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Desires

Captain Kathryn Janeway was approaching forty years old, despite that milestone on the horizon she was still exceptionally beautiful. She was tall, auburn haired - at the moment hanging down to her shoulders and the tight fitting Starfleet uniform done a respectable job of showing off both the gentle curves of her breasts and the pleasing slope of her back that led down to her gorgeously tight ass. At the moment the ship was running in 'night-mode' which meant all lighting had been turned down to its lowest level, at the moment Janeway was sitting in her quarters, illuminated by candlelight, reading the myriad of ship reports that came in from the heads of the ship's departments, Janeway had lost interest in these reports years ago but protocol demanded she give them her 'signature'. Janeway closed her eyes for a moment and when she re-opened them she lost her place on the report she was reading, sighing unhappily she threw the report across the room, it impacted with a 'clang' against the far wall. Janeway stood up and shook her head side to side for a minute and rubbed her eyes to clear the fuzziness in her vision. In her next set of 'exercises' she bent as far backwards as she could and then as far forwards, there was a slight crack in her back as she did so, a good indicator of how long she had been working.

Half four in the morning and Janeway was up reading reports that she doubted anyone in Starfleet Command would ever see. 'No don't think that' thought Janeway. She knew that someday Voyager would get home, wether it took another year or anther twenty it would get home. The small sliver of doubt still crept into her mind from time to time and it was enough to make her edgy and agitated. 'That's not the only reason, is it?' thought Janeway wryly, your up all night reading reports because your trying to deal with the other kind of tension. "Coffee." said Janeway aloud.

Janeway walked over to the replicator and ordered a black coffee, a few seconds later a large cup of steaming black coffee appeared, Janeway practically wolfed the stuff down, this was her seventh cup tonight and she could feel the caffeine working its way through her system, it was a small jolt of energy but enough to get her through the rest of these damned reports. With a small sigh of discontent she sat back at her desk and continued her reading. The communications system beeped into life, startling Janeway, it was Seven of Nine, former Borg drone and now Voyager's resident expert on ... well everything.

"We have detected unusual energy readings in the system ahead." explained Seven.

Janeway entered the Bridge, only Harry Kim, the young Asian ensign and Seven of Nine, in her tight fitting blue cat-suit which showed off both sets of her ample curves, were awake. Seven of Nine, ex-Borg drone and now much valued member of the crew, Janeway had at first taken on a role of 'Seven's guardian' instructing her to explore her Humanity and to finally red herself of all connections to the Borg, Seven had been assimilated at such a young age the only life she knew was the Borg. Until Janeway and Chakotay had severed that connection. Voyager had become Seven's new 'collective'. Now Janeway wasn't sure what her relationship with Seven was, the days were she would offer Seven some advice or guidance had long since passed. Seven was now an individual. 'And a very attractive one at that.' Janeway noted subconsciously. "So what's the problem?" asked Janeway shaking loose of her thoughts.

"There is a disturbance ahead, it is two hundred light years across and it is generating massive amounts of radiation, Warp Drive will not be functional." explained Seven.

"At least six months." responded Seven and she promptly double checked her calculations.

"There is massive amounts of debris, possibly ships, some of them match the readings of Species 8472." said Seven bitterly.

"They destroyed hundreds of ships and several of our ... the Borg's colonies." replied Seven.

"Plot a course around it then." sighed Janeway, the delay would probably be enormous but infinitely safer.

"It will be safer though, I'm not in the mood to have another run in with Species 8472, take as many scans as you can of the phenomenon and if you can find away to get the Warp Drive to work within this ... Expanse then good but otherwise we go round." said Janeway.

Janeway never noticed Harry Kim heading for the turbo-lift, his shift having ended, she did hear his loud yawn however, for the next half hour it would be only her and Seven. She did notice, however, Seven coming round to join her, she sat in the first officer's chair and activated its control panel. Janeway felt too tired to bother with half hearted 'helping'. Janeway stood up and headed for the turbo-lift, she was going to return to her quarters and catch up on some much needed sleep, her shift started at 09:30, so she would only have about four hours of sleep. "Captain, I could use some assistance." said Seven as she noticed the Captain leaving. Seven's feelings on Janeway were much more succinct, she adored Janeway, she was the one who took her from the collective, gave her a sense of individuality and freedom, she gave her a new life and a new purpose. She resented that decision at first but came to realize that the Borg did indeed represent the ultimate evil in the Universe and she would never go back to them. Over the last few years her admiration for Janeway had grown into something more. The Borg had no concept of 'love', 'respect' or 'kindness'. But Seven did and she knew her feeling for Janeway was more than respect. It was love.

