Chapter Four; Cillo

Cillo. Noun. 1. Catamite. 2. One who practices unnatural lust, sodomite.

True to his word Fajo replicated the tools Data needed to self-repair, at least the worst of the damage. The Zibalian watched the android carefully and assisted in knitting the cuts on his back, cooing and pawing over the newly smooth skin. When the repairs were complete he removed the tools and destroyed them, then ordered the android to a corner of the gallery and bid him lie down. Fajo changed the settings on the movement inhibitor to ensure that the android was immobile, and then left him for the night with a cheery wave.

Lying on his back, battling panic and anguish, Data tried to maintain airflow through his cooling units. With the device preventing signals from reaching his hydraulics and servos he was unable to support himself and, like a beached dolphin, he was slowly suffocating under his own weight. He forced a shutdown of his digestive process, unwilling to absorb the emissions he had been compelled to ingest. He had found a strange pleasure in taking Geordi's essence into himself, breaking it down and using it, making it a part of him. The thought of doing the same with anything of his captors' filled him with disgust. He resolved to store the stuff until he could expel it somewhere, rid himself of the hateful evidence of his shame.

He looked across the room to the pedestal holding the device preventing him from moving. If he could get to that pillar, change the settings... But he was no more capable of getting to the other side of the gallery than he was of holding back the tears of frustration, anger and humiliation that ran unchecked into his hair.

He sought solace in dreams, nothing else to do as he lay helpless and despairing. In his dreams at least he could imagine he was elsewhere for a time.

He dreamed of Divala Lake, the suffocating pressure of water. He reached up, and Geordi reached down, and somehow the dark-skinned man took a hold of his hands and pulled him up. They were no longer at the lake, they were on the Amargosa Observatory, and Soran had Geordi and Data was too terrified to move, frozen in place. But it was alright because, somehow, Soran was gone and it was just him and Geordi, and the man's hand was brushing the tears from his cheeks.

"Geordi." Data murmured, and the man smiled and pressed their lips together, but somehow his lips were wrong, the pressure and dimensions were not the same as those on file, the chemical composition showed significant deviation and it was Kivas Fajo, not Geordi, and his hands were on Data's body, touching and fondling.

Data's eyes snapped open. He was too warm. His chest moved in short jerks as the stunted signal made its way to his servos. He had had disturbing dreams in the past, but they had always been abstract. This was too personal, too close to reality. No more dreams, then.

He checked his internal chronometer and wondered how long Zibalians slept for.

It was nine hours, eighteen minutes and forty-three point two-nine seconds later that he heard the door open. Two people entered the room, both humanoids. One was definitely Kivas Fajo, and Data momentarily entertained the hope that the other person may be here to save him. But, upon further analysis, the heavy footfalls were all too familiar.

"There he is! I hope you'll find him a little more agreeable than the last time you saw him!" Fajo had crossed the room, was going to the device on the pillar. Data felt the constraint on his neural activity lift, and he gasped a huge gulp of cool air into his internal cavity.

"Come on, don't be rude, get up and say hello!" Fajo purred. Data heaved himself up to his feet, titanium ribs heaving as he tried to cool his processors.

"My my, he really is an android! You know I thought for sure you were playing a naughty prank on me, Kivas!" Palor Toff wagged his finger accusingly at the Zibalian, who chuckled.

"Ah, yes, but that was before dear Data learned how to behave politely. I said, 'say hello', Data."

"Hello, Palor Toff." Data murmured. His internal temperature was gradually receding to a more normal level. He was suddenly very conscious that he was naked before this alien, and he shut down his modesty subroutine again, clenching his teeth.

Palor Toff ran his gaze over the android. The strange trader had dispensed with the golden halo-like ornament he had been wearing when Data had seen him last, but his clothes were still richly cut and heavily embroidered. He raised one ringed hand and waved vaguely at the android in greeting.

"Astonishing, quite astonishing. And you say you shan't be keeping him?"

Fajo shrugged. "He's too much trouble to keep. Besides, I'm being paid a fortune to deliver him."

"Perhaps, you and I could come to some arrangement? You know I have a weakness for... pretty things." Toff was circling Data like a shark, his hungry eyes devouring the shining skinned, sculpted form.

