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Voyager Uncensored Ch. 03

By: scatwoman



Voyager Uncensored # 3 : "Shore Leave"

Part 1

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Context Notes: 

This episode takes place after "The Raven" but before "Scientific Method", in Voyager's 4th season, pretty much right after they introduced Seven. For certain plot reasons (as you'll see), I wanted to have this story take place right about then. Also, I wanted to bridge the gap between the last Voyager Uncensored story and the new direction of the show now that Kes is (supposedly) gone and Seven is on the show. You'll find, though, in this story, that Kes' disappearance wasn't quite what it seemed. Also, there are a couple references to other episodes such as "Threshold" (Tom and Janeway break warp 10 and devolve into Catfish), "Meld" (The murderous Ensign Suder), and "Phage" (Neelix' Lungs get stolen!).

Content Note:

Okay, this one is definitely the most graphic and extreme one I've written, and they're likely to stay at this level. I also kind of abandoned the pretense of having a serious plot in this one, the sex is the main plot element here, but I tried to keep the genuine characterizations and humor the previous episodes had.

This story contains: F/f, FM/f TS/m, F/m, FM/m, bestiality (alien), oral, anal, watersports, scat, humiliation and D/S.

(Note that "TS" here stands for a woman with a penis, not a man in drag, trust me, it will make sense when you read it.)

Also, as usual, no incest, no pedophilia (though I guess technically Kes is only 6, but then her race only lives 9 years and is mature by 2), no torture or snuff. Just thought you'd like to know.

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TEASER:

"Captain's Log: Stardate 49474.7 While I am frustrated by our unavoidable extension of our journey home by our encounter with the B'omar, I must say the three months it will take us to circumnavigate their space is going to go by rather quickly. It has only been a few days since the incident involving the Raven and already things seem back to normal. In fact, the crew is keeping very busy, especially Ensign Kim and Seven who are working on the new Astrometrics Lab. I-"

A soft bleep interrupted Captain Katherine Janeway's log entry. "Neelix to Captain Janeway." She sighed in annoyance and put down the PADD on the counter next to her, next to the sink.

"Yes, Neelix, what is it? And it had better be good, I'm taking a piss!" she replied with more than a little trace of annoyance in her voice.

Neelix was in the Mess Hall and heard the splashing sound of Janeway's urine as she continued to relieve herself, as if to punctuate her point. "Er- I'm sorry, Captain, I didn't mean to interrupt- I'll just"

"Just go ahead, Neelix, what is it?" she interrupted.

Neelix heard his Captain continue to piss and went on, a little uncomfortably, "Uh, yes, well, it's just that it's Mexicano night here tomorrow night and I've just found that we're all out of beans and jollypanos-" Neelix completely slaughtered the word "jalepeno", pronouncing it like an English word.

"Jolly- what? Well whatever it is, just replicate them" replied the Captain.

"Well, it's just that, well, I know how much people look forward to the theme nights, and I'd really like to get them fresh real food if possible..." Neelix explained.

"And I take it the hydroponics bays are fresh out?" Janeway sighed, knowing Neelix had an idea, wishing he'd just get to the point.

"Well, yes, Captain," Neelix replied, "but I was talking to Ensign Kim and he told me we have scanned and contacted a planet nearby with an extensive agriculture, similar to your Earth's, and-"

"Yes, the Yasmina, we contacted them yesterday. I'm sure we could arrange some sort of trade, and it will be good for morale" - unless he gives us all food poisoning Janeway thought to herself- still, better to pacify the annoying warthog or whatever he was, "I'll ask them about it... as soon as I'm done with my piss!"

Neelix is suddenly flushed, looking around making sure no-one overheard and got the point, "Uh- thank you Captain, the crew will be grateful, Neelix out." And with a soft tone, he deactivated the panel and started planning the "Fiesta".

Back in Janeway's quarters, the captain picked up her PADD and prepared to continue her log, when another beep interrupted her. "Chakotay to Captain Janeway"

"Yes, Chakotay?" Janeway asked, a little peeved now.

"Sorry to bother you Captain, but we've picked up a strange energy reading..." Chakotay reported.

Is there any other kind? Janeway thought to herself, "I'll be right there," she responded.

"Chakotay out."

Janeway put down the PADD and looked down between her thighs into Kes' deep blue eyes.

"Swallow," she ordered. Kes audibly swallowed a mouthful of her Captain's hot piss.

"Wipe."

Kes licked Janeway's pussy lips clean of piss, at all times keeping her eyes locked with her Captain's.

"Good girl," Janeway complimented her as she patted her on the head and stood up, pulling up her pants. She put Kes' gag back in and turned on her anal vibrator before leaving, locking the bathroom and heading up to the bridge.

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Insert Main Titles and annoying commercials for phone companies and cars here.

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ACT 1

On the bridge, Janeway and Chakotay stood at Ops with Ensign Miya. Miya was a Deltan and was standing in for Kim while he worked on the Astrometrics Lab. Janeway listened as Miya described the strange energy reading from over 400 million kilometers away, but like the rest of the bridge crew, she had a hard time thinking about anything else but Miya's sensuousness, one of the reasons Deltans find it hard to get far in Star Fleet. When Miya first arrived on the ship, she felt apprehension, she had heard of the difficulties Deltans have had in integrating with humans, people who found their sexual freedom uncomfortable, but this ship was different, soon after they'd been stranded here in the Delta quadrant, a sudden sexual freedom and general decadence had grabbed hold of the crew and never really let go (read "S-Space", Voyager Uncensored # 1). Since then, she has had many sexual partners and now currently shares her quarters with Tasha Yar, who's sexual appetite nearly matches her own! (read "Lost & Found", Voyager Uncensored # 2).

"My best guess would be that the exotic energy is of some sort of stellar origin, a dense cluster or trinary system, perhaps even a black hole." Miya finished her report.

"Or a wormhole?" Janeway offered, having listened enough to inject her own scientific two cents.

"Possibly," Miya replied with a glance at Janeway that made the Captain's lips quiver.

"Well, we have one stop to make along the way, how long will it take to get there?" Janeway asked, collecting her thoughts.

"Almost a week, Captain," Miya answered.

"Very well, continue your scans, let us know if anything develops. Helm, set a course for the anomaly, but plot it through Yasmina."

"Aye, Captain," Paris acknowledged and plotted the course.

"Yasmina, Captain?" asked Chakotay as they took their seats.

"Yes, Neelix wanted to try and get some new ingredients for his Mexicano night, something called 'jollypanos'," Janeway repeated the word with Neelix's poor pronunciation.

"Jolly- Jalepenos?" Chakotay corrected her, "What makes him think we'd find jalapenos 60,000 light-years from Mexico?!"

"Those were my thoughts as well, Chakotay, but I seem to remember Yamina was a quite hospitable and beautiful planet, it wouldn't hurt us to have a little shore leave, we've all been working hard," Janeway explained.

"And the anomaly?" Chakotay asked.

"It can wait. It seems like we run into one every week, and they usually mean trouble. Sometimes I think when we find an 'anomaly' we should just turn around and go the other way" Janeway joked. 

Chakotay smirked and enjoyed the joke, happy to see his Captain is trying to relax for once. Maybe, he thought, once he gets her down on Yasmina, they can relax... together...

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"Tom, Dick, and Harry"

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Smack!

"Thirty-one!" Kim counted off through gritted teeth. He tried to hold back the tears as he repeated, for the thirty-first time, "Thank you, Sir, may I have another?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely, yes you may!" Torres replied with an evil grin, and swatted Kim's as with a Kor'phagh for the thirty-second time. The Kor'phagh is a mixture of a cat of nine tails and a paddle, traditionally used in Klingon society in women's training schools to discipline unruly females. Ever since her Day of Honor, Torres had been trying to get into touch with her Klingon roots, so she figured she'd bring her favorite plaything in on it.

"OW! Ungh, thir-thirty-two!" Harry counted off, as the red marks glow on his bare cheeks. His face was almost as red as his ass from humiliation. He was bent over Torres' lap, wearing nothing but a cockring, a collar attached to a leash in Torres' left hand, and an eight-inch dildo up his ass, "Th-thank you, Sir, may I have another?"

"Well, maybe one more since you seem to like it so much," Torres sneered and gave him one last hard slap on the ass that makes Kim yelp in pain. Torres was wearing a new Dominatrix outfit, Thigh-high high-heel boots, a black latex skirt, and a nipple-less black PVC corset. Around her neck was a spiked collar, just to finish the look. After the last blow, she got up and let Kim drop to the floor. He hit the ground, then winced in pain and raised up off his sore ass, trying not to touch it.

"That will give you something to think about next time you try to go off and have sex without my permission!" Torres admonished him.

"I wasn't- I just- she- " Kim stammered to explain, but he couldn't- can't deny that ever since Seven of Nine started wearing that skin-tight catsuit all he could think about was getting the statuesque blonde in bed... it must have been pretty obvious since just a short while ago Seven of Nine almost raped him because she had picked up on his unspoken interest.

"Don't even try to deny it or it's back to the Kor'phagh!" Torres wielded the Klingon paddle threateningly.

"OK, ok... I'm sorry..." Kim backed down.

"Sorry WHAT?" Torres nearly shouted.

"Sorry... sorry Mistress." Kim offered.

"That's better" Torres put down the paddle and began to take off her skirt. Kim saw the huge Klingon penis under her skirt and began to panic. As uncomfortable as the dildo up his ass was, it was nothing compared to Torres' holodick she had made for herself... being drilled like a Terrelian Mildabon by a aroused Klingon woman was NOT something the human anus was meant to take well... and Harry would swear she'd enlarged it since she had first made it. It was almost as if she'd been experimenting on him to see just how much cock he could take up his ass. He'd never had the chance to measure it, but it was certainly the biggest cock he'd ever seen. And on a normal person it would have been impractical, something that big on a regular basis would have been impossible to hide and always would have gotten in the way.

"Uh, hey," Harry spoke up, trying to delay her, "why is it you can have Paris but I'm not allowed to- you know?"

"Oh, is that it, hunh," Torres laughed, stroking her growing Klingon HoloPenis, "you're jealous! Well, I can share! Computer, program Torres, nga'chuq be'joy' #57."

With a soft beep, the scenery shimmered and they found themselves in Paris' quarters, or at least, a holosimulation of it. Just then, Paris came in through the door.

"Honey, I'm home!" Paris said and walked up to Torres and they kissed.

"Hi, dear!" Torres replied.

"I see you brought home a surprise!" Paris said as he looked down at Harry with a chuckle. He squatted down and checked him out, seeing the leash and collar, the cockring, and red marks on his ass, "Nice work!" he said looking back at Torres, who had an evil grin on her face Kim found disturbing.

"Kimmy here was just telling me how jealous he is of our newfound friendship, Tommy," Torres said in mock concern.

"Really, oh, Harry, you poor guy. We've been best friends for three years now and suddenly I go off and be with Torres, how thoughtless of me... " Tom says. Kim had a sinking feeling about where this program was heading.

"Well, maybe we can make it up to him... make him feel 'included'" Torres suggested with a sadistic smile.

"Sounds good to me, what about you, Harry?" Tom asked, standing up again, hands on his hips.

Harry looked at Tom, then Torres. He knew what was going to happen. He knew it was just a holoprogram, but it felt real. Still, even though he'd never actually been fucked by a REAL dick, the holodicks Torres programmed felt... and tasted real... but deep inside he knew he's not gay... but this was taking it further, now he'd be having sex with a holo MAN....

"Come on Harry, you know you've always been curious, haven't you?" Tom said, moving closer. Torres dropped down next to Harry on her knees and started to undo Tom's pants where his erection was already showing.

"You've always secretly wanted to see what all those women were getting I know you, you little faggot..." Tom continued. Torres dropped Paris' pants and held out Tom's semi-hard prick. Kim smelled the scent of another man's crotch, Torres began sucking it, long and hard, looking at Harry as she did,

"Mmm, yeah, see? You can have some too, no need to be jealous, come on, why don't you join her?" Tom urged him on.

Torres sucked for a bit, while Kim watched, transfixed, unable to think of what he should be doing. Torres took her mouth off Tom's now-hard cock and put her hand on the back of Kim's head, slowly drawing him toward it. Kim was still stunned, but realized what was happening and momentarily jerked back, resisting, but Torres grabbed him harder and he saw the steel glare in her eyes. He knew that as much as this humiliated him, it would be over quicker and less painfully than another session with Torres and her Kor'phagh... at least she hadn't programmed it to be a monstrosity... Harry's head was guided forward, and he felt the soft pink flesh of the head of Tom's cock slip between his open lips and into his mouth. Torres guided Kim's head up and down on the cock, making Kim give Tom a nice, slow blow-job. After a few strokes, she pulled him off and sucked it herself again. She repeated this a few times, alternating, sharing Tom's cock with Harry. Tom leaned back and enjoyed it, moaning softly, every now and then encouraging them with words.

"Yeah, not bad, Harry, you like the taste of my cock, don't you?" Tom said as he leaned back and let Torres suck him.

Harry looked up at Tom, not sure what Torres had programmed this Tom to do if he didn't play along, knowing Torres, not something good. He decided he had to play along. "y-yes, Tom..."

"I thought so, you little homo... come, on then, why don't you give it to me good this time?"

Torres again released Tom's cock from her mouth and this time didn't force Harry forward onto it.

"Come on, Harry, you said you wanted my dickmeat, now prove it!" Tom taunted him.

Harry decided the fastest way to get this over with was to play along, and went forward on the cock. He took it in his hand, but Tom knocked them away-

"No, man, this is a blowjob, not a handjob!", he said, "use your mouth... ONLY your mouth..."

Harry once again looked at Torres, then went forward, enveloping the cock of the hologram of his friend and pretended it was just like any other time, reminding himself it's all just tractor beams and replicators, not real... but very convincing. Torres watched on eagerly, a wicked smile on her face, stroking herself as she watched.

"Yeah... oh... you're GOOD at this, Harry! I guess you've had a lot of practice... hey, come on, harder..." Tom encouraged, grabbing Harry's head and guiding him to deeper thrusts. Deeper and deeper, Tom pushed his head down, making him deep-throat him, which Harry didn't find all that difficult seeing as how Torres' "cock" is much bigger and he'd taken all of hers... Suddenly, Tom grabbed Harry's head with both hands and started pumping Harry's face, fucking his mouth vigorously. All Harry can do is try to keep up. Suddenly and a lot faster than Harry expected, Tom tensed up and thrust his hips all the way forward into Harry's mouth. Harry's lips were practically at Tom's balls, his nose buried in his soft brown pubic hair. He heard Tom grunt loudly and felt the hot jets of cum shoot down his throat.

"Oh yeah, come in his mouth, Tom! Shoot it down his throat! Make him drink your cum!!!" Torres growled as she stroked her faux cock.

"Oh.... FUCK!" Tom groaned as he shot his load down Harry's gullet. Harry was thinking only that he was thankful Tom's cock was so deep he didn't have to taste the cum.. then he caught himself wondering what it might really taste like if this had been the real Tom... he forced himself to stop thinking about it as Tom finished, pumped his face a few more times, and leaned back, relaxing for a bit.

"Man... that was good..." he said as Torres came up and french-kissed him. He grabbed her ass as they deeply kissed.

Kim started to pull off Tom's still-hard cock, but to his surprise, Tom's hand grabbed his head again and stopped him, "Whoa, Spunky! You're not done yet! That's just the first cum, to get me ready for a real fucking! Now that that's out of the way, you can give me a nice, long, blowjob! Show me your technique!" he pushed Harry's mouth back down on his cock, which had never even got soft, "and make it good, I've had the best back when I was in prison!"

"Oh, yeah, Harry, I forgot to mention, Tom has quite the stamina, he can cum usually three or four times in one night, without getting soft!" Torres now explained.

SURE he can, Harry thought to himself as he fellated the holoTom, if he was programmed by Torres he would obviously have super-stud stamina... this is just beginning, he thought to himself, as he started the long, slow blow job demanded of him.

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"Seven of Nine pounds"

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"All right, bitch, get this slip on so we're ready when we get to Yasmina," Janeway said, holding a thin, white satiny slip that looked almost long enough to cover Kes' tight little ass if she stood up straight.

Suddenly there was a soft chime at the door. Janeway and Kes looked up at it, surprised.

"Who is it?" Janeway said, getting up , ready to hide Kes if it was Neelix, although it seemed unlikely seeing as how he won't be able to walk comfortably for a while after his holodeck work-out.

"Seven of Nine, Captain". Came the stolid voice from the other side.

Janeway relaxed and spoke "come". The door slid open and Seven stepped in. She glanced over at Kes and raised an eyebrow, seeing her on the floor, naked, with her hands restrained behind her back, nipple clamps on and vibrator sticking out of her ass. The door closed behind her and Janeway spoke, "What's the mater, Seven, you look... troubled."

"Yes, Captain, I... I am .. uncomfortable." Seven spoke with a vagueness that was uncommon for her.

Janeway stood up and grabbed her shoulder, "I know, Seven that it must be difficult for you, but I think you're fitting in well... the crew is still adjusting to your... 'unique' demeanor, but I think you've proven yourself a very valuable member of this family... the astrometrics lab you and Ensign Kim have been working on is-"

"No, Captain, you misunderstand, " Seven interrupted Janeway's pep talk.

"Oh? Well, then, what did you mean?" Asked Janeway, a little concern showing on her features now, a concern that made Kes jealous, despite her humiliation...

"I am... physically uncomfortable..." Seven continued.

"You.. you mean the suit?" Asked Janeway, she knew it was tight and the heels were absurd, but it did wonders for crew morale, she'd hate to have someone with Seven's body walk around in a dumpy engineer's smock...


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"No, Captain," Seven replied, almost rudely, not knowing where Janeway would have gotten that idea, her Federation "uniform" was infinitely more comfortable than her Borg suit, she couldn't imagine being much more comfortable, "I have.. internal pain... here," Seven demonstrated by holding her hand on her lower belly.

"Pain?" Asked Janeway, concerned, "why come to me, you should be telling the Doctor-"

"The.. Doctor makes me uncomfortable as well, Captain.. I... I was hoping you could help me yourself, I know you..." Seven realized she was not getting through to Janeway, "I was mistaken, I will leave."

"No, no, wait, I can help, just, here, sit down"

"I prefer to stand"

"Oh, yes, of course... OK, well.. how does it hurt?"

"It... is hard, and it.. moves, sometimes it makes noise"

"Makes noise... are you hungry?"

"Hungry... I do not think so-"

"The Doctor did tell you you should start eating..."

"I have been."

"Oh, you have?"

"Yes.. Neelix... demonstrated how to eat.. he taught me to .. 'chew"

"How long ago?"

"Seven days"

"Neelix... " Janeway chucked at the picture of it, until she saw Seven's unamused face, serious about her discomfort, "Well, did you keep eating?"

"Yes," Seven continued, "I found it.. very inefficient... but I found once I'd started, I had regular urges for food... it has become quite an inconvenience"

"Yes, your body is adjusting to eating, you're digestive system hasn't been used in... " Janeway trailed off, suddenly making a connection, "Seven, have you... gone to the bathroom?"

"What? " Asked Seven.

"Gone.. to the bathroom, you know... excreted?" Asked Janeway

"I.. am unfamiliar with the process"

"Of course... if Neelix had to show you how to eat.. someone would have to show you how to... get rid of it."

"Will this alleviate the pain?"

"I think so, Seven", smiled Janeway.

"Will you.. teach me?"

Janeway thought for a moment, then smiled, a very wicked smile, "Yes, yes I will..." and she looked at Kes. Seven looked as well. Kes looked up at them, and the look of horror and realization came across her face.

Before long, Janeway was standing over Kes' face once again in the bathroom squirting the last of her piss into the petite blonde girl's full mouth.

"Swallow" Janeway ordered and Seven watched on as Kes swallowed every last drop of Janeway's urine.

"Wipe" Kes licked Janeway's pussy lips clean of piss, as she has three times every day for the past couple years.

"Now, your turn, Seven."

Seven looked on for a second, absorbing the concept, then undressed quickly with one zip. Both Kes and Janeway were dumbfounded by the statuesque nude beauty suddenly before them. Both Janeway and Kes began to get wet looking at her. Seven, of course, was totally unaware of her effect on the two women and looked at Janeway expectantly.

"What? Oh, of course, take a seat, Seven," Janeway got up and made room for Seven. Kes looked at Janeway, a little apprehensive, then at Seven who promptly took her spot on Kes' face. Kes stared up at the blonde amazon who's bald pussy was now pressed firmly in her open mouth. Seven looked up from Kes' face and at Janeway.

"What do I do now...?"

"Just.. relax... it will come naturally... just relax your pelvic muscles... let the pressure in your bladder go."

Seven looked pensive for a second, then looked down... and tried. Kes looked up at her expectantly, waiting ... then , very suddenly, Seven's hot, concentrated dark yellow piss began to fill her mouth... very quickly, and with a lot of force- it filled her mouth so quickly she was swallowing mouthfuls loudly, audibly,

"I... I think I am doing it Captain!" Seven said, watching Kes.

"I'd say so! Good job, Seven, keep it going, let it go!"

"This is much easier than I anticipated captain..." Seven said as she continued to piss down Kes throat. Kes' eyes were wide open, surprised how much piss was coming from this woman.. she'd had never had this much piss from any one person before, and this was this woman's first piss in twenty years! In a way, she was honored to be the receptacle of this very special gift.

As Seven's piss went on, unabated, Janeway was amazed, she stood there, grinning to herself, wide-eyed, trying to imagine how much piss was pouring into her little slavegirl's tummy. She wanted to touch herself, this scene was just so damn hot to her, her petite little blonde slave drinking pints of hot piss front this goddess of a woman a easily twice her size.

Finally, Seven felt the piss subside, and she lifted off Kes' mouth, filled to the brim with her amber-orange concentrated piss, "I believe I am done, Captain... " she said as a last few drops and rivulets dripped from her engorged pussy lips splashing audibly into Kes' mouth, making ripples. Seven looked up at Janeway who was smiling impishly. She nodded in agreement. Seven looked back down at Kes and ordered her more sternly than Janeway had ever heard, "Swallow." Kes's twat spasmed at the command, as did Janeway's, then Kes kept her mouth open as she drained the last of the incredibly strong piss down her throat.

"Wipe," ordered Seven as she finished. Kes raised up to eagerly lick the remaining piss off of her bald pussy.

"This... procedure is not... unpleasant, Captain."

"I know, Seven, kind of makes up for the inconvenience of eating, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but I do not think it has worked, I am still in pain."

"Oh yes, of course, that was simply the first part, for the second part, we'll have to turn Kes here around..."

Seven stood up and Kes looked at Janeway, surprised, she had only ever serviced Janeway, and never quite like that! Certainly she had cleaned her afterward, she had had Janeway fart in her mouth during her anal worshippings, but never... never this far... Now she was going to make her do it for Seven!!!

"Turn around, Kes, and open wide..." Kes became nervous, shaking in anticipation and fear.. this was it... the last vestiges of her pride, the final frontier of her humiliation... but she did as her Mistress commanded, and she turned around to face Seven's ass, tilted her head back and opened wide.

"Now, Seven squat down, legs spread wide, and put your anus right on her mouth..."

Seven looked down, and carefully did just so...

"And now-?" Seven was cut off by the loud, wet sound of a long, nasty fart that exploded out of her ass right into Kes' mouth, it took all three women by surprise, especially Kes, who started to struggle, but couldn't get away from Seven's ass. The sound was extremely obscene and Kes' cheeks turned red as they flapped from the escaping fart gas that didn't shoot out her nose or go down into her lungs. Janeway could smell the escaped gas and it was one of the downright nastiest farts she had ever smelled... and it turned her on to no end knowing that most of it was going right in her little toilet girl's mouth.

"You've got it now, Seven, just let it come naturally!"

"As you said, this does seem natural-," Another wet fart exploded from her ass, filling Kes' mouth... Janeway went behind her and knelt down at Kes's side and saw the panicked look in her eyes, and saw shit specs on her cheeks. Seeing this, she new these were dirty farts, sending wet shit projectiles all over the inside of Kes' mouth... however bad the farts smelled to Janeway, they must taste much worse. She just hoped Kes wouldn't just faint.. of course, she'd never let her down before...

"I... I think it may be stuck, Captain," Seven said with some consternation.

"You have to push, Seven," Janeway urged her.

"Push?"

"Yes, how do I explain it... just... push it out with your stomach muscles... you know, flex your abs a bit," Janeway suggested. She watched as Seven did just that and she began to grunt.

"This is NOT working," Seven protested.

"Harder, Seven, you normally do this at least once a day, it's only because you've waited so long, try harder..."

"Very well... I will try again..."

Seven pushed and pushed, farting a few times, grunting... Janeway looked down into Kes' eyes, running her fingers through her hair, smiling, getting wetter with each fart, each grunt from Seven.

"Captain, I think it may be moving..." Seven said, a mild look of surprise and renewed dedication on her face.

Janeway looked down at Kes, and whispered, "Hope you're hungry, Kes, your first brown meal is going to be a big one, a whole week's worth..."

"Yes, captain, I feel it.. here it comes... UNGH!" Sevens face contorted with the effort.

With a loud fart, the first shit from Seven's ass in over twenty years started to emerge, it slid smoothly out of her anus, which is distended almost a three whole inches into Kes' open mouth. Kes looked up at Janeway now who was still running her fingers soothingly through her hair. She was unsure what to do with the shit log now filling her mouth, making it's way to the back of her throat,

"Whoa, Seven, hold on..." Janeway cautioned.

"Unacceptable Captain, I must get this out!" Seven grunted and continued to push.

"Uh-oh, Kes, you'd better start chewing!" Janeway warned.

Seven continued relentlessly expelling a monster turd into Kes' tiny mouth. Kes chewed her first shit meal from a woman's ass. It was bitter and chunky, very thick and acrid, extremely pungent and concentrated. The taste was overwhelming, but before she had long to think about it, the masticated parts of the shit got practically shoved down her throat by more hard shitlog. She swallowed the partially chewed shit and began chewing the rest. Janeway watched as the visible lump in Kes' throat made it's way down. She touched it, amazed at the idea that she was feeling real human shit slide down her little slave's throat...

Kes flushed with pure humiliation as she gulped down her first meal from another woman's ass, her degradation now complete. Suddenly, Kes sensed a presence... someone watching them... maybe some sort of alien presence. She wanted to tell the Captain, but the mouthful of shit forcing it's way down her throat made that a little difficult. However, the thought disappeared from her mind when a loud, nauseating fart blew another large load into her mouth, squishing the shit in her mouth and filling out her cheeks. She quickly forgot about the presence she might have felt and concentrated again on chewing and swallowing the loads of shit she most definitely felt sliding down her gullet.

Seven continued to grunt and push as more and more shit filled Kes' mouth. Janeway watched in amazement as Kes bit off and chewed each and every piece she got fed, shit smearing on her lips and cheeks and on Seven's ass, but otherwise, going down her throat in large lumps. She watched with pride and awe as her toilet girl became a true, total toilet to a woman who hadn't shit in twenty years and had a week's full of shit for her that no doubt tasted worse since it's all waste from Neelix's so-called food.


Janeway began to masturbate as she watched Kes take everything Seven fed her. The shit and farts kept coming, Janeway's whole bathroom reeked of concentrated shit. The smell would be in her quarters for days. As she watched Kes chug down the shit like chocolate from a pump in some old children's fantasy film she loved as a child about a crazy chocolate factory... 

"It is coming easier, Now, Captain.. I can't seem to control it..." Seven stated.

"That's okay, let it flow, Seven," Janeway encouraged the big blonde crap factory dumping into her busy little beaver's gorged mouth.

"Very well..." Seven continued with her task with uninhibited determination.

With a loud, wet sounding extremely long shit, Kes' mouth filled to the brim with soft, slimy shit, more pungent than before. This was the newer shit, fresher and stronger, and definitely made from some sort of spicy food, slimy and strong. Kes gave up trying to swallow, the shit was coming too fast, some of it dripping down her chin, it was so soft she could just swallow it straight down. Occasionally there were some small solid chunks mixed in, but they went down easy. She let the vulgar image of herself literally drinking this quiche-like shit from this woman's ass occupy her mind as she set about her task of swallowing every last bit of crap Seven had saved up... she was not going to disappoint Janeway now who was vigorously masturbating as she watched, enjoying her front-row seat to the most perverse scene she'd ever witnessed.

"This is working, Captain, I feel the pain and fullness beginning to abate... "

But as Janeway watched, and Kes swallowed, the shit kept on coming, Kes' cheeks regularly bulging and hollowing as the shit filled her mouth and she swallowed, Janeway couldn't believe what she was watching... 

Kes couldn't believe what she was doing... she didn't know when this would stop. The shit was getting runnier now... and slowly it stopped... eased off, she took this opportunity to finish the remaining shit in her mouth. She swallowed sown some of the slimier pieces stuck in her gums, and some chewy pieces in her teeth, and began to lick Seven's anus to finish up.

Janeway was still masturbating with one hand, still holding Kes' head with the other, forcing it tight against Sevens' ass, "Yeah, lick her ass, Kes, clean it inside and out, fuck her ass with your tongue, get it up there- clean it inside and out! Tongue-fuck her ass! " Janeway was really frigging herself now, raspily breathing the commands into Kes' ear.

Kes obeyed, opening her mouth as wide as she could and sticking her long tongue deep into Seven's perfect ass. Ocampas have longer tongues than humans, left over from their evolutionary past for grooming, they had a kind of rough texture. This also meant they had considerably more taste buds. However nasty Seven's shit might have tasted to a human, Kes tasted it ten times as strongly! Her ten inch tongue delved deep into the statuesque blonde woman's asshole, cleaning out two decades worth of saved up shit. She licked it clean from the inside out, getting every last morsel, every list soft shit streak, and she swallowed it all down. Kes was amazed that she hadn't thrown up, that she'd managed to repress her gagging reflexes and accomplish this task. She attributed it to Janeway's methodical training of her to accempt any kink, any perversion, any humiliation. She realized this was the beginning of a new level for her and her Mistress, and the end of her old life and the beginning as a new one. She was now a total slave, a completely submissive slut, a real living toilet. Kes became aware of Seven's sphincter flexing about her tongue. Janeway looked up at Seven, she had a confused look on her face.

"Captain, I - " Seven was cut of by the sound of a loud, long extended gurgle from her midsection. She looked at Janeway with alarm.

Suddenly, Seven's bowels exploded with liquid shit- diarrhea shot outof her ass, over Kes' tongue and right into her wide-open mouth.

"Oh my god!" Janeway was shocked, Kes' mouth filled up quickly, and despite the tight seal on Seven's ass, some diarrhea shot out and sprayed Kes' face, Seven's ass, and Janeway's face. Janeway immediately renewed her grip on Kes' head and tightened the coupling between Kes lips and Seven's asshole.

For her part, Kes drew her tongue back into her mouth, having to repress her gagging urges once again. The first wave of diarrhea had shot right over her tongue and saturated every crevice of it with liquid shit. The experience of feeling the colon open and release a torrent of liquid shit cascading down over her entire sensitive tongue and right into her waiting gaping mouth was one that would live vividly in her mind forever. Unfortunately, pulling her tongue out only increased the flow of watery crap from Seven's rectum. In shock, Kes had not yet swallowed the first wave and her cheeks were quickly swelling. On top of this, Janeway had pushed her head back against Seven's ass and Seven was pushing back on her as well. Kes had no leverage and couldn't pull away even if she'd been insolent enough to try. Kes has closed her throat in an effort not to choke, but the force of the expulsion just rerouted the diarrhea up into her nose.

Janeway was now furiously frigging herself when she saw slimy brown rivulets of shitsauce begin to run out of Kes' nose! "Swallow, you stupid bitch, or you'll suffocate!"

Janeway's admonition brought Kes back to reality. She realized Janeway was right, if she didn't start swallowing, she wouldn't be able to breath! Kes opened her gullet but didn't even have to swallow- the fluid feces forced it's way right down her throat. The pressure in her cheeks literally shoved the diarrhea down into her already full stomach to join the rest of Seven's shit.

Janeway watched transfixed as lump after lump went down Kes' throat. She heard the audible gulps as mouthful after mouthful of Seven's brown nectar shot down into the girl's belly. Kes looked at Janeway with pleading, desperate eyes, glazed over by the ethereal fantasy of the scene. Janeway looked deeply into her eyes, on the verge of ecstasy, her fingers a blur in her sopping cunt, her eyes heavily lidded, her breaths coming short and sharp. Kes groaned and the dildo that has been in her ass popped out with a wet fart- Seven's shit had filled her guts so much she couldn't hold her own gasses! 

This put Janeway over the edge and she came in loud long groans, "OHHhhhhh FUCK!!! YESSssss! UGH! UGH! Ughhhh..., " she spasmed and convulsed, jerking her pelvis back roughly with every contraction. Kes watched her Mistress have her most powerful orgasm yet, detached from the grotesque fact that she was gulping down another woman's flowing excrement. As humiliated and repulsed she was by what Janeway had made her do these last couple years, bringing her Mistress to orgasm was always the ultimate reward, she felt proud of herself, valuable the one who had transformed her life to this depraved state. With passion, now, she actively swallowed the gushing defecation down her throat. Seven was grunting and spurt of diarrhea surged into Kes' mouth, but now she was keeping up. And after a few more mouthfuls, the stream began to subside and Kes actively sucked the foul juices out of Seven's now well-traveled rectum. Finally, there was none left and Seven lifted herself up slightly off Kes' ass and sighed in relief. Seven turned her head to look down over her shoulder at Kes. The strain of the event had actually displaced a strand of hair from Seven's usually rock-solid coif.

"Wipe," Seven commanded.

Kes shot a glance over to Janeway who was now limp against the bathroom wall, her eyes half open, glazed by the power of her orgasm, her exhausted hand was draped over tone of her dripping wet thighs as she gazed dreamily on Kes. Kes went right to work, licking the liquid shit off of Seven's buttcheeks and the crack of her ass. Once again she sank her impressive tongue deep into Seven's anal cavity and licked it spotless. When she at last withdrew her tongue from Seven's fecal temple, Janeway was now by her side again and presented the shit-eating little cunt with her diarrhea-splattered face. Kes licked it clean then she licked the excess shit and diarrhea off her own lips and cheeks, getting every last morsel. Finally, Janeway bent down and gave her a long, wet, passionate prolonged french kiss, swirling her tongue around her filthy mouth, probing her orally. Seven was now standing aside, feeling her stomach. Janeway at last broke the liplock and gazed lovingly into Kes' eyes with pride. Kes felt a deep warmness and forgot entirely how utterly disgusting and depraved what she had just done was. She was lost in the loving, approving gaze of her Mistress...

"I feel... relieved..." Seven said thoughtfully.

"You did very well, Seven" Janeway said, standing up.




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"And this is how it is always done?" Seven inquired.

"Oh, yes, this is totally normal, you should come back once a day and do it," Janeway made the suggestion that made Kes' pussy lips quiver and her stomach gurgle.

"I find it... efficient, " Seven declared, "The Borg do nor believe in waste, everything is recycled. In this way you are similar, this is acceptable."

"So you'll come back once a day, then?" Janeway offered.

"Agreed. I feel.. empty now." Seven said.

"Well, you're probably pretty hungry now, that was an incredible load!" Janeway explained.

"Very well, I will return tomorrow," Seven said and picked up her "uniform".

"Just a minute, Seven- Kes, isn't there something you want to say to Seven for the gift she gave you?" Janeway asked.

Kes looked up at Janeway and then at Seven, "Thank you... for your shit, Seven..."

"Mistress Seven, " Janeway corrected her.

"Thank you, Mistress Seven," Kes said.

"You are... welcome, " Seven replied, looking right into Kes' eyes..

"Now give her a nice thank you kiss and lick that dildo clean while I walk her out," Janeway instructed her.

Kes leaned forward and Janeway turned Seven around and bent her over and spread Seven's cheeks wide. Kes leaned forward and planted a wet puckered up kiss of gratitude on Seven's altar of shit with an audible smack.

"Very nice, let's go, Seven, " Janeway walked Seven out into the bedroom.

Kes looked on, lost in thought at what she had just done for the first time. She knew it would most certainly not be the last. She remembered Janeway's orders and picked up the dildo and sucked it clean, licking her own shit-stains off the big black monstrosity. She wondered what it might be like to lick her own shit off it next time, shit that was leftover shit, recycled a second time, and maybe a third.

"Okay, shove that thing back up your ass, it's clean, " Janeway interrupted Kes' contemplation.

Kes complied and with some difficulty managed to wedge the artificial phallus back in her asshole.

"Hey, hand me that tricorder... I want to see how much you ate!" Janeway said.

Kes herself was a little perversely curious and did as ordered. She handed the tricorder to Janeway who ran it over Kes quickly. Kes and Janeway both looked at the display screen, it read 107.

"107? How much did you weigh this morning?" Janeway asked.

"100..." Kes replied, realizing at the same time as Janeway she'd suddenly gained seven pounds... of pure shit!

"Seven pounds! My goodness!" Janeway smiled widely in amazement and put her hand on her hip, shaking her head and inspected the dirty little human toilet that stood before her, her flat little belly bloated with seven pounds of pure excrement: concentrated piss and shit!

"Well, " Janeway continued, walking to Kes and leading her by her nipple chain back to her spot on the bathroom floor, "let's see if we can make it nine or so, because I'm next."

Kes remembered that Janeway had not yet taken a shit herself. She got down on her knees and assumed the position, mouth open and waiting. She wasn't sure where Janeway expected her to fit her shit, but she'd try her best.

"All right, girlie, you should be an expert at this by now, so open up, I'm gonna pinch a loaf down that your nasty little gullet of yours!" Janeway hissed with a wicked grin and turned around and sat her quivering asshole right on Kes' gaping maw.

Kes was in heaven with the first lewd, nauseating and filthy wet fart.

*****

"Tom, Dick, and Harry, Part 2"

*****

Harry Kim grunted in pain through a mouthful of dick as Torres plunged her massive cock up his ass to the hilt again, a new record for Harry's ass, he's certain. By now she's been riding his ass for the better part of an hour, and in that time, "Tom" has cum down his throat two more times, the last time fifteen minutes ago. His overworked jaw got tired and sore a long time ago, now he's just relaxed it and let Tom face-fuck him. He didn't have the energy to resist, it had taken him all his strength to keep himself from just collapsing between the two lovers. If the real Tom really was this virile he could see why Torres and he made such a good match, they could both fuck non-stop for what seemed like hours...

"How's that ass, Honey?" Tom asked, as he fucked Harry's face.

"Oo, tight, babe, you'll have to give it a shot... next time, after it's had a chance to recover..." Torres said huskily as she rammed it home again.

"God that looks hot, she's really giving it to you, Harry!" Paris marveled as he glanced over to get a good view of his girlfriend's cock ravaging his friend's ass, "I've never seen a cock that big before, not even on a REAL Klingon! And I'd know, I was in jail, remember?"

Torres leaned forward to get a better view of Harry's face getting fucked by cock, drool running out of his mouth and down his chin, "Oh fuck, Harry, your ass was MADE for fucking! Ungh! ghay'cha'!.... It's so nice and tight! It's taking all I've got to not cum in here..." Torres grabbed him around the waist with one arm and held herself up with the other and really started driving it home, pummeling his ass with her strong, very developed Klingon leg , butt and pelvic muscles, her ridged cock becoming a brown blur plundering the small hairless ass of her boyfriend's best friend. His poor, abused asshole would look ridiculously stretched if Harry could see it. Almost unbelievable, but the half-Klingon engineer had trained it over the past couple years to accommodate an absurd amount of cock...

"Oh FUCK, I'm coming! Oh Harry, I'm gonna fill you up with my come! Fuck!" Torres grunted with animalistic desire. the bioconnectors that made the holocock feel just as real to her as it does to Harry pushed her over the edge, sensing the contractions in her pelvic muscles and using them to trigger the cum spurts out of her cock and deep into Harry's bowels. Another thing she'd been modifying and experimenting with was her come. At first, it was just a pink variation of Harry's, but she'd modified it over time. It was still pink, but she'd varied the texture, taste, and especially the amount. As she shot wad after sizable wad into his intestines, Harry remembered the first time she came in his mouth with her new cum amount. She'd outdone herself and he swore he'd drunk a quart of cum by the time she'd finished cumming. He remembered being disgusted with himself when he went to have dinner that night and realized he wasn't hungry since he'd already consumed almost a gallon of her thick, viscous cum that day... Now all he could think about was how long he'd be shitting Klingon cum diarrhea (another Torres engineering feat, he was sure)... but his thoughts were cut short when he realized Tom was really fucking his face hard now, and would be ready to cum again...

"Oh fuck! Yeah! Ungh!" With one last deep thrust, Torres pumped the last of her replicated jizz into the young ensign's asshole, "Mmm, that should keep you filled up for a while, my little cum repository!" she said as she slapped him on the ass.

"Oh God! This is it! I'm cumming!" Tom yelled as he actually pulled away, and out of Kim's mouth.

Torres quickly leaned back and pulled Harry with her so that they were both on their knees, Tom came forward, holding his cock tightly, "Open up!"

Torres grabbed Harry's jaw and he opened wide, sticking out his tongue, waiting for the cumshot. He wouldn't avoid tasting it this time, Tom was aiming it right on his tongue!

Tom held his cock tight, right over Harry's extended tongue and open mouth. Harry looked up at him and just as he looked back at Tom's cock, Tom groaned loudly and let the first string of hot cum fly- it shot right into Kim's mouth, to the back of his throat, and in a string along his tongue. Tom held his cock firmly in place and let the next load fly, this time, entirely on Kim's tongue.

"Oh yeah, fill his mouth, Tommy! Give him all of it!" Torres rasped, watching enraptured.

Tom shot load after load right onto Harry's tongue, making sure he tasted it this time. By the time he finished and the last few drops were slowly dripping from his cock, Kim's tongue was totally covered in white cum. Torres sucked the extra come off Harry's chin and stood up, bent over and slowly drooled the excess come into his mouth, staring into Harry's defeated eyes as she did so.

"Wait" she ordered, and got her holocamera, "I need a close-up of this!" She pointed it right at Harry's face and said, "OK, down the hatch, cocksucker!"

And with that order, Harry finally brought this most recent holoprogram in humiliation to an end by swallowing the mouthful of cum with his mouth still open so the camera could watch it go down, as he'd been taught so many time before.

"And... cut!" Torres turned off the holocamera. "Excellent performance, Harry! You're a natural! You're a star, baby! A natural born whore!"

"Wow, that was great, B'Elanna! When you told me about this, I didn't really believe you, but this was.. wow! I'll definitely have to try this program again, you really did a bang-up job on him!" Tom said as he got dressed, "Shit, I've got to get down to Yamina, I'll be late if I don't get going, thanks again!" And with that, he kissed Torres and said: "Exit."

Harry watched in pure horror as Lt. Tom Paris stepped through the exit and OUT OF THE HOLODECK!

"Wha-what- how?!" Harry began to stammer...

"Oh, yes, Harry, he's quite real! And he thinks YOU'RE the holoprogram! Sure, I could have probably convinced him to join us for real, but this seemed easier, it's fantasy... to him anyway, I figure it makes him more free, less guilt, and more likely to do whatever the fuck he wants, you know rape you like a real true bitch... after all, you're just a holoprogram! Well, better get dressed, I wouldn't want to be you when Seven finds you- you're an hour late for your shift! Very 'inefficient'!" And with that, she deactivated the holoprogram, her precious holomonstrosity of a dick disappeared and she left Harry sitting there in a pool of pink Klingon cum leaking out of his used and distended asshole, alone with only the hologrid and very very much confused.

END ACT 1

*****

ACT 2

"Captain, I'm detecting a Hirogen ship warping in at maximum speed," reported Tuvok.

Janeway spun to look at the viewscreen and at the approaching Hirogen ship. She stood up for a more dramatic camera angle, "Mr. Paris! Get us out of here- maximum warp!"

"Aye, captain, maximum warp!" Paris punched in the command.

The Voyager warped instantly away from the scene, the Hirogen pursuing closely.

"Urk!" Paris grabbed his throat and fell to the floor.

"Tom, what's the matter?" Janeway asked.

"I'm... turning into a catfish again!" Tom said and sank to the floor.

Janeway tapped her commbadge, "Medical emergency on the bridge!"

"Doctor here, " replied the Holodoctor, "I'll be right there!"

"Doctor, bring a fresh water fishbowl, too," Janeway added with a straight face.

"Excuse me?!"

"Just do it!" Janeway responded and cut the communication. She turned to Chakotay, "Chakotay, we cant afford to slow down. If I turn into a catfish again, you are to keep me in a fishbowl in my ready room and feed me chips and crackers."

"Crackers?" Chakotay was a little confused.

"Crushed, of course!" Janeway clarified.

"Er, don't worry Captain, if something were to happen to you, I'd do my best to get the ship home," Chakotay assured her, wondering about the mental stability of his captain.

"No, no, I will still be giving orders," Janeway continued, "I will use Morse code to communicate with you utilizing the pattern of my feces."

"Uh... " Chakotay didn't know how to respond. The Doctor walked onto the bridge and saw Paris.

"Oh, no, not again!" The Doctor sighed and put Tom the catfish in the fish tank.

"Chakotay, I'll be in my quarters," Janeway said on her way out, "I'm going to draw a bath and sit in the tub so that when I turn into a catfish I'll be able to breathe," she completed as she left.

Torres walked up to Chakotay, "Chakotay, this is ridiculous, she cant expect us to follow those orders!"

Chakotay spun and barked at Torres, "She's the Captain of this ship and she can command this ship from a fishbowl on top of her desk using fecal Morse code to communicate if she wants to!" Chakotay realized what he was saying and lowered his voice and looked down, massaging his temples, "I'm sorry... we've all been feeling the stress."

"Commander," Tuvok interrupted, "The Hirogen ship has pulled away."

Everyone looked at Tuvok, surprised.

"Just like that?" Chakotay asked.

"Yes." replied Tuvok.

"Oh." Chakotay said, "Someone should go tell the Captain."

"I'll do it," said the Doctor, holding Paris in a fishbowl, "I'm going that way anyway. It'll take me about a day to turn Paris back into his cheery simian self!" 

"A day!?!" Torres ran up to accompany him to sickbay and keep an eye on her devolved boyfriend.

As the Doctor and Torres strode out, Chakotay sat down and almost laughed when he conjured the image of Janeway sitting naked, soaking in her tub, waiting to turn into a catfish again. Only, the image was as arousing as it was funny. He was looking forward to going on this diplomatic mission on Yasmina, it would give them some time alone... together.

*****

Chakotay and Marlin stood at the transporter pad waiting for Janeway to arrive. He was in full dress uniform for their meeting with the Yasmina, a civilization of people who might be able to assist them in this sector, perhaps even help them get home. Chakotay was amazed by how many times they ran into people like this. Seemed like almost once a week. They had already transported up a large supply of jalepenos (or the local equivalent) for Neelix's "Mexicano Night". Chakotay was happy he would be down planetside and would have to miss the latest culinary experiment of the annoying little Talaxian. He looked over at Lt. Farrely, the transporter operator. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed Seska. Chakotay and she would occasionally risk a quick fuck behind the transporter console while they were waiting for the rest of the landing party to show up. But now Seska was dead, Chakotay wondered when he'd find a piece of ass fine enough to replace her. The Captain was a hot-blooded woman, but so far they hadn't been able to develop much of a relationship yet.

"Ah, Commander, ready for action?" Janeway interrupted his thoughts as she came striding in in full dress uniform.

"Yes, Captain, we-" Chakotay stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Kes. She was wearing a clingy white thin dress that looked like no more than a slip. It barely covered her ass and her breasts were exposed. On her nipples were two gold nipple clamps joined by a thin gold chain that functioned as a leash for Janeway to lead Kes around by. The overall effect was... distracting, to say the least. Chakotay looked at Marlin who just shrugged and smirked back at him.

"Uh... Captain, I don't mean to second guess your judgment, but don't you think bringing her down on a diplomatic mission might not be a good idea?" Chakotay warned.

"Nonsense, Chakotay, she'll be useful in reading the negotiator's true intents," Janeway offered casually.

Chakotay looked at Kes. She was flushed a deep red and had her head bowed all the way down in either shame or humiliation or by obedience, Chakotay couldn't tell. Perhaps all three. He'd heard rumors about Janeway and Kes, but he'd never seen such a public display of humiliation from them until now. He wondered if Neelix had found out yet. With that news investigative show he'd started, he was amazing that no-one had told Neelix or he hadn't just stumbled upon it by sheer dumb luck. Chakotay remembered how Janeway had orchestrated the apparent "death" of Kes shortly after Seven arrived on board. Neelix had become obsessive of Kes after she'd dumped him and the only way to get him off her back was to put on a good show and make it seem like she was dead. Chakotay had thought then that it was Janeway's master plan, but seeing now Kes' obedient demeanor, he wasn't so sure it wasn't her idea to begin with...

"Don't worry," Janeway sighed, "I'll remove the clamps and cover her up when we're not in private for the sake of the negotiations.

Chakotay sighed in relief as they stepped up onto the platform.

"Energize," ordered Janeway.

Nothing happened.

"Lt. Farrely!" barked Chakotay, "The captain gave you an order!"

Lt. Farrely snapped out of his daze and stopped fantasizing about Janeway and Kes long enough to activate the transporter and beam the trio down to the coordinated transmitted by the Office of the Prime Minister of Yasmina. As soon as they had dematerialized, he raced off to the bathroom to masturbate feverishly.

*****

"The Land of Milk and Honey"

*****

Seven of Nine worked at one of the newly installed consoles in the center of the new Astrometrics Lab. Ensign Kim, in typically human fashion, was off taking care of some "personal" business. The only other person working in the lab was crewman Karen Wilson. Seven stopped working and regarded crewman Wilson. Seven found the dirty blonde woman efficient, especially for an ex-Maquis. She had heard others speak of crewman Wilson as a "cold fish". Seven didn't quite get the metaphor, but she did feel the woman had a disdain for most people, especially Seven. It didn't matter, of course, whether crewman Wilson "liked" Seven or not was irrelevant as long as she did her job capably, which she did.

