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