"I understand Captain, perhaps tomorrow?" said Seven with a slightly raised eyebrow.

Seven couldn't resist it anymore, Janeway's swaying of her ass, wether deliberate or not, was driving Seven crazy and made her want to gush her feelings out right now. "Captain, please stay, I have something I wish to say to you."

Janeway suddenly paused on her way to the 'lift, Seven's tone had changed, she sounded almost afraid, or nervous was a better way to describe it, usually Seven only used this kind of voice when something deeply personal was troubling her. "What's the matter, Seven?" asked Janeway and she slowly turned around.

"I wish to discuss matters of a personal nature." sighed Seven, she could feel her pulse rising, suddenly the uniform she was wearing felt much more tighter, if that were possible, Seven was becoming more aware that she was very hot.

Despite no one being on the Bridge, Janeway gestured towards her ready room. Seven nodded and walked towards it with Janeway following.

"Sit down." said Janeway gesturing to the long chair, on many occasions it had doubled as Janeway's bed when she worked long into the night. Seven sat down, she looked nervous, her cheeks had developed a blush and she was sweating, small pools of sweat had gathered under her breasts, serving to exemplify them even more. Janeway had to literally tear her eyes away from the gorgeous sight. "So what is it you want to discuss?" asked Janeway, her breathing slightly harder.

"Four years ago you rescued me from the Borg," began Seven "at first I resented being pulled away from all that I had ever known, I believe it is fair to say I was a little hard on you and the crew at first." Seven smiled slightly.

"I believe I made it extremely difficult for you, lesser beings would've given up but you didn't, you persevered and, eventually, made me an individual." said Seven.

Seven avoid Janeway's gaze, she looked at the floor, at the office's furniture, she muttered something under her breath and then finally focused on Janeway, she felt magnificently uncomfortable but she said it "I love you."

"Sorry?" asked Janeway stunned. She heard the words but she was sure she had misheard, she'd gone insane, she had avoided sleep so much that she was actually hallucinating that the beautiful creature sitting next to her was coming onto her.

She was pretty sure the entire time she had known Seven she had never once called her 'Kathryn'. "Seven what do you mean you love me, that's not possible." said Janeway scrabbling for an excuse to get away from Seven, but politely.

Seven was caught in two minds, one part of her wanted to get out of the office, forget the whole experience and try to explain later that it was some stupid joke. But another part of her wanted to stay, wanted to make Janeway even more uncomfortable. Seven smiled, she 'innocently' let her hand slide down Janeway's thigh. Despite Janeway's obvious embarrassment she didn't try to restrict Seven, in fact Janeway was slowly warming to the idea of spending some more time with the beautiful ex-Borg. Seven's hand slowly slid up Janeway's thigh, the Captain was beginning to breathe heavily, she subconsciously felt where Seven's hand was going, Janeway smiled and slowly shifted so she could spread her legs a bit more. Seven began to slowly caress Janeway's crotch, even through the material of the uniform Janeway could feel herself beginning to get wet.

"I've went eight years without ... I'm ready." replied Janeway, she took a deep breath and let it out, much of her anxiety went with it.

Seven smiled as she felt the small patch of dampness and the wonderful aroma of female sex. Seven's caresses began more frantic and Janeway started to gasp quite audibly, she was frantically bucking back against Seven's caress, Seven's nimble fingers were close to being crushed by Janeway as she thrust back against them, once or twice Seven's fingers managed to penetrate the material of the uniform and slid into Janeway's wet vagina, it only took a few more thrusts before Janeway hit the apex of her pleasure, her back straightened and she let out a wail of pleasure, a flood of juices spurted from her excited vagina and soaked the crotch of her uniform. Seven dipped her finger once into Janeway's vagina and pulled it out, she took a small taste of the juices collected on her finger, she inhaled the strong scent and then sighed.

Janeway came down from her high, she looked at Seven with a big grin. "Interesting, that was my first time with another woman." said Janeway.

"Stand up." commanded Janeway. Seven did as she was told, she stood up in front of Janeway, the Captain took her time examining Seven, her big breasts, her slinky waist, the space between her legs where the uniform was pressing against her vagina. "Turn around." demanded Janeway in a seductive voice. Again, Seven did as she was told, she turned around and had her back to Janeway. She blushed when she heard Janeway let out a gasp of pleasure.