Crewman Wilson felt Seven's stare on her and looked back at her. Seven was standing oddly, shifting her weight back and forth from foot to foot. Karen didn't care for Seven, the ex-Borg just wormed her way into Janeway's favor and thought she was hot shit. And she strutted around in her skin-tight catsuit, showing off her body, giving every guy who passed a cheap thrill. Granted, she had an incredible body, but she should show a little more modesty.

"Is something wrong?" Karen asked, noticing Seven was still shifting her weight and looked distracted.

"I... am fine," Seven realized she'd been staring and also realized she'd been shifting her weight in an unconscious effort to relieve pressure from her full bladder. Kes was down on the planet with the Captain and was not available for Seven's use. Of course, the Captain did say that that was the normal way of handling such needs, so...

"3 of 11," Seven spoke in her cold, authoritative tone.

Crewman Wilson realized Seven was addressing her with her Borg-style designation and turned around... and saw Seven strutting directly toward her, unzipping her catsuit as she did so, her bountiful breasts were already freed from confinement, literally springing forth from the silver skin-tight outfit.

"What-" Karen tried to speak, but couldn't think of anything to say. Seven was completely naked now and 2 steps away from her.

"Your services are required, " Seven stated.

"Wait-" Karen started, but Seven grabbed her by her short bob haircut and pulled back until Karen fell to her knees. By the time she thought to struggle, Seven had already straddled her face, her large pussy lips covering her mouth, her blonde curly pubic hair tickling the inside of Karen's nostrils. Seven's Borg-enhanced muscles held her head in place and her thighs squeezed on Karen's jaw forcing her mouth open. Karen was in shock, her struggles half-hearted because she still hadn't realized exactly what was going on. Did Seven expect her to give her oral sex? Did Borg drones have sex?

Suddenly a hot, acrid liquid shot into Karen's open mouth, snapping her instantly out of her daze. Seven was pissing in her mouth! She's using me as a human toilet! Karen thought to herself in sudden realization. Enraged, she started struggling with all her might, coughing up the urine, trying not to swallow it. Tasting it was not an option, it had already poured over her tongue and saturated her taste buds. With all her might, she tried to struggle free of Seven. She glared up at the built blonde Borg woman, her eyes filled with rage, her screams of protest muffled by Seven's labia and drowned in her strong dark yellow piss, now spilling out over her chin and staining her uniform.




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"Hold still, " Seven admonished her, "you are not doing this correctly..." Seven, with minimal visible effort, set her stance to effectively resist Karen's struggling.

Karen realized she couldn't stop Seven and resigned herself to cooperating. If she tried to fight back, she'd just end up getting hurt. She looked up into Seven's eyes and tried to resist with her glare if not with the rest of her body; she'd report this to the Captain as sh\oon as she got free. But as she sat there, drinking down this incredible woman's golden urine, she realized it was Seven whose glare was burning into her. Her deep blue doe eyes bore down on Karen, dominating her. Despite herself, Karen found herself swallowing willingly, her hands drifted down to her crotch, which was radiating heat. Karen looked deep into Seven's eyes as her tongue played in the stream of the bigger woman's piss. The taste of Seven's liquid waste burned itself into her memory forever as the golden nectar cascaded over her slithering tongue.

Seven continued to piss and noticed Karen had ceased struggling. Resistance was, of course, futile. Suddenly, when Karen's tongue flickered across Seven's clit, Seven shuddered, her eyelids flickered and her lips parted, letting slip the slightest of sighs.

Karen picked up on Seven's reaction and started purposely flicking her piss-drenched tongue across Seven's rapidly engorging clitoris. Seven began to moan, gyrating her hips subtly, all the while still releasing a torrent of liquid gold down Karen's throat. Karen couldn't resist anymore and slipped her right hand into her pants and started feverishly fingering her own sopping wet cunt. With her other hand, she grabbed Seven's ass cheek and held on for dear life as Seven gyrated on her face, delighting in Karen's impromptu cunnilingus. Seven was not visibly breathing heavier, her eyes still locked on Karen's. Karen's cries of protest had now turned to moans of pleasure and perversion. Seven dropped her other hand and grabbed Karen's head, and started riding her tongue. As her piss stream continued unabated, her gyrations became more forceful, her breathing more rapid and shallow... her gasps turned to mewling moans and groans, her brow furrowed. Karen, for her part, tried to keep up with the complex task of frigging her own clit, tonguing Seven, and swallowing her nasty urine.

Suddenly, Seven threw her head back and tightened every muscle in her body. Karen stuck her tongue in Seven's cunt and extended it as far as she could, opening her mouth all the way, ready to let Seven's mix of cum and piss fill her mouth. Seven jerked repeatedly, releasing an almost painful sounding grunt each time she squirted her orgasm juice and the last of the contents of her bladder over the other woman's tongue and into her waiting, eager mouth. Karen, herself, let the cum and piss store up, savored the taste, and as she swallowed in large gulps, came hard herself, both her hands now flying over her clit and in her cunt. Her orgasmic spasms shaking excess piss off of her over Seven's legs and the floor, her grunts of pleasure vibrating Seven's cunt lips.

Finally, Seven looked back down and opened her eyes. She looked right into Karen's eyes, half-open and filled with lust and post-orgasmic glaze. Sweat coated Karen's brow and matted down the hair around her forehead. Seven released her hold on Karen's head and relaxed. Karen's tongue played over Seven's puffy pussy lips as her mouth slowly pulled off of the taller woman's mound. A film of sweat, cunt juice, saliva and urine coated Karen's mouth and Seven's pubis. The two body parts parted with a wet slick slimy sound, the mixture of bodily fluids having formed a seal between the two women. Karen's jaw was sore, her mouth having formed itself to fit Seven's mound. Her mouth hung open and saliva or sweat or piss or pussy juice spilled out, over her chin and onto her breasts, bare now. Karen didn't remember exactly when she'd unzipped her uniform top, but it didn't matter much to her right then. She just leaned back against the wall and slumped, exhausted, covered in bodily fluids from both of the spent women.

"That was satisfactory, " Seven said, already zipping her catsuit back up. She looked over at 3 of 11, her hair a complete mess, her lipstick smeared, her mouth hanging open, drooling, her eyes half-open and glazed, one hand still down her pants which were down around her hips, her pear-sized breasts exposed, nipples erect . A slight smile of contentment was visible on the woman's face, and Seven realized it was the first time she'd seen crewman Wilson without a frown.

"I will expect your tasks to be complete by the end of your duty shift, 3 of 11... " as Seven turned and walked out, Karen barely noticed, still lost in her post-orgasmic haze. As she sat there in a puddle of her own juices, the events playing over again in her mind, her hand, almost with a mind of its own, started stroking her engorged pussy again.

"Karen...? came a voice from somewhere beyond Karen's eyelids. She opened her eyes wider and tried to focus on Harry Kim's face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, with genuine concern. He looked more closely at the disheveled woman, Karen "cold fish" Wilson as Paris called her... she reeked of pis and sex and had curly blonde pubic hairs stuck to her cheeks and chin, and one was hanging out of her mouth, "Karen?"

Karen, in response, simply smiled and flexed her hands down between her thighs and moaned softly, closing her eyes and drifting off back to the land of cunt-cream milk and bitter-piss honey between Seven of Nine's legs...

END ACT 2

*****

"Dinnertime"

*****

ACT 3

Chakotay and Marlin walked toward the entrance to the main hall of the Yasminan Palatial Estates, taking in the beauty and grandeur of the arches and columns. Chakotay always found it amazing how civilizations on complete opposite sides of the Galaxy could, by sheer chance, come up with the same exact architectural styles... and technology... and doors... and pets... and arms, legs, and, well, just about everything except facial features... Chakotay stopped when he realized Janeway and Kes had fallen behind. Janeway had stopped and was grasping Kes' leash with one hand and Kes' head by her hair with the other hand.

"You stupid bitch!" Janeway was admonishing the scantily clad girl, "Didn't I give you explicit dressing instructions?"

"Yes, Mistress... I-" Kes began apologetically.

"Really?" Janeway dropped the hand holding the leash between Kes' legs and started massaging her crotch, already moist with excitement from being publicly humiliated like this, "Then why are you wearing panties?"

"Unhhh..." Kes moaned in response.

"You little slut... you're sopping wet!" Janeway rasped in Kes' ear, lips almost touching her alien earlobe.

Chakotay looked around nervously, hoping the Yasmina respresentatives wouldn't pick just this moment to arrive. Marlin, for her part, was simply grinning sadistically.

"Take them off. Now." Janeway ordered.

Kes obeyed and began to remove them.

"No, wait," Janeway stopped her.

Kes breathed a sigh of relief, realizing Janeway was just testing her.

"Piss them first," Janeway matter-of-factly instructed her.

"Wha... wha-" Kes stammered, not believing her exotic, alien ears.

Janeway sighed in exasperation, "I said: PISS in them!"

"But... in front-" Kes began and was cut off by a slap to the face. It wasn't meant to injure her, it stung just enough to remind her of her place. 

Chakotay and Marlin exchanged glances, wondering if they should step in. Of course, neither of them had the balls to contradict the Captain.

Janeway didn't have to say another word. She just glared at Kes. The young Ocampan surrendered to her fate, bowed her head, and, after a brief pause, began to piss all in her skimpy white silk panties, the acrid, dark-yellow piss staining them and running all down her legs.

Kes' lower lip quivered and she began to weep softly at the humiliation of releasing the contents of her bladder all over herself in front of her fellow crewmates. But she could not deny the rush of blood to her shaven cunt. As much as she was ashamed by it, severe humiliation and the hands of her Captain excited her like nothing else.

Janeway smiled proudly and patted Kes on the head as the torrent of piss trickled to a stop. Marlin calmly side-stepped the pool of urine growing at the humiliated girl's feet.

"Good girl," Janeway assured her, "that wasn't too bad, now, was it?"

Kes looked up at her with tear-filled eyes and meekly shook her head "no".

"Good," Janeway stood back, "now take those fucking panties off, you fucking little CUNT!!!"

Everyone jumped at the sudden anger in Janeway's voice and Kes hurriedly removed the piss-soaked panties, saturated with her own juices.

"Those panties better not be the *only* thing holding your dildo in. Remember what happens if it falls out," Janeway warned, "Hmm... now where can we put these panties? Oh yes, in your mouth, of course. Come on."

Kes hesitated for a second and Janeway slapped her on the ass roughly. Kes put the dripping panties in her mouth fully and flushed beet red.

"Good, " Janeway said approvingly and kissed Kes full on the lips, pressing firmly to make Kes squish the soaked panties in her mouth like a sponge, forcing her to drink some of her own piss. Janeway turned back to Chakotay and said, "alright, then, we're all set."

"Uh... Captain?" Chakotay said as he pointed at Kes.

Janeway looked confused and looked at Kes, "Oh yes," Janeway said as she removed the nipple clamps from Kes' red nipples, pulled her dress back over the blushing Ocampa's small breasts, and put the leash on her belt, "there. Now we're set." Janeway led the way into the main receiving chamber, Kes was right behind her, head bowed low.

Chakotay sighed and turned with Marlin to follow them, wondering to himself how Kes was supposed to tell them what the negotiators were thinking when her mouth was stuffed with soaking wet silk panties.

"Ah, greetings, Captain Janeway, I am Prime Minister Jasmine," said a tall, statuesque red haired woman in long-flowing robes as she walked up to the away team.

"I am Captain Katherine Janeway," Janeway said with a professional manner as if the hand she the Prime Minister was shaking hadn't been between Kes' thighs just thirty seconds before, "and this is Commander Chakotay, my first officer, Lt. Marlin Orlando, a xenosociology specialist, and my bitch, Kes."

If Jasmine understood the meaning of Janeway's introduction of Kes, either it didn't show or she had no problem with the concept, "Excellent, " she said, "you've arrived just in time for our evening feast, I would be honored if you would join me at my table."

"Of course, " Janeway replied, "it would be our honor..."

Prime Minister Jasmine smiled and turned back towards the receiving chamber and towards the large dining hall. Janeway and the away team followed close behind, Kes, who was having a little difficulty walking straight struggled to keep up.

*****

"Mexicano Night"

*****

Neelix picked up the plate of soft tacos and brought it over to Seven's table.

"I must say, Seven, you really seem to have taken to this whole 'eating' thing rather well!" he said as he placed her fourth serving of Mexicano Surprise on her table.

"Yes," Seven said through a mouthful of beef, cheese, onion, peppers and corn, "I had a rather relieving experience this morning and I find I am quite hungry now."

"Well, excellent," Neelix beamed with pride, happy to see he was such a great tutor AND cook, "If only Mr. Vulcan would share your appreciation of fine cuisine!"

Tuvok looked up from the spectacle of Seven chugging down her 5th soft taco. He had no idea where she was storing it all, especially considering the fact that she already "assimilated" 4 "Borg Burritos". Surely she couldn't hide her bulging stomach with such a tight uniform.

"Mr. Neelix," Tuvok spoke flatly, "I am not quite as confident as others seem to be in the safety of your culinary products. Most especially so In light of the incident last month when half the crew had... 'the runs'."

"Oh, no," Neelix retorted, "I am still convinced that was an alien virus that attacked the ship! That never would have happened if you let me be a security officer-"

"I am certain-" Tuvok attempted to interject.

"I'm like a Regalian Nightstalker," Neelix continued unfettered, "I keep my eyes peeled for that sort of thing- I have a sense for danger, you know! And I'm a people person! Perhaps if you had tighter security-"

"MISTER Neelix-" Tuvok began to raise his voice, but caught himself, "I... hardly believe..." Tuvok took a deep breath, "I will attempt to enact tighter measures. I assure you, I will not be caught unawares by this... 'virus' again..." With that, Tuvok got up and with a notably tense gait, strode out of the Dining hall.

"I think he needs some fiber," Neelix said.

"Fiber?" Seven mumbled through a mouth-full of taco.

"Oh, yes, it's a kind of laxative, I guess, well, it more of bulks and softens stools-" Neelix began.

"Is this 'fiber' an edible substance?" Seven inquired.

"Oh, yes, but-"

"You will bring me some 'fiber'," Seven said, "a large quantity."

"Well, you don't actually... er... it's not..." Neelix fumbled to explain, "Well, I was going to bring you some of my chili next..."

"Yes, bring them both, I am still unsatisfied, " Seven said after finishing the last soft taco, then drained the last drop of her drink, "and I will require more of this... 'prune juice'..."

"O... kay, then, I'll be right back!" Neelix chirped as he walked away and whispered to himself, "I'm glad I made extra!"

*****

"Table Manners"

*****

Later that night, on Yasmina, the Captain and crew were enjoying their dinner with Prime Minister Jasmine and her staff.

They were enjoying their meals, exotic yet delicious delicacies from all over the Delta Quadrant. Yasmina was considered to have the third-best cuisine in all of the Delta Quadrant, if not the entire Galaxy. Everyone relished in the once-in-a-lifetime feast.

Everyone except Kes, that is, whose mouth was still stuffed with her own panties. She had drunk the last of her piss from them over an hour ago, but she couldn't eat without taking them out in front of everyone. Her plate of Larusha Terlik on Huma Bread sauteed in Broxian Nectar sat, tantilizing yet untouched, in front of her.

"Kes?" Jasmine asked the Ocampan, "do you not like your meal?" She seemed genuinely concerned, and possibly a little offended, "I could have the chefs prepare something more to your liking...?"

Kes couldn't respond, she could only look down and blush deeply.

Jasmine found this quite rude and turned to Janeway, "well, is the girl MUTE?"

Janeway replied, "No, of course not, Madame Minister," she turned to Kes, "Kes, answer the woman..."

Kes looked at her, surprised. She managed to mumble something through the panties in her mouth, something along the lines of "Mrmphlgm..."

Janeway made a motion as if that explained everything and continued eating. 

Jasmine shook her head in confusion, "What-" she began.

Janeway poured on the charm, "I'm sorry, Madame Minister, the fact of the matter is that Kes'... physiology is quite unique and she has a very... selective diet," at this, Janeway flashed a devilish grin, "I'll... feed her later tonight, myself."

Kes' blush got even deeper as her pussy quivered at the implication, she was instantly wet and worried about leaving a puddle of her juices on the chair.

Jasmine nodded cautiously, not sure what to make of the situation, but let it drop.

Just then, a waitress came out with their drinks. As she got around to pouring Kes' drink, Janeway stopped her by putting her hand over Kes' glass.

"Madame?" the waitress inquired.

Janeway reached into her bag and pulled out a large carafe full of yellow liquid. Kes, of course, recognized it instantly, even before the aroma hit her sensitive Ocampan nose. She had wondered why Janeway hadn't made her drink her piss this afternoon. She was saving it for a special occasion.

Jasmine saw the carafe and, after a brief puzzled look, seemed to realize what was going on, "ah, yes, the special diet, of course."

Janeway filled Kes' glass to the brim and stared at her. Kes looked around and saw that everyone, including the waitress was watching her, for some reason. Knowing what was expected of her, she lifted the heavy glass of her Captain's piss to her lips and began to drink it. It filtered through her panties, soaking them all over again, and poured down her throat. It was a familiar taste, at least. Everyone continued to watch as she finished the large glass and set it down, wiping her piss-wet lips with the fine, hand-crafted lace white napkin in her lap.

Jasmine was impressed, "yes, well she seems to enjoy THAT very much! What is it?"

Janeway ad-libbed, "ah, well, it's from my home planet, Earth... it's called 'lemonade'."

"'Lemonade'," Jasmine repeated, "Intriguing... I wonder, Captain if I may... I consider myself quite a conniseur of exotic delicacies from all over the Galaxy, yet I've never heard of this 'lemonade'... might I sample some, if Kes does not mind?"

Janeway grinned broadly, "But of course! Kes, you don't mind, do you?"

Kes, wide-eyed, stared at Janeway... surely she wasn't going to let the head of a planetary government drink her piss! Slowly, she realized that, yes, that's exactly what she was going to do. She distractedly shook her head that no, she didn't mind.

"Excellent!" Jasmine held up her glass to Janeway, who poured a good mouthful into it.

Chakotay shot Janeway an incredulous glare as Jasmine lifted the glass in the air, so that the light shone through it. She swirled it around, judging it's color. She lowered it to her nose and inhaled it's scent. A confused look came over her face. Kes and Chakotay thought, for sure, that the jig was up. This was going to be a diplomatic distaster that would be one for the record books.

But Jasmine continued evaluating the glass of Janeway's urine. She held it to her lips, then, in one quick motion, tilted her head back and dumped the entire amount into her mouth as if she were doing a shot. She leveled her head and slowly swished the piss from one side of her mouth to the other, tasting it fully. Her head cocked in contemplation. She swished it around faster, then stopped. Finally, she swallowed it all in one large gulp.

All eyes were on her as she sat there, considering what she had just drunk.

"Delicious!" she exclaimed, "I've never quite tasted anything like it!"

Chakotay was in shock, but Janeway and Marlin just smiled. Kes couldn't believe the alien Prime Minister actually LIKED it... perhaps her taste buds were different than... well, most people's!

"I'm glad you liked it, Madade Minister," Janeway diplomatically replied.

"Indeed! And call me Jasmine," she replied, "you, Captain, have given me quite a gift! It has been too long since I've tasted something new! Let us have a toast!"

Jasmine held her glass out to Janeway again and Janeway, this time, filled it to the brim. She held out the carafe to Marlin, who politely held out her glass and accepted a filling of Janeway's piss. Janeway offered it to Chakotay, who passed and picked up his glass of water, instead. Janeway turned to Kes and filled her glass back to the brim without asking, emptying the carafe at last.

Janeway picks up her own glass of Rhulien Wine and Jasmine makes a toast.

"To new experiences!" She declares.

"Here, here!" Janeway nods as they clink glasses. Janeways watches in delight as Jasmine, Marlin and Kes all chugs down her nasty piss.

As Kes is drinking her glassful of piss, she feels something wet and rough between her legs! She jerks in surprise and almost spills her drink. She looks down and sees it's Jasmine's pet chingador, an exotic alien creature about the size of a Earth dog. Chingadors have long snouts, a rounded horn on their head, six legs and two sets of sex organs (the females always give birth to twins - one from each vagina).




Voyager Uncensored Ch. 03



Jasmine had introduced them to her chingador earlier in the evening. His name was "Pinganto". Kes didn't like the way he was looking at her. When the others were appreciating the fine art and sculpture the Prime Minister had on display, Kes was busy keeping Pinganto from sniffing her crotch.

Now Pinganto was under the table, stickin his wet nose right in her crotch! She looked around and nobody else seemed to notice. Rather than make a big scene, she tried to surreptitiously shoo the chingador away with her foot under the table. Unfortunately, that just caused her to spread her legs wider giving Pinganto an opening to shove his head up fully into her crotch until his nose was right against her sopping wet, hairless cunt. Worse yet, his horn was rubbing against her clit as his rough tongue licked her labia.

Kes looked around, nervously trying not to show that she was getting cunnilingus from the Prime Minister's pet. Everyone seemed oblivious. She had no choice but to let Pinganto do as he wanted and hopefully he'd leave her alone.

Janeway chatted with Chakotay as she watched Jasmine and Marlin get involved in a conversation. She was pretty sure the two were hitting it off quite well, obviously flirting. She heard Kes make a soft moan and looked over at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked flushed and almost in pain. She put a hand on her shoulder and Kes' eyes snapped open and she looked over at Janeway.

Kes tried to cover, she picked up her glass of Janeway's piss again and continued drinking it, trying not to squirm too much. Swallowing it down, she smiled and moaned, "MMMmmmm...."

Janeway smiled and turned back to her conversation with Chakotay. Kes immediately bucked and felt an orgasm building uncontrollably in her loins. Despite her shame and disgust at being licked at by this alien animal, her filthy little cunt didn't discriminate. She grabbed the tablecloth and held on as she shuddered in ecstasy, her female cum squirting from her pussy to be lapped up by Jasmine's pet.

Moments later, she came back to her senses and looked around, groggily. It took a few seconds for her vision to clear as the blood drained from her head. 

Janeway was still talking to Chakotay and Jasmine and Marlin were sitting very close. She saw Jasmine take Marlin's hand and guide it under the table to her lap! A look of surprise flashed across Marlin's face, followed by a look that couldn't be mistaken for anything but raw animal lust. Kes had a feeling it was going to be an eventful night.

*****

"Anger Management"

*****

Tuvok worked at his console on the bridge, quietly and efficiently monitoring every ship security system and reviewing the sensor information for any possible threats. All seemed within safety protocol standard.

Unfortunately, his security net did not detect the approach of Neelix.

"Hello, Mr. Vulcan!" Neelix said as he strode out of the turbolift and over to Tuvok.

Tuvok clenched his jaw tightly and looked straight ahead for a second before turning to Neelix, "Yes, Mr. Neelix, what is it now?"

"Well, I decided that since you were so busy that you didn't get to have any Mexicano tonight, I programmed it into your food replicator in your room!" Neelix announced cheerily.

"You... and what of my other food programs?" Tuvok asked, not sure if he wanted the answer.

"Oh, I deleted them, no room in the... memory?" Neelix searched for the right technical word, "Or whatever it's called. Anyway, when Mexicano week is over, you can get the old food programs back from the standard database!"

Tuvok's teeth gritted almost audibly as he replied, "Those recipes were not IN the standard database, I had to manually enter them myself and gradually tweak them over the course of the last 4 years..."

"Oh..." Neelix's brow furrowed and his "fur" (or whatever that was on his head) bristled, "Well, I'm sure I can recreate them for you, and give them my own special flare- after all, you must be tired of eating that bland old Vulcan food for 4 years!"

Tuvok completely lost it. Vulcans had a history of being the coolest, calmest, most collected race of humanoids in the galaxy, excluding pon farr. But Vulcans had never encountered a Neelix before. They would have to create a new primal rage ceremony for the handling of Neelixes. Tuvok's hand shot out like lightning and gripped Neelix' throat with supertalaxian strength and lifted him effortlessly off the ground, "I... DO... NOT... THINK... SO.... MR... NEELIX!!!" Tuvok growled as he crushed the annoying Talaxian's spinal column between his powerful fingers. He let Neelix go and he dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Or jalapenos, whatever those were.

Suddenly, the exit to the holodeck opened and Tasha walked in.

"Sorry to barge in Tuvok, but- oh, what happened here?" Tasha asked, seeing Neelix on the floor, his head at an unnaturally odd angle to the rest of his body.

"A... simulation..." Tuvok tried to explain, regaining his composure.

"Simulation?" Tasha asked, a grin forming on his face.

"Yes, a program I developed over a year ago... " Tuvok explained in his normal, logical tones, "A prepared tactician can use the holodeck to enact any situation and be prepared for any contingency."

"So... don't tell me, " Tasha played along, "Neelix was... possessed by an evil aliens force and had taken over the ship and you had to shatter his spine to drive the evil out?"

"That is a distinct possibility, " Tuvok replied with a perfectly straight face and without missing a beat, "I presume, Lt., that you came here for a reason?"

"Oh!" Tasha remembered, "Yes, Torres has punched out ensign Carrey."

"Again?" Tuvok asked.

"Again, " Tasha continued, "I think she's frustrated."

"Frustrated?"

"You know... with Tom still being a... a catfish... and Seven has Kim busy in Astrometric and won't let him even take a break."

"I see," Tuvok nodded, "How is ensign Carrey?"

"Out cold, " Tasha replied, "he's in the sickbay, the Doctor says he'll be fine after some minor reconstructive surgery.

Tuvok nodded slightly and walked up to the computer panel, "Computer, locate Lieutenant B'Ellana Torres."

The computer chirped and a millisecond later replied, "Lt. Torres is in holodeck 3."

"That's just next door, should we just-" Tasha began.

"No, in her enraged state she could be quite dangerous," he cautioned her.

"I'll call for backup," Tasha said as she was about to hit her commbadge.

"That will not be necessary," Tuvok told her, "Send Mr. Neelix. He has been wanting to be a security guard. I think this will be an appropriate time to take him up on his offer."

"But, Tuvok, won't she... I mean... cream him?" Tasha asked, not believing Tuvok would be so... irritated with Neelix that he'd send him to a certain pummeling.

"Of course not, Lt, " Tuvok explained, "in her aroused condition, it is best to send someone who is... 'a people person'. She is familiar with him and he should be able to calm her down and get her to come along quietly. All personnel have their unique talents and are strategically best suited for specific special conditions."

"Of course, you're right, " Tasha nodded her head in understanding, "I'll go get him."

Tasha left the holodeck. Tuvok looked down at the corpse of Neelix and almost smiled. Almost.

*****

"All Tied Up and Nowhere to Go"

*****

Late that evening, back on Yasmina, Janeway was putting the finishing touches on Kes' bondage straps. She had Kes on her knees on the floor, leaned all the way forward at the waist so that her face was resting on the floor sideways. Her arms were strapped to her sides, pointing straight back. Her ankles were cuffed together. The resulting position was one of unmistakable submission. Her ass stuck straight up in the air, her back inclined up at a 45 degree angle. She was completely naked.

"There we go," Janeway stood up and appraised her work, "all tied up and nowhere to go!" Janeway chuckled.

Kes looked up at her Captain and Mistress. She was wearing a flowing, red dress that was very thin material and, under the right light, fairly translucent. She could see the outline of her body, her round ass... her pelvis and bush... Kes started to get wet all over again.

Just then, the door signal chimed. Janeway walked over and hit the open button. Chakotay stepped in adjusting his tie with more than a little frustration.

"How is it that, all the way on the other side of the Galaxy, they've invented the same cursed tradition of tying a damned knot around your-" he stopped short as he saw Kes' dildo-stuffed asshole staring up at him, "um... hello, Kes."

"Hi... Commander," Kes meekly replied.

"Here, let me help you with that," Janeway offered, "I'm pretty good with knots."

"So I see," Chakotay acknowledged.

As Janeway did Chakotay's tie, she spoke to Kes, "alright, bitch, Chakotay and I are going to hit the downtown strip and do some clubbing, experience the nightlife that I hear is so wild, here. You're going to stay right here, just like that, like a good little bitch and wait for us. When we get back, we'll play with you and I'll give you that feeding I promised you before."

Chakotay heard Kes groan softly and looked down to see moisture running down Kes' puffy, swollen labia. He couldn't believe it, she really loved being Janeway's bitch! Janeway roughly pushed his head back to looking foward and finished the tie.

"There, see?" she patted Chakotay on the ass and sent him out the door, "Go see if the shuttle is ready for us, I'll be right down."

As Chakotay left, Janeway knelt down beside Kes and produced from her bag what looked like some kind of harness, like a horse's bridle. Suddenly, Janeway roughly yanked the large dildo out of Kes' butt, making an obscenely wet "pop" sound. Kes gasped and could feel her sphincter was stil dilated, she could feel the cool night breeze from the open window blowing into her gaping asshole.

Kes watched as Janeway quickly and expertly attached the soiled, thick dildo and attached it to the bridle. Before she could object, Janeway grabbed Kes' hair, pulled up her head, forcing her mouth open, and shoved the soiled dildo into her mouth! She could taste her own shit juices on the massive, veiny fake cock, still warm from being deep in her bowels for the entire day.

Janeway slowly worked the dildo deeper and deeper down Kes' throat, pleased to see a nice brown slime coating building on the little bitch's lips. Kes choked and gagged a little here and there but Janeway kept patiently, insistently forcing it in until the bridle rested against her face. She buckled the straps securely around the back of Kes' head and let her head drop back down to the ground.

Standing up, Janeway picked up her riding crop and walked around Kes. Kes could only see her stilletto black patent leather thigh-high boots from her perspective. Janeway slapped Kes' exposed ass with the riding crop sharply, making Kes jump.

"Very nice, bitch," Janeway hissed as she began to slide the riding crop into Kes' still gaping rectum, "I'll be back for this later tonight... in the mean time, try not to be a bad girl or I'll have to punish you!"

With that, Janeway withdrew the riding crop, gave Kes another smack on the ass and walked out.

Kes lay there wondering how long they would be gone and what the Hell she was going to do all night. She didn't have to wonder long, though...

*****

"Gang Bang", Part I

*****

"Computer!" Neelix barked with the most authoritative voice he could muster.

The computer calmly chirped in response.

"Special Tactical Security Operative 4th class Neelix requesting emergency security override of this holodeck, immediately!" Neelix spat.

"Unable to comply, please state proper security override code." bleeped the computer.

"Oh, yes, er..." Neelix looked at his hand where he'd scribbled the code and read it slowly and methodically, "One nine four F Z fifty seven oh four alpha twelve Charlie."

"Affirmative." replied the computer and the Holodeck doors opened. Neelix, in his brand new beige security outfit, strode in with confidence to find Torres.

*****

"Doggystyle, Part I"

*****

Two hours had passed and Kes had begun to go stir crazy. Her throat had accustomed itself to the girth of the large dildo violating its depths, while her asshole had eventually closed back up, returning to it's original tightness. The muscle tone of her ass was something she was quite proud of, actually. Janeway had always praised her on how tight her ass was, no matter how much abuse it had taken.

But now Kes had started to get panicky and she began struggling with her bonds, trying to, at least, loosen them. She shuddered to think what would happen if Janeway came back and found she had gotten out of them, but she was going to go nuts if she had to lay here bent over for the rest of the night.

Suddenly, she heard the door slide open and she instantly stopped struggling. The nightlife must not have been all that wild if they were back already! What were they going to do to her now? What kinds of kinky things did Janeway have planned for her? Her pussy quivered just trying to imagine it.

She waited but nobody said anything. She didn't even hear them come in. Had the door malfunctioned? She was face down on the other side of the bed and had no way of seeing the door. She thought she heard some heavy breathing... maybe Chakotay and Janeway were already going at it?

She waited longer and the suspense was killing her. Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it pressing against her ribs, her vision began to get fuzzy and she felt light headed. Whatever they were going to do to her, she wished they would just do it and stop teasing her! The anticipation was more than she could take!

Then, to her shock, she felt a warm, wet sensation on her cunt... and a familiar one! She turned her head as best she could and looked back to see Pinganto licking her pussy! His horn was rubbing against her asshole in this position as he slobbered all over her cunt.

Kes groaned in desperation, humilation and, she had to admit, passion. It had felt so good to get release at dinner... maybe it wasn't so bad... at least she'd have something to occupy her until-

Just then, Pinganto got up on his hind legs and put his two large middle paws on her asscheeks, spreading them oscenely and his two front paws on her back, resting his weight on them and holding her down. She felt his cock clumsily jabbing at her pussy.


She began to panic, getting licked by this alien creature was one thing, but to be FUCKED by it?! That was more than even she could handle. She began to scream (as it were, she couldn't really scream with ten inches of fake cock down her throat) and tried to wriggle away from the chingador. But resistance was useless, he was too heavy and too strong. She was going to get fucked by this animal and there was nothing she could do but try to enjoy it.

As she felt it's weighty cock flop around all over her pussy and ass clumsily trying to find an opening, she realized she was dripping wet. She was so worked up from the events of the day that she probably would enjoy it.

"God, I'm such a filthy bitch," she thought as she felt his penis finally settle at the opening to her cunt. She welcomed the feeling of a real, live cock inside her. Wait, no, he had it at her ass...! No, wait... 

"Oh fuck!" she thought as she remembered... chingadors have redundant sexual organs! Pinganto's TWO cocks were probing her nether regions, trying to violate her... in her cunt AND her ass at the same time!

She let out an animalistic groan as she came to this realization, at the precise moment Pinganto found his mark and plunged BOTH of his massive animal cocks into her at the same time! He rammed her asshole and cunt savagely, plunging his twin pricks to their full depth with every thrust!

As Kes let the feral passion overcome her, driving her into an almost unthinking, bestial lust, some distant, objective, innocent part of her mind that still hid away somewhere deep in her psyche realized that this was her first real sexual intercourse... her first real cock in either hole... and it was with an animal! This realization drove her over the edge and as she felt the first hot twin jets of animal cum shooting into the depths of her womb and bowels, she screamed through the most intense, primal orgasm of her life.

Then, Pinganto started all over again. Chingadors usually had to mate several times in a row to ensure pregnancy. And Pingador was going to make sure he impregnated this bitch!

*****

"Gang Bang", Part II

*****

Torres looked on at the approaching rape gang of Klingons and Naussicans, all heaving and sweating. The adrenaline and testosterone pumping through their veins... and organs... was palpable. Torres had a scratch on her face and half her work tunic was torn off already.

"All right, you fuckers, enough foreplay, do your worst!" She growled savagely, "Come on!"

The naked Klingons and Naussicans, none endowed with less than 12 inches, began to advance, drooling and growling. Torres was about to get the gang-raping of her life. It was her favorite stress-release program when no-one else was around to relieve her. Kim was lucky she was going to get appeased this way and not via his ass.

"Freeze!" Neelix shouted, pointing a small cracker-sized phaser at the nearest Klingon.

"What the-?" Torres spun to see Neelix.

"My god! The Holodeck's malfunctioned!" Neelix cried, "don't worry, Torres, I'll protect you!"

"What the HELL are you doing in here?" Torres screamed.

"Tuvok ordered me to come get you, something about punching out Ensign Carrey?" Neelix said, waving his mini-phaser around belligerently, not realizing it was only a stun phaser with about enough power to give a medium-sized cat a short nap, "I'm sure it was all just a misunderstanding, but nevertheless, Tuvok would like to see you."

"ARRGGGGGH!!!" Torres screamed and stormed out of the holodeck.

Neelix watched her leave and turned back around, waving the phaser at the group of would-be rapists, "Ok, you bunch, you're going back to the hologrid as soon as I contact-oomph!"

Neelix had backed into something big. And hard. And sweaty. He slowly turned around to see a seven-foot tall Klingon breathing a hot foul stench in his face.

"Er, hello there... Mr. Klingon!" Neelix smiled nervously and raised his phaser, only to have it snatched from his hand and crushed like a walnut.

"Oh my... uh... " Neelix backed up into a 8 foot tall Naussican. He looked around and realized he was surrounded. The lead, and most well hung Klingon advanced, stroking himself.

"Oh, my... uh, that's a rather large uh... tool... you have there-" Neelix noted.

Suddenly Neelix began to flail madly in an attempt to get out, but he was grabbed and pinned down effortlessly, "Computer!" he cried in desperation, "End program!!!"

"Unable to comply, " responded the computer, "please state proper security override code."

And Neelix would have done just that. If his mouth hadn't been full of Naussican man meat. But at least that muffled his screams of agony when the Klingon impaled him from the other end making him resemble very much a pig on a spit over a campfire.

END EPISODE 3

To be continued in EPISODE 4!



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Context Notes: 

Be sure to read (at least) "Voyager Uncensored #3: Shore Leave" (part I) before reading this one. Preferably, you'd read all three episodes before this one, but, if not, it's okay. The plot is light in this one and maybe reading this one will make you want to go back and read the others.

This episode takes place after "The Raven" but before "Scientific Method", in Voyager's 4th season, pretty much right after they introduced Seven.

Content Note:

This one is, again, pretty extreme. But I don't do it for sheer shock value or for the sake of being extreme. I try to pay a lot of attention to character and motivation and I try to keep the characters true to my vision of them, keep them consistent.

This story contains: F/f, FM/f TS/m, F/m, FM/m, and alien bestiality, oral, anal, watersports, scat, humiliation and D/S.

(Note that "TS" here stands for a woman with a penis, not a man in drag, trust me, it will make sense when you read it.)

Also, as usual, no incest, all characters over 18, no torture or snuff. Just thought you'd like to know.

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"Doggystyle", Part II

*****

Kes was well into her third orgasm, lost in depraved, bestial lust, when Janeway & Chakotay returned to the room. She didn't even hear the door slide open. Chakotay and Janeway were drunk and laughing, but they instantly heard the sounds of sex coming from the other side of the bed. They heard the panting, the groaning, the wet slurping of the chingador's twin cocks violating Kes' cunt and ass. They heard the slap of the chingador's massive balls on Kes' upturned asshole.

Janeway and Chakotay stepped quietly around to bed to see who Kes had "scored", but even *they* weren't prepared for the sight before them! Kes, still bound, still with a mouthful of dildo, ass in the air, being ravaged by a double-dicked alien animal!

She was so deep in her spiral of shame and rapture that her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was drooling around her cock-gag onto the carpet. Not only was she cumming from the huge chingador cock in her cunt, but also from the one in her ass. Since her race only lived 9 years, it developed a lot of redundant sexual reproductive organs. Apparently, her race had a history of not knowing which hole to fuck, to evolution made sure it didn't matter. She has a normal clitoris and fallopian tubes, but she also has an extra clitoris deep inside her ass on her sphincter and one down her throat, past the epiglottis. And in both her colon and her esophagus, there are sperm collection ducts that open up when the redundant clitoris is stimulated. So she could become pregnant from sex in either her cunt, mouth OR ass. Having a massive dildo rammed down her throat and the twin animal pricks plunging into both her pussy and asshole was causing her to have triple orgasms at the moment, something she'd never experienced before! And she was soaking up quite a lot of chingador jizz, seeing as how they ejaculate nearly ten times more than comparably-sized animals (chingadors usually have litters and need to inject large amounts of sperm to ensure a large brood).

"Now, why can't you do me like *that*?" Janeway teased Chakotay.

Chakotay smirked at her and Janeway gave him a haughty, challenging look.

After only a second of hesitation, Chakotay threw his Captain onto the bed so that her ass was in the air, just like Kes. Janeway was surprised, but settled into the submissive pose with a sigh of anticipation.

"You want to be fucked like a bitch, do you?" Chakotay demanded sternly as he quickly disrobed and got up on the bed behind her.

Janeway growled and barked in response.

"Okay, bitch, you got it!" Chakotay tore Janeway's dress, exposing her fishnet stockings under which she wore no underwear. Roughly, he grabbed a hole in the fishnets centered right on Janeway's quivering browneye and tore open a hole to expose her ass. 

Janeway whimpered like a dog in heat, waving her vulnerable ass at him.

"Is this where doggy wants it? Hunh?!" Chakotay slapped Janeway's ass firmly, making her jump and yelp, "Answer me, BITCH! Is this where doggy needs to be FUCKED?!"

Janeway panted and nodded her head, whimpering as Chakotay continued to spank her ass and tease her while he berated her.

"Yeah, you've been a bad, bad, little bitch! Now you're going to get punished!" And with that, he rammed his rock-hard cock straight into her asshole with no preparation or gentleness. Luckily for Janeway, her ass was already a bit sweaty from all the dancing they'd done earlier in the night and the pain was dulled enough by the alcohol that is was just enough to still be enjoyable.

Chakotay savagely rammed Janeway's shithole as hard and as fast as he could, matching Pinganto's impressive tempo in Kes' holes. He grabbed Janeway by the hair on the back of her head and pulled her up so that her back was arched awkwardly and her mouth gaped open. As he abused her poopchute, she yelped and panted and slobbered and whimpered like a helpless puppy.

For another hour, they continued this, every time Pinganto got up his stamina (and his erections) and fucked Kes, again, Chakotay would give Janeway the bitch treatment as well.

Finally, both Pinganto and Chakotay gave out. Chakotay was glad, too, because even though he hadn't had sex in a while, and he'd been dreaming about doing that to Janeway since he first met her, he was only human, after all, and didn't have the raw reserves Pinganto did, obviously! He collapsed, finally, on the bed next to Janeway.

Janeway, also exhausted, shuffled up to Chakotay's face and licked it, in appreciation. Chakotay, barely staving off unconsciousness, weakly gave her a few pets and strokes on the head and scratched her behind the ears.

"Good dog," he said, smirking.

Janeway, clenching her asshole tightly so as to not let any of Chakotay's four loads of cum leak out, slid off the bed and down to Kes, who was still in an apparent state of carnal coma. She unbound Kes (but kept her wrists and ankles shackled). She withdrew the massive black dildo from her slack jawed mouth and inserted it into her overflowing cunt, to make sure none of the dog cum was lost.

Janeway looked around and spotted a flower arrangement in a large pitcher. She got up, grabbed it, and disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned, the large pitcher was empty.

She then sat Kes up so as to squat over the pitcher and massaged her reddened asscheeks. Globs upon globs of thick yellowish-brown shit-stained chingador cum oozed out of Kes' stretched-out asshole, making obscene blurping and splattering sounds as it hit the inside of the glass pitcher.

"That sounds disgusting," Chakotay chuckled just as Kes loudly farted out a tremendous load of alien animal jizz, "UGH! Not to mention the stench!"

Kes seemed to be coming to and blankly turned to look at Janeway, and it seemed she finally noticed she was there.

"Oh... Mistress... you're back..." she said softly.

"Yes, Kes, I'm back, and you've been a very good girl, we're just cleaning you up a little," she said tenderly, as she stroked Kes' delicate face, brushing aside hair that was stuck to her face with dried sweat and tears.

"I think... I think there was... an animal in here..." Kes muttered, still unfocused.

"Yes, dear, it's okay, you did great," Janeway complimented her.

"I did? Thank you, Mistress..." Kes smiled weakly, the dearly-desired praise of her Captain and Mistress cut through the haze in her mind and made her truly, deeply happy inside.

"Looks like that's all of it, better drink it down, don't want it to go to waste," Janeway said as she held up the pitcher to Kes' lips. Chakotay leaned over to take a look.

"Holy shit, that must be around a QUART of cum!" he marveled.

"At least," Janeway smiled, "say 'ahhh', Kes!"

Kes absent-mindedly opened her mouth, not even seeing the pitcher of shat-out animal jizz. As Janeway poured the foul mixture into her open and obsequious mouth, Kes just stared into her Mistress' loving, caring eyes. She obediently swallowed each mouthful, finishing the whole pitcher's worth in about 30 seconds.

"Good girl," Janeway said cheerfully as she put down the pitcher and wiped some animal cum off of Kes' chin and let her suck it off.

"Man, if I wasn't spent already, I think I would have shot another load just watching that!" Chakotay shook his head.

"Mm, thanks for reminding me!" Janeway wagged her finger at Chakotay as she stood up and squatted over Kes' mouth, "Here's my contribution, too!"

Kes had been in this position many times before and knew just what to do. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed expertly as Janeway shat globs upon globs of hot shit-stained cum directly into her gaping maw. Of course, as the last mouthful of jizz filled her mouth, Janeway shat out a huge turd right into the pool of cum, forcing Kes to close her mouth around it and start chewing and swallowing, lest she spill some precious spooge or drop some of her Mistress' brown gift.

As Kes devoured the shit, Janeway lowered herself onto Kes' mouth so that her lips were sealed directly to her anus and she was shitting straight into Kes' mouth. Kes expertly chewed and swallowed it all - though Ocampan throats are wide to allow for sexual organs penetrating it, so she often only had to bite off large chunks and swallow it largely whole. In fact, she usually had an esophageal orgasm when feeding directly from Janeway's asshole like this (especially if the shit is firm and in wide, long logs), but she was so spent from her ordeal with Pinganto that she didn't have any energy left in her for it.

Once Janeway had fully evacuated, Kes used her long, bumpy tongue to snake up inside Janeway's ass and lick her rectum and sphincter clean of ever trace of spunk and feces.

Janeway stepped off Kes, thoroughly emptied, cleaned and satisfied.

"Wow, I'd heard the stories, but I never was quite sure what to believe!" Chakotay shook his head, obviously impressed with the ritual he'd just witnessed.

"Oh, yes, my little Kes is quite an accomplished slave. In fact, I think she deserves a bit of refreshment. Chakotay, would you join me over here, please?"

Chakotay looked at his Captain questioningly, not sure what she meant. But, even though she was asking nicely, he could tell she was back in charge, now, and expected him to obey her orders. He got off the bed and stood next to her over Kes.

"Kes, clean my filthy shit off the commander's cock, would you?" Janeway instructed.

Kes didn't hesitate a second and efficiently deep-throated Chakotay's semi-flaccid cock, sucking the cum and shit off of it. When she was done, Janeway held her mouth open and held Chakotay's cock pointed at her open mouth, squatting slightly herself.

"Now let's give Kes her refreshment, something to wash all that down with," Janeway smiled as she began pissing forcefully into Kes' mouth.

"Ah, good!" Chakotay let loose, too, "All that drinking we did, I have to piss like a racehorse!"

Kes sighed as the twin hot streams of strong-tasting urine splashed into her mouth, mixing their unique tastes and filling her mouth. She guzzled down the fresh piss expertly and let it cleanse her pallet and wash the clumps of thick animal jizz and crap off the lining of her throat.

As she drank her reward, she thought about how happy she was in her place as Janeway's slave... and her thoughts drifted to Pinganto... where had he gone? Would she... would she ever see him again? Was she despicable to *want* to see him again? Her confused emotions of happiness and shame swirled around in her brain as Janeway and Chakotay's piss swirled around in her mouth...

*****

"Tom, Dick & Harry", Part III

*****

The next morning, Seven worked at the Astrometrics console, leaning over to make repairs at the back of the unit. Harry Kim, working on the other side of the room, couldn't help but glance over and stare at her perfect, round ass. He'd love to bury his face in there and tongue her ass so deep he'd be licking the back of her tonsils. And, if he was lucky, maybe *he'd* be doing the assfucking this time! He mentally slapped himself for not taking her up on her advances when she confronted him before, but he was so dumbstruck and intimidated, he chickened out. Of course, the fact that she was pretty recently a full-on Borg was kind of scary (who *knows* what kind of Borg implants she had hidden in there?!)... plus, Torres was pretty pissed that he'd even thought about it - who knows what she would have done to him if he'd had the balls to follow through with it.

"Do you REQUIRE something from me, Ensign?" Seven asked sternly.

Harry suddenly realized he'd been caught staring at Seven's ass, lost in thought, "Oh, uh... no, sorry, Seven, I was just thinking."

"Your task does not REQUIRE thinking, Ensign," Seven berated him, "I laid out the exact procedure in precise detail. All that is required of you is to follow your instructions. If you are to remain on schedule, you will resume your duties immediately." 

Harry simply sighed and returned to his work. What was he thinking, who would want to have sex with THAT? She'd probably just criticize him the whole time and tell him exactly what to do, not his idea of fun.

Suddenly the comm channel in the room came to life, "Torres to Astrometrics!" B'Elanna sounded irritated, which was not a good sign.

Seven replied, "Astrometrics here, what is the purpose of this interruption?" she asked in annoyance.

"I need Ensign Kim down in Engineering immediately, Seven, send him down-" Torres began.

"Unacceptable, Ensign Kim is on a strict schedule and only barely managing to complete his tasks. Any distraction would-" Seven replied.

"I don't give a damn about your schedule, Seven, this is a fucking EMERGENCY, and I need him NOW!" Torres yelled.

"Very well, if it is an emergency, *I* will see to it, as I am more skilled in Engineering." Seven declared, with no concern for Harry's pride.

"No, no!" Torres panicked, "Uh... you don't want to fall behind schedule, you better stay up there and keep working on Astrometrics since you're so much more efficient, Seven."

"This is true, but if it is an emergency, I-" Seven began.

"Well, to be honest, it was Ensign Kim's faulty programming that caused the problem, so I need him to come down here and see what he did wrong, so he learns his lesson," Torres improvised.

"Ah, very well. Ensign Kim sorely needs such correction, I will allow it," Seven nodded in agreement, "Ensign Kim, report to Engineering *immediately*."

Harry sighed, dropped his hyperspanner and sulked out of Astrometrics, mumbling to himself.

Seven pressed the comm button on the console, "Seven to Stellar Cartography."

"Stellar Cartography here, this is Crewman Delaney," responded the female voice on the other line. It was Meghan Delaney, one of the Delaney twin sisters that Paris had wanted to double date with Harry.

"I require assistance in Astrometrics, please send two of your technicians at once," Seven ordered.

"Uh... okay, well, I can come right now," Meghan proposed, "Jenny's on break but can join us in half an hour."

Seven sighed in annoyance. Humans were so inefficient, with their breaks and personal needs, how did they ever manage to leave their planet, much less explore so much of it?

"Very well, it will have to do, I suppose," Seven closed the comm channel, cutting Meghan's reply off.

