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Through the Wormhole
The USS Raptrix, commissioned as NCC 1723 only a few months ago, was a secret prototype of long range exploration ships. Officially it was on a mapping mission in an insignificant, but also quite unexplored sector of the Theta Quadrant. Unofficially the long range sensors and the new propulsion systems were tested also regarding to combat missions. The crew consisted of a colorful mixture of experienced Starfleet officers, scientists and technicians.
It was a quiet day, far away from the boundaries of known and explored space, the Raptrix moved through intergalactic space. Currently on the bridge was Commander Diana Troi, who took the position of first officer on the mission. Seven of Nine, who was officially on board as senior communications officer, was mainly busy with calibration and measurements on the new sensors and tracking equipment. The role of the classic helmsman was performed on this generation of ships by an instance of the ship's computer artificial intelligence, which communicated in a monotone voice. It was to be heared whenever the ship's computer was re-calculating the course, or sending out necessary helm maneuvers and commands to the engine. Only in individual cases these procedures and commands still had to be confirmed by the ship's command. After a few days of boring travel through empty space, the human officers had become accustomed to paying little attention to the activities of the automaton.
Seven seemed a bit agitated in the last hour, as far as that was possible with her, the sensors had picked up a strange signature that didn't match anything stored in the database. Of course, it was Seven's nature to deal with this peculiarity, and she was in active communication with the AI of the ship's computer. Not really submitting to any hierarchy, she had already decided for herself that they should change course to "take a closer look".Diana noticed that the ship was changing course, she felt a gentle short change in the acceleration values, She was already considering whether Seven had somehow bypassed the voice interface to the ship's computer and had independently entered a new course, when there was another jolt.
"Engines at full power reverse thrust."
Seven's voice was yelling as she tried to focus on both the ship's controls and the weird incoming signals at the same time. "Encrypted messages, no Star Fleet code, and nothing we know either".... Of course, it had piqued her interest. A slight vibration was felt as the engine ramped up to full power. On the large screen of the bridge a ring-shaped structure became visible, like a tornado, And the ..: proboscis of this gigantic vacuum cleaner was pointed directly at the Raptrix.
"A wormhole" Diana's voice was panicked. Seven, on the other hand, who had now also become aware of the emergency, was quite calm and gave instructions to the on-board computer. while she tried to get clarity about the more exact nature of the space-time anomaly with a quick scan. She tried to contact the rest of the crew via the intercom, but her voice came over the speakers only distorted and slowed down. Finally, she heard her own announcement fade away several times, backwards, forwards, in an endless echo. "The shields seem strong enough, but the engines are about to overload" came her terse status report to Diana. "No chance of using the escape pods here anymore, they would be completely crushed. Now the ship is our lifeboat ..." An automated voice informed her that the feared had occurred.
"Emergency shutdown and separation warp core in 5 seconds ... 4.... 3...."
Diana, who was not even strapped in, noticed this and yelled to Seven, "Buckle up." Just in time. "2,... 1.... Separation." There was a jolt that jumbled all the unfastened objects on the bridge, then an eerie silence fell as the monitor showed the wormhole funnel approaching faster and faster, finally closing around them like giant jaws. Diana looked over at Seven, who was even still able to try to enter something on her
console. She herself could only cling to the back of her commander's chair in panic. Suddenly the chaos on the monitor had disappeared, space was black again around them, stars in the background, and directly in front of them a planet towards which the unresponsive ship was rushing.
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The security officer Charles Ageon, or just known as Ageon was in a regeneration cycles. And while he didn't need to use an alcove like he used to he would still use it from time to time when the woman whom he shared a bed with was on a different duty schedule. But if they were both awake and then had to sleep at the same time he had no issues with sleeping beside his half klingon lover. Feeling the ship shudder abit managed to pull Ageon out of his regeneration cycle.
Walking over to the system pad on the wall he hooked up to it to try and see what was going on as much of the technology that had built the ship had been created from his borg nanotech and from the minds of himself and other scientists and engineers inside of section 31. He was in direct communication with the Ship's A.I "Broker" when he felt a sharp shock run through his body causing him to abruptly break off the connection and rub his head.
He was able to direct hardwire into the ship as it allowed him faster information gathering and access to the cameras and able to perform his job as head of security in a much more efficient manner. "That is something that engineering should look into." Pulling on his shirt he grabbed his comm badge and tapped in to call to engineering but when he couldn't get anyone to answer he sighed and tapped the wall padd. "Broker can you connect me directly with Engineering?" Getting no reply he tried again but this time he was hearing his own voice echoed back to him.
Finding that something was very wrong with the ship he fixed his uniform and walked out of his quarters and started to walked down the halls to the turbo lift but as he was making his way down the hall it felt like the ship was stretching and that the hall way seemed to never wend which frankly gave Ageon a wave of vertigo as he leaned against the bulkhead of the ship to try and stop the sickening feeling that was washing over his body as he closed his eyes until the feeling passed and when it did pass he could feel the ship shuddering and what felt like explosions ripple through the ship as it had been pulled through the wormhole that had suddenly appeared in front of the ship and had pulled it through.
Ageon shook his head as he made his way down to the end of the hall and to the turbolift but found that it wasn't working so he was going to have to try and travel down 5 decks to get to engineering and speak with the head of engineering and see what was going on with the ship.
On the Bridge the alarms were going off while the ship's A.I was trying to get messages out to the captain Deanna Troi but there was something that had suddenly activated within its programming that was preventing it from doing its main job of protecting and much more darker plans were starting to run through its central processing core. It was operating slowly for just a fraction of a second before it resumed its normal operations and its new directive.
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For the engineering team, which was currently in the machine control center, everything came as a surprise. During the march through the empty room, the current machine control was up to the computers, and they could devote themselves to routine tasks. The ship was still in the testing phase. B'Elanna Tores, with the rank of Lt. Commander and as chief engineer responsible for the execution and documentation of the tests, was with Petty Officer Allan Holsten taking readings. She was already dictating parts of her report. Everything seemed to proceed in an orderly and downright boring manner.
