Title: Halloween Delight

Author: Semkirk ( semkirk @ yahoo . com )

Series: DS9

Code: K/Ez

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 4/?

Disclaimer: The characters of Kira Nerys, Ezri Dax, Julian Bashir, Quark, and the Star Trek universe are owned by Paramount.  This story is written for simple enjoyment.  No intent to profit from the use of these characters exists in the mind of the author.  The characters of Kai Tevlan Dave, Lt. Cmdr. Ser'mänder, Cmdr. Cavanaugh, Mykonos, Gylos, and Nurse Davies (See earlier parts of this series) belong to me.  Copyright on this story – belongs to me, semkirk.  All rights reserved. 

 

Warning: Story contains consensual BDSM and sexual relations between two women.  If you don’t like this stuff (yeah, right!!  ;-) ), turn back now!

 

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Summary: It's Halloween and, inspired by the retelling of the Halloween holiday by Chief O'Brian, Ezri creates a new holo-crystal where she is an Orion slave girl seeking to impress successful merchant Kira Nerys, into buying her.  Nerys, before concluding the purchase, gets the slaver to agree to a 'one night test'.  Oh, yeah!

 

<------>

 

Halloween Delight

 

(Tales of Nerys and Ezri 4)

 

<---->

 

The present -

 

Kneeling back, the slave peered up at her future -possible - owner though the wet ringlets of her jet black hair.  “So, mistress, do I please you?  Am I worthy to be yours?” purred the Orion slave girl, every line of her polished emerald skin a subtle taunt - and promise - of unending delights for her true master.

 

Master merchant Kira Nerys stared at the vision kneeling before her.  Stunned and speechless by what she had just experienced, Nerys continued to stare, unable to answer.

 

<---->

 

Three weeks earlier -

 

Main conference room DS9

 

Ezri at table and drank her coffee as she reviewed 2 PADDs – one with the weekly department head report; the second the monthly station/quadrant status report.

 

Ezri yawned as she finished her review of her notes for the staff meeting.  Goddess, how I hate these monthly staff meetings.  Not only do we deal with the day-to-day drek of the weekly meetings but once a month we get all that plus the latest from the Alliance on all the events of the Alpha quadrant - whether or not it has any bearing on what we do here at DS9!

 

Just then the hatch opens and Miles O’Brian, DS9's chief engineer, entered, his attention focused on his communicator and his conversation with his wife, Dr. Keiko O’Brian, about an anti-gravity unit for little Molly’s costume for the Halloween party at the end of the month.

 

"Good morning, chief.  What is Halloween and why does little Molly O’Brian need an anti-grav unit?"

 

Miles flushed.

 

"Oh, hello there lieutenant.  Uh, Halloween ..."

 

A wicked grin spread across Ezri's face.  It wasn't often the she got the drop on the irrepressible chief engineer and she wasn't about to pass a chance to needle him.

 

"Come on, Chief.  What's going on here?  Does the Colonel know of your use of Starfleet equipment for personal use??"

 

Amazingly, O’Brian flushed even more.

 

"It's an old Earth holiday, lieutenant.  From the old United Kingdom region of Europe.  It was a celebration of the Samhain holiday, when the doors between Earth and the Underworld were opened and the sprits of the dead and the elves, the Tuatha De Danaan, would walk among mortal folk. The dead and the elves were known to visit people in their homes, and if treated with courtesy, give blessings to the person or the home.  If scorned, they would play tricks, often malicious, on the mortal in question.  To appease them, people would keep small tokens and other gifts at the door to give to the dead or other 'visitors.'  Over time, it changed into a general holiday during which children wear costumes and go through their neighborhoods to collect candy and treats.  Well, Molly decided that she had to be a Mercutian PseudoMoth, and she that she has to actually float and move herself with her wings, and Keiko told her to talk to me ..."

 

Ezri grinned.  "And so Molly came to her dear old dad and pouted and asked ..."

 

Miles smiled sheepishly.  "What can I say?  Sometimes I can't say no."

 

Ezri's insides melted.  "How, sweet Miles! You're really a marshmallow!   Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

 

Miles harrumphed and moved towards his chair as Ezri continued to grin at him.

