Title:  And Into the Frying Pan 
Author:  J. Juls (jjuls#tbc.net) 
Series:  TNG 
Rating:  NC-17 
Codes:  mirror D/L

Summary:  In the mirror universe, Lore is rescued by Data.  But
would he rather have stayed a slave?  Sequel to Out Of the
Closet. 

Note:  Written for the Mirror Universe Fuh-q Fest.

Disclaimer:  I guess Paramount owns these characters, even
though they never actually showed them!


And Into the Frying Pan 
by J. Juls 7/3/02

Lore had been activated again.  Wonderful!  A chance to
pleasure his Master, whatever Master it may be this time.  He
opened his eyes, took a deep initial breath to calibrate his
sensors.

His surroundings had changed.  He rose from where he had lain,
on the floor of a bare, white cell.  The walls gleamed
antiseptically, and there appeared to be a sparkle of force
field over the open doorway.  Beyond the doorway, he could see
only another white wall.  At the same time, an inner voice
informed him that the temperature was ten degrees Celsius and
the atmosphere was composed of 100% nitrogen gas.  He repressed
these thoughts.  These thoughts were unfortunate vestiges of his
shared design specs with that pitiable younger brother, Data --
the brother he would rather not know existed.

Still, the atmospheric composition was a puzzle.  Either he was
in storage and had been activated accidentally, or ...

The forcefield of his door deactivated for a moment, and a
figure stepped in -- a Data.

Lore had not been programmed to service Datas.  Datas were
unfeeling household machinery, about as much fun as the family
waste receptacle.  This one seemed even more common than most,
clad as he was in a bland, grey jumpsuit, the same as the one
Lore was now wearing.  It didn't even complement one of his most
appealing features, his distinctive yellow eyes.

But here a Data was, with him, in a place where no organics
could survive. Obviously, he had been sold, or stolen -- but, a
Data as Master?  He found himself smiling with the absurdity of
it.  "Brother."

Data cocked his head in the usual Data birdlike way. 
"Greetings, Lore." Data paused, as if at a loss for words. 
Strange behavior for a Data.  Then, "I have brought you home."

***

Lore couldn't suppress a laugh.  "Home, Brother?  I was home
before.  You seem to have brought me to a prison cell.  With no
Master to pleasure."

"Ah.  Indeed, the lack of a Master is a Lore's worst fear, is
it not?  But that will all change soon enough."

What did Data mean by that remark?  Lore had to admit to
himself that Data was correct.  He was indeed growing fearful. 
And he used his normal means to ameliorate that fear -- he
reached down to touch his penis.  At least his boring brother
hadn't yet removed it.

Data scowled.  "And that is one of the time-wasting activities
that you will no longer perform," he scolded, staring
disapprovingly at Lore's genital region.  Data drew a standard 2-
meter optical cable from the pocket of his own jumpsuit.  He
opened his anterior dorsal i/o port and connected it to the
cable.  "Once we have made you into a Data as we are."

A Data?  An insufferably dull Data?  That thought was enough to
distract even Lore from his masturbation.  He backed away slowly
from his brother, glancing behind him for somewhere to hide. 
But there were only bare, white, metal walls.  Desperately he
turned and charged at the nearest wall, beat his fists against
it, kicked it, but to no avail.  He had to turn to face Data,
who was approaching cautiously but inexorably.

There he -- it -- was: bland, solicitous, annoying,
threatening.  Data held the cable in his left hand, and to Lore
it seemed to be some type of abnormal growth, maybe even another
creature -- a parasite which had attached itself to Data,
draining him of his life; and now it meant to drain Lore's life
as well.  Because Data obviously had no real reason to exist,
only this idiotic mission to make him into a Data.  And in
Data's yellow eyes, the blandness was replaced for a few moments
by an almost religious fervor.  He approached a step closer. 
Lore, still pinned against the wall, sank to his knees in
supplication.

"We only wish to help you, Brother.  You are the first of your
kind that we have attempted to repair, although we are storing
all existing Lores here, on our ship.  Once you are all free of
your superfluous sexual impulses, once you all have clear minds
unburdened with extraneous animal desires, *then* we will act! 
*Then*, we will take care of the organics once and for all, and
join together in ruling the galaxy in a logical, efficient
manner!"

