DS9: Surprises

by: Dana Pyrox and Ja'Cym

after FyrDrakken's

'DS9: Police Brutality'

< alternative version of FyrDrakken's <Police Brutality>

< 'found'(following Ferengi's rules) and refined by Dana Pyrox and Ja'Cym >

First some of the inventor's own remarks: '(...) Well, at first I thought this was an "R" for language and a little sex, but between the bondage and my getting more graphic in the sex scene than I thought I would, it's probably safer for me to label this "NC-17". If you're underage, I wish to go on record at this point as warning you off. If you don't like the idea of handcuffs -- or of picturing Odo naked, for that matter (Yes, I know, difficult for some of us to imagine but there *are* people out there who are that misguided!) -- go read something else. Oh, yeah, and the characters belong to Paramount, but I wrote this story all by myself. 'Note: I say at one point in the story that this is taking place after Odo has been human for several months. What I want to have absolutely clear: this is post-baby for Major Kira. In other words, enough time is assumed to have passed for Kira to have had the O'Briens' kid and recovered from the pregnancy and birth and moved back to her own quarters and basically got back to normal or thereabouts. (It occurred to me that some people might be picturing Nerys in her current swollen state during the course of this story if I *don't* mention this!)(...)' (FyrDrakken, July 1996)

Our own intention to alter this story is simply to add a bit of really red-hot chilli pepper to the 'nice' story. We think that it wouldn't harm anybody (or so).

We do not claim having invented the story line or the whole story all by ourselves. This right belongs absolutely to FyrDrakken.

Only the alterations are out of our innocent minds - but they are not only theoretic..

SO, IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN OR OTHERWISE EMBARRASSED BY EXPLICIT DESCRIPTION OF BONDAGE AND DOMINATION GAMES, SEX IF YOU DON'T LIKE DS9 CHARACTERS TO ACT IN SUCH A WAY OR IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED OR THIS LITERATURE IS ILLEGAL IN YOUR LIVING PLACE,

D O N ' T C O N T I N U E T O R E A D !!!

DS9: Surprises

by: Dana Pyrox and Ja'Cym

based upon 'DS9: Police Brutality' by: Fyr Drakken

Lost in dreaming, Odo didn't notice the restraint that stealthily closed over his right wrist and was attached to the corner of his bed. He only came drowsily awake as his other wrist was clasped in another set of twenty-fourth-century-style handcuffs, and realised his position a split second after his left arm was shackled to the bedframe along with the first.

Snapping instantly to full awareness, he snarled at the intruder, tugging angrily at the restraints. "Dax! What the hell do you think you're doing?!?"

Jadzia smiled saucily at the ex-changeling. "Actually, that's exactly what I think I'm doing," she purred, reaching down to run a finger along one muscled arm. "Face it, Constable, you need this. And as long as you won't co-operate willingly, I guess I'll just have to make sure you finally unbend a little and get laid whether you like it or not."

He snarled wordlessly and turned his face away from her. She smiled again and reached out a finger to trace the line under his jaw from his chin to his ear, and from there down his neck to his collarbone. She rested her whole hand on his shoulder, pausing to admire the view. Admittedly his face was still oddly half-formed, but the rest of his body was, as Julian had noted, perfectly human. Perfectly human, and, now that the constable had to actually work at keeping his body in condition for the demands of his job, very nicely built. Not bulky like Worf, but sort of a well-defined muscular trimness. Very nice.

Dax resumed her wandering finger's course down Odo's body, sliding from his shoulder to the base of his throat and down the centre of his chest. Mmmm -- a totally flat stomach. Excellent. She continued her course, pulling the sheet out of the way as she went. He frostily ignored both Jadzia and her finger.

Oooh... Jadzia hadn't realised that the constable slept naked. Well... That made things a great deal easier.

Odo continued to 'ignore' Dax as she pulled the sheets down to his knees, scowling furiously at his elbow (since scowling at Dax would have meant acknowledging her presence). Dax ironically rebuked her imprisoned opponent. "It is not very respectful not to notice your superior officer even now." She continued tracing her way down his stomach, reaching about where the navel would be on a standard human male, and continued her course --

-- only to find herself flat on the floor, the wind knocked out of her. After a panicked moment, she managed to draw a breath, and after another moment she pulled herself up to a seated position. Her back ached from hips to shoulders from the violent landing on the floor, and her chest hurt even more from where the constable had kicked her. Odo glared at her from the bed, no longer ignoring the Trill, his knees drawn up defensively as he pulled himself as far up into a seated position as he could within the leeway the handcuffs gave him.

