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154 lines
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BED OF THORNS
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by
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Jourdan Taylor Lane
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THE SOLDIERS NODDED as the cloaked figure entered the room with
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supreme assurance. With a wave of her hand, she gestured for them
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to leave, then crossed over to the ornate, king-sized bed where
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the Cardassian Gul lay bound and gagged. The leather straps that
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held him were primitive, but served her purpose. She couldn't use
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energy bands, least she risk detection by his Cardassian warship.
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His crew would be scanning the sector for him; any indication of
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his whereabouts would be investigated. That must not happen, not
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until she exacted her revenge.
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From beneath the hood of her cloak, Major Kira Nerys,
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Intendant of Terok Nor, looked down at her prisoner, Gul Dukat,
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her former lover. Dark and ominous, shell-like uniform, hard
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lines around his eyes, much like any Cardassian she might see,
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except, she knew him personally, and intimately. She shivered in
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remembrance. Could it have been only five years since
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the night of her interrogation? Five years ago he had subjected
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her body to pleasures she had never dreamed possible, and hated
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him for making her experience them. She vowed to make him pay for
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what he did to her.
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She knew he thirsted for her power, not satisfied with what
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the Alliance provided for him. He thought by controlling her, she
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would bend to his will. Stupid mistake. She will bend for no man.
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Even, Garak, tried his pathetic mind-games with her, amusing her,
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yet it was began to become tiresome.
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She lifted the hood off her head, letting Dukat see her for
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the first time. Because of the paleness of his grey skin, his
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surprise was evident in the darkening blue of his eyes.
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She smiled into the dark blue eyes staring back at her in
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confusion. "I know I was the last person you expected to see,"
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she said and glanced at the bindings, which he began to struggle
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against. "Also, I know I will be the last person you ever want to
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see." Her head descended until her breath grazed his ear, then
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added, "I'll see to it."
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He tried to rise, but was stopped by the bindings.
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"Don't worry. I'll try not to cause any permanent damage,"
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she said as she removed her cloak.
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Something in her voice, in the slight raspiness as she spoke,
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made him think otherwise. He couldn't understand why she was
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doing this, yet he didn't mind her wanting to seduce him, but he
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rather be in control, not laying helpless on a bed, he though as
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his cock began to swell.
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Noting his erection, a scowl creased her face. Confidence in
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exacting revenge, all too fragile the past few years, surged
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strong within her. Yes, he will pay for what he did. She was
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capable and strong enough to see that such would be the case.
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She began to stroke his engorged sex underneath his uniform,
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making him moan into the gag as her hands roamed at will. No
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longer satisfied with the barrier that lay between them, she
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freed him, but letting him keep the rest of his uniform on. She
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could see the protest in his angry gaze, and smiled sardonically
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at him, thinking how he did the same to her.
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His cock was velvet smooth, except, for the large ridge that
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spanned from the base of his sex to the blunt tip. Unlike Bajoran
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men, his cock was thick, even more so than Garak's. Ever since he
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made love to her, she found little use for a Bajoran cock. It
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couldn't fulfill her needs as Cardassian males do.
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"Remember that night, Gul Dukat, how you made me..." she
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paused. Her chest heaved in anger.
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How he made you beg! she silently berated herself.
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"I have never forgotten what you did to me," she spat,
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gripping his member fiercely. She felt it jerk in her hands.
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"You like that, Dukat? You like when I grip your cock tight?"
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He didn't try to speak, only stared at her in awe.
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"Of course, you can't answer," she laughed, then leaned close
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to his ear again. "How does it feel to be humbled?"
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His brow cocked in response.
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Her hand eased from his sex, then traced the ridge along his
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jawline. He stiffened. "Something tells me you don't like it very
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much. But...you will."
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She outlined his ear with her tongue and slowly slid down his
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neck cord, tasting his musk scent skin. He gasped, his hands
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gripped tight in a fist. The sensation was startling.
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Fueled by revenge, she continued the assault on his pebbled-
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looking skin, grazing his throat with her tongue, while her hand
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manipulated his sex between her fingers, she felt it throb as she
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stroked with deliberate slowness.
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She the determination in his gaze, knew he was fighting it
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his pleasure, refusing to relinquish control. And laughed to her
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immense delight.
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"Your body betrays you," she cooed.
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Briefly, she flicked her tongue across the blunt tip of his
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cock, then began to suck. The contact caused his body to spasm,
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he gave a muffled gasp. All resolve evaporated in wake of the
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sensation her tongue was creating.
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Slowly, yet steadily, she slid her mouth down his ridged
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member, caressing him with her tongue. He jerked in her mouth.
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She tasted the precum that began to ooze out of the tip, and felt
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a bolt of satisfaction. This is what she was waiting for.
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She slid up his mass, lightly grazing him with her teeth,
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enough pressure to imply that she was master. She felt him throb
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fiercely now, pulsing inside her hot mouth, knew his urgency was
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building. But she didn't want him to receive his pleasure. She
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bit him, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make
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the once turgid cock soften.
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His eyes narrowed to deadly slits, and shined hard upon her.
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Her lips warped into a grin.
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"You are here for *my* pleasure, not yours," she purred, then
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clapped her hands.
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The entranceway slid open with a soft hiss. A terran woman
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entered the room, her footsteps were soft against the plush blue
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carpet. She was scantily clad, the sheer fabric; long and
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flowing, barely concealed her full breasts, which appear to
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whisper around her slender frame when she walked. When she stood
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beside the bed, he saw that she was darkly beautiful with long
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braided hair. She appeared to be barely twenty years old and
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perfectly formed. Her face was the picture of innocence.
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Smiling, Kira stepped over to her and pushed the thick braids
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to one side. "Her name is, Hanai. Isn't she the most exquisite
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creature you've ever seen," she said, then kissed her on the
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neck.
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Forgetting the dull pain in his cock, his eyes widened in
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amazement as he watched, mesmerized, as she kissed the terran
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woman. If he thought he was confused before, there wasn't a doubt
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left in his mind. Something was wrong. Very wrong. But before he
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could roll the questions in his mind, she spoke.
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"Hanai, is my favorite of all my slaves," she whispered. "She
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brings me immense pleasure." She sighed and began to massage
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Hanai's breasts. "Perfection, pure perfection."
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She turned to Dukat. "But don't take my word for it," she
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teased, then nodded to, Hanai.
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The fabric touched the floor in a soft whisper. He felt his
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cock began to grow hard at the sight nakedness. She was
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exquisite, he thought, as his eyes travelled leisurely over her
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almond-colored form. When she joined him on the bed, he became
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suspicious, thinking how he was bitten a moment ago. But
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suspicion soon gave way to intense pleasure when she began to
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stroke his cock with her breasts, trapping him within the soft
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globes.
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Again, his body spasmed as she massaged him with her
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breasts, slowly stroking up, then down, pausing to squeeze him.
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He thought he would go mad from the sensations, it was
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incredible, an experience he hasn't enjoyed in quite some time.
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Increasing the strokes, his cock swelled between her mounds.
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Kira knew he was near his release. She began to lick the head of
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his cock, swirling her tongue around the precum that covered the
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head. He bucked upwards. She knew what he wanted. She sucked the
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head of his sex inside her mouth, while Hanai stroked him. A
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myriad of sensations assaulted his senses, making him growl
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fiercely from the force of his orgasm, as he spilled his seed in
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her mouth.
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Flicking her tongue around her lips, she savored the taste of
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his sex, sweetened by revenge.
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She dismissed the slave and looked down at him. "This is only
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the beginning," she replied with a malicious grin.
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