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Tears of Time	By : ShriTal88 Category: Star Trek > Deep Space 9 Views: 2325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Garak snapped a leash to Julian's collar, and called for transport to the Vilak Rasha. After they re-materialized, he led Julian into a large entry room decorated in swirling blue grays with large ovular windows. He avoided looking at Julian. It was too difficult. What if it was true? Julian deserved to have his ass beat. Garak scowled before schooling his face.

Julian glared at the thin strap of silk connecting them as they crossed the entry room. He walked with a soft up and down lilt, forcing himself not to moan when the dildo occasionally brushed something.

Garak reached out and pulled him close in the doorway of the main room.

Julian put his hands up on Garak's shoulders to steady himself. He closed his eyes, dipping his head forward as the arms wrapped around him. It was nice to be held.

“Are you going to behave yourself?” Garak whispered against Julian's ear, stroking Julian's ass. He turned so the whole room could witness his pet's behavior.

The news that there was another human sex slave on the planet traveled quickly in the upper circles. Especially, once a Dukat knew about it. Julian's devotion to Garak had to be explicit and beyond contestation, even though it would hardly stem the flow of offers to buy Julian. Human loyalty was widely believed. Showing Julian how safe he was with him would do the pet some good.

Garak slid a hand down, tapping an object in his pocket. He removed a security identification rod, which he handed to a man inside the door.

Julian nodded against Garak's shoulder as the toy gave a small vibration. Nothing should feel so incredible, least of all a toy. Julian bit his lip as he was nudged back before he could press a reflexive kiss to a ridge. He gave Garak a hurt glare. Nasty Cardassian.

Garak wrapped an arm around Julian as he noticed more looks coming the human's way. He replaced the rod in his pocket.

Julian was quiet as Garak took him to a table adjacent to the socialization area. The table was lit with three spice scented candles in the center.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes watched them as Garak sat Julian down on the wrap around bench. The ring was surrounded by a low fence made of woody, red Cardassian plants that reminded Julian of a cross between bamboo and cacti.

Julian winced at the pressure in his ass. He shifted and wiggled, looking around. He might as well take in all the scenery. He might never see Cardassia this way again. He twisted his neck to look into the socialization area.

Mostly Bajorans milled in the center ring in varying states of undress. There were also several Orion women and men and several other species that Julian did not recognize. He observed them quietly searching the faces for any other humans. How rare were humans?

The leash jingled softly when Garak detached it from his collar.

Julian shifted and wriggled. Sitting with the dildo rammed inside him was painful. He wiggled, turning his ass out so it faced Garak. No comfort. He wiggled onto his side on the booth bench. It was a small kind of comfort. He made a miserable face at Garak, sticking out his lower lip the way a sad child would, and was ignored for his effort. Garak deserved a day in the frozen wasteland of Cardassian Hell for this!

“I am going to get a drink. Stay here, and do not talk to anyone.” Garak reached out and cupped Julian's cheek briefly before activating the small forcefield by the table to keep Julian contained and safe on the bench.

Julian wiggled until he was sitting almost on his feet with his legs tucked under him so he could look into the ring more easily.

Garak walked away toward a long bar at the north end of the room. He would allow Julian to order something appetizing to the human palette, preferably some Earth dish. He cast one look back at Julian to see him peering into the ring.

Let him get a good look at the ragged and pathetic lot the Bajoran slaves had. Exemplary behavior did not mean that they were equal to their masters. Bajorans were meant for servile work. They were suited to it, despite the more lovely of them having ideas above their stations.

It took more than being above reproach to earn a place at a dinner table. Julian need not know that being human was the easiest way of earning his lavish treatment. He would see how Garak pampered him and be grateful for it with any luck.

Julian shifted, observing. He ran a quick tabulation to determine the apparent abundance of various species on Cardassia Prime. He thought briefly of trying to get some of the slaves to rebel or try to cause trouble, but he promised he would behave. He promised himself. It was not pleasant to think of slavery still existing. But there was nothing he could do about it. Cardassians in this room alone outnumbered slaves at least two to one.

That was when Julian spotted her. A human woman who appeared to be in her mid-forties was wading in the water, drinking something bright red from a tall glass. She had a soft limp, and she was being avoided and ignored by the others in the ring.

The hum of the forcefield shutting down startled Julian from his thoughts. He resolved to keep an eye out on her. Hopefully, he would meet her.

“Are you hungry?” Garak asked, sitting down with a tall glass of vibrant electric blue Kanar. He tapped the small pad that contained the menu, and passed it to Julian.

Julian turned as his stomach growled. He took the pad and shifted back.

“They serve Earth food here?” Julian asked, clicking through the vast menu.

“Yes, ever since it became clear what humans with proper training would be willing to do,” Garak said, looking over the menu as he slid close to the pet.