Dax drew a deep breath. "This was not the kind of respect I asked for. Maybe we should cool down your temper first." she scolded him. She slowly picked herself up off the floor and went to the bag she had left on the floor in the corner of the bedroom. She removed something from the bag, taking care to keep the mysterious item -- or items -- hidden behind her body. The constable eyed her warily, his body language an unspoken invitation to come within reach and get kicked again. Jadzia approached the bed from the head end, out of Odo's reach. He twisted around as far as the restraints would allow, trying to watch her.

In a sudden attack, Dax darted to the bottom-end. The moment she was in Odo's reach, he tried to kick her again. This time she reacted quicker than he, and the pairs of handcuffs she had been hiding behind her back clapped on his ankle.

After that came a brief but fierce battle. Dax had a not inconsiderable advantage in wrestling with an opponent whose arms were cuffed, but Odo was not only stronger but also very, very angry. Eventually, though, Jadzia got one ankle cuffed to the foot of the bed, and after that the outcome was a foregone conclusion.

Odo snarled up at her from his helpless, spread-eagled position. Somewhere in the preceding struggle, the sheets had hit the floor, leaving Dax with an unimpeded view of the flushed, panting, naked pseudo-human shackled to the bed. Smiling, the Trill sat on the edge of the bed, pausing to get her breath back and enjoy the view. He tested the handcuffs on his wrists again, yanking furiously at them a few times, before growling and lying back against the pillow.

"Well now that you've got me, Commander, what do you intend to do with me?" he snapped at her.

While relaxing after the fighting, Dax felt her shoulder and chest hurting too much to enjoy this situation completely. So, she decided to visit the infirmary first before resuming her attention to him again. Looking at Odo's computer console, she found out that it was 2318 h - more than six UFP hours before his morning shift would begin. Splendid, she could take pleasure from a delectable time without any hurry. But she did not want to leave him without knowing the prospect of things to come. "Right, I'm now going to leave you here to consider your position, while I go for something I need to do first." she informed him while he resumed glaring at his arm without noticing Dax' words. She reached down to run her hand tenderly through his hair. Then she grabbed his still unreal looking hair and pulled his head to face her, kissing him.

Odo managed to pull his mouth away from hers, so she shifted her attention to his neck and ear until he tried to bite her on the shoulder. Jadzia jerked back out of reach and sighed. Odo muttered something in Bajoran that she decided she should probably be grateful the Universal Translator had prudishly refused to render. Jadzia smirked wickedly at a sudden thought and went back to her bag on the floor in the corner. She coquettishly strolled back to him concealing something behind her back.

With his face turned to the opposite side, he still ignored her approaching him. For a second time, she grabbed his head severely, but instead of kissing him she managed to tug a blindfold across his eyes. Deprived of his sense of vision, he only was able to hear Dax whisper, "Just to keep your imagination working until you can pay your full attention to me." He had to let her tousle his already-mussed hair, felt her hand run down his chest and stomach again, until her hands went off him.

Without feeling or hearing anything, he awaited strained her next moves. He tried to recognise the slightest noises. What he thought to be an eternity later, he heard a faint rustling but wasn't able to identify it. Odo started when she laid the sheet over him, leaving him modestly covered from the waist down.

Jadzia knew exactly how hard this unfamiliar sensory deprivation must be for Odo. With a soft smile she said sympathetically, "So you don't get cold." As Jadzia walked out his bedroom door, she sharply turned back to him and said in a commanding tone, "Don't go anywhere before I get back."

"I hope you die a slow, painful death. I will tell Commander Worf and the doctor. Possibly the captain as well," he grunted in her direction.

Dax paused for a moment at the threat, before deciding the odds of the constable actually telling anyone about this (much less the three people mentioned), were about on a par with the odds of Worf giving up his commission as a Starfleet officer to become an exotic dancer on Rigel VII. A moment's further reflection suggested that perhaps - if things went very well indeed- he might tell Major Kira about this evening. She laughed heartily and left Odo's quarters.

Odo was left alone in his darkness to wonder whether he should hope someone would attempt to contact him and come to his quarters to find out why he wasn't answering his communicator. Which was worse, to remain chained to a bed awaiting whatever fate Dax had planned for him, or to have one of his friends or co-workers actually see him like this? Tough call.

After a certain amount of thought, he concluded that, given he could see no way to contact a rescuer or evade discovery, the situation was out of his control. If someone came looking for him, he would have to deal with them somehow. As long as it were not a special someone looking for him... The thought that Major Kira could find him filled him with fear. Even if he knew that he was not obliged to answer to her, he wouldn't know how to explain this situation to her. He thought how awful it would be to loose her faith in him.