Janeway was looking at Seven's ass, the tight blue suit did its best to accentuate every curve of her gorgeous bottom. Janeway would've been quite content to just stare at this sight all day. But she knew what was to come and didn't want to put it off ... not for too long anyway. "I want you to lean forward." commanded Janeway.

"Lean forward, over the table." said Janeway indicating her table. Seven moved in front of the Janeway's table, she leaned over it, her entire upper body was supported by the table and her ass was pointing in the air.

Janeway walked over to Seven, she ran her hand down Seven's back, she caressed Seven's curvaceous ass. She squeezed and nipped Seven's ass for a minute or two and then all of a sudden delivered a slap to her ass. Seven let out a small moan, before she had time to recover Janeway delivered another slap, another moan. Seven had tears welling up in her eyes but she accepted the 'punishment', more slaps, more tears, more moans. Truth be told Seven was actually beginning to enjoy the 'torture'. Each new slap brought a new welt of pain but it also brought more pleasure, her vagina beginning to soak her cat-suit, Janeway could sense Seven's rising pleasure but she still continued to spank her ass. Several more times until finally stopping and letting Seven stand up. Janeway, standing behind Seven, squeezed her ass a few more times and then reached for the zip of the cat-suit, she pulled it down and then moved in front of Seven, she undone the other zipper. Janeway pulled down the suit, slowly, never letting her gaze drift from Seven's astonishingly sexy face. Finally the suit reached Seven's ankles and she kicked it aside. Janeway gave a small chuckle. Seven wore no underwear.

"It is usually customary to wear ... underwear." replied Janeway with a chuckle.

Janeway examined her gorgeous friend 'in the flesh'. Her massive breasts seem even more magnificent now free of their confinements, her vagina was covered with a small amount of blonde curly pubic hair. Seven gave a twirl, Janeway smiled at the brief view of her ass, still red and sore after her spanking. Janeway's arms went around Seven's waist, she pulled her close and then planted a long loving kiss on her lips, Seven instantly returned the kiss, she let her mouth be spread open as they let their tongues mingle with each other, tasting each other. Janeway broke off the kiss, a small line of saliva still joining their mouths. "Now what?" asked Seven.

Janeway led Seven to the chair, Seven sat down and Janeway knelt before her, she gently parted Seven's legs, Janeway slowly licked and nipped the inside of her thighs, working her way up and down each thigh, she deliberately avoided her pussy for the time being and then without warning started lapping at her pussy like a hungry dog. Janeway licked up all the wetness that dribbled from Seven's pussy. Seven's entire being was trembling as Janeway's lips found her vagina slick, wet and inviting. Janeway's tongue penetrated her deeply. Instantly Seven's virgin walls constricted around Janeway's tongue as it moved slow and steady. Seven's clitoris, swollen and throbbing, as if it was waiting eagerly for the moment when Janeway's tongue would embrace it. Moving up, Janeway attacked it with her licks and nips and slow kisses. Janeway no longer thought of all the time she had wasted never taking a new lover when the ship was stranded, no longer about Chakotay, or Michael Sullivan, her only thoughts lay on her best friend lying before her, Seven was lost, she was not thinking much of anything except on the incredibly intense pleasure that arced like electricity throughout her entire body. Janeway could feel the rush of desire from Seven, she had started to take deep breaths as if trying to hold off the oncoming explosion. Understanding her friend's need Janeway's pace quickened as she closed her eyes, she too was caught up in the rush of excitement generated by Seven's orgasm, her pussy exploding, releasing a stream of juices. Janeway lapped up as much of the juice as she could, swallowing it as well, she never realized any woman could cum so much. But then it was Seven's first time. Seven was completely exhausted, her whole body seemed to heave with the effort of just breathing, Seven slumped against the chair, totally exhausted.

"I'm okay, I will adapt." said Seven letting some of her old self slip in. Seven watched Janeway standing up, the Captain peeled of her uniform and casually tossed it aside. Next came her dark blue body suit, pools of sweat making it cling tightly to her breasts, Janeway lingered a moment as she unhooked her bra and discarded it. She also appeared to unduly fuss over her white panties, making Seven even more desperate. Janeway's stomach was very firm, her breasts sagged a little, she was approaching forty after all, and her pussy was covered in brown hair. She mimicked Seven's twirl from earlier, the former Borg drone gave a smile of appreciation.

Janeway sat on Seven's lap, she wrapped her legs around Seven's waist and said "Are you ready for the last bit of fun tonight?"

