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Chapter 6: Trapped!Zsuza put a hand on Data's arm and drew him back through the doorway out of Fanny's line of vision.
"I think I know how to handle this," she whispered. "We need to find a way to disable her. Just follow my lead. You'll have to lie, though."
He shot her a look of alarm as she said aloud, "Fanny, dear, you remember me? The – er – the doctor. Fanny, there's been a terrible mistake. It's not that boy you're meant to be looking for. It's this one here."
"Shut up, fat bitch," replied Fanny.
"Shit, I forgot," hissed Zsuza. "She only responds to male commands. You tell her, Data."
She saw Data's Adam's apple quiver as he swallowed hard.
"Fanny," he said, his voice suddenly more tremulous than usual, "apparently you have been sent to…to please me."
"Attaboy," whispered Zsuza.
"You?" Fanny sounded disappointed and looked at Wesley. "I am a gift to the white-faced one?"
Fortunately Wesley was smart enough to catch Zsuza's vigorous nodding over Data's shoulder, and he nodded warmly in assent.
"Yes, he has been looking forward to being pleasured by you," said Zsuza brightly, and with a forefinger in the small of his back she prodded an unwilling Data forwards into the lounge, motioning to him to keep his phaser out of sight.
To her horror, Data suddenly collapsed in a heap at her feet.
Zsuza looked down at the incapacitated android in terror and Wesley screamed.
"You hit his off-switch!" the boy wailed.
Fanny, however, kept the business end of her phaser pressed against Wesley's temple as she rose to her feet.
"You get over here, fat cow," she said to Zsuza. "Sit on the couch next to the baby. And hand me that phaser."
Zsuza complied. Clutching a phaser in each hand and keeping them aimed at the two humans, Fanny began sashaying backwards out of the room, giving Data's body a vicious though pointless kick as she went. Then her fluttering blue eyes caught sight of his commbadge, bent down and tugged it off his olive-green tunic. She placed the commbadge between her tiny, pearly white teeth and crunched it in two, then tossed the useless pieces on the floor.
Everything had gone wrong. Zsuza's mind raced.
"Fanny," she said desperately, as the blonde reached the door, and taking care not to express a direct command, "if you are to – to fulfil your obligations to Lt. Commander Data, surely you should reactivate him?"
Fanny stopped dead in the doorway, turned round and looked dumbly at Zsuza with her over-ripe mouth hanging open. She was clearly divided between two conflicting, powerful programs. Her self-defence program told her to leave the Starfleet Officer lying on the floor, but her overriding "revenge" program was telling her No, get him reactivated and then you can get on with the job you have been sent to do.
"OK, wake him up," she snapped sulkily. "But you two stay right where you are."
"I think I know how to switch him on again," said Wesley. Watching Fanny's disagreeably casual handling of the two phasers out of the corner of his eye, the boy crawled over the floor to where Data lay and felt with his fingers under the android's tunic. As if by magic, Data jerked back into life and leapt to his feet, taking in the situation in a flash.
"It was my fault," wailed Zsuza. "I didn't know about the off-switch."
"Shaddap, fat ugly bitch," snapped Fanny, "The kid gets back on the couch. You, bitch, close the door."
Trembling, Zsuza got up, closed the door into the hallway and was motioned with a flick of the phaser back to the couch, where she instinctively put an arm around the terrified Wesley's shoulders.
Taking off one of her ear-rings, Fanny did something to the door control which Zsuza could not quite see, but which made a grating sound. Zsuza was certain she had jammed it. They were trapped.
Juggling the phasers to one hand and keeping both aimed at her prisoners, Fanny stripped off the Starfleet uniform with the dexterity of an experienced artiste and kicked it aside. Swinging her hips, she sauntered over to Data, and pressed herself against his body. He had not forgotten his estimate of her strength based on the state of Zsuza's laboratory and discarded the idea of wrestling her to the ground. There was the danger of phaser fire in a small space to be considered, too.
"Now, honey," Fanny breathed, switching back to her little-girl voice, " it's just you and me. And you know something? You really shouldn't believe what they say about me. I'm not a bad girl. I am only here to show you a really good time," she said, ruffling his hair with the hand that was not holding the phasers. "All you have to do is tell me exactly what you like and darlin', I'll do it."
And with exquisite tenderness she began licking his ear. Keeping the phasers trained on Zsuza and Wesley, with astonishing gracefulness she raised one preternaturally long leg into the air and wrapped it sensuously around Data's body.
To Zsuza's horror, Data seemed entranced. He clutched Fanny's buttocks, pressing her deadly pussy to him, and locked his lips to hers in a long, deep kiss.
Bastard, thought Zsuza. You don't need to kiss her. Just get your fingers up her and switch her off, for goodness' sake.
"Let me tell you what I would really, really like to do to you," she heard Data murmur in Fanny's ear.
"Look away, Wesley," whispered Zsuza. "Your mother won't want you watching this."
"Mmm, tell me," purred Fanny, wriggling excitedly against the front of Data's trousers. Data's kiss had kicked her pleasure-providing program into top gear and she was raring to go.
"I would like more than anything else in the world right now to…"
"What, honey?" Fanny began to unbutton the top of his uniform.
"To teach you to play chess."
Wesley's eyes widened even further than they had already. Zsuza blinked, confused. So Data could tell a lie after all!
"Chess?" Fanny frowned and pouted. "Honey, I thought I knew every kink a man could desire but this is a new one on me. I don't know how to play chess."
"It's a really cool game," piped up Wesley. "I have a set here if you'll let me go fetch it."
Fanny looked uncertain; her self-defence mechanism was looking for a trap, but it was not smart enough to spot it. She shrugged and Wesley produced his chess board and tournament-standard Staunton set – a birthday present from Data himself – from a drawer in the sideboard.
"Would you like me to set the game up?"
But Fanny's self-defence mechanism was not going to allow that. She grabbed the board and set from Wesley with uncanny speed.
"You stay exactly where you are, kid. Me and my man here, we're going in the bedroom."
And before Data could protest, she had pushed him with alarming strength across the lounge, through Dr Crusher's bedroom door. The door slashed shut and Zsuza heard it locking, then the same grating noise, signalling that Fanny had done her ear-ring trick again.
Data was on his own now.
(end of chapter 6)