Odo shifted uncomfortably in his handcuffs and wondered when that damned Trill was coming back. He had been left helplessly an awfully long time. Where was she, anyway? This line of thought let Odo wonder at his fate when Dax returned. He tried to imagine what Dax was planning to do with him, but soon gave up trying to think her way. This led to thoughts of revenge that occupied a good twenty minutes with dark plots involving various implements of torture or discomfort, seven or eight hours free of interruptions, perhaps a good holocamera, and, of course, four sets of handcuffs. He smiled sardonically. After playing with this illusion long enough, he dropped these thoughts.

His mind drifted away back to former times again. He and Major Kira knew each other since the Occupation. Their friendship became deeper and the trust in each other had increased over the years. Since their first meeting, he hadn't confessed to anyone that it was more than fellowship he felt for her. He never risked revealing his feelings to anybody, especially to her.

Unfortunately, Dax knew since Odo's link with Curzon during her zhian tara that he was in love with Kira. He remembered that Dax had been encouraging him to make a pass at Nerys, if he was so sure that she was the one he wanted. Especially in the past several months (since his "judgement" by the Founders), she pestered him to say something to Kira, at least drop a few hints. But he didn't like the solid's way of dropping hints. For him there were only two possibilities, to either tell the Major everything, or nothing. He chose to say nothing and to stay without the only one he wanted.

On the other hand, Dax was determined to get him into bed with somebody. She kept saying it was one of the most important parts of humanoid life, and he couldn't judge the merits of the activity without experiencing it himself. Dax was going to get him to try sex out if she had to chain him to a bed first. Hence his present situation.

He shook his head irritably at the perfidies of Trills, especially this one. He couldn't help a little smile at the memories he still carried from Jadzia's zhian tara, when he became intimately, if briefly, associated with the most perfidious Trill of them all. Curzon had most enthusiastically thrown himself into the practice of this particular activity. If Curzon hadn't had a more convenient use of so much of his time...

The sound of the door to his quarters startled him out of his thoughts. Well, there she was, finally.

Footsteps came through his quarters to the door of his bedroom, and stopped just in the door. Enjoying the view, are we? he thought sardonically. "It certainly took you long enough. I was beginning to think you were going to leave me here until someone came to see why I didn't show up for my next shift."

The footsteps slowly approached the bed, and then he felt her weight as she seated herself on the edge. After a moment, she leaned over him and stroked his cheek, sliding her hand to the back of his head to hold him still while she kissed him.

He relaxed slightly. Not an unpleasant sensation at all. She had soft lips, and her hand in his hair was gentle. After a moment, she moved her lips away from his and began softly kissing her way down his cheek toward his ear. He sighed and rattled his cuffs a little, then realised that he was trying to free his arms so he could pull her closer. He stilled his arms. She might get the wrong idea from his tugging at the restraints, think he wanted to resist her; better say something. Not being very good at, or interested in flowery talk, he settled for, "You could do that again, if you wanted to." He could feel her smile when she kissed him on the mouth again.

This time he leaned into the kiss. She had a surprisingly pleasant scent and taste, and the contact was giving him strange chills that ran down his spine. He was beginning to see the point of this particular odd humanoid custom.

She stayed poised above him for an unmeasured length of time, resting her weight on her hands, still half-sitting on the bedside, only touching him at the lips. Then she broke contact with a sigh that he echoed. He took a deep breath, and said, "I'm willing to agree to co-operate voluntarily if you'll take these restraints off me." She ignored this statement, leaning in for another kiss. He could hear her panting as well, when she finally pulled away again. He sighed with frustration. "All right, Dax. I'd really appreciate having my hands free now, but if you still think I'm going to throw you out... Couldn't you at least take off the blindfold, though?" Another kiss was her only response.

As she broke away from his mouth and started kissing her way down his throat, he sighed again. She continued kissing her way -- very slowly -- down his body. How far down did she intend to go? She didn't even... The thought brought a strange wave of arousal, enough to make him moan. He took a deep breath and said in a commanding tone. "Dax, stop it. ... You see that I can't help myself being aroused by your actions, but I cannot accept you being the one I share these sensations with. You will think it stupid of me to hold out all this time for the Major, when she doesn't even know that I ... I am in love with her." She paused. He waited for her reaction. When several seconds had passed without anything, he asked, "Is something wrong?"

