New beginnings

I have been a part of a world that is feared by many, but over those years, I believed the will of the Collective.

We had purpose, a goal to achieve, and a universe that had to be directed and moulded into perfect harmony.

We were the Borg, complete in our own perfection. Each species we encountered we assimilated, adding to our own, technology or own hive mind. Each life that we assimilated reached us closer to our goal. Our will was made up of millions of souls each connected to the next, each working together millions of minds working as one.

Perfection we believed was the height of our existence, and like many before and after me I believed In all those things, never did I question, always I performed the will of the collective, served my Queen. I served for over 18 earth years, taken when I was a child, I spent those years achieving all that this drone was commanded to do. All we did was for the good, never did I think that we the Borg where the parasites of the Universe. I felt nothing, know emotions for the ones we claimed as our own, know regrets for the worlds we tore apart.

Each drone had a designation, a part of the hole, whether a work drone, tactical drone, engineering or technical, each work as one. I am, was a advanced tactical and technical drone, the right hand of our Queen, through me commands where sent, assimilation of worlds, people, lives were common, a day to day exercise, each day we came closer and closer to perfection.

Each assimilation of a world was recorded, each move a world made to deter and destroy us was remembered, each error was never made again, the Borg grow strong with each passing day.

We believed we were unstoppable, we where wrong.

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The U.S.S. Voyager would have been a prize, full of intelligent and resourceful individuals, the Queen sent orders that they where to be assimilated, know matter the outcome to our mission. The last thing that we remember of being Borg, are of hearing the voices and my Queen, then there was pain and the endless void of nothing.

We remember the sounds around us, the soft sounds of a Borg cube, but the sounds were faint, as we opened our eyes to find not the surroundings we new, but the alcoves that where beamed aboard the humans ship. A face of the one they called, Captain Janeway, stood in front of us, along with two others. This drone was not a part of the collective, no voices could we hear, and the first human emotions we would feel for over 18 years were the ones of fear and anger.

Fear of being alone, anger from not returning to our home. The Borg would have come for us. We are The Borg.

This drone needed, wanted to return to the collective, this human, Janeway refused. Then there was pain, and darkness returned.

We awoke some time later, lying on of their sickbay beds, she, Janeway stood to the side with the hologram they have for a doctor.

What had they done to us? They were taking us a part a piece at a time. I believed then that they should have let us die. What did they understand of us, how could they understand what it is to be Borg. Janeway believed she did.

The anger and fear had returned, this all was caused by the one called, Janeway. The one person, that was stopping us from returning home to our collective.

“ You should have let us die.”

“I could not do that.” Janeway replied.

My anger grow, could not or would not let us leave, it did not matter, we where here alone. The annoying doctor told us we would not die. What did he know, he was not us, did not feel what we felt. There was conciliation, the Captain looked as anger at him as we did.

Janeway wonted to help us. How, she was not Borg and yet when she spoke to us, there was knowledge and wisdom in her words. She talked about millions of minds working as one, a harmony of purpose and thought. The security and thought of a unified will. She was not afraid of us, but we were afraid of her.

We missed all those things; this drone was small and alone only silence, one voice one mind.

This human wonted us to stay, to become a member of her community. They wonted us to repair their ship, return it to its original state before we improved it.

Captain Janeway looked at us. “You will comply,” sounding so much like our Queen, we found ourselves following her to Engineering.

There were others their, working together, just like the Hive, except we could not hear their thoughts. They were fools, alone, weak, and did they ever stop talking?

There was a chance to return home, an advantage, we took the risk, home and the collective was the only mission we had know. They stopped me.

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Janeway was hear, and we, I was in their Brig.

Janeway wonted to know why. Why? Are they not striving to return home, would they not do every thing in their power to return?

We talk about return to humanity, that If, I wished to return to the collective would she return us to the collective. No, we had no choice and that She; Janeway would make the decision for us.

We told her she was know better then the Borg, I see know that that hurt her, something I know try not to do. However, back then we new only the life of a drone, we new nothing else.

I wonted to return to my own kind, I did not know what it was like to be human. Janeway wonted me to remember the girl I was. The fear and emotions that had been re-pressed for so long came to the surface.

“One voice, is stronger then a thousand.” Janeway believed this, that I had the right to life, the life that was taken away from me so long ago.

She held me, for the first time in my life, I was held as the child lost so many years ago, spoke softly to me, felt my pain and loss. If there was one moment in time, one moment that I remember with no doubt it would be in the brig when this one Borg drone, felt love for the first time.

 “ Seven?”

“Annika?”

I turned to find the one person in my life that had stood by me, understood who I was, accepted that part of me that would forever be Borg and a smile graced my face.

“Kathryn, I thought you were sleeping.” I replied turning from the stars.

