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   "I do not understand the purpose of this…"

   Data's brow furrowed you finished tying the rope around the bed-frame. His warm golden eyes watched you with innocent curiosity.

   "These are for your own good. Wouldn't want you breaking anything," you purred as you stepped back to admire your work.

   The rope's intricate knots delicately adorned both Data's wrists. Gossamer threads of titanium woven through the fibers gave it a delicate shimmer. You had enlisted Lore's help and had searched far and wide to find a rope strong enough to hold Data.

   Under your scrutiny, Data shifted, suddenly appearing shy, uncertain. His pearlescent skin shimmered even in the low light. Kneeling between his legs, you lovingly traced his seams.

   "So beautiful…."

   Reaching for his balls, you cupped them with reverence, rolling them in the palm of your hand. You hummed with satisfaction when his now hardened cock responded by twitching, precum beading at the top. Leaning down, you flicked your tongue across the tip, drinking in the tiny drop of sweet nectar. Data's hips bucked and a small gasp fell from his lips.

   "You like that?"

   "Y…yes."

   Gone was the usually confident commander, and in his stead was this demure android…. yours to do with as you pleased. Despite his meekness, he still looked every bit a synthetic god. And you still had the need to continue to worship his body.

   Sliding your hands up his torso as you straddled him, your cunt hovering over his needy cock, you found the nearly invisible seam outlining his chest access panel. With the utmost care, you peeled it away to reveal delicate wires and lights that twinkled like stars.

   Reaching in, you found your target, a filament you knew led from his positronic net to his groin. With lustful intent you ran the tip of your finger torturously slow down the length of it. A slightly staticky sensation sent shivers up your spine. Data's head fell back as his mouth gaped, his half-closed eyes nearly hidden by long pale lashes.

   Following the filament down, you found a cluster of wires connected to what served as his prostate. Entangling your fingers in them, you moved them rhythmically, pulling the most beautiful sounds from Data's lips. His wrists twisted in an unavailing attempt to break free from his binds, his needy cock thrusting up, trying to meet your cunt. When you lifted up just out of reach, Data's eyes opened fully to meet yours with a pleading gaze.

   "I need…..I need…please !"

   "Please what?"

   Before he could answer, you tugged gently at some wires with your other hand while you played with his prostate. You watched as he writhed beneath you, keening.

   "Look at you, falling apart so beautifully for me. And what a lovely song you sing while I play your wires like an instrument. But you didn't answer my question, love. Please what?"

   "Please….I need…. I need to be inside you. Please, please. "

   Data's voice cracked with desperation, the normally stoic android like putty in your hands as he squirmed and begged. Teasingly, you lowered yourself just enough for your cunt to engulf the tip of his cock, your fingers finding more wires to play with. Whimpering, he tried again to thrust up.

   "My poor Data, so desperate for me. I suppose I will have mercy on you."

   A sigh of relief escaped his perfect lips as you sank down the length of him. Your hands worshiped his insides as you rode him slowly. His body trembled as his eyes rolled back, soft sounds of bliss spilling forth from him.

   When you gently pushed your hand through wires and struts to find his central pump, he gasped as you curled your fingers around it. You stilled for a moment to watch it pulse, currents of electricity flowing from it, caressing your flesh like a lover's kiss. You felt your pulse syncing with his. Holding his literal heart in the palm of your hand, you were struck by how freely he has given it to you, trusting you to treasure it….guard it.

   He whimpered when you moved again, this time picking up the pace. His hands twisting in his bonds when you caressed some wires while fucking him.

   "Look at me, Data. I want to see your eyes as you fall apart."

   Golden eyes peered through a veil of delicate white lashes, soft gasps and moans escaping his pursed lips. Unable to hold back, he rocked up into you, his cock twitching, crying out as loads of fluids spilled forth to wash your insides in a torrential flood. You followed soon after and with your body clenching around him, your orgasm was pulled from you.Collapsing against him, your hand still cradling his heart, you nuzzled his neck.

   "My beautiful Data…."

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Everything was perfect. Your quarters were regulation sparkling, soft lighting at 47% luminance, dinner on the table. Real dinner, even. A pot roast you cooked with your own two hands and all the fixings!

You turned in your kitten heels and enjoyed how the hem of your tangerine dress floated out from your body as you set Songs for Swingin’ Lovers! on the turntable before uncorking the wine and letting it breathe for just the right amount of time before you’d hear that fateful chime. All this set dressing primed you for the scene to come, and you worried your lip at the thought your excitement would give the game away too soon.

Your heart skips a beat as you hear the doors slide open, both fear and anticipation. You plaster on your best smile as you turn to greet the man of the house.

“Darling! Welcome home! How was your shift?” You moved effortlessly to relieve him of his PADD and kiss his cheek in practiced routine.

“Nothing notable to report, the survey of this system still proceeds apace. Though there are some candidates for further in-person study. I see you have been busy in my absence, however.” You catch the barest moment of surprise, but Data’s keen yellow stare seems to find no fault with your efforts. The slight sharpening of his features similarly told you he understood your aims. Nothing in this moment could make you happier knowing you were living up to his impeccable standards.

“Please! Take a seat, before dinner gets cold.” You pull out the chair at the ostensible head of the table and hold the bottle for his inspection. “The ‘38, Darling, like you asked.”

He nods, and you decant three fingers into the glass, taking care to leave nary a drop at the rim. You serve him, just like you are meant to, loading his plate with the right amounts of everything and a genteel smile.

Everything was going perfectly. At least, to you.

