Bride of Arachnia

Act II

"Well, what do we do now?" Kathryn whispered, both women aware of the recording devices but relieved at least to be alone again now that Chaotica had gone off to "smite a few unruly subjects."

"Since our actions are being recorded," Seven whispered back, "and since we do not know if the systems will be repaired before Dr. Chaotica returns, I believe you should proceed with the inspection."

Kathryn knew that Seven would respond that way, but she wanted to make certain that the Borg was still prepared to follow through with their original plan. And although she expected this response, it still sent a titter of excitement through her to hear Seven say it. She also noticed a similar edge of anticipation sharpening the Borg's earnest expression.

Then playing it up for Chaotica's cameras, Janeway pinned her prey with a spidery gaze. "Well, my prize," she began, "time to finish the unwrapping. You will cooperate, of course, since any defiance will be met with the deadliest of force," she threatened, bringing it down an octave herself.

"I understand," Seven rejoined. "Resistance is futile."

"Quite," Janeway agreed, unable to repress a fond smile at the little bit of Borg that slipped into Seven's dialog.

Janeway picked up a nearby ray gun and pointed it at Seven. "In case you forget that 'resistance is futile'," she explained, waving the gun for effect. She then reached around a panel and pressed a button, releasing the two wrist restraints that had been pinning Seven.

The young woman stepped away from the restraining wall in a gesture reminiscent of how she disconnected from her Borg alcove after a typical regeneration cycle. Then she clasped her hands behind her back, which of course made her bare breasts jut out more through the slash in her dress.

"Would you like me to get naked now?" she asked politely, cocking her head inquisitively.

Janeway felt unbidden flutters in the pit of her stomach. She swallowed back her unseemly reaction and squeaked out a "yes."

Seven's expression softened. "I will comply," she vowed with quiet intensity.

Eyes fixed on Janeway's, Seven reached up to each shoulder and pushed the straps down and off her arms. Then she shimmied her body out of the rest of the tattered garment, kicked her shoes off, and casually stepped out of the dress. And with a final maneuver that seemed intentionally seductive in its display, she held the dress off to the side and let it drop dejectedly to the floor.

Kathryn was absolutely captivated despite herself, a fond expression washing over her face as she looked at Seven. She approached slowly and as Kathryn asked, "would you turn around?"

The young woman was surprised by the request but did not hesitate, trusting Kathryn Janeway with every fiber of her being. When she had her back to the captain, she felt the familiar fingers pulling the pins out of her hair, understanding only then what Kathryn had intended. She shook her head to loosen the tresses and then felt the fingers tangling in her silky golden strands. Both women luxuriated in the momentary contact.

Then, too quickly, Kathryn pulled back and became Arachnia again. "All right. Time for a little 'friendly persuasion'," she said as Seven turned back around to face her. "Lie down over there," she instructed, motioning toward the Cradle. "And spread everything," she added suggestively.

Both women felt another titter of excitement charge its way towards their respective groins. Its effects made Seven almost lose her footing in the process of crossing to the metal table. The Borg also noticed an unfamiliar wetness between her legs, which made her feel suddenly self-conscious, particularly when she realized that this wetness would become visible to the captain once the young woman "spread everything," as she had been ordered.

Unable to do anything about it, she repressed her embarrassment, lying down on the table and placing her feet into the restraints on either side. Their positioning made her knees bend back towards her body, opening her up a great deal more than she had anticipated. She swallowed back her dismay again and placed her wrists in the corresponding restraints by her head.

Janeway closed and pretended to lock the restraints at Seven's feet first, smiling as she caught sight of the young woman's predicament. Then she came around and leaned close to Seven's ear as she also pretended to lock the wrist restraints. "You're so wet," she rasped. "I'm very relieved that you're aroused by what I'm doing to you, Seven. But you must tell me if I do something you don't like. Understood?"

The young woman nodded as she took a relaxing breath, grateful for the inadvertent explanation Kathryn had just given her. She wondered if the more experienced woman had sensed her momentary uncertainty. And then she didn't wonder about anything at all as she felt Kathryn's hands settle themselves hotly on her ribs and slide slowly up her sides. She gasped audibly when they reached her breasts and clasped her nipples tightly again.

"I've got you now, my dear," Kathryn tried to act, but she managed less and less of Arachnia as the feel of Seven's bare flesh drove her to distraction again.

"Don't! Stop!" Seven yelled at Arachnia, actually sounding a bit in character. "Don't stop," she whispered to Kathryn, lacing her command with so much breathy wantonness that the tone made Kathryn's toes curl.

They continued like this for deliciously long moments, losing track of time as Kathryn earnestly kneaded and fondled and tweaked the dark-pink nubs and fleshy mounds of Borg bosom before her, Seven responding with mock protest, which became increasingly more difficult to sustain.

"Mmmm, no--oh!.....uh, stop?"

And then--because the Borg jutted out her breasts in desperate invitation, because it seemed like the natural thing to do, because the captain couldn't help herself anymore--Kathryn climbed partway up onto the table, bent over the lanky Borg, and politely chewed on one of the offered nipples, sending tendrils of delight through Seven.