 

The hatch swished open and Nerys enters the conference room, followed by Bashir, deep in a conversation with Cmdr. Cavanaugh, DS9’s Executive Officer.  Just behind them were the rest of DS9's senior officers.

 

Nerys sat down at the head of the table and activated her PADD.  "Good morning, everyone.  Time for our monthly round  of fun."  She grimaced.  "Let's get this over with."  A round of chuckles swept the room.  And with that the meeting started.

 

After she presented her divisional report, Ezri put herself on auto-pilot, and zoned out while leaving a small portion of her mind on alert for anything that might effect her department and watched her lover direct the meeting.  She admired Nerys' ability to keep the meeting moving forward, getting to the meat of each section's status report; resolving problems when possible; setting out plans of attack to work on more long term solutions. 

 

Just look at her, isn't she beautiful?? It took all Ezri's energy not to hug and crow. And she's mine!  But she looks so tired.  The political situation on Bajor, the reconstruction efforts on Cardassia, it was all taking its toll on Nerys.  And given DS9's vital role, there was no opportunity for Nerys to relax.  If I can't get Nerys away from the station for a vacation, maybe I can use this Halloween holiday and Quark's holosuite to bring a vacation to Nerys.  A slow grin spread across Ezri's face.  Oh, yes, that just may be what the doctor ordered.

 

<---->

 

"Quark!  Be reasonable.  Three bars!  Twelve bars of latinum for one night's use is insane!"

 

"Councilor, I'm a poor businessman trying to keep my business afloat ..."

 

Ezri snorted.

 

"Spare me, Quark.  If you're a 'poor businessman' then I'm Chief of Starfleet Operations!  You and I both know that you are making good money off the bar and your other 'business interests.'"  Ezri leaned forward and lowered her voice. "Besides, you owe me for covering you the last time your mother and the Nagis visited the station.  Or should I send your mother a message explaining the real reason why you couldn't be there???"

 

Quark's face paled.  "No-no!!  You win, Councilor.  The whole evening, three days from now, the holosuite is yours."

 

"For three bars of latinum?" Ezri pressed.

 

Quark grimaced.  "If this gets back to Ferengi Prime.  My reputation will be ruined.  Very well.  Three bars of latinum, and your word that no one will know how  badly you gouged me!"

 

Ezri smirked.  "Trust me, Quark.  If anyone asks, I'll bitch about how badly YOU gouged ME!"

 

Quark snorted as he entered Ezri's reservation into his computer console.  "Get out of here, lieutenant and let me lick my wounds in peace."

 

Ezri laughed as she slid off the bar stool and headed out of the bar.

 

 

<---->

 

"Nerys?"

 

"Hmmm??"

 

"What are you doing the day after tomorrow??"

 

"Hmm??"

 

"Nerys!!! Stop reading that bloody report and pay attention to me!  Unless you want me to believe Commander Ser'mänder's report on the hydroponics systems in the station gardens is that riveting!"

 

Nerys chuckled and rubbed her aching eyes.  "No, I have to agree.  The worthy commander is a fine officer, but no one, and I mean no one, could make hydroponics interesting!  I'm sorry, Ezri,  but as boring as it is, I do need to read it and I'm behind on my reports as it is!  What were you saying?"

 

"I was asking if you were free the day after tomorrow."

 

Nerys shrugged.  "As far as I know.  Let me check.  Computer!"

 

"Working."

 

"Scan schedule for any appointments, in the evening, for the next three days."

 

"Working.  You have no meetings or other events scheduled for the next three days after 18:00 hours, station time."

 

Nerys tiled her head towards Ezri and crooked an eyebrow.  "Well?  Does that answer your question??"

 

"Yes!"

 

"Okay, then.  Do you want to tell me what is so special about the day after tomorrow?"

 

"Well, I was talking with Chief O'Brian before the last full staff meeting and he mentioned to me an old Earth holiday called Halloween that is traditionally celebrated at the end of this month."

 

"And it involves what .....?"