*****

"Cultural Exchange"

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Janeway, Chakotay and Kes stood at the beam-up coordinates, having woken up late from their long night of depraved antics. They were back in their duty uniforms (except for Kes, of course). Janeway yawned loudly as they waited for Prime Minister Jasmine to come see them off.

"Captain, I don't see Lt. Orlando, yet. She should have met us here over half an hour ago," Chakotay informed her.

"Hmm? Oh, Marlin, yes... you're right. I saw she left with the Prime Minister after the banquet last night," she recalled, "I hope everything's okay..."

Just then, large engraved double doors swung open and in walked Marlin, Prime Minister Jasmine, and her pet chingador, Pinganto. Janeway noticed Marlin was in a flattering flowing blue dress, not her duty uniform.

"Lt.?" she intoned sternly, "What's the meaning of this?"

"I... I'm sorry, Captain, I wish I'd had time to talk to you about this privately, but time sort of got away from us last night..." Marlin blushed and she shared a sideways smile with Prime Minister Jasmine who reached out and grasped her hand, giving her some emotional support.

"I see..." Janeway knew where this was headed, and she didn't like it.

"Captain... I want to stay here, on Yasmina... with Jasmine," Marlin managed to get out.

"Really," Janeway replied coldly, putting her hands on her hips.

"Captain, please, it's not a reflection on you," Marlin pleaded, "It's just that... well, it's so beautiful, here and... and Jasmine is, well... 'special'."

"Right," Janeway nodded skeptically.

"No, really... Captain, all the women here... are she-males!" Marlin beamed.

"What?!" Janeway gasped.

"It's true," Jasmine agreed and parted her flowing skirts to reveal a rather large flaccid phallus hanging between her shapely thighs. It was thick and veiny and had an oversized, yet sleekly curved head.

"Uh... wow." was all Janeway could manage.

"So you see? It's like my dream come true!" Marlin continued, "Torres was fun, but we were just playing on the holodeck, and, besides, she has Lt. Paris, now! And Harry..." Marlin shrugged, thinking of her one-time boyfriend, "well, he's just a useless faggot, now."

Chakotay and Janeway exchanged quizzical glances, wondering what that meant.

"And back on Earth, I don't have any friends or family waiting for me... I have nothing to return to!" she turned her head and looked at Jasmine, "Here I can be the wife of the leader of the planet! I can be a Queen of Paradise!"

Janeway sighed and looked at the two, obviously in love. She shook her head, dropped her hands and spoke, "Well, I don't like the idea of leaving any crew in the Delta Quadrant. I made a promise to get everyone home, and I mean to keep it," she looked at the worried looks on Marlin and Jasmine's faces, "BUT... as sad I would be to see you go, Lt., I can see it's love, and I'm not one to keep lovers apart. So if this is where you want to make your home, than who am I to deny it to you."

"Oh, thank you, Captain, thank you!" Marlin leapt forward and gave Janeway a big kiss on the lips and hugged her tightly. She held both of Janeway's hands and looked back at Jasmine.

"There's one more thing, Captain," Marlin smiled, looking back at Janeway, "I'd like you to give me away at our wedding!"

Janeway smiled, "Why I'd be *honored*, Miss Prime Minister," she bowed.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, Captain!" Marlin ran back over to Jasmine and hugged her tightly, "You don't know how happy this makes me!"

"My pleasure, Marlin, it's good to see a member of my crew... my *family* so happy," she nearly teared up, "it's been a rare thing these past few years."

"Captain," Prime Minister Jasmine stepped forward, "I cannot begin to thank you for this gift. In return, please take any supplies you want, any of our delicacies are yours for the taking."

"Well, thank *you*, Miss Prime Minister," Janeway smiled as she looked back at Chakotay who was smiling at the thought of some decent food for a change (Neelix's dishes weren't exactly culinary delights).

"And, as a personal sign of thanks, I'd like you to have Pinganto, my prized purebred chingador," she motioned to her pet, "He's the best, most potent breeding chingador on all of Yasmina. He's sired over 1000 offspring from over a hundred different bitches in just the past 3 years. All of them strong specimens."




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At this, Janeway grinned sadistically and looked over at Kes, whose eyes widened as her knees visibly began to shake. Janeway swore she could smell Kes' pussy getting soaking wet at the thought of the chingador coming with them on Voyager.

"I *humbly* accept this great gift, your Highness," Janeway bowed low and accepted the leash from Jasmine, "I will be sure to have him mate as often as possible," she nearly chuckled at the thought.

Kes let out a low groan despite herself.

"The Marriage Ceremony will be in one week," Jasmine continued, "In the meantime, please invite your crew to beam down and partake in all the hospitality Yasmina has to offer."

"You are most gracious, Prime Minister," Janeway nodded, "they'll be thrilled to hear the news."

"Chakotay to Voyager, 3... uh... 4... um... 3 and a *pet*, to beam up," he instructed into his commbadge.

In a shimmer of light, they were gone.

"Well... what now?" Marlin asked of her groom-to-be.

"Wedding planning, of course," Jasmine replied, "and we shall spare no expense!"

"Oh, I've always dreamt of a fairy tale wedding on some exotic alien planet!" Marlin swooned.

"But, first," Jasmine swept her new fiancée off her feet, "I think we need a little practice for the Honeymoon!" and she carried her bride-to-be back to their luxurious bedchambers.

*****

"Tom, Dick & Harry", Part 4

*****

Torres strode purposefully through the corridor, towing the freshly re-evolved Tom Paris behind her.

"Whoa, whoa, what's the rush?!" Tom winced as Torres nearly pulled his arm out of his socket.

Torres stopped at the Holodeck door, "Do you *realize* that I haven't had sex in more than 24 hours!?!" she yelled. A passing crewman tried act like he didn't hear her.

"Hey, I missed you, too, but gimme a break, I was a catfish just half an hour ago," Paris said with complete seriousness, "I'm not sure I'm really 'in the mood' after that..."

"Not even for your favorite holoprogram?" Torres teased as the punched in a code and the holodeck doors opened. Tom looked inside and saw what he saw was a holo-Harry in a skimpy cheerleader's outfit, pigtails and all, sitting in a vintage 1969 Camaro that Tom often referred to as "The Makeout Mobile".

"Hmm, not bad... prom night?" He asked.

"Better!" Torres handed Tom a letterman's jacket and put one on, herself, "You and I are the star football players and Kimmy, here, is the new freshman cheerleader who thinks she scored big getting a date with the big, handsome quarterback," Torres massaged Tom's chest, "not suspecting that he invited the well-hung defensive lineman (that would be me) to join in on the action."

Tom shook his head and smiled broadly, "you are the perfect woman," put on his jacket and walked in with her.

*****

"Mexcrement" Part I

*****

Meghan was squatting beside Seven, working on the auxiliary console in Astrometrics while Seven was calibrating the holoprojection matrix in the top of the console. Like Harry, she couldn't help noticing Seven's incredibly firm, rounded ass. It was covered in skin-tight, shiny silver spandex. Meghan tried not to stare, but it was practically sticking in her face.

Just then Seven let out a loud, long fart right in Meghan's face! Apparently, Neelix's Mexicano Night cuisine that Seven had gorged on was having an adverse gastrointestinal effect.

"Jesus Christ!" Meghan fell back, both in surprise and from being assaulted by the horribly foul smell.

Seven looked at her with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, "Crewman Delaney, what is the matter?"

"What?"

"Why have you ceased your duties?" she inquired coldly, "you are *not* scheduled for a break for another two hours."

"But... uh..." Meghan didn't know what to say, she didn't want to be rude to Seven, "I... I'm sorry, Seven, I just... lost my balance."

"You seem to be uninjured," Seven appraised her, "please resume your work, we must remain on schedule."

"Yes, Seven," Meghan returned to her spot at the console, the pungent odor of Seven's fart still hung heavily in the air, but Meghan tried to breathe shallowly and ignore it.

Meghan noticed a fault in the isoneural matrix array and looked up at Seven and opened her mouth to tell her about it - just as Seven let out another, louder, even more obscene-sounding wet fart right in Meghan's face. This time, Meghan gagged, hit full-force with the brunt of the stench as she was inhaling to speak. She coughed and dry-wretched sitting back and trying to recover.

"Crewman, are you ill?" Seven inquired with no apparent concern, other than for the loss of efficiency.

Meghan coughed and blinked her burning eyes several times. Surely Seven must know what she's doing is considered inappropriate? Then again, she's been with the Borg since she was a little girl, maybe she didn't know! But Meghan didn't feel comfortable instructing the Borg woman about common courtesy, she had no idea how she'd take it.

"The... isoneural... matrix array... it's misaligned..." she tried to stick to the facts.

Seven squatted down to take a look and, in doing so, stuck her hyperactive asshole right in Meghan's face and let a hot blast of horrid gas fly right in Meghan's face, AGAIN. The wind was strong enough to blow Meghan's hair a bit. Meghan coughed and gagged and stood up, crossing the room to get some fresh air.

"This is easily remedied, I would have thought you- where are you going, crewman?" Seven scolded her.

"I, uh... I have to go for a little bit," Meghan stammered.

"No. Captain Janeway has given me full priority with the construction of Astrometrics," Seven stood and strode over to Meghan, making an intimidating figure, "This facility will enable us to navigate the Delta Quadrant with a 500% increase in efficiency," Seven was standing so close to Meghan that Meghan's face was practically between the Borg woman's large breasts, backed up against the wall, "Now you will *remain* here until your duties are complete."

Meghan wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to stand the stench in Astrometrics before she passed out, but she didn't want to disobey Janeway's orders.

"Yes, Seven, I'm sorry," Meghan apologized, "But maybe I could work on this panel over here."

Seven sighed, "Very well, but your erratic behavior will be noted in your record," Seven turned and walked away, but not before leaving Meghan another noxious cloud of fecal fog to keep her company as she worked on the panel. Meghan coughed and gagged, but went to work on the panel, trying to see clearly through her tearing-up eyes, counting the minutes until her shift was over.

*****

"Tom, Dick & Harry", Part 5

*****

Tom slid his meat into Harry's ass slowly and deeply as Torres held Harry's head by his pigtails and enjoyed the blowjob he was giving her.

"She's a tight bitch, isn't she?" Torres sneered as she watched Tom work his nice-sized dick in and out of Harry's hairless ass, which was looking quite feminine framed by a pink cheerleader's skirt and violently torn flowery white underwear.

"Mm, yeah, I think she must have been a virgin!" Tom snickered as he slapped Harry roughly on the ass, "you like this don't you, bitch?!"

Harry didn't reply, he was busy trying not to choke on Torres' grotesque oversized Klingon holodick.

"Hey, bitch, I said 'you like this, don't you'?!" Tom slapped Harry on the ass again.

"Ow!" Harry said as he pulled his mouth off Torres' Kock, "what?"

Tom frowned and pulled out, "Freeze program."

Harry panicked, he had to freeze perfectly still along with the rest of the holosimulation or Tom would know he's *not* a simulated Harry, but the *real* Harry Kim! If Tom knew what Harry had been getting into all these years, it would spread throughout the ship's rumor mill at transwarp speed! Harry would be the laughing stock of the entire ship. He held perfectly still, not moving a muscle.

"What's the matter, Pookins?" Torres seemed concerned.

"I dunno... I mean, you did an awesome job with this Harry simulation, but..." Tom pondered, "Maybe it's a little *too* realistic, you know?"

Harry suddenly had a spark of hope that maybe Tom felt guilty doing this, maybe Torres would put and end to these sessions, finally!

"What do you mean?" Torres asked, confused.

"Well, I mean, it's definitely Harry, I mean, he really seems uncomfortable, like I'd imagine he would be, being fucked by his best friend, and all," Tom mused, "But... you know, maybe it'd be better if you really made him, you know really WANT it?"

Harry was shocked.

"Oh!" Torres smiled.

"Yeah, I mean, really make him a total sex-crazed faggot slut, you know?" Tom got hard again just thinking about it, "It's not really a turn on when he just lies there and takes it like it's some sort of chore, you know? I want him to WANT it, BAD, like his life depended on having my cock inside his worthless faggot holes, you know? Make him a total fucking SLUT! THAT would be HOT!" Tom began stroking himself just thinking about it.

Torres beamed a sadistic, toothy grin and replied, "Of course, why didn't I think of that? Computer!"

Harry panicked as the computer voice responded with a chirp.

"Computer, reprogram Harry Kim to be a 'sex-crazed faggot slut'," Torres instructed.

In the brief pause, Harry considered his options - play along, or blow the whole deal and run screaming from the Holodeck.

"Program complete," the computer lied (the holoprogram having been written so that a fake computer pretended to acknowledge that Harry was part of the program).

"Resume program!" Tom blurted eagerly.

Harry decided being stuck on this ship for the next 70 years meant he'd better think of the long-term and play along. As the computer chirped, he turned around and looked at Tom and Torres and got into character.

"Oh, please, gimme your fat cocks, you big studs!" Harry gushed, using his theater training from his Starfleet Academy extracurricular days, "I want your big, manly dicks!" he lied as he grabbed both cocks and began stroking them.

"That's better," Tom nodded and got into it, "Oh yeah, you're a real SLUT, aren't you?!"

"Yes, yes, I'm a worthless whore!" Harry tried to sound earnest, trying to think of himself as someone else, to detach himself from reality and protect his true identity.

"Yeah, and where do you want our huge cocks, SLUT?!" Tom asked leadingly.

"Wherever you want, please, just give it to me!" Harry replied.

"You want my cock up your ass, don't you, you filthy fucking whore!" Tom suggested.

"Yes, oh, god, yes, please fuck my tiny little shithole with your big, hard cock!" Harry stroked Tom's rock-hard penis.

"Why don't you lube it up, first, bitch?" Tom suggested.

Harry obediently gobbled down Tom's cock, forgetting until it was too late that it had just been up his ass a couple minutes ago. He had to just go with it and suck his shit off Tom's cock as he vigorously slobbered on his friend's long, hard cock, deep-throating him expertly. Harry had gotten very good at deep-throating, having been accustomed to taking up to a third of Torres' massive cock in his mouth.

"MMM, yeah, this cunt knows her stuff!" Tom grinned as Torres watched with sadistic glee, stroking her own huge erection.

Tom grabbed Harry by his fake pigtails and pulled the slave off his cock with a wet "pop!", then threw him down on the ground, face-first.

"Get that dirty fucking faggot ass in the air, you worthless cumbag!" Tom ordered Harry.

Harry stuck his ass up in the air and reached back and spread his cheeks, "Please, Master, feed my worthless asshole your magnificent rod, shove it up inside me, I need your studly seed deep inside my bowels!" he expounded as he wiggled his ass at Tom.

"Goddamn!" Tom exclaimed as he practically pounced on Harry and rammed his throbbing meat straight up his begging shitter, ramming it home with such vigor and tempo that it knocked Harry off-balance and made him collapse on the floor, Tom's cock buried in his ass, digging for gold.

"Ugh!" Harry grunted at the pain and surprise.

"Yeah, this is how fucking WHORES like you need it - rough and hard," Tom hissed in Harry's ear, "it's what you deserve, isn't it?"

"Yess, yes, please, you fucking stud, hammer my ass, I need your fucking cock, Master, ravage my butthole, I'm just a worthless ass-bank for your spunk!!!"

Torres couldn't believe how well Harry was improvising with all this. She always suspected some deep-down part of Harry really was a submissive faggot, but now she knew for sure!

"Hey, join on in," Tom invited Torres, "I think this bitch needs some cock for her potty mouth, too!"

"Oh yeah, please feed me your jizz!" Harry chimed in.

"You got it, faggot!" Torres agreed and got down on her knees in front of Harry, picked up his head by his pigtails and slid a full third of her Kock in his mouth, pumping it deep and steady.

"No, no," Tom complained, "Don't be gentle with this cunt, GIVE it to her! Ram that meat down her throat, I want you to face-fuck this faggot, balls-deep, and hard!!!"

"Uh, Tom, I don't think he can take-" Torres started.

"B'Elanna, please, don't break the mood, Honey," Tom sighed, "He's just a hologram, it's not like you can *hurt* him!"

"Oh, yeah, you're right!" Torres lied, unable to hide the sadistic glee in her voice.

"So pound that punk's face, I want to see you fuck his throat like it was a two-credit Terellian whore!"

And Torres did just that, shoving the entire length of her super-sized, ridged, throbbing Klingon Kock down Harry's throat. From then on, Harry wasn't playing, all of his squirming and screaming was totally authentic, him trying to ride these two rapists for his very survival!

As they raped him mercilessly for the next two hours, he wondered how things could have possibly gotten *worse* than they were before!

*****

"Mexcrement", Part 2

*****

Meghan thought that, after an hour of inhaling Seven's nasty gas, she'd have gotten used to it, by now. She was wrong. Seven let out another stinkbomb that tore through her skin-tight costume as if it wasn't even there.

As Meghan tried not to gag, she noticed Seven was clutching her abdomen and seemed to be wiggling her hips. Her brow was furrowed and she looked annoyed. Maybe she was finally getting the hint that there's something horribly wrong with her digestive system, Meghan thought, "Human food must not mix well with Borg physiology!"

"Seven," Meghan called out, "are you okay? Maybe you should go see the Doctor?"

"I am fine," Seven insisted, annoyed at the suggestion, "I believe I mere require a toilet."

Meghan thought "Well, DUH!!!" but kept that observation to herself, "Sounds like a good idea, Seven," Meghan agreed, glad to get Seven out of her hair for a while and even more glad to get rid of the god-awful ass-stench exploding from her rectum every couple minutes.

"My bladder is at maximum capacity," Seven analyzed herself, remembering all the prune juice she drank at Neelix's Mexicano Night, "I must piss, NOW."

Meghan chuckled to herself, "that's not ALL you need to get out, lady!" the thought.

"Well, go ahead, Seven, I'm not stopping you," Meghan insisted, eager for Seven to leave.

"Very well, since you insist," Seven said and strode straight toward Meghan.

"Seven, what are you do-" Meghan stammered, confused that Seven was walking towards *her*, not the door to the corridor. She stopped in mid-question when Seven's uniform seemed to disintegrate right before her eyes! Seven had programmed her nanites to synthesize the uniform and then destroy it whenever she needed to quickly disrobe in case of a waste disposal emergency such as this.

Meghan was speechless as the tall, statuesque, completely naked blonde Borg woman stopped in front of her, grabbed her roughly by the hair, and used her Borg-enhanced strength to drop her to her knees. Seven swiftly squatted over her face and shoved Meghan's mouth onto her hairless cunt and unleashed a powerful stream of hot, rancid piss right down her throat!

Meghan's mouth was already full with its first pissload before her brain even fully registered what had just happened to her! She came to her senses and tried to pull away, but she couldn't, Seven was just too strong. She squirmed and flailed and pushed on Seven's powerful thighs, but could not escape. She tried to scream, but ended up swallowing a mouthful of piss, instead. She moaned and groaned and tried to struggle, but to no avail.

"Crewman Delaney, you volunteered for this duty," Seven complained, "it is a very simple task, but you are making it more difficult for yourself than it need be. Simply do your duty and swallow."

With that, Seven shoved Meghan's face against her gushing cunt even harder, pressing Meghan's nose against her pubic area and cutting off her air flow! Meghan realized she had better do as Seven said or else she might suffocate - Seven didn't know how fragile humans were, Meghan figured. So she stopped struggling and started chugging.

"That's better," Seven declared and loosened her grip just enough to let Meghan breathe through her nose again.

Meghan gulped and swallowed as fast as she could. She wasn't thinking about the strong, acrid taste of the hot piss she was drinking from another woman, she was only thinking about how easily she had been totally dominated by this statuesque bombshell of a woman. Somehow, she thought, it seemed natural to her. Then, to her surprise, she felt her pussy quiver and felt some moisture run out. She was wet! She was actually getting turned on by being forced to drink Seven's toilet!

What was wrong with her, how could she be enjoying this, she fretted. To be made another person's toilet, even one as tall and gorgeous as Seven! It must be the power, she thought, Seven is just so domineering, that her power is seductive. She could make anyone do anything, Meghan thought. 

Meghan stopped resisting and gave in, totally, now. She reached down and pulled off her duty slacks and thong and started rubbing her clit like crazy, moaning and groaning, really enjoying slurping down Seven's urine straight from her cunt. As she committed this debased act, she flushed bright red in shame and embarrassment - what would people think of her if they found out? Luckily, Astrometrics was still under construction and only people scheduled to work there were allowed in, so the chances of anyone stumbling across them were-

Just then, the door opened and Meghan's twin sister, Jenny, walked in.

"Ugh, what's that stench - WHAT THE FUCK?!" Jenny screamed as the froze in her steps, gawking as the vision of her twin sister frigging herself like crazy while (she presumed), eating out the new hot ex-Borg chick.

"Ah, Crewman Delaney, I could use your services, as well," Seven instructed her, "come here," she demanded, firmly.

Meghan's eyes opened wide, staring at her sister, wondering what she must be thinking of her.

Jenny, almost hypnotized by the whole scene, absent-mindedly obeyed Seven and walked over to them. As she stood at Seven's side, she looked down right into Meghan's eyes and saw she wasn't just licking or sucking, but... gulping?

"Meghan... what're you *doing*?" Jenny asked in bewilderment.

Seven grabbed Jenny's arm, "No, I need you back *here*," she clarified and pulled Jenny behind her.

Meghan suddenly realized what Jenny was in for and started yelling into Seven's still-pissing cunt, trying to warn Jenny to get away! If Seven's gas was so raunchy before, she could only imagine what was going to come out of that ass if Jenny went down there! Jenny didn't know what was really going on, here, she probably thought Seven and her were just "dyking out" on each other like Tom Paris was always trying to get them to do for him.

But Jenny smiled perversely and said, "well, if it's good enough for my sister, it's good enough for me!" she giggled as she got completely naked and voluntarily lowered herself to Seven's ass. She began licking and kissing Seven's beautiful, round butt.




Voyager Uncensored Ch. 04



"Excellent," Seven acknowledged and reached back and grabbed Jenny's head by the hair tightly and SHOVED the unsuspecting twin sister's face deep between her cheeks and unleashed the most tremendous, horrid, raunchy fart either sister had ever had the misfortune to inhale.

Jenny, caught completely off-guard and being right at the source, caught the worst of it. She gagged and nearly vomited, grabbing Seven's asscheeks and trying to push herself away. But all she managed to do was spread Seven's cheeks even wider and get her mouth stuck open - as she opened it to wretch, Seven pushed Jenny's mouth against her asshole even harder and wedged her jaw open. Jenny panicked as Seven continued to fart explosively. She screamed into Seven's flapping asshole to no avail, she wasn't about to get help from anyone, nor mercy from Seven.

What Jenny *did* get, however, was a mouthful of explosive diarrhea! It shot out of Seven's asshole like a firehose, a disgusting brown river of pure shit, sprinkled with small chunks of firmer shit. It was strong, nasty and spicy. Jenny was nearly in shock, now, not understanding what was happening to her. Was Seven actually *shitting* in her mouth?! She inadvertently swallowed some, her reflexive swallow reflex kicking in as the shit stream reached the back of her mouth. It was liquefied enough that she didn't even have to chew (which she couldn't anyway, not with her jaw wedged open), it just slid down her throat and into her stomach! She gagged and struggled even harder, feeling the need to vomit welling up inside her guts, but fearing what would happen if she did.

"Hmm, my fecal consistency is not normal," Seven observed, "and the odor is quite offensive. I would appreciate if you would swallow my feces more efficiently, Jennifer Delaney, it is not pleasant to smell."

Jenny merely groaned and her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the diarrhea quickly filling her mouth and bulging-out her cheeks.

Meghan felt bad for her sister, but she also couldn't help being turned on. She found her sister's thigh between Seven's spread, muscular legs and started rubbing her cunt on it, wetter than ever. Seven's piss stream was still going, not as strong as before, but still a steady flow of salty, tangy Borg piss, and Meghan was eagerly drinking every drop.

Jenny felt her own cunt getting wet from being rubbed by her sister's thigh. Somehow through her ordeal, she remembered fondly the times when they were teenagers and they used to sleep together, sometimes practicing kissing and rubbing each other's cunts on their thighs like this. Of course, this was a bit different. They didn't have a 6 foot tall Borg bitch pissing and shitting down their throats!

Seven felt resistance, now, her diarrhea had nowhere to go and it began to cause cramping in her abdomen, again, "Crewman Delaney! You were instructed to swallow my fecal matter, why are you disobeying my order! You are endangering the success of this operation!"

Jenny's cunt quivered at the authoritarian tone of Seven's commanding voice. She opened her eyes and looked up at Seven. It was a beautiful sight, looking past Seven's perfect buttocks up to her stern yet attractive face, her blonde hair perfect and undisturbed even in the midst of this extreme act. She felt her sister's cunt grinding on her thigh and knew Meghan was turned on by the whole affair. Meghan, as if sensing Jenny's state of mind, reached out with her hands, wrapped one around Jenny's back and pulled her closer, then began massaging one of Jenny's breasts, pinching and twisting the sensitive nipple every so slightly. Jenny moaned and stared directly into Seven's cold, disapproving eyes and gave in. She swallowed the entire mouthful of chunky diarrhea and came instantly, gushing female ejaculate all over her sister's flexed thigh.

Feeling her sister's orgasm and realizing what Jenny must have just done, Meghan lost her control and came, too, harder than she ever had in her life! The two sisters screamed their muffled shrieks of pleasure into Seven's cunt an ass simultaneously.

"Much better," Seven complimented them and resumed squirting her liquid shit into Jenny's now-empty mouth, "Now be sure to keep up, it seems to be quite runny and there is a lot of it. I suppose I shouldn't have eaten quite so much of Neelix's 'chili'." 

Jenny groaned as she finally recognized the taste. She had eaten some of Neelix's chili at Mexicano Night, herself, and had horrible runs for an hour afterward. Now, she was being forced to eat it again, only having been recycled through Seven's digestive system first.

Suddenly, Jenny's stomach revolted, it couldn't take it anymore! Without warning, she found herself barfing up some of the shit she'd already managed to choke down, some of it shooting up into Seven's loose asshole due to overflow - her mouth was FULL of diarrhea and vomit, the rest had to go *somewhere*! Jenny groaned, relieved to have vomited, but nauseated by the fact that a mouthful of it was sitting in her mouth, forcing her to taste it.

"Crewman Delaney!!!" Seven yelled, now seriously pissed-off, "You will desist with this disobedient behavior immediately! Swallow that vomit back down!"

Meghan had heard Jenny wretch and could only imagine the terrible situation her sister was in. She had started to get a little bit jealous that Jenny was getting such a dirtier experience out of this, but now she was glad she was in front!

Jenny gurgled and shook her head at the order from Seven, there was no way she was going to be able to swallow back down the putrid mixture of vomit and diarrhea in her mouth.

Seven's eyes narrowed to slits in anger at Jenny's disobedience. She let go of Meghan's head with her other hand (Meghan had long since needed to be forced to keep her mouth glued to Seven's cunt) and reached back and squeezed Jenny's nose, cutting off her air supply.

"SWALLOW." Seven ordered her once again, the power and anger in her voice unmistakable.

Jenny panicked. She couldn't breathe and hadn't even had a chance to inhale a decent lungful before Seven had pinched her nose. She couldn't imagine that Seven would actually let her suffocate, but who knew what the Borg were capable of - they had no compassion, no concern for human life, that was obvious. She had no choice. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and concentrated on the task - she gulped down the disgusting cocktail of her own vomit and Seven's Mexican-food diarrhea. She fought the strong urge to throw up again, knowing it would just lead to having to drink it down once more.

To Jenny's surprise, once she had finished forcing herself to drink her own barf, Seven didn't resume shitting in her mouth! Surely she wasn't done already...?

"You are clearly incapable of executing your duties efficiently, Jennifer Delaney," Seven scolded her, "therefore, I relieve you of this responsibility - you do not deserve it."

Jenny couldn't believe it! Did Seven actually have some mercy, a soft side?

Seven suddenly turned around, shoved Jenny's mouth onto her cunt and resumed pissing, this time down Jenny's throat! She then reached back, grabbed a stunned Meghan and shoved her head back so that her mouth was forced open. Seven sat right on her open mouth and forcefully expelled the remainder of Jenny's vomit into her twin sister's mouth along with a generous helping of fresh diarrhea!

"Your sister will resume your duties," Seven declared.

Jenny couldn't believe what Seven had just done to Meghan! And she couldn't help creaming on her sister's leg at the revoltingly perverse concept!

For her part, Meghan found herself with a sudden mouthful of not just Seven's incredibly putrid diarrhea, but her own twin sister's puke, hot and steaming from having been stewing in Seven's colon for several minutes. Reflexively, she, herself, immediately threw up and added her own stomach contents to the mix.

"Meghan Delaney! You disappoint me," Seven admonished her.

Meghan, already sunken to the depths of depravity, was hurt by Seven's disappointment in her. She looked up into Seven's eyes and swallowed down the waste of all three of the women dutifully and without hesitation or resistance. She devoured it hungrily, grabbing at Seven's hips and gulping enthusiastically as Seven's eyebrow raised in surprised admiration and she let loose her torrent of liquefied turds into the hungry girl's ravenous mouth.

Now the two sisters were completely lost in their scatological debauchery. Seven no longer had to instruct them how to serve her, they were fully willing toilets - drinking down her piss and diarrhea and loving every second of it, masturbating themselves on each other's thighs.

Finally, after several more minutes of expelling her wastes, Seven felt better, nearly emptied out. By now, Jenny was eating Seven out passionately and Meghan was shoving her tongue up Seven's shit chute, desperate for more. Seven pulled herself away despite the groaning protestations of the twisted sisters.

But, to their pleasure, Seven seemingly had a little bit more for them.

"This part is... much firmer, open your mouth, Jennifer Delaney," Seven grunted as she squatted low to get the last of her "Mexcrement" out.

Jenny immediately put her mouth under Seven's twitching anus and opened wide, fingering herself in anticipation. Meghan moved close to get a good view of the action, she, too, masturbating like crazy. Seven unleashed a massive blast of foul flatulence that struck Jenny square in the face. But neither Jenny nor Meghan gagged or coughed anymore. Jenny simply licked her lips in yearning desire.

Seven's asshole began to bulge out - Jenny could see the tip of a wide, hard stool, struggling to be free from the tight confines of Seven's bowels! Jenny could see corn wedged in it, and the obscenity of the sight just turned her on more! 

Seven strained and slowly, slowly, her anus began to dilate to accommodate the humongous turd and Jenny opened wide to do the same. Meghan stopped masturbating, grabbed Seven's cheeks and spread them as far as she could to help out.

Then it came. Meghan stared, wide-eyed as it forced its way out of Seven's rectum and directly into her twin sister's gaping maw. Sluggishly, at first, its width seemingly increasing with every inch that slid into Jenny's eager mouth, then it began to come out faster and faster. Meghan saw chunks of onion and peppers in there, as well as the corn! Seven must have barely chewed Neelix's "Mexicano Surprise"!

Jenny fit as much as she could in her mouth, but the massive log had already lodged itself in the back of her throat and was now sticking out of her mouth by at least three inches, and it was still coming! By the time it was done, Seven had dropped nearly 14 inches of hard, thick crap into Jenny's mouth! No wonder Seven had so much gas Meghan thought sizing up the beast of a shit that the Borg bitch had just expelled.

Meghan licked Seven's stretched-out browneye hungrily, pulling out a couple small chunks of firm turdlettes, one of which had some sweet corn in it. It tasted foul, but sweet and spicy at the same time. She chewed it up and swallowed it down quickly, then turned to her sister, whose shit-stuffed face was the hottest thing she'd ever seen. She jumped on her twin and buried the other end of Seven's towering turd in her own mouth so deep that the sisters' lips touched. They chewed and licked and swallowed and kissed and shared Seven's tremendous shit with total abandon, their arms and legs coiled around each other, rubbing their red, swollen cunts on each other's thighs as they devoured their nasty feast, moaning and groaning like animals.

Seven stood above them as her nanites reconstructed her work uniform. She looked down at the two sisters who were lost in degenerate lust, rutting like beasts.

"I find this simultaneous expulsion of waste to be quite efficient," she informed them, "I will require your joint services again. Regularly." And with that, she left, leaving the two sisters writhing on the floor in a scatological orgy of gluttonous rapture and depraved ecstasy. 

*****

"The Hot Date", Part 1

*****

Later that day, Harry was in the Mess Hall ordering some food. He was starving after his "reunion" encounter with Tom and B'Elanna. He thought it would never end. Of course, he was pretty full of their cum, but he needed some real food, badly. Having to play along and be so energetic took a lot out of him. 

As he waited for his food, he looked around and was surprised to see Tom sitting a couple tables away! And, if Harry wasn't mistaken, it looked like Tom was staring right at his ass lasciviously! Harry squirmed and mentally urged the replicator to work faster. Finally his food appeared and he grabbed his tray and attempted to slip out and eat back in his quarters.

"Hey, Harry, where ya goin'?" Tom called out to him. Harry stopped in his tracks and looked back. Tom was waving him over. Harry figured he had to keep up appearances or Tom might start to suspect the truth.

"Come on over here and join me!" Tom invited.

Harry looked around for an excuse, but found none, so he reluctantly walked over and sat with Tom. He was appalled to catch a glance of a noticeable erection in Tom's lap as he sat down.

"Long time, no see, buddy!" Tom slapped him on the back, "Seven of Nine's been keeping ya busy, hunh?"

Harry nodded but avoided eye contact. He wasn't sure he could ever look Tom in the eyes again after their little morning holodeck session.

"Yeah, but in all the wrong ways, am I right?" Tom nudged Harry in the ribs with his elbow.

Harry merely grimaced and started eating.

"Hey, Harry, what's the matter, Bud? Something got you down?" Tom asked, honestly concerned.

"No," Harry managed to speak in a raspy voice. B'Elanna's merciless face-fucking had taken a toll on his vocal chords. The Doctor told him he'd be fine (after chiding him for being to eager with his food and trying to swallow too much at once - citing the esophageal and anal trauma as evidence of improperly chewed food). It would just take a few visits to repair the damage gradually.

"Oh, laryngitis, sorry, dude," Tom backed off, "that sucks, I know how that feels."

Harry seriously doubted that. He picked up his banana, peeled it and started eating it. After a couple bites of uncharacteristic silence, he looked over at Tom and saw his friend watching him eat the banana intently, watching it go in and out of his mouth, wrapping his lips around it. Harry immediately put down the banana and decided to eat something else on his plate that would be less distracting.

Tom snapped out of his trance and seemed to remember something, "Hey, tell me, you get lucky with Seven, yet?" Tom leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially, "that is one HOT piece of ASS!"

Harry glared at Tom and resumed eating.

"Hey, hey, okay, I get it, I guess she's just not your type," Tom shrugged, "but if you're not going to chase that tail, then I'm staking my claim right now!"

"Be my guest," Harry rasped, wishing him luck hoping that maybe Tom would finally get off *his* ass... literally.

"Well, to be honest, I'm pretty busy in that department as it is," Tom bragged, obviously wanting Harry to ask for details.

"I know, you and B'Elanna are quite a couple," Harry said flatly.

"Well, actually... I've met someone new!" Tom again whispered, looking around to make sure nobody overheard.

"Really?" Harry perked up, his hopes of escaping from his kinky Hell finally getting a boost.

"Oh yeah, I've got a hot date with her tonight!" Tom nodded.

"That's great!" Harry exclaimed honestly.

"Yeah, and let me tell you, man, this bitch is HOT, I mean she is ready to GO!" Tom explained.

"Uh, good," Harry was getting a bit uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation, "but, uh... what about B'Elanna, won't she be pissed?"

"What, B'Elanna?" Tom shook his head, "No, no, she totally understands... she and I, we have an... 'open' relationship, you know?"

"Really, uh... that's good, I guess..." Harry wasn't sure what to think.

"Well, okay, I'll confess, it's not a real chick... it's a holoprogram," Tom confided, "But, man, let me tell you, this is the most realistic, best holo-fuck I've ever had."

Harry had a sinking feeling he already knew who this hot date was. He decided to test Tom, just in case, "Uh, great, wow... hey, can I get a copy of that program, it sounds... um, hot."

Tom suddenly got uncomfortable himself and leaned back, floundering for an answer, "Uh, actually, um, no, sorry, uh... I don't think so... I mean, you wouldn't like her, she's not your taste, you know?"

"Why not?" Harry prodded.

"Well, she's really kinky, and very aggressive, not your type, you know?" Tom tried to make a convincing argument, "you like the more shy, quiet type, like yourself. This one's too wild for you, no offense."

Harry shook with anger and disgust, "you make me sick," he muttered.

"Hey, buddy! No reason to get personal, here!" Tom was offended, "I'm just telling you for your own good, you wouldn't last two seconds with this filthy whore! She's dirtier than the sleaziest slut you'd find in Vega V's sin pits, and *I* would know! This whore would, and *will* do ANYTHING, know what I mean? I mean, I've seen *animals* with more self-respect than this dirty cum dumpster-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Harry shouted as he stood up. His throat instantly inflamed in sharp pain from his outburst and he stormed out of the Mess Hall to see the Doctor again, oblivious of all the people staring at him for his outburst.

"Jeez," Tom snorted, "What a jerk!" Tom didn't like being publicly humiliated like that, so he resolved to take out his anger on his holo-Harry that night.

* * *

In the corridor, Harry strode through the ship in an awkward gait, his ass still sore from the brutal buttfucking his "best buddy" had inflicted on him this morning. He heard an attractive red-headed crewwoman snicker to her pretty blonde friend, pointing at his funny walk.

"What the fuck are you two looking at!?" he sneered and kept walking. He was so enraged, he didn't see Captain Janeway and nearly knocked her over.

"Ensign!" Janeway shouted as she fell back.

"Oh, Captain, I'm sorry, I didn't see you!" Harry whispered raspily, flustered and embarrassed, helping Janeway back to her feet.

"What's the matter with you, Ensign?" Janeway asked pointedly as she stood back up and straightened out her uniform.

"Uh, nothing, Captain, I was just on my way to the Sickbay," he explained.

"Ah, laryngitis, of course," Janeway nodded, "One thing, though, Ensign, that I think I should be the one to tell you."

"What?"

"Well, it's about Marlin-" Janeway began.

"Marlin? Wait, she went down with you to Yasmina-" Harry blurted.

"Yes, but-" Janeway tried to respond.

"Did something happen to her? Where is she? Is she all right?!!" Harry became hysterical so Janeway slapped him firmly across the face, "OW!!"

"Shut up, Ensign, get a hold of yourself!" Janeway ordered him. Harry heard the attractive red-haired crewwoman snicker as she and he friend passed them, "Marlin is fine. *More* than fine, actually. But she's not coming back."

"What?!" Harry exclaimed, "I.. I don't understand...?"

Janeway pulled Harry aside into a conference room and sat him down, trying to be gentle with him.

"Ensign... *Harry*... sometimes people fall out of love, and... well, eventually they move on. Marlin... met someone on Yasmina," Janeway tried to explain.

"What? NO! Who-?" Harry was flabbergasted. Marlin and he were perfect for each other!

"Well, to be frank.. the Prime Minister," Janeway admitted, "I was there, Harry, they're really, truly in love and... I think you should let it go, let her be happy, do you understand?"




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"This isn't happening..." Harry seemed to be in another world.

"Oh, Harry, it's not the end of the world, you'll meet someone else," Janeway playfully punched him in the arm, "there's plenty of fish in the sea, you'll see! You might even meet someone special right on this ship! Now that you're a free agent... why, I bet you've never even thought about the other women on this ship since you were so fixated on Marlin! I think you should go out there and take some chances, have some new experiences, live it up!"

"Marlin..." Harry mumbled to himself, still in shock.

"Good, now, if you need to see someone about this, you should talk to Inya, the counselor, she can help you through this," Janeway advised, "*and*..." she paused suggestively, "she's a *Deltan*!" she winked at Harry.

"Uh-huh... yeah..." Harry wasn't really listening.

Janeway stood up and put her hand on his shoulder, "One word of advice, though, Ensign... try to be a bit more... assertive," she squeezed his neck a little bit for emphasis, "women like a man who can take charge, you know? Someone who makes them feel... like a *woman*, know what I mean?"

"What?" Harry's poor brain was full of confusing, conflicting emotions.

"Just... don't be such a pussy, okay, Harry?" Janeway patted him on the head and walked out. She stopped just before the corridor and turned back around, "Oh, and I guess it goes without saying, but... Marlin says you're not invited to the wedding. Just letting you know. As you were."

And with that, Janeway left the room, leaving Harry lonelier and more confused than he had ever felt before.

*****

"Pooper Scooper", Part 1

*****

Kes was on her way to see Neelix in Sickbay. She'd heard something horrible had happened to him (again) while they were on Yasmina. As much as she found him annoying, she still felt bad for him. Normally, Janeway wouldn't let her walk the ship in plain view like this, but since Neelix was in some sort of coma, it was safe. Kes still felt bad that Neelix had to be kept under the illusion that she was dead, but it was the only way to get him to leave her alone. And Janeway was *very* possessive. It was either deceive him or have him shot out the nearest airlock.

Just as she rounded the corner into the corridor to Sickbay, her personal communicator (a decorative nipple piercing Janeway gave her) vibrated. The only person who called her on that was her Mistress. She stopped and stepped to the side of the corridor, making sure nobody saw as she exposed her left breast and whispered into it.

"Yes, Captain?" Kes inquired.

"Kes, why are you whispering?" Janeway demanded to know.

"I... I'm just, uh..." Kes was caught off-guard.

"Where are you?" Janeway asked.

"Uh... on my way to Si... uh... the Mess Hall," Kes lied.

"Really."

"... yes?" Kes more asked than confirmed.

"Funny that the ship's internal sensors show you in the corridor outside Sickbay," Janeway hissed, "Hey, isn't that where NEELIX is?!"

"Oh, am I? Sorry, Captain, just force of habit, you know, from assisting the Doctor, I must have gotten lost," Kes was perspiring, now, she new the Captain could tell when she was lying.

"Hungry are you?" Janeway sneered.

"Uh... yes..." Kes winced, knowing what Janeway had in mind.

"Well, good, then get your ass up here on the double, cunt!" Janeway ordered her loudly.

"Yes, Captain," Kes submitted.

"And strip," Janeway said, "NOW."

"What?" Kes was flabbergasted.

"Take off your clothes and leave them there," Janeway clarified, "Walk your scrawny ass up here bare naked so everyone can see what a fucking little slut you are."

Kes blushed bright red, but obeyed, "Y-yes, Mistress," she moaned as she disrobed and walked back around the corner - right into a group of crewmen who laughed and whistled, one of them slapping her on the ass sharply as she passed by.

* * *

Back in Janeway's quarters, Kes walked in and saw her Captain standing near the bedroom, looking livid. Her fists were tight and resting on her hips, her brow furrowed. She had her riding crop firmly clenched in one hand. Kes knew she was going to get punished, hard, for lying to her Captain. To her shame, the thought of it got her wet.

"Get your worthless ass over here, bitch!" Janeway motioned.

Kes lowered her head and obediently walked over to her Mistress. When she got close, Janeway reached out and violently grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the bedroom, taking Kes completely by surprise. Kes lost her balance and Janeway practically dragged her on her knees into the bedroom as Janeway swatted her ass several times with the riding crop.

Janeway stopped and pointed Kes' face toward the ground, "LOOK at this!!!" Janeway yelled.

Kes opened her eyes through the pain and saw what Janeway was pointing at. It was a huge pile of shit on the bedroom floor! This wasn't their usual routine, she thought, Janeway preferred to feed her directly from her ass. Was this some new ritual?

Just then, Pinganto came trotting in and Kes immediately understood what was going on.

Janeway put her riding crop under Kes' chin and nudged it up to make the slave girl look up at her and share her gaze. Tears welled in the submissive girl's eyes.

"Looks like your 'boyfriend' isn't housebroken, bitch!" Janeway smirked. She moved the riding crop to the top of Kes' head and pushed down, toward the pile of soft, foul animal shit, "you know what to do."

Kes let her head be lowered down to within a couple inches of the pile, but suddenly came to her senses and stopped, resisting the push of the riding crop.

Janeway scowled and immediately grabbed the back of Kes' head by her hair and shoved her face down at the pile of animal shit and rubbed her nose in it, "BAD DOG!!!"

Kes tried to resist, but got Pinganto's shit all over her nose, and some up in it, clogging her nostrils and filling her lungs with the stench of foul animal feces.

"Clean that mess up, you filthy animal!" Janeway ordered.

Kes hesitated for a second and Janeway immediately swung the riding crop at Kes' exposed ass as hard as she could, eliciting a sharp cry from the humiliated girl.

"AAAIOWW!!" Kes yelled just as Janeway stepped on the back of her head and shoved her face deep into the pile of Pinganto's excrement, forcing Kes to gobble a large mouthful of it.

"EAT, toilet, it's better than you deserve!" Janeway scolded her.

Kes cried as she gave in and resigned herself to the new, depraved act, in the name of love and obedience for her Mistress.

"That's better," Janeway grinned evilly. Then she looked at Pinganto who was watching, panting and erect, having caught the scent of Kes' moist, swollen cunt.

"Pinganto," Janeway called, getting the animal's attention. She turned and slapped the riding crop on Kes' bare ass and gave Pinganto a single, simple instruction, "FUCK."

Pinganto apparently understood the directive perfectly as he raced over and immediately mounted the prostate girl and instantly impaled her with his engorged, hot, dual sexual organs.

Kes groaned into the pile of Pinganto's shit as she felt him fill both of her holes with his generous twin endowments. She resumed devouring his intestinal "present" with newfound enthusiasm.

"Mmm, nature is so beautiful," Janeway mused liltingly as she watched the obscene act with unbridled deviant joy.

"Well, I'd love to stay and watch, but I'll just have to record it and watch it later," Janeway said as she checked her holo-recorder, "I have an appointment with the Doctor, I'll be back soon, don't worry."

Kes barely heard her, but wondered why Janeway needed to see the Doctor - she hoped everything was okay.

"I expect that floor to be spotless by the time I return," Janeway instructed and left Kes to her ordeal.

*****

"The Hot Date", Part 2

*****

Harry sat on the edge of his bed, still depressed and confused from the day's events. How could Marlin do this to him? How could she live without him? How did everything go so wrong?

He stood up and looked in the mirror. What was it about him that made him such an easy target? Was he a pussy? Why couldn't he stand up for himself?

He shook his head and stepped into the bathroom. He disrobed and turned on his sonic shower. It was soothing and helped take his mind off his problems. It reminded him of his first time with Marlin. He had been showering, and she walked in on him, totally naked, and seduced him. They made love in the shower. It was beautiful. Remembering it now made him hard. He reached down and grabbed his penis, allowing himself this small measure of pleasure, something he hadn't been able to enjoy for some time, now.

He felt a tingling and sensed a flickering light beyond his closed eyelids. He opened them to find himself in a completely different place. He looked around and saw he was in a movie theater! There were only a couple other people in the theater, scroungey looking men in hats and coats. The movie hadn't started yet. He felt a draft as a door at the back of the theater opened and looked down. He was wearing a skirt, again, this time a frilly white one with a pink poodle on it. Suddenly, a deep dread filled his mind as he remembered Tom's "hot date" he was supposed to have tonight.

Tom suddenly dropped in the seat next to him, a bucket of popcorn, a soda and a hotdog in his hands.

"Hey, baby," he whispered with a smile as he put one arm around Harry.

Harry was about to speak just as the movie began. He heard some sort of archaic guitar music, bouncy and cheap-sounding. He looked at the screen and was appalled at what he saw. It was an ancient 20th-century sex film known as a "porno". He remembered Tom trying to show them to Harry before. This one was called "Deep Throat".

"Your favorite movie, sweetie!" Tom whispered in his ear as the opening scene began.

Harry wanted to get up and run, but he was frozen with fear and indecision. Then Tom looked down and saw Harry's little pup tent in his poodle skirt, caused by his erection, left over from his shower reverie.

"Wow, I see it's working on you already!" Tom smiled.

Harry froze, realizing what Tom was talking about. He didn't know what to say.

"Come on, baby, whip it out, it's okay," Tom encouraged him, "people do this kind of thing here all the time!"

Harry remembered the "willing" reprogramming Torres faked in the previous session and decided he'd better play along. At least this didn't seem as bad as their other sessions. He dutifully pulled up his skirt, pulled down his frilly, flowery panties and showed Tom his hard, little dick.

"Aw, how cute," Tom snickered condescendingly, "go ahead, babe, jerk it for me."

Harry was humiliated, but he complied and began to stroke his cock under Tom's leering gaze.

On the screen, the woman started to suck the cock of a rather well-endowed, hairy guy. Harry was watching the screen, masturbating, actually enjoying the scene before him. Until that is, Tom grabbed his head by his fake blonde ponytail and shoved Harry's face down in his crotch!

Tom had gotten hard, too, and unzipped his jeans. He shoved his engorged cock down Harry's throat and pistoned Harry's head up and down on his fuckstick mercilessly.

"Mmm, yeah, babe, you put this bitch to shame!" Tom complimented Harry as he made him deep-throat his throbbing member, "Hey, who told you to stop jerking off, you faggot! Come on, stroke it! I won't cum until you do, I promise!"

Harry regained his senses and managed to fumble and find his own dick and resumed stroking it to appease Tom. He didn't want to endure this mouthrape treatment any longer than necessary.

"Here, maybe this will turn you on a little more, you fucking whore," Tom hissed as he took the still-warm, greasy fat, long sausage from its bun and shoved it up Harry's exposed ass, forcing it all the way inside, past his sphincter, sealing it in there. 

Harry groaned loudly as he felt the meat slide up inside him. He kept pulling his pud as Tom hammered his throat.

"Come on, you fucking faggot, you know you love this, jerk that little dick of yours, you wimp!" Tom got nasty, "I wanna see you cum, bitch! Show me how much you love choking on my cock!"