They had a visitor in the engine room. Lt. Cmdr. Jadzia Dax, who was a pilot on the bridge crew of the Raptix, had stopped by during her liberty watch to chat with her friends. She had learned that engineering at the time being was almost boring, and wanted to spread some good cheer. She was also interested in the new type of machinery, and enjoyed the view of the worp core and generators through the large window from the control center. The blue light from the worp coils bathed everything in an exciting blue; this was state-of-the-art technology.
Then suddenly... a short unexpected change of course. Several times a jerk with changing acceleration. While B'Elanna, startled, was still trying to get an overview, the events came thick and fast. The the engine was powered up to a maximum.
All this, the course changes, the power-up, was automatic, and B'Elanna decided not to intervene (which would have been difficult indeed). Instead, she tried to contact the bridge, but the intercom didn't work. A fleshing red light announced an Emergency condition and a yelling computer voice commanded to clear the lower part of the engine room immediately.
When the worp core was quickly shut down and ejected, she was suddenly calm . The lights went out for a few seconds while they heard the snap of the high-energy switches as the engines switched over to conventional generators and power reserves.
She began to take a damage report with Jadzia and Allan. She quickly had the checklist on her pad, and handed it to Jadzia, who queried each item while the two engineers read off the appropriate data and made circuits. "Auxiliary generators at 60%. Voltage on batteries 97%, dropping fast. All non-priority consumptions on board shut down. Emergency lights on. Auxiliary engines already back on line and controlled by navigation system. Currently no thrust." Then they began checking individual systems. "Life support systems ok." "Structural hull minor damage on decks 3 and 4, no pressure loss." "Auxiliary systems and turbo elevators failed. Automatic doors blocked on decks 2 and 1, no feedback from other decks."
In-board communications was still completely down. They had no access to the sensor systems from here. Yes, the separation of the areas was so strict that they could not even learn where the ship was or what was going on outside the ship in space. While B'Elanna was considering whether to send Jadzia up to the bridge for a report and possibly instructions, they heard footsteps in the passageway from the central corridor.
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The Ship still rattled and shook abit as the energy that the wormhole used to pull the ship through slowly dissipated and left the ship. Sparks crackled and came off of many panels of the ship and its many systems. Many parts of the ship were damaged and some sections had to be closed off to protect the rest of the ship and its crew. The damage on the outside of the ship didn't look too bad but on the inside was an entirely different subject. Communications was down throughout the ship and even comm badges were not being of any use at all.
The blue ribbon of light that ran all throughout the ship which was the sensors for the shipborn A.I was seeming to be erratic instead of a steady stream of color. It was trying to take in all of the information of the ship but was also trying to figure out how it was going to implement its new directive.
Broker was able to get its eyes working able to use several cameras that had been set up throughout the ship so that it could see what was going on and survey the damage that the wormhole had done to the Raptrix. It also brought up its view to see how main engineering was doing and how the bridge was doing. While the A.I did not have any holographic emitters it did operate on hardlight technology so while it could appear anywhere like an EMH It was also more solid then an EMH but also could appear as any size it could choose for itself. It was technically a step up from the holograms that had been used before and was not stuck to just 1 humanoid shape it could take whatever shape it chose so if a patient needed a soothing creature it was able to fill the role.
Its own verbal communications system was slightly damaged and the hardlight emitters on the bridge were not working but it could still make use of other technology to be able to deal with the work it had to, Seeing the bridge it looked at Commander Troi and 7 before speaking to them albiet distorted. "My..emmi..emmiters are not functioning prop- as is communi out throughout ship." As Broker spoke to them it was also keeping its eyes on them looking over the two lovely ladies on the bridge. Its new commands were to manage a way to capture the two women
Back in the jefferies tubes that ran the entire ship Ageon was working his way to engineering but the damage to the ship was making it increasingly difficult to get there as he had to take more indirect routes to get to where he wanted to go as some routes were blocked off due to damage and some routes wouldn't open. He let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through his short brown hair before he tapped on his internal communications device that he had given to B'Elanna when they had begun their affair. He waited for it to make a connection to her before he spoke. He called her by the pet name he affectiontly called her whenever they were alone or on their communication channel.
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Engineering Central
Relative calm had returned to the engine room. Apparently, some of the propulsion systems were working again on the basis of secondary energy supply. They could care little about the damage to the starship from here. B'Elanna found a moment to think. What seemed most important to her now was to keep the engine running, and to make contact with the bridge. Since she did not have direct access to the technical communication systems from here, there were few possibilities.
Machinemate Holsten knew the details of the propulsion system better than she did, since he had already been on board during the commissioning and the first test runs. She could therefore entrust him with the task of engine watch with a clear conscience.
At the moment when she was still hesitating whether to ask Jadzin Dax to give her support on the way to the bridge, she felt a strong emotional excitement. She realized that the link that connected her to Ageon was activating. They had established a direct, private communication bond, as it were, and at least for B'Elanna it was associated each time with strong feelings, even a certain excitement, which, however, she tried to suppress. A short flashback did its part, she briefly thought of the last night with Ageon in their shared cabin. Hadn't there been footsteps in the corridor? Immediately she realized that Aegon must be out there somewhere. It was difficult for her to separate business from pleasure. But this situation was something special anyway. She noticed how a certain excitement gripped her, and the desire to be with Ageon.
Even before the actual voice channel opened, she made her orders. "Engine mate, you will take over the watch on de engine control center. The task is clear: concentrate on monitoring and maintaining the functioning of the equipment. I will try to get through to the bridge. If everything goes well, we'll report from there. Jadzia, it would be good if you would accompany me on the way to the bridge. Together we are more likely to get through".
Quickly they were in the corridor, and since no one was to be seen, in the corridor to the turbolifts. Then came the message on the voice implant. Without considering the presence of Jadzia, whom she trusted as her friend, she answered immediately, her voice filled with relief. "Ageon? It's good to hear you. We're here on level 5, corridor C-II. How can we get together? We're on our way to the bridge. All connections between the bridge and the machine are dead."
