A Counseling Session

Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek: DS9 and all its characters established on the series. I’m making no attempt to take control of any of them – except for Ezri, of course, but that’s entirely another story! (This one, actually.)
Rating is R+ for non-consensual sex.

A Counseling Session
By: Phantom 69781
Prologue:

Ezri Dax opened her eyes, consciousness returning slowly to her overtaxed body. She knew where she was; on the daybed in her office, the one used by her patients in counseling sessions. Her nude body glistened in the bright light from the sheen of perspiration that covered her. She could not have been unconscious for more than a minute or two, her body pressed beyond its limits.

She pushed herself up on her elbows, feeling the pleasurable sensations in her firm, overused breasts even at this small movement. Other parts of her body, as she raised her bare legs from where they hung off the sides of the daybed, testified more intently to her exertions as she brought her thighs together with a groan, an exclamation not of discomfort but the lingering ‘memory’ of the intense sensations she’d been forced to endure.

She could not believe this afternoon had actually happened; despite her trembling body’s insistence on its reality.

Looking about, she saw her small white blouse lying on the floor near the head of the brown daybed; found her blue miniskirt also on the floor, this one beyond the chair she normally sat upon. Casting her eyes more urgently about the small room, she found her white panties thrown into the far corner.

Trying to think of what to do, unable to deny, even in the shame the memory of the last hour evoked, how intense the pleasure, the sensations, had been; she started to push herself upright when Thomas Wilen came from behind her, equally nude, sitting beside her on the edge of the daybed. Her arms behind her holding her at least partially sitting up, she could not prevent his warm hands from covering, from caressing, her breasts, his palms stroking her still erect nipples, making her gasp at the renewed sensations that flared through her body.

“Tom!” She tried to speak but all she could do was gasp as the sensations assailed her body with merciless pleasure. “You have to stop!”

He continued caressing her sensitive breasts, stroking along the lines of spots that flowed down either side of her body, along the outer sides of her firm breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples as she groaned. “No! It’s wrong!” She tried to hold herself up on her trembling arms as his hot lips came down on hers, kissing her passionately. “No, Tom! Please!” She moaned unintelligibly into his mouth, her breaths punctuated with cries of her body’s pleasure even as she tried to beg into his lips as they kissed.

She opened her mouth to his, unable to fight the sensations even as she tried to protest, her words unintelligible against his lips, seasoned with moans of increasing lust that she could not fight. Her body remembered the pleasure he’d forced upon it, and demanded more!

Her hands came up to close on his arms but she could not find the strength to push him away. Her body did not let her fight him as the sensations of his hands on her firm, sensitive breasts did terrible and wondrous things to her body!

She wanted to speak, but her tongue stroked his as it invaded her mouth, her cries of passion the only sounds she could make against his hot lips, the sensations filling her with a lust she desperately wanted to fight, yet could not. Unable to stay partially seated up, she gradually fell back under the pressure of his lips until she was trapped on her back under his merciless assault of pleasure!

As he continued kissing her, their tongues petting sensuously and her cries of mounting passion her only breaths, his right hand slid off her breast, down her stomach, over the small swell of her pelvis toward her mons. His hot hand cupped her feminine mound, lightly petting her.

She wanted to keep her legs pressed together, but the memory of the incredible sensations that had assailed her coupled with those of this hot moment, and need overwhelmed her restraint.

With a hot sigh, moaning into his mouth a plea to her deity, she let her legs slip apart, opening herself to his hand, and his fingers quickly found the soft hot wetness of her labia.

Once more she tried to protest into his invading mouth but his hand, moist with her feminine creams, teased and petted her hot lips and stoked very slowly upward along her labia, running a long, slow, sensuous stroke along her clitoris and her legs opened widely to him as she arched her hips upward for more! Crying loudly into his mouth, Ezri knew she was undone.

Chapter One
Assignment

Captain Benjamin Sisko looked up from a report on his desk as he became aware of movement through the large, mostly transparent aluminum doors that overlooked Ops. He pushed a button on his desk, making the doors slide apart to admit his visitor.

“You wanted to see me, Benjamin?” He smiled. The lovely young woman was the only one who ever addressed him, on or off duty, by his Christian name. More accurately, she was the third of three ‘generations’ of the one who did.

“Yes, ‘old man’. I’ve an assignment for you.”