 

"Kids get dressed up in costumes and go around their neighborhood to collect candies and/or small trinkets from their neighbors.  Adults usually just have a costume party of some kind ..."

 

Nerys groaned.  "Ezri, please don't tell me that you've committed us to attend some kind of formal costume party!?  I hate those kind of things!"

 

"How could I do that?" snapped Ezri, momentarily irritated by Nerys' attitude.  " We're still keeping our relationship a discreet secret, remember?  Who would presume that I could make social commitments for the two of us?  Officially, there is no 'two of us'.  Though if you still think anyone beyond the over-night transients don't have a clue about us, you need medical attention!"

 

Nerys blushed, abashed by the truth of Ezri's words.  "I'm sorry, love.  I ... I just want to savor this thing of ours a little longer, without the rest of the universe actively knowing about us."

 

"You mean besides Julian, and Kai Tevlan, and Keiko O'Brian?"

 

Nerys squeaked.  "Keiko?  She knows?  How did she find out?  What about Miles?  Does he know?"

 

Ezri giggled, her irritation forgotten.  "I don't know if Miles knows but Keiko figured out how I felt about you long before we got together, even before I admitted it to Julian.  And it only took one look at my face after our first night for her to know the truth.  Actually, if  you really want to worry, Molly figured it out before Keiko!"

 

Nerys sighed.  "Damm.  Ok, ok, I'm sorry I overreacted.  What are you planning for this 'Halloween' holiday?"

 

"Well, I know how swamped you have been at the station and just how tired you are.  And the current situation on Bajor isn't going to let you leave the station, so I got Quark's holosuite for the evening, just for the two of us.  A 'mini-vacation' as it were."

 

Nerys was dumbstruck.  "Quark's holosuite!  For an entire night!?!  Ezri, what were you thinking?  How much latinum did that cost you??"

 

Ezri grinned smugly.  "Three bars."

 

"Wha?!?  Impossible, Quark would never give up his holosuite for a night for only 3 bars!"

 

"He would when the alternative was too ugly to risk!" retorted Ezri.

 

"I don't think I want to know what you did to get Quark to agree to three bars.  Just promise me that whatever it was, it wasn't illegal."

 

"Totally legitimate!" assured Ezri with an airy wave of a hand.  "Not one Bajoran or Federation law was broken or even bent!  Not even a Ferengi one!"

 

"That's reassuring!" retorted Nerys dryly.

 

"Please!!  I'm an Starfleet officer, I'm sworn to uphold the laws of the Federation and its allies!"

 

Nerys was singularly unimpressed.  "Uh-huh.  So what is your plan?"

 

"We have the suite from 19:00 hours, so after your last meeting, why don't you come back here and change -- I'll leave your costume here for you -- and I'll meet you at in the holosuite."

 

"Cos-costume??  Ezriiii ...???"

 

"Oh, trust me, Nerys!  You'll like your costume.  I promise you.  It won't be anything you would be embarrassed to be seen in.  Even Garak wouldn't react"

 

Nerys closed her eyes and grimaced.  She imagined all the possible outfits that Ezri could have picked for her that still would still meet Ezri's "not be embarrassed to be seen in" standard.  Then she sighed and emitted a rueful chuckle, she loved the young Trill and would wear whatever Ezri picked, and the minx knew it!

 

"Ok, Ezri," Nerys sighed.  "You win.  I'll wear the costume."

 

"Yes!" squealed Ezri, jumping forward to hug the paperbound Bajoran.

 

<---->

 

All Hallows' Eve

 

"Well, that's everything gentlemen.  Thank you for your time.  Please have your reports on my desk by 08:00 Monday.  Enjoy the weekend."

 

"Yes, Colonel."

 

"Good night, Colonel.  Have a good weekend."

 

"Colonel."

 

As the hatch closed behind the last body, Nerys slumped forward, until she rests her head on her desk, exhausted.  Prophets!  What a week!  A religious delegation from Bajor; then a Klingon trade delegation of all things!; And then the problem with the hydroponics!  That's the last time I skip reading Ser'mänder's reports, no matter how boring!

 

"Breep."

 

*Groan!*

 

"Computer, what is it?"