I look at you and suddenly
Something in your eyes I see
Soon begins bewitching me

The glass was halfway to his lips before he paused and turned his exacting eye on you.

“Is this the Baccarat?”

Your gut seizes. Legitimate fear.

“N-no, dear, I put out the LaLique.”

“Tell me, then, what I have done to earn such disrespect in my own home?” He moves to stand, and suddenly a few centimeters height difference feels like towering meters.

“I didn’t realize you wanted— I’ll get them right— please, Darling, I—”

“Not even the correct glass for a Pinot Noir.” It shatters on the wall behind him into sparkling glass confetti and a stain on the bulkhead. Data doesn't have to raise his voice for your blood to run cold.

“All I ask is for is a modicum of perfection and respect. I slave away all day at my post, for us, only to come back to a slovenly home and spouse that cannot tell the simple difference between a Pinot Noir and a Cabernet Sauvignon.”

“I’m sorry, please, I didn’t mean—!”

“You will be sorry, once I am through with you."

It's that old devil moon
That you stole from the skies
It's that old devil moon in your eyes

Something about the way his face hardened made you throb, even while he held you by the throat, pearls digging into the delicate flesh at your neck.

“At least a wife is good for one thing,” he muses darkly, before throwing you down to the table and hitching up your dress. Your head narrowly misses landing square in the mashed potatoes.

“No, please the nylons—!”

But he’s already ripped the seat out from them, holding you open with his thumbs. He gives a disapproving hum at what he finds, before a thick glob of biofluid spit starts to ooze down your quivering folds.

“Cannot even muster the decency to be ready for me. Remind me again, why I ever decided to marry such a defective wife.”

You’re already soaked from anticipation, but the twist of his knife makes your guts jump. One hand pinning your shoulders to the table, the scrape of his belt and the soft rustle of fabric herald his rod of discipline, throbbing and full. He runs the head through his own spit. Small mercies.

You and your glance
Make this romance too hot to handle
Stars in the night
Blazing their light can't hold a candle

Data’s thrust is precise and cruel, punching air from your lungs in a half-aborted keen, but it’s his ruthless pace that drives you into the table. You scrabble for purchase, but all hundred kilos of him came to bear against you.

“A wife will submit to her husband in all ways.” One of Data’s fists winds in your hair and pulls your head off the table by centimeters. “And she will be joyfully available to him.”

Fuck, if he wasn’t scrambling your insides right now in the best way you’d be playing along better. The table bites into your thighs as each claiming stroke buries his cock to the hilt. A slight cant to his hips sends his cock scraping down across that patch of you that makes you reflexively howl. The will to resist evaporates.

“Ah, that is right. I married a wanton whore, only good for one thing.”

Spearing into you with vengeance, he reinforces exactly where you belong in the hierarchy: beneath him. Taking every brunt of him with a smile and a “yes, sir!”

And you'd be lying to yourself if that’s not exactly where you wanted to be.

The resounding slap of bioplast to skin is frenzied, faster and faster and faster until he’s almost a blur, until he stops top dead center. Data’s fingers release your hair to dig down into you hips as he grunts. You count four hot pulses flooding your core before he pulls out and lets himself leak to the floor. A sharp smack to your ass jolts you from the delirious edge, followed by a yanking your hem back down over your claimed cunt. Pulling you by your hair yet again, he spins and sets you on your knees in front of him, gesturing to the gush of biofluid starting to sink into the low nap of the carpet.

“Clean up your mess, properly this time. Like a whore should.”

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You and your crewmates unrolled tarps and unpacked cooking supplies as the waning light streamed through the forest canopy. Starfleet-issue tents sprouted out of the ground like a fairy circle of fresh mushrooms. Fidgeting with a bag of soil you had collected, you wondered if you and Data could get away with setting your tent up further away from the others. Unfortunately, there was no practical reason to do so, and covering less ground for your campsite disturbed less of the alien forest you were working to study and protect. You would simply have to be quiet, or wait to fulfill your growing urges until after the week-long backpacking research trip.

Your eyes involuntarily wandered over to Data, who had crouched down to blow into a lit campfire. He’d taken off his uniform shirt, and his black undershirt hugged his sculpted frame. You had to steady yourself against the nearest tree as you watched his pearlescent biceps glisten in the firelight. Feeling your eyes on him, Data looked up at you from his position on his hands and knees. His eyes radiated such an intense hunger that you had to look away in order to avoid doing something indecent in front of the other researchers.

“Lieutenant” said Data, his stern but professional tone in stark contrast with the lightning-flashes of lust in his eyes. He rose to his feet and began to throw some chopped vegetables into a pot over the fire.

“Yes, Sir,” You stood a little straighter, trying your best to uphold Starfleet professionalism.

“I am preparing sustenance for the crew and require your feedback,” said Data, stirring the simmering pot.

You blinked, glancing around. Everyone else had finished setting up the tents, and were focused on sketching alien plants, gathering moss samples, and poring over maps. You knelt beside Data, registering the intense heat radiating from both the campfire, and from the android himself.

“You’re very warm. Are you OK… Commander?” You asked.

Data fixed you with that same gaze that had nearly paralyzed you from several meters away. You slumped onto a pile of folded fabric you realized was Data’s uniform top. Had he placed it there intentionally? “Field research suits you,” said Data, leaning forward, his voice lowering. One of his hands barely brushed your thigh. He breathed in deeply, “Witnessing the wonder in your eyes when surrounded by undiscovered flora is utterly mesmerizing."

