The BLTS Archive- Physical Forms of Pleasure
by DataToy (DataToy711@aol.com)

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July 1999

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The Borg Queen circled the table upon which Data had been strapped, a
smooth smirk gracing her polished features.

"Excuse me," Data said. "You do not evolve. You conquer."

"By assimilating others into our collective, we bring them closer to
perfection." The words poured from her lips like cream, velvety and
seductive.

Data looked at her with a tilt of his head and replied with his soft,
tranquil voice, "Somehow, I question your motives."

The Queen's expression was confident and unmoved. "That is because you
haven't been properly... stimulated yet," she said, sending out an
unspoken command.

Instantly Data was surprised by a sharp shock to his positronic brain,
and his neural net began to flood him with unpleasant sensations. He
gasped and swallowed reflexively. "You have reactivated my emotion
chip," he exclaimed with a trembling breath. "Why?"

"Don't be frightenened," she cooed, hypnotizing him, reaching for him
without having to touch him, the mist on her grey skin making her seem
like a snake, slippery and lethal.

Data tried to fight her insidious gaze and shrugged, attempting to
sound detached. "I am not frightened" -but his smile was forced and he
wanted to squirm, his chest caught in a coil of fear.

Then for a moment he was distracted from his distress when the
mysterious silver cuff that had been covering his arm snapped open,
revealing...

Flesh.

The Queen asked him softly, "Do you know what this is, Data?"

His eyes were wide as he stared in amazement and blurted, "It appears
you are trying to graft organic skin onto my endo-skeletal structure."

She moved closer to him. "What a cold description... for such a
beautiful gift."

He observed her, unable to determine what she would do next as she
bent her head near his arm. Then her lips formed a small O, and she
blew ever so gently onto his new skin.

Immediately it reacted and small round bumps drew to the surface,
sending signals to his brain which he found impossible to analyze;
however, less than seconds later, analysis was the farthest thing from
his mind as his body was wracked by a totally unknown experience.

He shut his eyes and was possessed by strange little vibrations
shooting from his arm throughout his body to the tip of his fingers,
making them tingle with a different sort of electricity than that
which he was familiar with, and his breath was pushed out of him in
short gasps he was incapable of stopping. However the feeling soon
began to die and he was appalled by the thought that he almost spoke
out loud: 'more.'

But the Queen knew he had been seduced. She slowly nodded in approval.

She said, "Did you like that, Data?"

When at last he could open his eyes, faint whispers of delight still
fluttering at his fingertips like butterflies, he didn't look at her.
He was puzzled by an unusual feeling low in his abdomen, but it was
difficult to concentrate.

He started when the Queen placed a slick hand on the side of his face,
turning it to face her. His arms and legs were shaking, and though he
knew it was impossible to free himself from his bonds, he struggled.
The Queen's lips parted slightly. She was amused and intrigued by his
behavior while fully aware she would sway him to her view. Resistance
was always futile.

Soon he ceased his half-hearted efforts. Her curious and ghostly black
eyes held his and he realized dimly that he was losing the will to
resist. The odd sensation in his crotch was growing, but his neural
relays were not functioning as they normally did because of the
unusual information they were carrying, and he couldn't understand
what was happening to him.

The Queen's mesmerizing voice cut through the fog that gripped his
mind, and he heard her ask, "Are you familiar with physical forms of
pleasure?"

"I am fully functional," he replied automatically, repeating what he
had told Tasha Yar so long ago, and for a moment he wasn't sure who he
was talking to anymore, or where he was. "I have been programmed with
multiple techniques."

"Ah," the Queen replied, as though encouraging a child. "Programmed
with multiple techniques. You have given someone pleasure in the
past?"

"Yes," Data said. "Once."

"What an unfortunate waste of... talent," she said, emphasizing the
final word.

Data raised his eyebrows, feeling his head clear slightly in his
surprise.

She moved closer still, so that her face was just a few inches away
from his. Her breath was moist and warm, and smelled of moss and
metal.

"Tell me," she continued, "Has anyone ever given you pleasure, Data?"

He frowned, shaking his head, trying to grasp her question.

"What do you mean?" he managed to ask. "I cannot feel pleasure. At
least not the way a human being can feel pleasure."

She rested her hand upon his head and stroked his hair as if he were
an exotic pet. "You can feel pleasure, Data," she corrected him. "I
have given you something that will surpass what organic creatures
know."


The table upon which he lay began to tilt until he was almost standing
vertically. He blinked slowly, barely able, it seemed, to keep his
head from rolling sideways. All that supported him were his restraints
-his fear had left him, and so had his volition.

She took a few steps so that she stood in front of him, looking up at
him. He stared into her eyes, captivated by her dangerous and
overpowering magnetism.

Then to his astonishment, she reached up and tapped his commbadge with
one finger. He was jolted from his trance and once again he was
engulfed by fright. "What are you doing?" he stammered weakly.

"Data," she almost purred, "reveal the encryption codes you used to
block access to the main computer."

He shook his head, speechless.

