Chapter Three; Potior
Potior. Verb. 1. Control. 2. Possess. 3. Reign over. 4. Seize. 5. Win Sexually.
"Now, open your mouth."
Data closed his eyes and did as he was told. The ache and throb of the vicious cuts convinced him that Fajo was sincere in his declaration; he cared nothing for Data, and would do whatever he wanted to him. Data rationalised that his best chance was to submit for now and bide his time.
He felt two of Fajo's stubby fingers slide over his tongue, rasping backwards and forwards. He analysed the chemical components of the secretions on the Zibalian's skin to try and distract himself from the squirming digits probing his palate, feeling his teeth. He breathed through his nose and tried to quell the rising disgust.
"Suck."
Data's lips closed over the fingers and he used his tongue to push the digits to the roof of his mouth before pulling them firmly towards his throat. He heard the Zibalian sigh, and felt the hand tremble.
"Good, that's enough." Data opened his mouth and let Fajo withdraw his fingers. He had thought momentarily about biting, wondered whether he was still quick enough and strong enough to destroy those probing fingers, but he dismissed the idea as impractical. Fajo would probably deactivate him, but potentially not before brutalizing him again, and he had to stay active if he was to stand any chance of escaping.
"That... that was very erotic." Murmured Fajo. Data opened his eyes to look down his nose at the Zibalian, who was examining the shining film of synthetic saliva coating his fingers. He looked at the android and reached up to slowly smear the viscous fluid over Data's face, tracing his golden lips with glistening moistness. Fajo shivered with delight as Data closed his eyes again and turned his head to the side to try and evade those slick fingers.
"Marvellous." Breathed the Zibalian, his pupils dilated. He stepped in to press himself chest to chest with the android, noting how the golden eyes evaded his, and the shimmering imitation skin trembled. Fajo ran his fingertips down the android's sides, and Data drew a sharp breath through his teeth at the shock of such an intimate gesture.
"You've been touched like this before, yes?" Murmured Fajo, tracing the white-gold abdominal muscles and watching the play of the micro-hydraulics underneath as Data shivered.
"Yes."
"Hmm..." Fajo purred, and abruptly dropped his hands to stride away and seat himself on the couch, one leg atop the crimson cushions. Data could see that the Zibalian was aroused, and the sight of Fajo's burgeoning erection bulging through his clothes made his breathing quicken in panic.
"Tell me..." Fajo shifted his other leg up on the couch. "Have you ever been with a man before?"
"... Yes."
Fajo giggled and drummed his feet on the cushions. "Delightful! What have you done?"
"I do not understand."
"What sex acts? How many, which ones?" Fajo's eyes were bright and wide, and he let one hand drift down to caress himself. Data tried to quell his rising dread and bit back the shame that was welling up.
"Kissing, deep kissing, frottage, mutual masturbation, and fellatio."
Fajo purred and stretched with pleasure. "Wonderful. I assume you're good at it. I mean, you're programmed, right? So, why no penetrative intercourse?" The Zibalian's tongue flicked out as he licked his lips. Data shivered.
"We... Our relationship has yet to..." His yellow eyes flicked from side to side as he searched for the right words. Fajo gasped and sat up.
"Oh! A relationship!" His lopsided mouth widened into a grin. "That's... that's just adorable! Who is it?"
Data frowned. "You do not know the staff of the Enterprise..."
"Oh but I do, Data. I haven't been idle, I've been doing my research! I know everyone you know. Oh! I know!" He clapped his hands onto his knees. "Twenty questions!"
Data frowned as he tried to process the abrupt shift in mood of his captor. "I do not understand."
"You don't know twenty questions? It's a game, it'll be fun!" Fajo clasped his hands close to his chest. "I want to know everything about you Data, everything! But we can start with twenty questions, and I'm going to try and work out who on that big ugly ship you're fucking. You can only answer with yes, or no, understand?"
"...Yes." A game. He was standing naked in this madman's gallery, in an unknown vessel, going who knows where, and Fajo wanted to play a game. Data swatted down his modesty subroutine again.
"Wonderful!" Fajo leaned back to rest against the spiral pillar rising out of the couch, and let his hand drift once more over his crotch. "So... he's male?"
"Yes."
"Is he human?"
"... Yes."
Fajo giggled again. "Is he... older than you?"
"Yes." At least from the point he remembered being activated.
"Oooh, interesting. Does he outrank you?"
"No."
"Do you outrank him?"
"No."
"Aww, that's no fun! I was hoping for some power play, some interesting dynamics! So, is he the one who you've been having all this naughty fun with?"
"... Yes." Data felt his breath hitch. Why was he asking all these questions? What would it matter if he knew? And why did Data desperately want to keep Geordi's identity from him? Fajo's hand was inside his pants now; Data could see the movements of his hand under the fabric as the Zibalian stimulated himself.
"But you haven't penetrated him?"
"... No."
"And..." Fajo's hand slowed, and Data watched the Zibalian grit his teeth. Fajo breathed deeply for a moment before continuing his self-ministrations. "And he hasn't penetrated you?"
"No."
Fajo locked eyes with the android. "Do you want to be penetrated?"
"Not by you."
Fajo was on his feet in an instant. He snatched up something from the couch and advanced on the android with astonishing speed. It was a different 'toy' he was brandishing this time, nothing more than a metal bar with a padded grip, but Data discovered just how effective a blunt instrument could be as Fajo swung the rod and bought it slamming into the android's stomach. Data doubled over instinctively as the blunt object sent a shock of agony through his sensors. Fajo crashed the bar into the backs of Data's knees, and the weakened android lost his balance and slammed to the floor. He barely had time to raise his arm over his face before Fajo was raining blows down on him, his duranium bones withstanding the onslaught, but his bioplast soaking up the punishment as his delicate sensors screamed pain into his mind, and he cowered on the floor as his neural net flooded with terror.
