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The Final Possession

She’d never done this before, she’d never had to. Natal
closed her eyes and breathed in, feeling the cool air fill her lungs before she
pressed the chime. When the sound of the door softly swishing open touched her
pointed ears, Natal turned her pale grey eyes up to the man in front of her.

He was slightly taller than average and with a slender
frame. That alone didn’t make him unordinary, but it was the face that set
Keevan apart from most other Vorta. Angelic,
beautiful, these were words Natal had heard associated with his appearance. The
young adult breathed in and blinked as she looked at him, taking in the face
that she hadn’t seen before.

“You must be Natal.” His voice was rather soft and
unassuming, containing the pleasantries she didn’t expect, not for the service
she was there to do. Natal answered yes and, when he gracefully stepped aside,
she walked into the Vorta’s chambers. Vorta, by design from the Founders, didn’t have much of an
aesthetic sense, so she wasn’t surprised to see bare bluish white walls and
mute light grey furniture. Though, it was comfortable. Comfortable, she missed
that. Years ago, before the Dominion, her world thrived and purchasing new
things, such as a new soft bed or other new furniture, wasn’t such a rare and
privileged occurrence. But, when they came, her people were fooled, and within
five years, the Polarian people belonged to the
Dominion, in most every way.

Hearing the doors shut was the final seal on her fate. Of
course, it had been when she pressed her thumb to the padd
for ‘employment’ and when they were telling her what the typical Vorta liked, that too should’ve been it, but no. The soft
hiss if the doors coming to a close behind her then the silence that followed
was more deafening than anything that came before. Natal closed her eyes a
moment and swallowed, her stomach having fallen.

Opening her eyes again, she saw the violet eyes watching her
and she breathed in. “I have never done this kind of thing before, I was just
signed up a week ago and have been studying Vorta
pleasure points as well as other material suggested.” Natal started to explain,
her hands in front of her before she paused and breathed in, her nerves so bad
she was amazed she didn’t stutter. Watching him, Natal couldn’t help but take a
half step back when he reached out to touch over the row of stumpy burnt red
spikes that settled below her eyes and across the tops of her cheeks.

“Are you frightened of me?” The Vorta
asked, his head tilted to the side and voice rather
innocent, much like the expression on his face. Natal immediately shook her
head before pausing, looking at him, and then gave a few gentle nods. “I spent
the last several years watching my family getting poorer and poorer because of
you, because of the Dominion.” She said and watched him as he moved closer and
around her. When he circled behind, Natal stood straight and didn’t turn to
follow. So, without seeing the man, she gasped in when she felt two hands slide
around her thin, young waist.

It had just been a week ago that she had full blown sex. Of
course, she had played around before, but when reaching the decision to do
this, she didn’t want to go into the hands of a Vorta
a virgin. So, recruiting her best friend, who happened to be a guy, the
situation had been remedied, albeit a little sloppily since he too was
inexperienced. But, she was a woman, she knew that.

“Is that…so frightening?” His voice was a warm shower to
her, bathing her neck and trickling down her spine. It, with her thoughts, made
her miss all together the feeling of his hands moving from her waist to rest on
the space just below her belly button, further enveloping her in his arms,

Natal closed her eyes and ever so slightly shook her head. “No,”
the girl murmured and felt his lips connect with the soft flesh beneath her
ear. “No,” He echoed in agreement. Her legs were prompted into movement by his
pressing against the backs of hers. Natal watched as they walked closer to the
wall and to one of the low lying cabinets. It was empty on top and without any
shelf above. At this point it was becoming increasingly easier to just give
into the inclination to stop thinking. Vorta had to
have some kind of pheromone to do this. With eyelids shutting like a curtain on
a stage, she blacked out her vision and felt his fingers massage over her hip
while his other hand eased upward and massaged one youthful breast through the
red cloth covering it. It took a few long, luxurious moments for her to realize
it, but Keevan had twisted her around so that they were close, face to face,
and she could feel the body heat radiate from him.

Drunken, that was the word Natal would’ve used to describe
how the Vorta was making her feel. Natal’s grey eyes
were shut, her head tilted to the side heavily as she felt warm kisses start
again along her neck. A brush along her back thigh made a wave rush over her
flesh, followed by chicken skin on her arms and back. Reaching up, the Polarian rested her hands on his shoulders and bit her
lower lip a little, her abdomen instinctively pressing to his warm chest. The
defenses she had left crumbled more when that manipulative mouth moved up her
neck and began sucking and kissing over the lobe of her ear.