"Ah, alas, my friend." Fajo shook his head sadly. "This is one client that I wouldn't care to cross! He is... very inventive. But..." Fajo stepped forward and put an arm over Toff's shoulder. "We can certainly entertain ourselves for a time. My client has been most lenient in his guidelines for how this android should be treated."

Toff chuckled throatily. "I see... and I suppose you've already had some fun with him, hmm? I hope you haven't broken him too much!" He turned his gaze back to Data, who trembled.

"He will do whatever you ask of him. Won't you Data?" Fajo crowed. Data closed his eyes. The better he was, the faster it would be over. No more pain, no more damage.

"Yes."

"There's my good boy." Fajo cooed. "Drink?" Toff nodded and they furnished themselves with beverages from the replicator while they talked.

"Oh, Data?" Fajo called as he seated himself on the couch. "We never did finish our game. How many questions do I have left?"

"Eleven."

"Oh Kivas, are you playing silly games again? You can't think of anything better to do with this beautiful machine that ask it questions?" Toff hadn't sat with Fajo, but instead had gone back to gaze at the android wonderingly. Fajo was feigning detachment, but his eyes glowed with pride at the wonder his new possession was invoking in his friend.

"I've thought of plenty of other things to do with him, and trust me, we've done some already. But we were just playing Twenty Questions. It's a guessing game."

"Oh?" Toff stepped up to Data, eye-to-eye, to examine him minutely. Data felt the fear like ice down his spine. "And what are you guessing?"

"Data? Tell him what I'm trying to find out." Fajo was loving this, Data could see the smug grin on the Zibalian's face.

"He is attempting to ascertain the identity of my lover aboard the Enterprise by asking me a series of questions, which must be phrased in such a way that the answer may be either 'yes' or 'no'. There is an upper limit of twenty questions total, hence the name of the game."

Toff stared at the android for a moment before turning back to Fajo. "Verbose, isn't he?"

"I quite like it, I enjoy the formality, gives everything a sense of class." Fajo gestured airily with his glass. "Data, I think that, seeing as we have a guest now, we should give up on the game. Tell me who it is."

"Why?" Data knew that this was dangerous, that Fajo may take offense, but he gambled on the presence of Palor Toff, hoping that Fajo would not be willing to abuse his new 'possession' in front of his friend.

"Why?" Fajo scoffed. Data saw the hard glint in the Zibalian's eyes, warning. "Because I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer it."

"I do not wish to tell you the answer." This was foolish; Data knew he was 'on thin ice' as his human friends might have said. There was no real reason for him to keep the name a secret, no-one else would ever know, but somehow it felt like giving a piece of himself up. As Fajo reached for the monofilament crop, Data wondered uneasily if he had overplayed his hand.

"Is this really the hill you want to die on, android?" Murmured Fajo, unsheathing the vicious whip and strolling towards Data. Palor Toff smirked.

"Oh dear, still not terribly obedient, is he? What will you do to him, dear Kivas?" Data watched his tormentor lock eyes with the other collector, a shared smile passed between them, a glance deep with meaning.

"Did you know that he's never been penetrated?" Said Fajo, conversationally. "He and his as-yet-nameless lover are apparently not that intimately acquainted. I suppose the question is, who gets to go first?"

Data stepped back. It was completely involuntary, but the sharp glance that Fajo threw him told Data that it was the wrong thing to do.

"Who said you could move?" The Zibalian shouted. The crop flicked out, and Data gasped as it scored a deep cut across his pectorals.

"Oh, look, he bleeds!" Cried Toff in delight. "I was worried we would miss that. How wonderful!"

The blade slashed back, two parallel lines of oozing fluid adorning the pale midriff, and Data strangled a cry. Fajo's hand was heavier, the cuts deeper. Data had felt the scrape of the tiny hooks on the synthetic musculature under his bioplast skin.

"... and look what I found yesterday." Fajo breathed, and slashed the crop across the android's left nipple. Data shrieked as the barbs bit, tearing and ripping the hyper-sensitive area and clawing through to the metal beneath. He clapped his hand up over the wound, and Fajo lashed the back of his wrist.

"Arms by your side, there's a good boy."

Data put his arm down, his palm slick with hydraulic fluid. He realised that he was trembling, his chest shuddering as he tried to hold back his sobs of horror and fear.

