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Greetings. My name is The Scene-Stealer and I am here to present to you a series of tales from the realms of popular fiction, in particular television and movies.

I inhabit the dark realms within these universes, and it is here I see the things that weren't shown, the things that might have happened and the things that should have happened.

I present these tales of dark pleasures to you the readers who deserve to know the entire story.

Did you ever wonder what could happen if the situation was changed in one of your favourite films or television shows?

I am here to present the answer to you. If you have a situation that you would like to see exposed, then inform me and I shall do my utmost to find out the real truth for you.

This is a tale of the Candyman, a fictional figure who can jump in and out of any storyline, into any tv show, movie or comic book universe and interact with the characters, creating his own story.

Today's story takes the Candyman to the Star Trek: The Next Generation TV show.

Candyman 2: Star Trek The Next Generation - Pussy Assimilation

By The Scene Stealer

Prologue

Paul was watching TV, idly channel surfing in the hopes of finding something he'd like to do in the land of fiction as the Candyman.

He pressed the button, going from sitcoms to soap operas and back again. Daytime TV wasn't the most interesting, but he knew he'd find something that would take his fancy. He clicked the channel button again and then stopped, he sat upright in his seat and stared.

"I am Locutus of Borg, resistance is futile."

Paul wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of it before, he loved Star Trek, his mind began racing evilly, and a moment later he vanished from his couch.

Chapter 1

Picard was stunned by a falling piece of the bridge ceiling as it bounced off his head; he fell to the floor, bloody and bruised. Riker immediately leapt over to check him.

"Medical officer to the bridge," he yelled into the comms system.

"Data can you track that Borg Cube?"

"No sir, it is moving too rapidly and our systems have been damaged."

"Mister Crusher, can you plot an escape vector?"

"I'll try sir," Wesley looked down at the screen and quickly began to calculate escape routes past the Cube.

The turbolift doors behind them hissed open and Doctor Crusher ran onto the bridge.

"Check the Captain," Riker yelled across the room at her. The ship was hit again by an energy blast which tossed them around like rag dolls.

"Shields down to 20%," reported Data.

Doctor Crusher instructed the medical staff to remove the Captain and take him to sickbay.

"We're getting killed out here, where's that escape vector Mister Crusher!"

"I don't have one... but I have an idea sir."

"Do it!"

Wesley quickly plotted his course into the helm and the ship took off, running straight for the nearby moon of Vega-Tymon Seven. The ship used the dense gravity of the moon and was able to increase speed using its gravitational pull. Wesley turned the ship at the last moment, putting the Enterprise into a very fast orbit of the moon. The decreasing orbit made the ship faster as it was still being pulled down, and after a few orbits of the planet at maximum warp, they changed course and shot away from the moon, and even with the drag of its gravity they were still going faster than their engines could normally take them. Everyone on board felt the g-force pull on them as the ship struggled to compensate in its damaged state.

"The Borg are maintaining a pursuit course, but they are now some way back. They should catch us in two hours," Data looked back at Riker in concern.

"Well done Mister Crusher. Alright people we have two hours to try and get ready to defend ourselves!"

The comms system suddenly chirped into life. "Bridge this is Doctor Crusher," she sounded panicked.

"What is it Doctor?"

"The Captain has vanished; he was transported from the sick bay, right from under our noses."

"So that means he's back with the Borg again, damn."

On a previous mission Picard had been captured by the Borg and had been assimilated into their collective. He became Locutus of Borg, and had helped them on their path of destruction across the Federation. The Enterprise crew had managed to rescue him and remove the implants, returning him to his normal state of humanity.

Riker was worried, he was unsure if Picard's mind and soul could return a second time, and what would the Borg have in store for them now.

Picard stared trancelike at the wall in front of him. The machines around him were quickly doing their work, his uniform had been sliced off and the machine was now replacing body parts with mechanical equivalents or upgrades. A connection was drilled into the base of his skull, allowing a tendril-like link to slither into his head, attaching its tentacles into his spine, leaving an outlet port on the back of his neck. He could now be connected to the collective physically if required.

They were already inside his mind, and he found himself swimming in a very large pool, a tiny lone voice crying out in the cacophony of noise, all those minds shouting information. A calming voice soothingly overran them all. "Welcome home Locutus. We will not lose you again."

He sat up, a red laser light attached to the equipment on his face, his skin was a deathly grey colour, and his eyes were lifeless, he was Borg. He was Locutus again.