A gasp escaped Janeway's mouth when she felt Seven's finger slip into her cleft and stroke between the swollen labia. Janeway filled her hands with Seven's generous breasts and lowered her mouth to take her inviting nipples between her teeth. Janeway sucked and nibbled one thimble-sized nipple, then the other, enjoying the resilient flesh in her mouth. Seven moaned and pressed herself into Janeway's oral caress. Seven kissed Janeway's shoulders and neck while she continued stroking the length of Janeway's swollen clitoris with her wet finger. Janeway continued to massage Seven's breasts with her mouth. Seven knew what Janeway needed, and she stroked her clitoris faster, while doing that Seven squeezed and pulled Janeway's nipple, then slid the tip of her warm, wet tongue into Janeway's ear. As if she didn't have enough stimulation, the wet, sexy tickling sensation of her tongue in Janeway's ear sent her over, the Captain had a short, hard climax. Seven slowed her strokes after Janeway passed her peak. When Janeway had come down, she turned in Seven's arms and kissed her passionately. Janeway slid her middle finger down through Seven's tight blonde curls and found her cleft. Janeway slowly slid her finger into Seven's vagina. Janeway began to finger fuck her. Her eyes were closed and she continued fuck her with her fingers. Seven just kept developing more and more juice. 'Christ, she's like a bloody water hose.' thought Janeway as her hand was flooded by Seven's juices. Janeway's furious pace began to take its toll on Seven, she was screaming and moaning, her orgasm was building up at a ferocious rate, all of a sudden she let out a quaking scream, her juices came faster and harder, literally spraying everywhere, including Janeway who had to clean it all up. Not that she was complaining. She scooped up the juices with her fingers and tasted them, she offered her fingers to Seven, she accepted them, running her tongue across them. Cleaning up every last trace of her cum from them. They shared their mixed juices until both of them were dry, Janeway ordered the door locked so both her and Seven could sleep nude together, they curled up together, their legs and arms entwined in each others. Both of them smiling happily, both of them grateful for the feelings they had expressed today.

Janeway gave Seven's ass one more pet squeeze and then she grinned. "Tomorrow we'll have to think of some new ways to pleasure ourselves."

"Voyager has been located. Grid 47A." said the voice of the Collective, the myriad of voice, Human and Alien, all working together to achieve a single purpose in life. Perfection.

"Lay in an intercept course." said the Borg Queen. The Queen was a strange creature. Outwardly her appearance was Human but her skin was pale, coated in what seemed to be sweat, there was a metallic node jutting out from the back of her skull that kept her in constant contact with the entire Collective. Her lithe body, small but firm breasts and tight ass were wrapped in a uniform of jet black.

"We will comply." said the voice of the Collective.

"Once I reach you Janeway ... You and your crew will join us." said the Queen with a broad smirk lighting up her previously inanimate face.

****

"Captain, we are receiving a distress call. Audio only." said Tuvok, the stoic Vulcan worked at his console, attempting to clean up the message which was badly garbled.

"On speakers." said Janeway. Kathryn Janeway was nearly forty years old, although she probably would've denied it if told, she was still exceptionally beautiful. Age seeming to give her an added grace and poise she previously lacked. She was tall, auburn haired - at the moment hanging down to her shoulders and the tight fitting Starfleet uniform done a respectable job of showing off both the gentle curves of her breasts and the pleasing slope of her back that led down to her gorgeously tight ass.

The garbled message hissed with static, but most of it was understandable. "... Freighter Sorasta ... Require help ... Heavy damage ...!"

The message faded after that.

"Mr. Paris, set an intercept course. Maximum Warp!" ordered Janeway.

"Yes, ma'am." said Paris as he worked at his console.

****

Voyager dropped out of Warp a few kilometers from the Sorasta, even before the attack it was largely a tramp freighter with minimal weapons and shields. The site that greeted Janeway on the screen was no cause for joy however. The ship was being attacked by a Borg Attack Sphere.

"Maximum power to shields and weapons!" cried Janeway as the Sphere's attention turned to Voyager.

"Shields and weapons at full power." reported Tuvok.

While the Sphere's attention turned to the Voyager the Sorasta jumped to Warp Speed.

"Without so much as a thank you." muttered Janeway.

"Understandable." said Chakotay, the Indian First Officer. "Under the circumstances.

"We are the Borg. Resistance is futile. Lower your shields and we will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own."

The familiar battle cry had been heard time and time again. The meaning of the words never lost their impact. The Borg had killed thousands of officers and destroyed forty ships at Wolf 359, they had destroyed many more in the battle to protect Earth. Small scale when compared to the trillions of planets and people the Borg had already conquered.

