The Intendant screamed in agony.

Before her scream ended, the energy surged through her harness at an even higher voltage. She gasped at the sensation, then she tried to look over her shoulders at her current tormenter. Her voice was breathless...but not from pain.

"W-wonderful..."

The harness crackled with energy and she shrieked, then relaxed, her breath coming in rapid pants. Tears slipped from her eyes and her voice was a whisper. "Please..."

"You love it, Nerys. You want it *just* - *like* - *this*!"

"...NO! ...ohh...Aahhh!!"

"I think you're enjoying yourself far too much, Nerys."

"No more...please...aahhh!" The harness surged and she screamed again. As the energy and her scream faded, she threw her head back and cried out, "Bajor!"

Immediately the harness fell still. Behind her, cool hands reached up and released her manacles from the frame. She fell into a heap at her tormenter's feet.

She had barely begun to catch her breath when he bent over her, pulled her up roughly by one arm. She gasped as he ripped the harness off her with one ungentle hand. Then he held her against his taut body.

Her voice was a gasp of pain and pleasure. "...Odo..."

"Too soon, Nerys," he complained. "The session barely lasted three minutes."

She was still quite breathless. "It's you, you know. You keep yourself...keep yourself from me, but when I called you, I needed you so badly. And it was incredible...so exciting...you're so...masterful."

"You're lying."

"But it's true. I've been wanting you all morning." her hands carefully stroked their way along his lean thigh. The shackles still connecting her wrists to each other, if no longer to the frame, clinked as she moved.

"You bitch, you give no thought to anything but you."

"And you don't fool me, Odo," she pressed closer to him, pushing her breasts against him. "You many not be humanoid, but you still have emotions. Like your anger right now...and your fear."

"I fear nothing."

"You fear giving in to your desire...your desire for me."

"Your lusts, your cravings, only disgust me."

"Yes, with yourself. You do it too well, Odo." She smiled. His expression did not change.

"I'm good at the jobs I'm assigned...that's all." He moved back from her now.

"No. You keep Garak under control. He can't get to me as much as he'd like to, because you prevent him." She tried to maintain eye contact, but he was now readjusting the interrogation frame. It was the only apparatus in his living room, along with the paraphernalia that accompanied it, neatly framing several walls.

He grunted. "You're the Intendant. If you die, he'll be in charge and he doesn't like or trust me. I would be out of a job."

She considered this, smiled. "True. But you still want me."

His blue eyes were cool. "And what if I did? Would it matter?"

"Would I care for you more? Probably." She stepped up to him again. Her hands, still in the shackles, slipped around his neck, imprisoning him in her embrace. "I've always wondered what a true session with you would be like."

He did not move. His voice was flat, emotionless. "You toy with me. I'm not humanoid."

"I know you can. I've seen the sessions Mora recorded."

He blinked, his only reaction. "Then you know enough to satisfy your curiosity."

"I'd like to see for myself." He stayed silent, unmoving. She pressed her cheek against his chest. "I could make you."

"Of course. You're the Intendant."

"It would be disobedience if you didn't."

"Yes."

"You could kill me." She looked up at him now, almost all of her pressed against his solid form. "I'm manacled. Defenseless. You could do...anything."

"I don't want anything, Intendant." His words were thick, but even.

She slipped her arms from behind him, then thrust them in his face. "Take these off." Her tone was almost angry.

He blinked, then carefully removed them. He tossed them on his table. When he turned back, Kira was removing her circlet. Then her earring. She tossed them on the table along with the manacles. His eyes grew hard.

"Payment now? I don't need your baubles. I don't want them."

"No. You don't want baubles. You don't want my submission. But you do want *me*, no matter what you say. You want a partner, not a slave or a torturer. You want an equal. Well, without that circlet of office, I'm just a Bajoran woman." He blinked. She tossed her commbadge, then started removing her suit with quick, almost angry gestures. "I'm _your_ Bajoran woman." Before she could slip the straps of her undergarments down, his cool, inhumanly strong fingers stopped her. Her eyes grew bright with tears. "I know you want this! Why do you deny us both!?"

To her surprise, his eyes were warm...and amused. His voice was soft, dark velvet. "You deny me, Kira Nerys."

"I'm offering you everything!"

He touched her lips with smooth and heated fingers. His blue eyes darkened with passion.

"You deny me the privilege of uncovering you for myself."

His fingers were skillful as they were heated. She'd rarely felt his actual touch. Now it sent shivers thru her body. He ignored these to continue removing her clothing with excruciating slowness, stroking every exposed bit of skin with the flat of his hands. Every inch of skin, be it the nape of her neck or her nipples, her calf or her buttock, he touched with the same slow and tantalizing assessment.

As his hands slipped over her furry mons, she whimpered, and when they ran over her hardened nipples, she gasped, leaned against him. He held her back, but continued his slow and attentive exploration. It was agony for her...an agony of pleasure. She nearly came from the vaginal spasms alone and it required effort for her to stand before him.

When she was fully nude, he turned her from him. Before she could protest, he stepped up and pressed behind her, wrapping his arms around her in a strangely intimate hug. The Intendant waited, uncertain, but deeply aroused. Then he liquified.

She barely had time to process the sensations as heated ribbons of pulsating fluid engulfed her torso, began to traverse down her legs in delicious spirals. The liquid being that was her ore-processing Supervisor, rediscovered the different texture of her nipples, their sensitivity communicated itself to him and he answered their plea. His texture there grew slightly rough and began to rub and stroke them, even as a slow ribbon of himself wound its way down between her thighs, probed the moist folds of her tender pussy, making her gasp and shudder helplessly, then cry out as that heated portion of him surged deep inside her, filled her. The segment of him by her swollen aching pleasure button, surged back and forth along it, even as the part of him inside her grew thicker and stretched her completely.

Kira Nerys twitched and cried out and still the excruciating pleasure did not stop. Yet another crescendo built as her total body response communicated itself to her liquid partner. Just as she felt she might die of pleasure, the pulsating fluid began to surge along the path it had created, seeking itself, moving in exquisite waves that stimulated every centimeter of her encased flesh. The only part of her not covered was her mouth and nose, as he had even flowed up and into her hair, behind and over her ears and closed eyes and down the tender skin of her neck, rejoining the main pulsing mass of liquid self.

Her cries of pleasure shattered in the stillness of the room, turned into piercing shrieks as climax after climax rippled through her, convulsing them both. He was silent. He always was.

She fell, but was cushioned by him, curling up to gasp and utter soft moans of relief and fulfillment. It had been wonderful...incredible.

He pulled away from her now and slowly coalesced to stand over her. His blue eyes were calm. "Well, you got what you wanted."

She carefully levered herself up, smiled. "So did you."

He said nothing and she sighed, turning from him slightly. "Computer. End program."

Everything around her vanished. When she turned back the supervisor was also gone, disappearing into the lined magnetic-bottling grid of a holosuite. She sighed again.

Less than an hour had passed. Her need for him was growing so much, and the program was becoming so adaptive that it bothered her...but not enough to keep herself from using it.

The Intendant got up, retrieved her clothing by the arch and put it on. She slipped her earring from a pocket and put it on, too, followed by her circlet of office which she secured around her forehead. She connected them with a magnetic clasp and then stepped out of the room.

After a moment, a section of the floor where Kira had lain, writhing in ecstacy, covered by her lover, shimmered and coalesced into the form of the supervisor. His cold gaze looked to the door and he sighed, too.

Maybe some day...

~ THE END ~