"Oh, Yes!" the Borg cried out. "I mean, 'No!'," she corrected herself with less enthusiasm, taking a shuddering breath that belied her protest.

Kathryn laughed, grateful that the plump nipple in her mouth would muffle the sound. Then remembering the imagizers--and prodded by Seven's apparent excitement--Kathryn allowed herself to become more outwardly aggressive in her ministrations. After all, she reasoned, Arachnia is supposed to be 'having her way with this female'.

"You're delicious, my sweet," she emoted between mouthfuls. Then she sucked noisily on the other nipple for several long moments, allowing it to become a deep and impressive red.

Seven rolled her head back and forth in real ecstasy, her feigned objections becoming weaker. She nevertheless tried valiantly to play her part. "This is wrong.......Isn't it?"

"Sinfully wrong, my dear," Kathryn agreed, picking up her cue. "And I'm going to continue devouring you until I've tasted every luscious centimeter of your nubile flesh. You are trapped in my web," she added metaphorically before literally trapping Seven's beleaguered nipple in a spider's bite. She pulled up on the captive nipple and showed her teeth for effect, making the bite seem harder than it actually was.

Seven bit her own lip--quite hard, actually--trying to stifle another ecstatic 'Yes!' that was threatening to erupt from her throat. It came out as a heartfelt whimper, which both women allowed would play realistically enough in this scenario.

The young woman had begun feeling an almost painful longing in the area between her legs, which had gotten impossibly wet. She suddenly realized how desperate she was for Kathryn to touch her there, and she wondered if there was a way she could "use her guile" to redirect the captain's attentions and move the inspection onto that more intimate area. Given Arachnia's character--and certain that Kathryn would not break character--she decided to use a form of what the Doctor called "reverse psychology," pleading with the queen to refrain from touching precisely that part of her anatomy that Seven wanted touched.

The young woman took a breath in anticipation of her next line but was stymied, suddenly realizing that she didn't quite know what to call that area. She instinctively felt that the terms she knew were too clinical for Constance Goodheart's character.....and Kathryn Janeway's sensibilities. But she had never had occasion to learn euphemisms for that body part. In fact, the only times she could remember that area being referenced in so-called mixed company were in the Doctor's lessons regarding "personal hygiene." She hoped the reference would not be too oblique.

"Oh, no, not that!" she began emoting. "Please, Queen Arachnia. Do not devour my 'personal hygiene area'!"

Janeway shot her head up and nearly fell off the Cradle of Persuasion in shock.

She understood immediately what Seven was saying.....and why. She would have laughed at the wording but was too taken aback. Despite her earnest desire to help Seven explore her humanity, even her newfound sexuality, she just hadn't been expecting to engage in that particular act so soon--and least of all in this setting--with the young woman (who suddenly seemed a little less innocent).

Unfortunately, Seven's tactic was too clever. With the threat of that act now openly implied and recorded on Chaotica's imagizers, Arachnia could not be seen to back down from it.

Having regained her wits, Kathryn shot Seven an accusatory look and was only mildly mollified to see that Seven had the good grace to return a sheepish grin......one deeply tinged, of course, with flagrant desire.

"Oh, yes! That!" she finally shot back, her tone a low menace that was more evocative of Captain Janeway than of Queen Arachnia.

Seven shuddered, in fear this time....

Kathryn slid off the side of the table where she had been leaning partly over Seven to reach her breasts. As she did so, she noticed a panel with several controls. "You know, my dear," she said in character, inspecting the table for the first time, "I don't think we've been using this Cradle of Persuasion to full effect." The scientist in her couldn't resist the temptation to experiment. "Let's see what this 'Titillator' does," she announced aloud, pressing the button with the curious label.

Just then, two tendrils with suction cups on the ends came down from the top of the cradle and attached themselves noisily to Seven's nipples, pulling up and 'sucking' on them in a relentlessly precise, mechanical rhythm that instantly set the equally precise and mechanical Borg to moaning.

"Oh, my," Janeway declared, deeply intrigued--and not a little aroused--by the site of those appendages manipulating Seven's nipples and by the sound of Seven's own, very vocal responses to that manipulation. "Shall we see what these other buttons do?" she asked politely.

"Mmm," Seven nodded vehemently, passed the point of caring whether her affirmation was in character or not.

"This one is a 'Sanitizer'," Kathryn explained as she pressed another button. Instantly, two small robotic hands with rubbery fingertips came up on either side of Seven's sex and pulled her open while a third mechanical arm with two small hose attachments came up between her legs and began spraying a jet of warm water along the length of her "personal hygiene area." Each hose then inserted itself indelicately in the nearest opening--one above, one below--and pumped a steady stream of water deep inside the Borg.

Seven squirmed with unexpected delight.

The hoses retracted themselves and were replaced by tiny vacuum tubes that syphoned off all the water with loud, sucking noises, one of the tubes deliberately lingering on the little knot of flesh at the top of Seven's sex.

