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RAPE FANTASY COME TRUE
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Lt. Barclay ended his latest holodeck program, one in which he had
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mercilessly beaten and raped all of the women he wanted to fuck on the
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Enterprise -- in fact, he had added women he had known since childhood
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whom he had wanted. He smiled as he remembered their bloodied faces,
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heaving breasts and pleas for help. He knew this was unhealthy, but he
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was so sick and tired of his childish attempts to get women interested
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in him. He had become obnoxious in his attention-getting stunts: he
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had begun slipping provocative notes under womens' doors; he had
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replicated bouquets with whimsical verse tucked amongst the leaves and
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he had even demanded apologies from women who spurned him. It seemed
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now that a conspiracy of silence had been agreed upon with respect to
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him by the women he attacked with his prepubescent drivel and poetic
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pearls of wisdom.
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Barclay sighed and went back to his quarters. One way he could always
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count on getting attention was to link via the ship's computer to
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Starfleet Academy, where he managed to piss off students there with
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what he believed was his great wit. He did occasionally merit a laugh,
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but this was infrequent, and the amusement was the type born of
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condescension rather than appreciation for the joke. His door beeped.
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That was odd; no one ever visited Barclay. The few friends he spoke
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with had been acquired via his link to the Academy, where he had
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created a persona for himself that fooled some for a brief span of
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time.
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"Come," he called hesitantly.
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The door opened and in walked a statuesque, buxom woman, who smiled at
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him.
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"Lieutenant Barclay," she cooed, "Just the object i wanted to see."
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She strode across to him in two sliding steps and slapped him hard
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across the face. "Barclay, I'm going to make all your fantasies come
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true," she said lightly, "but you're going to be the victim this time."
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BArclay started to stammer an objection, but the mysterious woman would
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not hear of it. Suddenly, three other women appeared around her, just
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like that. "Where -- where did they come from?" But again, he was
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ignored. He found himself on the floor, his clothes being yanked
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away. One woman placed a ball gag in his mouth, while another tied his
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hands above his head. They turned him onto his left side, and one
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woman took his penis -- his thin, unassuming penis -- in her mouth and
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was not careful about her teeth, which had sharp points which left a
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bloody trail down the insignificance of his penis. He struggled, but
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was no match for these women. Suddenly, he felt a hot, jarring stab as
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another woman plunged up his ass with a spiked dildo. "So you want to
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rape women, do you, BArclay?" she asked. "Little do you know how many
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have wanted to degrade you. If you would grow up and act like an
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adult, you would be seen as an adult. You think your holodeck demands
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and lessons will be taken to heart by those who laugh at you? No,
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Barclay. Until you can learn to get on with your life, separating
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reality from fantasy and fact from fiction, you will forever be
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stranded in your warped little world, playing with your Starfleet
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freshmen." When the humiliation and degradation had ended, Barclay sat
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stunned, trying to figure out what had happened and how it had
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happened.
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As the door to BArclay's quarters swished shut behind the retreating
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forms of the women, they disappeared and Q appeared briefly, before
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blinking into invisibility, his laugh lingering in the air.
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