"Resistance is futile," she said, her voice like melting ice. She
glanced at him slyly, and unfastened his pants.

Data yelped. "What are you doing?" he asked, this time with a
supplicating tone.

She said nothing, and his pants fell around his ankles. "The
encryption codes, Data," the Borg Queen said.

"I... I cannot... I will not... tell you," he sputtered.

So she touched him.

Data's teeth snapped shut and he slammed his head back against the
table, his entire body stiffening, his breath caught in his throat.

"That's right, Data," the Borg Queen said, with a hint of
derisiveness. "This is what we did while you were unconscious. Do you
like it?"

She caressed him -he was incapable of answering her, for his neural
relays were assaulted by an infinitely more powerful sensation than
when she had merely blown on his arm. The minute fraction of his
logical mind that remained informed him that the only reason he was
still standing was that his wrists were secured by restraints.

Her caresses became more insistent. She moved her hand up and down his
shaft, and her touch upon this most sensitive of all flesh tore cries
from him that grew in strength and desperation, a cross between
laughter and tears.

For a moment she relented and he was paralyzed by overwhelming want.
His positronic brain was receiving messages that screamed for relief.
He was panting and groaning and a few golden drops escaped from his
firmly shut eyelids.

"Shall I continue, Data?" she said, her voice smooth as silk, which
increased his agony.

"No... n-no..." he begged, shuddering violently, but he offered his
hips to her.

"Give me the encryption codes," she said, still holding him.

He opened his eyes, his face streaked by tears, quivering and quaking.
"Please," he whispered, "Please..."

And then she took him between her shining lips, running her tongue
around the head of his member, tasting the soft, tender skin: he
screamed, but in delight. "Yes! Oh, yes..." he said, and uttered
sounds which had never left his lips before.

The Queen let him go and he cried in protest, but she stepped back for
just an instant as the restraints around his wrists and ankles were
disengaged. He stumbled to his his knees and she joined him, looking
at him with an expression that expected surrender. He raised his head
and saw that her mouth was opened in invitation, her eyes filled with
certainty. Despite the aching need that pulsed through him, a desire
that had managed to shut down several of his subroutines, when he saw
the assurance in her eyes he was shaken back to awareness.

He realized that she mostly wanted to use him, and he was flooded by
the memory of his friends. It suddenly dawned on him that they had
heard the entire exchange -she had turned on his commbadge, he
surmised, so they would know she had won, that she had extracted from
him what she wanted, and all hope was lost.

He knew what she believed to be hers now, and he decided to deceive
her. As the saying went, two could play at that game. He formulated
his plan, telling himself that he was the only one now who could
defeat her.

He drew the Queen to him, gritting his teeth because the throbbing in
his groin was unbearable, and met her lips with his. When their kiss
ended, she pulled away briefly, and said, "Your loyalty to the way of
perfection... deserves to be rewarded."

With that she pushed him to the floor, and never leaving his eyes, she
took him in her mouth again. He fought desperately not to lose
complete control of his thoughts as he had earlier. As the explosions
of exquisite pleasure rocked him from head to toe, he tried to think
of the Enterprise that had always been his home; of his friends that
had defended him when he had been on trial for his existence; of Lal,
who had loved him; of how he had strived to become more than what he
was.

Everytime the Queen stroked him, sending new shockwaves through his
pathways that almost left him blind with ecstasy, his thoughts
narrowed to one, but everytime he compelled himself to recall all the
things that meant the most to him.

"You have chosen wisely, Data," the Queen said, "Unlike your Captain.
He cannot begin to know what he denied himself."

"I concur," he replied, and upon hearing him agree with her words, she
smiled victoriously and resumed her salacious caress, ravenously
sucking on his hard manhood and flicking her tongue on the tip,
enjoying the sound of moans being ripped from his throat. They
confirmed her supremacy. She began to suck faster, and then, while she
delicately licked the head of his penis, she massaged the shaft with
rough corkscrew motions, up and down. At last Data began to quiver and
twitch, pleasure tearing through his limbs like lightening and he
shook his head from side to side, the groans forced from deep within
his chest mingling with sharp breaths that made his back arch.

The Queen sat up, observing his reaction with a satisfied sigh.

Finally, his breathing started to slow down, the swelling in his groin
ebbed away, the hunger diminishied; but he lay, immobile, for quite
some time, feeling contented and appeased. A sort of warmth softly
radiated inside him like a sunset. And, inexplicably, he found that he
felt... weariness.

"You will need to regenerate now, Data," the Borg Queen told him,
running her hand through his disheveled hair. "It will initiate the
process of your being connected to the hive mind... and to me."

She tapped him commbadge again, shutting it off.

"While you are regenerating," she added, "You will bring him to me...
Back to the Collective, where he belongs. You will call Locutus, and
we will add his distinctiveness to our own."

"Yes," Data replied. And he thought, when the captain is here, we will
destroy you. He knew that when he smashed the plasma cooling ducts, he
would lose the gift that the Queen had bestowed upon him ; the organic
matter that covered him would melt away... but his humanity would
remain intact.

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The End