Penis? Irrelevant!

Finally, Janeway had Seven right where she wanted her. The Borg woman turned onto her side and stroked a lazy, metal tipped finger down the Captain's bare side, bumping over her ribs, sliding into the dip of her waist, up over her hip and coming to rest on the curve of her bare white bottom.

"Mmmmm." Janeway sighed, and tipped her head up to kiss once again the full red lips inches away from her own. The kiss got harder and longer, becoming one of those kisses where time stops and nothing is felt but lips and tongue and teeth and warm wet mouths needing and caressing the other.

Seven ended the kiss before the heat death of the universe occurred.

"I'm enjoying this."

"Really. I never would have known had you not told me." Janeway smiled, her hand cupping Seven's breast and feeling the sheer weight of it. She lowered her head and began licking long slow licks towards Seven's dark pink nipple, feeling it pucker under her tongue tip, and flicking it. Seven's hand went to the back of her captain's head, messing through her hair and feeling the small movements as Janeway continued her attentions.

"This is why you persisted with me, isn't it?"

"Nonsense! This is a fringe benefit" Janeway mumbled around the nipple in her mouth. "Now, open your legs a bit more, please."

Janeway's hand slid down the borg woman's stomach, her finger's combing through springy blonde curls, then sliding between very wet folds of skin. With the tip of her finger, she circled Seven's cunt, poking occasionally in, just to enjoy the way Seven wiggled against her when she did so.

"I like that too. I can do better, though."

"Gee thanks for the feedback."

"Ouch! What was that for?" Seven rubbed her palm over her reddened breast, where Janeway had nipped it.

"More feedback. But I think I have something you'll *really* like. Stay there." Janeway swung her legs off the bed and reached down to open her bedside drawer. When she turned around, she held her hand behind her back, and was smiling( but in a good way <g>). She looked down at the beautiful woman spread out along her bed, flushed and aroused from their play, her hair tousled and spread along the pillow, a small red bite mark staining the white flesh of her breast. She looked wonderful, and Janeway's heart began to pound.

"Close your eyes Seven. Trust me on this one. It's a surprise."

"You know I trust you, Captain. But if this is one of those human occasions requiring modesty, may I remind you that I've already seen you naked and that. . . "

"Shut up, Seven dear. Eyes?"

"Very well." Seven closed her eyes, and squirmed a little on the rumpled sheets, getting more comfortable, and waiting. She heard the ripping noise of velcro, and other small sounds, and Janeway muttering under her breath, and then "Hmmf- ing" in satisfaction. She felt the bed sink under her captain's weight, and then allowed her legs to be spread apart as the Captain knelt between them. She felt a woman's hands run up the inside of her thighs and stroke back down, with fingernails lightly dragging on her skin. She pushed her hips forward as the same hands parted her, and gently felt the warmth and texture of her cunt.

"Captain?"

"You like this?" Janeway's voice came eager and breathy.

"Yes, but can I look now?"

"In a minute."

Seven felt Janeway's hand lean on the bed along side her, while another hand still played with her cunt. She was wet, and having her eyes closed reminded her of how limited her senses were now, separated as she was from her borg family. But she trusted the captain. She reached out to hold the arm taking the captain's weight and felt the long muscles straining.

"Now here's the surprise."

Something cool and slippery pressed against her cunt. It pushed harder, forcing its way past her lips, opening her, sliding inside, hard and cool and filling her.

"What?! Captain! Is that. . ?"

"Oh yeah. Like it?" Janeway's hips drove the big red dildo deeper into her borg. She smiled as Seven frowned.

"No! No! It's wrong!" Seven pushed away at Janeway, opening her eyes, and sitting up. "You can't do that! It's . . . it's . . . a penis! They are irrelevant! We did not assimilate them! We did not add their biological uniqueness to our own. They are. . . unnecessary. Illogical. . . " Seven stammered to a halt.

"Well!" Janeway sat back on her heels, her big red dildo sticking out at an angle from her black leather harness. "There's a turn up. You mean the Borg do not *have* penises?"

"They are a point of vulnerability. They are a symbol of disunity. All borg must conform. We chose the most logical form." Seven drew her legs up against her. "We do not require one."

"But Seven," Janeway tapped her dildo with a fingernail, making it bob. "This is NOT a penis. It's a dildo. Quite a good one too, actually."

"It looks like a penis."

"Feels like one, too. Or so I've been told." Janeway smirked.

Seven looked at the big red dildo dubiously. She reached out and poked it. Janeway wiggled it at her, and she snatched her hand back.

"Don't worry! It won't bite!" Janeway laughed.

"No, that's your job." Seven smiled, and rubbed the spot on her breast, but still keeping an eye on Janeway's new attachment. "Why do you wear it?"

"To make you feel good. To make me feel good. So I have both hands free."

"To keep your hands free?"

"So I can do this," Janeway reached over to stroke Seven's breasts, and push then together. "And this." Her hands moved up to embrace Seven's face and draw her close for a kiss.

"That works," whispered Seven before Janeway's mouth closed on hers.

Kissing Seven, Janeway eased her back onto the bed. She felt the borg press against her, their breasts feeling warm and soft between them, and Seven's hand running across her shoulder blade. Seven broke off the kiss, and looked hard into Janeway's eyes.

"And it feels good?"

"Yup."

"Show me then. I am unconvinced. The borg would not reject biological functions that were advantageous. Show me how it works."

"OK," Janeway raised an eyebrow. "Sure?"

