Lost

Mixie had spoken little since two weeks ago when Dukat had burned the harness she’d been making. It was a stupid idea, she convinced herself, to make a harness to carry it. The only way she could really deal with it was to think it was a stupid idea in the beginning and, when she thought that, it made it easier to deal with it not being there anymore. Besides, despite her accepting her new life, she was plotting and didn’t want to make herself stop. She had to get off of this rock, it was going to end up killing her.

Dukat, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy it. Certain parts of her body were sore from his attention; she swore her breasts grew a whole cup size. Deep down she had to admit to herself that she liked it like that, but still, it’d be nice if her clothes still fit her.

Sighing Mixie picked up the object she’d been walking to, a tray filled with a variety of hardened meat, very much like the jerky her grandfather used to make. She picked up the tray and leaned against the wall a moment, closing her eyes. She’d had an ongoing headache for the last few days and had a suspicion of what it was from. Just a few days ago Dukat had come in in a particularly good mood and preceded to work her into a fury, something he had a knack for, then pin her against the wall and have his way with her. She didn’t complain when he ripped her clothing from her, exposing her tender back to the wall or when he zestfully shoved her skirt up to her hips and, he didn’t complain when she wrapped her legs around him and grinded her hips against him challengingly. After all of that, she didn’t complain when he thrust himself so hard into her that it shoved her back hard, thus hitting her head. Now, as she thought back to it, and thought of the headaches and dizzy spells…perhaps she should have complained.

Sighing she blinked a few times before standing on her own again and walking to the conference room where Dukat was meeting with the others. She paused just outside of the doorway, waiting for a good moment to come in and interrupt for their feeding. Dukat could charm anyone, she though begrudgingly, as she listened to him taking charge of the planning. Her ears perked up when she heard Dukat and him saying something about going outwards for a few days. They argued a bit, firstly about if it was necessary, then who should go, and finally, they settled on that Dukat should. He seemed reluctant, she thought, by his tones and him trying to reason with them about why he shouldn’t. Finally he seemed to accept the facts as they were and Mixie chose that time to enter.

Very discretely she glanced over the maps that they were going over on the table. It was nice to see they didn’t complicate things, she thought with an inward smirk. Across one part of the map was written, very clearly, ‘light zone’ and that part of it was blank. The rest of it wasn’t much help either. Everything was drawn in and lacked the detail of a printed map. Over towards the middle was where she assumed they were. She had no idea where the crash had occurred, but what was of particular interest was the mountain. A single mountain was clearly marked with steep, strong lines and a number, which she assumed was some kind of elevation measurement. While arranging the meat onto plates, she planted herself in such a position that she could look over the map that wasn’t but 5 feet away. She memorized landmarks, paths, and although she had no idea the distance, she had a good idea that she could find the mountain. That mountain, she thought with a secretive, renewed determination, would get her home. Quickly she finished as another woman came over to supply the drinks. Mixie gave a respective nod, as they all did, before bustling out. They were planning to leave in two days, she had much work to do.

With renewed energy, Mixie made her way to the bay that held their motor vehicles. She had to act casual, which did little for her patience. The bay, which she had done a small variety of chores in already, was simple. There was an entrance at one end which connected to the inside of the compound and another that led outside. The outside one was barred and locked, she knew that much, but the inside one, like many doorways, remained opened.
After ensuring that no one was around, Mixie slipped in and looked at the land vehicles. They were simply designed and fairly compact, yet there was enough room to haul whatever needed to be carried, like an emergency beacon. She looked over the area quickly and spotted one that they had just finished repairs on. It’d been broke for four days now, so what if it was still broke for a few more? She rushed to the four wheeler and looked over it. Although she didn’t know anything about this technology, she did know that certain things were essential to an engine, thanks to Jake Sisko on Deep Space 9, who had a great love for the blasted things. She looked around it until she found parts she could remove. Taking great care not to damage it, she removed some parts that she thought would be essential and was careful not to disturb it otherwise. Tucking the parts away, she made sure it looked just like the other four-wheelers and left the room quickly.

Dukat sighed as he slipped off his boots several hours after the meeting. Finally his day was done and he truthfully couldn’t be happier. Although these people were easy to charm, they weren’t after their confidence was instilled in you. This, Dukat thought, was a gift and all curse together. Just as he stretched his legs out in front of him, Mixie returned to the room carrying a pan of water and a towel. Dukat watched this scene with an amused curiosity. Whether she chose to admit it or not, servitude did suit her. Her hair was wrapped up conservatively in the shawl and, like all the other women in the compound, it circled her neck. The top was also very conservative and only a variation in color of the shawl. What made the shirt better, though, was her lack of undergarment. She had been complaining that it was his attention that was making her breast swell and tender. He didn’t complain for although he could not see them, the thought of her perky breasts, her lovely pink erect nipples and the smooth ivory colored skin swaying with each step was enough to drive him mad. And that, he thought with an uncomfortable shift of his hips, was just the upper portion of her lovely body. It was the lower portion where the real jewel rested, the gems above only made that more exquisite. She had flat out refused to walk around without those undergarments on her and Dukat, after some aggravation, agreed. He had discovered quickly though that she was just as enticing with them on than off. The lacy underwear provided an attractive break in her toned ivory skin and, although it did get in the way, he had discovered the first time he nuzzled her warm, moist warmth with them between himself and her on that they also created quite an effective tool at producing her soft cooes and that sudden arch of her spine that sent her breasts—