Your breath hitched, fighting the overwhelming need this man instilled in you. If you two had been alone, by now you would be… No. You couldn’t afford to think like that.

Three centimeters. That was the exact distance between your lips and his. Your head tilted on instinct.

Data grabbed the back of your head and slipped a spoonful of soup into your mouth.

“Now swallow it,” he commanded as the bright, refreshing blend of herbs and spices hit your tongue. You obeyed without question. Data leaned in close enough for his lips to brush the shell of your ear. You weren’t quite sure if you imagined him whispering, “Very good,” under his breath.

You spent the rest of the evening to simply enjoy good soup and good conversation. That wasn’t exactly difficult. Data and Lore had both studied your preferences and cooked for you back when you needed to eat, and you could still appreciate their cooking now. Just the faintly-glowing lichens dangling from the tree branches all around you provided hours worth of fascinating conversation. It was, however, difficult to try and ignore the memory of Data’s hand cupping the back of your head earlier, or the way his golden eyes seared into you.

“I think I’m going to turn in a little early tonight,” you announced, slinking to your tent.

Data would probably entertain everyone a little while longer, so you had time to work your feelings out of your system before you acted on them in a way you'd regret later.

Tearing off your uniform, chilly night air brushed against your naked skin. You took a deep breath, relishing the cool cocktail of chemicals from soil bacteria and wet moss that filled your overheated lungs. The glowing lichen outside the thin membrane of the tent bathed your body in a faint violet light as you ran your hands down your bare chest. Just a little bit of relief, and you were sure you could control yourself during this trip.

Trying to tune out Data explaining the chemical reaction causing the lichen's glow to the rest of the crew a few meters away, you slid your fingers between your legs, holding back a gasp at how good even that slight amount of friction felt. Copious amounts of biofluid already covered your hand; you began to rub your fingers in small, slow circles around your clit. A tide of pleasure started to rise through your body from even that modest pace. You sighed, realizing how badly you’d needed this all day. The afterimage of Data’s ravenous stare burned itself into your brain, and you rubbed your clit faster, your abdominal muscles tightening.

A huff escaped your throat. This felt good, but thinking about Data while touching yourself wasn’t enough. You needed him to press you into your sleeping mat below, your legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth biting into your neck. It wasn’t enough to cum onto your fingers, you needed to cum around his cock.

You picked up the pace as the conversation nearby diffused into laughter, knowing you’d have to make do with just your hand. This was the only way you knew you’d stay quiet, the only way you could gain a semblance of control over the intense lust burning inside of you so you could stay professional and focus on this research trip, the only way you knew wouldn’t disrupt or inconvenience anyone. Your face contorted, the wave that had been building now receding before it could fully crest.

The sudden tearing of the tent’s zipper ripped you back to your senses. Everything left your mind except the sudden realization of just how vulnerable and exposed you were. How could you have forgotten that anyone could interrupt you with the simple tug of a zipper? You threw a blanket over your naked body in a mindless panic.

“Please do not delay your climax on my account,” said Data, “Or did you forget that I can hear how wet you are for me?”

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The blanket dropped to reveal your naked body to your husband. As the initial shock of being interrupted while pleasuring yourself faded, frustration started to simmer inside you. “Sorry Data, but I’m afraid that if I keep going while you’re here, I won’t be able to control myself.”

Data closed the distance between you two. You bit your lip as your breasts pressed against your husband’s shirt, breathing in the scent of soil and wood smoke.

“Why do you believe you must control yourself?” Data asked gently, pulling back to study your face. His eyes gleamed in the near-total darkness, giving the impression of a faint halo around his head. 

You looked away. “This research mission is really important. I’m afraid that if I mess it up, I could jeopardize this whole planet-wide conservation project.”

Data’s arms tightened around you. A couple of tears escaped your eyes, but the deep pressure of your husband’s embrace managed to slow your racing artificial heart. You stayed in the hug for several seconds, slowing your breathing to match Data’s like he’d taught you to do whenever you were anxious. 

After a moment, Data spoke in a soft voice next to your ear. “You were extraordinary today. This research station is quite fortunate to have your assistance. Nothing you do will negatively impact their project. Of that, I am certain,” Data wiped the tears from your cheeks.

You hugged him again, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders that you hadn’t realized you'd been bearing all day. “Thank you,” you said, planting a kiss on his neck.

A groan escaped Data’s lips in response, his whole body tensing. His hands slid down your back until they cupped your ass, and he pulled your hips toward him so you were straddling his waist. The ripples of pleasure returned as your pussy rubbed against his growing erection.

“Data,” you panted as you grinded against him, “I need this,” you pulled him into a deep kiss. Data groaned quietly into your mouth as your biofluid soaked through his pants.

He began removing his shirt. “You do,” he agreed, his whisper sharpening, “As do I,” he started trailing his kisses along your jawline. When his mouth reached your earlobe, the feeling of his tongue and teeth on your skin sent a shiver down your spine. You moaned involuntarily.

As soon as you heard the sound you’d made, you covered your mouth and scooted away from Data. You eyed the fabric separating you from the outside world, so thin that outlines of the plantlife around you carved silhouettes against the faint purple glow. “I don’t know if I can keep myself quiet. I don’t want to disturb any-”

Data flipped you onto your back, pinning you to the ground beneath his hips. Your own body betrayed you, arching into him to chase the stimulation you so desperately needed. Data’s lips collided into yours, his tongue diving into your mouth to stifle your gasps.