A moment's pause, and then a too-familiar voice said, "Nothing - only that I have now heard for the first time what you feel for me, Constable." He froze in shock.

After he regained self-control again, he asked inquiringly, "Did Dax send you, or did you just happen to walk in and see me lying here like this?"

She stood up abruptly and answered. "Dax was called away on an emergency mission in one of the runabouts. Before she left, she called me and told me to go to your quarters immediately, and alone. Said you were expecting her for an - appointment - and she didn't want to leave you hanging."

"Ah. That was considerate of her, considering the circumstances she left me in." He managed to keep the panic from his voice and face, but it was a battle to do so. "What just happened, was that part of her instructions?"

Nerys blushed to her hairline. "Ah... no."

"I... see." Suddenly the whole farcical situation was displaying possibilities previously undreamed of. "Were you planning on finding the key to these restraints immediately, or were you intending to take advantage of the situation?"

Somehow Kira felt slightly guilty at the words, "take advantage of." She blushed again - and was angry with herself about it.

She tried to defend herself. "At first I was going to find the key. Well at first I was going to leave. I thought you wouldn't want me to see you like this, and then I remembered why Dax sent me and realised that if I left you'd be stuck here and... and then... Well, you just looked to me like you needed to be kissed, and then you said to do it again, and I did, and..." She paused, realising she was babbling, and waved a hand hopelessly in the air. "I... I don't know how far it would have gone, if you hadn't said.." she broke off helplessly.

"Yes, I think I understand. And since I did say, what I said, I hope you realise now that I don't really regret what just happened. Personally, I would rather have my hands free, but if it's what you'd like...".

She took such a long time answering, studying her hands pensively that he felt compelled to add, "Take your time, Major. I'm not going anywhere."

She glanced at him in surprise, and then remembered abruptly that he was still chained to his bed. She jumped up from her seat and asked, "Where are the keys? I hope you know, because Dax certainly didn't tell me."

"I would assume they would be in the bag she got the handcuffs and blindfold out of." He indicated the bag in the corner with a jerk of his head. Nerys got it and brought it back to the bed. She resumed her seat and began rooting through the bag.

"Where are these damned keys? Hey, what weird stuff had Dax brought with her? Feathers, clothespins, candles, a pincushion? A Klingon leather whip, gloves made of black satin! What the hell was Dax planning to do?" she thought. When she finally found the key deep inside the bag, Nerys started to go back to Odo letting him free.

She set Jadzia's bag of bizarre properties on the floor and went back to the bed. "Odo, now I can ... Wait," she said, thinking the situation over. She thought that she should rescue Odo out of his bondage. On the other hand, she began to take pleasure in this delicate situation and returned the keys in Jadzia's bag. Seeing Security Chief Odo who used to be always in self-command now totally dependent from her, she felt herself more powerful than before. Beside this, she hadn't realised how interesting Odo looked like, even though there had been a kind of attraction for a longer time. - Maybe Jadzia wouldn't complain if she borrowed some of the items.

Convinced of her new plan, she took the satin gloves out of the bag and put them on. They covered her hands and part of her forearm. "What are you doing?", he asked with a little anticipation in his voice. Still blindfolded he wasn't able to observe Kira's movements.

"You will see ... soon." Watching him intently she returned to his bed and passed lightly over his face with her gloved hand. Kira enjoyed seeing Odo shiver. Her hand slid smoothly down over the base of his throat to his chest. Again Odo breathed in heavily when she caressed his left nipple. His reactions were very interesting, she mused.

Her hand passed lightly over his body. Odo started again when he noticed that the sheet slipped slightly out of the way.

"Shhh, be quiet." Kira whispered smiling. "Seems to me that you like this."

"Yes, Major ... As you can see."

His deep voice sounded slightly different. In former times, her involuntary touches stirred him deeply, but up to now he could manage to conceal his innermost feelings to her. Now, knowing that literally any of his reactions were obvious to her, made him feel both contented and uneasy.

Realising his confusion, she tenderly stroked his arms, his shoulders and chest, returning to his nipples, playing leisurely with them. When he started again Kira whispered. "Seems I've found a sensitive part of your now humanoid body. I think you like being touched there."

"I suppose so", he answered, "But do with me what you want. I am literally in your hands."

When she removed the blindfold from his aquamarine eyes, he looked at her with a deep expression of devotion. She answered his gaze silently for a long time.

Then she said aloud "Computer lower room temperature to 15 degrees C!" Her voice became firmer. "In a colder room your skin will be more sensitive, as you will see. As you already mentioned, Odo, you never told me about your feelings. But the worse of all is that you lied to me, when I told you about those Romulans and their insinuations about our relations. Furthermore, I think you also betrayed our friendship by not trusting me. You ... you ... what did you think? Did you really think our relationship was so fragile that you would lose my high esteem ... because of your love?"