Julian ignored Garak's initial closeness. No point in causing a scene. He would scoot away after he had his food.

“Order whatever you like,” Garak said, stroking his fingers through the thick hair.

Julian twitched his head away. He winced when the fingers tightened in his hair. He held still. Bastard. Garak was a nasty piece of work. He gasped as his mind flashed and he remembered what Garak had said about Julian not being able to fathom the things he was capable of. He trembled a little. Had he meant keeping Julian as a slave, wanting to enslave him again?

“Do not try to escape,” Garak whispered against his ear.

A waiter appeared a moment later. He eyed Julian.

Julian leaned toward Garak, flashing the marks on the side of his neck.

“What can I get for you and your companion?” the waiter asked, not looking into Garak's eyes.

“What do you want, Julian?” Garak asked, releasing Julian after kissing the side of his chin.

Julian squirmed a little at the softness of the lips. Damn Garak for pinpointing pleasure places so quickly.

The waiter stared at Julian as he settled back.

“I will have Tojal with yamok sauce and ragova eggs,” Garak said, “and another Kanar. What would you like?”

Julian wiggled a little away from Garak.

“Bolognese and synthahal,” he said, looking at Garak.

Garak nodded approval. “We will both have the Idanian Spice Pudding for dessert.”

Julian scowled. He had seen that yiggerish cream pie was on the menu, and he had not had that in ages. But Garak knew best, didn't he?

Julian returned to observing the slaves and the rest of the room. He felt as if people were watching him. He often met eyes of others. Frequently, he received smirks or various other looks to make his skin almost crawl. None of the Cardassians he had ever met on Deep Space Nine made him feel like an object. Granted, on the Station he was the Chief Medical Officer and carried the rank of lieutenant. Here, he was viewed as a slave, and a sex slave at that. Thanks to Garak's toy.

Garak nudged the bowl of pasta covered in red meaty sauce toward Julian after the waiter placed their food on the table.

Julian pulled the bowl of noodles to him. His favorite. He took up his fork, sitting opposite Garak. He was still peeved with the Cardassian, and intended to stay that way. If Garak asked him why he was uptight, he would come up with a witty response about having something shoved up his arse.

Garak sighed. Julian was determined to pout. Well, he could have his pout. It would be better if the pet moved straight away to his side as he sat, but as long as he was not making a scene, this would be fine. Most pets were sent to eat in the ring with the others. Besides, the way he was sitting was more similar to how a pet might eat with his master in private. He could simply claim Julian was not often out in such public settings.

They ate quietly and were starting on their desserts when they were finally interrupted.

“Mr. Kamar, a pleasure to see you as always,” a voice smooth and darkly sinister said.

Garak looked up into the face of Danig Kell. The man was not looking at him. He was observing Julian as the golden skinned human licked spice pudding from his spoon. Did Julian have no idea of how sensual that display was. Carefully licking the pudding off in three measured licks.

“Legate,” he greeted.

“I could not help noticing what a handsome slave you've acquired,” Kell said, reaching out to take Julian's face and twist it toward the light for a better look.

Julian scooted away from the hand. He dropped his spoon, raising a hand and knocking the arm away. He slipped around the backside of the circular booth keeping his eyes on Kell. He scowled. He was not going to be man-handled by that person. Legate, or not, the Cardassian had no right to reach out and grab him.

Garak wrapped his arm around Julian, hauling him close. Julian draped an arm across Garak as his head was directed to rest on Garak's shoulder.

“He needs to learn manners,” Kell said, glaring at Julian but not making a move toward him. “I could train him for you.” He eyed Julian.

Garak tapped the object in his pocket as he set his napkin on the table.

Julian gasped sharply as he felt a brief vibration in his backside. He twisted and wiggled, emitting a soft moan. He almost writhed, pressing tighter to Garak. He hid his face in the firm shoulder. His hand reflexively squeezed a neck ridge. Nothing should feel so exquisite. His leg slid across Garak's lap as the vibrating stopped.

Damn Garak. What the hell was that for? Garak had to have some sort of device to control whatever was now inserted within him. Two could play at that game. Julian pressed closer. He was not going to be the only one who appeared wanton.

Legate Kell's breathing became a bit ragged as he watched.

Julian slid a hand softly along the covered neck ridge. He pressed his lips softly to the ear ridge closest to him. He turned his body to press to Garak's. He slid a leg across Garak's lap.

“He is quite shy of strangers,” Garak said, gently lifting Julian's face so Kell could see the beauty of this human.

Julian slanted his eyes so they were aimed toward Garak. He licked his lips and teased the ridge more firmly under his hand. Julian moaned, loudly. So Garak thought that he could manipulate him...well, he would make the whole restaurant think that Garak was being stroked to equal mindlessness. It was not proper behavior in public, but to hell with it.

