"Vedek In Chains"
By Amylynn

Disclaimer.....no, after seven years, these illustrious characters *Still*
belong to Paramount.............yadda yadda yadda

I'd like to thank Chrysa and Gary for taking this joke too far! This is for
you!


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As light came upon the fields, Bareil awoke from a deep sleep.  He sat up,
shaking his head, and got out of bed.  It was quiet this early in the
monastery, and he felt a sense of excitement.  Last night, he'd received a
very mysterious subspace message from Kira Nerys.  It merely said: "Be
prepared for something special tomorrow night.  See you at 2100 hours in my
quarters, and wear your Vedek robes."  Something in the tone of the message
titillated him greatly, but he didn't know why.  He chuckled to himself as he
went off to morning prayers.

"Well, Garak, can you do it?"  Kira asked impatiently.  She had no idea if
her plan would work, and unfortunately, she had to enlist the help of the
Cardassian tailor.

"Of course, Major.  Anything for you.  Now step over here and select the
fabric." he led her over to the corner of the shop.

After an hour of fitting and trying on different things, Kira was convinced
of one thing: there was only one other thing she'd rather not be doing, and it
included a different Cardassian.  She had finally finished, and hurriedly left
the Promenade.  She was more than a little nervous about tonight, but she was
also very thrilled; she'd tried this before, with a previous lover, and it had
been wonderful.  Life during the Occupation did teach one to be creative, and
Kira had learned some daring techniques.  

She'd discussed "kinky" sex with Antos  in the past, and he seemed interested, 
but Kira couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious; after all, he was a 
Vedek...a holy man.  She'd almost changed her mind yesterday, before she'd 
sent him the message, but then decided to go ahead with it.  She hoped that 
her little adventure wouldn't frighten off the man she loved, but she just had 
to try it.  Sex with Bareil was great, but he was so...traditional.  She needed 
to loosen him up just a bit.

