against Dukat's by now impressive hard-on. He moved his hips so that he placed himself firmly along her buttcrack and began to move in rhythm with her squirming. He pushed his hand in front of her body and caressed her belly. He began biting her neck. Gently at first, then harder and harder. His fingers found their way to her crotch and they found her wet and ready. With his free hand he parted her buttocks and guided himself to her entrance. Mittak's struggling had turned into total abandon by now, and she was crying out:

"Do it. Do it."

So he did. With full force he rammed himself into her, almost lifting her off the floor. The overwhelming sensation of her warm tightness made everything go black for a second. Then the world returned in all its glory. Drawing back to the point of almost breaking contact, he repeated the movement. And again. And again. Slowly at first, moving a little from side to side to heighten the pleasure, then when he knew he couldn't hold back much longer - quicker and quicker. All the while he had been caressing Mittak's clit and now it paid off. He could feel the girl's orgasm moving all the way through her body like ripples on a pond while she whimpered like a child. Then she went slack as if drained from energy, and Dukat had to hold her upright while thrusting those last few times it took for him to reach the point of release. As he filled her with his semen, he found himself too exhausted to utter a sound.

With Mittak still in his arms he let himself slip down on the floor. Panting and trying to regain their breaths they lay like that for a while. Finally Dukat raised himself on one elbow and looked down on Mittak.

"Well, we have to find something other than engineering for you to do."