"Now. The name, Data."

"... La Forge." He felt as though his soul was being torn out of his mouth with the name, the guilt overwhelming. Something inside his mind bent and broke and shattered his thoughts. He was not supposed to tell anyone, Geordi had asked hm nt t tllll nywnnnnn.

"He has fascinating reactions, doesn't he? Why on earth would this be so important to a machine?"

Data couldn't tell who was speaking. Something had happened inside his head, one conflict too many. Morality, modesty, ethical, promises, secrets, fear pain horror fear pain fear pain fear pain

"If this is what it takes to get him to behave, I'm all for it." Yes, behave, that's all he had to do and the fear pain fear pain fear pain would stop stop stp stp spspsps

"Hands and knees, Data." Hands and knees and soft carpet under his fingers and feet. There was someone under him, someone with glossy hair and a painted face, and they were urging him to sit back, which was strange because they just said they wanted him on his hands and knees hands and knees handsandkneesandkneesknees

"There's a good boy." Kivas Fajo, that was the man's name, he was a Zibalian trader and he had his hands on Data's buttocks and was spreading them wide. A third hand three hands how many hands whose hand was between the cheeks, smearing something on his anal opening. He opened his mouth to protest but nothing came out but a creaking moan.

"Sit on it." He didn't want to, he understood that much, he didn't want, this was something special and he was waiting for someone else and nononononono

"I do not consent." Croaked the android.

"I don't need your consent." Growled the Zibalian. He gripped Data's pelvis and pushed him down onto his straining cock. The android shrieked at the shock of penetration, and Fajo took the opportunity of his surprise to press himself up to the hilt in the quivering synthetic flesh. The android jerked forwards, his eyes wide and horrified. Fajo groaned as the tunnel tightened around him, and he rocked his hips back and pushed the android down onto him.

This was bad, very bad. It hurt, a deep aching pain, and it was so intimate and violating. He could feel every crease and seam and vein on Fajo's prick as it slid in and out of him, and he was too weak to break away, and so confused. His mind was a howling maelstrom of warning after warning after warning and rapidly activating subroutines that he had to keep shutting down because there was too much going on in his head and he wanted it to stop stop stop

"Please, please stop please stop stop."

"Oh my sweet boy, we're just getting started." He was being repositioned and now the Zibalian's penis was rubbing against a new thing inside, something that Data didn't know he had and suddenly he realised that his sexual behaviour subroutine had activated and it hurt, every time Fajo pushed into him it hurt, but it wasn't a physical pain it was a pain in his head and in his soul.

"Oh, Kivas, look at his lovely prick!" There was a hand around his sex now and the other one, Palor Toff, was touching him. Data was gasping and sobbing as Fajo pressed him down and pounded into him with sharp thrusts of his hips. He didn't want to have an erection but he did, and the strange alien with the holes in his face was stroking it and squeezing it.

"Kivas, you must let me play. Don't be selfish."

"I'm not stopping you, get behind."

Data felt hands on his shoulders, pushing him forwards. He was almost lying on Fajo now, knees tucked up, the damaged bioplast on his stomach and chest dripping golden onto the Zibalian's blue velvet shirt. His hard length was sandwiched between their bodies and it ached and throbbed and he hated it. He tried to shut down the subroutine, but Fajo wiggled his hips and touched something inside him with his cock, and the subroutine failed to shut down.

There was a new pressure, now. Something else at the entrance to his anal passage. The tip of Palor Toff's strange alien sex organ.

"No!" Data shrieked, fingers clawing into the carpet. Fajo dealt him a ringing slap across the face, and Toff pushed his sex into the tight opening.

Data screamed then, the pain ripping through him as the strange length was shoved inside him. It was as bizarre as the alien's face, with openings down the sides allowing bony protrusions to peek through, and they rasped against the delicate sensors deep in his body, and it was too big, too big and it was too much. Fajo groaned with pleasure underneath him, and then Toff was holding Data's hips and pulling him back and down and they were both inside him now, his head swimming, his own cock standing pale and hard and wanting. Toff reached around to touch it and Data shrieked again, the stimulation too much, the clamour in his head and the abuse of the two pricks inside him and he couldn't think or get away and he wanted it to stop stop stop and they wouldn't listen.