Dukat stood up a bit more suddenly than he had intended when he set down. His musings of her had led to something that, although quite welcome, he hadn’t been expecting. Leaning against the wall this time, he looked to her. “Mixie, I have something to tell you, please come here.” He was pleased when she obeyed and he held her arms, keeping her in front of him. “I will be leaving in a few days. It is only for two, three days at the most.” He told her and took a hand in both of his. “You’ll be safe, I have a few of the men that I trust well enough that’ll keep an eye on you. You needn’t worry.” He was again pleased when she gave a smile and nod, then said something about being worried when he wasn’t around. With an expression that hid his arousal quite well, he tilted her head up and planted a deep kiss upon her lips.

With a movement of his arm, Dukat sent everything on the table they had placed by the bed flying off and slid both hands from her shoulders and down her body until he could clasp the firm globes of her ass. He gave an indication of picking her up, which she wisely recognized and grabbed his shoulders for balance. Picking her up he sat her on the table, his mouth never leaving hers or being distracted from his now ravaging intent. Pushing her arms over her head, he removed her shirt quickly and tossed it to the side. He took the moment to pause and look at her. The shawl had come off, leaving her hair a slightly disheaved mess. With that a contributing factor, as well as the rosy flush on her cheeks and the way her breast raised up and down to him as she breathed, He couldn’t help but feel a twitch in his nether regions, his penis straining to be released. Unable to deny such an urge, Dukat quickly removed the uniform shell and got his pants undone, allowing his ridged penis to finally escape it’s compounds of which were far too small now.

He looked up in time to see the glimmer of excitement glow in her eyes as she eyed him. Smirking, he reached to her skirt and pulled it up until he could put his palms flat on her thighs. Watching her face the whole time, he moved them higher up, dragging the skirt with him as he did so, and stopped when his hands were on her hips. With a grin, he slid one hand down between her spread thighs and was satisfied when he felt a distinct moisture beginning to soak through her underwear. As if she read his next thought, he felt her shift her weight and let him pull the underwear from her narrow hips and, after getting it off her legs, that also joined the shirt somewhere in the room. Clasping his hands once again around her firm ass, he pulled her forward to the end of the table, forcing her to either slump forward, which he knew she hated, or to fall back and prop herself on her hand.

Mixie watched through half lidded eyes as Dukat pulled her forward on the table. The cold bit at her skin slightly, causing goose bumps to spread across her skin and her nipples to become erect, responding to the cold. Now though, as she watched Dukat, she felt her legs tremble in slight anticipation. A certain giddy chant had ran through her head when, just a moment ago, he had released his very ready penis from his trousers. She always shivered with excitement when he did that. He was so….large, and the ridges…she shivered where she sat and watched, a little wide eyed, as he knelt in front of her on the table. For a moment she honestly had no idea what he was doing, but when he kissed the inside of her knee, she knew and her reaction was immediate. She let out a soft moan, which earned a pause and smirk from him. “Impatient are we?” He asked sardonically and, instead of waiting for an answer, kissed a trail along the inside of her thigh. She watched as his head disappeared beneath her skirt and, using his hands, he pushed her spread legs over his shoulders. Her arms trembled in excitement as she felt his hot breath finally on her most sensitive part of her body. As soon as she was sure that the anticipation would kill her, she finally felt his tongue wet and moist yet agile, work it’s way between the pink and blossomed lips of her womanhood. She felt him as he circled her clitoris, causing the tight ball of nerves to send all the right signals to her brain and made moan above him and, her hips, despite her best efforts, bucking forward.

She let out a throaty, gasping moan as she felt his tongue explore up and down her lips soaking up the liquid that had already came out for him. She moaned much more loudly this time as she felt his tongue probe into her, slicing between the folds of tender flesh in long, luxurious strokes. It was bad enough as she felt the heat building up inside of her, her muscles tightening and relaxing, but as he explored her with his tongue, she felt one rough finger join it. The feeling made her back suddenly arch, her head thrown back in pleasure and gasps of air filling the small room in between whimpers and moans of pleasure. Soon she felt another rough finger join that one and saw Dukat emerge from beneath her skirt, licking his lips with a smug expression on his face. At the moment she didn’t care, all that mattered was that a third finger went in and was relentlessly pumping in and out of her, causing her hips to helplessly rock upwards. Unable to help herself, she tilted forward and too hold of his arm and, with that as an anchor, shifted her hips closer to the edge and grinded herself down upon his hand. A growl, encased by a moan, escaped between her lips, her head back and eyes closed as she rocked her hips over him, the climax within her approaching much like one of the old earth locomotives.