Kathryn walked towards me; sleep in her eyes, and worry. She had thrown on a light gown of deep red, where as I very rarely wear anything, just as I am naked now.

“Is something wrong Seven?” she asked rubbing her eyes.

I smiled and moved towards her. “No, nothing is wrong I was just think.”

“About?” her arms came around me and squeezed lightly. As I placed my arms around her, holding her closer.

“When I first came here two years ago.”

“Oh, and are you sorry you stayed with us.” Kathryn asked there was a slight tremor in her words.

I looked closely into her eyes, and brought my hand up and softly stroked her face, feeling the soft skin under my human hand, moving it up over her nose and across her forehead. Watching as she realised a held breath and closed her eyes, pressing closer to me.

“No, you are my life now, my collective, my home I will never leave you.” My Kathryn opened her eyes as a tear slowly slide down her face.

“Come, let me show you.” I reached down for her hand, drawing her into our bedroom.

Pulling Kathryn towards me I softly kissed her neck, feeling her move her head and realise a soft moan into the night. Her arms came to rest around me, pulling me closer, I felt her need for me, for my touch and my love.

I slide down into the clean sheets, pulling her down with me feeling her weight come to rest, feeling the warm heat of her soaking through my skin, as I slowly moved my kiss’s up to her mouth, seeking her tongue, moving them together in a caress, feeling her hands moving down to press us closer.

I slipped my hand under the shoulder of her gown moving my kiss along one smooth shoulder, as her head moves backwards another moan lit the air. I Slowly removed the barrier between us.

Her kisses were soft on my throat as my Kathryn moved over me, licking my skin, nipping it lightly before moving downwards. I moved my hand to her neck pulling her back up to face me, watching as the question came to her lips.

“Let me,” I whispered before pulling her down again to my waiting lips. Kathryn’s hands came to rest on my shoulders holding me lightly in place, I smiled into the wet kiss, moving my hands across her back, feeling her arch up at my touch, never losing contact to her warm mouth.

My hands came to rest on her shapely hips, as I slowly lifted and resettled her against me so that she was straddling my left leg, I felt the soft hair between her warm thighs brush against my leg, and she moan into my mouth, wriggling against me for a moment, kissing me down my neck.

“Annika,” she softly moaned in appreciation.

“Shh love, relax and enjoy”

“Mmmmmm”

I slowly moved my right hand to place it between soft cheeks, lifting my leg and feeling the moister of my love,

“Is that good?” I asked moving her softly against me, feeling her hands tighten on my shoulders as I rubbed her butt softly.

“Yessssss”

With my other hand, I slowly ran my Borg assimilation tubes down her spine, moving the soft tentacle’s in a circler motion making sure that they pressed into her. I slowly moved them lower, feeling my Kathryn move a little quicker against my leg, as a few little grunts came from her lids.

I love the way she is moving, not big bold movements, but small, making sure where never far apart, my thigh is covered with her passion making her movement easy and smooth. I watch for a moment as she slowly rides her passion. Each rise or her warm cheeks, making my love and passion for her grow even more.

“No,” Kathryn whispered as I move my right hand back between her checks making her movements a little slowly.

I smile, rubbing her again as she settles down.

I have never loved her this way before, mainly because I know that my Borg implants and especially my assimilation tubes make her nervous. But they can do more the assimilate, they feel more then any hand of fingers could ever do, I can feeling ever move they make against her, more then just a touch, I can practical see what I feel, and right now I was going to show my Kathryn the pleasure they could bring.

Moving lower into the river of moister I move then gently around feeling all the places and dips Kathryn has. Rubbing around a hard little ridge, Kathryn was so intently rubbing on my thigh. Feeling her tighten, her movements, as her hips moved a little fast.

“Oh, yessssss, Annika, ohhhhh gods” Kathryn moaned and grunted in my ear.

I let my assimilation tubes grow a little longer knowing that she could feel them snaking about between her hunger thighs.

Kathryn lifted her head staring into my eyes, but did not stop her movements. A little frown hard formed between her eyes. I lifted slightly to kiss it away; sweat slowly running down her neck Kathryn was hot and ready.

I moved my lips to her ear to whisper. “Kathryn I will never hurt you, relax and let yourself go, here there is only you and I.”

I slowly found her well of passion, moving slowly around the edge of the moist opening, still looking into worried eyes, I rubbed along the edge with a tentacle watching as a rush of pleasure coloured her face, her head coming back to rest on my shoulder. Hips that had not stopped moving started to push against my hand.

“That’s its baby.”

I entered her slowly, not wonting to rush as I enter her for the first time with Borg technology, Kathryn lifts slightly and for a brief moment is still, before her movement begin again. I feel a rush or moister around my tubes as I slowly go deeper, making them become thicker as I feel my Kathryn riding a little harder, straining again my tubes.