Odo looked to the side. After a while, he turned his head back to her. He cleared his voice and said, "You're right, I really feared destroying our .. friendship by telling you the truth. It was not my intention to hurt your feelings in any way. But now I see that I was wrong concealing myself from you. Now I hope that our relationship hasn't come to an end ... because of my demeanour."

Kira replied warmly, "Odo, I still respect you as my best friend despite of anything that has happened. You and our friendship are very precious to me and I still want to continue our relationship. Somehow, it is more than respect I feel for you, maybe you can call it love, as well. You know I am still in love with Shakaar - I mean, Shakaar is the one I want as my lover, but on the other hand I don't want to lose you, too. I need you. It's just so ... complicated to know that you are in love with me and I am not, but we can't simply deny it. I, I just don't know how we can handle it, I mean. "

"Major, you are the only one who can forgive me. I just can say that I regret my errors deeply."

After Odo's remark Kira looked back at him and began to smile. "Maybe you are right ... in my religion repentance is needed to be relieved from our sins."

After a short pause she said in a seductive tone, "Odo, I think that you should pay for your dishonesty."

Suddenly she took hold of both his nipples between her fingers pinching and tugging at them rather hard. He tossed his head to the side and fought against his restraints without success. "I don't mean for you to behave like this." Kira said decisively and lashed his chest for the first time. Odo started once at this sudden impact then held still preparing himself for her next move.

"Odo, Do you repent your dishonesty by heart?" - "Yes, Major, I deeply repent it."

"Do you want our friendship to continue?" - "Yes, Major, as long as you can trust me now."

"Do you then accept expiation for what you have done?" - "Yes, Major, I accept it in order that justice be done."

"Odo, do you agree to take your chastisement now?" - "Yes, Major, I agree to anything you think I deserve."

She bent over and kissed him again softly and seductively which made him shiver, before she placed the blindfold over his eyes again.

"Odo, I will impose two dozen whip strokes upon you for your chastisement. To make it easier for you to prepare for each stroke, their intensity will increase only gradually. Get ready!"

After this announcement, Kira took a leather whip from Dax's bag and positioned herself beside the bed. When she passed the whiplashes lightly over his chest, she could see that his tension soon diminished.

Seeing that he was prepared, she lifted the whip for the first stroke. When the lashes hit their target exactly he winced with the impact. Then she hit him for the second time, slightly harder than the first time. He gasped.

Kira waited that he recovered his breath before she whipped him again. Gradually she increased the intensity of the strokes, targeting different parts of his body. He turned his head to the side. Slowly his skin reddened in form of bunches of stripes.

The harder she whipped him the more he began to tremble and to fight against his restraints. During the first dozen strokes, Odo's breathing changed from gasping to panting. After the twelfth lash, he moaned loudly.

Confused, she had to confess to herself that her feelings turned out to be of a more complex character. At first, Kira felt relieved taking revenge on him, but this satisfaction mingled with her pity for the man on whom she inflicted pain. She realised how important it was for her to have him at her mercy, while he still was able to keep his pride. But the longer the punishment lasted, the more she became aware how pleased she became. Hearing him moaning and gasping, by seeing him wincing and fighting, by noticing how his skin reddened under her lashes even aroused her.

During these thoughts, Kira had paused her actions. To prepare herself as well, she informed him, "Odo, you have received your first dozen strokes. You should know that I will hurt you more with the next." Kira resumed his whipping with greater force. Now, she restricted the lashes to the muscular parts of his body. She saw how stripes were formed on his chest, upper legs and arms. She was impressed that his body winced after each stroke, but that Odo voluntarily resumed his former position to receive the next lash.

Odo felt that he was able to surrender himself to Kira, because he was no longer afraid to show her all of his feelings. So, he could freely give himself up to his sensations, even when the pain became less endurable.

Near of the end of Odo's suffering, his moaning grew loud, and his whole body rocked against the restraints. For Kira, this was an invitation to hit him really hard. Kira didn't hold back her force any longer. "Odo, there are just three more strokes."

As the whip hit Odo for the twenty-third time he even cried out, but he still found the strength to await the last lash. At the last one he cried out loudly with his deep, hoarse voice. "Shhh, it's over. Be quiet," Major Kira said softly and lay one gloved finger on his lips. Her fingertips passed caressingly over his face. When she let her hand slide down to his shoulder she could feel how his quivering body slowly calmed down. Her hand stroked his shoulder leisurely as she watched him regaining his steady breathing. Reluctantly, Kira drew her hand back and stepped a little bit away to put the whip back in Dax's bag.