"Do. As. You're. Told. Data!" Bellowed Fajo, punctuating each word with a smash of the steel rod on the android's back, shoulders or legs. "Play. The. Game!"
He stepped back, breathing hard. The naked android was curled tightly into a ball, one arm tucked protectively over his face. Fajo stalked back to the couch and threw the rod down before slumping back into the cushions to scowl at Data.
"Get up!" He snapped, petulant.
Data pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He had promised himself that he wouldn't cry out while Fajo was beating him, but as he raised himself off the floor he realised he was making a high-pitched keening noise. He swallowed hard and tried to stop the sound, but it seemed to be a signal that was bypassing conscious thought and going straight to his vocal synthesiser. His body was trembling from the assault, hundreds of micro-hydraulic rams had ruptured under his skin and his synthetic muscles spasmed, attempting to follow the signals that were already choked and stunted by the inhibiting device. His mind was full of the howl and wail of warnings; Damage, proximity to danger, power drain, modesty, morals, ethics... And over it all, a haze of pain. Every cut, every broken hydraulic line, every damaged sensor cluster sang its own song of agony into his neural net, until he felt he might go mad from it.
"I cannot." He gasped. His chest heaved, his internal workings running hot, attempting to work through the confused muddle of conflicting processes.
"Get. Up!" Fajo barked.
Data pushed himself up, trembling with effort, his body barely under his own control. He stood, head down and shoulders stooped, panting with effort. He could see the place on his stomach where Fajo had struck him, where his circulatory system had ruptured and yellow fluid was pooling under his skin, an unsightly yellow spreading across his abdominals.
"Fajo, please... I require repair." He croaked. He raised his head to look at the Zibalian, who was scowling back at him under dark brows.
"What will you give me in return?" Fajo's lip curled.
Data closed his eyes.
"Obedience."
"If I give you the means to repair your damage, will you swear to do all that you're asked to do?"
"Yes."
"Come here."
On shaking legs, the android crossed to where Fajo sat. The Zibalian looked up at him, dark eyes glittering.
"Kneel."
Data almost fell, his knees thumping into the carpet. He raised his head to look at Fajo, pleading with his eyes. Fajo smiled.
"Prove to me that you're going to behave, and we'll get you all fixed up, good as new."
"Fix me, please. The pain is too much."
"First, proof." Fajo reached into his waistband and drew out his cock. He stroked it slowly, bringing it to fullness. He beckoned to the android and Data took over, wrapping his pale hand around the shaft. Fajo hissed in pleasure and leaned back, watching through half closed eyes.
"Suck it." He growled. Data closed his eyes and lowered his head to take the Zibalian's sex into his mouth. It tasted faintly metallic, like blood, and Data tried to concentrate his mind on a thorough chemical analysis as he felt Fajo's hands on the back of his head.
Fajo pushed the android's face into his crotch, grinding himself into Data's mouth. Data swallowed the Zibalian's cock down into his throat and Fajo gasped, his fists gripping the shining dark hair.
Data wished that he could stop recording, knew that he would now have indelibly imprinted in his memory banks every detail of this sordid encounter, the precise dimensions of the Zibalian's genitals, the chemical analysis of his smell and taste, the viscosity of his precum. Every time he recalled this instance he would be able to remember precisely how much force the tip of Kivas Fajo's cock was hitting the back of his throat with, the speed of his thrusts, and the pitch and volume of his grunting moans as Data pleasured him. Overwhelmed with pain and fear, his only thought was to do what he had to in order to end this as quickly as he could. He reached up and caressed Fajo's testicles with his thumb, cupping the balls in his palm and stroking the delicate skin with his nails. He felt Fajo's cock throb in his mouth and shuddered as a sickening wave of revulsion rolled over him. He shook the feeling off and bore down on the shaft, his tongue wrapping and caressing.
"Look at me." Fajo gasped. Data opened his eyes and looked up at the Zibalian, and the pain and fear in those shining golden orbs nearly sent Fajo over the edge. He was breathing hard now, struggling to maintain control as this magnificent machine went to work. The strong wet tongue and soft lips, the tease with the teeth, the hot depths of that constricting throat...
"Do you like this, Data?" He groaned. The android closed his eyes again, and two golden tears tracked down his cheeks.
Fajo arched back against the cushions and thrust himself into the android's throat, groaning as his orgasm ripped through him and his cock jerked in that beautiful mouth. He pressed himself into that warm wetness, gasping with the dizzying beauty of that tearstained face regarding him as he emptied his essence into it. Worth the wait, yes, worth all the frustration and trouble and Latinum to have this golden being knelt in supplication before him, and this exquisite pleasure rippling through his body in waves. He groaned again, another hot jet of cum spurting into the machine's gullet, and it swallowed it gloriously, tongue and throat squeezing his prick and sucking him dry.
He held himself there as his ecstasy waned and ebbed away, his fingers tangled in dark brown hair and his slowly softening prick in that lovely, lovely mouth. He relaxed his back, releasing the muscles gently, unwilling to let this moment end.
"Good... so good." Fajo murmured, unknotting his hands from the android's hair. Data opened his mouth and allowed the Zibalian's flaccid sex to fall free.
"Yes, very good." Fajo was breathing deeply, regaining control slowly. He reached out and smoothed Data's hair back into place, bringing his hand down to brush away the remnants of the android's tears of shame. Data's face was impassive, but Fajo could sense the turmoil, and he revelled in it. To have such a powerful being, to bring it to heel so completely... It was such a heady sensation, he was almost giddy with it.
"Fajo... please fix me." The android murmured. Fajo smiled and stretched luxuriously.
"Of course, my pretty one, of course."