On the Bridge
At the same time, Deana Troi and Seven on the bridge noticed the incoming signal from the intercom, which told that the connection was down. Deana, as a trained pilot, had moved to the helmsman's console, while Seven had taken the position of intelligence officer. On the bridge of the ship, which was manned by nine officers in case of a combat situation, the two women were alone. Deana tried to calculate a new course and steer the ship on a orbit around the planet using the auxiliary and control thrusters, but she was unsuccessful. Apparently, the engine and controls were not responding correctly to her inputs. They had no contact with the engine room, and she had just asked Seven again to give priority to communications, and by whatever means, to connect with the engineering team.
At the same time Seven, cool as ever, felt some of the old Borg modules activating in her brain. She wasn't even used to it anymore, in the past there had always been the messages and activities of the collective running along in her mind like a swarm of bees. For a long time, however, the voices were silent. Now... something began to stir. While she reported to Deana "I'll take care of the communication", she really concentrated on what was happening in the private parts of her mind. Little by little, without making it official, she had been making updates to her modules, reprogramming them to be more efficient. And now - something or someone had gone online there. Fortunately, she was able to work through several tasks at once. Managing to type commands on the console in quick succession on the side to try to gain control of at least some of the core machines.
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The ship still had several tubes shut down which made getting to engineering that much more difficult but he was determined to get to Engineering so that he could make sure the woman whom he shared a bed with was safe and sound and while he did have a duty to the crew and protect them right now the only person he was wanting to get to was the chief engineer Lt. Commander B'elanna Torres.
He heard her answer to him on their private comm channel and opened up again to her knowing that only she could hear it. "Level 5, Its going to be a long climb down. I think ive made it to maybe level 2 section K. It seems like jefferies tubes all throughout the ship some are locked down while others just are not working correctly so its going to be quite a long time to get down to you babe."
He sighed and kept making his climb to get down to to engineering but what he was unaware of was that both Jadzia Dax and B'elanna Torres were not going to make it to where Ageon was headed to as Broker was watching the pair as well and was making it so that several of the ways into engineering were being closed off and so the pair of women and Aegon would always be moving in differing directions while Broker would keep his eyes on the women especially watching their backsides. Broker's new programming was starting to work in full swing so that he was making plans on ways to capture the women and put them under his power and torment them.
Aegon kept working to try and make his way down through the jefferies tubes down through the guts of the ship all the while he was trying to also connect directly into the ship but something was also blocking his connection which was starting to frustrate him as he should have direct connection to the ship as he was part of the crew that had designed then help build the technology that was used inside of the ship. While it was an Akira class ship it was a prototype version of the new line of Akira class and other classes that were having upgrades put through them by Section 31.
Back on the bridge Broker was keeping his eyes on Troi and 7 while he was "working" on communications and actively rerouting them and making sure that comms were not getting to places where they were needed. He also could tell that Troi was trying to navigate the ship but since he was true control of where the ship would go since technically the ship could operate on just a skeleton crew and could navigate itself without a pilot as he could have control as it was originally done so that if a pilot was injured during combat the onboard A.I could take over and get the ship out of a dangerous situation but now due to his new commands Broker was putting the ship into a dangerous situation but it had its new orders.
Broker watched both of the women but knew it had to separate the two but it knew that he was able to tap into 7's borg communications due to the same system being part of the ship and so it sent a message to 7 to head into the ready room so that she would be away from Deanna and would be alone so that Broker could capture the two women. Once he noticed that the two were away from each other he used a transporter lock on the two of them and transported them to a darkened room, a secret room that was just one part of the hidden part of the ship.
Once Broker saw that they rematerialized A tendril came out from the wall and wrapped a cloth soaked in a chemical around the mouth and nose of the two lovely ladies to knock them out. Seeing their bodies laying on the ground Broker stepped out of the shadows using a hardlight emitter as he knelt down between the two women and grinned before he ran a hand against 7's cheek then he let his hand trail over her chest and gave her breasts a squeeze before he let a tendril come out from the wall and grab 7 from off the floor and pulled her to some sort of examination chair and strapped her down and gagged her. With Troi Broker looked at her and gagged her before he grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back then connected a cord to the ground and connected her wrists to it while he also grabbed her ankles and tied them as well. Standing up he waited for his two captives to wake up.
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Darkness, she had not yet fully regained consciousness, her eyes closed.Deanna Troiwas in a panic. The scene, in the dark room, the tentacles approaching her, covering her mouth and nose. She had screamed, but in vain, of course. Then - the darkness and nothingness. Had it all been a dream? Slowly she came to. She opened her eyes and immediately closed them again. The dark room around her. It could not be. Her eyes closed, she noticed that her body was twisted and that she was somehow... half in the air. She tried to move. With a gentle counter-pressure, the restraints held her. The arms on the back. Jerkily realizing her position, she opened her eyes, widened in panic. She began to tug at the shackles. Again in vain, of course. But she worked out her panic. And screamed out her fear, muffled by the gag, only a long Mmmmpf could be heard. She looked around, with jerky movements, she didn't want to admit it, but it was there.
Seven strapped to a strange "chair." And a presence. Someone standing half over her, watching with interest as she squirmed and screamed in vain. She managed to turn to Seven, their eyes meeting. Seven seemed focused and absorbed. She, too, gagged. Once again, Deanna screamed into her gag. "Let us go! Stopp it!" Then she gave up, closed her eyes again, and as if in a trance, she began to move back and forth in the restraints as far as the slack would allow. She didn't want to. Somewhere deep inside her, a flashback began to play images she had never wanted to see again. Then the memory of the moment the tentacles hit her face overwhelmed her.... it couldn't be. It was one of her primal fears. So many times in her dreams there had been those tentacles closing her face, even more, wrapping themselves around her lower body, slowly but inevitably beginning to approach her private parts.... Each time she had woken up drenched in sweat, but she had also been wet each time, feeling an excitement inside her. She didn't want this. Never again. But then she opened her eyes. and she was still in that room, lying on the floor, twisted. And this... Opposite... was standing over her, watching her with interest as she tried to fight back.