Harry stroked faster and finally felt himself going over the edge, despite the humiliation of his situation. He moaned and groaned and couldn't take it anymore. He came and screamed on Tom's cock, his cum dribbling down all over his hand, oozing out rather than shooting out like Tom's jizz, which was now shooting down his gullet, filling Harry's gut.

"AW, FUCK, YEAH! YOU FUCKING FAGGOT COCKSUCKER!!!" Tom screamed as he exploded in Harry's abused mouth, unleashing a healthy wad into the defiled jizzbucket that was his best friend.

Harry felt Tom's throbbing cock twitching and pulsing in his throat as Tom enjoyed the aftershocks of his bone-shaking orgasm. Slowly, gingerly, Tom pulled Harry off his manmeat, shuddering when Harry's tongue or lips would brush against the still-sensitive head. Harry had drool and mucus hanging out of his gaping mouth, forming a sick slime-bridge between his throat and the shaft of Tom's tool.

Tom then picked Harry up and carried him to the aisle and threw him down on the floor. Harry was surprised and had no idea what Tom was up to.

"Get that sausage out of your ass, faggot!" Tom ordered Harry as he tore off his underwear, exposing his stuffed ass.

Harry looked back at Tom trying to figure out what was going on.

Tom yanked him up by his hair and made him squat, "shit that fucking thing out of there, you stupid fucking shitheel!"

Harry obeyed and pushed hard, straining to force the big, fat, greasy sausage back out past his sphincter. He let out a few embarrassing farts before he finally felt it slip through his assring and start to make its way out, to his relief. He fell forward to his knees from the exertion and let himself breathe again.

Tom had caught the shat-out sausage in the bun and dropped to his knees behind Harry and shoved him down, face-first in the aisle.

"Now that you're all nice and lubed-up, fuckhole-" Tom sneered as he plunged his still-raging prick all the way in, deep into Harry's traumatized shithole.

Harry tensed up and yelled out, only to have the crap-covered sausage he'd just squeezed out shoved down his throat! His eyes flew open in shock and horror and he screamed and bucked, but Tom's firm hand over his mouth held the sausage lodged in his mouth. Tom pounded his tender, hairless ass mercilessly and he tasted his own shit on the fat sausage. His saliva mixed with the brown coating and ran down his distended throat, forcing him to involuntarily swallow his own fecal matter!

This punishment went on for another half an hour as Tom pummeled his sphincter into submission and talked dirty into Harry's ear, calling him all sorts of filthy names and verbally abusing him in a constant stream of profanities. He ordered Harry to chew and consume the entire sausage and told him he was going to keep fucking his ass until Harry finished his "treat". Over thirty minutes later, Harry finally managed to swallow the last bite of shit-streaked sausage and opened his mouth to prove it to his rapist. Tom yanked Harry's head sideways as he rammed him from behind to see the proof of Harry's debasement for himself. The sight of Harry's empty mouth and the thought of what he'd just done sent Tom over the top and he screamed and roared as he ground his throbbing pole balls-deep into Harry's battered cornhole as he blasted a copious load of spunk deep up into Harry's intestines.

Harry laid there, exhausted, beaten and defeated. He didn't even flinch as Tom pulled out leaving his gaping asshole quivering and nearly overflowing with semen. He didn't protest as Tom plugged Harry's ass with his torn flowery panties, to keep the cum in there. He didn't even wince as Tom pulled him back up to his knees by his ponytail, and he simply knelt there as Tom slid his semi-rigid, dung-dripping dick into Harry's mouth and slowly face-fucked him, making Harry clean the cum and ass-sauce from the swollen phallus that had just punished his rectum so savagely.

Tom handed Harry the still-shitty sausage bun, "Jerk off in this, faggot," Tom ordered.

Harry didn't resist, there was no point, now, he was thoroughly conquered. He slid his meager member into the slimy bun and began to whack off absent-mindedly.

Tom smiled at his work. He'd really outdone himself this time. He was surprised he had it in him, but the holdeck had a way of loosening one's inhibitions. He could do whatever he wanted to this holo-Harry and he didn't have to worry about his feelings or morality or decency or guilt. In fact, he thought as Harry was suckling the last few drops of jizz from his cockhead, why hold back at all? Why not go all the way and really do whatever he wanted to this inhuman object of his lust?

Tom relaxed his bladder and let loose a hot flood of strong, yellow piss right into Harry's used mouth. Harry just took it, only looking up into Tom's eyes with a defeated, subjugated look of utter helplessness. Tom beamed at the feeling of total control, the potent drug of utter dominance over his depraved victim thrilled him to his core. As he felt his urine emptying out of his main vein and heard Harry gulping it down into his belly, Tom knew he'd found the perfect slave and wondered how he'd ever gotten by without feeling this kind of ecstasy.

As he guzzled his best friend's golden drink, Harry was surprised to feel his tiny cock hardening. Was he actually getting turned on by this? Had he actually, finally sunken that low? The feeling was undeniable, he was actually getting aroused, he had an ass full of spunk, a belly full of piss and shit-sausage and he was jerking off in a crap-covered hot dog bun... and he was liking it.

Harry couldn't hold out any longer, he was a degenerate faggot and he couldn't deny it any more, he jerked and groaned and shoved his head forward onto Tom's cock, shoving it to the back of his throat and guzzling his hot piss straight down his throat voraciously as he exploded into the soiled hot dog bun, cumming harder and more than he ever had before. He was simultaneously disgusted and enraptured by the experience.

Tom pulled out and Harry fell forward a little bit, not having his friend's cock to hold his head up.

Tom held Harry's jaw in his hand and looked into his eyes. Harry slowly came out of his depraved faggot 

bliss haze and focused on Tom's eyes which were full of superiority and disdain. Tom then grabbed the cum-soaked, shit-streaked hot dog bun and shoved it in Harry's mouth for him to consume.

"You're such a fucking pussy, Harry," Tom sneered and pushed him to the floor and walked out of the holodeck.

Harry laid there chewing on his gift, writhing in utter lechery. As the multiple streams of bum-piss filled his mouth from the four scroungey theater-goers standing over him, he chewed and swallowed and moaned and started jerking off once more, completely lost in debauched, filthy rapture.

*****

"Pooper Scooper", Part 2

*****

Pinganto snored loudly in Kes' sensitive ears, drooling on her face. He'd collapsed on her after his fifth climax and had been sound asleep for over an hour.

Kes was still awake, unable to sleep. She had long since finished consuming Pinganto's ample pile of shit and licked the floor sparkling clean. She, herself, has lost count of her multiple orgasms under Pinganto's bestial treatment. She couldn't deny it, sex with Pinganto was the most intense, pleasurable experience she'd ever had. Even now, with his semi-swollen dual members still lodged in her asshole and pussy, Kes was still aroused.

How could she be so perverted? How could she lust after... after an *animal*? What was wrong with her? *Was* there anything really wrong with it, after all? So what if she was in love with an animal? The Universe is a vast, wide wonder, full of all kinds of variations and bizarre ways of life. Surely, somewhere, her perversion might even be normal...?




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Maybe it was just the "first time" crush? Pinganto wasn't the first one to make her cum (that would be Janeway), but he *was* the first to ever penetrate her pussy, and certainly the first to cum inside her! Before him, she'd only fooled around with Neelix (never getting to any actual sex) and Janeway (who had orally and anally penetrated her with dildos and strap-ons, but never in her cunt). Then it hit Kes... her *first* time was with a... an animal?! She really was a disgusting whore, she thought.

"Well, Kes, it seems like you did a spick and span job on Pinganto's mess!" Janeway nodded approvingly, having entered the room unnoticed by Kes, "Maybe I won't have to housebreak him after all, what with you around to clean up after him!"

Kes simply looked down in shame and flushed beet red.

Pinganto stirred and yawned. He got off of Kes and pulled out with a sick-sounding wet double "pop" and slipped away into the adjoining room.

Janeway saw the thick pools of chingador cum pooled up in Kes' two gaping, stretched-out holes, "Well, Kes, I see you like it 'ruff'!" She chuckled at her own bad joke.

Kes groaned and rolled over on her back. Janeway threw a pink frilly satin dress down on her.

"Okay, get dressed, we're going to be late," she instructed the exhausted Ocampan.

"What?" Kes looked at the dress. It didn't look like her usual skimpy see-through slip or bondage gear.

"The wedding, slave, now hop to it!" Janeway sighed in mock annoyance, "I have to give away the Bride and can't be late because your lazy ass would rather sit around being DP'ed by space dog!"

Kes' muscles ached as she pulled the dress on and followed Janeway out of the bedroom. She had meant to ask Janeway how her appointment had gone, but forgot in the rush.

*****

"Expecting The Unexpected", Part 1

*****

On Yasmina, a lone figure slipped between the large pillars that lined either side of the Prime Minister's main corridor. The figure deftly avoided the patrols of Amazonian she-male guards and made its way toward its goal - the Bridal suite!

Waiting until all the attendants had left, the figure swept into the Bride's room as the door was closing.

Inside, Harry looked around and saw her - Marlin was sitting at a vanity, checking her hair and make-up one last time. She was absolutely stunning. Harry had never seen her so beautiful. Her dress was perfectly cut - ornate and regal, yet form-fitting and flesh-baring in just the right combination to make her an irresistible figure of femininity. Her hair was up in a loose bun that accentuated the sensual line of her neck and framed the classic beauty of her fair features perfectly. Her amber eyes seemed to luminesce with a light all their own, her full, elegant lips were wet, red, and inviting.

He knew he had to have her back, he would bring her to her senses and win her back and take her back to Voyager and marry her. He would face Torres and Tom and tell them to leave him alone *or else*! It was time to take back control of his life.

"What the fuck are YOU doing here?!" Marlin sneered as she saw his reflection in her mirror, "I thought Janeway told you that you weren't invited?!"

"Marlin! Listen, it's me, Harry, you've got to come to your senses, here, this isn't what you want-" Harry began.

"Hah! Like you'd know what *I* want... or *any* woman, for that matter!" Marlin scoffed.

"What? Marlin, listen, I know these past couple years haven't been quite... quite right," Harry pleaded, "But I can make it up to you!"

"Harry, don't waste your breath-" Marlin interrupted.

"NO! No, listen, Marlin, honey, what we had was great, we can-" Harry blathered.

"Great?! Harry, there was no 'we', there was me and there was you desperately trying, and failing, to satisfy me," Marlin's words stung like slaps to the face, "You never even got me wet, Harry."

"WHAT?!" Harry protested, "What about that time in the shower when you-"

"Harry, you came in 5 seconds flat and I barely touched you," Marlin rolled her eyes, "I faked mine just to get you to stop fumbling around looking for my clit. Once you were asleep, I slipped out and paid a visit to the struts and hooked up with a well-hung Ktarian and that Orion hunk from Security."

Harry was speechless. "The struts" were the largely empty rooms in the lowest deck of the ship where the landing struts were housed. Late at night, after duty shifts, the low-class, thrill-seeking scum of the ship (mostly former-Maquis) would congregate down there for random, anonymous, consequence-free kinky sex. Naturally, he avoided it like the plague. To think that the most romantic, beautiful night of his life was... DEFILED by Marlin sullying herself with such filth.... he just couldn't believe it!

"Marlin... you... no!" Harry whimpered.

"And I'll tell you one more thing, Harry," Marlin stood up and adopted a cold, haughty demeanor, "I'm PREGNANT."

"WHAT...!"

"Yes, that's right. One fucking amazing night with Jasmine and she knocked me up like champ!" Marlin bragged, "We were trying for *months* and you could barely even manage to dribble out a few drops of cum. JASMINE's magnificent cock not only made me scream like a Firesian Banshee, it impregnated me on the first try... something you could NEVER do."

"Marlin... WHY?" Harry sobbed.

"Goodbye, Harry," Marlin began to walk past him.

"NO!!!" Harry grabbed her arm, "I'm not going to let you go, I deserve another chance!!!"

Marlin sighed, "GUARDS!" she called out.

Harry let go and panicked. As the doors slid open, he reached for his commbadge to call for an immediate beam-out, but it wasn't there. He looked up and saw Marlin holding it, teasingly. She was flanked by five tall, muscular she-male Imperial Guards, each one at least a head taller than Harry.

"Girls, have your way with Harry," Marlin smirked, "I don't care what you do to him, just don't let him leave this room until the ceremony's over - I don't want this pathetic faggot ruining my beautiful wedding!"

Marlin slipped out as the five salivating statuesque she-males stalked Harry. He backed up, sizing up his opponents, looking for routes of escape. He decided to take the direct route and charge through the center and out the door. Before he could even enact his idiotic plan, though, he was tackled from behind, had his uniform torn off in 5 seconds flat, and was impaled on over 60 inches of she-male cock within 30 seconds.

Harry struggled with all his might, but he was completely overpowered. He had no hope of escape, he would be raped viciously by five angry Imperial Guards while the knocked-up love of his life married a she-male.

* * *

Janeway walked back down the aisle after handing Marlin off to Jasmine and took her seat next to Kes. As the two beautiful women exchanged their vows, her thoughts drifted to Kes. She turned and gazed at her, examining her delicate, elfish, innocent features, her cute profile, her soft, smiling lips, her long, flowing blonde hair... She really, truly loved her slave, and wanted to be with her forever.

Kes felt Janeway's eyes on her and looked over at her Mistress. She smiled at the warmth and love she saw in Janeway's eyes. She welled up at the feeling of true love between them, the tears of joy streaming gently down her rosy cheeks. Janeway reached up and wiped the tears away with her fingers. Kes rested her head on Janeway's shoulder and was surprised (but turned on) to feel Janeway snaking her hand up Kes' leg to her crotch and using her tears of joy to wet the Ocampan's clit and rub her off in the middle of the wedding ceremony! She closed her eyes and enjoyed it, sighing softly at her Captain's expert ministrations.

*****

"Expecting The Unexpected", Part 2

*****

Back in Janeway's quarters, Kes and Janeway couldn't get their clothes off fast enough. They'd stayed at the reception the bare minimum amount of time to be polite, then immediately beamed back up.

Janeway got impatient with Kes' frilly dress and tore it off and threw the naked Kes down on the bed. Kes smiled sensuously at Janeway's passion and dominance.

Janeway then reached into a drawer and pulled out a white corset & bustier as well as white garters and stockings. She threw them down on the bed, pulled Kes to her and kissed her long and deep, probing Kes' delicate mouth with her writhing tongue. She then put up a finger instructing Kes to wait and disappeared into her walk-in closet.

Kes put on the outfit (which left her pussy, breasts and ass exposed) and also saw a veil in the pile. She got the idea, a little costume play after the wedding. She stood in the mirror and admired how her lithe, delicate body looked in the get-up, innocent and slutty at the same time. She liked it.

In the mirror behind her, she saw Janeway step up behind her. Her hair was slicked back and she was in a full tuxedo, with bow-tie, cummerbund and cufflinks, the whole nine yards! Kes thought she looked absolutely dashing.

Janeway stood behind Kes and wrapped her arms around her, kissing her neck while massaging her exposed breast and sliding her other hand down to Kes' wet, hot hairless cunt. Kes moaned in ecstasy as Janeway seduced her expertly, making her body tingle with every caress, every kiss, every bite.

Janeway took off her jacket and began nibbling on Kes' sensitive ears and reached to her pants to undo the zipper and drop them to the floor. Kes writhed and moaned as Janeway licked and teased her ears as only she knew how. Then Janeway stopped, grabbed Kes' jaw with one hand and held up Kes' left hand with the other. She reached down and produced an ornate, elegant ring from her vest coat pocket. It was made of pure gold-pressed latinum and had an exquisitely beautiful Ketterite "rainbow" diamond mounted on a 6-point crown. Janeway put her lips to Kes' ear and whispered raspily:

"I'm going to FUCK you."

Kes stared into Janeway's eyes. As her Captain slid the ring onto her ring finger, Kes felt a long, hard, hot cock slide between her legs into her wet, dripping cunt! She cried out in pleasure and surprise - this was no dildo, this was a living, throbbing, warm-blooded, real penis! To her further amazement, the cock swelled up inside her, as if it was a chingador's cock, inflating inside her in order to not be dislodged! She didn't ask how or why or what, all she could do was mewl in delight and brace herself against the mirror.

Janeway slammed into Kes' tight, smooth pussy with all her might, grunting and groaning in exertion and desire. She pulled Kes' head sideways and French-kissed her forcibly, their desperate, searching tongues entangled in a dance of sheer longing.

The Captain fucked Kes up against the mirror roughly, hammering her from behind with such force and pace that the dresser rattled and everything fell off of it. Kes' tender, small breasts were flattened against the mirror and she braced herself against the cool glass with all her strength. Janeway was like a woman possessed.

Drilling Kes for nearly fifteen minutes in this position, Janeway finally started to groan and yell into Kes' mouth, their lips still sealed, their tongues still entwined. Kes, felt Janeway's cock get even harder and starting to pulsate in preparation for the explosion to come - a sensation Kes had learned to recognize from her numerous run-ins with Pinganto.

Then both women lost themselves in total abandon and came with such fervor that they would have sworn they'd woken up the entire deck, screaming and crying out in ecstasy, Janeway's cock unloading it's very first, generous, hot river of spunk deep into Kes' eager womb.

Both women rode out their orgasms for several minutes, then collapsed against the wall. Janeway's cock was still swollen and stuck up inside Kes' quivering cunt. Kes smiled blissfully, in such rapture that she still hadn't thought to ask when and how Janeway had suddenly grown a cock.

Janeway broke Kes' daze by picking up the petite alien girl under her knees and carrying her over to the bed, impaled on her engorged rod. She put her on the bed, on her hands and knees, then expertly turned her over, staying deep inside her the whole time. She laid down on Kes, face to face with her slave girl.

"Oh, Captain..." Kes sighed, "How... what...?"

"My visit to The Doctor was *more* than just a simple check-up," Janeway grinned, "I had him make a small... *upgrade* to my plumbing."

"You... why?" Kes asked, not wanting to sound ungrateful.

"I did it for you, Kes," Janeway explained tenderly, "after I saw how happy Marlin and Jasmine were, I knew I wanted that with you, I wanted to give you what I couldn't before, I wanted to be able to *fill* you."

"Oh, Captain," Kes was genuinely touched, "thank you..."

"And I made it a chingador dick for just a little extra kink," Janeway leered at Kes lasciviously, "I saw how much you like animal cock."

Kes blushed, still ashamed of herself, but undeniably turned-on, "But, how did you convince The Doctor to do this, I would think this would be against his ethical-"

"Oh, I had a little help from Seven," Janeway explained, "Just a little program to bypass his ethical subroutines and erase his short-term memory, nothing damaging."

Kes smiled, then suddenly realized something, her eyes widening with concern, "Oh, but, Captain! You mean you won't... you gave up being able to ever have children... just for me?!"

"Don't be silly, Kes," Janeway smiled, "I can still have children."

"But... how?" Kes was confused.

"Or, I should say, I can still MAKE children!" Janeway grinned as she started slowly sliding her fully erect and ready animal cock in and out of Kes' fully-packed pussy suggestively.

Kes' eyes widened even more as she understood Janeway's intention and she tipped her head back and moaned softly as Janeway made love to her once more.

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"Expecting The Unexpected", Part 3

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"Captain's Log, Supplemental. While we left a crewman behind on Yasmina, we've gained valuable information on the wormhole Ensign Miya had detected. Yasmina's Interstellar Science Administration provided us with the gravimetric harmonic frequency necessary to stabilize the wormhole for safe passage and, during the past three days it took us to reach the wormhole, Seven of Nine has completed the calculations. It should cut a few weeks out of our lengthy detour around B'omar space."

In the holodeck, Torres had Harry bent over a theater chair as she roughly packed his fudge. Before them played out a full holographic recreation of Tom and Harry's solo "date" in that theater four days ago. Harry was forced to watch as Torres was holding his head forward while the ass-rammed him.

"Oh, FUCK, that is so hot, give it to him, Tom! Make him eat that shitty sausage, shit YEAH!" this was at least the tenth time Torres had buttslammed Harry while watching the recording, always cheering Tom on.

Harry groaned through the gag as B'Elanna unleashed her massive load of steaming-hot Klingon spunk deep in his bowels.

B'Elanna kept pounding his ass through her bone-rattling orgasm, her feral howl echoing in the Holodeck, and kept drilling Harry's ass deeply long after the last of her many semen shots had fired up his colon.

Harry groaned through his cock-gag, sweaty and sore from the extreme workout. Torres had not only gotten rougher and nastier since their sessions began, but she can last longer now than ever before and seems to have to wait less and less time before being hard & horny again. And her cock had definitely gradually gotten larger and larger with each passing day, one of the advantages of having a holo-cock. 

Not to mention her balls - they were positively massive - great pendulous bags of manhood sagging between her powerful thighs, slapping his ass and legs with each forceful thrust. And there was a purpose to their size - form followed function, after all. Torres had really gone overboard with maximizing her ejaculate volume. At first, she kept it fairly reasonable - for a Klingon... just a few tablespoons. Now, she unloads fully two pints of thick, viscous Klingon cum (sometimes as much as half a gallon). It burns his throat and tongue and asshole when it hits his insides. It takes her at least fifteen contractions to unload the full contents of her massive testicles. Harry recalled how (appropriately) she called him her "little spermbank".

Torres collapsed on top of Harry, her heavy breasts pushing into his back. Before him, the theater Bums were just now using him as a urinal. Torres rested her head on one hand beside Harry's and watched, running her other hand's fingers through his sweaty, short, spiky hair.

"MMmm, how did that bum piss taste, cockgobbler?" Torres mused, "I should have thought of that before, Tom sure is kinkier than I thought."

Torres' massive Kock, still mostly erect and buried deep inside Harry's poop chute, involuntarily spasmed and Harry moaned as he felt another several ounces of alien jizz pouring into his intestines.

Torres chuckled and Harry's reaction, so she purposely flexed her holodick a couple more times, making Harry wince each time, "Hehe... you like that, Harry? You feel my cum seeping into your faggot guts?"

Harry nodded obediently.

"Did I ever tell you how I programmed my cum?" Torres smiled evilly.

Harry shook his head and looked at her.

"I searched our records for the ten most virile Klingon warriors in history - each one ejaculated at least two pints of cum, there's an ancient contest Klingon males perform to prove their manhood based on their volume of cum," Torres educated Kim on ancient Klingon virility rituals, "These ten Klingons raped thousands of women across the Galaxy, fathering an estimated 100,000 children altogether."

Harry groaned as Torres squeezed off another large dollop of burning Klingon jizz in his ass.

"You know Harry, I give you one of these Klingon sperm enemas at least two or three times a day," B'Elanna thought with kinky speculation, "those Klingon warriors were so virile, I bet I could even get *you* pregnant!"

Harry's eyes widened in panic.

"Mmm, yeah, you like that idea, don't you?" Torres sneered sadistically, "Yeah, I'm going to make you my Klingon baby-making BITCH, Harry! I'm gonna increase the potency and volume of this cum until you give me a big, strong, fierce Klingon baby!"

Harry shut his eyes and shook his head, pleading with her to have some mercy on him, but she had already gotten turned on by the thought, her humongous Kock already re-inflated to full size, she slowly started pumping his ass again, starting the one-hour process of building up to unleash another load of Klingon baby-making batter into his distended belly.

Harry sobbed as the holorecording looped and started over from the beginning. Not only could he not get Marlin pregnant, not only had she become pregnant by another woman, but this dominant bitch was going to impregnate *him* with some kind of Klingon super-spunk! He really had hit rock bottom. Or so he thought (but that's a story for another episode...)

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"Expecting The Unexpected", Part IV

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Kes felt bad that she had been back on the ship for nearly a week and still hadn't found time to visit Neelix in the infirmary. But between Janeway and Pinganto constantly fucking her brains out, and having to do toilet services for the *both* of them, the time had just flown by.

But she was here, now, and she stood beside Neelix's prone unconscious form. He looked peaceful, and she felt bad for him... but, somehow, she didn't feel upset or sad that he was in this condition. If anything, she just felt pity for him.

Kes noticed The Doctor staring at her out of the corner of her eye.

"Doctor?" Kes queried.

"Oh," The Doctor realized he'd been spotted, "my apologies, Kes, I didn't mean to pry in on your private moment, there."




Voyager Uncensored Ch. 05



VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 5:

"24/Seven", Part I

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Author's Note: This is the big one. I've been kicking this one around in my head for nearly 10 years – since I wrote part 2 and the first scene with Seven of Nine using Kes as a toilet. I would write an idea for a scene here or there as they came to me. It's more like a bunch of short stories instead of just one. It became such a daunting story that I didn't think I'd be able to ever actually write it. But I'd gotten some compliments recently for previous installments and people asking when the next one was coming. I was between personal projects and decided to just buckle down and do it already!

I consider this my magnum opus of scat stories. This probably won't be the last scat story I ever write, but I don't think I could ever top the scope of this one. And I know that the audience for this story is exceedingly small (Star Trek fans that are Voyager fans that are still interested in anything Voyager 10 years after it went off the air, people who like Star Trek erotica that are okay with she-males, gay sex and scat...!) But I needed to write it. I've never really written these stories for other people, I write them for myself and share them with whoever is interested.

There will be one more chapter after this that wraps up the entire series – all the other characters' storylines and provides the epilogue and closure that the TV series finale utterly failed to provide...


September 21, 2011

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Context Notes: 

Be sure to read (at least) "Voyager Uncensored #3: Shore Leave, Part I" and "Voyager Uncensored #4: Shore Leave, Part II" before reading this one. Preferably, you'd read all four episodes before this one, but, if not, it's okay. The plot is light in this one and maybe reading this one will make you want to go back and read the others.

This episode starts after "Scientific Method", in Voyager's 4th season, still within a few months after they introduced Seven.

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Content Note:

This one is, again, pretty extreme. But I don't do it for sheer shock value or for the sake of being extreme. I try to pay a lot of attention to character and motivation and I try to keep the characters true to my vision of them, keep them consistent.

This story contains: F/f, TS/f, oral, anal, watersports, scat, humiliation and D/S.

(Note that "TS" here stands for a woman with a penis, not a man in drag, trust me, it will make sense when you read it.)

Also, as usual, no incest, no pedophilia, no torture or snuff. Just thought you'd like to know.

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[My name is toilet. Once upon a time, I was a girl named Sabine d'Aucourt. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, I should start at the beginning...]



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A Girl Named Sabine

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  Janeway considered the PADD before her thoughtfully, pacing back and forth in her ready room just off the bridge. Chakotay was seated and watched her, somewhat bemusedly. He'd seen his Captain make spur-of-the moment, life & death decisions without a second thought – but now she was taking her time and weighing all her options.

"They all look like good candidates, Chakotay, it's so hard to choose. Every one worthy of a commission," Janeway shook her head as she glanced down the list of names before her.

"I know, it's a tough one. But we have to pick one and you get the honor – there's no Starfleet to make the ultimate call for us," Chakotay replied.

Janeway sighed, "I suppose I could just give them ALL commissions... Lord knows we've broken more serious Starfleet regulations in our 4 years in the Delta Quadrant!"

"Well, under emergency conditions," Chakotay acknowledged, "but this is how Starfleet does it – you're the one who insisted on maintaining Starfleet rules & order onboard this ship when our two crews got stranded out here."

"Don't tell me you're having second thoughts now!" Janeway shot him a look of mock horror.

"No, no," Chakotay smiled, "I wouldn't want to be court-martialed!"

"This... Sabine... d'Aucourt? How old is she? Only 18?" Janeway read.

"Yes. Apparently, she was visiting her mother as part of the visiting family program-" he began.

"Oh, yes, I remember. No room for everyone to have full families on our humble vessel – we're no Galaxy class," Janeway conceded, "Her mother... Constance... died in the initial catastrophe with the Caretaker." 

"She was only 12..." Chakotay offered, sadly.

   A look of recognition came over Janeway's face, "I've seen this girl around..." she realized, tapping the PADD, "she's become a sort of... a ward of the crew – I've heard good things about her – learning the ropes, becoming a kind of cadet of her own accord..."

   "Yes, she's been very driven. A sort of crew member in training for the past four years. She's got the best scores of all the candidates," Chakotay bragged. He liked Sabine – she had ambition and drive, but no attitude.

   "She's done very well for someone so young... and under such tragic circumstances," Janeway seemed to be forming her decision now.

"And now she'd like a field commission with actual duties," Chakotay suggested.

"Indeed..." Janeway hesitated, "still... so young... this isn't your usual mission, charting stellar anomalies and running diplomats around the Federation... it's dangerous out there, Chakotay. Should something happen to her..."

"I think she can handle herself," Chakotay was rooting for Sabine, but hopefully not to forcefully.

"I'm not sure there are even duties available for her – we have enough crew already-" she began to rebut.

"That's not the point, Captain... *Kathryn*," Chakotay tried a more personal tack, standing up and approaching his captain, drawing her attention, "you said yourself – these people need hope. Something to strive for. Life must go on."

Janeway stared into her first officer's eyes, considering his words. She knew she'd made the right choice – he would call her on her decisions, and remind her of her own priorities when she most needed it, "you're right, of course, you're right," she looked down at her PADD and looked at the portrait of the young blonde girl. She clicked on her picture and saw a gallery of images, "pretty young thing..." she said in a tone that seemed more than just casually appreciative. Janeway clicked on her medical history and raised a brow, "is that right....?" She whispered to herself.

Chakotay saw something large twitch in Janeway's pant leg – a sudden reminder of Janeway's recent... transformation. She'd taken in Kes a while ago and had been carrying on a very public, and by all accounts, very kinky sexual relationship with the girl. He'd heard rumors of a "unique" operation Janeway had the Doctor perform on her so that she could fully consummate her union with Kes. Judging by the size of the twitch in her pants, Chakotay felt the rumors had actually been an understatement!

A lascivious grin crossed Janeway's lips and she sat down with the PADD, not taking her eyes off it, "have her report to my quarters after the duty shift, I'd like to give her the news... *personally*..."



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Guy Talk

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"Are you fucking NUTS?!" Tom lambasted Harry, who had just described to him his "close call" with Seven (see: Voyager Season 4 episode "Revulsion"), "you said NO?! What are you, some kind of faggot?!"

"What?! YOU told me to stay away from her!" Harry exclaimed, a bit louder than he'd intended – he was drawing stares in The Mess Hall – the last thing he wanted right now was attention.

"Yeah, that was because I figured you had no chance with her!" Tom leaned forward and punched Harry in the arm, "if a woman like THAT asks if you want to 'copulate' and tells you to take of your clothes, you drop trou and do whatever she fucking says, man!"

"Ugh!" Harry leaned back, "you're right, I just... she caught me by surprise... you would have had to have been there-"

"Yeah, if I'D been there, I would have taken that Borg bitch for a ride she'd never forget!" Tom boasted, "do you realize she's been a Borg her entire adult life?! You could have been her first!"

"Well... that would be wrong, you know?" Harry tried to rationalize his actions, "I wouldn't have wanted to have taken advantage of her! She just regained her humanity a short time ago... I was just maybe hoping for a date or something, try to help her recover her-"

"I would have STARTED with anal," Tom interrupted, lost in his own perverted fantasy scenario now, "Laid the groundwork right away, so she gets used to that as the norm, you know? Then worked up from there. Ass to mouth, belly down, pile driver – man EVERY position, really turn her out into a total anal FREAK, you know? Slam her ass, up against the wall, on the ground – ride that tight fucking ass of hers – reach around and hold onto those gigantic Borg implants of hers for dear life, you know?! Tit-fuck her, deep throat, the fucking works! I would have worn that Borg whore OUT!"

Harry listened to Tom go on. Privately, he wondered why he *didn't* take Seven up on her offer. What was wrong with him? Maybe he was just so gun-shy about sex after the way B'Elanna and Tom had been using and abusing him on the holodeck daily the past couple years. Tom still thought Harry was a holodeck simulation, but Torres knew full well, being the sadistic orchestrator of the whole deviant affair. Maybe Tom would start obsessing over Seven now, Harry thought. Maybe Seven would become his new holodeck addiction and Harry would finally be off the hook! Harry felt relieved... at least he should have... why did he feel a sudden pang of jealousy? Harry realized he needed to get out of this pattern of abuse and deviance. He was going to go back to Seven and accept her advances!



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Sabine's Promotion

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That evening, Sabine nervously strode through the corridor towards the Captain's Quarters. She'd never been in this section of the ship – reserved for the cabins of the senior crew. She keenly felt every eye check her over. She wondered if they all were asking themselves what she's doing there, as she was asking herself.

She had no idea the aura of innocence and budding sexuality she gave off. Tom and B'Elanna passed her in the corridor and both looked her over appreciatively. She misunderstood this scrutiny, of course, and it made her uncomfortable, causing her to increase her pace.

Janeway's door chimed softly. The captain smiled and looked over at Kes. Kes sat obediently by Janeway's side, kneeling on the floor, wearing nothing but her collar and leash.

"Come." Janeway commanded and the door swished open. Sabine, looking over her shoulder self-consciously into the hall, stepped in and let the door close behind her.

Sabine's eyes needed time to adjust to the darkness and she didn't see Janeway stand and walk to her. She jumps a bit when she finally turns and sees Janeway standing right before her, a bit too close. She could feel Janeway's hot breath on her as she looked her over.

"Ma'am..." Sabine offered, looking straight ahead, not daring to make eye contact with the authoritarian figure before her, "reporting as ordered."

"Mmm... you're a good rule follower, are you, Miss d'Aucourt?" Janeway quizzed her, "always do as you're told?"

"Yes ma'am, of course ma'am!" Sabine replied eagerly.

"Good, good," Janeway seemed a bit unprofessionally pleased with Sabine's reply, "and you want a commission, I hear?"

Sabine swallowed hard. Was this a test? Was she being called out for being too ambitious? Presumptuous? Or did Janeway like someone with initiative? Maybe she should have waited until Janeway *offered* such a position to her?

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, MISSY!!!" Janeway suddenly scolded her, making Sabine jump.

"Y-yes! Yes ma'am!" Sabine stammered weakly.

"And why should I take you, instead of one of the other 5 candidates, all older, more experienced, better trained and more qualified?" Janeway challenged the poor young girl, now perspiring.

"I-I..." Sabine couldn't think of a good reason, under the circumstances.

"What makes you special?" Janeway demanded to know.

"I..." Sabine tried to think, but could form no cogent train of thought. Instead she blurted out the first thing that came to her, "I want it more than anything, Captain!" She immediately winced and internally chided herself – a good officer wants to serve her captain and her ship – she doesn't want a commission for her own selfish reasons.

"Good, good..." to Sabine's surprise, Janeway seemed satisfied, even pleased, with the answer, "so it's safe to say you'd do anything to get this position?"

"Yes, Captain!" Sabine answered earnestly.

"I see," Janeway looked her over. She turned and took a couple steps, checking out a PADD with Sabine's profile on it, "your medical records are up to date, then?"

"Yes, ma'am, I had my last exam just before I applied!" Sabine answered snappily, still at a stiff attention.

Janeway grabbed Kes' leash and yanked her roughly from behind her bed, into clear view of Sabine. Kes stumbled out on her hands and knees and sat obediently at the Captain's side, eyes cast down.

Sabine glanced down at the commotion and couldn't believe her eyes! Kes was completely naked, heeling like a dog at Janeway's feet! She never realized that this was how Janeway ran her ship!

"As you can see, I appreciate obedience," Janeway breathed huskily to Sabine, "and I reward it well."

Sabine flushed. She didn't know what to say or do. She simply stood and waited.

"Bitch, HERE!" Janeway yanked on Kes' leash and pulled her over to Sabine's feet, "undress her."

Sabine couldn't believe her ears!

"I like to do my OWN inspection," Janeway explained, "can't have unhealthy officers, especially not out here in the Delta Quadrant!"

"Y-yes, ma'am..." Sabine stammered as she shuffled to allow the naked slave girl to strip her down.

"I just hate these new uniforms we were issued before our mission. They're so baggy and black, they hide *everything*!" Janeway complained, "I can't get a good sense of my crew's fitness with these potato sacks. If it were up to me, I'd have everyone dress like Seven of Nine..." Janeway mused as Kes pulled Sabine's last iota of clothing down – her girly, frilly see-through pink panties with hearts and bows on them, "or better yet, completely naked like the two of you," Janeway grinned lasciviously.

Sabine instinctively tried to cover herself out of modesty, but Janeway slapped her hands away violently.

"Ow!" Sabine yelped.

"Hands down, I need to be able to see what I'm inspecting!" Janeway yelled.

"Yes, ma'am, sorry ma'am," Sabine apologized.

Janeway walked around her, looking her up and down. She ran her fingers along Sabine's curves, making the girl shiver. Along her shoulder, down her back, across her bare cheeks, around her waist, then up to her pert, soft breasts. She grabbed one nipple and massaged it. Sabine blushed deeply as the nipple hardened under Janeway's ministrations. Janeway was pleased to see her young buds had puffy nipples – rare and somehow more indicative of budding, adolescent sexuality. She pinched the nipple, making the young girl wince, but to her credit, she didn't pull away. Janeway pinched harder, twisting a bit. Still Sabine didn't pull away or protest, she simply locked her gaze forward and endured the pain, biting her lower lip. Janeway continued increasing the pressure and the twisting until a small whine escaped the poor blonde's soft, pink lips. Satisfied, Janeway released the sore, reddened nipple. Sabine's shoulders relaxed and she breathed normally again.

Janeway looked down at Sabine's pelvis and commanded, "spread your legs."

Sabine hesitated, but obeyed, widening her stance slightly.

Janeway roughly slapped the girl's taut butt cheek so hard and so suddenly it made the girl jump as a loud crack reverberated around the room. Even Kes started at the unexpected violence, "BITCH, I SAID SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS!"

Sabine panicked and immediately took a very wide stance, spreading her legs as much possible while still remaining standing.

"DON'T *EVER* MAKE ME REPEAT AN ORDER, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!" Janeway yelled into her ear.

"Yes ma'am! I'm so sorry ma'am, it won't happen again!" Sabine apologized profusely.

"Shut up – I don't want your apologies, I only require your obedience!" Janeway stated sternly. She looked down and waved her finger at Kes towards Sabine's cunt.

Without needing instruction, Kes reached up and spread Sabine's pussy lips apart so that Janeway could clearly see inside. Janeway sat down in her chair to get a better view and nodded appreciably, "very nice..."

Sabine couldn't believe what was happening to her. Was this really Starfleet procedure? She obviously never went to the Academy, but she'd read the computer databanks about the process... but maybe this practice wasn't in their records... maybe it was only for senior officers to know? Did every Starfleet officer go through this ritual?

"Taste test, Kes," Janeway commanded her slave.

Without hesitation, Kes immediately applied her rough, wet tongue to Sabine's exposed sex, shocking the girl and nearly making her fall over. She had to reach down and grab Kes' head to steady herself as the slave girl lapped and licked at her sensitive cunny. The sensation was like nothing Sabine had ever experienced! It wasn't a bad feeling – exactly the opposite, in fact! But it was such an overwhelming flood of sensation, so strong, so intense, that she feared she might pass out!

Janeway stood and walked over to the two naked girls before her. She put her hand on Kes' head, "front *and* back, now," Janeway instructed Kes.

Kes expertly pivoted to Sabine's anus, reached up and spread her cheeks wide and lapped at the shocked girl's pink, puckered asshole! Sabine visibly shook and she nearly collapsed, but she caught herself, reaching forward and grasping Janeway's uniform as Kes lavished her anus with her eager oral attention. When Sabine audibly gasped, Janeway knew that her slave had gotten a bit overzealous and had slipped her strong, abnormally long tongue up inside the beleaguered girl's rectum! Janeway made a mental note to punish Kes later for her presumptuousness, but allowed the violation to continue for nearly two minutes, enjoying watching Sabine attempt to maintain her composure, much less her upright condition as Kes cleaned out her anal canal, now rubbing the poor girl's clit with her fingers. Sabine sweated and groaned, gyrating her hips, breathing in quick, short, sharp breaths, nearly hyperventilating. Her eyes were heavily lidded; her pout, pink lips parted, her cheeks, ears and chest flushed a deep red now.

When Janeway began to worry that Kes might be on the verge of making the girl cum with her experienced techniques, she suddenly yanked Kes away, pulling her by the neck back to her feet. Sabine audibly gasped as Kes was so brusquely pulled from her. She moaned and watched as Janeway roughly grabbed Kes' jaw from behind, bent her head back and forcefully French-kissed the slave deeply and passionately, tasting Sabine's combined pussy and ass juices.

"Mmmm, so pure and sweet," Janeway purred and looked back up at Sabine, who was now trying to regain both her composure and her upright position.

Janeway stood and waved to Kes to her own crotch. Kes obeyed and Sabine watched as the slave girl slowly undid the zipper on Janeway's pants, her reached down her pant leg and pulled out the Captain's huge, semi-hard dick, easily a foot long with a large, pink head. Sabine was visibly shocked as she watched the woman's impressive prick stiffening up under Kes' stroking, rising up from between her legs, pointing directly at Sabine!




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Unconsciously, Sabine had begun to take a few steps backward, but she was suddenly stopped by Kes' gentle but firm grasp behind her on her shoulders. Janeway stroked her massive, hardening prick threateningly as Kes pushed Sabine right up against the Captain. Janeway's throbbing, hot cock slipped between her legs, its base rubbing against Sabine's wet pussy lips. The head stuck out behind her ass a good 5 or 6 inches. Kes eagerly gobbled up the excess, sucking the Captain's thick glans into her mouth so deeply that she buried her face in between Sabine's moistened ass cheeks, making vulgar slurping noises. 

   Janeway grabbed Sabine by the back of the head with one arm and forced the girl to look at her while, with her other hand, she grabbed the back of Kes' head and pulled it even further down on her hardening prick. Kes' face was pushed so deep into Sabine's butt that the tip of her nose was pushing up into the girl's lubricated anus. Janeway thrust into Kes' eager mouth in a steady rhythm, rubbing Sabine's wet, parted cuntlips as she did so, stimulating the inexperienced girl's exposed, engorged clit with the base of her cock.



  Sabine sighed and shuddered at the sensations; holding on to the sleeves of her Captain's uniform for fear of collapsing under the waves of pleasure washing over her. She obediently kept her eyes locked with her superior's, wide and submissive, expectant and pliant. The older woman pulled the girl's head to her and French-kissed her deeply, violently, thrusting her tongue down the girl's throat. It was Sabine's first kiss. The girl moaned as her body experienced so many erotic sensations at once – the over-stimulating electrical shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her entire body, down to every last nerve ending. She felt a great tingling building up in her body, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. A warmth rushed over her and she felt as if she was on the verge of exploding –



  Just then, Janeway pulled Sabine's head away and quickly withdrew her moistened cock from Kes' mouth with an audible "pop", drawing it, too, from between Sabine's thighs, now dripping with her own juices. Sabine felt a sudden letdown – a torturous feeling of being on the verge of paradise, only to be rudely yanked back down to reality. The sadistic look in Janeway's eyes proved she knew how close Sabine had come and had chosen the last possible moment to deny her the sublime experience.

   Janeway then motioned for Kes to disrobe her entirely. Kes wordlessly obeyed and undressed her Mistress with a practiced speed and efficiency. When the Captain stood before Sabine completely naked, Kes returned to stand behind the quivering girl and pushed Sabine forward, down on her knees so that Janeway's massive, throbbing cock was pointing right at the girl's face, just inches from her gaping mouth.

Sabine looked up at Janeway, in shock. Janeway's stern, domineering gaze met Sabine's submissive eyes and nothing needed be said. Kes gently pushed Sabine's head forward and she felt the hot, smooth glans of her Captain's she-cock slide across her lips. It was like nothing she'd felt before – firm, yet soft to the lips, throbbing and alive. She kept her gaze locked on Janeway's as Kes continued to push her forward, sliding the head all the way to the back of Sabine's mouth, to the opening of her throat. Kes stopped and Sabine swallowed the saliva building up in her mouth.

   Janeway's face changed to one of perverse sadism and Sabine felt Kes push again at her head! She began to panic as she felt the large head push at the back of her throat – threatening to slide in! She began to gag and instinctively raised her hands and tried to turn her head, but Janeway slapped her hands away and gave her a cruel, disapproving glare. Sabine dropped her hands and ceased her struggling, but she couldn't control her gagging.

   Nevertheless, Kes unrelentingly continued to push, forcing the Captain's cock into Sabine's throat, sliding down into it. Sabine gagged repeatedly as she felt the large head invade her esophagus. It was the queerest feeling, she thought as she felt the large, bulbous glans pushing its way deeper and deeper inside her. She gagged and choked and convulsed uncontrollably, but didn't struggle, and didn't break eye contact with the dominant figure standing before her. Her eyes watering now, tears streaming down her cheeks, she kept her gaze locked on her Captain's domineering, but approving stare, as if hypnotized by the older woman.

   Finally, to her own surprise, she felt a tickling in her nostrils. Absent-mindedly she noticed it, then she realized her lips have hit something solid – she had completely deep-throated Janeway's massive, 12-inch cock all the way down to the root! Janeway's pubic hairs were inside her nostrils and her heavy balls were pressed against her chin! A wide, toothy grin spread across her Captain's face and the woman reached down and placed her hand on Sabine's head, a sign of approval. Sabine soaked in the feeling, loving every bit of it – it's this that had really driven her – the need to feel that approval, that validation, that sense of self-worth. Stronger now than she had ever felt it in the past! This is what she'd been missing, what she'd been seeking!

   Janeway's other hand then grabbed her head and her expression changed. She gripped Sabine's head tightly and began to grind her pelvis into the submissive girl's face. Sabine became acutely aware of the full length of her Captain's thick, throbbing dick sliding back and forth across her tongue and in her throat. Janeway's approving countenance twisted into one of pain or pleasure, groaning and grunting, of effort and lust. Sabine had never seen her like this – or anyone like this!

   Sabine felt her nose flatten against her Captain's taut belly, her lips mashed up against the base of her hot, hard cock and then felt a throbbing – pulsing of the whole schlong – all along it – it twitched and undulated – and she felt it coming, like a wave along the entire length of the impressive organ – first at the base from the balls, it throbbed against her lower lip, then pulsed down the length of her tongue, then ran down the inside of her esophagus – then, finally, she felt a hot jet expel deep inside her throat – right into her! Janeway's scalding, copious, thick jizz was shooting down her massive prick and shooting straight into her belly! 



  Sabine groaned as she gave into this sublimely subjugating experience, of having another person – another woman, at that – ejaculating their seed directly into her, deep inside her! Her pussy throbbed and felt hot, and began to drip, surprising her. Janeway moaned and groaned and grunted as she grinded her hips into Sabine's flattened face and unloaded her full, plentiful load into the thoroughly dominated little bitch's belly.

   After what seemed like an eternity, Janeway's last few weak spurts leaked out with a twitch and a jerk and she relaxed, leaning forward and holding Sabine there for a few more moments, coming down from her intense orgasm before finally, slowly, pulling the full length of her foot-long phallus out of the exhausted girl's gaping, used mouth. Sabine could now taste Janeway's cum trailing across her tongue, having been pulled up out of her throat and some still leaking from her Captain's piss-slit. To her slight surprise, the taste was pleasant – sweet, salty and a bit nutty. Not at all what she imagined.

   "VERY good, Miss d'Aucourt," Janeway smiled naturally as she stepped back, looking a bit drained.

   Sabine, for her part, flushed with both pride and embarrassment. Compliments always made her blush. She arched her back and raised her posture, soaking up the praise.

   "Now," Janeway began as Kes raised Sabine to her feet with a gentle tug on her shoulders and led her to the bed, "I'm going to fuck you silly."

   Sabine was shocked – somehow she hadn't seen this coming, "You... you mean... in my... my *muffy*?"

   Janeway's semi-hard cock visibly twitched at this, "Yes. In your muffy." She grabbed Sabine's wrists tightly and pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her and huskily breathing into her ear, "I'm going to fuck the *shit* out of your tight, wet little muffy. I'm going to *stuff* your *muff* and fuck you *ruff*!"

   Involuntarily, Sabine's pussy leaked fresh sex juices upon hearing this, "But... but... I'm a virgin..." she protested weakly.

   "I know, I read your medical history," Janeway confessed. She began to slide her throbbing dick, now rock-hard again, up and down between Sabine's soaking cuntlips, massaging her swollen clit, "and if you're REAL tight and good, I'll promote you to Ensign... otherwise, you'll be on latrine duty."

   Sabine began to wonder how there could be latrine duty on a ship where the bathrooms are auto-cleaning, but her train of thought was suddenly and permanently derailed by the incredible, invasive, erotically filling feeling of the dominant woman's massive cockhead slipping into her virgin cunt, spreading her wide and making her a woman.

   Sabine's screams could be heard across the whole deck, though nobody called security as they all had a good idea what was going on in the Captain's quarters.





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Helpful Harry

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  Harry gets up the nerve to approach Seven again and propositions her, but in an awkward, vague way. Saying that she probably has needs she hasn't felt before, new, strange urges. And if she wants to explore those, that he's there to help her in any way she needs. So she uses him as a toilet.

Harry shifted nervously in his chair in Astrometrics. He was helping Seven align the new long range sensor array to provide more detailed star charts. He looked over at Seven, who was working as efficiently and smoother as ever. He couldn't help but ogle her amazing curves, barely concealed by her skin-tight, shiny silver catsuit.

"Ensign," Seven's stern voice shook Harry out of his daze, "do you *require* something?"

Harry flushed, embarrassed at having been caught checking Seven out so blatantly, "no, uh... sorry, I'm just..."

"Why have you stopped working?" Seven was the ultimate slave-driver. All that mattered to her was work output.

"Look, um, Seven," Harry finally mustered up the nerve to speak to Seven directly, "do you... do you remember... what we talked about... earlier?"

Seven looked at him like he was an idiot, "Ensign Kim, we have conversed on 47 prior occasions. You are going to have to be more specific."

Harry was a bit taken aback; he realized the event that had scarred and tormented him so much over the past few weeks was forgotten immediately by Seven. She really had no interest in him. Maybe he shouldn't have brought it up.