“You do not need to worry about keeping quiet or controlling yourself,” Data promised between kisses. His mouth descended to your breasts. One hand rolled a thumb over your nipple, while the other hand clamped over your mouth. “Allow me to take care of that for you.” His tongue moved across the other nipple in a languid swirling motion before flicking against it more rapidly. “Would you find that satisfactory?” 

You nodded, barely able to move your head beneath his hand. You rubbed yourself against his hardened dick, the friction about to push you over the edge.

Data removed his mouth and hands. “I must be able to ascertain your desire with utmost certainty.”

“Yes, Data,” you whispered, unable to keep the neediness out of your voice, “Please.” You rocked your hips against him again as you begged.

Data’s golden eyes rolled back as you grinded on his cock, static crackling into his words. “Please what? I require a precise verbal confirmation, my love,” he instructed.

You grinded against him harder, watching him struggle to keep his composure as you rubbed against his still-clothed cock. “Please… please take control of me, fuck me until I forget who and where I am.”

For a brief moment, Data removed himself from your embrace and field of view. When he returned, he knelt over you, the hazy violet glow from outside the tent barely illuminating his completely naked body. You marveled as the light shimmered over his pale bioplast, the interplay of shadows and the faint golden glow from his eyes against the deep purple radiating etheriality.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured.

His eyes travelled up and down your body, drinking in every detail as if he hadn’t seen you naked thousands of times before. “Divinity incarnate,” he sighed.

Without warning, the gentle admiration in Data’s eyes turned feral. His hand clamped over your mouth again. He began to kiss your inner thigh. You whimpered into his hand at the feeling of his mouth against your sensitive skin.

The tip of Data’s tongue brushed against your clit. After all the teasing and sexual frustration, even that slight amount of attention was enough to light up all your sensory processors. Your chest heaved as Data’s tongue flickered against your sensitive bundle of receptors.

He looked up at you as your pleasure started to peak, flattening his tongue and dragging it up and down. This was it. You were on the verge of collapse, completely at his mercy. As he began to suck on your clit, a scream of ecstacy simmered in your throat. You suppressed it to the best of your ability. It left your mouth as a soft squeak.

Data withdrew his mouth. The sudden lack of stimulation so close to your release brought tears to your eyes. You shot him a look of crazed indignation from beneath his hand.

Data removed his hand from your mouth, but still pinned your hips to the ground with his own.

He bent down to whisper in your ear, “What did I say about you needing to control yourself?”

“What- Data… Dataplease,” Was all you could reply.

“Very good,” Data purred. One of his hands grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head. “Now I shall proceed to fuck you until you lose control of your cognitive and motor functions, and you do not need to worry about suppressing your reactions. Understood?”

A shaky breath escaped your mouth as Data began to slowly drag his fully-erect cock against your still-sensitive clit. Your mind reeled. “But what if-- ahh,” you panted as he picked up speed, “Un-- ohfuck-- Understood, Command—AH-”

Data clamped his remaining hand over your mouth. At the same time, he stuffed his cock all the way into your cunt in a single thrust. Data seemed to have read your mind. After all of that sexual frustration, teasing, and denial, you didn’t want him to be slow and gentle. You needed him to pound you into the moss and peat until you were one with the soil.

Data’s eyes rolled back as he stretched out your pliant walls, growling quietly through gritted teeth. He pulled all the way out of you, then rammed back inside with a force that jolted your senses. His hand swallowed the deep moan he’d pulled from you as his hips snapped up and down at a rhythmic pace. His thrusts were slow, but so deep and relentless that it felt like he’d tear you apart.

“Your capacity to take my cock is remarkable,” he panted in your ear, his staticky voice growing distorted with need. You stared into his eyes, realizing you weren’t the only one who’d been struggling to control themselves all day. 

You squeezed your pelvic floor muscles around his thick length and flicked your tongue against his palm to mirror the way he’d teased your clit earlier. Data let out a hiss of static and steam that may have been a whimper, drilling down into you more rapidly. A few strands of hair fell into his face.

The increased tightness heightened the rapid friction of Data's cock pounding your insides. You stared up at him as he continued to thrust against the spot where you needed it most, your vision starting to glitch until all you could see were two bright pinpoints of golden light searing into you. Blurry warnings popped up around your HUD. Even if you were able to pay attention to them now, the tightening coil of desire inside of you rendered them irrelevant.

Your walls continued to tighten around him, involuntarily this time. You groaned into Data's hand. He began to slow and deepen his thrusts again, allowing you to fully savor each movement. Indulgent tidal waves crashed into your body each time he sank into your heat.

Data's hand left your wrists. They lay above your head, motionless, your motor function seemingly disabled in the deluge of pleasure. His hand travelled down to your clit, rubbing it without changing his pace or depth. More pinpoints of light appeared above, the glow lichen seeming to burn hypnotic lavender fissures into the tent's fabric. That last bit of stimulation was all you needed.

You cried into Data's hand, your cunt clenching around his cock. What you could hear of your muffled moan was distorted and full of static like Data's voice had been. The lights around you faded until once again, you could see Data's golden eyes growing unfocused as his molten cum filled you.

The two of you leaned against each other, reeling from the intensity of the experience you'd just shared. Once you were able to move again, your hand found his, and you gave it a squeeze. Data squeezed it back, meeting your eyes. A wicked grin spread over your face. You began tracing your fingers over his chest. It wasn't like either of you needed to sleep.

"I think this is going to be an excellent research trip," you whispered.

"Undoubtedly," Data agreed, pulling you in for another kiss.