Keevan’s other hand moved to join
the first one and both slid up the back of her firm, shapely thighs and over
the tight globes. His mouth moved from her ear and Natal opened her mouth for
him, her mind in a state not unlike the eye of a storm, calm yet thick with a
pleased, lethargic feel. The softest of sounds came from her throat as the Vorta slowly but surely used his tongue and lips to possess
all of her. Not even aware of his actions, Natal let out a soft gasp as she
felt the thong she wore peeled from her and tickling her skin as it slid down
her legs. Even if she had been aware of what he was doing before he did it, she
wouldn’t and couldn’t have stopped him. Having her body pressed against another
like this, and with his movements so measured and skillful, it was a sharp
contrast to the few, fumbling times she had been in any similar situation.

A few moments had gone by and Natal found herself hoisted up
onto a low counter jutting out from the plain wall. “I thought it would be in
the bed-“

“Sh.” Natal was silent when she felt his hands slide up her
legs and under the many layers of her dress. Natal looked up over his chest
from her slightly reclined position and let her eyes settle on his face. His
lips were slightly parted and eyes turned down, watching as the dress lifted to
reveal her creamy thighs. His eye lashes were long, she observed, and parted
from each other in a feminine way. Keevan had very feminine eyes that, even as
she felt his hands drawing closer to her tingling sex, still gave his face this
unmistakable feel of innocence. Natal sucked in air quickly, surprised when his
hands left her thighs, captured her legs right behind the knees, then pulled
her until her firm derriere threatened to slip from the edge of the counter.

“You know,” Keevan started as his hands came up again and
pressed her knees apart. “The Founders are very rewarding.” He informed her,
his head tilted as he eyed the exposed and reddened sex displayed clearly
beneath the bunched up dress. Natal wasn’t too comfortable with this
arrangement as it was too vulnerable in front of anyone, especially a Vorta. No matter how angelic he was and, really, he was
beautiful, it didn’t change the fact that he was a Vorta.
“Us Vorta,” He continued “Do not have much aesthetic
value in things. Though,” Her eyes watched him as he spoke, the tunic becoming
undone by long, slender fingers before they trailed down to the matching
trousers. “we can appreciate some things, such as
one’s health and firm body or the symmetry of such a wide, structured face.”
His voice was music and every other pleasant sound she recalled before the
Dominion came. Even her eyes were forced shut when she felt fingers slide up
the moist, reddened folds of her sex.

A throaty gasp escaped when a hot rush slid up her spine and
she could feel an ache develop in a part of her that so desperately wished for
more than just teasing touches. Without thinking (as if she really could
clearly) she shifted her weight to one elbow and reached down towards her
hungry body but yelped when she felt a hard slap across the top of her hand. Eyes
snapping open, she looked into his violet ones which were focused on her own
face. “You will touch yourself only when I tell you to, anytime before that and
the punishment will be severe.” Nodding wordlessly, her eyes lowered in
submission and her elbow returned to its rightful place to help in holding her
up.

The woman let out a small sound and bit down on her lips
while those fingers slid around, touching her a moment longer. She was
desperate to beg him not to tease—her flesh already ached some out of need to
feel him fill her—but she remembered his ‘Sh.’ from earlier. Still
though. “Please, this is tortu—“ a slap, though not too hard, across the cheek silenced her
again and this time she decided to keep to it. It was a candle though, next to
a camp fire. With her chest rising and falling slowly, Natal’s grey eyes
widened when he produced his erection from his pants. God, the man was
engorged! Her mouth dropped slightly and a spasm of fear went through her at
the prospect of him using that on her. She’d seen two, her first’s before the deed
was done, and a local boy’s on a dare. In all fairness they both got to see her
boobs and neither of them could compete with what had currently been positioned
between her legs.

Keevan leaned forward some, one hand resting near her waist
and the other gripping his erection. Getting as close as he could, he leaned
down and began kissing the valley between her breasts. The woman bit her lower
lip and breathed in deeply when she felt the blunt head of his penis rub up and
down her swollen, musky lips. A whimpering moan escaped and Natal, purely out
of animal instinct, thrust her hips towards him more.

“Ah, no no.”
The whisper, the soft voice, had the slightest sound of victory in it when he
pulled himself completely away. Another whimper like the first, accompanied
with a slightly disappointed and more than slightly pained expression, came
over her. “Only good girls get this. Are you a good girl?”

Natal nodded dumbly and was rewarded with feeling the same
strokes over and over, circling her waiting and anxious entrance yet refusing
to enter.

“You want this, don’t you?” Again he was greeted with
another nod and whimper, but still didn’t satisfy it just yet.