He continually called the petite young woman ‘old man’, as he had her predecessor host. When he’d first ‘met’ the Dax symbiont of the Trills, he was ‘hosted’ by a most distinctive individual named Curzon. When the man, who had not been young when Ben had been a new Cadet at Starfleet Academy, had died about seven years ago, the three century old symbiont had moved on to inhabit the body of a young scientist named Jadzia, and he had continued the on-going friendship, even to the continued use of the nickname.

When Jadzia had died some months ago, murdered by the insane Gul Dukat, Ezri Teegan, a psychologist, had become the symbiont’s ninth host.

He was still just getting to know the new young woman, who brought a lot of her own unique personality into the Dax ‘matrix’, and thus far it was a very pleasant experience indeed.

“What can I do for you?” The petite brunette, barely twenty five but with a truly old ‘soul’, asked. At his signal, she took a seat in the chair opposite him.

“Do you know a Crewman Thomas Wilen?”

“Sure. He’s in the…” She thought for a moment. “Armory, isn’t it?”

“Yes. He was assigned here five months ago, and has been working both here and occasionally on runs aboard the Defiant. Ever talk with him?”

“Occasionally. He’s on Gamma Shift, so he’s usually going off around the time I’m coming on. We’ll run into one another in Quarks sometimes, but it’s more like ‘how was dinner?’, ‘fine, enjoy your breakfast’ kind of thing. He’s young, twenty three if I recall. Not long out of the Academy.”

“This war has pushed too many young men too far into the front lines; far too soon.” Sisko said, regretfully. Young men his age should be exploring nebulas and stellar nurseries, not shooting at an enemy. “The Defiant come back from an escort duty five days ago, when they ran into a squadron of Jem’hadar fighters. They destroyed five, one got away. But since the Defiant came back, Wilen has not been the same.”

“In what way?”

“He’s been reported to have cut himself off from his closest friends. He used to be fairly sociable, now he talks to no one. He’s reported to be extremely tense, and apparently has not been sleeping well.

“This morning at Quark’s one of his friends suggested he talk with you. His reply was not unduly loud, but was pitched so everyone in the room could clearly hear it and I quote: ‘She’s a Lieutenant and has her hands full with the Captain and the people running this damned war. She’s not about to find time for a little non-com from Armory.’”

Ezri nodded. “A call for help if I ever heard one.”

“Yes. I’d like you to talk to him this morning.”

“Of course. I’ll get right on it.”

“Thank you. I’ve a sub-space conference with Admiral Ross on the Jem’hadar in about two hours that I want you to sit in on. That should give you about an hour with Wilen, then –.”

“No, Benjamin.” Ezri cut him off. He looked at her, vastly surprised.

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t work like that. This is not a clinic where I have forty five minutes with a patient and ten to summarize notes before the next person comes in. I can delay the session until after the conference with the Admiral if you feel I’m needed; but once I begin I’ll let you know when I’m available.”

Benjamin Sisko looked across the desk at the petit young woman, recalling a day when the timid girl had burst into tears because she had been unable to deal with the chaos her life had become after her Joining, and the acquisition of eight lives of memories. A slow smile spread across his lips. “Of course; you’re right. Mr. Wilen is your first concern.” She stood up.

“I’ll see him right away, then.”

“Good luck.” As she started for the door, he picked up the report he had been reading. “Keep me informed, ‘old man’.”

“Benjamin?” When he looked up, she was facing him from the door. She put one hand on a curvy hip, cocking it sexily. “With all due respect, you really need to see Julian about some glasses!”

She turned around, but looked over her shoulder with a smirk, wiggling her pert tush at him before letting herself out to the Command Center.

This time Sisko’s smile was distinctly sharper.
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At the base of the stairs, Ezri forced the incipient grin down, focusing on the task at hand. She knew she could do one of several things. She could contact him by intercom, in which case the computer would automatically route the call to the nearest panel based on the location of his communicator, always worn on his uniform. Conversely, she could use that communicator to contact him directly.

Both these methods were always unappealing to her. Counseling sessions were private and some people had very intense feelings about just how private they were. Both these methods had the downside of attracting the attention of an unknowable number of bystanders, none of whose business this was.

Ezri’s preferred method; in fact the only method she cared for, was a more direct approach. “Computer, locate Crewman Thomas Wilen.”

“Thomas Wilen is on the promenade, section 23-Alpha.” They synthesized computer voice informed her. Perfect. She could ‘encounter’ him there and invite him to join her without anyone else being aware.

Some patients considered the first experience with a Counselor to be quite stressful. Whenever she did not know the feelings of a patient, she always preferred to be as accommodating as possible. It made the entire process, regardless of how long it eventually took, as painless as it could be.