The BLTS Archive-A Good Man Is Hard to Program by monkee (wiecek@earthlink.net) --- Disclaimers: Paramount owns Star Trek Voyager and all its characters. --- At first, it was nice - the dancing, the kissing, the touching - but Janeway was rapidly losing patience with Michael, the hologram. For one thing, it was the poetry. Now she liked poetry as much as anyone else, but there was a time and place for it. She was getting tired of hearing about the 'dark pools that were her eyes.' For another thing, he was entirely too slow, too polite, too awkward. She could barely keep herself from rolling her eyes as he clumsily fumbled with the row of tiny buttons down the front of her dress. Not that she really needed to worry about it - he had no feelings to hurt. But still, at this rate it was going to take all damned night. "Computer," she snapped, "open character Michael Sullivan's file. Adjust personality profile to make him more sexually aggressive. A LOT more aggressive." Modification Complete. Michael shoved her up against the wall. "Bitch!" he snarled. "I'm going to take you on the floor like an animal!" He yanked hard on her dress and she heard dozens of tiny buttons click to the floor as her bodice opened to her waist. Whoa. A little too aggressive. "Computer," she said, quickly, "tone down the aggressiveness. Now!" Modification Complete. Michael looked momentarily dazed by the condition of her dress, but recovered quickly as his program adapted. "Ah, Katie," he said, his voice rough, "look what you do to me." His hands were surer now - moving solidly across her skin - up from her waist, over her ribs, cupping and squeezing her breasts. He kissed her hard, opening her mouth with his tongue. Then he nudged her head to the side, allowing him access to her neck, which he bit, and none too gently. "I'm going to make love to you until you scream," he said, into her ear. Mmmm. Much better. Her body was responding to him now. He helped her out of the sleeves of the dress, but didn't have enough holographic patience to take it off completely, which was fine by her. She liked the way it felt - the weight of it. He carried her over to the bed and lay her down as he slowly removed her stockings, kissing and nipping his way up her legs. God. Why hadn't she done this years ago? She felt like she was about to explode. She reached over and helped him unfasten his britches. She curled her hand around his cock and groaned, enjoying the feel of a man - well, close enough, anyway - after so many years of celibacy. "Now, Michael," she commanded, and he complied, positioning himself above her and penetrating her completely. Hmmm...it was...okay. But hell, if she was only going to indulge herself occasionally, she deserved better, didn't she? "Computer," she said, purposely not looking at the hologram's eyes, "increase length and thickness of penis by...twenty percent." Unable to comply. That modification will violate safety parameters. "Damn," she muttered. Please restate the request. She could over-ride the safety protocols - she was sure an extra twenty percent wouldn't kill her. But if she did, Tuvok would automatically be notified, and she sure as hell didn't want to have to explain this. She sighed. "Fine then," she said. "Increase the length and thickness of penis by...fifteen percent." Modification complete. Her eyes widened with surprised pleasure as she felt the increase in volume. Well, there was an answer to THAT age-old question. Size DID matter. He began thrusting into her with long, powerful strokes and she was quickly losing her ability to think coherently. Further modifications to the program would be difficult - she could barely speak. She did manage to moan a few terse instructions to Michael himself, though. Harder. Faster. Yes! Slower. Harder. NOT YET! She could feel herself just beginning to climax and she suddenly remembered that the default setting on holograms called for simultaneous orgasm. Damn. Why hadn't she taken care of that when she deleted his little wife? With a Herculean effort, she managed one more modification. "Computer," she gasped, desperately, "Postpone hologram's climax indefinitely." Modification complete. And not a second too soon. "God, YES!" she cried out, as she came. Her nails raked holographic flesh as she panted for breath. The more aggressive but not TOO aggressive Michael adapted quickly to his most recent modification. "Did you like that, Katie?" he growled. "I'm going to do it to you again." Oh my, yes. But first, it was time to bring Michael out of the nineteenth century. "Computer," she said, "make his sexual attitudes more progressive." Specify time period. She frowned. When, in rural Ireland, would your typical poet/barkeep have become less preoccupied, for example, with the missionary position? She took a stab at it. "Late twentieth century," she decided. Modification complete. She smiled seductively up at him. He smiled back. She liked the look in his eyes. --- An hour later, she was braced up against the wall as Michael pounded into her relentlessly. It was incredible. She and Mark hadn't had a lot of success with this position, but a hologram had the strength to maintain it indefinitely. She was rapidly approaching yet another orgasm, and she suspected that this would be her last this evening. She just wasn't used to this level of activity anymore. "Computer," she called out over Michael's energetic grunts, "re-set default for hologram climax." Modification complete. No sooner had the computer spoken than Michael began shouting her name and pumping furiously. Her back was thumped against the wall repeatedly - she was going to be bruised, but it was worth it. She came explosively, and, of course, so did he. With his size, she could feel his throbbing climax acutely - it intensified her own. Afterwards, she could barely catch her breath. He withdrew slowly, lifted her up and off of him, then lowered her to the floor. Feeling pleasantly sore and blissfully tired, she led him back to the bed. As she settled in beside him, however, she discovered, to her dismay, that he wanted to talk. She tried a few sleepy murmurs and satiated smiles, but it didn't help much. Apparently the more aggressive but not TOO aggressive Michael was still partial to reciting poetry in the bedchamber. God, would he EVER shut up? "Computer," she finally said, exasperated, "put the hologram to sleep." Modification complete. He was snoring immediately, in mid-stanza. Relieved, she let her head drop back down on the pillow. She was completely drained, and not just physically. Sex with a hologram had its perks, but the constant modifications had just about killed her. Perhaps it was more trouble than it was worth. Or not. --- The End