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“What you got there?”

Lore gazes up from his padd to see what is in your hand.

“Oh, just something for the weekend,” you reply airily, waving the mystery package and giving him a sly wink.

The tiniest trace of a frown crosses the surly android's features. Nevertheless you know that his curiosity is piqued.

Sure enough he puts down the padd, gets up from his seat and grabs the packet from you. He quickly examines it but is disappointed to find it contains 2 courgettes.

“What the actual fuck? Cucurbits?”

“Yes, one for Saturday and one for Sunday.”

“Huh?”

Now he's seriously confused, but you do not elaborate.

“Wait and see,” you reply evasively and placing the courgettes in the cool box next to the replicator, you leave for your duty shift.

***

Saturday evening soon arrives. You have said nothing more about the courgettes and Lore already assumes you plan to use them to cook some revolting Human concoction and he'll be coerced by you into some gross romantic dinner.

‘Well fuck that,’ he mutters inwardly.

The hours pass and when you do arrive back at your shared quarters, Lore notices that you appear animated and rather excited about something but to his relief no food is being prepared.

“You seem very upbeat,” he remarks casually.

You smile but say nothing and head for your bedroom.

When you reappear garbed in your best lacy lingerie, Lore is surprised to see you head for the cool box and take out one of the 8 inch long fruits, which you focus on in a curiously salacious manner.

Dimming the lights you slink over to Lore, tracing suggestive lines down his chest with the green cucurbit. He conjectures that you're creating the prelude to something horny but what exactly has him totally bamboozled.

“Lore…” you purr in your best seductive tone.

“Uh…yes?” His neural net is firing with a chaotic mix of confusion, irritation and base lust. He steps back, folding his arms across his chest, glancing suspiciously at the courgette.

“I hope you do not expect me to - “

You cut him off playfully, easily reading his thoughts.

“No I don't,” you reply with an enigmatic smirk.

And with that you arrange yourself elegantly on the couch, and proceed to peel off your lingerie. To Lore’s astonishment you lie back, legs apart and guide the courgette into your already slickened slit.

“What the actual fuck?” he exclaims.

His face is an absolute picture, and if it were possible you were sure he'd be flushed with stupified rage.

His voice lowers to a hiss, “I don't believe I'm seeing this. Cuckolded for a fucking cucumber?”

As you allow the courgette to slide further in, you smile at him coquettishishly. You are enjoying the experience and it clearly irks him, but you are equally pleased to note the telltale bulge straining against his tight black pants.

You don't succumb to his charms however. Instead you offer him a show of lustful self-indulgence, writhing wantonly and punctuating your display with contrived oohs and aahs.

Lore is so stunned that he remains rooted to the spot, eyes wide in silent disgust until you tumble over the edge, shuddering and clenching around the cucurbit with determined ardour.

Once you come down, you unsheath the now rather limp fruit with a slurp and a satisfied hum. Lore is still transfixed, refusing to believe what he sees. He is literally lost for words, something that is a first for him.

“Haha, I guess I've hammered this a bit, eh?” you remark with a lewd chuckle, tossing the ruined fruit into the recycling chute.

This is the trigger to snap Lore out of his fugue, he's seen enough of this nonsense and it's payback time. In a nanosecond he's upon you, pinning you to the couch. An apprehensive thrill shoots through you, relishing the danger and the promise of what will unfold.

Lore’s mouth bends into a maleficent grin.

“No one makes a fool out of me and gets away with it - especially you,” he growls in a low, chilling tone. “So as punishment I'm gonna raw you until you can't move…”

And to your delight he makes good that promise. In fact when he finally decides he is done, after ignoring your countless pleas for respite, you are indeed left satiated but raw and exhausted. Nevertheless you're pleased with how well your first quirky little bedroom experiment has gone.

“It was worth the risk…” you sigh blissfully.

***

You wake up on Sunday morning feeling like a proverbial shuttle crash, your nether regions feel like they are on fire. You fix it with Data's medical tricorder and then get up. Cradling a mug of coffee, you search for Lore but he is nowhere to be seen. Data however is now off duty and eyeing the remaining vegetable in the cold box with intense curiosity.

“What do you intend to do with this?” He asks as you politely take it from him.

You already have a plan set firmly in your mind and you smile wickedly, "Would you like to find out?”

Data gives a bemused frown. “I am sorry I do not know what you mean?”

"Tut, tut, my sweet naive baby has a lot to learn," you reply guiefully, and taking his hand you lead him into the bedroom.

“Lie down please, on your front,” you order.

He does so obligingly.

Replicating some lube you scoot next to him and part his pert butt cheeks, slathering the lube over his tight hole.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a note of suspicion.

“Sshh Data. now just relax,” you reply soothingly.

You feel his body slacken at your gentle command. Carefully you insert the courgette, allowing him to adjust to its size comfortably.

He utters your name in a long drawn out moan as you slowly manipulate it within his supple channel.

You continue this while simultaneously lavishing his beautiful body with butterfly-soft kisses, and soon he is rutting shamelessly into the soft mattress like a cur on heat.

‘All for a courgette,’ you think blithely.

“Do you like this?” you inquire in a dusky whisper.

“Yes… I do find it extremely ...stimulating,” Data responds with sharp, staticky gasps.

Emboldened, you quicken the pace and he writhes wildly, making his vocal processor sound even more disjointed.

“Please,” he begs. “More!”

You comply, thoroughly enjoying him falling apart in front of you. You know he's close and it takes just a few more deft thrusts to send him into literal android bliss...

