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Chapel/Andrea by Farfalla; R-rated
Written for the Christine Chapel Fanfiction Fest.
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The door buzzer sounded. Christine Chapel was absorbed in her medical journal and was just the
right combination of cranky and tired to want to pretend she wasn't there, but by the third buzz
she realized she was being a baby. She turned off her computer monitor and walked towards the door,
calling "Come in."
The door slid open, revealing the ramrod posture of Commander Spock. It was a testament to Chris's
frustration with the stress of her busy week that it took her a full second and a half to smile and
"Good evening, Nurse. May I come in?"
"Of course, Mr. Spock." Christine stepped back to allow him to walk a few feet into the room. He
turned before entering, and finally walked in wheeling a dolly that had been hiding behind the wall
when the door first opened.
Christine stared at the enormous package perched on the tray of the dolly. "What's that?" It was
over five feet long and wrapped so thickly in bubble-wrap that the contents could have been anything
from a small grandfather clock to a contrabassoon.
"You are aware that the estate of your late fiance Roger Korby has finally passed through
litigation," Spock said.
Christine nodded. "I--I said that the University could have all of his research materials. Is there
some kind of problem?"
"The University has been given full powers over his cybernetic projects," Spock affirmed, "but
you still remain custodian of his personal effects."
"I don't want any reminders of him in my life," Christine said flatly. "Donate his clothes to
charity, and anything else auctioned off for the university. I thought I told that to the lawyers."
"There is one possession of his that would be impossible to be auctioned." Spock turned his head
slightly, indicating the mysterious object. "I believe it will have to remain yours, despite the
"What is it?" she asked, a grimace forming on her face. It wasn't that she intended to be rude
to Spock, but she still felt ashamed of the way she'd behaved towards him before she knew it wasn't
just Vulcan manners keeping him from appreciating her romantically. Her shame made her feel
uncomfortable, and so in moments of weary weakness, it expressed itself as curtness towards the man.
He probably didn't notice, anyway, being--so Vulcan, and all.
Spock unwrapped the bubble-wrap without ceremony, revealing the still form of a beautiful woman
with pale skin and glossy reddish-brown hair.
"Andrea!" Chapel exclaimed. "I don't understand." She looked at the android, then back to Spock.
"I thought she destroyed herself."
"There was a second Andrea body receiving signals from the original," Spock explained. "She was
a backup, to be used if the first became damaged during the course of wear."
"Wear," Chapel sneered in a snarky echo.
Spock ignored her bad humor. "She would have been auctioned off with the rest of his possessions,
except that she is convinced that she belongs to you and will only serve you."
Christine looked at him blankly. "To me? Roger's backup geisha?"
"She was created to please him, and, if I understand correctly, reprogrammed to please you as well."
Memories replayed in Christine's mind. "I do remember the original Andrea saying that."
"I'm afraid she is your burden, Miss Chapel." Spock looked at Andrea, then touched her shoulder
lightly. "Andrea, wake up."
Andrea's eyes flew open. "Christine! I'm happy they have finally returned me to you."
"Hello, Andrea," said Chapel uneasily.
"They can't give me to anyone else. I am programmed for you." Andrea kicked off the rest of the
bubblewrap and stepped off the dolly. "Thank you, Mr. Spock."
Spock nodded slightly to her. "If you'll excuse me, Nurse, I must return to the captain."
"Yes, I understand," said Chapel, trying not to weave prurient thoughts into his words. Not that
it mattered. She watched him leave, then shut the door.
"Do you require anything, Christine?" Andrea asked, an expression of exuberant helpfulness across
her perfectly-formed face.
Of course she looks perfect, she's an android, Christine thought. Out loud, she
merely sighed and looked at the carpet. "I suppose I could use a glass of iced tea."
"Certainly, Christine," Andrea smiled. "Sweetened or unsweetened?"
"Unsweet, please," said Christine. "With a little milk."
She walked back to her desk and opened up the medical journal again. It was harder to read with the
added tension of a virtual stranger hovering around her. She'd barely gotten through a paragraph by
the time the tea was placed ever-so-gracefully in her hand. "Thank you," she said, wondering if one
really needed to say thank you to something that wasn't alive. After all, if the Enterprise crew thanked
the ship's computer for every calculation made, they'd never have time to do anything else...