Garak bit back his gasp. His pupils dilated and his eyes brightened. Who knew that Julian would catch on so quickly? He truly was amazing.

“But not shy in other more tangible ways,” Legate Kell said, drawing out his last 's' inadvertently into a hiss. What brazenness. And seeking to pleasure his master in public. A fine attribute in a beautiful slave. The human was well worth five hundred bars of latinum, the standard price of a human slave. Such a fine slave belonged on the arm, and at the command, of a more influential person than Kamar, a simple civilian.

Julian kept his eyes on Garak. He continued a lazy, one-fingered stroke of Garak's neck ridge, though Garak's only indication that he had been affected was a tightening of the arm wrapped around Julian.

“I am prepared to pay two-hundred and fifty bars of gold pressed latinum for him directly,” Kell said, eying the hand on Garak's neck greedily. The slave was easily worth more, but Kamar might not know the full value of the creature, once he was loyal.

Julian's eyes widened. That was a large amount of money. He was important to what Garak was planning, but Garak was capable of amending his plans. He could not risk being sold.

Garak shifted, tugging Julian closer as he felt the minute tensing. He closed his eyes momentarily at the burst of sensation as Julian stroked more firmly. His eyes narrowed.

“He's priceless,” Garak hissed at the warmth of Julian's tongue against his chin ridge. He gently lifted Julian back. Julian was almost too clever.

“Ten bars of gold pressed latinum for one night with the human,” Kell said, eying the kisses. To be the subject of such affection, Kamar had to be an excellent source of pleasure...but Kell was certain that he could easily pleasure the slave more.

“I will consider your offer,” Garak said, pulling Julian between his legs.

Julian lifted his head as the Legate departed, throwing glances back at them most of the way to the door.

“You wouldn't?” Julian asked, trembling a little. Garak surely would not do that. He had said earlier, and Julian had been honest about his feelings about such things.

“Diplomacy is often the best course of action.” Garak rubbed Julian's shoulder, leaning forward. He kissed the bridge of Julian's nose. “And under so little a temptation as ten bars of latinum.”

As soon as Kell was gone, Julian wiggled slightly away. Staying close to Garak was a good idea. He collected the bowl of pudding and finished it, sitting with his leg pressed to Garak's.

“Are you thirsty?” Garak asked, setting his own bowl aside.

Julian nodded, looking about the room as he felt eyes on him. Not that they had ever stopped staring. He shifted ruefully.

“Tarkaalean tea, double sweet?” Garak asked, touching Julian's back and trying to discreetly direct the human closer to him so he could whisper in his ear. Garak cupped Julian's hip and pulled him closer.

Julian nodded. His eyes were focused on the human woman walking across the main floor and attracting a lot of stares from the Cardassians with her soft limp. She encountered a Gul as she walked, and he moved aside for her. She was carrying a small tray of three drinks toward a table where a man in a legate's uniform with graying hair and two women in civilian clothes were seated.

She joined them, sitting down next to the legate. She placed each drink carefully before each member, starting with the legate and then the elder of the two women. She leaned against the man when she finished, and he tucked an arm around her.

“So she is here,” Garak remarked, following Julian's line of vision.

“Who is she?” Julian asked, lifting up for a better look.

“Tskara.” Garak nodded when she looked their direction.

“That is a Cardassian name,” Julian said, looking at her more curiously than ever. “Why did that Gul move aside for her?”

“You should ask her,” Garak said. “We will be going over to meet Legate Ghemor. She has been sneaking glances at you. I doubt she has often seen other humans.”

“Why does she have a Cardassian name?” Julian asked, watching her more closely. “Legate Ghemor?” That was Kira's friend, a good man to the end. It might be wise to befriend Ghemor's slave. It could not hurt anything.

“You know him?”

“Know of him,” Julian quickly said, tearing his eyes away from the three of them. The younger woman had to be his daughter, Iliana.

“Would you like to take your tea and wander through the gardens after introducing ourselves?”

Julian nodded. She would be an excellent person to know.

“She and the Legate will also be at the Dukat's party.” Garak said, snapping Julian's leash to his collar.

Garak walked them to the replicators.

Julian shifted, looking over at Tskara. She smiled at his walk. It was not funny. It was humiliating. Julian turned away, scowling. He looked over at her.

She had stood and was limping toward them. She clutched the rail as she walked up the steps. She nodded at him, blinking curiously as she approached the drink replicator and ordered in a soft voice. A bubbly dark brown drink appeared. She picked it up, tasting a sip.

“Pep!” she yelped, tripping on the steps. She fell down.

“Help her,” Garak shoved Julian forward.

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