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169 lines
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QUARK AND KIRA
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It had been a long day for Quark. A busy day. An acquisative day. A
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profitable day. An ordinary day.
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Quark looked forward with anticipation now that the bar had been closed for
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the night, the money of all the currencies of the quadrant counted and locked
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away in the vault, the subspace calls made all over the quadrant to further
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various business dealings, legal and otherwise; well, it was time for the
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holosuites. "Business Before Pleasure" was one of the most important Rules
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of Acquisition.
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He entered the holosuite and said, "Computer, activate program Quark-KN1."
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Around him the holosuite changed to a replica of the DSN "interrogation
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chamber" as it looked during the time when the Cardassians ran the station.
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Then a holodeck simulation of Kira appeared.
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"QUARK! You miserable son of a troll!" Holodeck-Kira shouted as he grabbed
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him by the ear and tied him to an X-shaped flogging frame with the swift,
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efficent motions of a Cardassian interrogator.
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Holodeck-Kira stripped Quark exposing his bare backside and buttocks and
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pulled the ropes tying him to the frame tighter until the holodeck safety
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override kicked in.
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Then she took what the Cardassians call the Strap of Inquiry -- a bullwhip --
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from the wall and hit Quark full on the backside with it.
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Waiting a half minute to let the pain from the first stroke sink in, as Quark
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shouted "Thank you, Mistress Kira!" and then she hit him again, this time on
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the buttocks as Quark squealed in pleasure. The simulation hit him so hard
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as to leave him just short of unconciousness or internal damage -- the safety
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overrides again.
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After the third stroke, Quark could feel his cum rising inside him. After
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the fourth stroke, the cum began to dribble out of his penis, average for a
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Ferengi but short and very thick by human or Bajoran standards. He
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ejaculated again after the fifth and sixth stroke, but ran out of cum after
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the seventh. Nontheless, Holodeck-Kira continued until she had delivered
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thirteen strokes.
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"That was for collaborating with the Cardassians!" Kira said as she came up
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to him and spat in his face.
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"Mistress Kira, I love you, you are so beautiful in your uniform.." *slap*
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"You are a filthy piece of collaborationist shit!" Holodeck-Kira shouted, and
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slapped him again. "Now what are you?" Holodeck-Kira demanded.
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"I'm a filthy piece of collaborationist shit."
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"LOUDER!"
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"I'M A FILTHY PIECE OF COLLABORATIONIST SHIT."
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Another slap full on the face - "That goes, I'm a filthy piece of
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collaborationist shit MISTRESS! Now say it!"
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"I'm a filthy piece of collaborationist shit MISTRESS!"
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A kick in the groin - "LOUDER!"
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"I'M A FILTHY PIECE OF COLLABORATIONIST SHIT, MISTRESS!"
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Holodeck-Kira then said, "Well, that covers your punishment for being a
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collaborator, now this is because you cheat your customers!" she said as she
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walked over to the wall and picked up a shockrod of Klingon design, activated
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it, and poised it right under Quark's genitals ...
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* * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Security Chief Odo was also keeping unusually late hours this night - he
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couldn't get to sleep. Normally he would have had his computer bug Quark's
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phone calls and replay them for him in the morning, but tonight he couldn't
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sleep because he wanted to find out how the bugs in the holosuites he had had
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planted were working.
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Of course, Odo couldn't use the holosuites himself -- he wouldn't set one
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foot in Quark's establishment other than to deliver a threat or good news
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(Odo's definition of good news -- something that would get Quark upset,
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scared, and hopefully both). So Odo bribed Quark's nephew Nog to plant the
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bugs -- all it took was a single strip of latinum. It was easy to do, given
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the way Rom and Nog were treated by their brother and uncle.
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Odo was hoping that his bug would catch Quark renting an adult holosuite
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program to Jake Sisko -- an act which he had been warned about, and which
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hopefully would inspire Commander Sisko to kick Quark off the station.
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But when Odo saw what Quark was doing in the holosuite, he was shocked. He
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was a student of the sexual behavior of the various species he had
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encountered on DSN, and knew about sado-masochism -- it was normative
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behavior for most Klingons and indulged in by a lot of Cardassians and humans
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-- but this ...
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"Major Kira Nerys," he said into his com badge.
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A sleepy Kira responded, "Odo! It's after 0300, this had better be good!"
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Odo smiled. "Believe me, it is."
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* * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Meanwhile, the session continued. After shocking Quark in the balls for
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cheating his customers, Holodeck-Kira grabbed Quark's head and looked in his
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face and said, "Where do the most sensual, desirable women in the galaxy come
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from?"
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Quark replied, "Cardassia." The truth, as far as Quark was concerned -- the
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tall, strong, powerful, Dominant women of Cardassia, averaging a head taller
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than he was, skilled in the methods of inflicting pain, were the most
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beautiful he had ever encountered.
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Holodeck-Kira grabbed Quark in the genitals "Try again!"
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At this time, the real Kira and Odo walked in. Real-life Kira said, "Freeze
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program!" Unexpectedly, Quark turned and looked to see the real Kira and Odo
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glaring at him.
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"Uhh, Odo, Major Kira, what a pleasant surprise!" Quark said.
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Kira shouted, "I would whip your ass right now, except that it would turn you
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on. I'm going to do something that will hit you right in your greedy liquid
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helium pump that Ferengi have where everyone else has a heart."
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Quark buzzed with anticipation. The REAL Kira was going to be Dominant with
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him! The thrill of a lifetime! His eyes gleamed as Kira said, "Jadzia told
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me this joke she remembered a human tell Curzon.
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Did you hear the one about the sadist and the masochist that broke up? The
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masochist was yelling, "Whip me, beat me!" and the sadist said "NOOOOO!"
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Kira continued, "We have a tape of your sick little session in the holosuites
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tonight. I'm going to make a copy of it, and send it to the Grand Nagus."
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Quark buckled. Male domination and female subjection was as basic a part of
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the Ferengi Way Of Life as what they called acquisition, or what the rest of
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the galaxy called rapacious greed. For a Ferengi man to go into business or
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even take business advice from a woman was an imprisonable offence, and for a
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man to subject himself sexually to a Dominant Female was a capital crime "not
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fit to be named among the acquisative." Of course the Bajoran Provisional
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Government would not extradite Quark for something that was not a crime on
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Bajor -- a pity, Kira thought -- but he would be in exile for life and there
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would be no more business dealings for him which involved fellow Ferengi.
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"Kira, Major Kira, lovely Mistress Kira -- please, don't, have mercy on this
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pathetic troll..."
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"Quark, I'm going to hit you where you live. I'm going to let you buy this
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tape. The price: one thousand bars of gold pressed latinum, in the form of a
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contribution to the Bajoran War Orphans Fund." Kira's favorite charity,
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having been one herself.
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"Major, please, all I was having was a little fun --"
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"Fun? Quark, you're sick. One thousand bars of gold pressed latinum. The
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offer is open for another five seconds. Four. Three. Two. On--"
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"OK, Major!" Quark opened his pocket, took the credit voucher device he
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carried everywhere, and transferred 1000 bars of gold pressed latinum, backed
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by the assets into his vault, to the Bajoran War Orphans Fund, and printed it
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out and gave it to Kira. She had succeeded -- she had hit him where he lived.
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A thousand bars of gold pressed latinum!
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As Kira turned to walk away, she looked at the frozen holodeck version of
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herself. "She is right," real Kira said. "You are a collaborationist, a
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cheat -- and a sneaky little troll."
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