"Open fire." said Janeway calmly.

The Voyager's weapons systems blazed a fiery orange color. Phasers and Torpedoes impacted the ugly pitted surface of the Borg Sphere. The weapons did little damage, small chunks of armour splintered off the ship, that was all. The Borg ship opened fire, the green beams lanced out from the arrays arranged around the ship. Voyager rocked horribly as the weapons penetrated the ship's shields and tore great chunks out of the ship's hull.

"Hull breach on Deck 15." shouted Harry Kim over the din of the warning siren. "Initiating force-fields."

"Cancel!" cried Janeway. "Evacuate Deck 15 and divert force-field power to shields!"

"Done." said Kim.

The Borg ship fired again and again, each time the Voyager's shields weakened further.

"Alright, get us out of here." said Janeway to Paris. "Maximum Warp."

"Yes, ma'am." said Paris, he lay in a course away from the Sphere and engaged. Before the ship could leap to Warp Speed, and safety, the Sphere fired again and the Warp Nacelle exploded.

"Starboard Nacelle destroyed." said Kim. "We've lost Warp Power."

****

"Starship Voyager has been crippled, preparing to initiate assimilation procedure." said the voice of the Collective.

"No." said the Queen slowly. "Beam Janeway and Seven of Nine to a holding cell."

"We will comply."

****

Janeway was about to issue an order when she was enveloped in a surge of green energy. Seven of Nine, who was in Astrometrics at the time, also vanished in a flash of green energy.

"Torres!" yelled Chakotay to the half-Klingon engineer. "Lock on and beam them back!"

"I can't sir, they've set up a scattering field, I can't up their life-signs." replied Torres hopelessly.

"Sir, they've gone into a Transwarp Conduit, we've lost them." said the dejected Harry Kim.

Chakotay looked up just in time to see the Borg Sphere disappear into a surging blue vortex. "Kathryn." he muttered weakly.

****

The holding cell looked very much like the rest of a Borg ship. Dark, dank, metallic, rusty, a wild mish-mash of exposed conduits and wiring. Typical Borg efficiency, function over form. Janeway stood up and walked over to the 'entrance' to the cell. Her path was barred by a force-field that gave her body a minor shock.

"Are you alright?" asked Seven, who was in her tight fitting blue cat-suit which showed off both sets of her ample curves. She had long blonde hair but she always kept it neatly pressed against her head.

"Yes, what could they possibly want with just us two?" replied Janeway.

"The Queen has always seemed to take a personal interest in the affairs of Voyager and its crew." explained Seven. Seven suddenly smiled and said. "In a different situation it would've been good for us to be alone together."

Janeway half-heartedly grinned, although she wanted to continue her relationship with the former Borg-drone, now was not the time or place. "Can you break this force-field?" asked Janeway, her voice turning serious.

"Possibly, although we have no where to escape to, Spheres have a complement of four hundred drones." explained Seven.

****

"Interesting." said the Queen. "Curious emotional reactions, seems our favorite drone becomes more Human the more time she spends with our esteemed Captain Janeway."

The Queen walked down to the holding cell. "Hello, Janeway, Seven. It has been a long time."

"I suppose you are going to assimilate us." said Janeway.

"Perhaps, however I don't think that will help." replied the Queen.

"Help with what?" asked Janeway.

"Three months ago we came across an ancient Star Fleet probe, I believe you remember it 'Friendship One' what we didn't know, until it was too late, that it had picked up a space borne virus which has infected the Collective, we estimate that by the time we mass replicate a cure sixty-percent of the Collective will have been wiped out." explained the Queen.

"Good." replied Janeway defiantly.

"You fail to understand." said the Queen in her eternally serene voice. "We know what the cure is, and we don't care about the potential drone losses, it is simply the fact we cannot manufacture the cure by ourselves."

"Why not?" asked Janeway, she had the uneasy feeling that the cure directly involved some part of her and Seven of Nine.

"Because the cure is Reproductive Fluid, specifically Human Female Reproductive Fluid, and the only source of it in this Quadrant is Voyager so we have selected you and Seven here to be the source of the Fluid." explained the Queen.

Janeway looked incredulous for a moment before speaking. "You want me and Seven to give you samples of our Reproductive Fluid, just so you can cure a disease?"

"Yes." replied the Queen, she walked through the force-field and grabbed Janeway. Despite her slim appearance and almost seeming lack of strength the Queen was indeed very powerful.