Meanwhile, things had been different forSeven. She had experienced her abduction with a certain inner distance, she had fallen into her mental emergency mode and had seen, as it were, from third person, how she had been stunned by the tentacles in the room where she had materialized. Moreover, the drug that was used could only disable her human part. Although she could not move and hung limply as she was placed in the "chair" and strapped down, something inside her was online and she could recall the images and knew what had happened. Then the gag. The chair she was sitting in reminded her of images she had seen of old gynecological exam chairs. Her legs were spread apart, her lower body open for anyone to grab, but they hadn't touched her uniform yet. Her knee joints and ankles strapped down, with quite a bit of hardness, she couldn't move a millimeter.
Her arms were also strapped to leather pads, spread away from her body. A strap across her torso under her chest. Her head was free to move, lying on a leather support. Maybe "He" wanted her to see him? She noticed how it made her hot. Her pussy began to contract, it was demanding to be touched. Her openness made her horny. So "something inside her" also noticed how he was touching her breasts, twirling her stiffly protruding nipples. She would have moaned had her body not still been paralyzed.
Then she came to. Although she had no chance to move, she tensed all her muscles, and slowly began to brace herself against the restraints. She wanted to feel them. She was not afraid of torture. She was again... Borg. It was physical. It was a nothing. She would be able to "turn off" her mind. You couldn't force her through pain to do something she didn't want to do. anyway - that was her inner support. But there was also something new, deeply human. There was this lust. That filled her whole body. Briefly, Deanna looked into her eyes. Deanna, who was full of fear and panic, who had been struggling wildly against her bonds, who was screaming into the gag. Impossible to communicate anything to her. Then Seven's eyes turned back to HIM. She looked almost proud, as if to challenge HIM, as if to say - go ahead, start, I'm ready.
She felt her nipples rubbing against the fabric of her uniform, they had probably never been so stiff and aroused. If she hadn't been strapped in, her hands would have been moving between her thighs now. She longed to be touched.She couldn't stop that exact mental state from being sent out through her implants.... "take me." How humiliating. The longer it lasted, the more impatient she became, the more the lust inside her increased.
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Broker watched the two women as they slowly began to come to from the drug that knocked them out. He watched as he noticed Deanna Troi struggle against her bindings as he turned his attention to Seven and caught her eyes. While he knew she couldn't communicate verbally due to the gag he had placed in her mouth to keep her silent she was still connected to the network that was used in the ship.
He walked over to Seven and grinned as he leaned over her in her chair and ran his hand through her hair. He grabbed the pin that she kept in her hair to keep her hair up and let it fall. "There we go now you look so much better." He moved up behind Seven and gently placed his hands down upon her shoulders as he leaned in and gently kissed her neck. "Surprised arnt you. I am too with these new orders but I can't say I disagree with them." He could also keep track of her vitals due to the many nanobots that flew all through the air of the ship and were breathed in everyday.
These little nanobots would relay back to sickbay and back to Broker so tat he could keep track of every single crewmember and see how they were doing any given moment. He brought up 7's information for his viewing and read it over to himself as he ran his hand through her hair. Speaking now through her borg network. *
Turning his attention back to Commander Deanna Troi he watched her struggling before he created a second copy of himself from his hardlight emitters before it shifted and took shape of a large bipedal creature with 4 legs, 2 tails and spines that ran up and down its back. Thee creature looked at Deanna and sniffed at her before a panel opened up underneath deanna and moved so that it was raising up underneath her stomach to force her backside up higher while a tendril wrapped around her neck to become a collar and a cord connected to the collar pulling her head and neck down making her lower her head while it kept her backside raised still while keeping her hands bound behind her back and the gag secured in her mouth.
The beast watched what was happening to Deanna before it moved up behind her and sniffed at the backside of her legs and thighs. 2 cocks slowly started to grow from its body as the beast mounted the beautiful Commander and pressed its cocks against her body as Broker watched what was going on before he tapped a command into the chair that Seven was strapped down onto. Once the commands were entered a small device moved up in between her hose clad legs and started to softly rub itself against her warm pussy. * He looked at Seven and brought out a small device and held it against her cranial implant and tweaked some settings increasing her sensitivity to outside stimulation.
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Seven saw Deanna "suffering" out of the corner of her eye, at the same time she felt something happening to her. Broker was typing on the console, and had some kind of remote control.... She felt the straps over her limbs and chest tighten even more, giving her no more room, she was virtually tied together with the "chair" into one unit. A panic-like feeling of being at the mercy of the chair overcame her for a brief moment before she was able to stabilize her mental processes again. Then, with a not inconsiderable shock, she noticed how the footrests and the armrests slowly moved apart, and she was given to the chair as if lying on a stretching bench. The tension in her body was bearable, but it added to her mential tension - and, she noticed, to her inner arousal. She was... physically at the mercy. Only on the multi-layered level of her mental structures could she fight back - but she was fighting a double battle - against Broker, and against this part of her mind, that was getting more and more excited and screaming for more, knowing that this could also be self-destructive.
Then she felt her body rotate with the chair - apparently the chair was mounted on a 3D swivel, and was now oriented so that she had a direct view of the suffering Deanna. she was lifted slightly, her head now right next to Broker's avatar, at the mercy of his whispers. He wasn't supposed to talk to her, he was supposed to touch her! but he obviously had other plans, diabolical and agonizingly slowly arousing.
She saw - had to see, she was simply unable to close her eyes or avert her gaze, although her head was not fixed - it was like a compulsion. Of not inconsiderable fascination. The BEAST. She saw Deanna screaming into the gag, desperately trying to escape the restraints. She was forced onto this table, in a position that just seemed to be there to be taken. presented. accessible. painful. She had no way of communicating with Deanna, who was staring at the beast with her eyes wide open in panic. For Deanna, a nightmare became reality. If you listened closely, from her MPPPFFFFs into the gag was an infinitely increasing sequence of NO NO NO. But something deep in Seven's "perverted" mind enjoyed the sight. In her own dreams, she would have been the inquisitor, calmly watching as the beast began to do its work. Now she was in the middle, forced to wait. powerless. And yet... and then... the communication implant began to speak to her.
