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