“Natal,” He leaned up and kissed her, sucking on her bottom
lip. “Natal, tell me you love me.” The tortured woman released a low moan when
she felt the head press into her, stretching her entrance a little.

“Tell me you love me Natal. Tell me right now.” Her mind
remained hooked on him and, when she felt him began to pull out again, she
became frantic at loosing her drug.

“I love you, I love you!” It came out as a rushed, desperate
cry of a whisper and she felt the lips so close to hers twist into a satisfied
smirk.

It took all of three seconds for the man over her to
position himself, brace his hands, and shove into her in one hard thrust. Natal
cried out, though it wasn’t out of pain but surprise. He pulled out some before
pushing in again and Natal moaned out, her head drooping back and elbows
getting slightly weaker. With each thrust, some deeper than the others and some
nearly pulling out to leave her feeling vacant and empty, soft sounds that
she’d never made before came forced from her lungs.

Her elbows gave way after the first few, leaving Natal flat
on her back and her body jerking forward and back each time he drove deep into
her. Each thrust made a jolt go up her spine and soon they merged into one,
like a superhighway directly from her pelvis and tingling vagina up to her
brain, which was still drunk off of it. At one point she tried to secure her
breasts, which ached from the repetitive jerking motion of him pounding into
her. Almost immediately she felt him pause, grasp her wrists, and force them
down again before the shoulders of her dress were pulled down to expose her
perky breasts to him. His hands held onto her hips again before she felt him
ease up into her and push in deeply enough that she could feel his body flush
against her buttocks and thighs.

The physical act (which the small clear part of her mind
determined was symbolic too,) lasted a few more thrusts before she felt him
slow down then stab into her, his erection pressed deep in her womb when a warm
feeling inside her exploded. She shivered when she felt a warm liquid drizzle
down the valley of her butt cheeks. Breathing hard, Natal straightened her back
which, at some point, had arched from the intense pleasure or perhaps because
he had commanded her to. There was still a rush in her ears so it was hard to
say just how she had twisted in such a position, only that she had and the man
panting above her had caused it.

For a few long minutes the Vorta
leaned over her, his elbows on either side of her as he too tried to recover.
Natal was content with the arrangement for the moment. With him like that,
asking nothing else of her, she could lay there and bathe in the yummy feeling
that permeated her as well as the pleasing, heated tingle that danced over her
sex. It was the one she had heard about from ease dropping on her mother’s
friends when they complained that their husbands never caused it anymore. Now
she knew why they complained.

After far too brief a time, she was aware of a cold breeze
and cracked an eye, watching the Vorta arrange his
clothing again. He reached out and pulled her up by the arm. Natal, understandably,
offered little cooperation and when up, her noodle legs buckled some and she
clung to the overseer. “Come on now, up you go.” Finding her footing again,
Natal stood in front of him and tucked a strand of tussled hair behind her ear.
Silently, the Vorta led her to the severely slanted windows
that overlooked Polar City. It was nighttime and the curfew had already been
imposed. She stared down, watching as seven rows of five Jem’Hadar
walked down one of the white-lighted streets. Conscious now of her appearance,
Natal reached up to fix her straps and cover her
breasts, but she felt him drag her hands down again to leave her bare.

With his hands on her shoulders, he walked her forward until
her legs bumped the edge and she could look down, seeing lights from apartments
and the tops of twisted trees in the darkened park. His hands reached down
behind her and again gathered up the skirt of the dress until he cold drape it over his left elbow and snake his right
hand down. He forced her legs apart and began touching her, circling the overly
sensitive nub with his thumb and teasingly pumping two fingers in her. Natal
moaned, shame burning in the pit of her stomach. It conflicted, painfully, with
the renewed jolts of pleasure that had her eyes closed and body relaxed against
him.

“You may touch yourself now,” He murmured in her left ear,
his eyes focused on the side of her face as her hands, quite independent, began
to do just that and join his one. His other hand began working on her breast,
rolling and squeezing her nipple until a rosy flush, from their combined
efforts washed over her skin.

Keevan paused all his menstruations
and, when her helpless moans died some, he kissed beside her ear. “Who do you
belong to now?”

Natal paused, one of her hands holding her open and exposing
herself to god and to anyone who may have been aimlessly staring out of their
window that night while the other was caught with two of her fingers
accompanying his that were currently pressed into her warm womb. Her eyes
opened and, in that instant went from drowsy and dazed to quite clear as she
took in the cozy lights in tiny rectangular windows.

The woman, breathed in and out quickly before that too was
paused and she looked down at her exhibited body.

“You.”
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