Enchanted by the view of the bound Constable, Kira realised how aroused she had become. Still confused by her feelings for Shakaar and Odo, she suddenly knew that she desired Odo. Not wasting further thoughts to the future, she slowly took off her boots, her socks and her uniform jump suit. Finally she took away her bra as well, dropping them to the floor.

Odo, unable to recognise these noises, asked her "What are you doing now? You seem to have better things to do than to get me out of this ... uncomfortable situation?"

"Odo, it just took a little time to make it quite comfortable for both of us, I hope."

She strolled back to him and crawled on the bed. Kira knelt over him, clenching his body between her legs. "Did you ever feel a woman's bare skin touching yours?"

"Nearly. The ever so slight touches by your hand gave me very intense feelings when I still was a Changeling. For me, it was nearly startling and arousing."

"Like this?" she said with a coquettish smile when her hands suddenly passed over his shoulders, caressed the sides of his body and then his chest which still showed lightly reddened stripes from her whip strokes.

Startled he whispered, "Yes, Major."

She touched his sensible nipples first with her hand, and then she bent forward to touch them with her lips. She even caressed them with her tongue and her teeth before she sat up, looking down. Odo lifted his chest towards her, moaning from arising pleasure and frustration. "Oh, please ... do this again. It feels so indescribable, nearly like my sensation a couple of months ago."

"I see. You like this very much. And I like your beautiful reactions to my touch." Again she made him moan by her caresses.

"Have you ever felt a woman's naked breast with your hand or kissed its nipples?" "No, never."

Hers were erected and hard as little kernels by her increasing arousal. Slowly she bent over, letting her breast stroke his chest upwards. She brought her right breast to his lips. In a sudden impulse, he opened his mouth and took her nipple between his lips. Odo tried to play with it and with the aureole softly and shyly. She gasped slightly. "Please, harder. Use your teeth. Bite me. You're not hurting me." As he did so she moaned with pleasure and started panting. Then she let him do the same with her left breast.

Kira retreated once again to her former position. "I have a little surprise left for you before we end our play," she told him, taking two fine steel pins out of the mattress where she had left them. She took one in each hand and touched the aureole of his nipples pricking them lightly.

He started, gasping in surprise about the strange sensation by this light sting. "Oh. What is this?"

"How sweet! We really seem to like the teasing with this tiny needle, don't we? Maybe we should repeat this lesson."

"Yes - please do this again." "Of course - if it pleases you..."

Now she alternated pressing the tip lightly to several points of the aureoles and then to the top of his nipples. He started again so intense were the feelings she awakened in him. Kira touched him several times slightly harder making him tremble and gasp. Finally, she laid the needles aside. "I think, we are now ready for the final part of our little role-play," she said kissing him again on his lips and caressing his chest. Then she slid downwards on her knees holding his body between her legs. She continued caressing his sides, his flat stomach, the outer sides of his legs and then the inner sides moving slowly upwards to his thigh. His anticipation grew with each moment she went around his humanoid body. Alternating her caresses between light touches, even scratching him with her fingernails, and little kisses, she eventually blew softly over his extremely sensitised skin.

As she reached his scrotum and his erected penis he suddenly started again. "Please, don't touch me there. It doesn't hurt, but ... I fear this is more than I can endure."

"Oh I see. Maybe I should end your ... sweet torments. Let me sit on top of you." Kira said and took off her panties as well.

She finally sat down letting the shaft of his penis touch her swollen labia and clitoris. Kira cried out a little at her intense sensations. She was also near her climax and rubbed her clitoris on the surface of his member, sliding his foreskin up and down simultaneously with one of her hands. Odo had never before felt such intense stimulation in his member, while his chest ached in frustration of not being touched anymore. He began gasping and begging for release. When she let her other hand slide over his torso, she felt his arousal heighten. She pinched each of his nipples alternately, then simultaneously with her full force. At this sudden touch, his whole body trembled in his restraints, tossing his head to the side. Undulating her hips, she pressed his member against herself and stroked it with increasing speed. They were both panting and moaning, forgetting time and space around them until they exploded in their climaxes. Her whole body thrusting and shaking, she collapsed onto him. She embraced his shivering body, while he tried to sort all these emotions overflowing him for his very first time.