When Kira returned to her quarters, there was a very simple message waiting
for her from Bareil; it read, "Can't wait, my love.  Until tonight."  It
brought a smile to her face, as well as a flush of excitement to her whole
body.  It was going to be a *very* special night.

~~~~~~~~~~~1900hrs~~~~~~~~~~~~


Vedek Bareil passed Quark's Bar, attracting the attention of two patrons
seated there, having dinner.  Bashir turned to Garak, "She bought WHAT?"  He
asked incredulously.

"Oh you would not believe the outfit she picked out!" Garak made an ‘okay'
gesture with his thumb and forefinger.

"Wow, does Bareil have any idea? He is one lucky man!" Julian said wistfully.
Garak nodded, and returned to his food.

Bareil walked quickly to Nerys' quarters, feeling as if the whole station was
watching him.  He'd visited Kira many times in the past, but he never felt so
self conscious before. ~Did she tell anyone of her plans?~ he thought
nervously.  He hoped that no one else knew, because he didn't want to be the
only one surprised.

Finally, he reached Kira's door and pressed the buzzer.

"Come in!" he heard from the inside.  He entered the darkened room, and
hesitated.  

"Bareil, I want you to walk forward until you reach the chair, then sit in
it."  Kira's voice sounded sexy, more sultry than usual, and it excited him.
He wondered exactly where she was, and how she could see him in the blackness
of the room.  He did as he was told, noting the oddness of the chair that she
had directed him to.  It was a very high backed chair, with strange armrests,
and a cushioned headrest.  It felt very confining, and for a moment, Antos was
a bit anxious; but he went along with it because he trusted Nerys.

Her voice came at him again, "All right.  Now I'd like you to close your
eyes, and don't open them until I say so."  He nodded and closed his eyes.  At
once he felt her near him, and smelled her wonderful perfume.  He dared not
open his eyes, even though he longed to see her.  He reached out his hands to
touch her, and was shocked when her hands stopped him.

"Do not try to move right now.  I'm going to tie your arms to the chair so
you can't move." His arms were being fastened to the armrests with what felt
like chains. He started to protest, then halted; this was a bit more intense
than he was used to, but it aroused him all the same.  He let himself be tied
to the chair tightly with the shackles.

"Okay, are you comfortable?" her voice teased; she knew he probably wasn't
comfortable at all.  He merely nodded, not trusting his voice.  He took a deep
breath and waited for the next step in this exquisite torture.

He heard some rustling and once again resisted the urge to open his eyes.  As
if to further guard against that very thing, he felt a strip of fabric being
placed around his head, and over his eyes.  This was too much!

"Nerys," he whispered, "what exactly are you doing to me?" he tried to sound
nervous, when in fact he was highly aroused, and just wanted to hear her voice
again.   His now erect penis was straining against his clothing, and he
wondered why she had wanted him to wear his robes.  

"Don't talk, lover," she said gently, "I'd never hurt you, I just want to
torment you for awhile." she continued to tie the blindfold around his head,
"I'm going to remove your robes in a moment, don't worry." She knew he was
turned on; she could see the excitement in his face, as well as other places. 

She finished tying the blindfold and stepped away from the chair for a
moment.  She wasn't sure exactly what to do next, and she paused; then she
turned to the table next to the chair and lit the candles that she had placed
there earlier.  In the candlelight the Vedek looked so small and helpless,
chained to the chair and blindfolded.  She picked up another item from the
table and took it to the chair.

"Alright, Antos, I'm going to start with the strap."  She tickled his chest
with a piece of leather about four inches wide and a few feet long.  She
opened his robe, found he had no shirt underneath, and played the strap over
his nipples.  Bareil gasped with pleasure, but said nothing.  She continued to
do this for a minute or two, then she smacked him with it a bit harder.  "Do
you like that? You may answer me."

"Yes, Kira, I do like that.  Don't stop." he knew he shouldn't have said
that, but he couldn't resist playing along.  This was more fun than he thought
it would be!

"Oh no, I'm not done torturing you yet!" She continued to strap him, around
the nipples and up to his shoulders.  She was not hitting him hard, but his
skin was sensitive, and her strap left small red lines on his body.  She was
getting more and more excited with every lick of the strap.  He began to
strain against the shackles on his wrists, moaning softly.

"Don't struggle, dear, it'll only make it worse," she teased.  As if in
retaliation, she removed his blindfold and took off the robe she had been
wearing, revealing a bodysuit consisting of leather and metal.  It looked like
a torture device all in itself: it started with a high collar of leather
around her neck, joined at the front with large metal rings, and straps that
just about covered her own nipples.  The suit then dipped low enough to view
her navel, stopping just short of her pubic area.  The back was low cut, down
to her buttocks.  At the bottom were garters attached to leather banded
stockings.  She had on impossibly high-heeled shoes.  She knew that if she let
him view her this way, she could pretty much do anything she wanted to with
him.

"Oh, Prophets!" Bareil just couldn't help himself, the images he had in his
mind did not even come close to the enticing reality. Once he had taken a long
look at her bewitching body, Kira placed the blindfold back onto his face. 

"That's enough for now."  She put the strap down and picked up a leather
whip, with five separate straps on it.  She removed his robes as well as she
could, with his arms chained to the chair, and slapped him in the groin with
the whip gently.  She decided that he must really like it, because he grew
harder with every slap.  

She beat him with the whip for awhile, every so often kissing him on the
lips, before she just couldn't take it anymore; she was so excited she could
no longer stand up.  She unchained his arms, leaving the shackles fastened to
his wrists,  and led him into the bedroom, leaving the blindfold on.  "Come
on, prisoner, you have to please me now!"

Bareil needed no further coaxing, allowing himself to be led into what he
guessed was the bedroom.  Kira pushed him onto the bed and removed the rest of
his robes. "Oh, Antos, these Vedek robes make me so hot!" She proceeded to
unhook the chains around his wrists, reattaching them to her bedframe.  Once
the vedek was securely handcuffed to her bed, she began teasing his now raging
hardon with her tongue, making him writhe in ecstasy. "Do you want me, Vedek?"
she asked seductively, as she ran her tongue up and down his body.

He answered with a moan, and said, "Oh yes, my child!  Please stop this
agony!" he didn't know how much longer he could last with this vision of
loveliness tormenting him.

She chuckled and removed her outfit, all except the stockings and shoes, and
placed her body directly over his organ.  She asked again, "Vedek, do you want
me?"

He moaned again, "Please, Nerys, make love to me!"

She complied, impaling herself onto his waiting cock.  She moaned and rocked
back and forth, calling his name over and over again.  He sighed with bliss as
he began thrusting up into her moist depths.  As she was brought to orgasm,
she screamed like a Bajoran hawk, soaring into the sky.  Bareil was able to
stay his own climax as long as it took Kira to come twice, sobbing with
pleasure each time; then he called out her name, and expelled his seed into
her body.  

She sighed and lay down on top of him, gasping for air.  This is the reaction
she had hoped for.  After a few moments of silence, she had caught her breath
enough to speak.

"Well, Antos, what did you think?" she giggled softly, looking at his spread
eagle pose on her bed.

"I think the chains and whip are worthy of some further investigation,
Major." he laughed, "but my arms are falling asleep.  Could you remove the
handcuffs?"

Kira took off the handcuffs, and they snuggled under the blankets, falling
into the sleep of well-satiated lovers.