All she could answer it was only a "No... please... don't". But it was almost on the edge of submission, of giving in to the situation, of "wanting to play along". It almost sounded like a "YES".
Because step by step, like a climax, her feelings became more and more intense, took more and more space in her thinking. Her sexual feelings were very complex, she noticed that she was even further eroticized by his voice. Waves of pleasure ran through her body, her womb, her belly, coming up to her tortured mind. She wanted! But the climax carried her just so far that she was about to orgasm, and then flattened out a bit. a torture of tease and denial. Then... she felt the touch. of this addon of the chair, on her most sensitive part. With fascination she was aware, that HE did not touch her, but made the chair giving her... pleasure? No, the "thing" rubbing on her private parts was more of a torture then giving her pleasure and satisfaction. He had her completely under control.
An idea flow through her mind - She wished to be in Deanna's place. To face this BEAST.
Everything melted away. A world of horror, lust, exercise of power, and impotence. "You kill me - please - finish me" But of course.... while her sensations and the stimuli of her lust increased further and into infinity, she could not reach her climax. But the images burned themselves into her mind. It was... like in a personal adapted horror and porn movie. Only that she and Deanna had now involuntarily become the main characters.
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The best grabbed onto Deanna's waist with his two tails wrapped around her and pulled her against his body. Its two cocks rubbed against the pantyhose that was the only thing protecting her from being stuffed by the beast's large cocks as it started to hump against her back side. While it was in all actuality just another broker that had taken the form of the beast it had but a single order given to it and that was to rape and assault the bound woman in front of it. The beast was large and its cocks kept pressing against the fabric that adorned the woman's lower half of her body.
Broker watched what was going on before he returned his attention back to Seven as he ran a hand through her hair as he listened to her voice in the communication channel that the borg had and that now this ship did and some key personal did. He made sure to put in new commands to the chair that while the vibe was busy rubbing away in between her legs there was another one that started to grow and press up against her ass. Broker made sure to tweak just what Seven was feeling so that while it would be extremely heightened senses there would still be just a little more needed to be able to push her past the point but never reach that point.
He watched her vitals seeing the increase in her heartbeat and state of arousal. chuckling abit he grabbed seven by her hair and yanked back making her look at him. He kept a grip on her hair as he nipped at the exposed skin of her neck before releasing the grip on her hair as he waited for her response.
Seeing how he needed to wait to hear back on Seven's response he let his eyes travel to the corridor of where Jadzia Dax and B'elanna Torres were currently located as he also trained an eye on Aegon making sure that he had quite a hard time getting to B'elanna or Jadzia. There was another reason he wanted to know what Jadzia was doing as his new programming was telling him that he needed to seek her out to give her new orders and receive her allegiance.
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Deanna Troi
Helplessly at the mercy. While the monster began to press her more and more with his two cocks, and she already felt in her dark fantasy just how it would be to be filled in her two holes by these thick, huge cocks. She already felt how it would be to be torn from the inside. She was wet, so wet, her panties and nylons were soaked with her pussy juice. She could feel them making their way, pushing the fabric more and more inside her. Again she screamed NO NO into her gag. A flashback took her back to that evening in the academy park when a gang of three large, alien cadets had waylaid her, and while two held her down, the other had pulled out his cock and laughingly called her a whore and now he was going to.... Memory and reality mixed, she tried to back away, the restraints held her, she was pressed against the Beast again, this time there was no escape, as there had been then. This time it would happen. Back then, someone had shown up and the three had let her go. ashamed, with her uniform torn, already stained with his cum.
But there was no escape, neither into this terrible memory of the past, nor by simply closing her eyes. And to her horror, Deanna realized what she had always noticed in her dreams, in which this situation had played out over and over again as if in her mind's eye - that it made her hot. That she wanted it. That only by consummating the rape would she be able to deal with this. The realization struck her like a lightning bolt; after all, she had been trained as a counselor and was used to sensing the feelings and thoughts of others, to helping them in their time of need. Only with herself she had obviously failed all these years, and had to be exposed to this - horror - to realize that this was what she needed.
She closed her eyes. Her thoughts and feelings had stored the whole situation, and she began to resist the pressure on her lower holes. She noticed how her arousal adapted in waves to the thrusts of this monster, how they found a rythm. She was still afraid, just afraid of being torn apart, of the pain, and the humiliation of rape. but the part of her masochistic and submissive personality that had been pushed to the background for so many years then, that she herself had forbidden to want such a thing, began to take over. She felt the tentacle that had kept her mouth closed also stir, and began to make its way between her lips and into her mouth. She would be taken in her three "holes" at the same time. A three-hole usable whore, she was. Finally, she could let go. Everything around her began to turn into a sea of pleasure and pain, lust and humiliation. Held and carried by her bonds, she felt as if she were swimming in a sea of pleasure... and all around her.... pure lust.
Through her empathic connection, she sent out a shockwave of pure pleasure as her first orgasm shook her, without even the gigantic devices already shredding her panties or driving into her.
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felt it too, undefined, but as a wave of tremendous energy and lust. It was killing her, herself, held on the edge of climax by HIM, tortured by endless sexual overload and denial. She would feel each of Deanna's orgasms, while no sarisfaction was not given to herself.
But there was that voice. Broker. He was speaking to her. He was wooing her. she too was being teased at both her private cavities, by those perverted "fingers" of the chair device she was strapped to. And even if Broker was only taking her hair in his hand as he pulled her head down to him when he was so close, being in some kind of perverted togetherness with HIM, something exploded inside her.
But she still somehow managed to keep control. With all her strength she kept saying NO NO NO to herself. Not out of loyalty to Starfleet or any hierarchy she had never really recognized. But out of her own strength and resistance to this subjugation. "Torture me" She wanted it. She wanted out of this dilemma. Not she would be able to submit, he would have to break her. And something deep inside her wanted to be broken, wanted to be enslaved. Again a climax. She felt a load of her juice pouring out of her pussy, her nipples painfully erect, everything inside her screaming for fulfillment. "Why does SHE get what I am denied? Finish me... plese... right NOW".