"It is my pleasure, Christine." Andrea remained standing behind her with her hands at her sides.
"May I provide you with anything else?"
"Not right now, no," Christine answered. "I think I'd just like to finish this article before I
go to bed. I've had a long day."
"Very good." Andrea answered like a perfect English butler, and then wandered away to begin dusting
Christine continued reading her article, but in the back of her mind, she noted with interest that
Andrea had the ability to take initiative and create her own tasks, instead of merely following
instructions. Maybe she wasn't as much like the Enterprise computer as Christine had thought.
More than a little pleased that someone *else* was cleaning up her cabin, without being asked,
Christine found the energy to finish not only the article she was reading, but the next two as well.
Finally, her glass of tea drained, and her energy as well, she stood up and stretched, yawning.
"Would you like for me to bring your nightclothes?" Andrea asked.
"Yes, that would be very nice of you," answered Christine, walking into the bathroom to take off
her eye makeup. In a little more than an hour, Andrea had managed to pamper her more than she'd ever
been pampered in her life. Christine came from a colony world, and life was rough there. She'd
gotten used to it. But this was an unexpected treat.
By the time Christine crawled into bed in her pastel green satin nightie and light gray flannel gown,
fetched by Andrea, she felt more relaxed than she could ever remember feeling. "Thank you, Andrea,"
she told the android as her body melted into the bedclothes. "You can shut off now."
"It is my pleasure to serve," Andrea reminded her, "and I do not need sleep."
"Of course not," said Christine. "But don't you need to save energy?"
"I work on an efficient light-generated system that can conserve power for days of darkness," said
"You're a plant!" Christine realized with astonishment. "You're an artificial plant."
"That is one way of looking at it," Andrea agreed demurely.
"Tell me, Andrea--" Christine stopped. She wasn't sure how to phrase her question. "Do you--can
you feel? I mean, when you say it's your pleasure to serve, do you actually know what you mean by
"Computers are programmed to experience what might be compared to electronic 'satisfaction' at
the solution to a problem or the completion of a task," Andrea explained. "I do not know if it is
what you experience as happiness."
"You kissed Captain Kirk," Christine commented. "What did you feel when you did that?"
"I experienced a programmed internal satisfaction because I was completing Dr. Korby's request."
"Not because you were doing something to the captain that he might enjoy?"
"He was not the one who told me to issue the kiss."
"I understand." Christine thought for a little bit. This was very interesting--a completely unselfish
individual! How incredible. And how disgusting that Roger had created this--this--cheerful slave. It
was a good thing she was Christine's now, because she could think of a lot of people who would abuse
her functions. Not that it would harm Andrea, but having a literal slave couldn't be good for the human psyche.
"You have independent thought," she said out loud.
"That is correct."
Christine kept thinking.
Andrea interrupted her reverie. "Would you like me to come to bed? I will dim the lights first."
Christine blinked, rattled. Of course. Roger--Andrea hadn't known anything else. She was too
tired to be painfully disgusted by his actions, as she usually was. "Did Roger take you to bed every
night?" She didn't know why she'd asked.
"Yes," answered Andrea. "Sometimes he would ask me to perform sexually, and sometimes he would merely
sleep beside me."
"Has he ever made love to the body you're in now? The backup?"
"No. This body was never used."
For some reason, that made Christine feel better. She had a clean copy, fresh out of the packaging.
Christine was thinking again. She usually pleasured herself before sleep each night, to lull her
mind and body into a dreamy stupor that provoked sleep. It was a habit since girlhood, and her body had
grown used to it--even expected it. With Andrea here, she'd felt self-conscious about touching herself
as usual. But if Andrea was used to this, and was even programmed for it... Besides, she was only a
machine. It was only a machine, and not even female. It was an android, with amusing, "personal
use" functions, as they called it.
It was really like having a new vibrator, she realized. She'd never liked vibrators as much as her
own fingers--they weren't gentle enough, and then if you fell asleep right after, you have a big chunk
of plastic in bed with you. But Andrea was warm and soft and lifelike.