 

"You asked to be reminded of your meeting with Lt. Dax for this evening."

 

*Groan*  Damm, I'd forgotten about Ezri's 'Halloween' plans.  I wish I could cancel on this but she has her heart set on it.  Plus, *chuckle*, using Quark's holosuite for a whole night for only three latinum bars is too good to pass up.

 

With a weary chuckle, Nerys rose to her feet and left her office, a slight spring appearing in her step as images of the beautiful Trill filled her mind.

 

<---->

 

I feel ridiculous!!!  Dammit, Ezri, what were you thinking?!?  Me dressed up as an independent trader of the last century!?!?!  I must look like a fool!  *Chuckle*  What am I saying?!  I'm doing this because Ezri wants it. I am a fool!  

 

Nerys shook her head ruefully, sighed and tapped the annunciator control to the holosuite.

 

"Enter!"

 

Nerys stepped into the holosuite and felt her jaw drop as the the hatch disappeared and the holo program took over.

 

Amazing!  whoever designed this program did an amazing job.  Did Ezri do this ...?

 

"Welcome milord!  Thank you for gracing my humble establishment!"

 

Nerys spun around, shocked to discover that someone, even a hologram, had been able sneak up on her.

 

"W-who are you?"

 

"Why, my name is Mykonos, gracious sire.  The proprietor of this establishment."

 

Where is Ezri??  Her note said to go ahead and enter the suite and she would meet me here!  And that I'll know its okay by the code word 'celestial'.  Nerys suppressed a spike of panic.  Relax, Nerys!  Its just a holo program.  Ezri's said this was meant to be a vacation of sorts.  Trust her and go with the flow.  Ezri will show up soon enough.

 

"And what kind of of 'establishment' is this?"

 

"Why the best supplier of servants in 5 star systems."

 

"A slaver."  Flat.  Harsh.

 

"Now, gracious sire, that's unfair!  I merely provide a supply of a good that fulfills a demand.  I maintain my merchandise in the best of conditions.  Healthy bodies are best, you know!  In fact, you look like someone who would appreciate some of the finer things in life, a successful merchant prince such as yourself."

 

"I don't think so." demurred Nerys.

 

"Oh, but gracious sire, I have some merchandise that is just 'celestial'!"

 

Nerys stiffened.  That's Ezri's code word.  It must mean that this slave shop is part of the 'vacation'.  I know we've played some games, but this is new.   *Smirk*  The heavens only know what Ezri is planning, but I'll play along.

 

"Very well." sniffed Nerys, settling into the role of a prosperous star trader, "I suppose a quick look at your 'roster' wouldn't be a total waste of time.'

 

"Definitely not, kind sire.  Please, sit, sit!  Let me get you some refreshments.  Gylos!  Gylos, you blasted boy, bring something cool for the good master trader!"

 

"Coming, uncle!"

 

Bemused, Nerys let herself be led to the low divan and accepted a glass of cold uliak from slaver's nephew.

 

Should I be more worried that I'm not surprised Ezri's that  idea of a vacation includes a visit to a slaveshop?

 

Moments after the uliak, the slaver Mykonos returned to the room.

 

"Sire, as I said, I have the honor of being the best supplier of servants in 5 star systems, and I am sure once you have had an opportunity to see the merchandise, you will agree.  In fact, I know that a trader of such refined tastes as yourself will be quite pleased with the quality and will be eager to retain the services of one of my servants for your ... personal ... use."

 

Nerys waved her hand lazily, feigning a look of boredom, as if there was nothing in Mykonos' stock that she had not seen elsewhere -- and of better quality.  "Yes, yes.  I would be willing to agree to your reputation if I am convinced that your catalog proves your claims."

 

"And it will kind sire!"  Mykonos clapped his hands peremptorily and subtle music began to play from hidden speakers as all the room lights dimmed except for a set of spotlights centered on a small dais. 

 

******

 

Nerys yawned theatrically.  Mykonos had shown her over a dozen servants.   Call them what they are, slaves, thought Nerys cynically.  She had found one reason or another, some more spurious than others, to reject each one.

