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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes against Home, Sweet Home in the QF-1 match
- Theme: All By Myself
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The Listening Post
Personal Log, Stardate 52861.4
I’m 2 years, 11 months, and 2 days into a 3 month assignment in a listening post on an asteroid. I haven’t been resupplied by Starfleet in over a year, and I lost contact with them 6 months ago. Anything I got then I had to acquire myself from smugglers crazy enough to fly through a warzone, which means it was expensive. And the whole utopian no money shit goes out the window when Tulg wants payment in gold-pressed latinum. I stripped this place of almost everything worth a damn that doesn't keep me alive or spy on the Dominion. Hell, not sure if my intel was getting sent, but I wasn’t stopping because some gooey Changelings took over everything I cared about. I’m guess Tulg figures life under the Federation is better. If he gets caught the Federation would put him on trial and send him to a penal colony that’s more like a resort. The Dominion would just shoot him on sight. So imagine my surprise when he included a little toy on his last shipment.
A portable Holodeck.
Of course he charged me through the nose for it, but dammit I’m lonely. Within an hour of him leaving, I set it up and realized the problem. That fucking Ferengi sold me a kid’s reader version which could only be unlocked by subscribing to his service of holonovels. I was pissed. I was so looking forward to “Return of the Vulcan Love Slave” but now all I’ve got is “The Adventures of Flotter.” I’m not fucking Flotter, whatever the fuck it is.
At this point I have two options. Subscribe to OnlyLobes and get ripped off, or hack the Holodeck.
I’m a Starfleet Engineer who hasn’t been laid in 3 years. I hacked the Holodeck.
I have nothing but time on my hands, so I wrote a new OS for it, bypassed the locks, and started from scratch. After a couple weeks and a lot of frustration, I got it working.
Too bad I didn’t have any software. As good as I am at hacking this thing, I can’t write worth a damn and this stupid machine doesn’t have manual character creation capabilities. After messing around for a day, I found a workaround.
I’d make a woman.
It surprisingly wasn’t hard. I took a DNA sample from the only person on this rock - me - and changed the chromosomes. Refining took some time as I make an ugly woman, but eventually I made a hologram based off of me that was smoking hot. I could modify just enough so that it wasn’t like fucking me with a wig on. I named her LUNA, Leisure Use Neural Avatar.
First couple fucks with LUNA weren’t anything special. I didn’t program much of a personality at first, so she was a glorified sextoy. She was stiff, robotic, lifeless, kind of like my ex. But what she lacked in personality she made up for with a lack of memory.
I made a mistake when I hacked the holodeck. I had to sacrifice static memory so that the OS could operate, which meant I couldn’t save anything more than a few basic states. Initial look, clothes, things like that. If I tried to save what she knew, her matrix would crash the holodeck, and there was no way I was tapping into the main computer for resources. Because of this, she could only remember a couple of hours before she’d crash. So no history of what I did to her. When I loaded a personality, I’d get maybe a half hour. Eventually I could load LUNA with one of two archetypes: virgin or slutty.
I fucked Slutty LUNA many times, but it got old fast. There’s only so many times I could buttfuck her and go ass to mouth with her begging for it before I got bored. Trying to make love to Virgin LUNA was good until the holodeck would have a buffer overrun and crash mid-stroke. Plus, feeling powerless over my situation made me want to take out my frustrations. So I’d load Virgin LUNA and rape her. Over and over again. I’d get about a half hour out of each rape session before she’d crash and revert to original state, which worked out in my favor.
The days turned into weeks, then months as I did my job monitoring Dominion transmissions and then work out my frustrations on Virgin LUNA’s pussy. I wouldn’t even bother loading clothes on her, they just got in the way. Day in and day out, I’d rape the shit out of Virgin LUNA. I’d find new and exciting ways to break her in the limited time I had. Every so often I’d modify her looks, but I couldn’t go too far. The most I could do was adjust her tits, ass, hair, and skin color. I had to keep her human, and any changes I made would revert after the next time the holodeck crashed.
That’s what I’ve been up to the last few months. I made a holographic woman me that I’ve been fucking the shit out of until I lose my mind.
Personal Log, Supplemental.
I received a message from Starfleet for the first time in months. They’ll resupply me in a few weeks once they secure the sector. Turns out I’ve been behind enemy lines. I’m to sit tight, pay attention, and forward on whatever I hear. One of the transmissions I sent them last month broke a code or something. They asked if they could send anything with Tulg. I asked for replicator recipes, memory for the holodeck, and a list of unlocked holonovels including the Vulcan Love Slave series. They said they’d see what they could do.
If they don’t deliver, I’m taking it out on Virgin LUNA again and again. Not that she’ll mind or even remember. Think I’ll program her in a Bajoran uniform, dress her up like that Colonel Kira I talked to.