"Palor..." Fajo said in warning, and Toff slowed his movements to allow the Zibalian to shove himself in deeper and harder, rubbing his hard length against the one sharing the android's hole. Data shuddered and cried out as he felt Fajo's cock jerk inside him and the gush of liquid signalling the Zibalian's climax. Fajo growled with pleasure, grinding himself up and in against Toff's sex organ, wringing the last from his orgasm.

"Mine now, I think." Purred Toff as Fajo's softening cock slid wetly from the opening. Fajo pushed Data up and slid out from under him. He tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants and strolled over to slump on the sofa with his drink to watch as Toff shoved the android down again, one hand on the back of Data's head, grinding his cheek into the carpet. He set about the task of achieving his own satisfaction with aggression, his hand on Data's head holding him still, his other around the android's taut erection. Data's eyes were wide, his mouth gaping, and he was gasping for air, his fingers scrabbling at the carpet. His mind was an addled mess, the sensory information overloading his net, and the tipping point came when Toff shoved his complete length into him and something inside him ruptured. He screamed, the sound metallic and shrill from his overloaded vocal synthesiser, and the fearpainfearpainfearpain became nothing.

He reactivated seconds later. He was on his side on the carpet, curled up with his knees to his chest. The first sensation he experience was one of emptiness, both physically and mentally. He felt numb, his mind clear, his chest aching and hollow. Then came the pain, the raw burning of torn and ruptured bioplast, the deep smouldering ache of broken sensors. Then came the emotions; Fear. Guilt. Horror. Revulsion. Shame. Humiliation. He had a moment of relief when he realised that his sexual behaviour subroutine had finally shut down, but it was poor consolation.

"... hardly two days and you've broken him!" Someone laughed.

"Ah! He's awake. Glad you could join us again."

Data forced his eyes to focus on the two figures sitting on the couch.

"Data, it's very rude to fall asleep like that, in the middle of our fun! Come on over here and say you're sorry."

Data pushed himself onto his hands and knees and rested there for a moment, limbs quivering. He felt something running down the inside of his thigh.

"Come. Here."

He couldn't stand, it hurt too much, everything ached or burned. He drew a sobbing breath and crawled as the two men laughed, until he reached the couch where they sat waiting for him.

"My good boy." Crooned Fajo, stroking Data's hair. "You left my friend a bit disappointed, and we don't want that, do we? So show him what a good boy you are, my perfect doll, my lovely toy."

Data raised his head to look first at Kivas Fajo, then at Palor Toff. The strange alien smiled down at him, eyes glittering. Data knew what was required of him. Toff's sex organ was still erect, standing proud from the opening in his clothes. Data opened his mouth and swallowed the bizarre phallus into his throat. It tasted foul, the bitterness of Fajo's ejaculate and the secretions from the bony openings combined with the taste of his own fluids, haemorrhaged onto Toff's prick from his ruptured and sundered anal cavity. He hadn't known until that moment that he had any kind of gag reflex, and he physically had to swallow his revulsion, his throat convulsing around the head of Toff's cock and making the alien growl with pleasure. Palor put his hands on the back of Data's head and pushed him down. His sex was much bigger that either Fajo's or Geordi's, and the android struggled as it was shoved down his throat. He reached up and wrapped one hand around the base and began moving his head up and down the shaft, massaging it with his tongue. He closed his nostrils, shut his eyes, anything to avoid collecting any more information that he would be forced to remember.

Palor was grunting rhythmically, and the hands in Data's hair clenched and suddenly the bony plates in that bizarre organ were rasping against his throat as Toff shoved the android's head onto his crotch. Data's nose smacked into the pelvic bone and he retched as the alien groaned, semen spurting down his distended gullet. Data moaned onto the cock, Toff chuckling with pleasure as he unloaded into the android.

"You were right, dear Kivas. He is wonderful at this. I'll give you five bars of Latinum."

Toff hadn't released his head, the strange organ scraping his throat as it constricted. Data pushed at Toff's thighs.

"Ha! You and I both know he's worth more than five bricks. But it wouldn't matter, even if you had it, I can't back out of this deal."

He couldn't breathe. He didn't need to breathe, but he would soon, if he was going to keep his internal temperature down. He scrabbled again at Palor Toff's legs.