"Ensign, perhaps you should report to Sickbay," Seven suggested, "if you are unable to carry out your duties, I will recommend to the Captain that you need fewer duties, perhaps a demotion-"

"NO!" Harry blurted out – the last thing he needed was Seven telling Janeway he couldn't handle his work. He was going to have to come clean, "Look, all I wanted to say is... I know... you're adjusting to rediscovering your humanity-"

Seven looked annoyed, "this is not the time to discuss personal matter, Ensign, we have work that must be completed," she turned away from him but Harry put his hand on her shoulder... gently, but it made her snap her head around and give him such an icy glare that he immediately withdrew it.

"Seven – I know... as a *woman* a *human*, grown woman... you have certain... "he searched for the appropriate, but delicate word, "*needs*..." Seven seemed to be listening so he continued, "and I... I've decided that I'm willing – no, *eager* to... help you satisfy those needs."

Harry stared into Seven's cold eyes for several moments. Seven regarded him and looked him up and down in a way that Harry found mildly discomfiting.

"Very well," she suddenly replied, "I will keep that in mind for a future occasion should my... *needs* arise."

And, with that, Seven returned to her work. Harry stood there awkwardly, stunned at the matter-of-factness of Seven's reaction, "uh... okay... cool, then..." He slowly sat back down and resumed his own work.



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Hours later, at nearly midnight, Harry had fallen asleep at his station. He had wanted to impress Seven and he didn't want to leave until she had, especially after her earlier threat to report her assessment of his performance to the Captain.

"Ensign Kim!" Seven's loud voice woke him with a jolt, drool running down his chin and his heart nearly jumping out of his chest. He looked up to see Seven standing next to him, looking down on him.

"I need you, NOW," Seven commanded coldly.

Harry's cock suddenly twitched at this and he fumbled to rise to his feet, stammering, "do you want – should I take off my clothes now?"

"That will *not* be necessary," Seven informed him and placed her hand on top of his head and pushed him down to his knees.

"W-what?" Harry was so confused by her reply, he didn't even wonder why he was on his knees or why she was turning her back to him. When he looked at her perfectly-rounded ass, now right in his face, he was surprised to see her uniform open seemingly on its own, revealing both of her perfect, smooth cheeks. Apparently, her nanites could dynamically construct and deconstruct her uniform on command – which explained its skin-tight appearance.

Suddenly, before he could even raise one of the dozens of questions rushing to his still foggy mind, she shoved his face deep between her generous ass-cheeks, his gaping mouth perfectly positioned right around her dilating anus! With horror, he felt her turd already pushing its way out of her asshole, through his lips, across his teeth and along his tongue!

As the terror of what was actually happening to him washed over him, he snapped out of his daze and began to struggle, shrieking around the massive turd forcing its way into his mouth, trying to pull his head away and pushing on her powerful thighs with his hands. But it was no use, her Borg-augmented strength easily far outstripped his own and she held him in place with a single hand.

"Be STILL, Ensign!" the Borg woman commanded him, "you volunteered for this duty. But I suppose I should have expected your usual level of poor performance in even this menial task. My report to the Captain will not be favorable."

Harry gagged and choked and retched as the massive, firm log slid effortlessly and quickly out of her stretched-out sphincter and down his rebelling throat. He couldn't believe it, but this statuesque, blonde Borg goddess he'd been worshipping for so many weeks was crapping directly into his belly!

He had become accustomed to breathing around large obstructions in his throat long ago – having to handle deep-throating both his friend Tom's sizable dick as well as Tom's girlfriend B'Elanna's comically massive Klingon kock, so he didn't suffocate. But this was a fresh humiliation, even for Kim, who had been subjected to what he thought was every imaginable degradation in Tom & B'Elanna's increasingly creative and perverse holodeck debaucheries.

The doors to Astrometrics whooshed open and Torres froze in the doorway. She had come to find Harry for their nightly escapades, but didn't expect to find the scene before her! She stood transfixed and instantly got wet at the sight.

"May I *help* you, lieutenant?" Seven spat out icily, annoyance evident in her tone as she coolly and emotionlessly stood and shat down Harry's bulging gullet.

Harry realized there must be someone else in the room and began to plea for help around the gut-busting turd lodged in his esophagus, but all that came out were muffled gurgles. He flailed his hands piteously, trying to get the attention of whomever Seven was addressing.

Torres, wide-eyed, shook her head and backed off, snickering. The doors closed behind her and Harry's heart sank as his hope for rescue evaporated. He resigned himself to his fate even as he felt Seven's soiled shitter bloom anew to pass yet another enormous log, thicker and fouler than the first. Before it was done, he'd be staggering back to his quarters with a visibly bloated belly, several pounds heavier than he'd been before reporting to duty. The dense, heavy shit would take so long to digest, he found he wouldn't be hungry for nearly two whole days...



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Sabine's Promotion, Part 2

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Sabine was still shaking and quivering from the first orgasm of her life, an incredible, overwhelming sensation, a life-changing, intense, deeply emotional experience. Her arms were wrapped around her Captain's naked, sweaty back. The Captain lay atop her, breathing heavily, recovering from their energetic, passionate love-making – no, FUCKING, as the Captain called it. Sabine had screamed and moaned and bucked and flailed throughout the whole experience – so overwhelmed with pleasure – and pain – that she felt like a wild girl – more animal than human. If Janeway hadn't had her pinned down so firmly, she probably would have flung them both right off the bed.

Janeway lifted herself up so that her face was right in Sabine's. Sabine opened her eyes and saw the woman looking down on her and felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her, kiss her Captain deeply, take her tongue inside her like she'd taken her cock inside her. Impulsively, she lifted her head to kiss Janeway, but was surprised when Janeway pulled away, wagging her finger at the girl and placing it on her lips.

Feeling both surprised and a bit rejected, Sabine didn't really understand what was happening when Janeway pulled out of her and flipped her over. Sabine tried to lift her head to look back but Janeway put a hand on the back of her head and rested much of her weight on it, shoving her face into the mattress. Kes slid a pillow under Sabine's hips and spread the girl's ass cheeks. Sabine realized with horror, too late, what was about to happen. She didn't get a chance to utter a word of protest before the Captain violently slid her entire, thick, rigid well-lubed she-cock balls deep into the pinned blonde's tight, hot asshole! 

   Sabine screamed into the mattress as Janeway's full length hit rock-bottom in her petite pooper. This was going to be no gentle, slow, loving deflowering like her fortunate pussy enjoyed. From the first merciless thrust, this was a rough, violent ride! Janeway pulled all the way out and shoved back all the way in with each thrust – hammering the poor girl's poopchute with wild, bestial abandon! Janeway grunted and swore and spat, fucking the little bitch's tight, virgin butt like a rabid animal! Sabine screamed and sobbed and cried into the mattress as she flailed and kicked. Out of the corner of her one eye that was clear of the mattress, she could see Kes masturbating furiously – with her fingers in her cunt and a big black dildo a blur pistoning in and out of her stretched anus.

   Before Sabine knew it, in a fraction of the time it took her Captain to cum inside her cunt, Janeway was exploding with a vengeance deep into her bowels. Sabine was shocked, appalled and humiliated to be able to feel the hot, thick jets of she-jizz impacting against the wall of her anal cavity, filling her up in her third hole of the night! With each voluminous spurt, Janeway thrust her cock to the hilt and berated Sabine with an ever-more degrading epithet: "SLUT!" "WHORE!" "CUNT!" "BITCH!" "FUCKING!" "COCKHOLE!" "CUM-DUMP!!"

Then, suddenly as she had gone in, Janeway pulled out, grabbed Sabine's head by a clump of hair and painfully yanked her back so that she fell off the bed onto her knees on the ground and the dominant woman shoved her still-spurting, shit-stained, throbbing dick down the shocked and dazed girl's throat, firing the last few, powerful spurts right down her gullet. Obediently, instinctively, the little slut swallowed eagerly.




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Janeway smiled down at the thoroughly subjugated, submissive whore she'd created: drenched in sweat, filled with jizz in every hole, a ring of her own shit forming an obscene shade of brown lipstick on her pretty little face. "Not bad," she said in admiration.

As Kes licked the excess jizz and shit leaking from the girl's gaping asshole, Sabine soaked up the praise and suckled any last few drops from Janeway's soiled dick. Janeway gave the girl her assignment.

"Sabine d'Aucourt: by the power vested in me as the Captain of this vessel, I hereby bestow upon you the field commission of *Ensign*, Astronomer *First* Class! You'll be working directly under Seven of Nine, one of my most trusted crewmembers." Janeway had heard all the rumors about Seven wandering the ship, using random people as human toilets whenever the urge struck her. As much as that thought turned the Captain on, it was a distraction to the crew and she figured Seven could use an assistant to... *aid* her in her... basic needs.

Sabine moaned as she heard the great news and drained the last couple of drops of she-sperm from her Captain's deflating dick. She didn't know much about Astronomy, but she had been fascinated with the enigmatic Borg woman since she came aboard and has had a schoolgirl crush on her ever since she first saw her weeks ago... it was her dream assignment!



As Sabine strolled down the corridor, adjusting her clothes (realizing too late that she never got her underwear back), she walked with a new confidence and a renewed purpose! She could now look other officers in the eye as an equal and she couldn't wait to report to duty first thing in the morning! Her life was going to change forever, she just knew it! She just didn't know how completely, totally, her life would change once she met Seven in the flesh...



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Guy Talk, Part 2

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Harry and Tom sat at their usual lunch table in The Mess Hall. Tom had been badgering Harry about how it went last night; he'd heard Harry had pulled an all-night duty shift with Seven.

"Fine," Harry groaned, slouching and massaging his still-bloated belly. After the fact, he'd found out all about Seven's scatological hijinks. Apparently, he was the only one who'd somehow missed out on the rumor mill. Though, to be fair, his schedule was so packed with being humiliated and raped on a constant basis that he had no social life remaining to speak of...

"Fine? Fine?!" Tom elbowed him, "you think I'm going to let you go with 'fine'? Come on, buddy, I want the juicy details! Fill me in, man! I'm your best bud that's what friend are for, Harry! If you can't tell me, who can you tell?!"

"Okay, okay," Harry acceded, if for no other reason than to shut Tom up and stop drawing stares from snickering crewmembers, "look, I went to Seven, told her how I felt and..."

"Yeah?!" Tom stared at Harry wide-eyed and eager to hear what happened next.

"Nothing, look, nothing – I just – I *don't* want to talk about it, okay?!" Harry blurted out.

"Wow..." Tom sat back, "that shitty, hunh?" he muttered under his breath, raising his eyebrows.

Harry shot him a look – what did he mean by that? Had he heard?! Was this another one of his embarrassing episodes spread around for the crew to laugh and snicker about behind his back? He was so tired of being the butt of everyone's jokes! The sly smiles and sniggers he heard as he passed, the hurriedly whispered secrets and gasps between crewmembers, and the alternating looks of either disgust or amusement he got as he passed people in the corridors. When would it all end?

Suddenly, a large platter beset by a huge, steaming, foul-smelling brown log dropped on the table before him, startling him!

"Talaxian Meatloaf!" Neelix proclaimed with pride, "sure to cure whatever's ailing your poor tummy, Mr. Kim!" he said cheerily as he patronizingly patted Harry's bulging gut.

Harry nearly vomited and shoved the plate away, almost knocking it off the table – Neelix barely caught it in time. For his part, Tom broke out into uncontrollable high-pitched laughter – sheer hysterics, trying to catch his breath as he narrowly escaped falling back off his chair. The whole room broke into laughter and Harry wanted to crawl inside his own skin and just die of embarrassment.

Neelix, as usual the only person in the room with no idea what was going on, whisked away his carefully-prepared meal and slinked off, insulted. 

   "*Humans*," he muttered, "I'll *never* understand them!"



***Note to the reader: Harry's story arc branches off here and continues in the next part – Voyager Uncensored #8: "Homecummings" – which wraps up everyone's storylines the way Voyager's finale failed to do...***





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To Serve Seven

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Sabine stood outside Astrometrics. She checked her PADD again, for the fourth time. Why was she so nervous? She'd had much more complicated duties while training. If anything, this assignment was below her skill level. So why was she deathly afraid to enter?

Sabine was so lost in thought, she didn't notice the doors swish open.

"Ensign d'Aucourt," came Seven's chilling voice, making Sabine jump. 

   The young girl looked up... and up... and up! The tall blonde towered over the petite, 5-foot, 2-inch freshly minted officer. Seven's large breasts were right at Sabine's eye level and she nearly bumped into them when looking up.



  "Is something the matter, Ensign?" Seven inquired.



  Sabine simply stared at Seven. She froze, unable to speak.



  "Are you... damaged?" Seven was unable to understand the girl's odd behavior. Still there was no reply, "are you mute, Ensign?"



  Sabine was flushed, perspiring – why did Seven have this affect on her? She finally found the will to utter a response: "... uh..."



  Seven raised an eyebrow. She was not amused, and highly impatient.



  "It doesn't matter; your duties do not require you to speak. Come," she commanded.



  Sabine followed Seven obediently. She found her eyes fixated on the twin, shining cheeks of Seven's ass, undulating and wiggling in front of her hypnotically.



  Seven turned and faced Sabine, "my previous assistant, Ensign Kim, performed poorly and was reassigned. I trust your work ethic is of a superior quality. I have come to... trust the Captain's judgment. I know she would not have assigned you to me unless she thought you would be of use to me."



  Sabine felt proud to have the respect of Seven already. She puffed out her chest and blushed. Though she noted that her meager bosom could in no way compete with Seven's enormous endowment.



  "To begin, you will run alignment diagnostics on the secondary and tertiary portside imaging sensors in sections 4B through 27F," Seven rattled off, "Do you understand?"



  Despite her best efforts to focus and concentrate on Seven's words, Sabine could only focus on the woman's voice... her lips... her sheer sexual presence. What was wrong with Sabine? Nobody had ever affected her this way. She knew in some detached part of her brain that Seven had given her instructions of some sort, so she nodded her assent absent-mindedly.



  Seven stared at Sabine for a few moments, seemingly unsure whether to put her trust in the girl, then turned and walked away, resuming her own duties.



  Sabine worked for hours alongside Seven, but found herself unable to concentrate. She'd catch herself drifting off, daydreaming about Seven, imagining her naked, staring at her body. Seven caught her several times and snapped her out of it by ordering her to resume her duties.



  By the end of the day, Sabine had managed to complete the task put before her and presented her results to Seven with some pride. Despite being nervous and driven to distraction all day, she'd managed to do everything the Borg woman had asked of her. As Seven looked over the results on the PADD Sabine had handed her, Sabine found herself admiring the soft locks of Seven's golden hair, pulled back into a severe style – surely to keep it out of the way and maintain efficiency. Sabine wondered what the beautiful blonde would look like with her tresses unfettered, cascading down her curvaceous, nude-



  "Impressive," Seven commented. Sabine flushed with pride. Briefly.



  "Somehow you managed to misalign every single sensor, not to mention that you spent the entire day disrupting the Starboard-side sensors, not the Portside array as I instructed you!"



  Sabine was taken aback, shocked by the sudden rebuke. Could she really have gotten it so wrong?!



  "You are incompetent, Ensign, I have no time for incompetence," Seven handed the PADD back to the visibly shaken girl, "I suggest you find another assignment. One less... demanding."



  Seven turned her back on Sabine and started to walk away.



  It all washed over Sabine in an instant. Everything she'd worked for, everything she'd dreamt of – given to her one instant, and now taken away in the next! In one short day, she'd failed so miserably that... NO! She couldn't give up; she wouldn't let it go that easily!



  "NO!" Sabine reached out and grabbed Seven's arm. Seven snapped her head around and glared at Sabine. She grabbed the girl's frail hand and squeezed, pulling it away from her, "AIOW!" Sabine cried as Seven squeezed.



  "Do NOT touch me," Seven scolded the girl, "unless I demand it!"



  Sabine sank to her knees and Seven released her. Seven began to turn away again, but Sabine threw herself at the statuesque blonde's feet, wrapping her arms around one of Seven's powerful legs.



  "PLEASE! Please! Don't!" Sabine begged, sobbing.



  Seven whirled on the girl again, nearly ready to strike her for touching her unbidden yet again, but hesitated. Sabine looked up at her with such vulnerability, such submission that it gave Seven pause.



  Sabine sensed the woman's hesitance and went on, "This is all I want! This is what I've been dreaming of! Don't take it from me! Let me prove myself – give me a second chance, please Seven!" her tear-streaked puppy dog eyes seemed to have the slightest softening effect on the cold, logical Borg woman's countenance, "I'll do whatever duty you can find for me, I know I can be useful, please, Seven... one more chance."



  Seven considered the girl for several moments, then spoke, "Very well. Report to duty at precisely 9:00 hours tomorrow morning. I will endeavor to have postulated *something* that you might be capable of doing."



  "Oh, thank you! Thank you Seven! You won't regret this, I promise!" Sabine wept tears of joy as Seven pried herself free from the supine subjugant and left the Astrometrics Bay.



  Sabine collapsed and sobbed, the emotions of the day finally washing over her. Mixed emotions swelled within her, stirring and confusing her, washing over her and overwhelming her... She felt the overwhelming urge to touch herself, to relieve her tension, to feel something good. She reached down her pants and rubbed her moist mound. She moaned and writhed and frigged herself frantically. She squirmed around on the ground, grinding and rubbing and whining like an animal in heat. When her release came, it came in an intense, hot white flash that electrified her entire, gyrating body and she collapsed, blacking out on the spot.



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  When Sabine awoke on the floor of Astrometrics the next morning, she looked around groggily before realizing where she was! She checked the chronometer – it was nearly 8:30 hours! She jumped to her feet and started to head out – she had just enough time to rush down to her quarters, have a quick sonic shower, then rush back in time to report to Seven –



  Sabine, lost in her panicked, racing thoughts never saw the figure she slammed into in the open Astrometrics doorway. She bounced off and fell backwards on her ass. Looking up, she was crestfallen to see who it was. Seven of Nine!



  "*Ensign* d'Aucourt," Seven sneered, "What are you doing here?"



  "I... uh..." Sabine stammered, racing to come up with some acceptable explanation, "wanted to... be early?"



  "I see," Seven acknowledged, "You're... initiative is admirable, but your personal hygiene leaves much to be desired."



  Sabine suddenly realized what she must look like and hurriedly tucked in her shirt and tried in vain to rein in her hair and reassemble it into something vaguely resembling a ponytail.



  "Return to your quarters, make yourself presentable and return here promptly at 9:00 hours, Ensign," Seven commanded her.



  "Yes – thank you, thank you Seven-" Sabine sputtered as she backed out of the room.



  "And Ensign?" Seven called after her.



  "Yes ma'am?" Sabine froze and gave the Borg woman her rapt attention.



  "While it is commendable that you thought to impress me with arriving early," Seven advised her, "resist the urge to think for yourself. From now on, *I* will think for you."



  Sabine shuddered at the cold authoritarian tone in the strong blonde's voice. She immediately felt something inside her slide into place – she had found her role, she would submit to this powerful, majestic woman.



  "Yes, ma'am", Sabine agreed, "it won't happen again."



  "Very good," Seven nodded, "leave now."



  Sabine obeyed and rushed back to her quarters, keenly aware of the throbbing heat in her rapidly moistening cunt, wondering if she dared risk another quick self-indulgence during her shower...





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To Serve Seven, Part 2

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[I continued to work for Seven for several days, but I just couldn't concentrate around her. She was constantly exasperated by my behavior and I had to constantly beg her to not report me and allow me just one more chance to prove myself. Eventually, I had exhausted even Seven's range of options and she made a decision that changed my life forever...]



  "I have given your position some thought," Seven informed the exceedingly nervous teen before her. She stopped working on her PADD and looked directly at Sabine. The girl stopped breathing, frozen in the taller woman's gaze. Seven took a few steps toward Sabine and the girl found herself torn between wanting to run for her life and wanting to dive into the Borg woman's bountiful cleavage.



  Seven stopped just short of smacking Sabine in the face with her massive tits. She looked down at Sabine and spoke sternly and directly.



  "I find you increasingly useless, Ensign," Seven began.



  Sabine was instantly wounded. She knew it was true, but still, it hurt her that she'd so disappointed this woman she idolized, whom she only wanted to please, above all other things...



  "You are clumsy, you fail at every task put to you and you cannot possibly be as much as an expert at the relevant skills as I am," Seven rattled off Sabine's deficiencies without mercy, "Therefore it would be more efficient for me to do everything myself."



  Sabine was shaking now, trying to hold back tears, but bursting on the inside. She wanted to run away and hide for the rest of her life.



  Seven grabbed her by the arm and squeezed her bicep, "you do not even have sufficient physical strength to do manual labor," and dropped the arm with barely concealed disgust.



  Seven walked away and grabbed her PADD. At this point, Sabine just hoped Seven would get it over with and dismiss her so she could run back to her room and cry her heart out for days on end.



  "However," Seven continued – that one word made Sabine's heart leap – her watering eyes found focus on Seven's heavenly figure and she waited anxiously for Seven to continue, "I have done a thorough analysis of your physical, mental and psychological composition and I have formulated the only appropriate duty for you."



  Seven turned back towards Sabine. She saw the girl shaking and about to cry, nervous and anxious beyond words but didn't seem to notice – or maybe didn't seem to care.



  Seven walked up to Sabine and explained her solution, "You are to be my *personal* servant."



  Sabine's eyes lit up at this – she wasn't being rejected by Seven after all! She wasn't going to be separated from Seven; she wasn't going to be sent back to Janeway as some sort of defective tool! Seven wanted to keep her around!



  "Your duties in this position shall be as follows:" Seven laid down the law, "Due to my excellent work output, my time is extremely valuable. Therefore you shall do all the tasks that I do not wish to waste time doing for myself."



  Sabine paid rapt attention as Seven got into the specifics, "Firstly: In order to provide me with more time to work, you shall clean me while I am working or eating or regenerating."



  *Clean her*? Sabine was confused – this was not what she was expecting...



  "Using *only* your mouth," Seven added.



  "I... my mouth?" Sabine tried to understand what was being asked of her.



  "I believe I was perfectly clear the first time," Seven scolded her.



  Sabine immediately flushed, "Yes, of course – I'm sorry-"



  "Begin now," Seven instructed her.



  Sabine was shocked and surprised – she almost questioned Seven, but caught herself. Instead she stepped closer to Seven and watched in amazement as Seven's entire suit disintegrated before her eyes! Seven's body was even more imposing, more amazing in the bare flesh!



  "Begin with my ears," Seven instructed her, "clean out the wax."



*****

Diary of a Toilet

Day 1

"Initiation"

*****



I was too transfixed and shocked already to be fazed by any demand, even one as bizarre as this one. I did as she was told. Seven sat at her duty station and began working as I put my lips to one of Seven's ears, stuck in my tongue and began swishing it around, probing deeply and cleaning out Seven's earwax. I couldn't believe what she was doing – tongue-cleaning this woman while she ignored me and carried on with her work! It was surreal, but here I was, obeying the Borg bombshell's every command!



When I had licked and sucked all the earwax from Seven's ears, Seven told me to clean her teeth. Again, I did as told. As Seven opened her mouth wide, I licked her teeth until they were squeaky clean. She told me to suck her tongue and gently scrape it clean with my own tongue and with my teeth. I did my best.



Next, Seven told me to place my mouth under her face, stick out my tongue and open wide. I obeyed without question and what she did next shocked and appalled me on some abstract, logical level – some part of me that knew, rationally, that this was wrong. But that part of me had been sublimated and locked away, forever. Seven proceeded to blow her nose right into my mouth! Her snots splattered over my tongue, sliding like slimy snails down into my mouth to the back of my throat! Their vile texture (that mixture of wrinkly, hard dried snots with their slimy, bitter mucus) and taste made me gag and dry heave as her copious boogers piled up in the back of my mouth.

"Swallow," Seven instructed as she finished.

I didn't know what to do – I wanted to obey here, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I closed my lips around the disgusting mouthful and held it there, tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. I could tell Seven was about to lose her patience with me and I forced myself to try to swallow – but I immediately gagged and almost lost the whole load of snots on the floor!

"If you spill that on me or anywhere in this room," Seven warned, "I will immediately recommend that your commission be revoked!"




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I couldn't let that happen – I hated the idea of losing my commission as much as I hated the idea of disappointing Seven. So I stared her right in the eyes and forced myself to swallow the entire chunky, slimy load of snots in one large gulp. Seven looked at me suspiciously and I opened my mouth to show her I did actually swallow it. She roughly stuck her finger in and checked behind my teeth, under my tongue and at the back of my mouth, nearly triggering my gag reflex.

"Satisfactory," Seven concluded, "in the future, I expect you to not require instruction in this matter. There is no logical reason for your difficulty. The human body swallows its own mucus constantly; your body is made to digest mucus. It even provides health benefits in the antibiotics and antiseptics contained in it. You should be thanking me."

"Thank you, ma'am," I found myself saying... and I meant it.

Seven then stood and continued working as she told me to continue licking her clean, from head to toe. I licked her face, neck and armpits – which were especially salty.

"I perspire copiously in this uniform," she explained.

With great anticipation, I worked my way down to her massive, pendulous breasts. I couldn't believe I was going to be allowed to do this! How many men – and some women – on this ship would have killed to be in my position at that moment! I spent a long time licking Seven's breasts, lathing every square inch with saliva, even lifting the heavy orbs to clean underneath them. I saved the best for last and licked, sucked and lavishly serviced each of her nipples for nearly ten minutes each.

"Ensign, I believe my nipples are sufficiently clean, now," Seven had to inform me to get me to move on.

As I continued down, across her taut belly and all over her generous ass cheeks, I could smell her sex's aroma strongly in my nostrils and it lit my mind on fire! I longed to know what her pussy tasted like – how its folds would feel across my tongue, how sweet her juices would taste running down my throat.

But to my dismay, Seven ordered me to skip her pubic area. I was devastated, but obeyed, my longing only growing stronger.

Soon, I'd worked my way down to her feet, sucking each one of her toes vigorously and thoroughly licking the sweaty, dirty soles of her feet until they were soft and sparkling clean.

To my delight, when I was done with her feet, she instructed me to return to her pubic area and complete the job. Exactly what I was dreaming of! The thought of burying my face in this beautiful, statuesque woman's mound and licking it clean made me wetter than I could believe!

As Seven set about going over the results of a wide-spectrum scan of a nearby nebula, I passionately licked my way up from her feet, up the inside of her powerful thighs and to her pubis. I paused briefly to savor the moment and then dove in with gusto! I mashed my well-lubricated mouth against her pussy mound and lavished her cunt lips with my lustful tongue, running it up and down her vulva, parting her labia with the tip of my tongue and flicking her clit. For the first time ever, I saw Seven react with something like surprise. Nothing overt, but a slight jerk of her pelvis told me that she definitely felt what I was doing. And the subsequent gesture of slightly widening her stance gave me all the encouragement I needed!

I reached up grabbed her two large, fleshy buns and pulled her cunt into my mouth as much as I could, licking and kissing and sucking and sliding my eager, determined tongue in and out of her vigorously. I drank in her juices thirstily, eating her with the kind of unabashed, unrestrained, mindless zeal with which a starving animal would devour their first meal in days. I was in utter heaven.

Eventually, I felt Seven's cunt walls contract around my tongue and I redoubled my efforts, grinding my mouth into her pussy. I felt her juices flow freely over my tongue and swallowed them gratefully. Her butt muscles clenched and unclenched involuntarily and her hips rocked every so subtly. I was looking up at her face between her huge hanging boobs and saw her eyes close for just a moment – she actually stopped working for nearly 3 seconds as she came in my mouth. I was happier than I had ever been in my life, knowing I'd brought Seven to orgasm. I didn't know it at the time, but that was the very first orgasm of her life, as she'd been a child at the time of her assimilation. I will always consider it the greatest honor of my life to have brought this amazing woman to her first sexual climax (of many yet to come!)

Seven looked down at me and I swear she nearly smiled, "Very good, Ensign." The words meant more to me than any praise I'd gotten in studying all these years and passing test after test in order to get a commission. I would love this woman and serve her gladly for as long as she would have me.

I licked and sucked her swollen pussy a few more moments, then began to pull away, but Seven stopped me with her hand on the back of my head.

"No, you are not done yet," she told me.

I couldn't imagine what more she expected of me in this area, but did as she was told and sealed my open mouth back to her cunt and awaited instructions. But when she unleashed a torrent of strong, hot piss right into my mouth, her actions spoke for themselves! Instinctively, I knew what to do and began swallowing as fast as I could. Seven's eyes remained locked on mine as she emptied her bladder into me and I knew I was being tested. I was not about to fail her! I didn't even care what it tasted like or how wrong it was what she was doing to me. It didn't matter – all that mattered was pleasing this incredible goddess above me. I chugged down her entire expulsion, feeling the hot urine streaming down my esophagus and filling my belly.

Unconsciously, my hips were rocking and I reached down into my pants to rub my scorching cunt, but Seven ordered me to stop.

"You will not be distracted with your own needs," she informed me, "serving me must be your priority."

I groaned through a bulging cheekfull of her fresh-hot whiz and gulped it down, ignoring the throbbing in my loins at her behest. When her deluge had finally abated to a trickle and I'd lapped up the last drops of her urine, she released my head and I pulled away, my jaw sore from being stuck open for so long. Strings of saliva ran from her thoroughly-cleaned cunt to my lips and tongue and I made sure to lick them up without being told to do so.

Seven pulled me around to kneel behind her and, after a short-lived bout of naive confusion, I knew exactly what to do. I reached up and spread Seven's ass cheeks to reveal her wrinkled, pink sphincter. Her asshole smelled sweet, but I could detect the trace scents of foulness as well. It was an intoxicating and exhilarating smell. I immediately set to licking her anus clean. There were only a few specks of fecal residue on it, but I tongue-washed the entire area with care.

"Clean the inside as well, and be especially thorough in your task," Seven commanded.

With pleasure, I pressed the tip of my tongue against her puckered hole and, to my pleasant surprise, it opened easily for me. I opened my mouth wide and thrust my tongue in deeper and deeper until I was pushed up against her ass as far as my open mouth would allow and the majority of my tongue was buried inside her anal canal! It was a fantastic feeling, to have my tongue being massaged by her anal walls... I could taste the remnants of her prior bowel movements smearing across my tongue, but for some reason, this didn't disgust me. I guess, by this point, I was so lost in the moment, so lost in my new role as her complete and total slave that I accepted all she had to offer me – and I did so gratefully. I let the brown detritus dissolve on my tongue and run out into my mouth and I swallowed it down inside of me.

This stage of her cleaning easily lasted the longest. It was clear this was the most important part of the ritual to Seven and I did not argue. I was lost in anal bliss, tonguing her bowels and cleaning her from the inside-out. I truly was her servant in every way. Well, every way, yet, but one...

"It is important that you do this part, especially," Seven informed me after nearly 15 minutes of intense internal cleansing. I could understand why it was important to her – it would naturally be the filthiest part of her body. But what she said next surprised me, "not for my sake, but for your own, as it is how you will get your sustenance thrice daily."

Before my mind could make sense of that statement, a powerful fart shot from the depths of her intestines and straight into my mouth! I jerked at the surprise of it, but did not pull out my tongue. Another fart soon followed, then several more. Each one was getting longer, and more foul. I could taste the gasses on my deeply-inserted tongue and my nostrils were saturated with the scent. A few fart sprayed liquid fecal matter across my tongue, but I made no motion of protest. I simply kept my place and awaited my Mistress' instructions.

"Since you have proven yourself a nonproductive member of this crew, I have deemed that it would be wasteful for you to continue to consume so much of this ship's valuable limited resources," Seven explained with cold, precise logic, "such as food, and water."

Sabine stared up at Seven and let the words sink in.

I could feel the walls of Seven's ass undulating around my tongue and knew it was coming. Her rectum dilated to accommodate the girth of the turd sliding inexorably toward my mouth and I strained to extend my tongue a bit further to feel for it. When the tip of my tongue first flicked the head of the turd, an electric shot ran through my body, straight from the nerve endings on the tip of my tongue down to my beet-red clit. I nearly came on the spot, but I held it together for my Mistress.

"Fortunately for you," Seven continued, "Since I am such a highly productive and valued member of the crew, I am allotted a sizeable amount of extra food and drink."

Sabine was trying to follow her logic. Was Seven going to give some of her rations to her?

"With my much higher metabolic rate," Seven explained, "I can metabolize and therefore recycle enough of this to sustain and nourish you."

I flattened my tongue to allow it to pass more easily. It was hard and lumpy, and surprisingly thick. As it slid over my tongue, I could taste it intimately. Every subtle flavor was intensified by my arousal, my heightened frame of mind. It was foul, but mildly so; slimy but firm. As it pushed its way out down the length of my tongue, it hit all of my taste receptors slowly, one by one. I could taste some saltiness, some bitterness, even some sweetness, believe it or not. There was some sour, as well. But the majority of the taste was indefinable. I suppose the closest taste sensation was that elusive taste known as "savory". That's what it was – it didn't repulse me, it piqued my appetite, ignited a hunger in me I hadn't known existed!

The shit was so large that it was having a difficult time squeezing its way out of her already-stretched sphincter. I did my best to help it along by massaging the length of the massive crap with my tongue, almost trying to hook onto it with the tip of my tongue and pull it out, but to no avail.

"THIS will be your primary duty from this moment forth," Seven informed me, "you shall ingest all of my urine and *all* of my feces. *Every* ounce of my bodily wastes will be consumed by you and you alone. Consider yourself to be the first to participate in a grand experiment."

   Seven's words had me moaning into her ass. I was dripping wet and lost in submissive lust.

But with a sudden effort, Seven's anal muscles clenched around the stalled stool and shoved it outward right into my waiting mouth! Seven reached back to hold my head in place, anticipating a completely understandable automatic reaction to pull away, to not allow such a humiliating violation of one's body and soul, but to her surprise, I reached up and grabbed her hips and shoved my face even deeper into her ass, pulling away from her hand. I smashed my mouth around her now grossly stretched-out asshole and sealed my lips to it, sucking the shit out as hard as I could! She removed her hand and smiled down at me as she watched her new slave fulfill its ultimate duty: eating her shit.

   "This part of the procedure is for *your* benefit, Ensign," Seven informed me, "so it would be acceptable for you to pleasure yourself now, should you feel the need." I needed no more encouragement than that! I dropped one hand, shoved it into my pants and fingered myself furiously while hungrily devouring Seven's shit! I had the first of multiple, powerful orgasms nearly instantaneously as the massive log forced its way into my ravenous maw! 

The turd was massive and before long I needed to chew and swallow or else I was going to be choking on it – so I reluctantly withdrew my shit-coated tongue so that I could bite into her fecal treat and chew it up. Biting into the log unleashed a whole flood of newer, stronger flavors and textures! It was dense and chalky, lumpy and stringy. I could feel hard bits and soft patches, pockets of flavor so strong it made my hair stand on end as I chewed through them. But I didn't have time to savor my meal, it was all coming too quickly now. I masticated the first large bite into a chunky paste just dissolved enough to swallow down with some effort and took the final step to becoming the ultimate slave for my Mistress. 



  As the first mouthful of her crap sank into my belly and I bit off the next huge piece, I came again, harder, deeper than before, screaming around the fat log filling my mouth and bucking like a wild woman. I felt a change wash over me. I forgot who I was or where I was, I forgot all about my training and my ordeals and my failures. Nothing else mattered anymore, I left my old life behind me and gave myself over, entirely, to my new life, my new function. I lived *only*, from that moment on, to serve Seven.

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By the end of it all, Seven had deposited three large loafs of shit into my guts and I had eagerly devoured them all. I had cum so many times I had lost count, my pussy was raw and sore from my furious frigging.

   I could tell Seven was extremely pleased with my performance, and I slouched on the ground rubbing my bloated belly in a daze. Shit still permeated my every taste bud and caked my lips, my gums and was lodged into every crevice of my teeth. I didn't care, I wanted to keep that taste in my mouth forever.

As Seven's nanites reconstructed her uniform and she completed her duties (the entire ordeal had lasted over two hours!) and turned to me.

"Clean yourself up and report back to me at 10:30 hours," she instructed me as coldly and detached as ever, "I will have more tasks for you and should have sufficiently digested my breakfast by then."

And with that, she turned and walked out. I watched as she wiggled my new, exclusive food dispenser out of the room. When the doors closed, my stomach grumbled and I belched the largest, longest, foulest shit-burp one could likely imagine. I should have been embarrassed. I should have felt deep shame at what I had just done. But I didn't. I only felt pride and satisfaction. I was satiated and, for the first time in my life, truly happy.





Continued in Voyager Uncensored #6: "24/Seven, Part II"





Scatwoman@aol.com

September 21, 2011



Voyager Uncensored Ch. 06



VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 6: "24/Seven", Part II 

My name is toilet. The girl named Sabine d'Aucourt is no more. This is the story of how I came to be the ultimate human toilet for my Mistress, Seven of Nine...

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 1 "My New Identity"

*****

Despite Seven's instructions, I found that I could not suddenly give up eating real food and drinking real drinks – a lifetime of tastes and habits couldn't be eliminated just because Seven commanded me to. As much as I desired to follow her every order, I had to keep eating.

While I loved serving as her toilet - in the heat of the moment I wanted nothing else – in my more sober moments I feared the prospect of what she had demanded of me. I feared not just the health risks – could she seriously expect me to get proper nutrition from her waste? But I feared something deeper, more important. I wasn't ready to give up my humanity. I loved Seven and would do anything for her, but I was still a human being, wasn't I?

Not according to Seven. The first time I accompanied her to an important briefing in the conference room with all of the senior staff, Captain Janeway greeted me warmly.

"Ensign d'Aucourt! Sabine, isn't it?" she said with a warm smile.

I opened my mouth to answer, but Seven cut me off immediately.

"Captain," she stated with a cold seriousness as to capture the attention not just of Janeway, but the entire senior staff assembled in the room, "henceforth, this unit is designated simply as 'toilet'. Her former appellation served no logical purpose. It was overly long, inefficient and undescriptive in respect to her function."

Everyone in the room snapped their heads toward Seven and I at this statement. Even my eyes widened as this was the first I'd heard of this... rechristening. It shocked and appalled me on some level, but my pussy quivered at the thought of it.

"And this new name you've chosen for her is... more descriptive of her... function?" Janeway asked.

"Explicitly," Seven replied concisely.

"I see," Janeway smiled and turned to the rest of the crew who were all either smirking or slack-jawed and flabbergasted, "nice to meet you, *toilet*." 

  I spent the entirety of the meeting kneeling at Seven's side, eyes cast downward trying to ignore the stares and hushed whispers of the assembled officers. I was blushing deeper than a red giant about to go supernova, completely and utterly humiliated. But I could not deny the fact that, as I sat there on display, I was also drippingly, soppingly *wet*.

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 2 "Infatuation"

*****

I found myself increasingly desiring Seven's shit, not out of hunger (I was still eating real food without her knowledge) but out of sheer lust. I was addicted to Seven, and to the subjugation she inflicted upon me. She brought out something primal and base in me that I hadn't known existed, and which, at some level, was very freeing.

I began to feel, though, that Seven didn't care for me – that I was only a toilet for her and nothing more. I thought maybe she loved me as I loved her – especially the way she allowed me to pleasure myself as I ate from her ass. Surely that meant she wanted me to have pleasure, too – that she cared for me?

One night in the third month of my toilet servitude, I decided to try to bring our relationship to the next level. I had showered and cleaned myself inside and out thoroughly. I was licking her clean and when I got to her face – I kissed her! I deep kissed her passionately with all the pent-up desire I'd felt since I first laid eyes on her! I poured my heart and soul into that kiss and longed to feel her reciprocate my affections.

"WHAT are you doing!" Seven exclaimed and physically shoved me away, throwing me against a far wall. I had never seen her so angry!

I was hurt, both physically and emotionally. But maybe she didn't understand the gesture- maybe she wasn't familiar with human expressions of love? As she strode over to me at a threatening pace, I tried to explain.

"I-AIIOOWW!" I shrieked as she grabbed me by the hair, roughly yanked my head back and forced all her weight onto my face, shitting forcefully – violently, even into my mouth as I cried out in anguish.

I knew, then, that Seven not only didn't the concepts of love or romance – she did not feel them, either. Not towards me or anyone else for that matter. To her, I *was* nothing more than a human toilet – a convenient receptacle for her waste. Wouldn't you be repulsed if your toilet tried to kiss you on the mouth? Though the realization broke my heart, I couldn't blame her.

Despite my broken heart, I frigged myself crazy, desperately as she crapped down my throat with a vengeance, a meanness I'd never experienced from her before. She barely gave me time to chew and swallow. I had become quite adept at the act in the few months (having done it once or twice every single day) and yet was a struggle to keep up with her expulsions this time.

I let myself go in the moment – released my desires for love and affection, put them out of my mind forever. It was not to be and there was no point in desiring that which I would never have. So I set my mind to being exactly what I was to Seven: nothing but a toilet. It is such a degrading, humiliating feeling – but ultimately freeing as well! To have no desires, no needs, no wants, no ambitions. To just exist to serve a very simple purpose and to execute that duty well and regularly. It was like being returned to my infancy – all I needed to do was eat and sleep. I was completely dependent on my owner – my Mistress, Seven. My new infancy wasn't just due to the fact that I got all of my sustenance from her, but that I ate and drank it *directly* from her body – like a babe suckling from her mother's teat. And like a nipple and it's milk, it was being force-fed into my mouth, I had no choice, no control, and I loved it.

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 2 "Unfaithful"

*****

After having my affections spurned by Seven, I had given up on love and made peace with it. But just when you think you have everything figured out, life has a way of proving you wrong.

Her name was Bashra. Lieutenant Bashra Edrazi. She was so beautiful. She was part Indian, part Romulan – and intoxicatingly exotic mix. Her flawless buttery-tan skin, her graceful, black arched eyebrows and her deep, almond-shaped black eyes. I had never seen a woman like her and I was instantly infatuated with her the first time she stopped in Astrometrics. She was a bioengineer and specialized in Borg nanotechnology and how they could be used to alter human biology. Bashra was tasked with monitoring Seven's remaining Borg technology and taking samples of her nanites for research.

For the first time since I'd been assigned to Seven, I found myself thinking of another woman than Seven. I even found myself distracted while servicing Seven, my thoughts drifting to those perfect, angular but soft features and her taut, athletic body.

After being obsessed with her for a week or so I decided there was no reason I couldn't just go for it. My only tasks involved serving Seven, I had spare time that I could use for a personal life. And Seven shouldn't mind – she couldn't get jealous since she had no feelings for me anyway.

I started by sending her an anonymous present through the transporter, to her room. I'd done some digging into her personnel profile and discovered one of her hobbies was botany, so I had a replica of the most rare, beautiful flower in the Alpha Quadrant beamed into room – 'Zantadeschia risiacopa', the "Great Bird of the Galaxy". It was renowned for its glittering pink-purple iridescence, long, lean graceful lines... and petals and stamen in a form heavily suggestive of a blooming woman's vagina. The message was quite clear.

The next few times I saw her, I was tortured by her presence. Had she seen the flower? Did she love it? Or did she find it an invasion of privacy and recycle it? How would I know? I should have chosen something that would let me see if she'd appreciated it or not... maybe if I could find some excuse to visit her in her quarters? My mind was busy scheming and planning this grand escapade when I realized she was looking right at me! I had been staring at her and she'd noticed. She smiled at me and I nearly fainted.

When Bashra left, Seven walked over to me and looked me over.

"Are you unwell?" Seven asked me.

"Hunh?" I replied absent-mindedly, still imagining Bashra and I together.

"Your heart rate is accelerated, your pupils are dilated, your breathing is rapid and shallow and your temperature has increased by 3.7 degrees," Seven analyzed me, "Are you having a panic attack of some sort?"

"Oh... uh, no, I'm fine, thank you," I replied – it was touching to see Seven concerned for my health, somewhat endearing.

"So you are healthy, then?" she asked pointedly.

"Yes-" I started to reply.

"Good," she interrupted me as she pushed me up against the wall and to my knees, "I have an unusually large bowel movement today, the... I was challenged to participate in a 'hot dog eating contest' at Lt. Paris' 'Bar-B-Que'."

I groaned as she squeezed out the first loaf forcefully into my mouth, filling it with soft, mushy, foul shit-paste.

"I won," she informed me as she unleashed the "spoils of victory" down my throat. But even as I sat there consuming my Mistress' fecal feast, I dreamt of soft, gentle lovemaking with the beauteous, exotic Bashra...

. . . . .

Two days later, I was surprised when I ran into Bashra in The Mess Hall. I had eaten there at the same time every day and had never seen here there. As she took her place in line beside me at the buffet, I stiffened, suddenly exquisitely aware of how I might look at the moment – any hairs that might be out of place, whether my shirt was tucked and wrinkle-free, had I brushed my teeth since... "breakfast"??

"Hi Sabine, I haven't seen you in here before," she melted my heart when she spoke to me – and called me by my name! Only Janeway and her senior crew knew the true nature of my duties. I thanked my lucky stars that Bashra didn't know of my shame.

"Uh, yeah, me neither – I mean, you neither?" I stammered nervously, "I mean – I haven't seen you either... I mean, here –"

"I know what you mean," she assured me, mercifully.

"Are you sitting with anyone?" she after we had gotten our food.

"No, I, uh, always eat alone, actually," I admitted. It was true – I had devoted myself to Seven so thoroughly, and to training before, that I had never really made (or at least managed to keep) any friends.

"No! We can't allow that!" she exclaimed in mock horror and took my arm (I shook at the thrill of it) and led me over to a quiet table in the corner.

We spent the most pleasant 20 minutes of my life discussing our lives before Voyager, our personal interests and hobbies, our aspirations and experiences. By the time it was time to return to duty, I realized that I'd never known anyone – or allowed anyone to know me – as much as Bashra.

"That was fun," Bashra said as we recycled our trays, "What are you doing for dinner tonight?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing – was this woman, this painfully perfect, fascinating, beautiful creature – asking me out on a date?!

"Nothing!" I answered a little too quickly, too emphatically.

"Good, it's a date, then," she smiled, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and strode out, waving to me cheerily as she said, "I loved the flower, by the way," she grinned broadly as the doors closed behind her.

I stood there for several seconds, flabbergasted at what had just transpired, feeling my cheek where she had kissed me.

I was snapped out of my reverie by the bleeping of my communicator. Seven had programmed it to warn me when my duty shift began as a sort of alarm. I hurried back to her for fear of risking a rebuke for being tardy. As I ran back, daydreaming about my prospective date that night – what I'd wear, what I'd say to be interesting and appealing to Bashra, what I'd tell her if she asked about my work – I never even realized that I had unwittingly double-booked. I had agreed to meet Bashra for dinner that night at 19:00 hours, but my evening duty shift with Seven was due to begin just half an hour later...

. . . . .

That evening, I went through my entire replicator rations for the month trying on every possible style of clothing – I tried Indian, Romulan and even hybrid Indo-Romulan dresses. I tried sexy, silky, sleek and frilly. I worried about appearing to try too hard, about overdressing – what if she wasn't really thinking of it as a date – what if she just wanted to be friends? I tried dressing casual, but that seemed dumpy and maybe trying too hard to be casual and might make her think I'm not interested. Pathetically, I decided to just wear my uniform. But, as a small touch, I did keep a sexy, frilly thong I'd found with a stitching of the flower I'd given Bashra on the crotch. If things did happen to get extremely personal, she'd see how much I thought about her...

Nervous and with butterflies racing about in my stomach, I headed out to my dinner date and got there a full 15 minutes early. I internally chided myself for showing up early and looking desperate. But to my surprise, Bashra was already there as well! She was wearing a tight, shiny purple bodysuit with a black jacket and incredibly sexy high heeled knee-high boots. Her silky black hair was pulled up in an elaborate, elegant style, studded with green and amber gems. My GOD, she was sexy! I suddenly felt extremely underdressed and dumpy.

Bashra waved me over and I self-consciously fixed my uniform and hair and walked over and sat down with her. We ate by candlelight and ordered from the Bolian waiter. It was like a real date, and she seemed totally into me! And, to my surprise and relief, she never asked about my duties with Seven.

We started with drinks, then a light appetizer, salads and ate our dinners slowly and leisurely, enjoying each others' company more than the food itself.

We had gotten into a lengthy discussion about the philosophical ramifications of Neelix's recent "resurrection" by Seven's nanites after he was killed in a nebula (see the Voyager Season 4 episode "Mortal Coil") – Bashra thought it was a perfect example of the potential power of nanites to reshape our human destinies, I felt it was a great thing to save him, but worried if it might change what it means to be human - when my communicator began to chirp at me. I tried to ignore it, but it was incessant (it almost sounded annoyed!).

"Do you need to answer that?" Bashra asked, distracted by it.

"What, oh, no, it's nothing," I lied as I fiddled with it. I realized then that we must have lost track of time – I was supposed to be reporting to duty right at that moment! The time had flown so incredibly quickly and I felt Bashra and I were getting along so incredibly well – we had made one of those rare instant connections where we just immediately "clicked". I couldn't let it end. Seven could wait a few more minutes – it wasn't like I had any *real* duties.

I took off the communicator and stuffed it in my pocket. I tried to be casual and resume the conversation where we left off, but the chirping didn't stop. I reached in and turned it off.

"There," I said, pleased, "no more interruptions."

Bashra smiled – a radiant, warm, enchanting smile that would make any mortal fall instantly, deeply in love with this woman. And I had already fallen, *hard*.

We then both began to hear some distant sound like someone talking outside the door, but there was nobody there. We looked around and we laughed as she realized it was a muffled voice coming from my communicator, shoved into my pocket!

She pulled it out to hear what it was saying before I could stop her (besides, I wasn't going to stop her putting her hand into my pants!) and Seven's demanding, audibly irritated voice blared out of it. She had used the emergency reactivation to reach me!

"-for your duty shift! I order you to report IMMEDIATELY or suffer the consequences. I have urgent needs and a significant load of-" I quickly reached over and snatched it from Bashra before Seven could complete that particular turn of phrase, walked over to the recycling receptacle and dropped it in!

"Whoa!" Bashra laughed, looking surprised, but impressed, "boss issues?"

