The BLTS Archive - The Hellbound Heart
#1: In Extremis
by Jadenlore

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Standard Disclaimer: All the Star Trek stuff is owned by the great and
mighty Paramount. The main chick is mine, she was created for an
as-yet-unfinished comic book I'm working on. I don't mean any harm,
Mr. Paramount, sir! Honest!

Rated NC-17 for sex. Contains bdsm and multiples (sort of), so if it
makes ya squeamish, or you are underage, bye-bye!

Since this is my first attempt at Treksmut, comments are welcome, but
flames are not because my tender ego would be hurt. Oh, yeah, I forgot
to put in a plot! Oh well. Story takes place in the months following
"First Contact."

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Lieutenant Hoffman came onto the bridge to relieve Lieutenant
Commander Data from his post at OPS. Second shift had ended, and Data
had somewhere to go this evening.

He made his way to the turbolift, and then to holodeck one. This was
the one hundred and sixty-seventh time he had made this trip for the
same purpose. Since the incident with the Borg Queen, he had been
exploring different forms of sexuality and sensation. He had worked
closely with Doctor Crusher for several months on finding something to
give him the sensations of human flesh. When the implants were
completed, he and the Doctor spent weeks inserting them into his skin.
Although they worked, they still were not up to the sensory level of
the skin he had been given by the Borg. He was also struggling with
his sexuality as well. He was confused since the Queen had taken him,
and he had been experimenting with various holo-partners, since he
felt he could not ask any crew members to volunteer to help him with
this new obsession. One hundred sixty-five times without the implants,
once with. This time would be different, he was sure.

He reached the holodeck and entered. "Computer, privacy lock,
authorization Data gamma one omega." Data had learned the value of the
privacy lock the hard way. His emotion chip practically went into
overload from embarrassment when Commander Riker had walked in on him
(senior officers always had a bad habit of barging into the holodeck
unannounced) while he was sandwiched between a female Ferengi and a
human male. Commander Riker had looked at Data strangely for the next
week. "Like he has not had similar experiences," Data mumbled, briefly
thinking Riker a hypocrite.

He began to undress, neatly folding his uniform and placing it in the
corner of the holodeck grid. "Computer, load program Data
One-Six-Seven." The computer chirped in acknowledgement and a room was
generated around him. A new uniform appeared over his body as well.
The room was simple, with stone walls and dozens of candles for
lighting. A decorative carpet ran the length of the floor, and in the
middle of the room was an ornate wooden chair. In front of the chair
was a silver bar, about one meter in length, suspended horizontally
from a chain attached to a pulley hooked to the ceiling. There were
various other implements there as well, things that Data knew would be
used on him.

"Computer, run program," he said. She came though the wooden door at
the end of the room. She walked slowly up to him, letting him take in
the sight of her body. She wore a leather corset, tight laced to shave
several centimeters from her waist. The corset was attached to a
collar by two thick, buckled straps. Her leather boots had a severe
stiletto heel, and were laced up to her knees with tiny, delicate
eyelets. Her hands were covered by gloves that ran to her elbows. His
eyes grazed over her body, stopping to rest at her face. Her blond
hair was swept up into a tight ponytail, her eyebrows high and arched,
a cruel expression on her full lips.

"So, you have come to me to learn restraint and discipline?" she
stated more than asked.

"Yes," he replied. Then, in his typical volunteering way, he started,
"I want to..."

"What you want from this point on is irrelevant," was her response.
"You will not speak unless you are spoken to and a response is
expected. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Data said.

"You will refer to me as 'Mistress' or 'my Lady' from now on, do you
understand?"

"Yes, my Lady."

"Now, the rules are: you will always address me properly, and with
respect. Second," she said while grabbing Data's face by the chin,
pushing his lips outward, "you will keep your eyes down. A proper
slave does not challenge his Mistresses' authority by looking directly
into her eyes unless instructed to do so."

Data immediately dropped his gaze to her shiny boots. "Yes, my Lady."

"Third," she said eyeing him up and down, "you are severely
overdressed." She walked behind him to a small metal table and picked
up a knife with a curved blade. He felt the coldness of it at the back
of his neck. The chill brought back a fleeting memory of when he had
finally completed the installation of the implants.