 

"Really, Mykonos.  I've seen nothing so far to support your claim to be the finest in five star systems.  In fact, you've wasted far too much of my time and I must be going."  As she spoke, Nerys leaned forward and rested her hands on her knees in preparation to get up and leave the slaver's boutique.

 

"No, no kind sire!  Please!  Wait a moment!" urged Mykonos feverishly.  "I should have realized just how refined your tastes are.  Please bide a moment and let me show you the gem of my collection."

 

Nerys settled back, her body language shouting her apparent reluctance and distaste of wasting any additional time in the slaver's presence.  Now I'm sure that Ezri will show up.  That's got to be the way this program runs. Nerys thought smugly.

 

As Nerys settled back on the couch, confident she knew what was coming, all the lights except those focused on the dais, went out.  As her eyes adjusted, a wild and passionate song poured from the store's hidden speakers.  It evoked images of hot nights and fiery desires.  As her pulse began to race in time with the music, Nerys discovered that its rhythm had transferred itself to her body, centering on the sweet junction of her thighs.

 

At that moment the lights on the dais flashed and the Orion slave girl - Ezri! - appeared.

She danced as if the music had possessed her body.  Each twist of an arm a siren's beckoning, each kick a passionate taunt to the audience, to Nerys.  As her gaze was trapped by the vision on the dais, Nerys realized that the slave girl was pulling out all the stops, flooding the air with her pheromones.  Mykonos must be a eunuch or a species whose sexual passions are locked in some fashion to resist the pull, because I can't believe she hasn't done this before. Nerys had finally lost herself in the holoprogram, truly believing that Ezri was an Orion slave girl auditioning for a potential buyer. 

 

Nerys had always wondered about the stories surrounding Orion slave girls.  She had only half-believed the stories, unwilling to totally accept that a species could have such an effect - even on Vulcans! - as had been ascribed to the Orions.  Until today.  Until now.  Nerys had thought that the effect of the pheromones would cause a dulling of the senses, of any higher brain functions, of any thing but the desire to take and mate with the beautiful emerald vision before her.  The reality was so much more.  She found her senses become hyper sensitive - her skin so much so that her costume of fine linens and silks was beginning to chaff; her vision became preternaturally sharp, locked onto the dancer.  Nerys also realized that the pheromones had destroyed her inhibitions.  The girl was hers!  If Mykonos or that nephew or any other being got between Nerys and her prey - they would not live long enough to regret it!!

 

Suddenly, just as Nerys was ready to leap up and capture the slave girl for her own uses, the music reached a final, passionate crescendo and ceased.  Nerys jumped to her feet, her body covered in sweat, panting, her pussy sopping wet and on the edge of an orgasm.  The slave girl was also sweat covered, kneeling on the dais facing Nerys, her forehead pressed against the fine wood of the dais and her arms stretched out before her, palms up, towards Nerys, as if in supplication.

 

The lights came up and the slave stayed frozen on the dais.

 

"Well, my kind sire!  Was that not the most wonderful display of skill and beauty in five, no a dozen star systems?!?"

 

Nerys nodded her head with a jerk. "Y-yes.  That was n-not too poor a performance, Mykonos." responded the extremely flustered Nerys, has she began to awake from the music and pheromone induced haze.  How did Ezri do that??  There's no way that Quark's holo suite could accurately mimic the directed pheromones of an Orion slave girl!  Not even the Federation's technology is that good!  Nerys frantically tried to collect her thoughts and slow her heartbeat.

 

"Not too poor!!!" cried an outraged Mykonos "Sire, that girl is one of the best seen in her generation!  You will find no one better than her short of the Great Market on Orion itself!!!"

 

Nerys shrugged, attempting to look cool and indifferent about the slave girl.  A pose that fooled no one in the room.  By the prophets, I am soo wet!  I may not be an Orion, but right now even someone with a bad cold would know how aroused I am!

 

"Well, she was ... good.  How much?"

 

"For such a fine specimen?  So well trained in the arts of -- personal -- service?  I could not part with her for less than 40 bars of latinum."

