Received: from [66.218.66.27] by n23.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 20 Jun 2004 03:07:58 -0000 X-Sender: asc-l@ix.netcom.com X-Apparently-To: ascem-s@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 93820 invoked from network); 20 Jun 2004 03:07:57 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.166) by m21.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 20 Jun 2004 03:07:57 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO barry.mail.mindspring.net) (207.69.200.25) by mta5.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 20 Jun 2004 03:07:57 -0000 Received: from h-66-167-56-52.phlapafg.dynamic.covad.net ([66.167.56.52] helo=katiedell.ix.netcom.com) by barry.mail.mindspring.net with esmtp (Exim 3.33 #1) id 1BbsgW-0005iM-00 for ascem-s@yahoogroups.com; Sat, 19 Jun 2004 23:07:56 -0400 Message-Id: <5.2.1.1.2.20040619231233.02dd32e0@pop.ix.netcom.com> X-Sender: asc-l@popd.ix.netcom.com X-Mailer: QUALCOMM Windows Eudora Version 5.2.1 To: ascem-s@yahoogroups.com X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 207.69.200.25 From: ASC Archive Team MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2004 23:14:41 -0400 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TNG SluFF "Pleasures" [NC-17] Data/various Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ELNK-AV: 0 Warning - Acidqueen writing TNG MU - Warning Proceed at your own risk ;) ***** Title: Pleasures Author: Acidqueen Series: TNG - MU Pairing: Data/Picard, Data/Worf, Data/Troi, Data/LaForge, Data/Yar; Q POV Rating: NC-17, bdsm, nasty Summary: In the MU, Data accepts his nature. Archive: SluFF, my own website at http://www.syredronning.de , ASCEM, all others ask, please. Acknowledgement: Thanks to jm for beta'ing! All remaining errors are mine. *** I haven't many hobbies. For a Q, that is. My favorite one has been watching humans (and taming them, like mon petit capitaine), but lately I find there is another one who catches my eyes - Data, our unique android. I'd found him a tad boring until the day he'd finally realized his one and utmost strength and used it to his advantage. The over-emotional, underdeveloped rack of circuits called Lore didn't stand a chance against him. And the disbelieving look in his eyes as Data sold him off to the Imperial Agency for analyzing was priceless. From then on, I've kept an eye on him. Of course I don't need this laughable Tantalus screen behind the fake French oil painting, a toy frequently used by my little plaything. I could be with Data anytime I want to. But I prefer to stay on at arm's length, because he's good. He's actually good enough to make me watch his experiments with humans, instead of doing my own. Because, horriblement, I have to admit that he's better than I am. When I dominate them, I do it with heart and soul, a little humor on the edges. I guess I see them rather fatherly most of the time, like with my little pet. I can't really harm them. They're too much of an amusement. But he, he doesn't care. Of course. Why should he? For him, empathy is a seven letter word of which he knows 723 translations, but never its meaning. He'll never feel what pain he causes, will never share the delicious shame he makes them cringe in. And, for some weird reasons that I fail to understand, it's exactly this cold, distanced, unmoved kind of master they want when they line up at his door, lemmings strolling into their self-made hell. Of course they're aware that he can't kill them. (I could, and did, from time to time. I bet it didn't do my reputation much good. But a God doesn't care about that.) He has his limits, and that is all the security they need to come back. But there are so many ways to hurt, and he learns them over time, while I watch him grow. I don't often look when Worf's with him, this monstrosity in genetic design and fake heroics. I even tend to add a little bit of extra pressure from afar when he pushes the pain stick deep into the Klingon's side. Worf's wails are impressive, always making his hate of humans spill out of his teeth like a puking flow. Once he'd torn the chains, but he didn't stand a chance against Data's strength. Probably just one more reason to come back. I also don't care much for Geordi. I mean, anyone can see that Data's doing a pity job with that ridiculous guy. It takes nothing more than to take away the VISOR, and you're getting an unsure, shaky little bundle that's simply crying for abuse. And what fun is that? You can tie him up, but you can just as well place him in a corner and let him wait for three hours, while you're banging others. Boring. I tend to look closer when he's doing Deanna. Poor, little, underfucked Deanna. I know best exactly where Riker gets his dick up, but it's never with her. And so he doesn't mind letting Data do the job for him, first beating her up, then fucking her thoroughly. She's always much more relaxed after it. Not so tight-assed. Naturally, I look closest when my little pet joins the row of the damned. His whimpers when Data takes him without any preparations always remind me that I tend to forget about this stretching concept. Alright, I could snap my fingers and do it. But Jean-Luc's trying to prove to himself that he's still a man (which of course always fails, but is that my fault?), and so he has to suffer a bit. Tsk tsk. I shake my head as Data oversteps the boundaries of good taste. But I can see my puppy loves it, and I'm more than a little jealous. So I drift in the timeline until I see another scene. Tasha Yar, soft little pussy with an impressive ass - if I were into women; I really thought Data liked her. But Riker wanted her dead and, although I'm mastering the captain, I leave the ship's business largely untouched. So poor Tasha signed up for a play that started with Data fucking her thoroughly and ended with the XO smashing her head - what comic tragedy. Unusually bloody business, too, but his visually challenged house slave cleaned it up perfectly. A moment to remember... I stop musing about life onboard the Enterprise when the door opens and Jean-Luc comes in, slightly knock-kneed. With a flick of my wrist I undress him and heal his torn ass. Then I remember I've got to do something about that stretching thing, and add a big plug. I see him wince and I feel with him. I guess, my little android, I still have the more fulfilling life after all. ***** Messages from this list are mirrored on the ASCEM newsgroup. 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