"She's such a pain," I sighed – turning on Seven came surprisingly easily, "all she cares about is efficiency and duty – she doesn't have an empathetic bone in her body, she's been a Borg so long she doesn't understand the human concept of 'having a life'!" 

Bashra laughed lightly along with me, "I've heard she's quite the slave-driver... but, still, I think she's kind of fascinating, don't you? Her life experience certainly is unique and those nanites of hers have so much to offer us!"

"I guess," I acceded, "but that doesn't mean she's likable!"

We both laughed cattily at this – looking back now, it pains me at how quickly I betrayed my Mistress.

"You're so bad!" Bashra cooed as she grabbed my wrist.

I put my hand on hers and purred suggestively, "it's no *fun* being a good girl all the time..."

Bashra looked into my eyes with a piqued curiosity, seeing something in them she hadn't seen before, something I'd never let out before with anyone. She appeared to be receptive to my flirting, biting her lip and looking me up and down. 

Bashra lifted her fork with some seared Bajoran salmon on it and offered it to me as she replied, "maybe you'll have to show me just how bad you can be... but we should finish our dinner before we move on to dessert, don't you think?"

I leaned forward to take the bite from her fork, planning to suck the fish from it as seductively as I could when I saw her expression change as she looked past me over my shoulder. Her eyes widened and her expression changed to one of... alarm?

I turned just in time to see a blur of silver as Seven grabbed me by the arm and berated me loudly and publically.

"YOU are neglecting your duties!" she seemed as mad as I'd ever seen her, "you will COME with me RIGHT *NOW."

I suddenly felt a defiant streak run through me – I wasn't just Seven's slave, I was a human being and I had the same right to happiness and freedom as any other! I wasn't going to let Seven deny me that for her own selfish needs!

"I'm *busy*," I replied nastily, "can't you see that? This is called a date – it's what *people* do." I tried to pull my arm from her grasp, but she was so much stronger than me that she didn't even notice my effort.

Seven, for once was at a loss of words. She looked at me, then at Bashra, then back at me. I wasn't sure, but I thought I maybe saw a flicker of emotion on her face. Embarrassment? Hurt? Jealousy? But it was gone as quickly as it came, if it had truly been there at all.

"That is irrelevant, I have-" Seven began, but I cut *her* off this time!

"It is *not* irrelevant!" I cried, trying to stand up for emphasis, but was stuck in place by Seven's grip, "This is a personal relationship, Seven! People like to spend time with each other even when they're *not* working! Or does that not *compute*?!"

I knew I had stepped over the line even as the words had come out of my mouth. Everyone in the room was staring in shocked astonishment. Even Bashra looked at me with an expression that made me immediately regret my words. It was clear she didn't approve of my treatment of Seven and she looked at me as if she felt maybe she didn't really know me at all. It was heartbreaking.

I wanted to take it back immediately, but I didn't get the chance. Seven grabbed me by the hair ferociously and yanked me right out of my chair! Before all of the stunned diners, Seven dragged me by the hair – directly into the public restroom in The Mess Hall!




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...

Lt. Bashra Edrazi sat, agape, in her chair, unable to believe the scene that had just played out before her. He had heard of Seven's reputation for being disagreeable and difficult to work with – demanding and exacting. But he'd never seen anything like this!

She wondered if this was something she should get involved with. She liked Sabine – she was cute, in a naive sort of way, and Bashra had looked forward to having a little fun with the girl. She figured she would be an easy lay the way the teen had been eying her up and had sent her that embarrassingly coy gift from her "secret admirer"... Bashra thought the two could have some fun for a while, but this seemed to be something that wasn't really her business.

Still, her curiosity was burning, she had to know what was going on in there. She waited a couple minutes, then snuck into the bathroom quietly, slipping into a stall and watching through the cracks.

Bashra saw that Seven still had Sabine by the hair and was being quite rough and aggressive with the girl.

"Your first duty is to ME, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week!" Seven reminded the girl.

"I have to eat SOMETIME!" the girl defiantly replied, holding onto the stronger woman's arm – not to escape her grip, which would have been futile, but to hold herself up and alleviate some of the strain on her scalp.

"I keep you WELL fed," Seven declared, "in fact, you are gaining weight and becoming inefficient!"

The words even stung Bashra – she could only imagine how Sabine must have felt!

"That's because YOU eat too much!" Sabine spat back. Bashra didn't understand how that followed, but...

"You have no reason to complain," Seven argued back, "YOU eat extraneously, inefficiently. Taking up valuable ship resources, eating slowly, carousing with... *others*...!"

Bashra could swear Seven said that last word with... jealousy? There was more going on here than a boss/employee workplace spat!

"*I* will feed you the way you are *MEANT* to be fed!" Seven pronounced with palpable authority and pushed the squirming, yelping teen down to her knees. Bashra watched in amazement and paralyzed fascination as Seven's nanites removed her entire uniform, leaving the tall, muscular, busty woman completely naked save for her Borg implants.

Bashra watched, transfixed, as Seven planted her asshole directly on Sabine's open, protesting mouth and *shat* violently into the harrowed teen's craw! The girl, for her part, struggled and fought and tried to get free, but she was helpless as a child before the augmented might of the statuesque Borg woman dominating her. Bashra had to get a better look and pushed open the stall door to be able to see the entire scene before her.

...

As Seven shit-raped my mouth, I caught a bit of movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over, panicking that someone might have walked in and discovered this indecent incident. To my utter shock and horror, I saw Bashra, my sweet, dear Bashra... *watching* us!

Somehow I'd never really felt as ashamed by what I'd become than I did at that very moment. Here was the woman I had fallen for, who I had sparked a real, deep friendship with, who I could see spending the rest of my life with – and she was seeing me like this. On my knees before another woman, with my face shoved between her powerful buttocks, taking her massive load of raw sewage down my throat, bloating my belly. I had started to feel like a real woman again with this woman, Bashra, and now Seven had reduced me to just a toilet again, in front of her.

...

Bashra couldn't tear her eyes away and reached down to between her legs, found the hidden easy-release seam and opened her bodysuit at the crotch to expose her moist, steamy cunt. She rubbed herself and rocked her hips as she watched through the cracks. She couldn't believe how thoroughly and expertly Seven was dominating the girl – and the sheer filthiness of what she was doing to her! It was so wonderfully wicked! She pushed the door the rest of the way open and sat back on the toilet seat to spread her legs and finger herself furiously as she watched.

...

I couldn't believe it when Bashra not only kept watching us, but kept watching and *started masturbating*! This was not how I hoped our first encounter would go!

Seven was either oblivious to Bashra's presence, or didn't care. I looked up into her eyes and the same look of righteous fury was still on her face as she literally shot the crap out of her intestines and into my belly. I had never truly been afraid of Seven's power over me and what she could really do to me if she wanted before this point. I looked back at Bashra, she was lost in perverse delirium, massaging her tits and fingering and rubbing her clit with wild abandon. Her face was flushed, her eyes heavy and lidded and her tongue licked at her slender, sensual lips.

She was so fucking hot. She was more beautiful than ever. Between the sight of her pleasuring herself at the sight of my abuse, and my own body's conditioned, automatic reaction to being used as a toilet, the taste of my Mistress' shit upon my tongue, the feel of it filling my belly, I couldn't resist the urge to pleasure myself as well.

Desperately, I wiggled my pants down, pushed my panties aside and rubbed my sopping wet, shaven pussy, moaning and groaning around the mouthfuls of shit being force-fed to me by Seven.

"Oh fuck!" I heard Bashra moan as she saw me do this, and I looked right into her eyes. She came, bucking her hips in forceful jerks, pulling her own hair and twisting her face in a grimace of uncontrolled ecstasy. As she came, she rammed her fingers in and out of her pussy in a blur and squirted her cum juices all over the toilet seat and bathroom floor!

Watching Bashra cum triggered my own, deep, shame-driven orgasm and I screamed into Seven's filthy, shit-caked asshole as I exploded in the strongest climax of my life and swallowed down the last, huge lump of Seven's revenge crap.

Finished, Seven dropped me to the dirty restroom tile with complete disregard and reformed her uniform.

"I expect, toilet," she addressed me, "that this is the LAST time you will neglect you duties. Consider yourself now *permanently* on-duty."

She strode out and left me there on the floor with a shit-stained mouth, a dripping exposed cunt, my pants around my knees and my fingers dripping with my own cum. I didn't even care that everyone out in The Mess Hall could see me lying there on the floor as the doors parted for Seven.

Then, as I laid there on my back, staring at the ceiling, Bashra stepped into my field of view.

"Bashra-" I began.

"Shhhh," she said, looking down on me with a look of what seemed like genuine care.

"You have to understand... this wasn't my choice, I-" I tried to excuse what she'd just witnessed.

"Shhh, SHH," Bashra shushed me as she leaned over me, nearing me.

"Captain Janeway... she assigned me to Seven-" I explained.

"I said SHUT UP, *toilet*!" Bashra spat at me, grabbing my face by the cheeks and squeezing, forcing my mouth open – then she sat her perfect, petite, tight, muscled and tan ass on my face with all her weight. Her asshole distended into my mouth and a firm, slick turd slid out of her anus and filled my mouth with her taste. I groaned and did not resist. I swirled her gift in my mouth with my tongue, chewed it up and swallowed it down, locking my eyes with hers.

"Oh FUCK, YES!" she swore down at me, fingering herself again, "EAT MY FUCKING SHIT, YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS LITTLE TOILET BITCH!!!"

I moaned at her verbal degradation and reached down and rubbed my swollen pussy anew, rubbing myself to climax after climax as the love of my life used my mouth as a toilet.

I must have blacked out from my multiple orgasms. When I awoke, I was still laying on the floor of the bathroom. I still had some of Bashra's delectable turd in my mouth and my face and hair was soaked in concentrated, cold piss. My mouth was plugged in there by my frilly flowery panties. Bashra must have seen them and recognized the flower I gave her on it. I pulled them out and saw the flower was shit-stained and she had written a message on them.

"Cute, toilet. Looking forward to our next 'dinner party'! Love & Kisses!"

I sat there on the floor of the bathroom, half-naked, piss-soaked and chewing on the shit of the love of my life. I cleaned myself up, stuffed the shit-stained panties in my mouth and staggered back to my quarters. I managed to get a full 3 hours of sleep before Seven woke me and called me do my duty yet again. I *had* learned my lesson. I would never neglect my duties again.

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 3 "Efficiency"

*****

To my personal torment, Bashra began spending more time with Seven. They were working on a project together that I wasn't privy to (being simply a toilet, I was not to worry myself with irrelevant duties). Whatever it was, they were highly engaged and dedicated to it. I could see them look over at me sometimes and Bashra would occasionally shoot me the most sadistic grin, which I must admit was rather discomfiting. Whenever Seven would call me over to drink her piss and eat her shit while she continued to work, Bashra would watch with an evil grin and rub herself off.

I suspected that Bashra had just been making up work in order to spend time with us so she could be a voyeur and watch Seven use me as a toilet. But they *were* actually working on a grand project, as I later discovered. In fact, the project did involve me, though indirectly...

Seven and Bashra strode over to me where I knelt in the corner of the room.

"Toilet," Seven called to me. I sat upright, lifting my butt off my heels and was erect on my knees before her, my arms down at my side as she preferred and looked up at her.

"Lt. Edrazi and I have formulated a solution for your 'eating' problem," Seven informed me.

It was the last thing I expected to hear, "*what* eating-" I began.

"As we discussed before, you are eating extraneously, consuming ship resources and gaining weight in an unsightly manner," Seven derided me. I wanted to look away, but I knew that would only annoy her.

"I realize now that this is my fault," Seven shocked me when she said this! Seven acknowledging error? What did she mean, her fault?

"My plan to save ship resources by only allowing you to feed on my waste was... unrealistic," Seven admitted begrudgingly, "there is not enough nutritional content for a human to live on, I now realize."

I didn't know what to say... was she ending our arrangement? I began to panic – how could this happen so suddenly? She had just used me two hours ago – why this sudden change of heart? Would she not need me now? What would happen to me?! What would I do, what use could I possibly be if she released me?!

"Therefore," Seven continued, "with Lt. Edrazi's assistance, my nanites have been programmed to have reformulated my fecal matter to be the perfect, complete nutritional meal for you. My urine has been reformulated to contain essential vitamins and electrolytes for your biology. My waste products will henceforth be the singular source of nutrition you will need."

I had no words – no thoughts. I could barely comprehend what was happening at that moment.

Seven tapped her PADD a few times and a chirp of acknowledgement sounded forth from it.

"I have just removed your name from the galley rolls and zeroed out your monthly replicator budget."

"No... I can't go to The Mess Hall anymore?" I asked.

"My nutritionally optimized feces is better for you than Neelix's cooking," Seven explained, "Furthermore, you will no longer be a drain on this ship's resources. Congratulations are in order for increasing you efficiency."

I looked at Seven with wide, incredulous eyes. Was this a joke? Seven's expression was one of complete seriousness. Though it always was. I looked to Bashra and she was smiling, but not a smile of amusement. It was that sick, perverse, sadistic grin I'd seen on her cruelly beautiful face so often in this past month. They were completely serious. I was never going to eat real food again!

"There are some side-effects," Seven warned me, "the smell and, presumably, taste of the fecal matter seems to have intensified significantly. According to our projections, my feces and urine will taste roughly ten times stronger than before. However," Seven stated in her usual detached manner, "taste is irrelevant. It is more nutritious for you so you will eat it."

Seven continued, "there are beneficial side-effects as well. I will urinate more heavily and more frequently. You will need 3 liters of water a day, and I will be providing it all for you. Additionally, the bulk of my feces will increase threefold. This is fortunate as it will keep you feeling full all day so that you will never feel the need to eat when apart from me. According to my feeding schedule and estimates of your digestive rate, I estimate you will be actively digesting my excreta 24 hours a day."

All of this was too much to take in. I swooned and felt dizzy as if I might pass out.

Bashra reached down a caught me. I was thankful for her care and it felt good to have her warm skin on mine.

"Seven, quick, she must be dehydrated!" Bashra exclaimed, "I think it's time to try your new recycling plan!"

Seven looked at the PADD, "yes, my nanites have completed their work, I am ready," she said as the crotch of her uniform parted on its own to reveal her pussy with its wrinkled pink lips and her blonde curly pubes.

Bashra lifted my head to Seven's crotch, squeezed open my jaws and positioned my open mouth under Seven's piss-hole. Immediately Seven's hot piss shot out of her urethra and splashed against my tongue with torrential force! This snapped me right back to my senses – not just because of the power of it, but due to the intense taste! It was salty and sweet at the same time, a bit sour and extremely, extremely ripe tasting! It was the strongest, most foul piss I'd ever tasted! I saw it shooting out of her and noticed it had a sickly, dark, cloudy yellowish-amber color to it. Bashra must have thought it smelled horrible, too, because she immediately shoved my head forward, planting my gaping mouth over Seven's spraying cunt, creating a seal that would let no piss escape!

I stared up at Seven, eyes tearing from the potency of the concoction being poured down my throat. Bashra, for her part, kept me sealed there and spat nasty words of encouragement in my ear as she rubbed herself with my fingers.

"That's it, drink it all down, you filthy toilet!" she whispered huskily, her hot breath against my ear, "taste it, cunt, swallow that nasty, rank piss! Fill your pretty belly with it! How does it taste, hunh? Strong enough for you?"

I looked in Bashra's eyes and she noticed my tears, "oh, is poor baby toilet crying? Are you crying tears of joy because you're so happy to be drinking this gourmet pee-pee we made for you? You're welcome, toilet-bitch!" and she licked up my tears, "MMMmmmmm..."

Good to her word, Seven poured at least a full 20 ounces of her newly reformulated urine into my stomach. I could feel it sloshing around in there any time I moved, making me feel a bit off-balance.

After I had licked Seven's cunt completely clean of every last remnant of her putrid pee, Bashra turned my face to hers and squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open to make sure I swallowed it all.

"Say ah, toilet!" she said cheerily as she inspected my mouth, "Mmm, that was yummy, right?"

Suddenly I burped the longest, loudest, and absolutely foulest piss-burp known to man right in Bashra's face!

"UGH!!!" she slapped me and threw me down on the ground, standing up and trying to wave away the stink, "You fucking sewer-mouth! Blech!" She spat out the taste from her mouth – right onto me, of course, her spittle hitting me on the chest and face.

Just then, Seven's ass cheeks exploded in a nasty, wet, long fart that made her impressive butt cheeks flap. The stench was absolutely nauseating and Bashra backed away, nearly dry-heaving.

  "I believe the second part of our experiment is ready as well," Seven stated matter-of-factly.

Seven didn't need Bashra's help this time. She grabbed me by my ponytail (which I wore high on my head as it made a convenient handle for Seven on just such occasions), effortlessly raised my face to her ass... and blew another, even longer ass blast right into my open mouth! Instantly I gagged and my eyes stung, my nostrils were on fire! I heaved and was about to barf for certain, but never got the chance. Seven pulled my head back, sat her voluptuous ass right on my face and immediately shat a massive, thick pole into my throat, effectively plugging me up and putting an end to any plans my vomit might have had of escaping. 

However bad the smell was, the taste was infinitely worse! It was foul and acrid and putrid – it was strong and even somehow spicy! It made my tongue burn and my throat rebel. I gagged and retched around the log forcing its way down my gullet, but I was helpless to stop it. It was so thick and dense – with a hard, heavy dark brown core, but a viscous, repugnant slime coating it, acting as a vile lubricant to ease its way through my mouth, down my throat and into my gut.

The incredible shit-log mercifully broke into pieces occasionally to allow me to chew – which I did more out of a survival instinct than to taste it. Each bite released the hidden cornucopia of offensive, putrid flavors packed within, overwhelming all my other senses so much that I couldn't feel anything, see anything, hear anything – all I could feel was the taste of her shit filling my mouth, filling me up. I could feel the largeness of the lumps of crap sliding down into my belly, and I could feel the splashing and sloshing as the large chunks fell into the churning pool of her piss that filled it already... I really felt like nothing more than a toilet, more at that moment than ever before.

Seven hadn't been lying about the side-effects. The amount of excrement that discharged from that incredible ass of hers was truly unbelievable. It was easily three times as much as before, and denser and thicker to boot. And Seven's bowel movements had already been sizable before. Truthfully, just one fecal feeding a day like this one would be enough to keep me full!

But the plan was already decided, and when Seven was satisfied that I'd spelunked every last nugget of crap from her anal canal, she informed me of my next scheduled feeding in 3 hours and left me there with a distended belly, overwhelming nausea and not a trace of dignity or humanity left in me.

I didn't even notice when Bashra came all over my face, squatting over me, then pissed directly into my open, shit-caked mouth. I simply swallowed the foaming shit-piss shake bulging out my cheeks, as any good toilet should...

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 5 "Doctor's Orders"

*****

  Within five months of being Seven's toilet, I had become entirely conditioned to the act. A particularly embarrassing public example occurred after Seven had an extended bout of constipation which was troublesome for her (making her uncomfortable and more irritable than usual) and for me as I had long since switched over to a diet exclusively of her wastes and was starving for her shit by this point.        She and Ensign Kim were giving a presentation to the senior crew for some mission (I never knew what was happening on the ship from week to week – it seemed like one crisis after another, but I was sheltered from it all being a lowly toilet).

I was sitting next to Seven's seat, near the head end of the table. Captain Janeway was sitting across from me and I watched quietly as Seven carried on her very lengthy briefing. Suddenly, without warning, Seven loudly and audibly farted! Everyone in the room froze at the social faux pas, but Seven completely ignored it, feeling no shame or embarrassment, and continued with her presentation without pause.




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However, as soon as I heard Seven fart, my stomach involuntarily grumbled – loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. There were looked of surprise and bemusement and snickers from the back by Torres and Tom. Janeway smiled at me in the most sadistic, perverted way.

But it didn't end there – Seven repeatedly farted – over and over, passing gas through the entire rest of the presentation – for another 20 minutes! The others in the room all tried to wave away the stench, cover their noses or get some fresh air. But not me. I sat there, belly growling, hunger stoked uncontrollably and, as Janeway pointed out to my sheer shame later, drooling all over the table. I hadn't even realized I was doing it – it was a completely autonomic reaction from my body. My body had learned that, whenever I expected to be feeding on Seven's shit, a large amount of saliva eased the passage of semi-chewed large chunks into my gut and helped in the digestive process. I was adapting, biologically, to my new function. I was becoming less human and more commode every day...

It was so humiliating, to be surrounded by all of these normal, professional people and to be audibly grumbling and drooling all over the table! But it made it even more clear to me that I was no longer one of them.

After the meeting, all the senior staff rushed out, drawing deep fresh breaths of air on the bridge. All but the Doctor who asked Seven and I to report to Sickbay.

While all of the senior crew new about Seven's arrangement with me, the Doctor did not. Seven felt he would object to the thought of a human being trying to live off of such a diet and she was right. So she had not told him and the senior crew had conspired to keep it a secret from him. This all made for a very awkward conversation in Sickbay that day.

  "Miss d'Aucourt," the Doctor addressed me. Only he had to do it three times before I realized he was talking to me! Nobody had called me by my name for so long that I'd forgotten what it sounded like...       "Uh, yes Doctor?" I replied, at last.       "I couldn't help but notice your drooling and stomach grumbling during the meeting," the Doctor informed me with some empathy, "have you eaten anything recently?"       "Well... I've only had liquids for the past couple days," I admitted.       "What?!" the Doctor looked appalled, "Do you have an eating disorder? Why would you do that? You're a fit, trim young woman, you don't need to take such drastic and, frankly, unhealthy steps to lose any weight!"       While I appreciated his complements, I tried to explain myself, forgetting momentarily that the Doctor was not informed of my actual situation, "I've tried, I really, really have – believe me!" I emphasized, "Seven's been so constipated for a few days and-"       "I didn't ask you about Seven's intestinal problems," the Doctor cut me off, "that's a personal matter for Seven and, frankly, none of your business young lady! Please don't try to change the subject."       "Uh... sorry," I offered, weakly, "I'll... eat something soon, I promise, okay?"       The Doctor gave me a somewhat dubious look, "I'll hold you to that, I want to check on you later and see how you're doing. Consider that an order."       "Yes, Doctor," I acknowledged.       The Doctor then turned to Seven and I watched as he prescribed an extra strong laxative for her, handing her a hypo and several bottles for multiple doses.       "Be forewarned, though," he advised her, "this is extremely potent and you should be expecting to be spending quite a lot of time on the toilet over the next two days!"       Seven looked directly at me and replied matter-of-factly, "that should not be a problem," as she injected the first dose of the super-laxative into her arm. As if on cue, my stomach grumbled loudly again.       The Doctor shook his head, "you'd better get something to eat right away!" he warned me.       "Doctor, I can assure you that I will see to it that she is WELL fed," Seven informed him.       "Good," the Doctor smiled, "You know, I'm glad to see Seven has taken you under her wing, Miss D'Aucourt. She's an excellent role model for you. I hear she eats *twice* what the average crewman eats and she's still quite fit! You could learn a lot from her!"       I groaned and dutifully followed Seven out of Sickbay and to her bathroom for what did, indeed, turn out to be a marathon session. Her liquefied shit exploded from her ass like never before and I did indeed learn much those few days – such as how to drink shit straight down, to chug diarrhea like an academy cadet chugs beer...

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 6 "Progress"

*****

Seven's new dietary plan for me was working exactly as she had planned. I was now exclusively feeding from her ass and drinking from her cunt. I hadn't had a taste of real food in over two months and, to be honest, I couldn't even remember what it tasted like. I probably would have thrown it up if I had the opportunity to have some. My taste buds had become so overwhelmed by Seven's new, nastier feces that I couldn't imagine tasting anything else anymore.

It was going so well that Seven informed Captain Janeway of her "experiment" (me). Seven proposed that, if this went well and my health proved to be stable (or even improving as she suspected it might), then she could extend this plan to the entire crew. If 50% of the crew served as personal toilets for the other 50%, we could save on half our resources – always in short supply in the Delta Quadrant where there was no Starfleet supply system to keep us stocked up. If we didn't go through our resources as quickly, we wouldn't have to take risks and detours stopping at so many planets to replenish our stores and we would get home sooner.

It was a perfectly logical plan.

I watched as Janeway came explosively down Kes' throat, her cock buried to the hilt in the Ocampan girl's face. She had gotten hard when Seven started explaining what she'd been doing with me these past several months and as Seven detailed everything she'd done and what she'd like to do with the entire ship, the Captain just couldn't hold her spunk in her impressively-sized balls anymore.

"Do you approve, Captain?" Seven asked of Janeway.

Janeway recovered from her intense orgasm and looked at Seven with a bemused expression, "yes, yes, Seven... you have my *FULL* blessing. Continue your trial case with all due diligence. I'm extremely interested in your... results." She smiled wickedly at me, causing me to blush. I had a bellyful of Seven's shit noisily digesting in my stomach right then and I could tell Janeway had noticed it.

"Thank you, Captain," Seven replied, "I will redouble my efforts."

"I'm sure you will," Janeway sighed as she pet Kes' sweaty, matted head, still fully impaled on her softening prick- I could see Kes' throat undulating – she was using her esophageal muscles to milk out every last drop of semen from the Captain's lengthy shaft.

Seven pulled me by my ponytail and I crawled out behind her, the fermenting shit and piss mixture in my belly sloshing sickeningly with every step...

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 7 "Brown with jealousy"

*****

Now that the secret was out about my duties for Seven, word spread through Voyager's rumor mill rapidly (greatly accelerated, apparently, by my trusted friend, Bashra herself).

It was soon after that I discovered that I was not the first to have executed these duties for Seven. I discovered she had used several other women before me. And, like me, they became addicted to the experience. I discovered this because they were all extremely jealous and resentful of me when they discovered that I was now Seven's exclusive toilet slave.

Each day, as the rumors spread I noticed more and more women giving me nasty looks in the corridors. I counted at least 6 or 7... Crewman Karen Wilson, The Delaney Twins (Jenny and Meghan), an engineer named Susan Nicoletti, an Orion named U'Lanai, a former Maquis with a bad attitude named Mariah Henley, a busty black woman named Amanda Porter and a redhead on the Hazard Team named Telsia Murphy.

As the days went on, their rude looks began to turn to rude comments. They'd say things like "hey, shit-for-brains" and "hungry, bitch?" or "bet you think you're hot shit, don't you? Or do you just like to eat hot shit?!" Occasionally, one would block my way, not letting me pass. For some reason, they delighted in tormenting me.

One fateful afternoon while I was allowed a rare break from duty, I saw three of them gathered in the deck 4 corridor. It was the Delaney Twins and Crewman Henley. I didn't like they confrontational way they were looking at me, so I decided to turn around and use the turbolift at the other end of the hall. But when I looked in that direction, Crewmen Wilson, Nicoletti and Murphy were blocking the way. I began to get worried and ducked into Cargo Bay 1 to wait it out and see if they would pass. But as I backed into the room, I bumped into someone and spun around with a jolt. Standing before me were the rest of the gang – Amanda Porter, the Orion woman U'Lanai and the woman I discovered was the ring leader of this motley crew: my beloved Bashra.

"Hey toilet," Bashra sneered, "did you get lost, or are you freelancing now?"

Behind me, I heard the doors open and the other six women from the corridor streamed in. In moments, I found myself at the center of a circle of 9 women who each had a very evil look on their faces.

"Yeah, toilet-bitch," Amanda jabbed her finger into my chest, "you hungry? Cruisin' for some extra yummies?"

I tried to back away, but the Delaney Twins each grabbed me by and arm and held me there.

Bashra stepped up and shoved her hand under my shirt. She felt my belly and spoke to the others, "she feels empty to me, girls, I think she needs a refill!"

I felt so betrayed by Bashra in that moment and I gave her an injured look, hoping to find mercy in her eyes. But all I found was depraved lust.

I knew there was no point in resisting, there was no chance of getting away. To them I was nothing but a toilet – the toilet that had taken Seven's attentions away from them. They were jealous of me and were going to exact their revenge and vent their frustrations on me. I accepted my fate as the twins pulled me to my knees and first girl, Amanda, dropped her pants, sat her big, brown muscled ass on my face and proceeded to fart and shit into my mouth. Her shit was different from Seven's and a surprise to me. It was soft and mushy and extremely foul. She swore as she smelled it filling my mouth and cursed like a Klingon as she ordered me to "swallow that nasty shit". Since it was so soft (and I was so practiced at the art), it was a relatively easy order to obey, and I did.

Each jilted woman took their place sitting on my face and feeding me their excrement in turn. The most memorable experience was the Orion woman – U'Lanai's turn. Apparently, the Orion diet is largely a fruity one – high in very complex sugars and fiber. As a result – her shit was actually quite sweet, soft, very voluminous... and dark green! I devoured it with a zeal that was obvious to the other women and their verbal humiliation of me intensified at the sight. I didn't care – the sweet shit was a welcome palate cleanser.

Unfortunately, the next woman to step up was one of the Delaney Twins – I can't remember which one, but her diet was obviously much less agreeable to her intestines because her asshole exploded into my mouth, flooding it with her chunky, putrid diarrhea! The sound of it blasting out of her guts with wet, sloppy spurts and sloshing around in my increasingly filthy mouth made the rest of the women groan in disgust and howl in laughter at my plight. I was ready to barf right into my tormentor's rectum after the first couple swallows, but I refused to give these sadistic women the satisfaction.

Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, and to my great relief, the door to the Cargo Bay opened and Seven of Nine stepped in! She stood, expressionless but obviously surprised at the scene before her – her own personal slave being held against her will and gang-force-fed shit from nine different women! Seven would *not* be happy about this violation – these women were in *big* trouble! I could only imagine her report to Janeway and the harsh punishments these harpies would quite deservedly receive.

The women must have realized this, too, because several of them backed away from me and looked extremely frightened. Bashra stood her ground, though, the only one of them not to look frightened silly. I admired her strength, even as I despised her betrayal.

"What is the meaning of this?" Seven demanded. I felt so... loved that Seven was coming to my defense like this! I often wondered if she cared for me at all – she never could show it, say it. But her actions would speak for themselves.

"Oh, hi Seven," Bashra said casually, "we were taking an inventory of the bay as per the Captain's orders and had to go to the bathroom *really* bad."

Then Amanda stepped forward, "yeah, but the bathrooms on this deck are all under maintenance!"

That was true – I remember reading that in the daily report. Something about their story seemed rehearsed and I wondered how much planning and preparation had gone into this scheme!

"So, we just grabbed the closest toilet we could find," U'Lanai chimed in, gesturing towards me.

"Yeah, we're just trying to be efficient," Mariah added, "like you!"

"We wouldn't want to miss any work," Susan said with a fake earnestness.

Seven looked at each of them, then at me, then back at them. She wasn't going to buy this sack of lies, was she?!

"A commendable course of action," Seven complimented them. I couldn't believe my ears!

I managed to break free and choke out a couple semi-intelligible words toward Seven to try to get her to help me out of this predicament. All I could manage was, "Seven – aren't you... going to DO something...?"

Seven looked at me, then at the girls. At first she looked puzzled, but then a look of realization flashed across her face and she said "of course," and began walking to me. The Delaney sister who had been sitting on my face got off of me at the imposing sight of Seven striding towards her so purposefully.

"*Excuse* me," she said to the twin icily. The one twin backed off while the other released my arm. I was free!

With effort, sore from being on my knees for so long and with a heavy belly, I started to get to my feet, grabbing Seven's arm for support, but I felt her hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down! I looked up at her and saw her turning her back to me, her uniform already opened to reveal her ass!

"It is time for my next bowel movement," Seven informed me as her asshole settled on my lips, "thank you for reminding me, toilet."

My nine tormenters watched in shocked amazement as Seven proceeded to join them in my ritualistic abuse and shat her usual massive load down my throat, joining their own in my now visibly distending belly! As I ate my Mistress' copious crap before them, giving them all a scandalous show, I could see and hear them laughing, giggling, some moaning, the twins kissing and rubbing each other's pussies, Bashra fingering herself as usual... Their devious scheme worked out better than they could have imagined. Not only did they get their revenge in tormenting and using me, they got to get off on watching Seven degrade me as well in their own private exhibition. Nevertheless, I couldn't let the circumstances prevent me from fulfilling my loyal pledge to my Mistress, so I obediently chugged down Seven's heavy turds as willingly and dutifully as usual.

When Seven was finished with me and the girls had all had a chance to marvel at the expert symbiosis the two of our digestive systems had evolved, Seven turned to me and regarded my figure. I could feel my belly stretched out and knew I must not have looked very attractive in the moment.

Seven sighed, "I have warned you about overindulging in your eating habits, toilet," she scolded me in front of everyone, "it is your own undisciplined appetite that is causing you to get so fat."

Seven shot me one last, heartbreaking look of disapproval and *left* me there in the Cargo Bay with my captors! She paused briefly only to say one last thing to them, "be sure that you are finished with her by the time her next duty shift begins. Carry on."

And with that, she was gone. My only hope of rescue. The women all looked at each other in astonishment, then broke out into hysterics. In their fits of hilarity, I momentarily entertained the idea of slipping out unnoticed, but I was too exhausted and weighed down with excrement that I could barely have moved if I wanted to.

It only took a second for them to pick back up where they left off. This time the Delaney twin whose diarrhea I had drunk before Seven came in grabbed me by the arms (which wasn't necessary – all fight in me had fled me by this point) and her sister took her turn on my toilet-mouth. I barely even registered it consciously as her hard, lumpy, constipated shit forced its way into my mouth. I simply chewed it up instinctively and swallowed it down, adding it to the grotesque, varied collection of shit of all shapes and sizes packed into my poor, overstuffed belly. 

  By the time I had consumed all nine women's waste, I had eaten more shit than I had ever eaten before in my life (though this wouldn't be the last time – or the most). It wasn't until several days after this encounter that my tummy returned to its usual flatness, ensuring that the debasement would stretch out much longer than the initial traumatic event itself as I slowly, but surely, digested each and every one of the sadistic women's excrement.        This extended humiliation and degradation only served to solidify my position as a subservient, a slave, nothing more than a walking toilet for the use and abuse of anyone who had a desire to utilize me. An event that became more and more common as word of my epic ordeal spread – aided in no small degree by the rapid dissemination of the holovideo recording the women had taken with the hidden cameras they had set up in the Cargo Bay ahead of time.       I had finally achieved my dream of becoming a well-known and indispensable member of the crew, renowned for my unique skills and talents... just not in the way I had planned...

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 8 "Substitution"

*****

  It was a few weeks after my ordeal with the nine jealous women that Seven came to me with some news.        "Toilet, come here," she ordered me. I immediately obeyed, hurrying over to her and taking my place on my knees at her beautiful ass.       "No, stand," she instructed me. Confused and surprised, I obeyed.       "I will be going on an away mission," she started, "It is a... covert affair and I cannot take you with me."       My heart began to flutter, "What?" I blurted, "where? Is it dangerous? Will you-"       Seven stopped me with a gesture, "the details are irrelevant, you are simply a toilet do not need to know the specifics of my work. All that you must know is that I will be gone for two weeks."       Two weeks?! Seven and I had not been apart for more than a few hours at a time since I began serving as her shit slave. She seemed to notice the panic on my face and sought to reassure me.       "Do not worry," she said, almost tenderly, "I have made arrangements for your care."    She produced a PADD and brought up a recent entry, "As you will still need to eat, I have taken the steps necessary to ensure your continued nourishment."       Was she reinstating my Mess Hall privileges and replicator credit? Would I even be able to tolerate consuming real food again? It had been so long....       "I have arranged for substitutes for your feedings," Seven handed me the PADD. It had a list of names on it, "as my own fecal output exceeds the capability of most other crewmembers, I have had to enlist the help of several members of the crew in my absence – all who have indicated their willingness to help you continue to feed in my absence."       Knees shaking, heart pounding in my chest, I looked down the list. Bashra, Amanda Porter, U'Lanai, The Delaney Twins... all of my tormentors! And some additional names: Captain Janeway, Lt. B'Elanna Torres and a Bolian woman from the lower decks, Crewman Dol. In all, there were twelve different women on the list!       "I have chosen a variety of crewmembers to fulfill this duty," Seven informed me, "each chosen according to their own particular diets. By analyzing their eating habits, I have extrapolated the expected nutritional content of their excrement and have formulated this combination such that you will still get all the necessary nutrients that your body is used to from my own waste products."       I began to get light headed at the thought of being used by so many women for two full weeks! Some of these women *hated* me and there would be nobody to keep their jealousy-fueled [exploits] in check!       "Of course, their fecal matter is not specialized and augmented like my own," Seven continued, "and therefore the nutritional benefit you get from them will not be nearly as efficiently delivered as with me. To ensure that you do, in fact, get sufficient nutrition, it will be necessary for you to consume five times as much excrement daily as you do now."       I swooned at this. FIVE TIMES?!!       "To meet this quota, you will feed from most of the people on this list once a day," Seven calculated, "do you understand."       "Yes, Mistress," I replied, almost automatically. It was true that I understood her words, but I could not conceive of the enormity of the task... was it even possible?!       "Very well, your schedule begins now," she abruptly informed me as she grabbed her away kit and headed out the door! As I opened my mouth to ask her but one of the million questions racing through my addled mind at the moment, three of the women on my list walked in behind Seven – Amanda Porter, Bashra and Lt. Torres!       "Ensure that she eats every morsel," Seven commanded them, "it is important that she be extremely well fed."       The three women laughed at this.       "Oh don't worry," Amanda sneered, "we've been saving up for this!"       The doors closed behind Seven closed and Torres pushed me to my knees as she dropped her pants and fed me my first substitute meal of the morning.       The next two weeks were nearly impossible to endure. I was constantly on call from twelve different women, each beckoning my impatiently when they had a bowel movement to deposit in me. I could tell they had all increased their own food intake as their loads were bulkier, more copious and more frequent each day.       One of the women, Susan Nicoletti, was sick most of the two weeks and had awful diarrhea. I had to rush to her at a moment's notice, getting to her as she struggled with cramps, holding back her explosive diarrhea, only to blow it forcefully down my supplicant throat, taking with it chunks of solid waste that nearly lodged in my esophagus, choking me. Each feeding was a scary, limit-testing experience, pushing me to the boundaries of my capabilities as a human toilet.       The most sadistic of them all, though, were the Delaney Twins. The two of them seemed to hate me the most, for whatever reason – I did not know. They would devise the worst experiences they could imagine for me. Sometimes they would eat extremely spicy food. Sometimes foods they knew would produce lots of foul gas. Other times they ate lots of peas and corn that would not fully digest and would laugh as they made me sift through their turds with my tongue and spit out each kernel of corn onto a plate (since "real food" was only for "real people", they'd inform me).        Even worse, they decided shit wasn't enough for me and one would hold open my mouth while the other gagged herself and vomited directly into my open mouth! Of course, I swallowed it all down as commanded, but it took all my strength to suppress my own urge to barf. I knew any failure to obey any one of my Mistresses' demands would be reported to Seven and I would be severely scolded and reprimanded upon her return.




Voyager Uncensored Ch. 06



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By the time Seven finally returned, more than a week overdue, I had gained nearly 15 pounds from the non-stop daily multiple force feedings that I had endured. Nevertheless, Seven was impressed with my performance in her absence and praised me for following her instructions so well.

"You have functioned admirably, toilet," Seven's praise filled me up like badly needed rain in a desert of despair.

"Thank you, Sev-" I began, but she interrupted me by grabbing me by the head and pushing me down to my familiar place.

"There is no time for pleasantries," Seven intoned coldly, "I have been constipated for much of my mission and have an excessive amount of waste needing to be expelled. I trust you will not disappoint me."

I responded only by opening wide and digging every last nugget of her backed-up, super-dense, crap from her fully-packed bowels, chewing it thoroughly and swallowing it down into my human waste disposal of a belly. It was difficult and exhausting, but I was grateful to have her back and I cherished every bite, eating from her ass with passion and deep, abiding love and gratitude. I did *not* disappoint.

*****

Diary of a toilet Month 10 "Bonding"

*****

  Nearing the first anniversary of my toilet bondage to Seven, things were going smoothly. I had settled into my role and had become accustomed to living exclusively on her shit and piss (plus the occasional meal from one of my nine jealous rivals). We had settled into a comfortable routine. Seven's experiment seemed to be going exactly as she planned.       However, there were some complaints. With Seven's reformulated excrement tasting and smelling so much stronger, her coworkers began to complain about the stench that the augmented shit gave off while she was feeding me. Even Seven admitted that the stench was offensive to her as well. I guess I was inured to it, but I guess I had to be in order to be chewing it up and swallowing it down three times daily.

  After consulting with Bashra, Seven devised a solution. The next time she called me over to service her, it was in a staff meeting. Mutters of protest began to make their way around the room, but Seven silenced them with an icy glare. I obediently knelt at her wondrous, generous ass and placed my mouth wide open around her asshole expectantly.        But this time she told me to pucker up my lips and push them firmly against her wrinkled, closed asshole. I obeyed without question and suddenly felt a tingling in my lips and find I couldn't move them! They were stuck! I started to worry, but then as her first large turd began to push its way out, her sphincter dilated to accommodate it – and so did my lips – out of my control! It was then that I realized what Seven had done –using her nanites, she had physically sealed my lips to her anus! She had created a perfect, air-tight seal from which nothing could escape!

  I knelt there, bonded to her asshole, feeling more a toilet than ever before – I'm was like her living colostomy bag, simply an extension of her digestive system – the refuse end, getting all of her waste and processing it for her.

  Somehow I felt even more trapped and helpless than ever before. Even if I had wanted to stop, I couldn't. Even if I had wanted to break free, I couldn't. But I didn't want to. I wanted to be there, like that, to be a part of her, to be her toilet in front of everyone, her helpless, worthless shit sack. As I swallowed down her shit, sealed to her poop chute and helpless, I came without even touching myself. I was such a dirty, filthy little shit whore.

  When Seven was done and I'd licked her insides clean, I felt the tingling in my lips again. She had undone the seal, releasing me. Around the room, everyone was in a state of either impressed admiration, disbelief or debauched arousal. Torres had her hand down Tom's pants, Janeway's impressive member had tent-poled her trousers and Chakotay was simply staring at the scene wide-eyed, speechless.

  "That was much more pleasant," Seven commented, "you did not miss a single morsel, there is no cleanup necessary and I did not have to endure the intensely offensive odor of my feces. This shall be the standard procedure from this moment on."

  I laid back, suppressed a shit-burp and basked in my crap-consuming climax.

*****

Diary of a toilet Year 1 "The Gift"

*****

As I had become eligible for a duty commission upon turning 18, and had soon after taken on my role as Seven's toilet, the anniversary of my enslavement nearly coincided with my birthday. Now, Seven would never be accused of being sentimental in the least, so I was shocked (though thrilled!) when she arranged a surprise birthday party for me! 

It was a day like any other – only I remembered it was my birthday. I figured nobody else would even notice. I assumed the only recognition I would get would be from the automatic greeting message and extra share of replicator allowance from the ship's automated personnel database.

Resolving myself to my anonymity, I went about my daily routine. That morning, Seven had ordered me down to one of the secondary medical labs where she was installing some new equipment.

Imagine my shock when the doors swished open and I beheld a great big banner emblazoned with the words "Happy Birthday, Toilet!" I was overwhelmed by the gesture and began to cry tears of joy as the surprise party guests gathered around me. Seven, of course, was there, as was Janeway and Kes. Lt. Torres and Crewman Dol, two of my substitute feeders during Seven's away mission were also present.

Bashra was there as well, but what surprised me was that some of my tormentors were there as well. Amanda Porter and U'Lanai stood by. They didn't seem to be participating in the festivities, though. They hung back by some equipment and were poring over a display. Maybe they were just on duty (they were in the Medical Sciences department – Amanda was a surgeon and U'Lanai a genetic engineering specialist) so perhaps it was just coincidence that they were there – perhaps on duty.

Janeway encouraged Seven to stand before the guests and make a speech. Seven took a place in front and addressed us all.

"Today we mark the anniversary of my toilet's birth," she began, "or, to be more precise, her rebirth as my toilet. She has served me adequately for one year."

There was a round of applause and I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with both pride and a sense of self-worth and love.

"And while my toilet has performed to the best of her capabilities," Seven continued, "I have chosen to mark this occasion with... a gift."

I was beside myself with appreciation. I looked around the room searching for my presents, but didn't see any.

Seven walked to me and, for a moment, I thought she was just going to shit down my throat for my "gift". But she surprised me when she grasped me gently around the arm and lifted me to my feet. I looked into her eyes searching for some clue as to her intent as she walked me to the rear of the room.

I looked about and noticed I was standing next to a medical bed. Amanda and U'Lanai were standing ready, waiting for me. Wordlessly, they laid me down on the bed and fastened me to it with clamps and straps. I gazed into Seven's emotionless face for some sign, but none came.

As U'Lanai worked on her displays Amanda brought over a tray of medical equipment – hypos, dermal regenerators, and some bizarre instruments I'd never seen before! I began to get extremely nervous!

"Toilet, you have proven yourself to be dedicated and loyal," Seven told me, "However: your efficiency is not all it could be. While my reformulated feces has indeed fulfilled its purpose as I predicted – providing you your exclusive nutrition and nourishment, the increased amounts of excrement I produce as a side-effect have proven difficult for you. You take much too long to consume it, having to stop and chew too frequently. It often takes you an hour to complete one feeding. This is unacceptable. And your complaining of swollen bellies and indigestion has become intolerably irritating."

  As she spoke, my joy had given away to feelings of failure, inadequacy and naiveté. And here I thought she actually appreciated me!       "Therefore, with the Captain's approval and the assistance of Lt. Porter and Ensign U'Lanai," Seven informed me, "I have devised a series of... improvements... Your inefficiency is not your fault. You own limited human biology has hampered your potential. This procedure will remedy that." 

It was then that I felt the first hypo inject into my arm. I looked over at Amanda who was smiling pleasantly and calmly preparing and executing each step of the operation and checking on the progress with U'Lanai.

As the procedure played out, Seven explained each improvement, step-by-step.

"The compound in that hypo is a gene therapy that will increase the elasticity of your cheeks, stomach and intestines," she indicated, pointing a finger at each area, "your capacity in these areas will quadruple."

  I saw Bashra smile evilly at this as she watched from her seat behind Seven.       As Amanda ran one of her exotic devices over my abdomen, I felt a strange rumbling in my gut. Things were moving around in there... reconfiguring?       "Additionally," Seven continued, "we have redesigned your stomach to be multichambered, like the bovine animals of your home planet. This will allow you to store large amounts of my excrement and to digest it in four stages to ensure that you extract every last potential gram of nutrition from it. Combined with a more efficient intestinal tract, your digestion of my feces will be so total that you will no longer produce any waste matter of your own. Every last bit of my excrement will be digested and utilized by your body."

I groaned at this and I saw Janeway lower Kes' head into her crotch, clearly excited by the entire proceedings.

Amanda then brought a long, thin conical device over. She held it to my face and its tip glowed amber as she inserted it first up each of my nostrils, then into my mouth, rubbing it along my tongue.

"The cellular replicator is multiplying your smell and taste receptors," Seven narrated, "increasing your sense of smell and taste by a factor of ten. With these enhanced senses, you should be able to smell my feces when it is still in my intestines and anticipate my need to evacuate. I should no longer need to feel the urge myself and call for you, waiting for your readiness. Additionally, your much-enhanced sense of taste will allow you to feel and taste even the smallest micro-nugget of my feces in my anal canal – enabling you to cleanse me much more thoroughly."

Bashra was now openly fingering herself and moaning. Janeway was forcefully face-fucking Kes as she listened to Seven and watched.

I began to feel a swelling in my mouth as Seven continued, "We have also analyzed Kes' Ocampan DNA and managed to replicate the genetic sequence that created her uncommonly long and rough tongue. This will be of great value to you as you will be able to reach much further into my rectum, stimulating and aiding the release of my excrement as well as cleansing me more deeply and completely afterwards."

Seven already preferred me to stick my tongue as far up her shit-chute as possible so she could crap down my tongue. I could only imagine how that would feel now that my tongue would be nearly three times as long and ten times as sensitive! The thought made my pussy instantly wet and my knees shake.

Amanda then bought the final, odd-looking instrument over – it was long and tubular, roughly three inches in diameter and 12 inches long. Its 4-inch tip was bent off at about a 30 degree angle from the base of it and was covered with many small shiny semi-transparent black bumps. U'Lanai assisted Amanda by holding my mouth open as the black woman slid the instrument into my mouth and down my throat! My gag reflex instinctively kicked in and I began to buck and struggle uncontrollably. I couldn't breathe - she was choking me!

Seven held me down with a hand on my shoulder and explained this final step, "Do not be afraid. The discomfort should be temporary."

With wide, panicked eyes, I looked into Seven's own, icy blue eyes and found comfort in them. Her gaze gave me strength and calmed me. Before long, as Seven had predicted, the discomfort abated. The urge to gag had passed and... I didn't feel the need to breathe! Even the device in my throat seemed... smaller... the internal pressure having eased.

"We have widened your esophagus, increased the volume and lubricity of your throat mucus, eliminated your gag reflex and increased your lung capacity and efficiency such that you should be able to hold your breath for upwards of twenty minutes," Seven matter-of-factly listed the last of my modifications as Amanda removed the final device from my mouth, trailing my own spittle and mucus across my face and neck.

I heard a guttural series of grunts as Janeway exploded in Kes' well-fucked mouth. Looking over, I saw that Bashra, too, had already climaxed, her juices soiling her seat and the floor before her.

Amanda and U'Lanai undid my restraints and helped me to a sitting position on the medical bed.

"How do you feel?" Seven asked – though with more of a clinical interest than empathy or concern.

".... Fine..." I admitted. I actually felt no difference, despite the depth and breadth of the alterations to my physiology. However, I could already notice one difference. The room *reeked* of shit! Though there was none to be seen – I realized I was smelling the shit that was still inside... not just Seven, but everyone in the room! I distinctly could smell 6 different flavors of feces... no, more... 8? 12?! But there were only 6 people besides me in the room...