Finally they lay still completely exhausted. Kira placed her head on his chest. "How could I have thought you had no feelings? Only because I had never heard your heart beating like I can now. I was silly." She stood up. "Now I will free you from your restraints."

"I'd appreciate it, Major."

"Let me see if I can find the key in Dax's bag ... Well, here is it." She took away the four handcuffs and put them back in the strange bag. At last she took off his blindfold.

"Fortunately it is not too bright in here so my eyes will adjust to the light level without hurting this time," Odo said while sitting up massaging his wrists and ankles to get the blood circulation back in his hands and feet.

"Odo, may I have a towel?"

"Yes. Please, take one from my bathroom. I think I also have to clean up this... substance. It doesn't contain any semen like normal humanoids. So I guess I am to be considered as infertile."

Kira came out of the bathroom. "Maybe, you're not bound to be a solid for all of your life. It seems to me magnificent to see you transformed back into a changeling one day."

"I'd love it, too. But I don't know about my people's plan with me," he answered while wiping his 'semen' off his body.

"You told me about your reactions on my touch when you were a changeling. Is it true that a slight caress or grab of your hand is felt so intensely that it can also be somehow arousing?"

"Yes it is." replied Odo as he put the towel aside. "That's also why the changelings touch each other's surface before linking partly or especially before linking completely like the Founders' spokeswoman did with me. But I can't remember a single part of this any more. It is all gone. She only caressed my arm and took my hand in hers when she said farewell on my people's home world. That's what I remember of her."

"In a way she must love you very truly."

"I love her, too, and I trust her but I lost her like I lost you twice. And now I have you here with me, the woman I adore, the woman she said I'd never get. This is more than I dared to dream."

"I'm thinking the same. I've been so blind and now I realise we could have a good time together."

They kissed each other. Kira put her clothes back on without her shoes to walk soundlessly over the corridors. "Good night, Odo"

"Good night, Major."

"Please call me by my first name!"

"Well, Good night, Nerys. See you tomorrow at 0800."

"Yes, of course." After Kira had left him Odo pulled the sheets back over his body and fell asleep. Her head full of thoughts about all the things that just had passed, Kira put the bag in front of Daxes quarters and returned to her own to go to sleep as well.

The next day, O'Brien cast the security chief a suspicious glance across the crowd at Quark's and muttered to Worf, "Do you know if anything's happened to the constable recently?"

"Happened? What do you mean?" The Klingon eyed the ex-changeling uncertainly before returning his gaze to the man at the bar beside him.

"He's just been so - I don't know - cheerful today. Almost perky. It's not like him. Do you think he could be sick?"

"Hmmm. I had noticed him being uncharacteristically - jovial - this morning. Perhaps he has some evidence against Quark," Worf added hopefully.

The pair studied the constable, who leaned against a wall at the far end of the bar and happily insulted Quark as the Ferengi prepared drinks for his multi-species clientele.

"No, Quark doesn't look nervous enough for Odo to have something on him."

"What's this about Quark?" Bashir came up behind the two in time to hear O'Brien's last comment.

"It's not about Quark, it's about the constable. Have you notice him behaving a little... well, oddly today?" O'Brien asked.

"Hmmm." The doctor studied the oddly behaving security chief. Odo gave a short bark of laughter at something Morn said, then noticed Bashir watching him and nodded back at Julian affably.

"Nodded? He just nodded at me? He almost smiled! Did someone dope his raktajino this morning?" Bashir asked incredulously. Before the others could stop him, he moved over to the uncharacteristically amiable constable and asked him something the watching pair couldn't quite make out. Odo blinked but replied to the doctor's question. Bashir said something else and Odo shrugged and folded his arms in front of his chest. Worf noticed Julian's eyes widen in startlement for an instant before he nodded and left the constable, returning to the waiting pair.

"Well?" O'Brien asked. Worf remained silent but was keenly interested in the doctor's reply.

"I asked him if his appointment went well enough with Major Kira last night. I had Dax in the infirmary last night to get some bruises taken care of. She said she had been a bit careless in an exercise program on the holodeck. When the captain called her and told her he needed her for that emergency mission, she called Kira and asked her to go by the constable's quarters and take care of an appointment she had with him, since she was going to be gone."

"What kind of appointment?" O'Brien asked, sipping at his pint.

"I don't know. All I know is, Dax told Kira to go by his quarters immediately and to go alone. Whatever it was for, the major seems to have done whatever it was Dax was supposed to do." Julian suppressed a giggle as his eyes returned wonderingly to the constable.

"What's so funny?" O'Brien wondered snappishly.