"Kivas, I've never heard the like! You know that there hasn't been a contract written that you and I couldn't find a loophole in."

Data bit.

He didn't want to, he knew that it would lead to more pain, but he had run out of options. It wasn't hard, didn't even break the skin, but Palor Toff reacted as if he had been shot. He shoved the android off and away, bellowing in rage and pain.

"How dare you?" He roared. He tucked his injured member inside his clothes and pulled a short knife from his waistband.

Fajo laughed and raised his glass in a sarcastic toast as he watched the android cower, throwing one arm over his face futilely as Toff advanced on him.

Palor grabbed that raised arm and thrust the knife up into the android's underarm, driving for the joint. There was gout of golden liquid and the android screamed, Palor pushing the knife deeper, trying to separate the arm from the shoulder. There was a wet crunch as the blade parted something pliable, and a sharp retort as Toff twisted the blade, snapping the tip off in Data's shoulder. Toff withdrew the remains of the dagger, tossing it aside in contempt and striding towards the door.

"I see what you mean, Kivas, he's far too much trouble. But, I have stayed longer than I should... you must be nearing the rendezvous point, yes?"

"Oh yes, not long now. Still, you must admit it was fun having him for a while. One moment, Palor, and I'll see you to your ship."

Fajo strolled to the hateful device and stabbed viciously at the controls. Data tried to croak a protest, but his mind clamped shut and the signals to his body stopped, and he slumped where he lay, curled with his knees to his chest, one hand gripping the wound. Fajo walked to where the now immobile android lay, and thumped the toe of his boot into Data's spine. The android whimpered, but made no move. Satisfied, Fajo went to accompany his friend off his ship, in preparation for the meeting with his client.

Data lay curled on the floor, crushed under the weight of his own body. He could feel the seep of fluid between his fingers. He wondered whether Fajo knew that this treatment would eventually force him into shutdown, or whether the Zibalian cared. He swallowed hard as he felt his gorge rise. It seemed that Palor Toff's seminal fluid was incompatible with his bio-functions and something autonomous had activated, trying to purge his system. If Fajo came back, and he had expelled the matter, the punishment would be severe.

Did it matter? If he was punished any more, for disobedience or answering back, or not answering, would he care if he shut down? Maybe it would be for the best, and then no more pain, no more fear, no more shame or embarrassment or hurt, just nothing. Perhaps that would be preferable. The only thing he had to pin his hopes on was rescue. If he were to be rescued, then Geordi could fix him. Geordi could fix his body, and his mind and his soul.

One last chance, then. His head twitched as he activated the visual acuity transmitter. Fajo would be distracted, with Palor Toff leaving and the meeting with his client, perhaps he could broadcast the signal for a little longer before he was punished.

He shut down all non-essential systems and focused his eyes on the patch of carpet in front of his face. He used every shred of power that he could spare to broadcast the subspace signal out into the ether, and watched as his hydraulic fluid soaked into the pale fibres in front of his nose.

It was twelve minutes, fifteen point oh-three seconds before Fajo came back, storming into the room and snatching up the crop. A crewman trailed him in, handheld scanner at the ready.

"Turn it off, Data, do it NOW." He lashed the prone android across his taut back, laying his bioplast open from shoulder to hip with one long swing of his arm. The android screamed and circulatory fluid welled into the long gash, seeping and trickling in rivulets across the white-gold skin.

"Has he switched it off?"

"No, sir, he's still broadcasting."

"Data? NOW!" Fajo snapped. The crop swished and caught the android's shoulder, whipping across his cheek and removing a sliver of his ear.

"Sir? There's... there's something on the scanners!"

"Is it our man?"

"No, it's... "

A sound filled Data's ears, one that he had been wishing for, hoping for so long that for a moment he thought that he must be dreaming. The tinkling, ringing hum of a transporter beam.

"Drop it! Hands up!" Riker's strong voice boomed through the room. Data heard the crop hit the carpet, followed by the handheld scanner.

"Data..." The android felt a hand on his shoulder and he flinched, he couldn't help it.

"Shit. Oh shit. Here... hang on." He felt something being draped over him, a uniform jacket to judge by the texture.

"Enterprise, we've got him, I need you to beam me and Data direct to engineering."