Just then, the doors to the room swished open and the other 6 of my usual tormentors strode in and from their depraved expressions, bloated guts and the stench coming from their asses, I knew they weren't here to sing me "Happy Birthday"...

"Very good," Seven declared, "let us test our results."

With that, she grabbed me, shoved me to the ground and planted her anus directly on my lips, sealing my flesh to hers with her nanites and proceeded to expel her massive load into my open mouth! I obediently extended my tongue deep into the recesses of her bowels, impressing even myself at how far I could reach inside of her! I heard her moan at the sensation which only served to encourage me even more. 

  The taste and smell of her crap on my newly enhanced nostrils and tongue was incredibly intoxicating, nearly so overwhelming as to make me pass out. But I held on to consciousness and marveled at the sensation of her foot-long, 4-inch thick, hard turd sliding straight down my throat and into the first of my stomachs... without me having to chew!    Seven was right, it would have taken me at least 10-15 minutes to eat something so large from her bountiful butt before, but now she could simply shit it straight down my throat unhindered, at full force and speed. Even more than ever, I was now a living toilet. Not just one by circumstance, but now a living creature designed *explicitly* for the task! Nowhere in the galaxy did there exist a being more perfectly configured to the task of consuming and digesting shit than I...

As Seven's next turd, even larger than the first, started its inexorable voyage down my tongue, through my gullet and into my expanding gut, she bestowed upon me one last bit of information....

"All of these modifications were necessary, toilet," she justified, "If I am to quadruple my fecal output and you are to expand your duties – to serve as the ship's first communal toilet for these nine crewmembers."

My belly grumbled – not from fullness (I felt like I could hold much more, actually), but from the anticipation of seeing Bashra, Amanda, U'Lanai, the Delaney Twins and the rest of my their hated entourage lined up behind Seven. Even Janeway had joined the queue to celebrate the occasion! Torres and Dol filled out the waiting line of women, too!

I gave into my fate willingly, accepting that this is what I was made for – literally, now. And as each woman stepped up and took their turn on my toilet-mouth, I fingered myself and came over and over with each new load, each new feeling of heaviness and fullness as their crap slid into my waiting, expanding belly. Impressively, I had ingested the full loads of all 13 women (a baker's dozen!) in the room in record time- only 47 minutes! 

  Of course, it took my body the next 24-36 hours to actually digest those fully 22-plus pounds of all shapes, sizes and consistencies of logs of crap. And by then, I had already been used ten more times. As Seven had predicted, from that day forward, I never spent another moment of my existence without some feces inside of me, either swallowing it or slowly digesting it. I was then and forever, completely, thoroughly, the ultimate living toilet.

. . . . .

The next day as I waddled through the corridor on my way to report to duty I drew no end of stares because of my bulging belly, sticking exposed out of my now ill-fitting uniform top. I couldn't hide it and, for the time being at least, I was stuck with this souvenir of my initiation into my new life of being the perfect shit-eater.

On my way to Seven, The Doctor and Neelix happened across my path. They were engaged in some conversation or other and I tried to turn away and hide, but too late. The Doctor saw me, looked me over suspiciously started towards me. He and Neelix exchanged a quizzical glance as they approached.

"Miss D'Aucourt!" he exclaimed – the name sounded so foreign to me. There was nobody here by that name – she had ceased to exist long ago.

"Doctor," I moaned.

"Why didn't you tell me?" the Doctor admonished me, indicating my fully distended belly, sticking out under my uniform top, "you know I could help you, that's what I'm here for!"

"W-what?" Had he finally figured out what I'd been doing all this time?!

"I suppose congratulations are in order!" he blurted and Neelix broke into a broad, goofy grin, "you must be into your third trimester by now!"

"Uh-" my belly was so stretched out from my epic feeding that he thought I was pregnant!

"We must get you down to Sickbay for an exam right away, young lady!" the Doctor said as he took my by the arm. Neelix took my other arm in a gesture of aid, as if to help me walk since I was carrying so much extra weight!

"Really, Doctor, I – " I tried to protest.

"No, no – no excuses, crewman!" the Doctor interrupted, "we need to do a scan and see inside there," he tapped my belly, producing nauseating gurgles of crap-fermenting digestive sounds, "don't worry, it won't hurt the baby one bit-"

I yanked myself free from their grasps and exclaimed in embarrassment, "I'M NOT PREGNANT!!!"

The two stood stupefied, incredulous.

"I've just been... overeating..." I told them, rather truthfully (if not the whole truth).

The Doctor's surprised expression turned to one of disapproval, "well, young lady, binging is not healthy for you! I know I told you to eat more last time, but not... not like *this*!" he emphasized, rudely gesturing toward my belly, which I shamefully (but ineffectively) covered up with my hands.

"You need to think more about what it is you're putting into your body!" The Doctor went on with his lecture, "You can't just eat garage all the time! You know what they say: you *are* what you eat!"

Neelix, for his part, simply stood there as shook his head condemningly.

"And YOU!" The Doctor jabbed a finger at Neelix, "you tell Miss D'Aucourt, here that she is *cut off*!"

And with that, the doctor shot me one last reproachful glare and huffed off.

Neelix looked a bit chastised and I slipped away before he could realize that I hadn't actually stepped foot in the Mess Hall in nearly a year!




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Continued in Voyager Uncensored #7: "24/Seven, Part III"



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VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 7:
"24/Seven", Part III

My name is toilet.  I had become the ultimate toilet, engineered by Seven of Nine to be the perfect living waste receptacle.  This is the story of how we changed the world...

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Diary of a toilet
Year 2
"Expanding the experiment"

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By my second year as Seven's toilet, Janeway was clearly impressed with the experiment.  Many women had taken to the idea of using me as a toilet (Janeway, herself, had been using Kes in such a way even longer than Seven had been using me).

With all the women who had gotten addicted to feeding me their shit who had, at best, limited access to me, it was only a matter of time before they found other victims.  The meeker, more submissive members of the crew – male and female – began to find themselves at the mercy of these dominant women.  Within a few months there were already nearly a dozen other human toilets amongst the crew.

Seeing this, the Captain asked Seven to present the results of her experiment with me.  Seven did so with meticulous detail.  I was healthy and fit, having a highly nutritious and complete diet.  The Doctor was even impressed with my improved health, saying that my levels of antioxidants had risen and free radicals had fallen.  He said at this rate I could live to be 150 years old!

I had also ceased to be a drain on the ship.  I no longer wore clothes or consumed any food or drink from the ship's stores.  I no longer had my own quarters, having moved in with Seven long ago.  This had freed up almost all the resources I would have consumed from the ship.

Janeway was impressed and had made up her mind. Seven was to expand the model to the rest of the ship, as she had proposed!  The most critical and productive crewmembers would each be assigned a toilet slave.  Crewmembers could sign up for such duty or, if they were deemed to be an unproductive crewmember and a net drain on the ship, they would be drafted!

The toilet slaves received the same gene therapies as I did, and the "feeders" had genetically-engineered probiotics introduced to their digestive system that would mimic the nutrition-creating nanite programming inside Seven herself.

Over the next couple years, the plan was rolled out and by the time we returned to the Alpha Quadrant, fully half the crew had become toilet slaves for the other half.  Seven's model had clearly proven itself – our ship was 47% more efficient than before (though she was disappointed the improvement wasn't larger).  There could be no argument, her plan worked.  Even in the areas that could not be measured empirically, things had improved on the ship.  Counselor Inya said that her survey of the crew showed that general happiness amongst the crew was much higher now than when the ship had first arrived in the Delta Quadrant, despite all of our trials and tribulations we've endured in our long journey home.  Even those that resisted becoming toilets initially had eventually accepted their new position and, indeed, found it comforting and freeing as I did.


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Diary of a toilet
Year 3
"Ambassadors of perversion"

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When we arrived home, the question of what to do about our ship's unusual practices in regards to Starfleet.  It would be a culture shock – on both sides.  We had spent so long in isolation, in our own parallel reality where sexual liberation and toilet slavery had become accepted and even expected.  People openly discussed their sex lives and used their toilets in public.

Janeway recognized that Starfleet would not understand our culture, but, like Seven, she believed it was a better way.  So she ordered everyone to hide their lifestyles, at least at first.  Even with our cover-up, some evidence came out about the practices on Janeway's Voyager.  These were frowned upon and Janeway was reprimanded for not stopping them.  The evidence, though, was hushed up and covered up for fear of public revulsion.  

But Janeway knew the crew would be reassigned as the USS Voyager had long ago passed the term of its initial mission.  She knew the people in her crew would end up being dispersed far and wide throughout the fleet across scores of starbases and starships.  So she told them all to hide their new lifestyles publically, but to watch their fellows for those who might be susceptible to perversion, those who seemed most likely to be receptive, then introduce them to our practices.  With each new Starfleet member brought into the fold, our lifestyle would become a movement and, finally, a social revolution that would span the entire Federation.  

Janeway herself became an Admiral and joined Starfleet Command at the center of the fleet in San Francisco.  There she was immensely influential, slowly drawing in the highest-ranking officials in Starfleet into our world.  Chakotay got a ship of his own.  Tuvok took a position teaching the next generation of Starfleet at Starfleet Academy (our lifestyle spread especially rapidly in that famous hotbed of sexual activity).

What none of us remembered, what none of us realized would make this plan work so well, were the S-Space particles that had begun our own sexual revolution so long ago.  We didn't realize that the particles never went away.  In fact, they increased in number the longer we were in contact with each other over our seven years on Voyager.  Later scientific surveys discovered that each of us were deeply imbued with high concentrations of S-Space particles, radiating them constantly.  This, of course, increased the sexual urges and reduced the inhibitions of anyone we spend time with – the more time we spent with them, the greater the effect.  And the effect was permanent and cumulative.  It would not decay between exposures and was cumulative.  Even the USS Voyager, itself, was literally drenched in the particles and the next crew to serve aboard her soon found themselves overcome by raging sexual hormones and crumbling inhibitions.

The S-Space particles and their peculiar radioactive effect on people's minds and libidos spread throughout the Federation, dropping inhibitions, increasing sexual desire and spreading perversion and sexual deviance like wildfire (with guidance and assistance from Voyager's former crewmembers).  


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Diary of a toilet
Year 20
"A new era"

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20 years later, with the aid of the spread of S-Space particles and our covert campaign, the lifestyle that Starfleet had initially condemned had become standard procedure aboard all Federation ships.  Seven of Nine helped lead the new "efficient" toilet servitude restructuring.  She personally implemented the first formal implementation of Starfleet's "sentient waste reclamation" directive when she became the  first officer aboard the USS De Sade under Captain Seth'la (the first Klingon Captain in the Federation).

Captain Seth'la was eager to use the model, having personally volunteered to captain the newly built De Sade – the first Federation starship to be constructed without a single toilet on board!  Seth'la was a very aggressive, highly ambitious Klingon she-male (she-males, sex changes and sexual dimorphism had all become fully acceptable and common in the Federation several years before).  Seven and I served under her for a long time and made some of the greatest personal connections of our lives.  I have included a listing here of the crew compliment for posterity:

USS De Sade
Senior Crew

* Captain Seth'la:  Klingon she-male.  First Klingon captain in the Federation.  Very aggressive and ambitious.  Known to be a strict, sometimes cruel Captain, but she was loved and respected by her crew.

* First Officer Seven of Nine:  My Mistress, my owner, my feeder.  Ex-Borg human female.  Augmented by some remaining Borg implants and especially the Borg nanites coursing through her body.  A cold and eminently efficient scientist, engineer and creator of the "sentient waste reclamation" model.

* Security Chief Torg:  a massive, hostile Klingon from the non-reformed school of Klingons.  He was clearly racist and held a low opinion of all other races.  He was a serial rapist, a borderline psychopath and barely controllable.  But he was also the Captain's twin brother...

* Doctor Portia:  a tall, busty shape-shifting redhead with a perverted, dominant streak – always willing and able to push the boundaries of experimenting with human sexuality through medicine.  

* Head Nurse Bolinto Cuk:  a thin, meek fully Betazed male who was completely infatuated with our Chief Engineer, Jay'd, who he as engaged to marry before their assignment to the De Sade.

* Chief Engineer Jay'd:  a buxom Orion female who made the most of her kind's pheromonal control over men – usually to get Torg and her submissive Betazed boyfriend, Cuk to do dirty, nasty things with each other while she watched or joined in.  Cuk is especially tormented by the rape because, being a Betazed, he is unable to block out Torg's strong, primal feelings of lust, rage and explosive orgasms while he is being raped by the violent Klingon.  He feels both his own humiliation and pain and his rapist's pleasure.

* Helmsman Mie-see and Navigator Sie-see:  young, petite female Bilineans.  All Bilineans are born in pairs of identical twins with a deep, life-long mental and physical rapport.  Whatever one of them felt, the other would as well.  This almost always led to a lifelong close sexual relationship between the twins and made for very stimulating threesomes with people from other species.

* Counselor Inya:  our own Deltan female counselor from Voyager reunited with us on the De Sade.  A natural-born submissive, her Deltan nature of being a highly sexual touch-empath made it entirely impossible for her to resist the carnal pleasures surrounding her, no matter how hard she tried.  Starfleet's prejudicial regulation disallowing sexual contact between Deltans and non-Deltans had long ago been repealed, but Inya tried to control herself for fear of losing herself entirely to sexual ecstasy, falling into an endless pit of hedonism.

* Yeoman Zwadeh:  a half-Vulcan, half-Romulan female that served as Captain Seth'la's personal sex slave.  Zwadeh was a rebellious woman, who hated Klingons (as much as Seth'la hated Romulans – some prejudices never die) and, in particular, hated the Captain.  But the Captain had won her as a "spoil of war" during a Klingon victory in the Great Klingon-Romulan Wars of the 2390's.

       The De Sade was launched on her maiden voyage in the year 2400, at the dawn of the 25th century and a new, more sexually free, more debauched era for the Federation...

       But, these voyages are tales for another time.  But it is safe to say that this new era gave a whole new meeting to the phrase "Captain's Log"... 


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Diary of a toilet
Year 100
"A century of servitude"

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Today is the 100th anniversary of my rebirth as a toilet.  I live as does Seven.  Her nanites have prolonged her life and mine – in fact, the nanites are so adept at repairing any damage faster than the rate of aging that the two of us look the same as when we began this journey together a century ago.

Of our old crewmates, a few yet live, but we don't stay in contact anymore.  Our crew is legendary, though, seen as the forefathers of the new social order.

I am still Seven's toilet.  I have always been so and will continue to always be so for as long as we both shall live.  I have never known the touch of a man and have no desire to.  I do not think of myself as a woman.  Or as a human.  I am a toilet.  I have not had the taste of real food in a hundred years and I find the prospect disgusting.  The thought of chewing the food and drink I see the feeders imbibe makes me almost physically ill.  I honestly don't know how they can eat that stuff.  The taste and texture of shit is so warm and rich and... comfortable.  I don't understand how people can drink cold alcohol when a nice, hot, salty piss is so incredibly thirst-quenching and fills your body with warmth.


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"Toilet wisdom"

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In celebration of my 100th year of toilet servitude, I published a pamphlet on the wisdom I've accumulated during my century of eating shit.  It is a handbook for new toilets and has become a galaxy-wide best seller and is given to every new toilet by their feeders.  It is considered "the shit-eaters bible", a praise I humbly, reluctantly accept.

In my pamphlet, entitled "100 Years of Servitude: Wisdom of a Toilet", I discuss ways in which new toilets often make simple, foolish mistakes that can be embarrassing for both them and their owners.  Some excerpts are below:


How Can I Eat This?!


	Different species have different general trends, but in general, it's best to remember there are multiple factors involved in consuming the waste of another:

Smell:
Smell is a factor in the eating experience, but the smell largely comes from the sulfuric gasses that are a byproduct of the digestive process in some species (some alien species actually have quite sweet-smelling gas!).  These smells can be extremely offensive, but it's important to remember that the actual taste of the stool has nothing to do with the smell!  Separate the two and it will aid you greatly.

Taste:
In general, the taste is usually less intense than you expect.  Again, depending on the species, most feces is water, undigested food material and byproducts of the digestive process.  This tends to dilute tastes.  Of all the four factors I'm listing here, taste is actually the easiest to overcome.  If a person was presented with shit to eat separate from the smell and psychological factors, they would likely not find it offense at all.

Psychological Revulsion:
Shit-eating is a taboo in almost all cultures.  People have been raised to find it anything from unclean to repulsive.  This is one of the most difficult to overcome.  Usually when first-time shit-eaters gag and vomit, it's because of their own psychological resistance to the act.  But once this threshold has been passed, once the mind has accepted the act, these psychosomatic reactions disappear quickly.

Submission:
It is important to accept the submission to your owner.  If you balk at being used in such a way, if you feel humiliated (and don't desire the humiliation) and used (and, again, don't wish to be used), it's going to be much more difficult for you to perform the act.  Again, this is purely psychological.  If you have been chosen as a toilet, one of the best things you can do to ease your experience is to accept your new position.  Submit to your master or mistress and accept their gift into you and be thankful for the nourishment they are providing you.  Submit in this way and you will thrive as a toilet and please your owner.



How To Eat Any Kind of Shit

Constipation:  
	Use your tongue to lick around the shit, pulling it down the rectum to you and loosen their sphincter.  Try not to break it since you will get a small part but the rest will recede back through the sphincter and your owner will be uncomfortable and rightfully angry at you.  Once it starts to come, use suction to help it along: wrap your lips around the turd and slide your mouth forward on it until your lips make a tight seal with your owner's anus.  Suck firmly and consistently, not in fits and starts or you may lose it. Constipated turds can have very large radii, so if your owner is prone to constipation, practice opening wide and stretching your mouth when not in use.  Learn to relax your jaw muscles and stretch out your lips.  Even learn to temporarily dislocate your jaw, if necessary (it's easier and less painful than it sounds).  NOTE: it is bad form and completely inappropriate for a toilet to suggest a change of diet to their owner.  The toilet exists for the comfort and convenience of the owner, not the reverse.  Constipation can be a difficult situation for new toilets and a lot of work to handle – but once the load finally slides out, your owner will sigh and moan in relief and all your hard work will be rewarded with a feeling of accomplishment, pride and a good deed well done.

Diarrhea:  
	Don't try to swallow it as it comes or else you will never catch a good breath.  Control your instinct to swallow and breath normally while letting it fill your mouth.  Feel around with your tongue to break up any more solid chunks.  Then, when your mouth is full enough, take a big gulp and empty it quickly.  This way you will not panic, you can breathe most of the time and there is less chance it will shoot out of your nose.

Long Turds:  
	These can be very hard for a novice to deal with.  The instinct is to bite off smaller pieces and chew.  But these often come way too fast for that and you may choke or back up your owner, and they will not be pleased.  The best thing to do is "deep throat" it.  Adjust your angle so that your throat is wide open and the shit has a relatively straight path from their rectum, through your mouth and down your gullet into your stomach.  Make sure to take a deep breath before doing this as you will have to hold your breath while it slides down.  Also, stick out your tongue as far as it will go to avoid any obstruction at the back of the mouth.  Stick the tongue into the anus and lay it wide and flat.  Undulate it to help keep the shit moving down your throat.  Use your throat muscles to keep it going - you don't want it to get stuck!  With luck, the shit will have exited their ass within 10-30 seconds and it should take you only another 30-45 seconds to take it all down your gullet and into your stomach and your work is all done except for the cleanup.  Expert toilets can do this in 30-45 seconds, though others have developed alternative methods such as "circular breathing" (alternately opening and closing the esophagus and windpipe to breath while deep-throating the shit) or simply learning to hold your breath for minutes at a time.  Some species of toilet are fortunate enough to be able to hold their breath for nearly half an hour – some need not breathe at all!  Whatever your method, if you can swallow a foot-long turd straight down your throat without breaking it up or slowing down the speed of your owner's defecation, you will be very pleased with how impressed they are and they will brag about you to their friends!  Well done!

Wide Loads:  
	These can be scary and intimidating.  I've eaten some shits with diameters the size of softballs or greater (usually from heavily constipated people, as mentioned above).  In these cases, you cannot possibly take it straight down your throat like Long Turds.  You must, in this case, bite of manageable pieces and swallow them quickly.  Do not bother chewing, just swallow it as there is much more and it will keep coming.  Under no circumstances should you allow the shit to back up into your owner - that is a terrible faux pas.  Instead, let your cheeks bulge out with shit, even if it makes you look like a chipmunk.  Trust me, your owner will be much happier seeing you look like a chipmunk than have you choke on their shit, then vomit up their asshole.  And you will have just made more work for yourself, since you will have to swallow your vomit from their ass and re-swallow any shit you regurgitated. (Note: in some cases, certain sadistic owners intentionally try to choke their toilets with their shit to induce a "barf enema".  If this is the case, then allow them to do so as they are your owner and you are nothing but their toilet and should and must cater to their desires and obey).

Clean Up:  
	Shits come in all shapes and sizes, all colors, smells and consistencies.  But a good, thorough clean is a necessity, regardless of how messy the poop was.  Many novice toilets make the mistake of starting the cleaning on the outside, at the anus (or, worse, *only* doing the outside!).  Rather, insert your tongue as deeply as you can and work your way back out.  Move the tongue around the inside of their rectal walls, feeling for balls of shit or smears.  If your tongue is long enough, be sure to reach all the way to the end of the rectum where it joins with the intestines.  If need be, apply gentle suction to get out any stubborn or large chunks that you feel with your tongue.  Continue your tongue work around the rectum, being sure to get all sides and work your way down.  (If your owner has a penis, he or she may enjoy having you massage his or her prostate with your tongue while they jerk off).  Be sure to curl your tongue behind the sphincter to get any shit pieces that may be stuck behind it (this is another common novice oversight).  Also be sure to retract your tongue and swallow any shit and clean the tongue any time you have any appreciable amount of shit on it during the cleaning.  If you wait until your tongue is completely coated, the sphincter will just scrape most of it off as you retract your tongue and you will have wasted both your own hard work and your owner's time.  This is especially true of pieces of undigested food such as corn and peanuts.  When you encounter these, you must work them free, place them in the center of your tongue and curl up the end to keep it from sliding off as you pull it out of the sphincter and anus. 




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Only once you have thoroughly cleaned the inside should you move to the outside. If you're fortunate enough to have the nanites that seal your lips to their anus, there won't be much to do (many owners use these because it's cleaner, traps the toilet and eliminates them having to smell their own farts and shit - but some owners still prefer to see their shit sliding out into their toilet's mouth and to see their toilet's mouth packed with shit - often they like to make these toilets chew and swallow with their mouths open.  Every owner is different and has different preferences and it is your duty as a toilet to obey).  In cases where the lips are not sealed to the anus, you will probably have much work to do in cleaning around the anus and, depending on how messy the shit was and your skill, much cleaning of the butt cheeks and your own face.  Never use anything but your lips and tongue unless otherwise instructed.  It is poor toilet etiquette to ever use your hands for anything.  Be sure your lips and tongue are clean before you start cleaning their ass (use plenty of saliva and scrape your tongue clean with your teeth, then clean your lips with your tongue.  Rinse and repeat as necessary). Finally, many owners like to help you "wash down" their shit with a long, hot piss. Whether they prefer to stand back and piss into your mouth and watch it fill up or if they prefer to put your mouth right on their cunt or cock, obey them at all times, drink quickly, do not spill any and remain in eye contact with them at all times, maintaining a submissive gaze.  When they are done, suck out any remaining urine and lick them clean.  Many owners will use this time to cum in your mouth.  Use your fellatio or cunnilingus skills here as it is their right to do so and it is both a compliment to your services and a reward for a job well done.  Again, suck and lick to clean well.  Finally when they are done using you, relax (unless, of course, your owner decides to fuck you at this point.  Do not be alarmed, this is perfectly normal.  Using a sentient toilet often greatly arouses many owners and as their owners they can do whatever they wish to you - remember that, in most cases, they paid good money to do so!).  Your job is done, enjoy the feeling of fullness.  If your owner permits it, it is okay at this time to belch, pass gas or pee yourself.  You've earned it!

Kinds of Alien Shit
All different alien species have different kinds of shits due to both their unique physiologies and diets.  Different colors, volumes, textures, tastes, consistencies, shapes, contents, temperatures, side-effects, etc, etc.

Every individual's shit varies day to day, but below are the ideal/average types of shits to expect from the different species of the Galaxy.

Andorian – A mixture of urea & feces - like bird poop.  White pasty liquid with black/brown nuggets in it.  Tangy & sharp.  Hallucinogenic for humans.

Orion – Fruity-sweet, greenish-yellow, soft & voluminous.  Sugary, lots of vitamins.  Lots of gas trapped in the loaf makes it soft, foamy and less dense.  They float in water.  The gasses dispersed in Orion shit is heavily laden with Orion pheromones, makes anyone consuming it highly susceptible to suggestion.

Tellerite - Sticky, liquidy & sour. Orangish-brown.  Often has harder chunks floating in it.  Can easily cause stomach distress such as nausea and vomiting in those not accustomed to it.

Cardassian – Pebbly & chalky, dry and gritty.  A faded light brown/tan.  Crumbly.  Earthy & bitter taste.  Highly alkaline, good for indigestion.

Klingon - Super-dense, hairy texture, with lots of chunks of food in it.  Hot & steamy.  Klingons are almost exclusively meat eaters creating a high level of sulfides which gives them very nasty, foul and voluminous gas.  Likewise, their shit has a very strong smell and taste.  A rich brown color, very high in fiber.  Has hormones in it that reduce the aggression of the consumer, making them more submissive and receptive to aggressive behavior.

Vulcan – Tasteless & chewy.  Light brown, greenish tint.  High iron content.  Most Vulcans are vegetarians.

Romulan – A mildly earthy, firm, reddish-brown stool with an orangish-yellow mushy, spicy, tangy core that oozes out when the turd is bitten into.  This is often a nasty surprise.  Spicy core is known to cause heartburn.

Deltan – A shiny, medium brown.  Tastes just like chocolate, smooth, ranges from lighter & sweet to darker & somewhat bitter.  High in calories due to fats & sugars.  Warning: highly addictive!

Ferengi – Very foul – a warm firm core with a sticky outer layer.  Yellowish-brown, outer layer tends to be lighter than core.  Often pockets of extremely foul gas inside the turds.

Human – Medium-firm, mostly clean, dense, long.  High protein content.  Brown.  Generally mild tasting.  Earthy and bitter, sometimes sweet, varying richness of flavors.

	In our century of travels across the Galaxy (and beyond), Seven and I have encountered innumerable different shapes, sizes and variations of excrement – from every humanoid race imaginable, and scores of animal species as well.  

	For example, on Purenda XII, the natives' diet consisted exclusively of shit from themselves and various animals.  We stayed there for two weeks and I came back 15 pounds heavier.

	For 10 years, Seven took a leave of absence from Starfleet to pursue a grand safari, exploring every corner of the Galaxy to survey and catalogue the varied scat of every kind of animal known to the Federation.  Of course, I came along and was required to eat them all.  I have eaten the shit of the lowliest, mangiest back alley mutt on Risa, the impressive, majestic crap of the most noble steeds of the Pegasi Cluster, even the full, truly titanic dumps of the massive Keldarian mildabons – whose typical excretion weighs on the order of 50 pounds (it took me two days to eat the whole thing).  I am proud to say that I have eaten the shit of thousands of animals from every known inhabited world (and some unknown – not to get too technical, but it involves minor adventures in parallel dimensions and time travel to prehistoric times).

	I have consumed every one of the bizarre, infinite varieties of shit we have encountered, at Seven's command – for the sake of science, of course.  Seven is always on the search for the "perfect feces" and has assimilated traits of all kinds of feces from all across the Galaxy into her own excrement.

	Seven has molecularly scanned and stored every style of crap we have encountered for later replication.  She has even programmed her nanites to be capable of recreating any type at her whim.  She was thinking of me and wanted to keep things interesting for me.  Seven acts cold and emotionless, but deep down, I know she cares for me.  She could have replaced me ages ago, but she has stayed loyal to me and kept me around all this time for a reason.  Seven claims it's an all an experiment, but I know it was to keep things interesting for her.

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"1000"
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Seven is not a sentimental woman, even now.  Though she has softened considerably over the years, her personality has not changed much.  She wears her hair in a less severe manner, though still wears it up when on duty so it doesn't get in the way.  However, on my 100th anniversary as her toilet, she did some calculations (for "scientific posterity") to figure out exactly how much waste I had consumed in that time.

Seven estimates that I have eaten approximately 100 years x 365.24 days x 10 bowel movements a day x 5.4758 pounds per bowel movement = 1,999,995 pounds of Seven's shit, or 999.9975 tons.  That's 9.999975 tons a year, or about a full ton of shit every 36.5 days.  We do mark each tenth ton with a special occasion, rather than celebrating birthdays.  In fact, I only know that it's been 100 years because someone else reminded us.  Our own milestones are measured by tons of shit I have consumed rather than years aged.  Age is especially irrelevant to us since neither of us age in any meaningful way anymore.

We have a very special occasion coming up – I am just now about to reach my 1000th ton.  In fact, according to Seven, I will meet this milestone with my next feeding!

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Toilet finishes writing her memoirs entitled "Diary of a Toilet: 100 Years of Servitude", deactivates the holoscreen and sits back, content.  She has a feeling of accomplishment that fills her with joy and pride.  She knows she shouldn't be prideful, Seven has taught here this – as a toilet, she should be humble.  But even Seven has declared that toilet is special – the first of her kind and the greatest shit slave in history.

Rear Admiral 7 of 9 enters the room.  Seven is now in charge of a whole battle group of some of the most well-known ships in the fleet such as the USS Excreter (formally the Exeter), USS De Sade, USS Voyeur (the renamed Voyager), USS Constipation (Constitution), USS Flatulent (Valiant), USS Feces (Hermes), USS Sappho, USS Bestial and the USS Ecstasy.

Seven stands completely naked as is standard for all Starfleet personal nowadays.  Every Starfleet member wears a communicator/personal force field projector/portable transporter buffer in their navel (or appropriate equivalent alien orifice).  The personal force field protects them from the elements and low-energy-output weapons and can be adjusted to be physically solid as well.  The portable transporter buffer stores up to 50 teraquads of data so they can store their gear (weapons, tricorders, etc.)  

Wordlessly, automatically, toilet assumes the position and eats her mistress' shit once again, reaching her 1000th ton of consumed excrement, a new milestone and a historical landmark.



The End.





There will be one more, final chapter: Voyager Uncensored #8: "Homecummings" – which wraps up everyone's storylines the way Voyager's finale failed to do.

Thrill as:
* Harry's holodeck troubles get out of hand!
* Harry's bizarre new dual life!
* Harry's reunion with Libby, the girl he left behind
* Janeway pays a visit to her fiancé, Mark, and his new wife!
* Torres has an identity crisis!
* Tom & B'Elanna get married – with a Klingon twist!
* The politics of Klingon Sex are revealed!
* Kes has her first litter – but not her last!
* The ultimate fates of Neelix, The Doctor, Tuvok and others!



Voyager Uncensored Ch. 08



"Genesis, Part I"



Author's Note:

This begins my final story arc for Voyager Uncensored. After writing chapters 3 & 4, I had such ambitious plans for each of the three main storylines (Seven's scatological adventures, Janeway & Kes dom/sub relationship and Torres, Paris & Harry's unique threesome) that I was a bit overwhelmed about how to continue. So Seven's story got its own treatment in chapters 5-7. Now I return to the other two storylines with this final 3-chapter arc (8-10).

Since this arc starts where chapter 4 left off – in the middle of Season 4 of Voyager, it has a lot of ground to cover. Believe it or not, I've actually tried to tie in the events in my story with what you saw on screen. So whenever time passes in this story, I will provide a note indicating about when the next segment takes place relative to episodes of the series. If you're a Voyager fan and care about continuity, that may interest you. If you're just here for the dirty parts (and I can't blame you if you are!), you can just ignore those. :)

So here it is, my final thoughts on the world of Voyager and her crew...

 

*****

Guy Talk

*****

Note: these first three segments originally appeared in Voyager Uncensored #5, but are repeated here as the storyline continues in this chapter. If you remember these, you may skip them.

Context: Sometime after episode 4x05 –"Revulsion"

"Are you fucking NUTS?!" Tom lambasted Harry, who had just described to him his "close call" with Seven, "you said NO?! What are you, some kind of faggot?!"

"What?! YOU told me to stay away from her!" Harry exclaimed, a bit louder than he'd intended – he was drawing stares in The Mess Hall – the last thing he wanted right now was attention.

"Yeah, that was because I figured you had no chance with her!" Tom leaned forward and punched Harry in the arm, "if a woman like THAT asks if you want to 'copulate' and tells you to take of your clothes, you drop trou and do whatever she fucking says, man!"

"Ugh!" Harry leaned back, "you're right, I just... she caught me by surprise... you would have had to have been there-"

"Yeah, if I'D been there, I would have taken that Borg bitch for a ride she'd never forget!" Tom boasted, "do you realize she's been a Borg her entire adult life?! You could have been her first!"

"Well... that would be wrong, you know?" Harry tried to rationalize his actions, "I wouldn't have wanted to have taken advantage of her! She just regained her humanity a short time ago... I was just maybe hoping for a date or something, try to help her recover her-"

"I would have STARTED with anal," Tom interrupted, lost in his own perverted fantasy scenario now, "Laid the groundwork right away, so she gets used to that as the norm, you know? Then worked up from there. Ass to mouth, belly down, pile driver – man EVERY position, really turn her into a total anal FREAK, you know? Slam her ass, up against the wall, on the ground – ride that tight fucking ass of hers – reach around and hold onto those gigantic Borg implants of hers for dear life, you know?! Tit-fuck her, deep throat, the fucking works! I would have turned that Borg whore OUT!"

Harry listened to Tom go on. Privately, he wondered why he *didn't* take Seven up on her offer. What was wrong with him? Maybe he was just so gun-shy about sex after the way B'Elanna and Tom had been using and abusing him on the holodeck daily the past couple years. Tom still thought Harry was a holodeck simulation, but Torres knew full well, being the sadistic orchestrator of the whole deviant affair. Maybe Tom would start obsessing over Seven now, Harry thought. Maybe Seven would become his new holodeck addiction and Harry would finally be off the hook! Harry felt relieved... at least he should have... why did he feel a sudden pang of jealousy? Harry realized he needed to get out of this pattern of abuse and deviance. He was going to go back to Seven and accept her advances!

*****

Helpful Harry

*****

Harry shifted nervously in his chair in Astrometrics. He was helping Seven align the new long range sensor array to provide more detailed star charts. He looked over at Seven, who was working as efficiently and smoothly as ever. He couldn't help but ogle her amazing curves, barely concealed by her skin-tight, shiny silver catsuit.

"Ensign," Seven's stern voice shook Harry out of his daze, "do you *require* something?"

Harry flushed, embarrassed at having been caught checking Seven out so blatantly, "no, uh... sorry, I'm just..."

"Why have you stopped working?" Seven was the ultimate slave-driver. All that mattered to her was work output.

"Look, um, Seven," Harry finally mustered up the nerve to speak to Seven directly, "do you... do you remember... what we talked about... earlier?"

Seven looked at him like he was an idiot, "Ensign Kim, we have conversed on 47 prior occasions. You are going to have to be more specific."

Harry was a bit taken aback; he realized the event that had scarred and tormented him so much over the past few weeks was forgotten immediately by Seven. She really had no interest in him. Maybe he shouldn't have brought it up.

"Ensign, perhaps you should report to Sickbay," Seven suggested, "if you are unable to carry out your duties, I will recommend to the Captain that you need fewer duties, perhaps a demotion-"

"NO!" Harry blurted out – the last thing he needed was Seven telling Janeway he couldn't handle his work. He was going to have to come clean, "Look, all I wanted to say is... I know... you're adjusting to rediscovering your humanity-"

Seven looked annoyed, "this is not the time to discuss personal matter, Ensign, we have work that must be completed," she turned away from him but Harry put his hand on her shoulder... gently, but it made her snap her head around and give him such an icy glare that he immediately withdrew it.

"Seven – I know... as a *woman* a *human*, grown woman... you have certain... "he searched for the appropriate, but delicate word, "*needs*..." Seven seemed to be listening so he continued, "and I... I've decided that I'm willing – no, *eager* to... help you satisfy those needs."

Harry stared into Seven's cold eyes for several moments. Seven regarded him and looked him up and down in a way that Harry found mildly discomfiting.

"Very well," she suddenly replied, "I will keep that in mind for a future occasion should my... *needs* arise."

And, with that, Seven returned to her work. Harry stood there awkwardly, stunned at the matter-of-factness of Seven's reaction, "uh... okay... cool, then..." He slowly sat back down and resumed his own work.

...

Hours later, at nearly midnight, Harry had fallen asleep at his station. He had wanted to impress Seven and he didn't want to leave until she had, especially after her earlier threat to report her assessment of his performance to the Captain.

"Ensign Kim!" Seven's loud voice woke him with a jolt, drool running down his chin and his heart nearly jumping out of his chest. He looked up to see Seven standing next to him, looking down on him.

"I need you, NOW," Seven commanded coldly.

Harry's cock suddenly twitched at this and he fumbled to rise to his feet, stammering, "do you want – should I take off my clothes now?"

"That will *not* be necessary," Seven informed him and placed her hand on top of his head and pushed him down to his knees.

"W-what?" Harry was so confused by her reply, he didn't even wonder why he was on his knees or why she was turning her back to him. When he looked at her perfectly-rounded ass, now right in his face, he was surprised to see her uniform open seemingly on its own, revealing both of her perfect, smooth cheeks. Apparently, her nanites could dynamically construct and deconstruct her uniform on command – which explained its skin-tight appearance.

Suddenly, before he could even raise one of the dozens of questions rushing to his still foggy mind, she shoved his face deep between her generous ass-cheeks, his gaping mouth perfectly positioned right around her dilating anus! With horror, he felt her turd already pushing its way out of her asshole, through his lips, across his teeth and along his tongue!

As the terror of what was actually happening to him washed over him, he snapped out of his daze and began to struggle, shrieking around the massive turd forcing its way into his mouth, trying to pull his head away and pushing on her powerful thighs with his hands. But it was no use, her Borg-augmented strength easily far outstripped his own and she held him in place with a single hand.

"Be STILL, Ensign!" the Borg woman commanded him, "you volunteered for this duty. But I suppose I should have expected your usual level of poor performance in even this menial task. My report to the Captain will not be favorable."

Harry gagged and choked and retched as the massive, firm log slid effortlessly and quickly out of her stretched-out sphincter and down his rebelling throat. He couldn't believe it, but this statuesque, blonde Borg goddess he'd been worshipping for so many weeks was crapping directly into his belly!

He had become accustomed to breathing around large obstructions in his throat long ago – having to handle deep-throating both his friend Tom's sizable dick as well as Tom's girlfriend B'Elanna's comically massive Klingon kock, so he didn't suffocate. But this was a fresh humiliation, even for Kim, who had been subjected to what he thought was every imaginable degradation in Tom & B'Elanna's increasingly creative and perverse holodeck debaucheries.

The doors to Astrometrics whooshed open and Torres froze in the doorway. She had come to find Harry for their nightly escapades, but didn't expect to find the scene before her! She stood transfixed and instantly got wet at the sight.

"May I *help* you, lieutenant?" Seven spat out icily, annoyance evident in her tone as she coolly and emotionlessly stood and shat down Harry's bulging gullet.

Harry realized there must be someone else in the room and began to plea for help around the gut-busting turd lodged in his esophagus, but all that came out were muffled gurgles. He flailed his hands piteously, trying to get the attention of whomever Seven was addressing.

Torres, wide-eyed, shook her head and backed off, snickering. The doors closed behind her and Harry's heart sank as his hope for rescue evaporated. He resigned himself to his fate even as he felt Seven's soiled shitter bloom anew to pass yet another enormous log, thicker and fouler than the first. Before it was done, he'd be staggering back to his quarters with a visibly bloated belly, several pounds heavier than he'd been before reporting to duty. The dense, heavy shit would take so long to digest, he found he wouldn't be hungry for nearly two whole days...

*****

Guy Talk, Part 2

*****

Harry and Tom sat at their usual lunch table in The Mess Hall. Tom had been badgering Harry about how it went last night; he'd heard Harry had pulled an all-night duty shift with Seven.

"Fine," Harry groaned, slouching and massaging his still-bloated belly. After the fact, he'd found out all about Seven's scatological hijinks. Apparently, he was the only one who'd somehow missed out on the rumor mill. Though, to be fair, his schedule was so packed with being humiliated and raped on a constant basis that he had no social life remaining to speak of...

"Fine? Fine?!" Tom elbowed him, "you think I'm going to let you go with 'fine'? Come on, buddy, I want the juicy details! Fill me in, man! I'm your best bud that's what friends are for, Harry! If you can't tell me, who can you tell?!"

"Okay, okay," Harry acceded, if for no other reason than to shut Tom up and stop drawing stares from snickering crewmembers, "look, I went to Seven, told her how I felt and..."

"Yeah?!" Tom stared at Harry wide-eyed and eager to hear what happened next.

"Nothing, look, nothing – I just – I *don't* want to talk about it, okay?!" Harry blurted out.

"Wow..." Tom sat back, "that shitty, hunh?" he muttered under his breath, raising his eyebrows.

Harry shot him a look – what did he mean by that? Had he heard?! Was this another one of his embarrassing episodes spread around for the crew to laugh and snicker about behind his back? He was so tired of being the butt of everyone's jokes! The sly smiles and sniggers he heard as he passed, the hurriedly whispered secrets and gasps between crewmembers, and the alternating looks of either disgust or amusement he got as he passed people in the corridors. When would it all end?

Suddenly, a large platter beset by a huge, steaming, foul-smelling brown log dropped on the table before him, startling him!

"Talaxian Meatloaf!" Neelix proclaimed with pride, "sure to cure whatever's ailing your poor tummy, Mr. Kim!" he said cheerily as he patronizingly patted Harry's bulging gut.

Harry nearly vomited and shoved the plate away, almost knocking it off the table – Neelix barely caught it in time. For his part, Tom broke out into uncontrollable high-pitched laughter – sheer hysterics, trying to catch his breath as he narrowly escaped falling back off his chair. The whole room broke into laughter and Harry wanted to crawl inside his own skin and just die of embarrassment.

Neelix, as usual the only person in the room with no idea what was going on, whisked away his carefully-prepared meal and slinked off, insulted. 

"*Humans*," he muttered, "I'll *never* understand them!"

Note: This ends the recap from Voyager Uncensored #5, the remaining segments are all new.

Context: Right after episode 4x10 –"Random Thoughts"

*****

Kes' Conception, Part 1

*****

Kes walked down the corridor on her way from Janeway's quarters to Sick Bay. She was trying to ignore everyone's stares. She was showing now, everyone on the ship knew she was pregnant from the obvious development of her elogium. Everyone except Neelix. Fortunately, everyone had agreed to keep Kes' presence on the ship from him as per the Captain's orders.

Everyone also knew that Kes had been Janeway's personal bitch slave for years. But nobody knew who the father was. There was a lot of speculation, but nobody could have guessed the answer. Kes, too, was in the dark as to who had impregnated her – Janeway's pet chingador Pinganto with his dual alien dog dicks or Janeway herself with her own oversized replica of a dog cock that she had forced the Doctor to give her.

She was far enough along in her pregnancy to find out. In fact, she had been for a few weeks, but was too scared to know. On the one hand, she'd love to have Janeway's child, if that were possible. On the other hand, if she had somehow become cross-species impregnated with puppies...! She couldn't even allow herself to think that. It was just too horrible.

She reached Sick Bay and hesitated. Maybe she didn't want to know. Maybe she should turn back now and just not deal with it until the day she gave birth. Ocampans had very short pregnancies since they live such a short time. Even so, this pregnancy seemed to be moving along faster than she had expected. She stepped into Sick Bay.

Ensign Samantha Wildman was there – Janeway had arranged for the holodoctor to be called away on a house call (which he went to begrudgingly – his initial love affair with his remote emitter that allowed him to leave the Sick Bay quickly grew into annoyance at constantly being called away). Seeing as how the Doctor had to be forced to give Janeway the highly unusual procedure of growing an alien dog penis, the Captain didn't think he should be present for the exam... just in case. 

To Kes' surprise, Janeway was there, too, chatting with Samantha. Samantha had been in training to be head nurse for some time, having a background in biology.

"Ah, Kes," Janeway said kindly as the Ocampan girl walked in. Janeway walked over to her, took her arm and helped her to the bed, "Ensign Wildman, here, is ready to do the scan."

"Umm..." Kes was uncomfortable with anyone else being in on this depravity. She was deeply ashamed of her situation and would have preferred to have done the exam herself. After all, she had trained under the Doctor as a nurse and medic herself for a few years, "Does she have to be here?"

"Don't worry, Kes," Samantha assured her, "The Captain has filled me in on all the details."

"She HAS?!" Kes flushed beet red in embarrassment.

"Yes," Samantha grinned perversely, "And I think it's GREAT. So don't be uncomfortable, I won't judge you."

"You... you mean you don't think it's... wrong?" Kes asked meekly, "Filthy?"

"Oh, no, it's unbelievably filthy!" Samantha exclaimed cheerily, making Kes flush even redder, "I just think it's fucking HOT, too!"

Samantha picked up the medical tricorders and began scanning Kes' elogium. Janeway helped the shocked girl lie face down on the bed.

"Ensign Wildman is a xenobiologist," Janeway informed Kes as Samantha worked the tricorder, "if there's anyone qualified to handle our... unique situation, it's her."

"Yes, and don't forget," Samantha said absent-mindedly as the continued her scan, "I'm one of the only women on board who have given birth since we've been in this quadrant. I'll be with you for the whole pregnancy and delivery, so we'll get to know each other quite well."

Kes was still as embarrassed as ever, but she gave in to Wildman's logic and her Captain's will. She laid there and let Samantha complete the scan.

*****

Fantasy Number Seven

*****

Tom looked around nervously as he approached the holodeck control panel. He made sure nobody was coming, then tapped the panel and began to speak.

"Computer, load up Paris program theta-two-sev-" he abruptly stopped as a pretty redheaded crewmember passed and flashed him a smile. He waved politely.

"Please repeat the request," the computer intoned impassionately.

Tom tried again, "Paris program theta-two-seven-A."

The computer chirped obediently and the holodeck doors slid open. He quickly slipped in and made sure the doors closed behind him before he checked out his handiwork.

There she was. Seven of Nine. Perfect body in a skin-tight silver outfit that gave every man on board an instant, painful boner the moment she walked in the room. And now she was going to be all his.

Tom fixed his uniform and started to walk up to her. He had programmed the scenario to be a realistic situation – Seven in the Mess Hall looking out at the stars, other crewmen sitting around pretending to enjoy Neelix's "cooking".

He watched her standing there looking out at the stars, lonely, in need of company (okay, he admitted to himself, that part was unrealistic - the real Seven would never waste time staring out at the stars. But he wanted a romantic setting for the seduction but also wanted an audience to witness him melt the ice queen and fuck her right there in front of everyone). Her body was perfect, her ass was particularly inviting, the silver outfit riding up her ass crack and really showing off her every curve.

As Tom approached her, he mentally chided himself for never thinking of this before. Why waste time raping a holographic Harry Kim when he could have THIS incredible piece of ass any time, any way he wanted? Let B'Elanna do whatever she wanted with her Harry program, THIS was grade-A, prime holoporn!

Tom sidled up to Seven and slid his hand casually across her ass, "Hey, sexy and lonely. Wanna copulate?"

Seven turned to Tom, "Lt. Paris, I have been waiting for you."

"What a coincidence," Tom said wryly, "I've been waiting for you all of my life!"

Seven turned her body to face Tom, but held his hand on her ass, "You seem to be preoccupied with my posterior. Do you find it appealing, Ensign?"

"Hell yes!" Tom effused.

"Would you like to fuck me in the ass?" Seven offered almost clinically.




Voyager Uncensored Ch. 08



"Lady," Tom said with a wide grin, "you don't have to ask ME twice!" This holoprogram was moving much faster than he had designed it to, but he wasn't going to complain!

"Very well," Seven of Nine replied, turning to face the windows. She bent over and grabbed on to the wall to steady herself as she stuck her ass way out. The fabric around her ass melted away as her Borg nanites deconstructed that part of her silver jumpsuit, "You may orally lubricate my anus to prepare for the sodomy. Please be thorough. It is my first time."

Paris' eyes went wide and he looked around the room at all the people eating there. They were all gawking at the spectacle in front of them. Everyone he had programmed to be there were – Janeway, Kes, Harry, some other senior crew, Jenny & Megan Delaney and all of his other former girlfriends – even ones still back in the Alpha Quadrant.

Tom smiled and went around back behind Seven, admiring her perfect, rounded and muscular bare ass, "Seven, if there's one thing the ladies know about Tom Paris," he said as he dropped to his knees and grabbed Seven's cheeks, "I am VERY thorough when it comes to lovin!"

Tom stuck his face in between Seven's cheeks and began licking and kissing her browneye with frenzied vigor. But he immediately felt Seven reach back and grab his head with the iron grasp of a vice grip. She arched her back and looked over her shoulder down at him. He was stuck between her ass cheeks and couldn't breathe. His eyes opened wide in panic, up into Seven's merciless eyes. Had he programmed her too realistically? He'd known she was quite dominant, but he thought he'd taken care of that. And without being able to speak, he couldn't tell the computer to pause the program. He only hoped the holodeck safety protocols would kick in before he suffocated.

"Mr. Paris," Seven said as she looked down on him coldly, "did you REALLY think you could write some perverse holodeck fantasy simulation of me and I WOULDN'T find out about it?"

Oh shit.

"Since you are so infatuated with my posterior, I shall give you a most intimate 'taste' of what it's like to worship it," Seven's cold voice had an edge to it – a threat that he knew she was ready to follow through on by no uncertain terms.

Immediately, her sphincter dilated and pushed into his squashed-open mouth. The Borg Amazon's powerful rectal muscles began to push a thick, firm log of hard-packed shit into his captive mouth.