The Queen squeezed the Janeway's ass a few times and then reached for the zip of her flight-suit, she pulled down the suit, slowly, never letting her gaze drift from Janeway's beautiful, but terrified face, Janeway could not escape, despite her struggling, from the iron-grip of the Queen. Finally the suit reached Janeway's ankles and the Queen kicked it aside. The Queen's face turned lustful as she gazed upon Janeway's dark vest, panties and bra. The Queen removed the remainder of Janeway's clothing and then admired Janeway's pale skin, her small but perky breasts, the trimmed bush of her pubic hair and her pert ass.

The Queen kneeled before Janeway. Seven of Nine tried to stop the Queen but the two drones stepped forward to restrain her. Seven fought wildly against the mindless workers, to no avail, they were too strong. The Queen slowly licked and nipped the inside of Janeway's thighs, working her way up and down each thigh, she deliberately avoided her pussy for the time being, she wanted to entice her nemesis first, so that when she finally let the Captain reach her climax she would provide plenty of juice from which the Borg could replicate a cure. The Queen concentrated on caressing Janeway's smooth, silky thighs with her tongue. The Queen then pressed let her tongue snake out and it touched Janeway's vagina. The Queen tried to avoid licking up all the wetness that dribbled from Janeway's pussy. The Queen had not been aroused like this before, her overriding desire was still to obtain the cure but long dormant thoughts of pleasure were starting to awaken in her. Janeway's tongue penetrated Janeway deeply. In an instant Janeway's vaginal walls constricted around the Queen's eager tongue as it moved slowly and steadily.

Seven, despite herself was becoming aroused by the image of watching her lover, who was also Voyager's Captain, being eaten out by the Queen of all the Borg. Her pussy was becoming slick, all thoughts of escape left her, all she wanted was to experience some of what Janeway was feeling. The former drone was practically wetting herself with wanting.

Janeway's clitoris was swollen and throbbing, waiting eagerly for the moment when The Queen's tongue would embrace it. Moving up the Queen attacked it with her teasing mixture of slow licks and kisses, she gently nibbled the flesh to increase the range of sensations that Janeway was experiencing. The Queen quickened her pace and nibbled Janeway's clitoris, this sent the woman over the edge and her cum shot like a torpedo out of her much abused pussy.

The Queen motioned to a drone and he released Seven to come over to the Queen, he produced a jar and handed it to the Queen. The Queen smiled at the exhausted Janeway and said. "You have saved the entire Collective, and isn't that one of Star Fleet's missions? To protect life?"

Janeway began to feel more like her old self, she was still breathing heavily and her face was flushed and sweaty. "What you've done is a violation, that's all the Borg do. Violate other cultures."

"In your own way that's what you do as well." replied the Queen with a grin, she passed the jar that contained Janeway's fluids back to the attending drone.

The Queen stood up and looked at Seven, the girl was sweating heavily and there was a large wet patch staining the front of her silver colored cat-suit. "Well, well, well." grinned the Queen. "Someone is eager for some attention."

Seven said nothing, she had instead developed a large blush.

"You have been taking good care of my favorite drone?" asked the Queen when Janeway walked over to the two of them.

The Queen stroked Seven's cheek and then kissed the former Borg-drone, the Queen's wet tongue slid into Seven's mouth, the two of them let their tongues play against each other. The Queen broke away and said. "Would you like to feel as good as your Captain?"

Seven nodded eagerly. Janeway could not believe it, she tried to grab the Queen but the two attending drones held her back. "Take her to another cell and give her her clothes back." said the Queen.

One drone started pushing Janeway into the corridor while the other retrieved her torn uniform.

The Queen returned her attentions to Seven, she stroked the former drone's cat-suit clad body, she stroked her generous breasts and caressed her beautiful, firm ass. The Queen unzipped Seven's cat-suit and let the uniform fall away. Seven had a much firmer, much curvier body than Janeway. Seven, after a joke with Janeway, did not wear underwear of any kind meaning her large breasts and unshaven pussy were plainly visible.

A gasp escaped Seven's mouth when she felt the Queen's finger slip into her cleft and stroke between the swollen labia. The Queen filled her hands with Seven's generous breasts and lowered her mouth to take her inviting nipples between her teeth. The Queen sucked and nibbled one of Seven's nipples, then the other, enjoying the resilient flesh in her mouth. Seven moaned and pressed herself into the Queen's oral caress. The Queen continued to massage Seven's breasts with her mouth.