Data had never experienced hot or cold, pleasure or pain before. He
had asked Captain Picard if he could take a one-week leave of his
post. He did not want the new sensations causing a disruption of his
work or of any mission, as it did when he had used the emotion chip
for the first time. It was interesting at first; he stayed in his
quarters adjusting the environmental controls, first to jungle-like
temperatures then to a near freezing clime.  Then came the shuddering
spasms as he replicated textures and implements for his body.
Feathers, needles, silk, burlap; they were all fair game for his
experimentation with sensation. The next step was to combine these
feelings with the pleasures of sex. Data began working on several
holodeck programs that would test both of the new aspects of himself:
touch and sexuality. And so here he was, in the second of such
programs.

Her knife began to slice through the back of his uniform, starting at
the turtleneck, making its way through the jacket, going though the
vest underneath. She then walked in front of him, yanking the remnants
of the top of his uniform from him.

"Now, remove the rest of your clothing," she ordered. He did as she
requested, undressing quickly and tossing his clothes to the side.

"This is how you should greet your Mistress, exposed for my enjoyment,
and for the enjoyment of anyone I might happen to want to show you off
to."

Data felt a hot flush of embarrassment come over him as his modesty
program took over. Even though this was not real, he was not used to
being naked and on display like this. He questioned his reasoning with
creating this program, but decided to let it continue anyway. He would
let it play out until he felt what it was like to be totally
submissive to someone. And until his new implants were aroused to
maximum levels.

She walked behind him again, and his keen ears heard her taking
something from the table. He felt pressure at his throat as she was
placed a thick leather collar on him. There was a large metal ring at
the front and at the back, and her finger found the latter. She pulled
him backwards a bit until he was underneath the silver bar. She then
yanked his right arm forward, shoving his hand inside of a tight
leather glove. The gloves were long, going past his elbow, and had a
zipper that ran the length of them. After she was sufficiently
satisfied that each of his hands were snugly inside the gloves, she
zipped them up. Data noticed they were very tight and very warm. He
would have had a hard time bending his elbows, had she allowed him.
She then lifted his right arm up and slipped his hand inside a leather
cuff at the end of the bar, which she tightened over his wrist. The
same was done with his left arm. Normally, Data could easily have
ripped free of the cuffs, but he had programmed any restraints used to
be impossible for him to break free of.

She walked away from him towards a creaky circular crank in the wall.
Data managed to steal a glance at her when she had her back to him. He
admired the shape of her calves in the high boots and fullness of her
hips. Her buttocks strained the leather panties she wore. He wondered
what she was like underneath.

She turned the crank, and Data felt his arms lifted. She turned it
until he was standing on his tiptoes. His back arched inwards, making
him jut out his chest. "This position is most unusual," he thought. He
felt himself becoming more and more aware of his body, and of the fact
he was becoming aroused.

She took up her position in front of him once more. "You need some
decoration on that beautiful body," she said as, once again, she went
to the table. Data did not program all the implements she would use on
him tonight, instead letting the database choose for him. He wanted to
be surprised.

Immediately she returned and started pulling and twisting his nipples
with her fingers. He felt it; it was unlike anything he had
experienced before. This was only the second sexual program he had run
since the implants. The first, a scenario involving Data being raped
by three Klingons, was not a wise choice, he decided. It did not
involve much skin or emotional stimulation. This did, and he was
beginning to like this program more and more.

"Ohh..." he let out a slight moan as the twisting continued.

"You will control yourself," she snapped commandingly. "You will moan
only if I allow it, understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"If I hear any more noise from you, I will have you gagged, and I
would hate to see anything covering your mouth," she said as she
brushed a finger over his bottom lip. Data found himself wanting to
suck on that covered finger as it dragged his gentle flesh.

Next, she placed a clamp on each of his nipples. The clamps were
small, with a chain running between them. She noticed that he did not
flinch in the slightest.

"Well, it seems that these are not doing the trick for you, my pale
slave." She removed the rubber nubs from each clamp, exposing the
jagged little teeth. She then spun the pin out from the clamps,
increasing the force with which they would bite. Data inhaled sharply
as she replaced the clamps on his nipples.