Seven cupped a hand over Janeway's butt and pulled her closer. "It was unsettling to see you, a human, with an attachment. However, the Borg adapt quickly to new situations. Begin!"

"Hmf." Pausing just long enough to make it plain that she started in her own time and not at Seven's command, Janeway wiggled her hips and eased back down between Seven's thighs. With one hand she stroked the big red dildo, activating the lube secretion function along its shaft until the full fat length of it glistened with slippery wet stuff. It warmed too under her hand, the resilient substance familiar and erotic. Janeway liked her cock. Unlike the newer models, it had no neural connects to her nervous system but even so, she could feel it as an extension of herself. She liked the sense of power and the ability to "do" someone with it. The way she used it, it was not a passive object.

Stroking the tip downwards over Seven's wet and open cunt, holding the borg's right thigh with one hand, resting her weight on the other hand, Janeway watched Seven's face. She felt the borg start twisting beneath her, wiggling and lifting her hips towards her as the dildo kept poking against her. Janeway shifted again, and the tip of her cock slipped just inside Seven's cunt. She held it there and leaned over to take Seven's nipple between her teeth, suggesting with even pressure round the small point that any move on the borg's part right now would prove painful.

". . . Captain?" Seven gasped.

Janeway lifted her head, bringing the nipple up tight with her, then releasing it. She smiled as Seven winced, then squirmed some more.

"Can you feel it in you Seven? Can you feel the potential waiting to drive hard and fast?" She slowly pushed the cock a little deeper, then pulled it out again. "Can you ask me nicely?"

"Please Captain. Please. I want it."

"No Seven. You need it."

With no further teasing, Janeway thrust her hips forward and pushed her cock hard and deep into Seven's cunt. The breath whooshed out of the borg as she cried out, then she bit her bottom lip and rocked up and into Janeway's thrusts, meeting them at their peak. The captain could almost feel the tension of Seven's cunt grasping at her cock as it slid quickly inside, could almost feel the friction of it rubbing her, and imagined the heat it generated. She grabbed Seven's wrists and held them above the borg's head, leaning her weight on her hot and sweaty body, feeling Seven's breasts moving and pressing into her own. Still she pumped her cock into the borg, slamming it in, angling her hips to drive it upwards, pressing against the upper side of her cunt.

Seven felt her wrists grasped and held, and relaxed into that grip. Her cunt felt stretched and filled, and having the captain sliding over her bare body felt wonderful. She bent her knees up to gain more leverage, and concentrated on receiving what Janeway was giving out. One small part of her mind tried considering why the Borg had reject penis attachments when they appeared to work just fine. All too soon, rational thought became impossible.

". . . now, Seven. Do it!" Janeway grunted.

As ordered, Seven threw her head back, and clenched her entire body around the big red dildo in her cunt as she came. Janeway held it deep inside her, and smiled through a mess of tangled hair, as Seven sucked in air, and a tear leaked out through her tightly closed eyes.

"Good girl."

She heard Seven sob once, as she slid her cock from its warm wet place.

**********

"Here's the reports you wanted Captain."

"Thank you Seven. I'll. . . WHAT!"

"Is something wrong?"

Seven stood just inside the turbolift door to the bridge. The crew stopped work and turned to look. Her usual silver suit now bulged quite noticeably in a rather incongruous place. Seven returned the stares from her ship mates disdainfully. "You have ceased productive labour. Why?"

"Seven, um, did you forget to remove something before coming on duty?" Chakotay managed to stutter. Janeway bit her lip.

"Oh. You mean my new attachment?" Seven ran a hand over the lump at her groin. It reacted by growing even larger, making the silver suit poke out like a tent. She swayed from one hip to the other. Tom Paris turned bright red. "I have added a penis to my remaining Borg implants. I have discovered that it serves a useful purpose after all."

"You don't say," whispered Janeway under breath.

"Um, is it, um permanent?. . ., I mean, does it detach?" ventured Chakotay. Tom Paris choked a cough behind his hand.

"It is removable. I see no reason to do so. Should I?"

Janeway cleared her throat, and leaned on the back of her chair, one hand on her hip. "In the interests of crew efficiency, that might be a good idea, Seven. As you can see, it's proving something of a distraction."

"Very well. Although I have noticed several male crew members are allowed to walk around with similar distractions." She glared at Tom Paris. "Should they detach theirs as well?"

"No!"

"Steady, Tom." Janeway smiled. "Seven? Please?"

"As you wish." Before anyone could object, Seven ran a finger down the centre line of her suit from her navel to her crotch. The material parted, revealing her smooth white stomach and small patch of curled blonde hair. Her new attachment poked through the slit in her suit, shiny, metallic. . . and bright red.

"Oh my god," muttered Janeway.

"Red is my favourite colour." With a quick twist, Seven unscrewed her cock, and pulled it free with a snick! Paris groaned, and crossed his legs. The borg tucked the cock under her arm and refastened her suit. "Better?"

"Ah, much. Thank you Seven." Chakotay managed.

Seven glanced around the bridge, at the dropped jaws and the glazed eyes, and then at the cock in her hand. She raised an eyebrow at the lack of work one penis had caused. Even her captain was affected. Perhaps the Borg were right after all. She turned her back on the bridge, and closed the turbo lift doors. On the way to her alcove, Seven went to drop her cock into a disposal unit, but changed her mind. A shame to waste such a nicely made attachment. Then she half smiled, and nodded decisively, already thinking about her Captain's reaction when presented with a brand new, big bright red "attachment" for her birthday.