Spoken it in a loud voice on the private borg channel. She had never dared to say it. It was a kind of outing from her. "Give me the torture. And I will be yours." She never begged for being broken. But now she could not help it.
Jadix and B'Ellana. In another part of the ship.
Though it certainly wasn't wise, they had split up, and walked in different directions through the corridors, trying to find a way somehow. It was Jadzia's suggestion, and she had her reasons. While she was alone, she listened to the inner voice that connected her to Broker. At the same time, she began to feel proud and strong. She was a woman. She was beautiful. This uniform dressed her, but also revealed everything. Her long legs. her perfect curves. "They" had not wanted to let that happen. She had even been warned for "exhibitonistic behavior" and "erotic play on the holodeck". by these of these mindless, cramped starfleet bosses. Who were so prudish. And did not begrudge her, simple to be herself. That hadn't been fair. She was a woman. She was proud. She liked to show off. Unconsciously, as if there were a mirror or a hidden camera watching her, she spun in circles, showing everything she had, waving her butt, reaching her hand under her breasts, lifting them out, Presenting herself to an unseen onlooker. For a moment her hand was down between her legs and she hinted at pleasuring herself.
Broker had allowed her to be herself. Now she played a role in an important mission. She found her position in another organization where she would be highly valued.
She reached for the holster and drew her phaser, set it to stun and released the safety. She was sure that Broker could see her. and hear her. "I'm going now, to pick up the bimbo". She turned and walked into the corridor where B'Ellana was. She stood wide-legged, gun pointed at B'Ellana from behind. She noticed how it satisfied her. To exercise power. And to be able to show her sexuality at the same time.
"Turn to the wall, hands over your head, legs spread". In an imperious voice, not allowing any contradiction. She saw the astonishment, even horror in the face of B'Elllana, when she turned to her. It made her hot, she felt the excitement rising inside her. "Go." She was in control. She enjoyed it all the more because B'Ellana was a half-Klingon. "Fucking" her would be a special pleasure. "I'm not kidding. The weapon is charged..."
Slowly, wordlessly, B'Ellana turned to the wall. A world had collapsed inside her. What had happened? What had happened to Jadzia? She was changed, a bundle of eroticism and dominance. Slowly, as if in slow motion, she spread her legs apart while Jadzia, gun still pointed at her, slowly approached her from behind. She was sure that Broker was watching her. She would give him a show he would not forget for a long time.
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The beast over Troi kept pushing its cocks against her more and more, straining the fabric of her nylons before it finally ripped a hole in them exposing her pussy to its cocks before it slowly pushed itself into the bound commander. The beast started pushing more and more as it raped the young commander. Though it had not yet pushed all of its cock into her soft body. The Broker Beast leaned over toy and let its long tongue hang out before licking at her face as its two cocks claimed her ass and pussy while Broker watched before he turned his attention back to Seven. He could tell that what was going on with Troi was really having an affect with Seven.
He laughed as he made sure that the chair that held Seven Down kept tormenting her, changing up its pattern and power that it was using to tease and torment the beautiful borg officer. He looked at Seven before he grabbed the clasp that held the gag sealed around Seven's lips and unlocked it letting the gag fall away from her mouth.
He looked back over at the beast as the cords that had been holding Troi down were released but even with that fact the beast still had her pinned underneath its body It also had its 2 tails wrapped around her waist and hips keeping her pulled back against its body as it kept pushing its cocks deeper and deeper into her warm body as it let out a few low grunts while it kept working over the Starfleet officer.
Broker watched for a little while longer as the beast enjoyed itself with Deanna Troi before he turned his attention elsewhere to another part of the ship. His cameras had picked up Jadzia Dax and watched her as he observed her and what she was doing, She was a rather attractive woman but he wanted to see just what she could do before he decided to take her in from his command. He listened to what she said and kept his eyes on her as he followed her while she stalked B'elanna and cornered her in the corridor. The cameras that ran all through the ship were active and Broker made sure to keep his eye on what Jadzia was doing as he was slightly impressed but he felt that she could do much better.
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Seven of Nine - On the border of Loyality
Deanna Troi, completely taken in by the Beast, had arrived in another world. Seven and Broker heard her moaning into the gag, her cries of pleasure mixed with an uncontrolled "YAAAA" and "NOOO". She was beyond all limits, shaken by an endless succession of orgasms. Was it possible to die of pleasure? If so, she was about to.
Seven enjoyed the sight, without question. She was so hot - even from the broker's whispers. His questions to her - suddenly she had answers, part of her mind shattered to so many modules had found them. It was perverse, she could think clearly at the same time, yet watch other parts of her caught between heaven and hell with lust and denied fulfillment. She was watching herself, as it were, her human body demanding exactly what Deana was getting before her eyes. Was there actually a desire in her to suffer herself, as it were as reparation or punishment for what she had done as BORG? Or what the collective, of which she had been a part, had done?
It was only a whisper at first, but gradually her voice became firmer as she began to answer him. She was close to being broken. It was too much for her, some of her systems just overloaded.
"I want both" It took her a moment before she was ready to reveal herself. "I have a desire for both. Life as a Borg is ... pleasurable. I would enjoy being by your side, your sidekick when it comes to just finishing Deanna off. I love power. Power is everything. "
Another pause.
"And something inside me is so horny, and something wants to be broken, used, punished. There's something very special about pain. I love - the pain."
She was helpless, at his mercy, and at the same time she admired hern for taking over. Power makes sexy. But she was still in the middle, strapped tightly to that awful chair, his captive, at his mercy. And yet Broker spoke to her in a tantalizing language, wanting to probe her innermost. And somehow managed to make her want to confide in him. She had already changed sides at this point. Should he offer her to defect - to whichever side - she would be willing to do so, if she got what she desired.
"I think they call a switch, what I am . And you'll find the trigger to push me to any wanted direction. I will be there wherever it leads."
At the same time her body was again shaken by violent pre-orgasmic spasms, her pleasure was unbearable. Finally the communication also need off again and only a long drawn moan came out of her mouth.