"That's better. And to offer a bit more resistance..." She added a
small weight to the chain, letting it dangle in the middle of his
chest. Data was very aware of himself now, with his nipples pinching
and tingling. He became attentive to the fact that his "breathing" had
quickened, just as a human's would when sexually aroused as he was. He
also noticed that his positronic brain was not thinking about five or
six different things as it normally was, instead focusing on the here
and now.

"One further adornment, and a lesson, all in one," she said with a
wicked gleam in her eye. "This will force you to control your will.
Or, rather, force you to conform to my will." From his downcast gaze,
he saw she was about to place something on his penis. It was a leather
ring that buckled around his balls and cock. Attached to this was a
little metal cage. The lesson was simple: he was not allowed to get
hard, or he would be subject to some serious pain.

"There, now you look formal," she said with an appreciative look. He
moaned quietly to himself, enraptured. He felt his entire body tingle
with pleasure, felt a shockwave of lust and appetite move through him
until it reached his cock. Oh, how he suppressed himself, and how he
cursed himself for making these cuffs stronger than he was. He wanted
nothing more than to have her right than and there, but he would have
to wait. He would be good, and follow the orders given to him, and
hopefully he would be rewarded for it. She would see what a good slave
he was and she would please him, he reasoned. However, he still was
devoting a good amount of his internal resources to keep from getting
an erection.

Data heard her move behind him again, this time all the way to the
wall where her whips and crops and floggers and paddles were waiting.
She chose a short paddle first, to warm his skin. He felt the first
blow on his left buttock, hard and to the point. Then another blow on
his right, and another, and another. She kept up for about five
minutes, then stopped. He thought he might overload from all the
sensory input he was receiving. Replacing the paddle, she chose a cat,
it's tails made of a soft leather. She started the blows softly at
first, then harder. He felt the stinging on his back, his thighs. He
wanted it to stop and go on forever at the same time. He anticipated
each biting blow on his backside, wanted it. This was so totally
foreign to him, yet so comfortable and natural. And then, just when he
thought he might explode, she stopped. She walked around to his front
again, checking the clamps and the cockring. She walked to the crank
and eased him down a bit. His Mistress then came back to him, reached
up and began to undo the buckles on the cuffs. As his arms dropped to
his sides, he caught the shadow of her moving to the back table again.
He then felt her fiddling with the collar. She had attached a leash to
the ring at the back of his neck.

"Now, you will drop to your knees," she said firmly. He did as she
said, immediately getting down to the ground. "Now, whenever you are
not cuffed, you will be in this position. You will always drop to your
hands and knees, and keep your head down. You will not get up until I
instruct you to do so."

"Yes, my Lady," Data agreed.

"Good." She walked over to the wooded chair, trailing him behind her
on the leash. Gracefully, she sat down in front of him. She led him
with the lead so that his body was stretched out lengthwise in front
of her. Her gloved hand ran softly over his golden skin. She touched
him gently all over his back and neck, then smacked him hard on his
ass.

"I can't believe you don't have any welts," she said with surprise.
"Not a one. And after the whipping I gave you." She gently ran her
hand through his hair, a motion that had Data thanking his lucky stars
that he had had the foresight to place implants in his scalp. She
found a firm hold and yanked his head towards her lips. "Well, I think
you need a bit more training to make up for that." She spanked him
hard again then pinched his sore flesh, which, had it been human,
*would* have been pink and welted. Then she ordered, "Go to the far
wall and fetch the crop on the end."

He scurried on his hands and knees to the wall, rising up to take the
black crop down from it's hook, wishing he could feel it through the
tight gloves. He began to come back with it when,

"No, place it between your teeth to bring it to me." He did as he was
told. He reached the chair and offered the crop to her. She stood up
again, taking the crop, gave him a swift blow on his posterior. A rain
of blows fell on him, and, just as suddenly as it began, stopped. She
stepped around him and sat down in her throne. The leash was tugged,
and he took his position adjacent to his Mistress again.