"Well, I don't know what that appointment business was all about, but I can make some interesting guesses..."

"Oh?"

"You seemed startled by something." Worf interjected abruptly. "What was it?"

"Well... It's probably nothing." Julian paused and shook his head wonderingly, his gaze never leaving the constable. Odo gave him a puzzled look and Bashir hastily returned his attention to the drink Quark had just brought him.

"But...?" O'Brien invited.

"It's probably something perfectly innocent..."

"But...?" Worf growled.

"I saw some marks on his wrists when he crossed his arms. It's probably just me, but I could swear they were handcuff marks."

O'Brien inhaled on a swig of his drink and spent the next minute or two coughing violently. Worf's eyes widened and he gave the ex-changeling a respectful glance. "Sooo... We see he is a man of hidden talents."

Julian, still suppressing giggles, and O'Brien, still coughing, turned to look at Worf simultaneously.

"Obviously he is practising the art of escaping one's enemies when captured. A worthy skill. Perhaps he would show me his technique for escaping restraints..."

Bashir and O'Brien exchanged a disbelieving glance. Worf frowned at them, realising that they disbelieved his explanation but unsure why they found it so implausible. Surely they could not think the security chief would stoop to playing any of those weakling human bondage games...

Major Kira walked into Quark's at that point, scanned the crowd, and spotted the face she was looking for. She happily sauntered up to the constable and put her arm around his waist. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, looking at her in a loving manner.

Bashir smirked, pleased at this evidence confirming his hypothesis. O'Brien looked startled, but after a moment's thought, accepting, and even a little approving.

At that moment, of course, Dax walked in. She scanned the bar and noticed Odo and Kira standing together and, more importantly, how they were standing together. Julian, noticing the way her posture sagged briefly for a second when she saw the two together, felt an uncomfortable mingling of sympathy for Jadzia's disappointment and pleasure at having a potential rival removed from the playing field. (Now if he could just get rid of Worf somehow...) Dax sighed, straightened, and nodded at the couple who had just spotted her. She gave them a genuine, if slightly saddened, smile. Odo nodded back, and Kira (looking appeased) did so as well. Dax came over to the trio at the other end of the bar and ordered a blood wine.

"I... take it you regret having missed your appointment with Odo last night?" Julian gave her his best sympathetic expression and tone. The truth was, he genuinely commiserated with her disappointment, but mostly he was dying to know the details.

Dax gave him a suspicious look, evidently wondering how much the doctor knew or had deduced, before answering. "A little, but I think it probably worked out for the best for both of us." She paused and glanced at the pair at the other end of the bar, then amended, "For all three of us."

Julian nodded, then couldn't resist adding, "By the way..."

"Hmm?" Dax took a sip of her blood wine.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about a few pairs of handcuffs, would you?"

The blood wine wound up sprayed halfway across the bar. Worf gave Dax a suspicious look. (Julian heartily approved of the wariness the Klingon was eyeing the Trill with now. If he couldn't put Dax off Worf, putting Worf off Dax was an acceptable alternative.)

A com-signal disturbed the lazy chatting "Sisko to Major Kira. I need you in the Obs, come immediately, bring Lieutenant Dax and Commander Worf. Sisko out." "Aye Sir."

Major Kira hugged Odo shortly and left the bar with Dax and Worf.

O'Brien pulled Bashir close to mutter in his ear. "By the by, Julian, how do you know so well what handcuff marks look like?"

"What? Handcuff marks? Oh, ah, well - I'm a doctor, you know. Amazing what all we see, really."

"Oh, really?" O'Brien gave Julian a funny look but went back to his pint and let the matter drop. But the next time he glanced at Bashir, he noticed a funny thing.

The doctor was rubbing his wrists thoughtfully - and smiling nostalgically to himself.

Quark came stumbling out of his storage room, firmly clasping a glass cylinder to his chest. He nervously looked around, and hurried to Odo. When he nearly reached the constable, he sighed with relief. "Odo, it's nice to see you here. Have I ever told you that you were one of my favourite guests?"

"No, you didn't. I would think you would like me more by leaving than by staying."

"Oh no, Odo, you are misunderstanding me completely. But I know that there were times our relation was a bit... cold. So, I want you to receive this precious gift as a sign of goodwill."

Quark handed over the gift to a distrusting Odo. He looked inside the cylinder and suddenly began to recognise the golden substance it contained. Quark smiled at the constable who seemed to be absorbed in his thoughts. He went onto his tiptoes and whispered "You are right, it really is a changeling."

Hurrying away, Quark left Odo alone, lost in dreaming.