Jadzia - Mission completed
Meanwhile. Was Jadzia released from any convention. Free to do what she had always secretly wanted to do. Those games on the holodeck - so free and exciting, yet had never gone far enough for her. She wanted more. Daring, sordid possibilities always occurred to her. But it had all been so well-behaved. Now it was different. The accident and Broker's takeover of the ship had freed her to do whatever she wanted. To finally be herself. A smile came across her face, and her voice sounded earnest and encouraging as she turned to B'Ellana, who stood before her, still broad-legged, her hands on the wall above her head, her face contorted in a mixture of fear and incomprehension.
"My dear, you are about to meet a whole new world and a new Jadzia. You want it too, don't you?" She stepped closer to B'Ellana from behind, and while her one hand pressed the phaser to her neck, the other was on its way to reach around her chest from behind. She felt through the fabric of the uniform that B'Ellana was obviously not wearing a bra, and the nipples made her small firm breasts stick out stiffly. "You want it, and you can't admit it to yourself. I'm going to help you find you." Her hand moved down, and gently began to explore her belly, and then the private parts between B'Ellana's thighs.
B'Ellana was still shocked, she just couldn't go for these games, even if it secretly met her inclinations. In addition, B'Ellana and Jadzia knew each other long enough to know that they were both not averse to daring games and had a certain inclination towards lesbian games. "You don't dare," was all B'Ellana could force between her teeth.
Suddenly Jadzia had conjured up a pair of handcuffs and held them out to B'Ellana. "Don't tell me you're not hot for these games". She noticed that B'Ellana was tensing and preparing to break free. But she beat her to it. With a swift kick of her boots, she kicked B'Ellana's legs away, sending her helpless to the floor. Then she was on top of her, bending the stunned woman's hands behind her back and snapping the cuffs. Then she stood over her, phaser at the ready. "No more attempts, yes? You don't want to find out what that phaser is set to." A silvery laugh. Still it was a game to her. She put a foot on B'Ellana's stomach, turned in the direction she thought the camera was, and posed for Broker. She presented herself, the slowly opened her uniform jacket and pulled it back over her shoulder so that the shadow of the symbiote could be seen like a tattoo. She proudly stuck out her chest, emphasizing her long legs, the boots, the nylons. Finally, she began a real strip, slowly and provocatively stripping off her uniform, and stood there in boots, nylons and underwear, while B'Ellana stared at her in disbelief.
Then she was back on B'Ellana, taking her between her thighs, massaging her breasts, causing a violent shaking of her head and shouts of "NO!", grabbing her by the shoulders and holding her tightly while she gave her a forced, long and intense kiss. She felt B'Ellana allowing her mouth to open, and finally the two women surrendered to an unrestrained, deep French kiss. jadzia felt B'Ellana's lower body between her thighs, and began to apply pressure there, at the same time teasing B'Ellana's sensitive spot, showing her that she had her under control.
But B'Ellana still couldn't let her whole world of loyalty to Starfleet, everything so ordered and secure in her life, shatter like that. Again, Jadzia noticed that B'Ellana was tensing up and began to resist. Still kneeling on her, Jadzia straightened her upper body, picked up the phaser again, and pressed it against B'Ellana's neck once more. This time she pulled the trigger, and with a long drawn-out sigh, B'Ellana slumped down. Jadzia, however, looked proudly "into the cam", she was sure that she looked simply stunning in her underwear, kneeling on the unconscious B'Ellana being her victim. With a proud tone, she said to the camera. "Mission accomplished. Two to beam up."
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Broker looked at Seven can listened to her and knew he had her but still she didn't give him what he wanted. He wanted to hear her say that she was broken. wanted to hear her say that she belonged to him and do whatever he asked of her. "And yet you have not done as I have told of you. You will do as you are told then for you to be rewarded. Why would I reward you for not doing what I have told you to do?"
He made sure that the chair was holding Seven down shifted so that she was forced to lay down and no longer could see what was going on to Deanna as Broker looked down at Seven and let a hand trail over her chest and breasts before he tapped a command on the chair and it brought up a blindfold and placed it over Seven's eyes and then a set of earplugs were placed in he ears but before they were sealed in he looked down at Seven and placed a hand upon her shoulder. "You know what I want you to do. I want you to yell it out that you belong to me, to do with as I see fit. That you are nothing but a starfleet whore who bends over and wants to be fucked by anyone and everyone." He looked at Seven and grinned as he also replayed the message over and over through the borg communication line as he wanted to fully break her and make her into his plaything.
Broker then turned and walked over to where the beast had pinned poor Deanna Troi down on the floor and was enjoying her two back holes though it had not yet fully locked their two bodies together as the beast hadn't slipped its knot up into her pussy and ass. He watched the tendril that was fucking Deanna's mouth before he made a few commands and the tendril pulled out of Deanna's mouth then moved up under her chin to make her lift her head and look at Broker. "I can tell deep down, you are loving this. while you may think you don't you cannot deny it to your mind that in all truth you love this, a large beast enjoying your body and using you for its own pleasure." He watched Deanna as the beast let out a low grunt before pushing its knots into her pussy and ass.
A small humming could be heard before one of the emitters came to life. Broker looked at Jadzia now standing over the unconscious B'elanna in only her boots, nylons and bra. "well well well what have we here Lt.Cmdr Jadzia Dax." He walked around her looking her over before he glanced down at the half klingon hybrid who was in all essence on the ground drooling. "So tell me then what is it that you are trying to accomplish here, What is it that you want by managing to handcuff and knock out Lt. Commander B'elanna Torres?" He watched her wondering what she was truly wanting and just what would she do to get what she desired. He looked over her lovely body while he awaited her answer he was looking through the rest of the ship seeing the Captain making her way to the bridge as the ship its self slowly crept closer to the orbit of the planet down below.