Her hands found Data's skin again, stroking and scratching, spanking
and squeezing. He felt so overwhelmed by all of this. It wasn't like
this with Tasha, forceful as she was, and it wasn't like this with the
Queen, not even when she'd mounted him as he lay upon her table, his
hands and feet magnetically held in place. It really wasn't like this
in the one hundred and sixty-six previous times he'd had sex on the
holodeck. Nothing had aroused him like this did. He wondered if he
should make an appointment to see Counselor Troi.

She began to peel the gloves from her arms, exposing her long, thin
fingers.

"Push the table to me,' she said. He shuffled over, thankful for his
insight to program a soft carpet on the floor. He brought the table to
her and assumed his position.

She picked up a small crystal jar from the metal table and dipped her
fingers into the substance inside. A shock ran inside him as he felt
her fingers smear a cold, slippery substance into his anus. She then
eased a large, rubbery phallus into him. This was a very curious
sensation, he thought, and his mind wandered to the time he had
inserted the implants there. He had insisted to Dr. Crusher that he
could do it himself somehow, so that he would not have to make her
feel uncomfortable. When he found it impossible to do by himself, he
had to come back to her for help. He had to turn his emotion chip off
completely or he felt he would die from embarrassment. He almost felt
that way now, except that this was such a pleasurable feeling. He was
filled up inside and his outside was adorned and aching for release.

"Now, hold that in until I tell you to let it go," she said. Data
groaned on the inside. He had to divert some of his resources from
keeping his tortured cock in check to holding the dildo inside. He
prayed he could do both at once.

A tug came at his lead again. She had stood up and was leading him
back to the silver bar. Data followed and in no time was cuffed again.
She took a second bar and placed cuffs at his ankles. At least she did
not make him stand on his tiptoes again, he thought. He stood, arms
splayed above his head, legs spread and no way to close them,
clenching his body tight for control. He looked exquisite.

"Now, what would you say to a bit of fun for everyone, hmmm? Even for
worthless slaves like yourself," she asked him with a playful tone in
her voice.

"Anything my Mistress wants will please me," Data replied humbly.

She got up and left the room briefly. She returned through the wooden
door, trailing two more slaves on all fours behind her. The male
slave, a pale, thin, dark- haired lad was adorned identically to Data,
with the exception that his cockring did not have a cage. His erection
was huge, hanging down between his legs. The female, a beautiful Asian
girl, was pierced through both of her labia, and had a small,
decorative chain with a weight hanging from the two rings. They
crawled behind the Dominatrix on all fours, eyes downcast, ready for
any order they may receive.

She led them to her chair where she sat down. They took their places
at either side of her. She stared up at Data again, eyes lazily roving
over all parts of him. She motioned to the female slave at her right,
who presented her with the crop that was dropped earlier. A short
whisper was issued to the girl, quiet enough so that Data could not
hear it. She began to crawl over to him, and in a brazen display that
their Mistress could not see, locked her brown eyes with his. She sat
up on her legs and began to undo the cockring. Relief at last! But not
for long.

"Data, I want you to watch me, I'm giving you my permission," his
Mistress commanded with a throaty tone. He did as she said, raising
his golden eyes to stare into her green ones. She raised her legs,
flipping her knees over the arms of the ornate wooden chair. He felt a
sudden rush of pleasure as the woman had taken him into her mouth. At
the same time, he stared at his Mistress, watching as she took the
handle of the crop and rubbed it slowly over her leather-covered
crotch. The expression on her face betrayed the excitement she felt as
she watched him being pleasured by the female.

"I'm warning you, my pale slave-you will not come until I let you, is
that understood?"

"Y-yes Mistress," came his breathy response. He would have to control
himself, he had to. Hoped Dr. Soong had slipped in some program that
was designed for just such an emergency. It was hard, though, so to
speak. The girl had expert lips and a tongue a god would have killed
for. He quietly moaned as she took him all the way into her mouth,
sucking slightly, then releasing her grip and letting him almost out
of her mouth, tongue circling the head, and taking him in again.
Delicate arms circled his hips as her fingers poked at the end nub of
the phallus that he was still retaining. Another moan escaped him. He
knew she would hear him. He wanted her to. He thought "Perhaps she
will discipline me for the slip in protocol," and his cock got even
harder.