"I can see why Janeway doesn't like you to have these covered up." grinned the Queen between sucking Seven's beautiful firm breasts. "I imagine many men and women on Voyager would be proud to get a hold of these."

"Maybe so." said Seven between gasps. "But Humans also believe in only taking one partner, I have chosen Janeway."

"Pity." sighed the Queen as her head began to lower, she ran her wet tongue along Seven's smooth, hard stomach. She dragged her teeth against Seven's soft flesh, making the girl squirm slightly. Her head lowered even further. The Queen started nibbling Seven's pussy. The girl was squirming even more, her body racked with sensations of exquisite intensity, the Queen found Seven's clitoris and started to attack it with a teasing mixture of slow licks and kisses, she gently nibbled the flesh to increase the range of sensations that Seven was experiencing. The Queen quickened her pace and nibbled Seven's clitoris, she enjoyed making the girl squirm, she only wished she could drag the feelings out longer. Seven climaxed suddenly and her juices splashed out of her over-stimulated pussy. The Borg Queen had no qualms about swallowing this load of juices.

"How do you feel?" asked the Queen, she was smiling at the fact Seven, despite her orgasm, was still blushing furiously.

"Stimulated." replied Seven weakly.

"I would ask you to stay." said the Queen. "But I assume you would wish to return to Voyager with Janeway."

"You mean you aren't going to assimilate us?" asked Seven with a raised eyebrow.

"Not this time." replied the Queen with a smile. "Next time I won't be as generous."

Seven nodded.

****

"Okay, Chakotay wants these engines up and running as soon as possible." said Torres. "We have to rescue the Captain and Seven."

The Engineering staff looked at Torres as if she was mad. Engineering was in ruin, cables and conduits lay exposed due to the devastating attack from the Borg Sphere. Torres and her team frantically worked at consoles, all of them beeping in alarm, the ruptured conduits poured pungent fumes into the room, the ship's ventilation system doing its best to filter out the worst of it. Torres looked over to Lieutenant Carey, who was knee deep in damaged circuitry.

"Mr. Carey, open the entry to Access Tunnel 7, the conduit linked directly to the Starboard Nacelle is on the verge of rupturing."

"Are you crazy?" asked Carey incredulously. "If the conduit explodes you'll be flash-fried!"

"And if I don't repair it we lose the Warp Drive." retorted Torres. "We don't have time to argue, open the Access Tunnel."

Carey looked grim but he relented, he typed a code on the main console and a doorway built into the wall slid open. "Wish me luck." said Torres as she grabbed her toolkit and entered the confined space of the Jefferies Tube.

When the door closed Carey muttered. "Good luck."

****

Pungent black smoke spilled out of the conduits, Torres's cough echoed loudly in the restrictive Tube. She was having a hard time seeing since the smoke was making her eyes water. It was also stinging her eyes badly. Nightmarish visions of being blinded filled her head, she shrugged them aside and continued on until she found the damaged conduit. She opened her kit and picked up a laser-welder and began work on sealing the rupture, she had to hold her breath since many of the chemicals in the smoke were poisonous. She was also wincing, not because of the smoke going in her eyes, but because the so called 'coolant' was dripping from the conduit and burning the flesh of her hands. Torres had to suppress a yell of anguish as the coolant burned holes in her skin. She was grateful when the rupture was repaired and the smoke began to dissipate.

Torres coughed once more and began her crawl back to Engineering.

****

Torres entered the sick-bay. When she discovered no one around she said. "Computer, activate the EMH."

The balding Holographic Doctor sprung into existence and said. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

"I thought you stopped doing that." muttered Torres.

The Doctor shrugged and said. "It was better than nothing, so what is the problem?"

"I was working in a conduit, some of the coolant burned my hand." explained Torres.

"No problem." said the Doctor cheerfully. "A few minutes with the Dermal Regenerator should take care of that."

The Doctor picked up the device from his tray. He placed B'Elanna's hands on the table and then activated the Dermal Regenerator, he ran the device over Torres's hands a few times and after a few minutes the burned skin had regenerated itself.

"All done." announced the Doctor with a beaming smile.

"Thank you, Doctor." said Torres.

"Any other problems?" asked the Doctor as Torres turned to leave.

"I don't know ... You any good repairing damaged Warp Nacelles?" asked Torres sarcastically.

"I haven't downloaded any programs on that yet, no." replied the Doctor with a faint grin.

Torres exited the sick-bay and headed for her quarters.