“Better?” I ask her.

I feel the nodded against my shoulder as her movement’s picks up pace, along with the moans and soft noises she makes.

My other hand still holds her, helping her move against my hand, I stroke deep inside, snaking around finding all her hidden places, enjoying her movement.

Kathryn slow lifts up looking into my eyes a smile of wonder on her lips, she gives a soft hiss of pleasure as I slowly increase her pace, moister now flowing with ease.

“W..Why haven’t we done th…mmmm…gods…before.”

“You where not ready” was my reply.

A laugh ran around the room as she looked down towards my hand, and back to my face.

I smiled pulling her back to my shoulder, “ I think you are more then ready now.”

My Kathryn was indeed more then ready, her grip on me tightens, her hips pushed hard against me hand, my tubes where thick, and so very wet, as she rides my assimilation tubes. I know she can feel them moving inside her, as I send soft signals to her insides, stimulating her, making her move fast, beyond need, into a animal passion, her panting getting heaver and quicker.

I feel her tighten as a flood of thick moister releases into my hand running down my thigh, she has know idea where she is, who she is other then her need to mate. A loud cry builds inside her as I press ever deeper inside, her beautiful sweat soaked back arches upwards as she cries into the night.

“Annnnnnnniiiiiiiiikkkkkkkaaaaaaaa”

I keep her moving, knowing for my sensors that there is more, I see her eyes, large and wild, her hips continue to ride hard, I move my hand that has been moving her, knowing that she will not stop, bring it to massage her breasts, listing to her whimpers, and squeeze softly rubbing in soft circles.

“Oh…gods.” Her back aches again.

A long howl hits the air. “Ggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr……..” as she releases her passion into my hand again.

“That’s it baby, you feel so good.” I watch as she slowly comes down, those hips still moving taking her nourishment, feeding.  

“I can’t stop.” She whispers.

“Emmmmm I know, your mine now, no one else can feed you the way I do.” I reply.

Strong hips that have just feed still move, slightly.

“Can you feel me inside you?” I ask sending another signal into her, stimulating her again.

“Ooohhhh…yes” Kathryn hissed.

“Emmmmm, are you still hunger my Kathryn?”

“Yes,” as another hiss leaves her parted lips, lips that where dry for panting.

I slowly move us around turning her over and moving her so that she is face down on the bed, my hand never leaving its warm place, hips that did not stop twitching. The beauty in being Borg was that I could control my own bodies’ responses, freeing my mind to pleasure Kathryn.

Lying besides her watching the movement as her hips leave the bed, her hands in fist holding the pillow against her self, my Kathryn has never been more beautiful.

“Emmmm, perhaps you need a little more.”

“More?” I heard her squeak.

“Yes, more,” I slowly move her legs bringing them into herself, letting her rest on her knees, her face resting on the pillow. Know her butt was in the air, I blow softly on her heated flesh, making her hips jerk on my hand. A trickle ran down the back of her thigh.

“Annika, pleeaaasssssee.” She said pushing back onto the tubes.

I give a soft laugh, making myself more comfortable at her side, I reach under her rubbing her belly, down to her wet hair, scratching lightly making her squirm. My Kathryn is dripping for me.

I look into her eyes and send a signal to my hand, her eyes go wide as the tubes inside her grow thick, making her need grow, making it harder for her to ride.

“Slowly” I say, my hand beneath her gentle started to move her onto my hand, not to fast, letting her get used to the thickness. Her eyes are tight shut, her mouth slightly open as she lets me lead her.

It didn’t take long, her body making its self ready for more, getting wetter, my Kathryn was moving in an easy movement, her eyes wide now, open staring at me, I slowly lowered myself to her lips my hands continued to move her and explore. Pushing deeper I let my assimilation tubes narrow at the ends moving slightly going deeper then anyone ever had.

My Kathryn’s movement came quicker, grunts of pleasure leaving her lips. I felt more passion leave her as I moved the end of my tubes over a hard thick ridge. She was now moving hard, pressing back her face and neck stretched out, her hands pulling at the pillow, she was beyond anything that she had known before.

It did not take long, a rush of thick liquid, and my Kathryn was panting again.

A cry, a howl rocked our cabin, as Kathryn reach her peak, not caring about anything but satisfying the hunger she had for my touch.

I slowly release her letting her hips come to rest on the bed. I slowly withdraw my assimilation tubes, smiling as I saw just how much my mate had enjoyed herself.

“Seven?”

“Yes, Kathryn.” I asked as I pulled the sheets over us, settling down at her side moving the damp hair out of her eyes.

“I love you.”

I smiled, “I know,” I pulled my tried partner to my side, rapping my arms around her and watched as she slowly drifted of to sleep.

The Borg believed that they have perfection, but they are wrong. I have perfection sleeping in my arms.

The End

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