It was at that moment that Dukat decided that that was enough. He used his other hand to push her back and far enough on the table that she wouldn’t fall. Mixie stared at him wide eyed, her breasts rising and falling quickly as she tried to regain some composure. Her whole body trembled and her cheeks were flushed as she stared at him, an expression a mix between anguish and disbelief. Dukat smirked and twirled her underwear, which he had snagged from the floor by her feet, then promptly let it drop and walked to the bed. Immediately she hopped down, her fingers twitching slightly and watching as Dukat made himself quite comfortable on his back on the bed. His arousal, now able to stand quite well on it’s own, was clearly on display and Mixie wasted no time in taking advantage of what she wouldn’t be denied. Clambering on top of him, she straddled his waist and looked downward. Carefully she grasped him and, trembling slightly, she lowered her self onto him until he completely impaled her body. Dukat let out a soft breath, his leg twitching slightly as he reached up and grasped her hips. She needed little aid in moving, though, because soon as she mounted him, her body began a rocking motion that had him penetrating her over and over again. He watched, awestruck, as her head was thrown back, her breasts freely bouncing before his eyes and her hands spread across his chest. Closing his eyes he moaned slightly, his fingers digging into her hips that, later, he was sure would leave bruises. He thrust his hips upward in rhythm with her, her breathy moans and the pin needle pricks of her nails in his chest driving him closer and closer to the breaking point.

She could hardly breathe as her lungs tried to compensate for the over exertion she was putting her body through. Right now, though, oxygen hardly seemed like what she needed. The only thought that stood out in her otherwise paralyzed mind was a simple, powerful word: more. She moved on him wildly, the feeling of his ribbed member exciting her beyond rational thought and to something so much more wild than she normally was. She let out a long moan as the volcano within her began to bubble dangerously. Goosebumps spread over her skin as her fingers, very much of their own accord, bared down on his chest. Her twisted and convulsed over him while the walls of her womb tightened around his erection. Unable to help herself, she threw her head back and screamed, it sounding very much like and interesting mix of the howl of an animal and one in the grips of ecstasy. The feeling of him burst within her, his own howls joining hers, only prolonged it as she felt her insides and inner thighs bathed in his milky white juices. The moment, which seemed over all too quickly, left her whole body tingling, her small frame slick with her own sweat and trembling by the aftershocks, but also by the sudden awareness that it seemed quite cold. Feeling thoroughly exhausted, she slumped forward slightly and moved her hands from his chest. Both of them shared a lopsided, if not breathless, grin while he reached up and brushed some of her blonde hair behind her ear.

“You were beautiful,” He murmured and gently stroked her face before letting his hand trail lazily down between her breasts.

“You teased,” She replied, her voice, much like her expression, seeming almost drugged with an orgasmic induced relaxation

“You liked it.” He replied with a smirk, which spread into a grin after she grinned at him, her eyes glittering merrily. Mixie looked down and couldn’t help bit give a little laugh as she grazed her fingers across his chest. “Ah, and you walk away marked.” She murmured with a lazy grin, which made him chuckle quietly.

Carefully and with a few grunts from them both, he moved her around until he could lay comfortably, partly on her and partly on the bed. “I can think of no other battle I’d rather be marked from.” He murmured and placed gentle kisses across her chest then, finally, on her lips. She felt one of his hands sink low beneath them under the covers and nestle it’s self between her legs again. Mixie gave a soft moan of approval and half hearted, tired rock of her hips as he gently probed into her. When he brought his hand back, two of his fingers were slick with the evidence of their activities. “We made a mess of ourselves,” He murmured and sucked in air slightly quickly as she moved her head to greedily suck away the said evidence, using her tongue and moist mouth to stir arousal in him once again and, also, feel it begin to tickle deep within her own stomach. With a smile, she released his fingers with a pop and nestled herself into the bed. Mixie watched with half lidded, drowsy eyes as Dukat got to his feet and quickly stripped down before rejoining her in the small bed.

“I’m going to miss this when we go off for those few days,” he murmured to her, pulling her close and resting her head beneath his chin. “We’ll have to get in as much of this as possible before then.” He murmured tiredly before resting his head to doze off.

Mixie, on the other hand, stared off into nothingness. Her first initial reaction had been a forceful no when her plan flashed before her mind’s eye at his words. She didn’t want to leave him, she wanted to stay there in his arms forever and be driven to that state of mind all the time. Inwardly the argument began to rage, one side wanted to leave, be rescued, and convince the rest of her that the man how holding her so carefully was a monster while the other was content to not care.