****

Torres entered her quarters, the lighting was turned down to half its normal intensity, she noticed that most of her clothes were lying all over the floor. She rolled her eyes and cursed Thomas Eugene Paris's inability to clean up. Still what did she expect from a Star Fleet fly-boy?

Torres added to the pile by grabbing the zip of her jump-suit, she pulled the uniform off and threw it to the ground. Clad in only her grey vest and shorts she made her way to the Sonic Shower. She activated the device and waited for a few moments, she tore off her vest which let her medium sized breasts spring free, she pulled her shorts off next and they joined her vest on the floor she kicked them out of the shower area. While Torres waited for the shower she started to think of her soon-to-be husband, as she did so she felt a curious tingling in her pussy, she enjoyed the sensations as she began to run her index finger over her shaved (At his insistence) vagina.

Torres stepped into the shower and slowly let her body relax, she felt her tension slipping away as the massaging influence of the shower worked all over her body, her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she continued to think naughty thoughts of Tom. She slipped her index finger into her pussy and started thrusting it in and out, she leaned against the wall and stroked her pussy frantically, she used her other arm to lean against the wall so she didn't fall over. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the shower door open.

"Hello honey." said Tom Paris. Although she was facing away from him Torres could almost hear the smirk in his voice. The helm officer entered the shower and pressed his body against Torres's.

Torres moaned as Paris thrust his long, thick penis into her pussy. Paris was ramming his thick, long dick into her vagina. Every one of his thrusts sent a spasm of pleasure into Torres's body as her pussy stretched accommodate her fiance's cock. Torres was shrieking and moaning with intense pleasure as Paris's cock stretched her, Torres could feel Tom's thrusting starting to get faster and faster and she knew he was about to reach his climax, Paris let out a cry of delight as his sperm shot out of his cock and into Torres's pussy. The half-Klingon woman had her own ship-quaking orgasm at the same time as Paris and their collective juices spurted onto the already soaking wet shower floor. After several spurts of cum had been deposited into Torres's pussy Paris pulled out of her and let her rest for a moment.

"How are you feeling?" asked Tom.

"Fine." replied Torres, a sudden revelation hit her and she whispered. "You didn't use Umm ... did you?"

Paris grinned and said. "I think its time we started a family."

"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" asked Torres. "Raising a child on a ship?"

"It doesn't matter." replied Paris. "All I know is you are the only woman for me and I want us to have a family together."

"For a Star Fleet fly-boy you can be romantic." grinned Torres.

Torres rubbed her ass against Paris's limp cock and said. "Come on fly-boy, this might be the last chance you get to do this."

"Are you sure?" asked Paris. Previously Torres had resisted all his other attempts at initiating anal sex.

"Yes." nodded Torres.

Paris rubbed his limp cock against the Torres's silky ass. Within a few seconds of stroking it he had gotten it fully hard again and then he started to press gently against Torres's ass. She winced at the pain, but the Klingon half of her reveled in it. The pain throbbed throughout her entire body. Dull aches spreading up from her ass into her back and hips. Paris gripped Torres's hips and pushed himself as slowly as he could into her tight ass-hole, her incredible tightness was making it hard for him not to climax right there and then, he slowed down even further to try and draw out the intense sensations that the both of them felt. Torres was squirming, trying to get more comfortable as the pain continued to throb, however she was beginning to get her own pleasure out of it. Torres closed her eyes and hoped the sensation of pain would be over soon. Paris felt Torres's slim form suddenly go limp, she was now automatically responding to the sensation of the cock up her ass, her boy had temporarily passed out to prevent her experiencing too much pain, however her nerves were still transmitting the more pleasurable parts of the experience. Her pussy was leaking its juices onto the bed sheets, and without thinking her fingers buried themselves into her pussy, she was thrusting two of them deeply into her pussy and using another to stroke her clitoris while Paris's cock shot its seed deep into her ass at the same time as Torres had another screaming orgasm and her juices exploded from her pussy once more.

****

The Borg Sphere dropped out of the Transwarp conduit right in front of Voyager. Before anyone had a chance to react two forms were beamed aboard. Janeway and Seven. Both looked worn out, but otherwise okay.

"Kathryn, Seven are you alright?" asked Chakotay.

"We're fine." said the tired Janeway. "Mr. Paris continue a course for the Alpha Quadrant, I don't think the Borg will bother us too much from now on."

"Any particular reason why?" asked Chakotay.

Janeway and Seven shared a private smile.

"Yes ... And maybe we'll tell you sometime." said Janeway.

(The End)