"How.....nifty," Kathryn observed, somewhat at a loss for words as her own body squirmed in sympathy.....or was it envy? As the last of the robotic arms folded itself back into the table--leaving the area clean and pink and practically buffed--the captain leaned in for another private word with the Borg. "I'm not too sure about these other devices, Seven. The labels are more ambiguous, some even sound sinister, and with the safeties off, I don't want to risk it."

Seven seemed not to hear her. "Kathryn," she called with quiet intensity, "I --"

The captain paused with genuine concern and pretended to nuzzle the blonde's neck so that she could get still closer for this private exchange, hoping that the imagizer would not be capable of recording their hushed words.

"What is it Seven?" she asked into the Borg's ear.

"It is getting more difficult....to role-play," Seven whispered back.

Kathryn smiled knowingly. "It's all right," she soothed. "I'll take care of you."

She started to pull back, but Seven forestalled her retreat. "Kathryn?"

"Yes?" she said, looking inquisitively into the gentle blue of Seven's eyes.

"I--," Seven swallowed, dismayed by the intensity of emotions she suddenly felt for the captain and moved beyond comprehension by the aesthetic play of blue and grey in the sagacious gaze that met her own, more innocent one. "I.....like this," she said. She averted her eyes in slight embarrassment. She had meant to say 'I like you', but she felt suddenly inadequate given her inexperience and uncertain again about the captain's feelings for her.

Kathryn merely nodded, not quite picking up on the intensity of Seven's feelings but understanding that this was at least momentous for her.

"Well," she declared as Arachnia, "now that you are being tended to above and have been so adequately readied below, I believe it's time for the next course of my feast. Don't be surprised that you're enjoying yourself, my dear," she continued, beginning, for the sake of Chaotica's imagizers, to explain away Seven's lack of protest. "I dabbled a few drops of my irresistible pheromones on myself earlier today. The trace of my sweet scent in your nostrils now is enough to make you my love slave for several days."

Seven picked up her cue beautifully this time. "Yes," she purred, "I am yours, my queen."

"Yes, you are," Kathryn affirmed in return, delighted to see Seven's acting finally improving. She positioned herself at the foot of the table and began spinning a silky strand of kisses down the inside of Seven's left thigh.

"Yes," Seven exhaled again, writhing in genuine ecstasy at the effect of Kathryn's lips on her flesh.

"Yes," Kathryn echoed, as she reared up and then descended again, weaving a matching path of kisses down Seven's right thigh. When she reached the tender joint, she dabbled the tip of her tongue experimentally along the hollow between the leg and Seven's sex.

The young woman gasped, sensing instinctively her captain would be repeating that gesture in still more sensitive parts of her anatomy.

Kathryn could smell Seven's arousal, and despite the cleaning of the area moments ago, she could already see the young woman's essence oozing along the folds of sensitive skin, making them glisten again with the luster of excitement. She sensed that the young woman was in real torment now, desperately needing release, and Kathryn was just as desperate to give her that release, especially before Chaotica's return. So she brought her hands up and laid her fingers on either side of Seven's sex--mimicking what the robotic hands had done moments ago--and then gently pulled apart the sticky folds.

Seven gasped when she felt the cool, dry air on her engorged flesh. And in the next instant, she felt Kathryn's mouth hot and wet and hungry on her sex.

"Oh, my Kath--" she began, and then catching herself, intoned, "my queen!"

Kathryn smiled, the sharp edge of her teeth raking gently against the tender knot at the top of Seven's flesh. Despite the impropriety of it, she had imagined making love to the beautiful young Borg on countless lonely nights. And here she was, finally indulging her fantasy and desperately enjoying herself, despite the circumstances, thrilled at how responsive the young woman was.....and how truly delicious.

She pressed her tongue into the humid opening and wrapped her mouth tightly against Seven, rubbing her upper lip tantalizingly against the nub. Then she lapped languidly from bottom to top, stroking the entire expanse of Seven's "personal hygiene area." She repeated the maneuver several times, each time lingering a little longer at each of the openings, gently sucking the tender lips, and generally making the young woman squirm and buck from the intimate attention that was being lavished on her.

Seven was moaning uncontrollably now, no longer able to formulate actual words, which Kathryn decided was just as well. She doubted the Borg had the presence of mind to stay in character, particularly when Kathryn's tongue began to concentrate on the hardened center. And when she lapped at it mercilessly, rotating the tip of her tongue around the center and then raking across it, tip to tip, Seven cried out incoherently.

The erect little nub seemed to stiffen a bit more as Kathryn began to suck on it gently. She was surprised at how well it filled her mouth, enough that she was able to grip the tiny shaft with her lips and simultaneously rake her tongue across the tip inside. That maneuver made Seven jolt, nearing the edge of her climax, until finally, Kathryn began quivering her tongue against the pearl, smiling to herself as the tiny, delicate gem picked up the rhythm in a wild frenzy.

Seven screamed. To Kathryn's relief, it was not as piercing as the last time. And it was considerably more ardent, following a crescendo of "oh, Oh, OH's."