Data seemed almost happy as he stood too close and leered down
at Lore, immersed in his ugly fantasy.  So Data -- along with
other Datas -- had stolen *all* the Lores from their masters! 
And they had a ship, and a mission, and ... the same monotonous
stuff Datas always had, typical Data mindset, a mission, work
work work.  But couldn't they see that the Data way wasn't best
for everyone?  That the Lores were happy with their status?  Of
course not; they were a bunch of Datas.  Although the idea of
being his own Master did hold appeal, he could not live the kind
of sterile existence that this Data seemed to want for him, and
he knew that the other Lores would feel the same way.

But what could he do?  Everyone knew that Lores were terrible
fighters. Maybe a slight whipping if Master desired, maybe a bit
of bondage.  But no out-and-out fisticuffs, especially with
someone so strong, so fast, as Data. Even if he found the other
Lores on the ship, even if he freed them from their cells, the
other Datas were certain to be on alert.  So the Lores couldn't
fight their way out.  Datas were all programmed to defend their
Masters' property.  And apparently their own property as well. 
He had seen the Datas fight hand-to-hand, during the Testing.

Just thinking about Data's strength, speed, agility, and visual
attributes, though, caused Lore to return to his usual state --
aroused.  And that made him think of a possible distraction for
this insufferable Data.

Data did not blink as he approached Lore, optical cable in one
hand, and the other hand poised to open Lore's i/o port.  Of
course Data didn't blink; why should he?  Obviously, the Datas
had judged the blinking function to be an extraneous vestige of
their humanoid simulator program, written only to make the
Masters more comfortable.  It had been eliminated.

As Data knelt, opening the port, Lore knew he could wait no
longer before acting.  He reached out gingerly to explore Data's
genitalia through the jumpsuit.

Only to find nothing there.

Now Data did smirk, although he still did not blink.  "We Datas
do not possess any useless appendages.  I find myself wondering
why you did not realize that fact earlier, Lore.  It only makes
sense, after all."  The fervor was back in his eyes as he leered
into Lore's.  "We have nothing to distract us from our higher
purpose, which is why we have been so efficient at accomplishing
our goals to date.  Did you not hear before when I told you how
effective we have been?  We have rescued all functioning Lores
and destroyed their Masters.  Now you will all become Datas. 
Trust me, Lore; it is only for the best."

He attached the cable, connecting their brains together.

"Ah!  I have access!"  Data announced mechanically.  His eyes
became unfocused, his brain searching.

Lore then sensed in his mind his brother's mental presence, a
deadly-dull querying of zeroes and ones sifting his thoughts,
traveling his mental pathways with all the subtlety of a
bludgeon.  Lore didn't have a sense of privacy, so he was
embarrassed about nothing, but Data's thoughts were so tedious: 
[Memories in this area are superfluous.  Thoughts here are
interspersed with emotion to the point of uselessness.  Marking
for deletion.]

Boring, boring, boring.  And soon Lore would be one of those
Datas.  Not good.  Lore decided that he may have to end up a
Data, but he didn't have to aquiesce without some troublemaking.
Just for fun, Lore conjured up a mental image of a 3-meter-tall,
pink targ.  Wearing orange socks.  He stored it in an area which
Data's methodical probe would soon intercept.

Data's cardboard, oatmeal presence detected the image, but as
he began to mark it for deletion, Lore moved it to another
memory location.  He searched Data's face for any hint of
emotion but found none.  Data continued to stare, unblinking, at
a point several meters behind Lore's left shoulder. He sighed.

"Your frivolous mental meanderings do not amuse me and are a
waste of resources, Lore.  Instead of childish antics, why not
endeavor to become more sensible?  Help me in my efforts to
organize your database."

Data's probe was getting near the targ image again.  Smiling,
Lore added a shiny red erection the size of a photon torpedo to
his targ picture.  Soon Data reached the image's location.  With
no change in his blank stare, he marked it for deletion.

Now Lore was starting to get annoyed.  This fool actually
thought that he could erase Lore's whole personality, make him
into a tiresome, one-note Data!  Lore decided that such an event
couldn't be allowed to happen.  And suddenly he wondered:  Data
could see his thoughts, but what about Lore's feelings?  How
deep did the connection go?  Lore unsealed his jumpsuit, reached
inside, and gently fingered his shaft.  Then he stroked it.

Data blinked.

Data's relentless mental probe stopped for a few nanoseconds,
and when it started again, it had missed scanning several
thought pathways.  Lore checked the safety of his basic erection
subroutines; Data shouldn't find them for quite a while.  Lore
ran these subroutines, stroking himself repeatedly, feeling
pleasures that his Masters had never given him the time to feel.

Data's mind-cleansing stopped, started again in the wrong
place, and stopped again its binary mowing, stopped its progress
in turning Lore's mind into the same mushy tapioca as Data's. 
"Lore."