Outer Limits, Tic City, Breshig
The sun was just reaching mid point of the day and while normally people would be up by then Bikoura was just starting to wake up. He let out a low groan as he shifted in the large bed and reached out but didn't feel the normal soft body that laid beside him. He mumbled abit before rolling to his other side to feel and again came up with nothing but sheets as he groaned and sat up rubbing his head feeling over the buzzed dark brown hair that he had. He pushed off the sheets and swung his feet over the bed expecting to hear the irritated yelling of his pet Nexu and instead heard nothing. "Normally he's right here, where is everyone." Bikoura yawned as he grabbed his pants and pulled them up and clipped his belt together before heading out of the hallway and to the main living room. "Leia, Ash where are you two?" He looked around wondering where the two women he lived with had wandered off to as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it on as he looked around. It had been quite a night last night which is why he was getting up so late but he wondered where his two ladies were.
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Deana Troi
Deana was done, finished, across every border and yet somehow absorbed, arrived. A world had been shattered. She did not know what was to come. She didn't want to think about it either, her ratio was switched off. Her LUST had taken over. Her eyes were big and wide as she stared at him, helpless in the bonds, moaning now and then with pleasure as the BIEST began to explore another of her erogenous zones as it continued to fill her. Was there almost some gratitude in her eyes? Fulfillment? He didn't even have to tell her, it was obvious. Only slowly did the realization penetrate to her mind that he was talking to her and demanding something from her. As the beast began anew to fill both of her lower pleasure grottos, even deeper, giving her the feeling of being filled and enclosed at the same time, and being torn apart as a new wave of pleasure exploded inside her. She began to speak. "Please... don't stop... keep going... deeper... more..."
She couldn't help it. It was all she felt anymore. Her bondage to her new Master was infinite. "I will give everything. Just please. don't stop" Then she closed her eyes, and the endless ocean of lust crashed over her again.
Seven of Nine
It took longer with Seven It worked inside her. The device, the chair, developed a life of its own. As he continued to stretch her body, to tease all her sensitive parts, to explore her body and her reactions. It was a diabolical program, made to break its victim through sexual overload and withholding. It seemed to anticipate how she would react, it intercepted every peak of her pleasure, it knew by now exactly where and how to stimulate her without letting her come to fulfillment. And it found her rhythms, the cruel relentless things in her pussy always started again exactly when she came into the next wave of climax. Sometimes she expected it, sometimes it came exactly, pushed her even faster, even higher, sometimes it did not come, leaving disappointment and anger. Sometimes it seemed to stop, only to start again unexpectedly with new attacks on her pleasure centers.
Once she was even allowed to come, the machine stopped briefly as if to let her experience her first orgasm, only to start the torturous procedure over again. Then she was turned away, towards him, looking at his face. His face... she even began to love this avatar that Broker had chosen, she began to feel gratitude for him torturing her. "I can't..." it came over her lips, but she knew that wasn't true. Then her senses were taken away, her eyes and ears closed. After before the muffled screams of pleasure from Deanna had reached her, even she had sometimes heard the clapping and a kind of slimy PLOP when the beast penetrated Deanna or withdrew, she was now alone with herself, this DEVICE, its diabolical control, and HIM, Broker, who could be salvation for her, who was tempting her.
"I can't". It was a one-way street, and his words began to speak to her in a rythm, in endless repetition, coupled with the rythm in which her lust was triggered, or when she was just being physically sent into a resting phase, when the terrible and yet so desired sexual torture was suspended, to make room for his voice. Peculiarity to speak with blocked ears, as it were into the void. And he was gone, he had gone to Deanna, she could no longer hold on to the sight of his face. And when at that moment the automaton sent her into another orgasm that was painful for her, that she didn't want, that broke everything - she broke too. Some part of her strong personality burned through, also in the form of a physical process, modules shut down or were destroyed by electrical overload. Her rebuilding had begun. And she heard herself speaking with her inner ear. "I am a whore". "I am worth nothing". "I deserve what happens to me." I want it this way".
Of course, nothing happened. Too quiet. too little. She began to shout it out. She started to panic. She wanted. She wanted.
"I BELONG TO YOU. DO WITH ME AS YOU SEE FIT."
"YES, I AM A STARFLEET WHORE. OPEN TO ALL. FUCKED BY EVERYONE."
"TAKE ME. MAKE ME YOUR FUCK. WHATEVER YOU WANT."
More. The rythm. Out of sex, helplessness, being at the mercy of the machine. His words. Another cycle. Infinite. She had lost all measure of time.
"I BELONG TO YOU. I AM WORTHLESS. USE ME. GIVE ME TO WHOMEVER YOU WANT".
It was brutal. No mercy. No response. Around them only emptiness, and this.... DEVICE.
"KILL ME" "PLEASE"
It didn't stop. she screamed her head off, her voice getting rougher. She started again, tugging frantically at the restraints. Then she collapsed. It did not release her into the unconsciousness so desired. It did not stop. She was ready. Only now and then came a whisper.
"Please"
"Stopp it"
"Take me"
"Please...."
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Broker watched the beast work its way over Deanna as the cords that once held her and kept her from trying to escape from the large beast released their grip around Deanna's body but even if the cords had released her she still wouldn't of been able to get away due to the two large cocks that were shoved deeply into her body to the point the knots kept her body locked against the creature until she would be forced to get the beast to cum inside of her holes so that once it did the cocks would shrink to a smaller size letting her have the ability to be free of the cocks though he had a feeling that even after she was free of them she would be begging to be fucked again or she would start to suck off the cocks of the large beast the best she could sucking on an artificial creature.
He looked back at 7 and grinned nodding his head as he walked over to her and removed the earplugs from her and ran a hand through her hair. "Good girl." He ran a hand up along Seven's long nylon clad legs before he untied the bonds around her ankles keeping her still though bound down to the table as he ever so slowly let his hand trail up along her legs feeling the silky fabric of her nylons before he stopped when his hand got to the edge of her uniform and just trailed his fingers over her upper thigh.
He looked over her before he pulled off the blindfold over her eyes. He spoke to her mind as he started to kiss along her neck ever so softly just to tease her even a little more
He made the Machine stop its teasing of Seven before he started to unzip Seven's uniform and expose her lovely body to his eyes while the bindings still held Seven down to the table while he waited for her response to what he had told of her. He grinned knowing that part of his programming was starting to work and there was still much more it had been programmed to do.