Star Trek Voyager: Call of the Borg

Seven fell against a bulkhead as her Kinetic Displacement Implant failed. Kim hit his com badge.

"Ensign Kim to sick bay. Emergency beam out."

"Acknowledged." said the Doctor.

In seconds their atoms were ripped apart and pulled through a sub-space variance until they were reassembled aboard Voyager's Sick Bay. Seven was conscious, but confused.

"What happened?" asked the Doctor, waving a whirling medical tricorder.

"I don't know." said Kim. "We were examining the Cube. No drones anywhere. Like we thought, it's adrift in space. Seven found a communications array she'd never seen before. It's new Borg technology. Anyway, she touched it, the machine activated, and she fell."

"Her Nano-Cerbral Module is being bombarded by a transwarp frequency." said the Doctor.

"How is that possible?" asked Kim. "We're not moving in transwarp."

"No, but a communication of some sort is." said the Doctor. "Help me isolate her. If she's receiving Borg communication..."

"She could become dangerous." finished Kim.

"Precisely."

Seven felt her body lift. The hands touching her, Terran and Hologram, sent shivers of sensation through her legs. A curious wetness dampened her suit. Her nipples, still flesh, though supported by a metal undercarriage, stiffened. Her nose picked up keen odors in the room, of skin and hair. She swooned with an urge she'd felt only in Sector Zero, but much stronger. She recognized carnality, but had never before reached such a stage of arousal.

Kim left to make his report, while the Doctor entered his readings into the computer. They didn't notice Seven's long fingers running down her suit to the dampness between her legs. Pushing and rubbing through the fabric Seven ministered her sex as best she could. She tried to stop. When these sensations had come to her before, she had always managed to restrain herself. Not now. She could not be stopped now, no more that she could stop the Event Horizon of a collapsing White Dwarf. She dug and dug at herself until the shimmering material of her suit ripped and her fingers found purchase on blessed flesh. "Ahhhh!" she sighed, as she wiggled into the tear, wetting her fingers with a pungent juice. She found a tiny nub, pressed, and rolled her eyes back. "Yes!" she screamed.

"Seven?" said the Doctor, looking up from his station. The images received by his matrix scanned a bank of possible programmed responses, chose one, and commanded the Holo-Emitter force fields to lift the matter used to create the EMH's left eyebrow. "Oh my."

Seven heard the Doctor's voice, leaped off the bed, still reeling from vertigo, but determined to satiate herself. About her she could hear the faint hum of the security force field. "Doctor," she said, "I require your assistance."

The Doctor stepped through the force field, his body sputtering an electronic yellow as the passage momentarily disrupted his program.

"You should lie down, Seven." he said.

"Computer," said Seven, "Disable EMH Holo-Emitters outside the security field, and program to erase Emergency Medical Hologram program from all Voyager sub-systems should the EMH move without. Security override Seven of Nine Alpha, Alpha, Zero, Two, Zero."

"Affirmative." answered the computer.

"Seven?" started the Doctor, confused. Before he could ask why Seven had trapped him inside the Security Field he found himself thrown down upon a medical bunk with Seven on top of him. "You're suffering from a transwarp redirect of your Nano-Cerebral involuntary programming..."

"Irrelevant." said Seven, tugging at the Doctor's uniform.

"What are you doing?" asked the Doctor. "Let me give you a sedative."

Seven had to move fast. The wetness inside her was growing, and the need was paramount. But the Doctors pants would not come undone. She realized what the problem was. The uniform was the Doctor, created out of loose matter, held in place by force-fields. There was nothing underneath them but replicated molecules used for substance.

She suddenly recalled a conversation she'd had with the Chief Engineer, during an unguarded moment brought about by too many Kalaxian Ales she'd traded for two Replicator Coils. "Computer!" she said, breathlessly. "Alter EMH program. Augment with sexual attributes from program Belanna244."

"What's happening?" said the Doctor, overcome with a sudden influx of new data. "I can, feel something..." he said, suddenly squirming.

"I've added sensation to your matrix." said Seven, "and this."

She pulled down his pants, altered now to remove, and reveal beneath a human penis, fully functional, and growing.

"What have you done to me?" yelled the Doctor. "How dare you. You can't do this!"

Seven swooned. The phallus called to her, beckoned her. She gave in to the sensations flooding her body. Mounting the Doctor she guided his penis into her, filling her. She snarled with lust. More. She wanted more.

"Computer!" she said. "Augment newly programmed EMS penis by four centimeters."

"No!" screamed the Doctor. But as his new Holo-Organ grew he felt it squeeze between the folds of Seven's genitalia and ensconce itself within her vaginal canal. "Oh my!" he sighed, drunk with the new sensation. He was encouraged to push.

Seven felt his thrust and fell on top of him. "More." she whispered in his ear. "More."

But the Doctor's ethical program was still intact. "Seven. You're not in control of your actions. You must not allow yourself to be controlled by the transmission you're receiving. Concentrate! This is not all appropriate behavior aboard a Federation Starship. I'm not sure of the exact regulation, but I'm sure that..."

In the back of her mind Seven heard and understood the Doctor's words. But the Receivers in her Nano-Cortex compensated, overriding her bio-neuro commands. Her lust rose, her pulse quickened, and her hips plunged down, and up, sending the phallus deep inside her body, and rubbing it against her swollen human nub.

The Doctor shut his eyes tightly, fighting the fantastic sensations shooting through his matrix. He tried to push her off him. "Seven...Listen to me...You have to stop....I can't let you do this...I can't let you..."

Seven squeezed her thighs, pinning the Doctor to the bed. Reaching down she kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

"Resistance..." she whispered, "is futile."