He lets out a resounding screech before collapsing in a spent heap, briefly going offline with the overload.

“What…was that?” He asks when he has regained some composure.

You show him the now slightly mushy remains of the courgette.

“Congratulations,” you remark smugly,

“For being successfully pegged by a cucurbit."

There is a beat of silence while he processes this.

“Hmm, most fascinating,” he answers finally, with hardly a change to his tone or deadpan expression.

And with that he is off to analyse the crap out of it.

“All part of becoming Human my love - another experience to cross off your list," you quip with an arch smile.

And draining your coffee mug you head for the sonic shower, leaving your husband to replay and analyse the events before filing them in his ever growing collection of oddball subroutines.

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“Of course, why buy the cow when you can have the milk for free, right? Idiots, couldn’t even begin to understand the benefit of having exclusive access to your favorite one.” Lore flicks the bell at your collar puckishly. “Our own Bessie,” he croons, hefting your breasts clad in a flimsy cow-print bikini, “and we don’t even need to get you pregnant to enjoy it.”

“Indeed.” A gentle hiss of the hypospray at your neck, and you let the cooling rush spread throughout your body as Data steps around to join his twin. “Though it took some experimentation to deduce the right ratio of prolactin and estrogen to facilitate rapid production.” Data lets the device clatter on the bedside table before turning back to Lore. “As well as a supporting dietary regiment. It is less demanding than pregnancy, but nonetheless still requires thorough preparation.”

“Five minutes right?” As if Lore didn’t listen to the work you’d put in for this.

“Roughly, depending on external factors.” Data’s exacting gaze turned to you, now. “You followed the prescribed regimen precisely, yes?”

“O-of course!” You bleat, “to the letter!” The stupid bell jangles as you snap upright, only furthering your blush.

“I would expect nothing less, particularly since this was your suggestion.”

“Yeah, the costume wasn’t, though,” you pout, crossing your arms sheepishly and looking in your peripheral to the ridiculous headband they made you wear, replete with floppy oval ears and nubby horns.

In the middle of your grousing, it hits you. Like the lurch of a rollercoaster dropping from that first hill, and a sudden rush of prickling tingles that runs from collarbone straight to your nipples. A heavy pressure starts to form under your chest and a strange sort of urgency follows, seeking relief. The cooling tingle of wetting fabric jolts your attention to leaking teats, and the onslaught of novel feelings cements you to the floor. Lore seizes on your confusion like any good predator.

“Hm, already soaking through our top are we? Must be nice and full already.”

Lore plucks the bow tying the scraps of fabric over your nipples and lets it hang impotently from the straps at your shoulders. Palming your swelling breast, he pinches firm nipples from underneath until a tell-tale trickle wets his fingers. His smirk widens. “Good thing Daddy’s hungry.”

He latches on, laving his tongue around your sensitive teat to scrape up every molecule of your gift before kneading and sucking at it as if he really was starving. The speed and ferocity knocks your consciousness about, but it’s his decadent groan of pleasure that weakens your knees. Like any skilled dancer, Lore maneuvers you to lie back to the bed to continue feasting on your bounty.

You crane your head up enough to see past your chest to see Data observing you like one of his xenobiology projects. A cool, unmoving stare, busy recording each of your sighs and squeals for some secret purpose. A stare only broken when an arc of milk jets though the air and leaves a dark ocher blot on his uniform top. Lore’s fingers tighten around your free nipple and adjust the angle minutely to hit his brother square in the face as he’s distracted looking at the seeping stain.

Lore tilts his head back towards him, rolling your leaking tit under his tongue as he speaks.

“Better get in here, brother, before I drink her dry.”

Data, looking all the less perturbed by Lore’s invitation, simply wipes his face with the back of his hand and samples your freshly-made cream. The only way you know he approved of your flavor was the way those saffron eyes become subsumed by endless black pupils.

“Indeed. Though it will not be my fault if you use up your side too quickly instead of savoring her.”

Data slides next to you with all the subtle power of a leopard, bending his head as if he were about to say grace over you before digging in. His tongue is just as fervent as Lore’s, however, lapping and suckling with an enthusiasm to taste this new part of you, catalog all of the proteins, sugars, and antibodies that your body would give. And when his golden lips finally capture your teat between them, you finally feel that last bit of relief you sought.

You grasp them both by the nape of their necks to ground yourself as you writhed. Two competing sets of amber eyes glow as they feed on you, supping from your holy grail. Perhaps it’s some primordial instinct, but you feel as though it’s your love given physical form and flowing into them. Organic sustaining the inorganic, a piece of you for them to keep and integrate into themselves.

You feel their rhythm start to synchronize. One pulling as the other releases; truly milking you like machines. Hands grope and squeeze in time to wring every last drop of precious ambrosia from you while their twins skate down your body in perfect coordination to pull aside your panties and see what other fluids you’ve made for them.

You can’t tell who is who anymore. One breaches your slick cunt with two easy fingers while the other rolls your clit in counter-clockwise circles at a pace just shy of preferred. Both pull and nip and nurse at you in a frenzy. Are they racing? It’s a fleeting thought, completely obliterated as they both latch hard and drink deeply from you.

It’s enough to kick you off the edge you’ve been circling and into glorious free fall. You seize and shudder pinned under their immovable bodies, arching further into greedy mouths that pull the last trickle of milk into synthetic taste receptors and nutrient extraction chambers. It’s not until your quivering finally ceases that they end their multi-pronged assault. Spent in all ways, you move to take off the silly headband and defunct bikini when Lore and Data both catch you by the wrist.