"You can turn out the lights, and come into bed." She didn't say anything else. She figured she'd handle
whatever was next after Andrea was under the sheets and the room was dark.
"Lights to five percent." Andrea spoke clearly, and then became a silhouette.
Christine smelled roses as Andrea climbed into bed, pulling the covers over her body. "You smell nice,"
"Thank you," said Andrea, her perfect auburn hair spilling over the side of the bed.
"I'm sorry there isn't much room. It's only a single bed."
"We are small women. There is room if we are close."
"Mm-hmm." Christine wasn't sure how to ask Andrea for what she wanted. She was certain she'd feel
silly if she said it out loud. She was already massaging her own breasts, a familiar, comfortable
Andrea snuggled closer and seemed aware of what Chris was doing. "Does that bring you pleasure?"
"Yes," answered Christine, a little startled. It seemed obvious to her. Then again, Andrea wasn't a
real woman, and she didn't know how complete Andrea's education was. There had only been Roger down there,
"I can help you," Andrea offered.
After a long pause, Christine said simply, "Be gentle. They're tender." Her walls were slipping away
in the dim, calm cabin.
Andrea's hand moved across their bodies to Christine's chest. She let it delicately rest across
one breast, lighter than a human's touch, definitely lighter than most men's.
Christine sighed happily and closed her eyes. She felt very, very lucky. Someone else was doing this
to her. That had never happened before. She had always been responsible for her own pleasure, even
with Roger. He was older and more experienced than all the men she had dated as a young woman, so he
really should have behaved better, but...
The hand Andrea was using was the one farthest away from Christine. The nurse groped around on the bed
for her other hand, the near hand. When she found it she scooped Andrea's fingers into her own and held
her hand. Every bit as lifelike as she had boasted...
The room filled with a peaceful silence as Christine's body responded to the doll's caresses. Her
legs opened in a relaxed V, her blood flowing healthily. Instinctively she moved her hand, the one that
wasn't holding Andrea's, down to her panties. But then she remembered.
She moved her hand back up and gently took hold of Andrea's, the one that now held her bosom. Without
saying a word, she moved Andrea's hand downwards and slid it into her own underwear.
She had to show Andrea what to do, because Andrea had only gone to bed with Roger and Dr. Brown,
and as an android with no method of pleasuring herself physically, she had no reason to
explore her own body. Andrea's computer brain learned quickly, and before long her warm little fingers
moved rapidly but veeeery gently at the sensitive place just inside the folds of Christine's skin. Gently.
Gentle and warm. Warm and soft. Soft and fragrant. Locks of her hair floated around Chris's nose, and
everything smelled like roses.
Christine's pleasure built and she rocked her hips into Andrea's hand. Small cries began to escape
her lips. Finally, she climaxed, and placed her own hand on top of Andrea's to stop the pulses of her
fingers and show her how to coax out each ecstatic contraction.
The hand that had been holding Andrea's was squeezing very hard with the force of Christine's orgasm.
She now relaxed her grip.
"You are strong for a human woman," Andrea observed.
"Thank you." Christine gathered her senses. "That was very--good." She wasn't quite sure how to handle
"It was my pleasure," Andrea answered, and the room fell silent.
As she drifted into sleep, Christine realized that her life plans were realigning again. She'd been
off course, unmoored in space, after losing her future with Roger. Marooned in space as an overqualified
nurse and no way of improving her credentials, she'd done her best to work hard and sacrifice herself
for the health of her crewmates. But now--she had someone to watch after her, to make sure her shelves
were dusted and her tea glass filled, and to take care of her at night. It wasn't love. It wasn't even
close. But with someone else there to sweep away the dusty, mundane duties from her life, she was
suddenly free to think once again about--
I was wondering if I could speak with you privately tomorrow at some point. Years ago, I planned to
go to medical school and become a doctor. My life has changed directions several times since then, but
I'm back on track now and have investigated the possibility of becoming a Starfleet doctor. They would
like a recommendation from you. I consider it an honor and a privilege to serve in the Enterprise Sickbay.
Thank you for your time, and I look forward to our meeting.