The activity in the wooden chair was almost as transfixing as the
sensations he was feeling. His Mistress had discarded the crop and
instead had the male slave on his knees between her thighs. His tongue
lapped at the leather covering as she tangled her hands in his hair
and pulled him closer, eyes locked on Data the whole time. She gasped
through her teeth, unable to control herself anymore. She immediately
straightened up in the chair, pushing her slave back with a nudge from
her sharp-heeled boot.

She issued a whistle and the female removed her heavenly mouth from
Data's cock. He sounded a little aggravated moan as her lips pulled
away from him, brows knitting in frustration. His eyes pleaded, first
with the slave, then with his Mistress to let this continue. Instead,
she rose from her chair pulling the male slave with her. She left him
there and walked to the crank in the wall again. She turned it so that
Data was no longer almost suspended and could place his arms and the
silver bar in front of his chest. Of course, this was not what she had
in mind.

"Get to your knees," she demanded, and he quickly dropped. From this
angle, his arms were still raised above his head. "I want you to keep
your eyes on me at all times."

"Yes, my Lady."

"Now," she went on, while pulling the male slave's lead so that he was
standing, "I want you open your mouth and take him in."

Data then realized what she wanted of him: a damn good performance. He
opened his mouth as the slave thrust into him slowly. Data took him in
as far as he could go, tasting the salty fluid he leaked, feeling the
ultra-silky skin of the head.  He kept a slow and steady rhythm, all
the while watching his mistress, who hovered over himself and the male
slave. Long, cool fingers caressed his face, her fingers. She slipped
two into his mouth along with the cock that had him so filled,
touching his wet tongue, squeezing the head so that more fluid would
spill out, sticky and sweet. The female slave was between the
Dominatrix' legs, as the male was before, licking the crotch of the
leather panties. Data could almost smell her. He knew he was
programmed to please her better than that. His steady pace continued
until he heard short, sharp breaths from the man in front of him and
his mouth filled with sticky semen. She quickly yanked the dick from
his mouth and pushed the slave away, who was still thrusting into the
air, gasping with the last throes of his orgasm. Data was unsure what
to do with the mass in his mouth, so he quickly swallowed it, which,
surprisingly, did not bring any repercussions.

"Remove the cuffs," she demanded of the two slaves. They did as she
asked, unfastening the buckles on the leather cuffs. His arms dropped
to his sides. He noticed she was unfastening the buckles on each side
of her leather panties, yanking them off when she was done.

"Hold him," she snapped, and then he felt their hands at each wrist,
pulling him backwards until he was knocked flat on the floor. She
stood over him, tempting him with her trimmed pussy. She lowered
herself down onto his aching gold cock, which brought a shout of
pleasure from her. She rode on top of him, spewing obscenities, her
fingers first assaulting her clit, then plunging into his mouth. In
her frenzy, she pulled his nipple clips completely off, bringing a
rush of relief to his aching chest. Her mouth found his nipples then,
sucking greedily at them. They were rather sore from being pinched for
so long, but the rush of pain fueled him even further. The muscles in
her thighs strained with her tempo, quicker then slower, then quicker,
until the sound of an unrestrained animal escaped from her lips, her
body stiffening as she came. Data kept up his pace underneath her,
thrusting up into her until, after precisely three hundred and
eighty-one thrusts, he felt his orgasm finally come. He had not had
one like this before, wracking and aching within him. His final
extended moan turned into a laugh as relief flooded over his body. The
phallus popped out from him as his entire body relaxed, fulfilled. The
slaves let go of his wrists, and the mighty Domme rolled off from him,
disheveled and satisfied. After a few minutes, Data collected his
thoughts and stood up.

"Thank you for a most interesting lesson," he said to all involved.

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"Hello, Spot," Data said to the purring cat who was rubbing his legs.
"Have you missed me?" The tabby looked up and meowed in agreement. He
picked Spot up and made his way to the replicator. "Computer, one
leather collar, large enough to fit a human neck, with one metal ring
on the front and on the back." After he heard a whirring sound, the
collar appeared before him in the replicator's slot. He picked it up
and examined it and placed it in with the other things he kept as
reminders: a violin, a wooden doll. He placed it behind several items,
so he would not have to explain its significance. He knew it was
there, and that was enough.

He made his way to bed, expecting to have pleasant dreams that
evening.

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The End