“Keep the ears on, Bessie. Did you think we’re through with you?”

“Dry cows need to be bred back into service, after all.”

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For humans, hunting wasn't a permitted practice external to simulations.

For androids, this was a different story.

Every footstep you took was punctuated by the thump of your heart against your chest, forcing the blood through your veins to coax you forward. To convince your weak, fear-riddled body to move just a little faster.

For all you knew, he could be right behind you, breathing down your neck instead of the air whipping past you as you ran. Or, perhaps, he was waiting at your destination, prepared to devour his meal as it scampered right into his open jaws.

Anything you could imagine became yet another uncertain outcome. He offered you nothing; no clues to predict your fate, no shadows cast by the light of the corridors at 0100 hours. A clever predator he was, yet where his cunning nature was normally beautiful, it had sharpened at the edges and turned on you, instead.

You dared a look behind you as you came to a stop, letting every breath rake through your being like a vicious reminder of your soon-to-come fate. There was no point in running if he wasn't running after you.

Would he stalk you gradually through every place you pranced? Was he at the other end of this corridor, slowly approaching you?

You needed to hide. That was what you needed. If he wasn't sprinting, he was merely out-thinking, trying to lure your exhausted body into a state of incapacity, and pounce upon you when it could no longer fight back.

Not that it mattered whether or not you were able to fight back.

Your safest choice was, almost certainly, the Jeffries Tubes. Out of the way, a maze of tunnels, plenty of places to escape. Or, rather, attempt to escape.

Lore was, after all, absolutely relentless.

—

The unnerving darkness of the Jeffries Tubes contrasted much too sharply to the more enticing glow of the main corridors. However, it didn't seem like you had any other choice, as turning back meant almost certain demise.

You could not risk retracing your steps, or falling into a pattern that was too easy to predict. But the ship only had so much space and, eventually, you'd have to face his lustful gaze, and hope that he treated his victims kindly.

Every resounding scrape of your knees against the metal flooring had you wincing, slowing your movements in a desperate attempt to muffle it. Unfortunately, your apprehension was beginning to surpass the limit of that which was tolerable, and your movements became sloppy. More paranoid. Less controlled.

Though your body seemed to despise the idea of settling down, your brain became otherwise disengaged. The meditation of simply crawling endlessly through the veins of the ship felt much like the motion of circulation itself. As though your heartbeat seemed to control the way you flowed continuously through it, directed you down a winding route that you'd encounter again…and again…and again…

When you hit a dead end, you thought little of it, so enraptured by the hypnotic silence that your other senses were muted. You backtracked your journey, intent to restart the rhythm, enjoy its pleasant sound as you waited for—

You froze as something brushed against your foot, before suddenly the cool press of metal against your hands disappeared completely.

"My lovely little doe…"

Though he spoke slowly, his words falling from his lips like a sigh, the realisation of his presence crashed down upon you like the weight of water.

Then you were struggling, drowning in anxiety, trying to fight against a force that effortlessly maintained itself in the face of your despair.

His laugh reverberated through you, playing your body as an instrument for his pleasure. The threat of his teeth mirrored his pride as he parted his lips, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your quivering neck. Poison seeped through the pores of your skin as he bit down, relishing in the mark he knew would be borderline impossible for you to cover up. His claim upon you was now undeniable — he had captured his prey, and intended to ravish it.

"Did you really think you could escape me, my little mouse?" He hummed against your collarbone, clearly finding sick delight in the way it drew intense shivers from you.

"Did you even want to?"

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It was unlikely that any of the other patrons of Ten Forward - enlisted crew members, repair technicians, spouses, a panel of immunologists set to meet with Dr. Crusher, one visiting Bolian diplomat - would notice Lore's hand buried in Data's trousers. Unlikely, but not impossible. The two androids never really visited the lounge without you, so when they walked in Guinan had raised her eyebrows but returned to her work without comment. Sitting at a booth in the back, where the light was dim, the black wool of Lore's sleeve was obscured against the dark waist of Data's uniform. However, casting his eyes down to his lap Data observed that any accidental flash of pale bioplast was starkly visible.

Lore barely moved, holding Data lightly. He was drawing his fingertips up and down the underside of the younger android's length, as if memorizing the ridges and texture, some of it functional, some purely aesthetic. Data longed to be stroked firmly, but he was also experiencing a sensation that seemed analogous to what he'd heard described as 'hypervigilance.' He hadn't yet committed to letting himself get hard, but found that it kept threatening to happen anyway, and the result was that he was twitching in Lore's hand as he repeatedly overrode the function.

Lore's mouth bent in a lopsided smile. "So tense. You don't think I can be discreet?" The button of Data's trousers was already undone, and the zipper threatened to lower with each pass of Lore's hand.

"This activity is contrary to discretion."

"Hm. I guess there's always a risk I'll get a little carried away." Lore studied his twin's uncertain face. "So, you want me to stop, then? Just tell me to stop and I will." His hand stilled, innocent.

Data couldn't tell if this was a threat or a reassurance, but either way, he couldn't bring himself to object. With a twitch he opened the fluid line that kept him hard and receptive, keeping closed the line that would have provided his ejaculate. He sighed in relief at the warm rushing sensation that accompanied his erection, the increased flow of conductive fluid bathing the beds of sensory neurons there and leaving him deliciously sensitive. Lore circled his thumb over the tender glans as Data stiffened alluringly in his hand, but when the expected wetness didn't appear at the tip, he rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on," he said. "You really want me to jerk off your dry dick?" One of the new engineering crew squeezed past the booth and Lore nodded pleasantly in greeting as he spoke.

