Mr Data vs The Borg
by Firebird.
Chapter 04 - Lust
The Borg have reactivated me. My diagnostic program runs automatically. I open my optics and look
around to see what the situation is. I am back on my table, strapped down. The three original
tables have been replaced with one which is now horizontal. On the table strapped down spread
eagle is Counsellor Troi. Apart from the straps covering her wrists and ankles, she is completely
naked. The emotion chip senses my optical input and I am now understand what lust is.
Lacutious steps forward. "Mr Data. We have a proposition for you. Give us the Federation Defence
plans, and you may have Counsellor Troi."
"The Counsellor?" I ask.
"Yes, we offer Counsellor Troi's body and mind for you to use anyway you desire."
I admit I am tempted. The Counsellor's body is slim, firm and smooth. Apart from the mane of hair
on her head, she is hairless on her body. Her labia lips are slightly pink and her breasts are
firm and strong. The emotion chip visualises a scene where I am thrusting my android penis into
the Counsellor's body. Her breasts flow backwards and forwards with each thrust. Her body trembles
and is highly sensitive. I continue to thrust as the Counsellor calls out my name and asks for
more.
I try to cancel the visualisation. NO ACCESS! I can only ignore it.
The Counsellor is struggling against her bonds. Her efforts cause her to rest only on her buttocks
and her shoulder blades. She pulls and pushes, then with miraculous luck, her left foot escapes
the strap. Lacutious sees this and a drone immediately steps from the wall and seizes the leg. The
drone pulls it over to the left strap but does not secure the Counsellor's ankle. Instead, the
drone unhitches the right ankle allowing the right leg to be free.
Another of Lacutious's tricks I am sure, but knowing the Counsellor, a mistake.
The Counsellor reacts twisting her foot free from the drone's grip, swinging it around and with a
powerful kick, drives her heel squarely into the drone's head. I smile at the attempt however the
Counsellor only gasps in pain. The kick has no effect on the drone. He merely reaches forward and
retakes hold of the ankle and slightly spreads the Counsellor's legs.
"Is she not beautiful, Data?" asks Lacutious. "Do you not want her? To fuck her? Go on Data. Take
her now."
The straps holding me down are released. I lean forward and stand upright. Lacutious walks over
and, taking my shoulder, leads me to stand beside the Borg drone. I watch as my emotion chip
continues to provide lustful data to my processors. Is this what it feels like to be a human?
Unable to control thoughts, emotions, desires.
"Take her Data. Have her as a treat for what else is in store for you." urges Lacutious. My
emotion chip doubles then triples it's output. I'm overwhelmed with the strong sense of lustful
pleasure.
The Counsellor continues to struggle and calls out to me to help. But I cannot. She is beautiful,
powerless and within my reach. I lean forward and stroke her inside leg. Lacutious smiles. I push
past Lacutious towards the Counsellor. I encircle her breasts with my hands. They are warm and
firm. I squeeze them and the Counsellor gasps. She yells at me to stop but I will not. I play with
her nipples. Tweaking and tickling them. The Counsellor continues to order me to stop.
I turn to Lacutious and ask for another Borg drone. He complies with my request. I order the
drones to take one leg each and stand on either side of the Counsellor's shoulders. This they do,
giving me full access to the Counsellor's vagina and anus. My emotion chip is now driving my
programming. And I do not care. I desire the Counsellor in her powerless state, and I mean to
cause her great discomfort.
I push my finger into her vagina passage. The outer and inner labia lips separate easily. I insert
a second, third and forth finger. Each movement is accompanied by a gasp from the Counsellor. I
smile cruelly. I know she is not enjoying this, but she is not meant to. I slip in my thumb and
push downwards with my fist deep inside her vaginal passage. It is no effort to me android body.
The Counsellor screams and yells for me to discontinue. I do not. I will not. I push further,
stop, then pull back only to push once again. The Counsellor's vaginal walls hug my hand tightly.
From the pained look on the Counsellor's face, the pain might be more than she can bear. However,
she will bear it from me.
For the next twenty-three minutes I subject Counsellor Troi to my fist fucking her cunt. I strive
to perfect my technique by twisting my wrist, suddenly opening my fingers and withdrawing my hand,
pushing my fist back inside her again. All techniques cause the Counsellor to scream anew. I enjoy
every minute of it. I love torturing her. My hand and forearm are covered in the Counsellor's
vaginal blood.
Then I repeat the experience on her anus. The Counsellor remains conscious for only eleven minutes
and six seconds. Both her vagina and anus are bloodied and swollen. Lacutious stands all the while
watching me, studying me, envying me.
