Rishi Baba


Glancing at the tailor shop, he'd just barely time to note it was closed before the red alert klaxons sounded and all hell broke loose on the station.

It seemed to Bashir that the Cardassians secured the station with incredible speed and almost without a fight. He was taken to a security cell and held in isolation for hours and hours. He was given food and water but his guards would tell him nothing.

Although he fought, the doctor's hands were bound behind him and he was led away blindfolded. 'What don't they want me to see?' he wondered. Eventually he heard a door swish open and a different set of hands led him forward and removed the blindfold. "Elim!"

"Yes, Julian, are you damaged?" the Cardassian asked, untying his hands and examining the broken skin on his knuckles from the fights he'd had. "I have a regenerator..."

"Never mind that! The Cardassians have retaken the station! We've got to get to Ops and notify Starfleet!" Bashir began to pace Garak's room, rejecting plan after plan on how to get to Ops, rescue his comrades and retake the station. As he did this two unrelated things penetrated his consciousness: It was extremely warm in Garak's quarters and the tailor was wearing a long dark blue cloak that covered him completely. The doctor had noticed this last because the blue made Garak's eyes look especially nice and... "Elim! What... what's going on here?" he asked backing away from the Cardassian, still standing in the middle of the room watching him.

"The rightful order of reality has been restored today, Julian," the tailor answered, removing the cloak and revealing a Gul uniform. "And I am restored to Cardassia."

Bashir turned and lunged for the door, which did not open for his medical override. He spun around to fight but found Garak had not moved. There the tailor still stood, quietly watching him. "You betrayed us," Bashir said flatly.

Slowly closing the distance, Garak stood very close to the human and looked into his eyes. "Not you, Julian. Never you," he said softly and leaned forward to kiss him.

Trying to avoid his lover's lips, Bashir bumped his head against the door and was consumed. "No..." He broke free but only for a moment and was recaptured. He struggled but strong arms held him and Garak's heavier body pinned him against the door. Soon, he'd exhausted himself and slouched panting in the tailor's... no, Gul's arms.

"My dearest one, you have only to accept this situation, surrender to it and all will be well."

Eyes closed, Bashir heard this from very far away. He felt his body being scooped up and carried into the bedroom, where he was gently set down. As he felt his uniform being undone, he opened his eyes and tried to roll away. Easily caught, he was cuffed for his foolishness. Shocked back into stillness by such brutality from Garak, who'd always been as gentle as possible. "Garak, stop! I want to go back with the others!"

"No longer, Elim, my dear? Well, if that pleases you, I do not care." The Cardassian was pushing the Starfleet jumpsuit off Bashir's shoulders. "But if it must be Garak, then you must call me Gul Garak, my pet." He ripped the doctor's undershirt down the front.

"I'm serious..." Bashir began but was slapped again as he tried to pull his clothing back on. He recoiled from Garak but did not fight.

"Better, Julian, much better if you don't resist," Garak said, stripping off the rest of the human's clothing. He looked amused as Bashir tried to cover himself with the bed sheet. "My dear, nothing has changed between us. I still desire you; only the outer circumstances have changed. I am the same; you must accept the situation as it now is." He reached for the human.

"And what now is the situation?" Bashir asked, stalling and moving away.

"I was your lover. Now I am your master." Ripping the sheet from Bashir's hands he flung himself on the doctor.

The struggle was brief and although Garak did not strike him again, Bashir was soon pinned prone beneath the Cardassian.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Bashir shouted, knowing there was no help nearby.

"I do so love it when you make noise, Julian," Garak whispered into his ear before moving to still the human with a hard bite on his shoulder. "There now, lie quietly and we'll soon be done."

Bashir felt the tip of Garak's erection on his anus and then painfully thrust in. He cried out, begging for him to stop but the Cardassian forced the rest of his shaft in and began to fuck him mercilessly.



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