Tom began to flail, slapping and pushing on Seven's steel-trap butt and powerful, muscular thighs, but to no avail. He started screaming around the massive log invading his oral cavity, but the scream was soon cut off as the foot-long turd pushed its way down his esophagus, closing his windpipe.

By now all of the people he had programmed to be witnesses to his sexual prowess were crowded around Seven and her toilet boy and laughing, cheering and egging Seven on.

"Yeah, give it to him, Seven!"

"Shit in that fucker's lying piehole!"

"Feed it to him!"

"Yeah, he's always talking shit, about time he ate some!"

"Woo!"

"Fuckin' toilet face!"

"God that's hot!"

"Oh my GOD, I can see it going down his throat, look!"

"Jesus, what a monster fucking turd that must be!"

"Choke him on that assload!"

All the abusive voices blended into one as Tom's oxygen-deprived brain began to lose its grip on consciousness. He felt the obscene weight of the first turd plopping into his stomach as the second massive turd was already forcing its way into the back of his throat. Seven's bowels could hold an incredible amount of shit and it came out so fast, so forcefully!

Now the women had stripped Tom of his pants and were slapping his ass and fingering his asshole. They held his arms behind his back and pushed him even more firmly between Seven's sizable buttocks. They laughed as they watched his big prick get hard and commented on how much he must be enjoying his shitmeal. They fingered his ass as he swallowed the constant stream of crap being crammed down his throat by the force of Seven's powerful anal muscles.

After about the fourth heavy turd forced its way into his now bloated belly and two full minutes of oxygen deprivation, the fingering in his asshole drove him over the edge and he came HARD, without anyone touching his cock the whole time. His semen exploded with so much force he felt it spray up over his chest and onto his neck and chin. 

Then he passed out...

When he started to come to, he was laying on the floor of the inactive holodeck, the program was over. How long had he been passed out for? He had the nastiest taste in his mouth and his belly was so overstuffed he felt like he was about to barf. And his chin and neck and chest were all covered with his thick, cold, drying jizz.

As he tried to reorient himself, he thought he heard faint voices. When he turned his head towards the light coming from the open doorway to the corridor, he saw two figured standing there, talking to each other. Neither aware he had come to yet.

"Thank you, Ensign Kim," Seven said to the other figure, "I would not have known of Lt. Paris' indiscretions if you had not alerted me."

"No problem, Seven," Harry replied, "I'm just glad I could help."

The two left and the holodeck doors closed. Tom silently cursed Harry and swore he'd get his revenge on him... as soon as he could move again.

*****

Kes' Conception, Part 2

*****

Ensign Wildman had finished her scan and pulled Janeway aside to a medical display console. She brought up the results on the display and discussed them with the Captain, out of earshot of her Ocampan patient. Kes lifted her head to see what they were saying. They looked over at her a couple times and seemed to be having a very serious discussion, with Ensign Wildman going into long explanations of something or other.

When they came back over, Kes was practically bursting at the seams in suspense.

"Well?!" she pleaded.

"Congratulations," Ensign Wildman beamed, "you two are going to be parents!"

Kes was elated! The child was Janeway's! Her relief shone through her expression and she began to cry in happiness.

"Oh, Mistress, I'm so happy!" she cried as Janeway cradled her head.

"Me, too, my little bitch, me too," Janeway pet her head as she embraced her.

"Now," Ensign Wildman explained, "this will be an unusual birth, so say the least, these two species have never interbred before, so it'll be a first, which is always potentially dangerous."

Kes hadn't considered that. Humans and Ocampans had never interbred before, of course! They were so different, she hoped there wouldn't be too many complications.

"I don't care," Kes proclaimed, "nothing would stop me from going through with this!"

Samantha smiled, "and I wouldn't dream of advising you to abort, don't worry."

Janeway spoke up, "what kind of complications do you forsee, Ensign?"

"Well," Wildman explained, "the pregnancy seems to be going at an accelerated rate. This doesn't give us much time to prepare, but that shouldn't be a problem otherwise. I'd say you have another 3 weeks left."

Three weeks! The entire pregnancy was about half the normal Ocampan gestation period. One of the oddities of interspecies mating, she presumed.

"Also," Wildman continued, "nursing may be an issue, given the number of offspring developing in the mitral sac, but-"

"What?" Kes interrupted, "I'm having twins? Triplets?"

"Oh, no," Wildman corrected her, "I scanned 8 fetuses."

"EIGHT!?" Kes nearly fainted! How was she supposed to carry that many children, much less give birth to them?!

"No need to panic," Ensign Wildman assured her, "that's about average for a chingador litter."

"Ch-... CHINGADOR LITTER?!" Kes' face exploded in shock.

"Yes," Ensign Wildman clarified, "You're having puppies, Kes. Didn't you know?"

"KNOW?!!" Kes blurted, "NO!"

"But, Kes," Wildman seemed confused, "How could you... what else did you expect, given... your experiences?"

"I thought..." Kes looked at Janeway desperately, but Janeway's expression was inscrutable, "I thought I was having the Captain's baby..."

"Oh," Ensign Wildman still seemed a bit confused, "but... you are. At least, as best we can tell."

"What?" Kes was confused too, "how is that...? I don't..."

But none of this came as a surprise to Janeway. Janeway, after all, knew something Kes didn't. Being a female, Janeway had no male DNA to make her sperm fertile. So she made the doctor use Pinganto's alien dog DNA as the template. There was no human DNA in her sperm at all. She never thought she could get Kes pregnant, but then she wasn't a xenobiologist like Ensign Wildman.

"Kes," Janeway held her slave's delicate jaw in her hand and locked gazes with her, "My sperm is chingadorian sperm. I didn't have any male DNA to make a complete sperm, so I had the Doctor replicate Pinganto's testes in my balls. I've been pumping you full of alien doggie sperm for months and I WANTED to impregnate you with puppies," Kes was shocked, hearing this for the first time, only now when she was about ready to give birth in a few short weeks. But Janeway's dominant gaze and firm demeanor suppressed Kes' instinctual urge to completely freak out in revulsion and she listened obediently to her Mistress, "I WANT this, Kes. I want you to have my puppies. I want you to be my complete bitch, and this is how you're going to do it for me. You will have these puppies, you will nurse them and when you're ready, I will pump you full of more dog seed and turn you into my little bitch puppy mill. Do you UNDERSTAND?"

Even Ensign Wildman's pussy quivered at the domineering tone of Janeway's debased directives for Kes.

"Yes, Mistress," Kes answered in complete sincerity, "anything for you. I love you!" Kes hugged Janeway and the Captain rewarded her with a deep, soulful kiss.

Ensign Wildman didn't want to intrude on such a personal moment and began to slip away, but Kes called out to her.

"Wait, Samantha – I just need to know.. how is this even possible?" Kes had done her own research, but this was pretty far out there and Ensign Wildman was the xenobiology expert on the ship.

"Well, it's a pretty amazing series of events, but it comes down to chingadorian virility, Ocampan fertility and the adaptiveness of both species," she brought up a display on the main Sick Bay screen.

"Chingadors are considered one of the most virile species in the Delta Quadrant. So much so that they have occasionally caused epidemics due to uncontrolled reproduction," Wildman explained, "Various cultures tried spaying all the chingadorian females – no easy trick seeing as how they have two whole sets of reproductive organs. But, to their surprise, new chingadors were still being born!"

Kes and Janeway looked at each other quizzically.

"Soon, the epidemic got so bad that bounties were put on chingador females since they were much easier to catch," Wildman brought up the image of a particularly fierce-looking individual who wore battle-worn armor, a helmet with a slit for the eyes, a jetpack of some sort and a chingadorian pelts hung from his shoulder, "and before long the chingadorian females were all but wiped out from the Delta Quadrant. And yet, even so, chingadors were still being born."

"But.. how?" Kes asked incredulously.

"It turned out that the male chingadors weren't just mating with female chingadors," Wildman explained, "they were mating with every female animal they could mount on every planet they'd been introduced to. Chingadorian sperm is highly adaptable and has a way of recognizing alien eggs, penetrating them and adapting their DNA to be compatible with chingadorian DNA, overwriting anything that conflicts with their genes with their own DNA."

"Astounding," Janeway marveled at the sight Wildman brought up on the screen – that of what appeared to be some sort of rabbit giving birth to a chingador litter.

Kes' guts churned at the thought of it.

"Now, this should only be possible with mammals, and only mammals of roughly the order of a dog or cat or rabbit or other mid-sized four-legged mammal," Wildman went on, "and here's where it gets really great." She brought up an image of an Ocampan female and her reproductive system.

"Ocampan females are truly a marvel of the reproductive world," she stated, "They only live 9 years and reach sexual maturity at about 4 or 5. So they have to be incredibly fertile and have to be able to give birth quickly. Well they are so fertile because their eggs are unusually adaptive – as adaptive as the chingadorian sperm! Whenever any alien DNA comes into contact with an Ocampan egg, it doesn't reject it like most humanoid species would animal sperm, it draws it in, breaks it down to decode its genetic makeup, then reprograms itself to be receptive to the alien DNA. If my research is right, I think an Ocampan female could become pregnant by just about anything! A Universal Mother, if you will."

Kes was about to faint, but Janeway's embrace tightened around her and she looked up at her Mistress.

"I'm so proud of you, my little breeding bitch," Janeway smiled, her pride in Kes genuine. Kes could feel it and smiled, too, tearing up again at being able to please her Mistress in this way. They kissed again and this time Samantha slipped away, leaving the two women to enjoy their very unique moment of bizarre interspecies conception.

*****

Harry of Nine

*****

Harry slipped into bed, exhausted from a full day's work. Not to mention his daily holodeck abuse by Torres and her ridiculously oversized Klingon holo-cock. But he had actually gotten off a little easy these past few days since Tom was still out of commission. Harry allowed himself to chuckle at the fate of his friend. It served him right for setting him up with Seven – not to mention the way he'd been abusing Harry for months (unknowingly, granted, but still...)

Harry's thoughts drifted to Seven's body. Like Seven, he had taken the place of his holographic counterpart in Tom's fantasy program so that he could watch Tom's comeuppance himself. He found it hard to watch Seven force-feeding Tom so brutally – not because he felt bad for Tom, but because the memory of his own forced toilet servitude at the Borg babe's hand was still so fresh in his memory.

But there was no denying she was an incredible specimen of womanhood. Easily the most bodacious, sexy woman on the ship. He could see how anyone would worship that body, do anything for her. He reached down and began to stoke himself at the thought of her body. Her skin-tight suit doing nothing to hide her ample tits and toned ass – how she jiggled and shook as she strode confidently and purposefully through the ship.

Harry began to moan as he worked his little member close to an orgasm, but then he felt the familiar tingle of a transporter beam encompassing his prostrate form.

"No!" he cried out as he dematerialized.

When he rematerialized, he was on the holodeck again. Torres must have decided to have a second, midnight session with him! Why couldn't she just leave him alone?! He couldn't even jerk off in peace!

He looked around as the holodeck filled in the scene around him before the participant was allowed to enter. He found himself in Astrometrics. It was a strange choice of locale – Torres had never used that setting before. Usually she was much more creative or sadistic in her choice of rape venues – once she even programmed a scenario where she tied up his parents and forced them to watch her rape him right in their own bedroom.

"Program complete," the computer chirped and Harry turned and saw Tom walk in, not B'Elanna! He immediately began to panic. What was the scenario? He had to figure it out quick so he could play along. He looked down to see what he was wearing as a clue.

He was shocked to see he was dressed in a skin-tight silver jumpsuit... and he had boobs! Big, heavy ones. When he caught his reflection in a darkened display screen he saw he had a tight blonde hairdo and a Borg implant over his left eye. He was dressed as Seven of Nine, down to the last detail, even her fat, heavy tits!

Tom strutted up to "Harry of Nine" and placed his hand on "her" ass.

"Hey, sexy and lonely, wanna copulate?" He said exactly the same way as he had in his previous version of the holofantasy.

Harry didn't know what to say. How had he programmed him to respond? Did he expect Harry to respond as Seven would, or did he want her to be slutty and receptive? He took a guess and played it safe, doing his best Seven impression.

"Lt. Paris, copulation serves no purpose," he impressed even himself with his improvisational skills, "I am extremely busy at the moment. Please return to your duties and stop interfering with mine."

"Oh, come on, Seven, you know you've wanted me since you came aboard," Tom pushed, now getting behind Harry.

Well, at least I guessed right, Harry thought with relief, I guess I'm supposed to play hard to get. Fine by me.

"Mr. Paris," Harry intoned, "This is highly inappropriate, I suggest you leave before I call security." For a second, Harry wondered what would happen in the scenario if he actually *did* call security – would the program allow them to come and put an end to this?

But Tom cut off that line of thinking when he reached around Harry, cupping one of his holo-tits in one hand and deactivating the comm channels with the other.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Seven, we don't want any uninvited guests now, do we?" Tom used the reach to pull his body tight against Harry's. Harry could feel Tom's breath on his neck.

Tom started kissing Harry's neck and Harry stiffened up. Tom was seducing him like he was really Seven of Nine! He was really going to do this! Harry's groin twitched involuntarily as Tom's lips reached his ears. Dammit, Harry cursed inwardly, but Tom is a damned good kisser...

"Seven, baby," Tom whispered sulkily into Harry's ear, "can't you feel how HARD I am for you?"

Tom ground his impressive, hot erection between Harry's silver-coated buttcheeks. Tom really WAS getting turned on by seducing his best friend in Seven's guise!

"T-Tom," Harry stuttered in one last desperate attempt to prevent the inevitable, "remove y-your hands from me th-this instant..." he ordered weakly.

"Bitch, I'M giving the orders here, now!" Tom growled in Harry's ear, then he slapped him roughly in the face and threw him down over the Astrometrics console, bent over and stunned. Tom dug both hands between Harry's crack and roughly grabbed the silver fabric and tore open a large hole centered right on his quivering asshole.

"Here's your lube, you computerized BITCH!" Tom spat a large gob of saliva onto Harry's wrinkled sphincter with expert aim and then violently shoved his large, raging hard cock all the way into Harry's rectum with one forceful shove.

"AAIIIOOWWW!" Harry screamed, tears forming in his eyes instantly.

"Awww," Tom mocked him in a fake crying tone as he grabbed Harry around the throat and yanked, bending him backwards awkwardly, "did I make the poowr wittle Borg bitch cwy? Boo-FUCKING-HOO!" He punctuated the last couple words by pulling out and slamming all the way back into Harry's anal canal with all his strength.

Harry grunted and resigned himself to the fierce angry revenge fucking he was about to get. In Tom's mind, he was getting revenge on both Harry and Seven at once. Little did Tom know how literally he was taking out his anger on the real Harry.

Tom pounded Harry of Nine's ass with an absolute fury and tempo that rattled Harry's bowels and shook his whole body. He had NEVER been fucked by Tom so hard. He had never seen his friend so mad! By the time Tom screamed in his ear and exploded in Harry's abused bowels, his rock-hard cock positively erupting with hot angry ball-lava, Harry was worn out just from the ride itself. Tom seemed to cum and scream forever, plowing his full 10-inch engorged prick into Harry's ass to the hilt with each forceful jet of torrid jizz. Twelve times Tom shot a load into his best buddy's deepest depths, a new record even for the usually copious ejaculator.




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When Tom finally stopped pumping, he held Harry there for several minutes in his uncomfortable bent-over-backward position. Tom's chin rested on Harry's left shoulder and he was breathing hard from the extreme exertion, sweating all over Harry's silver jumpsuited tits.

Harry expected Tom to pull out and collapse, spent and satisfied as he usually did. But after 10 minutes of resting with his cock still buried to the hilt in Harry's flooded fuckchute, Tom's cock was still as hard as ever! Harry had a sinking feeling that this was going to be an all-nighter.

Tom pumped a few more times, lazily and seductively in and out of Harry's ass, churning the hot jizz percolating in his cross-dressed buddy's bowels.

"You like that, Seven? That's just what you've been wanting, isn't it, bitch?" Tom hissed into Harry's ear.

Harry knew Tom well enough to know what was expected of him now, "Oh, yes, Tom – you're just what I needed – I never knew it could be like this..."

Tom smiled broadly, "honey, this is just the *beginning*! I've got a whole *Universe* of pleasure to show you!" He shoved his tongue in Harry's ear, digging around as he simultaneously ground his hips against his ass, working his fat cock in a circular motion inside Harry's anal canal, stirring up the mixture of steamy cum and well-churned shit that coated the passage now.

Abruptly he slapped Harry across the face again and roughly pulled out of Harry, spinning him around and pushing him down, "On your knees, BITCH!"

Harry dropped to his knees, knowing what was coming next. Even so, it shocked him when Tom grabbed him by the head, forced open his mouth and literally shoved his sticky, shitty, fully erect cock right down his throat with an expert throat-fucker's technique acquired from years of experience. No doubt a dog like Tom had throat-raped a countless number of gullible co-eds in his Starfleet Academy days.

Harry choked and gagged on the long, hard member thrusting down his gullet, but Tom had bent his head back and positioned himself directly over his mouth so that he could fuck straight down Harry's throat with the least amount of resistance. He was pile-driving his cum-and-crap-coated cock right down Harry's esophagus with long, deep strokes that got faster and rougher with each push. Obscene choking and gurgling sounds ejected involuntarily from Harry's violated gullet and these seemed only to turn Tom on more, driving him to fuck Harry's face harder and rougher, a constant stream of obscenities and insults spewing forth from his spittle-flinging mouth. He was in full-on fuckrage.

"FUCKING CHOKE ON MY SHITTY DICK, YOU FUCKING STUCK UP BITCH! TAKE IT! EAT IT! YOU LIKE THAT, HUNH? YOU LIKE THE TASTE OF YOUR OWN ASS, DON'T YOU! ALWAYS STICKING IT IN EVERYONE ELSE'S FACES, NOW YOU GET A TASTE FOR YOURSELF, YOU GODDAMN FUCKING SHIT-EATING WHORE!!!!"

As Tom lost himself in his revenge-fuck fugue, his earlier words about what he would do to Seven if he'd gotten a chance to fuck her came flooding back into Harry's mind with awful clarity.

I would have STARTED with anal, Harry remembered Tom bragging, Ass to mouth, belly down, pile driver – EVERY position, really turn her into a total anal FREAK... slam her ass, up against the wall, on the ground – ride that tight fucking ass of hers – reach around and hold onto those gigantic Borg implants of hers... Tit-fuck her, deep throat, the fucking works! I would have turned that Borg whore OUT!

And, as Tom shot his second massive load of the long night straight down Harry's stuffed throat, his balls hanging over Harry's chin and his pubes tickling the poor cross-dresser's nostrils, Harry realized that Tom was going to follow his perverted script to the letter.

Tom grunted with each thrust as he held Harry's head with all his strength and ground his pelvis into his friend's face – smearing the make-up that made him look like Seven of Nine – or, at least, a pathetic cross-dresser's attempt to emulate the voluptuous Borg goddess.

Harry went limp, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop the throat-raping, cum-dumping he was getting from his enraged friend. Even if he did try to fight back, it would give him away. He knew Tom would have programmed the scenario to turn Seven into his helpless bitch once he'd taken her.

So he didn't fight it as Tom finally withdrew his still-swollen 8-inch cock from Harry's slack jaw, trailing obscene ropes of mucus and cum, then flipped him around, threw him on the ground and pinned him there. He only managed a weak "please, no" as Tom grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back while he pinned Harry's legs with his own then proceeded to ram his thick cock all the way into Harry's exposed ass anew. He planted it to the root roughly and firmly then held it there.

Harry felt Tom stiffening inside him again almost immediately as the dominant man leaned forward growled in his ear, "say 'please' again, bitch, I wanna hear you say it!"

"P-please," Harry gasped through the pain from both the rough sodomizing and the pain in his scalp and neck of being pulled back so awkwardly.

"Please WHAT?" Tom demanded. Harry felt Tom's cock throb in his rectum as he punctuated the question.

"Please... stop," Harry begged.

"No, bitch," Tom sneered, "you beg me to FUCK you!"

Harry's heart sank. So this would be one of THOSE scenarios. Harry had no choice but to play along or give himself away as being the real Harry and not just Tom's perverted facsimile.

"P-Please, Tom," Harry choked out, "Please.... Fuck me."

"What's that, bitch?" Tom yanked back on Harry's head, "I didn't HEAR you!"

"P-PLEASE!" Harry squealed in pain, "FUCK ME!"

"FUCK WHAT?" Tom yelled.

"FUCK MY ASS!" Harry yelled back, "FUCK MY DIRTY ASSHOLE WITH YOUR BIG HARD COCK! I NEED YOU TO SLAM ME!"

"YEAH, that's it!" Tom started to grind his hips, his cock rapidly hardening back to its full size and vigor – Harry had always been impressed at Tom's stamina and how quickly he could recover after coming, "Tell me how much you NEED my dick!"

"PLEASE! I NEED your cock!" Harry played along, trying to sound sincere.

"WHY, you Borg BITCH!?" Tom demanded, "Tell me WHY you need to feel my COCK inside your NASTY FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Tom punctuated each emphasized word with a hard thrust into Harry's bowels.

Harry moaned, yelping with each thrust "OH, Tom, you're such a STUD, your big fat COCK makes me FEEL like a real GIRL- UNGH!" Harry grunted as Tom picked up the pace and force.

Now Tom raised himself up so that he was up on his elbows and toes, so that he could put the entire weight of his body into each thrust.

"Show me, CUNT!" Tom ordered Harry, "reach back and hold those thick cheeks of yours apart so I can get this thing ALL the way in you!"

"Y-Yes, Master," Harry obeyed, reaching behind him (which made it harder to brace himself against Tom's weight and made the position even more uncomfortable). He blushed as he willingly grabbed his own ass-cheeks, a whole cheek in each hand and pulled his ass open, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable to Tom's abuse.

"Yeah, that's it," Tom smiled as he looked down to see the ersatz Seven obey him without hesitation, "You must REALLY want my cock, don't you, SLUT?"

"Yes, PLEASE," Harry groaned, "I've never been fucked before, I had no idea what I was missing! You've made me a woman, Tom! GIVE it to me, you fucker!"

"If you say so!" Tom grinned evilly as he slammed his entire cock into Harry now, getting another two inches into the pinned punk's rectum, his pubic hairs now right up against Harry's stretched-out asshole, his pelvis slamming up against Harry's tailbone, his balls slapping heavily against Harry's own ballsack, still encased in its silvery skin-tight fabric.

"OOOHHHH FUUUUCCCKKK!!!" Harry exhaled in all earnestness at the feeling of being so fully penetrated.

"Go on, I wanna hear you BEG for my load, bitch!" Tom began pulling almost all the way out, then slamming his whole body back down on the trapped Borg impersonator, knocking the wind out of Harry with each thrus.

"PLEASE – UNGH – GIVE ME YOUR FAT – UNGH – PRICK!" Harry grunted through the punishment,"POUND MY NAUGHTY ASS! PLOW ME, YOU STUD! I WANNA F-UNGH!- FEEL YOU INSIDE ME! C-UNGH!- CUM IN MY TIGHT ASS, MASTER! UNGH! FLOOD MY B-BOWELS WITH YOUR-UNGH! YOUR HOT SEED! MAKE ME YOUR DIRTY – UNGH – ANAL BORG BITCH SLAVE!!!"

"YEAH, YEAH, HERE IT COMES, BITCH!" Tom growled right into Harry's ear.

"OH GOD, YES, PLEASE!" Harry sighed, fully invested in the role now.

Tom was fucking at full power and speed, now, raising his whole body up and slamming back down into Harry, driving his silver-material encased dick into the floor. Tom was pumping at full tempo, his cock a blur jackhammering in and out of Harry's rippling exposed asshole.

"RAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!" Tom screamed as he had yet another mind-blowing, massive climax inside his best friend's asshole. He shot jet after powerful jet of thick, hot jism deep into Harry's bowels, a direct colon injection of passion-and-rage-fueled boiling cocksauce.

Harry groaned as he felt each throb of Tom's long, fat cock – buried into him to the hilt. He could feel the pulse of the cumshot shoot from the base of Tom's cock by his sphincter, up through his anus, through his rectum, then felt Tom's fat cockhead expand and finally felt the impressive wad explode into his colon, flooding his guts with a perverse sloshing warmth.

"THIS IS WHAT YOU NEEDED, ISN'T IT, BITCH!" Tom yelled as he rode his long orgasm for all it was worth.

"YES! YES!" Harry complied, still holding his asscheeks open wide for Tom as his best friend emptied his massive load inside him, "FILL ME UP! THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR YOUR MANLY LOAD, MASTER!"

"FUCKING WHORE!!!" Tom yelled right into his face as he lost all control and was at the mercy of his own body's explosive orgasm.

Harry and Tom were locked in a carnal embrace of mutual lust and pure bestial mating, entwined in ecstasy, humping and grinding and thrusting as one entity lost in total fuck-hunger. Tom rode his helpless friend's ass with wild abandon as he emptied the largest load of his life into his already-violated bowels, and Harry obediently held himself open for his friend's use.

When Tom's ejaculations finally subsided into involuntary twitches inside Harry's rectum, he collapsed, drenched in sweat on his friend. Harry's hands were pinned where they had been – still holding his own cheeks apart. Tom's full weight came to rest on Harry, and his perpetually engorged cock was still buried in him to the root.

"Goddamn..." Tom exhaled, breathing heavily, his head hanging over Harry's shoulder, his face next to his. He grabbed Harry by the hair again and turned his head so he could look him right in the eyes. Harry met his friend's gaze and saw something in there he hadn't seen before... more than angry lust, more than sadistic, perverse pleasure... what was it?

"I think that was the best fucking orgasm of my LIFE!" Tom smiled, seeming surprised himself.

Harry didn't know what to say. What was he supposed to say? What was Seven supposed to say to something like that?

"I-" Harry began, but he was shocked as he was cut off by Tom pulling Harry's face to his – Tom began *kissing* Harry! A deep, passionate kiss, shoving his tongue into Harry's mouth and probing it, kissing him like he... like he was in love!

Harry was in a complete state of shock and confusion! Tom had never done anything like this before. He had fucked Harry in just about every way imaginable, had used him in perverse, sick ways – but NEVER had he done something so... so *intimate*... Harry found himself awash in conflicting emotions. Shock at Tom's actions. Repulsion at the intimacy of the kiss with another man. But also pride at the thought that he had given Tom his greatest orgasm of his life. Which is saying a lot as Tom was known to be quite the lady's man. He had bragged to Harry early on about the literally hundreds of cadets he had fucked in Starfleet Academy. Not to mention his ongoing relationship with B'Elanna Torres. Was Harry really a better lay than her?! In a way, it made sense – he was pretty sure Tom was spending more time fucking him than her nowadays. Yes, Harry realized, he *was* proud, in a sick, humiliating way. And as he let himself become self-aware after following that train of thought, he found he was *returning* the passion of Tom's kiss, pressing back against Tom's lips, entwining his tongue with Tom's aggressive one, welcoming the oral invasion. He moaned as he surrendered to the passion of the moment and felt his own cock stiffening.

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The two remained this way for a long, intimate moment as B'Elanna watched from her room on her console. She had long ago begun monitoring and recording Tom's sessions with Harry so she could masturbate to them later or watch the replays with Tom, or fuck Harry while they watched them together. She had been masturbating, fingering herself slowly. She wanted the experience to last, she knew how long these sessions could go – knowing Tom's creativity and stamina.

But that last exchange bothered her a bit. Did Tom really mean it? Had he really just had the best orgasm of his life.. in HARRY?! What about *her*? She should be offended. She should be ANGRY! But as she watched the two men share their intimate, passionate kiss, all she felt was arousal. It was just so fucking HOT! So what if Tom had a blast fucking poor Harry? So did she! And when she saw Harry start to return the kiss with equal passion, she lost her control over her own pleasure and came hard all over her fingers, frigging and fingering herself with desperate fervor.

As she came down from her full-body, bone-rattling orgasm, she opened her eyes to see Tom standing over Harry, holding the now thoroughly disheveled Borg cross-dressing victim by the hair so that he was kneeling weakly in front of him. Tom's cock was still engorged and she could tell from Tom's expression and Harry's wide-eyed, desperate upward eye-lock with Tom and his bobbing Adam's apple that Tom was relieving a full, bursting bladder down the poor, abused she-male Borg's throat. B'Elanna loathed the real Seven, her haughty attitude and superiority complex just pushed all of the Klingon's buttons. If B'Elanna thought she could take the bitch, she'd do what Tom was doing to Harry right now. As it was, it was satisfying, one some level, to see even a drag queen "Harry of Nine" be used and humiliated in the Borg bitch's place.

Torres switched off the monitor so she could save the rest for later. She could already feel her loins tingle again at the kinky sight of Tom using Harry as his personal urinal, and she didn't think she could take another orgasm right then.

As she walked to the bathroom to clean up, she looked at herself in the mirror. What had been the best orgasm of *her* life? Immediately, she realized it was probably one of her own experiences on the holodeck. There was something about the fantasy context, the unlimited potential for kink and perversion that a world without limits and consequences provided. But was her best orgasm one when she would run her Klingon rape programs and be gang-raped? Or were they when *she* was raping Harry with her oversized Klingon holodick? Of course, those weren't real orgasms like a real man would feel. Those were just the holodeck taking the input from the holographic penis' kinetic fields and translating it into vaginal and clitoral stimulation for her. For all the times she had fucked the shit out of poor Harry, she had never REALLY experienced what it was like to have a male climax like Tom had just had. And THAT thought, the unfairness of it... THAT made her angry...

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Over the next 6 hours, Tom followed exactly the lengthy, punishing and highly detailed regimen for thoroughly using Seven that he had laid out for Harry in the Mess Hall that day. The whole fucking works. Tom turned "Harry of Nine" out like a 2-credit Terrelian alley whore. Later, Harry would remember the tit-fucking in particular as feeling really strange, seeing has how they were holo-simulated giant Borg tits. But it was perhaps *the kiss* that would stick with Harry the longest.

It was an experience Harry would get to know well, however. Because for the next several months, "Harry of Nine" became Tom's new favorite holoprogram...

*****

To Love, Honor and OBEY, Part I

*****

Context: Right after episode 4x14 –"Message In A Bottle"

Captain Janeway waved to Neelix as he boarded the shuttlecraft.

"Goodbye, fair crew!" Neelix proclaimed cheerily, "don't worry, I won't be gone long! I'm sure crewman Harrison will make an adequate substitute cook in my absence, if not a gourmet chef like myself. But the ingredients Seven's scans detected in this system will be well worth the wait! Imagine how amazing my Bogrub Pie will taste when I can get some fresh dung worms straight from the source!"

"Oh my god, did he say dung worms?" Tom choked, vomiting in his mouth a little. Torres elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up.

"Bye, Neelix!" Torres cheerily waved back.

"Captain, if I may-" Tuvok began.

"My decision is final, Tuvok," Janeway interrupted him.

"But, surely, Captain, some other crewman could-" Tuvok debated.

"Tuvok, I need someone I can trust," she insisted.

"But... Captain..." Tuvok searched for the right words, "two weeks alone with Neelix in a shuttlecraft is enough to test even the limits of Vulcan sanity."

"If anyone can handle it, Tuvok," Janeway patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "it's you. Besides, he's going to need protection. But more importantly, I need you to make absolutely certain he's gone for the full two weeks. If things go too well, make sure to slow it down. A little misdirection, get lost a bit, even sabotage the shuttle if you need to."

"Captain, I'm not one to disobey an order-" Tuvok started.

"GOOD." Janeway stated firmly, "because this is a DIRECT order, Lt. Commander."

Tuvok sighed in resignation, "very well. Farewell, Captain."

Janeway nodded and Tuvok joined Neelix in the shuttle.

"Ah, Mr. Vulcan! Welcome aboard to the USS Adventure," Neelix saluted him, "Captain Neelix at your service!"

Tuvok shot one last look at Janeway, his disgust showing through in even his usually placid expression, then the doors closed.

As the shuttle left the hangar bay, Janeway turned to the assembled crew.

"Okay, get to work! The big day is only 3 days away!" Janeway ordered, "and it's got to be PERFECT!"

The crew responded with a chorus of "ayes" and hurried away.

Janeway walked into the corridor and was accompanied by Chakotay.

"Captain," he said, catching up to her.

"Yes, Chakotay?" she smiled at him.

"I have to ask, what made you take this step?" Chakotay asked.

"Well," Janeway mused, "I suppose it was many different things, all coming together at once. You know I found out about my husband."

"Mark?" Chakotay recalled.

"Yes," Janeway replied, her tone of voice turning a bit dark, "He remarried the same year we went missing. Obviously, he didn't hold out hope of my return."

"Well," Chakotay tried to rationalize, "Maybe he just found it easier to let go than to grieve and-"

"Don't defend him," Janeway spat, "Or I'll demote you, Commander."

Chakotay smiled at this, "Okay, so he's an asshole."

"Yes, he is," Janeway sneered, "and when I get back, he's going to pay. He AND his little Risan whore...

"So.. what else?" Chakotay prodded, wanting more insight into the motives behind the Captain's momentous decision.

"Hmm?" Janeway replied, "Oh, yes. Well, I figured with Kes being in her... delicate state, it was about time I made an honest woman out of her, don't you think?"




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"Heh, I suppose so," Chakotay nodded, "So you're sure she's the one? The one you want to spend the rest of your life with?"

"What's the matter, Chakotay?" Janeway teased, "Jealous?"

"I'll admit, I did entertain the idea for a while," Chakotay blushed.

Janeway stopped and turned to face her first officer, "Oh, Chakotay," she grabbed his jaw and squeezed, "you'll always be my hunky fucktoy, you can stop by any time and give me and the missus a ride," she kissed him on the lips, "but Kes is my soulmate and I'm marrying that little bitch because I love her!"

Chakotay smiled, "And I wish you both all the best, Kathryn," he said with total sincerity, "I do."

Janeway gave him a soft smile and light slap on the cheek, then turned and strode down the hall. Chakotay smiled, shook his head and went his own way.

*****

To Love, Honor and OBEY, Part II

*****

The Doctor was admiring his reflection in a darkened medical display when he saw the doors open behind him.

"Kes!" he said cheerily, "How goes the pregnancy? I don't think I've had you in for an exam in a while."

"Oh, that's all going great, Doctor," she replied, "I'm due any day now!"

"Really?" The Doctor seemed surprised and a bit worried, "I really should examine you, it's a good thing you stopped by!"

"Oh, no," Kes held out a hand – she didn't want him knowing the nature of her bizarre pregnancy – especially for what she was about to ask, "that's not necessary - Ensign Wildman has been volunteering as my midwife. Anyway, that's not why I'm here."

"Oh?"

"I... well, you know I'm getting married," Kes blushed a bit.

"Yes! To the Captain!" The Doctor beamed, "you must be very proud! You two will make an excellent couple. Though I must say I didn't see it coming. I thought for certain you and Neelix-"

"NO," Kes blurted out, a flash of disgust washing over her face before she could suppress it, "I mean... no, the Captain and I... have grown very close."

"I see," The Doctor relented, "well, I wish you both the best. But if you're not here for an exam, what can I help you with?"

"Doctor, of everyone on board," Kes began, "You're... well, a mentor, a friend... an advisor and... well, the closest thing I have to a father. I'd like you to give me away."

The Doctor's face lit up – he had never had anyone express such genuine, raw affection for him. He was touched. If he had been programmed to simulate tearing up, he would have. Instead he took Kes' hand gently, "Kes, it would be my absolute honor and priviledge."

Kes' smile spread from ear to ear and she leaned forward and gave The Doctor a big kiss on the cheek, "Oh, thank you, THANK YOU, Doctor! This means so much to me!"

"Of course, it's the least I can do," he smiled back.

Kes started to leave and The Doctor called after her, "what about Neelix, how does he feel about this?"

"Oh," Kes replied over her shoulder as she slipped out of Sick Bay, "he's not invited!"

The Doctor stood there in stunned silence and shook his head, shrugged and went back to admiring his reflection.

"Father Of The Bride..." he puffed up his chest and smoothed his receding hair with an air of pride.

*****

To Love, Honor and OBEY, Part III

*****

Janeway stood at the altar, an image of elegance in her tailored tux. The jacket opened at the breast to emphasize her tits just so and was short enough to show off her ass in her tight trousers. Her hair was pulled up into a formal but stylish and feminine up do. She was nervous, but didn't let it show. Why should she be?

All of her friends – her family, her Voyager family sat in the rows of chairs on the Botanical Garden's lawn. Janeway could have chosen anywhere in the known Galaxy to simulate as the venue for their wedding on the Holodeck, but she had chosen the Botanical Garden because of its significance to Kes and its new role in their life as the place they go on their walks twice a day.

Chakotay stood on the dais behind the sacred fire holding a Cherokee Wedding Vase. Janeway had thought long and hard about who should officiate the wedding. She wasn't religious herself, but as she couldn't perform her usual duty as the Captain of being the one to unite the bride and groom, she decided something more meaningful would be ideal. After all, it was a special union, to say the least. She chose Chakotay both because of his closeness with her and because she felt the ancient Native American traditions were somehow closer to the primal nature of her relationship with Kes. Chakotay had graciously agreed to be the one to unite them.

The string quartet of crewmen began to play "Here Comes The Bride" and all eyes turned to see Kes being walked down the aisle by The Doctor. The Doctor was in a tuxedo as well, but looked quite flustered. It was likely because Kes' "gown" was really the slutty white bridal undergarments she wore that first night Janeway had fucked her with her new chingador doggy dick. The corset left her perky, pierced breasts exposed, nipples hard and pointed straight out. She wore lacy long white gloves that went all the way up to her shoulders, which matched the lacy long white stockings that went right up to her buttocks but stopped there to keep her bare ass and hairless pierced pussy exposed. A large black dildo plugged her asshole, spreading her cheeks obscenely, a long white lace train hanging from it and dragging behind her. Her long blonde hair was worn down, but had daisies woven into it. Her powder blue lace choker stood out as a splash of color amongst the pure white. Her wrists were bound before her in black leather cuffs. Tied through the cuffs' metal rings was a red rope, which The Doctor was holding, if reluctantly.

Kes was the picture of beauty and innocence while at the same time an incredibly sexually provocative image of decadence and perversity. Exactly everything Janeway loved about her.

When they reached the altar, The Doctor awkwardly handed Kes' rope to Janeway and scrambled over to his seat, trying to hide his embarrassment.

The string quartet ended their song and Chakotay spoke.

"Gathered friends and family. Today we come together to bear witness to the joining of these two lovers, whose spirits have found each other in the unlikeliest of places and have intertwined and become inseparable. In the old traditions of my people, we have chosen the ceremony of the Seven Steps," he turned to Janeway, "The groom will begin."

Janeway and Kes nodded and approached the circular fire. They simultaneously each took one step and Janeway spoke a vow, "O my beloved, our love has become firm by your walking one with me. Together we will share the responsibilities of the lodge, food and children," Janeway thought of her great lodge, Voyager, and the family she had made since being stranded in the Delta Quadrant. While the incident that predicated the voyage was an accident and a tragedy, meeting Kes and bonding with her crew these past years has made it a blessing, "May the Creator bless noble children to share. May they live long."

Kes responded with her first vow, "This is my commitment to you, my Mistress. Together we will share the responsibility of the home, food and children. I promise that I shall discharge all my share of the responsibilities for the welfare of the family and the children," Kes thought of the growing litter inside her that she was about to birth and her pussy got wet at the sheer kinkiness of her devotion to this amazing woman before her.

They each took another step.

Janeway spoke, "O my beloved, I will love you and you alone as my wife. I will fill you with strength and love: this is my commitment and my pledge to you. May the Creator protect the lodge and children."

Kes responded, "My Mistress, at all times I shall be filled by your love and strength," Kes could not help but think of Janeway's "strength" as her hard, oversized chingador cock... And the "love" that would be filling her was Janeway's chingador jizz... " n your happiness I shall rejoice. May the Creator bless you and our honorable lodge."

A third step and Janeway spoke, "O my beloved, as you walk with me in life, our fortunes and prosperity will grow. May the Creator bless us. May we train our children well and may they grow strong."

Kes wondered how exactly you train chingador puppies, "My Mistress, I love you with single-minded devotion as my Mistress. I will treat all others as my brothers and sisters. My devotion to you is pure and you are my joy. This is my commitment and pledge to you."

A fourth step, then Janeway spoke: "O my beloved, it is a great blessing that you have walked with me. May the Creator bless you. You have brought love and passion into my life." It was true. Before Kes, Janeway had never really enjoyed sex particularly. And before Kes she never felt the depth of passion she felt presently.

"O my Mistress, in all acts of devotion, in total obedience to you, in every form of your enjoyment, and in those divine acts such as sacrifice, worship and submission, I promise you that I shall obey and I will always be yours." Kes spoke the words of submission and devotion with complete and total earnestness. She meant every single word of it. She would be completely devoted to this dominant woman for the rest of her days.

Kes' last vow caused some muttering amongst the assembled crew who were not yet aware of Kes and Janeway's dominant/submissive relationship, including The Doctor who was simply flabbergasted. Many had just assumed that Kes was a but of a whore, dressing in such revealing and kinky styles.

On the fifth step "O my beloved, may the Creator bless us with many offspring. May the Creator bless us with fertility and make us fruitful."

Kes smiled as she knew this blessing had already come true with the 8 chingador puppies gestating inside of her, "O my Mistress, I pray for our fruitfulness and fertility and I will bear you a great many offspring, as many as The Creator and my Mistress desires."

Janeway smiled at this, her chingador cock stiffening in her tight trousers, causing a quite visible bulge.

A sixth step, then Janeway spoke: "O my beloved, you have filled my heart with happiness. May I fill your heart with great joy and peace, and your womb with life, time and time again. I will join with you and fill you as often as the Creator wishes of us for us to be fruitful. May the Creator bless us and our unions."

"My Mistress, the Creator blesses our every union. May I fill your heart with great joy and peace as you fill me with your potency and life. I promise that I will always be yours." Kes was really getting turned on, now, flushing at all this talk of being filled...

Janeway and Kes then took the seventh, and final, step...

Janeway reached out and took Kes' hands, untying the red rope. Then she spun Kes around and pulled the young Ocampan's arms behind her back, bent such that Kes could grab her opposite elbow with each hand. The position made Kes arch her back, displaying her perky pierced tits to the wedding attendants shamelessly. Janeway laced the red rope through the cuff rings expertly, tightening it firmly to ensure Kes had no wiggle room.

This caused more murmuring in the room. Many were wondering what kind of weird Native American wedding ritual this was that it involved tying up the bride!

Janeway turned Kes back around and continued, "O my beloved slave, as you have walked the seven steps with me, our love and union have become inseparable and firm. We have experienced spiritual union in the Creator and bodily union in our lodge. Now you have become completely mine. May our marriage last forever."

Kes smiled through tears of joy, "My Mistress. By the law of the Creator, and the spirits of our honorable ancestors, I have become your wife, your lover, your slave, yours entirely. Whatever promises I gave you I have spoken them with a pure heart. All the spirits are witnesses to this fact. I shall never disobey you, nor will I disappoint you. I shall love and cherish you forever."

Everyone clapped, tears running down cheeks, sniffles abound and handkerchiefs being deployed.

Chakotay raised his hands and quieted the audience, "Let it be known by all that these two spirits are now joined forever in a union of love and passion. Let nothing tear asunder what The Creator has blessed. You may now exchange your gifts."

Janeway reached into her pocket first and produced a black collar with silver spikes. Kes bowed so that Janeway could put it on her. Janeway clasped it around the Ocampan's delicate neck and Kes straightened back up. From a silver loop on the front of the collar hung a black metal padlock engraved with a silver paw and ornate silver writing that spelled "BITCH". The key was still in it.

Kes then looked over at Samantha Wildman, her maid of honor. The two had become close friends and confidantes in their maternity sessions, Kes detailing all of her kinky escapades to Samantha, and Samantha listening without judgement... in fact encouraging Kes. (Samantha got something out of the relationship as well - endless frigging material for fantasizing about at night... Sometimes she wished she were in Kes' place! Not that she wanted to be a slave... But to be fucked like an animal... BY an animal... the fantasies awakened something in the lieutennant that she had never suspected dwelt inside her.)

Samantha took her cue (Kes could not give the gift herself, being helplessly bound) and the tall blonde produced a long silver chain leash. She unlocked the padlock, slipped the fastener at the end of the leash into the padlock, then locked it and handed both the key and leash handle to Janeway, curtsying as she did so.

Janeway accepted the leash and key and put the key in her breast pocket.

The gasps and muttering had reached a new peak, but Chakotay spoke again, silencing them, "In the presence of The Creator and the spirits of our ancestors, I now pronounce you husband and wife, Mistress and slave," he turned to Janeway who met his gaze, "You may now kiss the bride."

Janeway smiled and turned back to Kes. She yanked hard on the leash, pulling the Ocampan girl to her and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back roughly. She devoured the girl's mouth, shoving her tongue down her throat and tongue-fucking her mouth with wild abandon. Kes moaned and squirmed in Janeway's forceful embrace.

Abruptly, Janeway pulled Kes' head away, her mouth still gaping and dripping with their shared spit. She simultaneously forced the pretty bride to her knees and unzipped her skintight trousers. When she pulled out her oversized dog cock, loud gasps and cries of shock came from the audience and a few attendees straight up fainted!

"Good God!" The Doctor exclaimed. He turned to Samantha who was grinning broadly, holding a bunch of flowers, "Did you know about this?!" he asked her in astonishment. The Doctor tried to imagine what kind of bizarre transporter accident might have transformed the Captain in such an obscene manner.

Samantha simply grinned and shrugged innocently, not taking her eyes off the show before her. She held Pinganto's collar in one hand. The now fully-grown and rather large chingaor sat on the wedding platform beside her, panting and tail wagging, excited to see his Mistress and his bitch together on the altar.

Janeway held Kes' head back, keeping her mouth open and gaping and proceeded to slide the entire length of her erect dog penis down the kneeling girl's spit-slicked throat. When she bottomed out, she began pumping in and out of the smaller woman's mouth, pulling her leash tight as she face-fucked her in front of everyone.

All the guests were aghast at the spectacle before them, but all were transfixed as well and none got up to leave.

Janeway's tempo increased and she was fucking Kes' mouth with greater and greater force and ferocity. She knelt over the abused bride's bent-back head to get more leverage and really slammed into her, making her throat bulge obscenely with each powerful thrust. Kes gagged and choked but made no move to resist. She simply knelt there on her knees obediently, arms bound behind her back, and took every bit of the oral punishment her Mistress dealt her.

Before long, Janeway began to groan and grunt and with a final, powerful heave of her hips, she buried her entire dog dick in the girl's throat and mouth and screamed as the base of her massive dog cock flared into a swollen bulb – Janeway knotted in Kes' mouth and was stuck there as she came explosively, shooting her thick chingador jizz directly into the girl's belly.

Now the audience was openly swearing and freaking out. Some incredibly shocked, some disgusted, some uncontrollably horny as they started masturbating or reaching into the crotch of the person next to them. Couples were kissing and fondling each other and some complete strangers began to stroke or suck each other off.

Janeway jerked and pumped and grunted and groaned as she shot wad after wad of potent alien dog jizz into her newlywed bride's gullet. She could feel Kes' esophageal muscles contracting around her cock, her cheeks sucking in around her knot – Kes was eagerly milking the hot animal cum out of her and Janeway was cumming like she had never cum before! It felt like a river of jizz was spewing from her balls into her slave bitch's stomach.

When Janeway finally finished and had the presence of mind to open her eyes and look around, the room had descended into the picture of a Roman orgy. Bodies in various stages of undress were sprawled all over the lawn. Bodies were intertwined in a sea of contiguous fucking. Hands in pussies, cocks in asses, mouths on every imaginable body part, it was a veritable bacchanalia of depravity.

Only The Doctor still sat on his chair, in a state of perpetual shock.

"How.. when.. who...?" He stammered incoherently.

Janeway's knot had receded just enough that she could dislodge herself from her bride-slave's bulging cheeks with a bit of force and her cock popped out. To her surprise, it was still leaking spurts of dog jizz, so she let its red swollen tip sit on Kes' tongue, the girl's worn-out jaw leaving her mouth gaping open and her tongue hanging out. The last few thick gobs of chingador jizz ran down Kes's tongue and pooled at the back of her mouth.

"Swallow, bitch," Janeway ordered and Kes obeyed without hesitation, "Good girl." Janeway let Kes' leash go and the girl fell forward on her face, exhausted from the savage throat-fucking and mouth-knotting she'd just endured in front of the entire ship. Janeway, spent, stepped back and leaned against the ledge of a planter, not bothering to stow her heavy, flaccid, wet dock cock. Chakotay joined her.

"It was a beautiful ceremony, Chakotay, thank you," Janeway sighed.

"You do know how to put on a show, Captain," Chakotay shook his head.

Just then, Pinganto (who had slipped Samantha's grip as she joined in the orgy) ran up to the altar. He recognized Kes' face-down/ass-up posture as the mounting posture. Pinganto grabbed the bride's anal plug's train in his teeth, yanked it out forcefully and quickly mounted the helpless girl right there on the altar, each of his rigid dog pricks finding a home in her two exposed holes. Kes flushed red in embarrassment but moaned in pleasure as both her pussy and her asshole were filled to capacity simultaneously. Pinganto pinned her shoulders down with his large, powerful paws and pistoned in and out of her with the wild abandon of the animal he was, riding her like a common bitch (which she was, too).

As Kes experienced her first of many orgasms she would have that day (and the reception hadn't even started yet!) on the very altar she had just been wedded on - an orgasm given to her by a double-dicked alien animal that was slobbering all over her back - she felt an overwhelming wave of pure love and euphoria wash over her entire body – a rapturous bliss warming her from her core to every nerve ending. This was her life, now and forever. And she wept tears of joy as Pinganto simultaneously knotted in her ass and cunt, flooding them both with his potent dog seed.




Voyager Uncensored Ch. 08



Janeway wiped away a tear from her cheek, "Beautiful. Simply beautiful."

To Be Continued...