"Who is next?" I ask.
Counsellor Troi is removed from the chamber and sent back to the holding cell. A few minutes later
more drones appeared this time with Worf and the Doctor, Beverley Crusher. Worf is powerful but
the shackles holding his ankles and wrists are similar to the straps which held me. The Doctor is
forced to lean forward on the table where I fist fucked Counsellor Troi. The patches of blood on
the table cause anxiety in the doctor. Her arms are forced forward stretching her upper body, and
her feet are clamped into holes at the base of the table. A strap encircles her knees which helps
keep her legs separated.
Once secured her clothing is removed by two drones. The doctor is now completely naked, exposed
and calling for me to help. The emotion chip is exciting me. Worf screams in rage at the scene and
the humiliation of the doctor. Lacutious orders the drone to give the serum to Worf.
"What is the serum, Lacutious?" I ask.
Lacutious feeds the information to my positronic matrix. The serum is an aphrodisiac for Klingons.
It is powerful and has been enhanced by the Borg. Within a minute Worf is swaying from the serum's
effects. First it causes drowsiness, then it heightens the sexual drive of a Klingon. Worf will
have no control over his body or mind. He will only desire sex.
Worf awakens and Lacutious orders that his bonds be removed. Worf can now escape and causes untold
amounts of damage, especially to Lacutious. However the Klingon simply stares at the Doctor's
naked body. Her cunt and ass seem to be inviting him to pleasure himself. His hunger is
overpowering him and, despite all his Federation training, he cannot resist his primal urges.
Worf tears off his Federation Starfleet uniform. It took a few tries but he finally removes all
the material. I visually measure his penis and Worf is well developed, even for a Klingon. It
measures exactly forty six centimetres, and in typical Klingon style, is armoured with very rough
points made of bone along both sides. It is certainly not a length that the Doctor can take. Worf
steps up to the Doctor's behind and slowly pushes his armoured prick into the Doctor's body.
Doctor Crusher screams as Worf enters her. Suddenly the Doctor's scream ceases as her brain is
overloaded trying to deal with the huge amount of pain straining her body. Worf does not care. He
forces more of himself into her body and from my estimates, he is easily past her vaginal passage
and inside her womb.
Lacutious moves to stand beside me. We watch Worf as he thrusts deeper and deeper into Doctor
Crusher. Her face and fingers have gone white as the blood drains away from her face. Her body is
strained beyond imagination. Her head and breasts swing backwards and forwards with each Klingon
thrust. The bony points along Worf's cock tear through the inner flesh of the Doctor. I know she
won't survive this encounter. The agony she is suffering is unbearable. All I can do is watch ...
watch and enjoy the scene.
"A fact that most humans do not know about Klingons is that their sexual organs lengthen during
sex. A female Klingon has a bone shielded womb, heavier pelvis and bone strips along their vaginal
walls to protect them from the males' aggressive style of sex. However, human females do not have
this adaption."
As we continued to watch, Beverly Crusher is simply being pounded to death by Worf. Her spine had
straightened and I believe that his cock is now nearly twice as long as when I had previously
measured it. Worf, however, is still full of energy and power, I do not believe he would stop for
another hour at least. He continues his onslaught against the Doctor.
After six minutes Worf is still going strong. The Doctor however seems to be gurgling at each
thrust. Ten minutes later Worf reaches forward and takes a hold of the Doctor's breasts. Two
thrusts later, the breasts have been torn off her body. Worf simply discards them behind him and
reaches forward for the Doctor's long red hair. He encircles the strands in his hands and holds
tight. Worf continues to pound the Doctor's body. She is still alive, but I do not know for how
much longer.
Two minutes later Lacutious tells me that through the ship's sensors, they have determined that
Worf's penis is inside Doctor Crusher's oesophagus. Worf had pounded through the Doctor's womb, up
past her intestines and internal organs, through her stomach and is just about to exit her mouth.
And as we had predicted, one minute and fifteen seconds later, Worf gives one final thrust and his
penis exits from between Doctor Crusher's jaws. There he cums. Klingon cum is purple in colour.
Mixed with the Doctor's blood and internal organ fluids, it looks messy.
Worf thrusts a few more times as cum spurts out. Some of it flies the extra seven feet to land on
the Borg drones on the other side of the room. Worf roars one last time and collapses forward onto
the split doctor's body. Lacutious has both Worf and Doctor Crusher's body taken to the airlock.
There they are sent into space.
I am beginning to enjoy my experience on the Borg ship. I also have eight hundred more Enterprise
crew members to play with.