Data relented just enough to provide the needed lubrication. Satisfied, Lore spread the drops with his fingertips and began lightly pulling at Data's needy length, watching the vexation on his face with amusement.

"It would be prudent… to maintain a facade of conversation," Data managed.

"We're talking right now."

"I mean to say - a conversation of a less private nature."

"OK. Go ahead. What do you want to talk about?" Lore's hand moved a little faster, and Data found he was speechless. Lore's smile widened. Rendering Data speechless was one of his favorite activities. He let his hand fall still for a few agonizing moments, then gripped Data tighter again, giving him lush pulls that made Data's jaw drop, until finally slipping his hand lower to close around his taut balls. Data didn't gasp, but he did startle, eyes widening, at the exact moment that one of the servers appeared, asking them uncertainly if they wanted anything to drink. Lore was silent, leaving Data with the task of politely declining and turning him away while Lore tugged at him, eager.

The soft choking sound Data made as he came was drowned out by the chatter of patrons and the clinking of glassware. Lore wished it wasn't.

After his fists unclenched and a short defrag was executed, Data nodded briskly. "Four minutes and eleven seconds," he reported. "Impressive, but I believe I can surpass this benchmark." He was reaching into Lore's lap.

"Wait a minute," Lore objected. "All you said was that you didn't think I could get you off in Ten Forward without being noticed. And I did. You can't change the goalposts like that. And we never said anything about getting me off."

Data arched a brow and cocked his head, as if to say "Shall I desist?" His hand paused at the fly of Lore's trousers, hovering over the rapidly swelling bulge.

Lore's mouth twisted, but he shrugged and made no move to stop him. With a tiny nod, his expression mild, Data thumbed open the fastener.

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    " Is this necessary?"

   " Lore, you promised . Now hold still." 

   You chide Lore as you carefully apply the black eyeliner around his eyes. When you are done, you step back to survey Lore. He stands in the center of the room in a crop top that showed off his chiseled abdomen, and a micro skirt that was so short that his balls and the tip of his heavy cock showed. The eyeliner accented the yellow of his eyes, somehow adding to the intensity of his venomous glare. On his lips was a shade of lipstick, appropriately named "Beautiful Nightmare", for it was a purple so dark it bordered on black. Rounding out his ensemble was a pair of spiked heels.  

*Swoosh*

   Turning at the sound of the door, you grin when you see Data walk in. He stops in his tracks looking between Lore and the pole in the center of the room, before fixing a confused gaze upon you. You look at him with adoration as you approach him, hugging him.

   " Welcome home, Data. You're just in time for the show."

    " Inquiry - does this 'show' involve my brother and that pole?"

    You nod with unbridled enthusiasm, tugging at his hand, pulling him to the sofa.

    " Sure does! He's going to do a pole dance."

     " Hmm. Intriguing. Please proceed, brother, I am curious to see this ….show."

   " Now wait a damn minute, kitten. I'm not about to twirl around that pole with Data here. It's bad enough he sees me wearing this ridiculous outfit!"

   "What's wrong, Lore ? Are you afraid? Maybe this is too hard for you? Maybe Data would be happy to take your place. I bet he could work a pole better than you…of course then he'll get the reward, not you."

    Because Lore couldn't resist a challenge,you knew how to to play into his ego, turning it to your advantage. You slid your hand across Data's thigh to his crotch as you spoke. You started massaging it while keeping your eyes on Lore. Data gasped softly and you could feel him harden beneath your hand. Lore's mouth curled down in displeasure . 

  " I would happy to take your place, Lore."

    "No! " Lore interjected in a snippy tone

    Suddenly, an idea formed in your head. 

    " I have an even better idea. What if you both show me what you can do? The winner gets to do whatever he wants with my body ."

   The brothers eyed each other, sizing each other up, weighing wether or not they held a chance against the other. Turning to you , both wearing looks of confidence…though Lore's was full of arrogant self assuredness while Data's was more quiet…subtle. Lore spoke up, in a cocky voice.

    "Deal."

    While Data stripped down to his tank top and boxer briefs, Lore turned towards the pole. He looked back over his shoulder at you, his eyes burning with lustful promise. Seeing you squirm under his heated gaze, he smirked. With cat-like agility and grace, he jumped up, grabbing the pole with his strong arms. Hooking a leg around the pole, he released his hands and leaned back until he was hanging upside down.You felt a wave of desire wash over you when both his skirt and his cock flopped upside down. Though it seemed to you, that his cock was like a compass, pointing to his heart. His eyes met yours, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. 

   Looking at Data , he crooked a beckoning finger. Data pulled his tank top off as he joined Lore. As they twirled about the pole, you were struck by the beauty of their lithe, athletic bodies. Watching them, you could feel your arousal building. 

   After a few more moves, they both alighted from the pole, gracefully landing on their feet. Going to all fours they crawled towards you in a manner that reminded you of predators stalking prey. At your feet, they sat back on their haunches, Data's expression angelic and sweet, while Lore's was intense, his eyes flaming.

    " Choose," Lore growls.

    You got up from your spot and circle them. How could you choose who was better? Each brought their own flair. Lore was raw, sensual; while Data was graceful, beautiful. Stopping behind them, you trail your fingers down Data's back, delighting in seeing him quiver. You reach over to tug Lore's hair, pulling his head back. 

   " I choose ….. both."