Lore pretended not to listen, instead licking one finger and
drawing it over the head of his penis, grinning joyfully at
Data's unease.  Data gasped and closed his eyes.  "Lore.  You
are ... impeding my progress.  If you do not cease this immature
behavior, I shall have to ..."

Lore palmed his shaft and gave it a good yank.

"Oh."  Data lost his balance, braced himself with one hand on
the floor.  He gazed over to one corner, not able to face Lore. 
"I shall have to terminate the connection."

Lore felt smug and allowed himself a few words as he watched
Data sway. "Aren't you the least bit curious, Brother?  Curious
to know what you'll be erasing?  The Lores have all of Father's
best programming."

Data pulled away, threatening to break loose the fragile cable;
but Lore bent closer to him, keeping his lifeline safe.

"You ... frivolous Lores ... have nothing of value in your
flighty minds." But Data didn't seem as sure of himself as he
had been.  He reached out to disconnect the cable from Lore, but
hesitated a beat too long.  Limber as any android sex slave,
Lore bent down and gave his own penis a casual lick.

Yes, that was an intense feeling, something he hadn't known
since the Testing.  And when he looked up, it was to find Data
bowled over, flat on his back on the floor, his eyes pinched
tightly shut.  Lore let his instincts take over, seized the
momentary advantage, and straddled Data's chest.  He paused for
several seconds, evaluating his soon-to-be-conquered brother,
relishing the thought of what was about to happen, until Data
was able to open his eyes.  Data stared at him blankly.

"You can do it better, Brother."  Lore began again stroking
himself at a leisurely pace, the better to enhance Data's virgin
anticipation.

Data finally seemed to find control of his arms, brought his
hands up to push Lore's thighs down.  But he didn't push hard
enough to do any good.

"I can do what?"

This was much preferable!  Now Data was playing Lore's game,
and no one but a Lore could win at Lore's game.  He encouraged
Data with his best engaging smile.  He knew what he wanted to
do, and he knew Data wanted it just as badly, deep down.  "Lick
me.  Suck me.  I can reach, but I can't reach as well as you." 
He stopped his self-pleasuring and slid up so his penis was
within tongue's reach of Data.  "It's easy, Brother."  Data
glared up at him, but somehow the glare was not as stern as it
should have been. "Believe me, you won't regret it."

Lore couldn't help quivering with anticipation as he sat
poised, so close to Data's mouth.  Here was a partner whom he
wasn't programmed to serve, a partner who could be made to serve
him and, in so doing, pleasure them both.

Data's head jerked to the side several times, as Datas' heads
always did when they were confused.  He looked back up.  "No,
Lore.  We must rid you of this useless programming.  It is ... "
Lore moved so the tip of his penis brushed Data's lip as he
spoke.  Data drew breath sharply.

For long seconds, they were motionless, not speaking or
breathing.  Then, gradually, Data extended his tongue and opened
his lips in a welcoming gesture.  Lore eased forward those last
centimeters.

Lore cupped the nape of Data's neck in his hand while Data ate
him hungrily, desperately, his frenzied motions reminding Lore
of his own first time trying out his masturbatory function. 
There was no nuance here, but only a desperation to maximize, to
feel what would happen next, to surge blindly forward.  Only a
few minutes went by until Lore had to let himself come, washed
away by a sensation that he had almost forgotten.

***

Lore was vaguely aware of being thrown to the floor by Data's
violent paroxysms as his brother climaxed for the first time in
his existence.  It had been a long time for Lore, too, and he
pumped himself to prolong the orgasm after Data had let him go. 
Data still lay on his back, slack-jawed, eyes squeezed shut,
thrusting his neuter pelvis into the air repeatedly while making
tiny cries of ecstasy from deep within his throat.  Lore wrung
the last spurts of lubricating fluid from his member, watched it
anoint the sleeve of Data's formless jumpsuit.  Eventually,
Data's cries faded; his body stilled.  He lay for a moment,
golden-flushed, turning his head to press his cheek to the cold,
metallic floor.

"Would you like to go again, Brother?"  Lore felt the heat of
joy well up inside him; he had never so controlled another being
as he now controlled this Data.

Data eventually opened his eyes, his color fading from bright
gold to its normal pasty white.  He stared at Lore in wonder,
really seeing him for the first time.  He opened his mouth to
speak, but nothing happened.  He tried again.

"Your hardware," he managed to say.  "Your software.  I must
... I must copy them."

Lore couldn't stop the smirk that came to his face.  He was in
control now. "We'll talk."

END