 

"Hah!  Fourty bars!  Mykonos, you must be drunk!  Forty bars is the asking price of an accomplished Orion hetaera-class slave.  This one's a courtesan-class, at best!  I'll admit she is gifted and has great potential.  But potential is not actuality!!  20 bars!"  And with the opening salvos exchanged, the two got down to the serious bargaining!

 

<---->

“Thirty-eight.”

 

“Twenty-five.”

 

“Thirty-six!  Sire!  You saw what this girl can do!  Can you not imagine what …. services …. she will be able to provide you in the privacy of your chambers!”

 

“After I train her out of any bad habits she’s picked up!” retorted Nerys.  “Twenty-eight.”

 

Mykonos howled in outrage as he gave every indication that he was about to die from apoplexy. "Thirty!  The good master trader is the one under the influence!  She has no bad habits!  I have taken this slave girl and personally attended to her training.  I have picked only the best instructors!  I have done everything to maximize her development!  You call her young and inexperienced!  I tell you that she can hold her own against the best hetaera-class Orion slave girl that you can find!"

 

Nerys simply shrugged.  "If you think so highly of the girl, then let's make a deal."

 

Mykonos lost all his bluster.  "What do you propose, sire?" Mykonos listened intently.  He knew that the bargaining was drawing to a close; this was the trader's real offer.

 

"Wellll….," drawled Nerys, "If she is as good as you say, with the training she has and all that 'untapped' potential, then here is what I'll do.  I will deposit in an escrow account the amount of 32 bars of latinum.  You give one night with the girl, and if she is as good as you claim - then the bars are yours."

 

"And if - by some impossible chance - she was not satisfactory?" Mykonos pressed.

 

"Well, in that case, I return the girl to you and take back my thirty-two bars, minus a ten bar fee for the use of the girl for the evening.  Take it or leave it."

 

Nerys watched closely as the slaver considered her offer.  She found herself sweating.  If this deal doesn't work, I'll have to pay the old thief his full asking price!  Because my gut is telling me that the holoprogram is set to exit at this point if I can't buy the slave girl.  And if that happens, this vacation of Ezri's is ruined.  And guess who will end up paying for months to come???

 

Mykonos nodded his head decisively.  “Done!  You may have your one night – your test – of the girl.  And if she passes, then I keep your thirty-two bars.”

 

Nerys nodded. Mykonos tapped the agreement into a computer console and then stepped back to allow Nerys an opportunity to read and sign.

 

“There!  I’ve signed the agreement and the thirty-two bars have been transferred to the escrow.  Now, I believe I have a slave girl to test???”

 

Mykonos bowed.  “Indeed, most gracious sire!  She is yours for the night!”  Mykonos snapped his fingers and Gylos ran up to his side.  In his hands were a slave collar and leash, along with a cover robe for the slave girl.   “Here are the slave girl’s collar and robe.”  At Mykonos gesture, Gylos handed the ‘apparel’ over to Nerys.  “Enjoy!”

 

“Oh, I shall, Mykonos.  I shall!” assured Nerys.  “By the way, what is the slave’s name?  Or did you not name her?”

 

“Her name is an unusual one, by Orion standards, it’s Ezri.”  With that, Mykonos and Gylos step back and appeared to dissolve into the shadows of the boutique, leaving Nerys alone, standing in front of her latest ‘acquisition’.

 

Nerys coughs and clears her suddenly parched throat.  “Ezri, look at me!”

 

The slave girl, who had remained face down throughout the entire bargaining session, began a slow and sensuous arcing of her torso, seeming to flex each individual vertebra as she shifted to an upright position in response to her new owner’s command.  Still kneeling, with her arms now crossed behind her back, her naked breasts thrust out before her, Ezri, the slave, peered up at her temporary - possibly permanent - owner though the wet ringlets of her jet black hair.  “So, mistress, do I please you?  Am I worthy to be yours?” purred the Orion slave girl, every line of her polished emerald skin a subtle taunt - and promise - of unending delights for her true master.

 

Master merchant Kira Nerys stared at the vision kneeling before her.  Stunned and speechless by what she had just experienced – by what lay in store for the future, Nerys continued to stare, unable to answer.

 

 

 

The End (for Now)