Chapter 2

Data was walking down a corridor, his shift was over and Riker had ordered him to leave the bridge for a break. He did not actually need rest, but it was protocol. All around him the crew were very tense, some of them had been on board the last time they had encountered the Borg, and others had only heard the whispered horror stories of what would happen to them if they were captured.

He saw two younger crewmen walking down the corridor towards him, a young blonde woman and a dark skinned man. Both appeared to be humans, and they both looked terrified.

The blonde looked up and saw him, immediately she straightened up, recognising his higher rank.

"Pardon me sir?" she ventured hesitantly.

"Yes Crewman Thomas?" Data recognised her immediately as he was familiar will the entire ship's crew compliment, he updated his files regularly.

"I am concerned about the Borg; I don't want to be assimilated."

"Do not worry. Commander Riker has everything under control. We will rescue the Captain and defeat the Borg cube."

She looked a little bit happier, but was not totally convinced. She nodded and started to walk away with her colleague.

"I believe you should be on duty in engineering in two minutes."

"Correct sir, on my way there right now," they increased their pace and hurriedly turned the corner, leaving Data standing alone in an empty corridor.

Data could hear the soft hum of the ship, some older officers had told him it was like the ship was alive, and you could hear her breathing.

Data understood the comparison, but had never grasped why humans felt the need to find similarity between inanimate objects and life forms.

"Data!"

Commander Data dropped to the floor, a surge of energy was overwhelming his mind, and he could hear the Captain's voice crying out to him. He had also worked with the Borg at one point and had experienced their collective. He imagined this previous link was he was able to tune in to the Collective now.

"They're coming Data... leave me."

Data managed to stand, took a few steps and then lurched forwards, the doors in front of him opened and he fell inside. The doors closed behind him and he lay unconscious on the Holodeck floor, twitching like a dying fish out of water. The room had not been activated and remained a black lifeless cube of a room, devoid of everything except the shiny black walls and yellow grid lines marking out the floor space.

Data's eyes suddenly snapped open, he stared up at the black ceiling above him and his mouth opened. Like a loudspeaker, words began to emanate from his mouth, words not his own.

"We are the Borg. Resistance is futile," it was Paul's voice, and he ended with a maniacal chuckle.

A second later the room reacted to some unspoken command and became an exact replica of the corridor outside, and then a tentacle-like strand of yellow-hued energy flowed out of the wall controls near the door and connected to the access port on Data's head which had just flipped open by itself. Immediately the Borg's computer virus began to transmit itself into the Enterprise computer, soon the Enterprise would be under Borg control, and the crew would have no idea that they were there. The crew of the Enterprise were already doomed.

At the same moment, the Borg cube slowed down, maintaining their distance away from the Enterprise.

Locutus and the new Borg King watched the gleaming white hull of the Enterprise tyring to run from them.

"They will attempt to fight," stated Locutus simply.

"I know, and that will make their loss all the more entertaining," Paul turned and sat down in the throne-like chair which had been constructed in what passed for the bridge of the cube.

Paul was now the Borg King, having replaced the Queen. She was here somewhere, ready to do as instructed by him. He had assimilated her, and boy had he enjoyed that! She didn't know what had hit her. Paul appeared amongst the Borg and immediately confined her mind to the body she was in, he enjoyed watching as she futilely attempted to escape back into the collective, but she could not. As her mind reeled from the impossibility of this, trying to comprehend what was going on, he unveiled his newly Borgized cock to her, metallic implants contrasting with his Borg-grey skin. Immediately her Borg coverings simply melted away to expose her naked grey arse cheeks, then he bent her over, and as she grabbed hold of her legs to balance herself, he grabbed hold of her hips lined his cock missile up with her grey puckered opening and gave her arsehole a reaming like she'd never had before. After introducing her to the world of anal sex for a few minutes, he then threw her down onto all fours and then he slammed his cock into her grey, Borg cunt and watched as her head snapped back in pleasure, her almost snakelike tongue curled up into the air as she drank in the overwhelming sensations he was flooding her mind with. After a few more slams into her very underused pussy, he filled her womb with his hot semen, and he decided that she was now going to be pregnant with the Borg Prince.

"If I'm going to be the King, I have to consummate the marriage to the Queen don't I boys," he looked to the nearby Borg drones who stood lifelessly watching their Queen's impregnation.

"Exactly," he grinned. "Now for a wardrobe change for you."

Paul waved his hand like a magician, and her outfit rippled like a heat haze and reconfigured. Her grey pointy little breasts were now exposed to the air, her nipples erect from the cool air and her arousal. Her arse was bare except for a couple of straps of metal hugging the outside of her cheeks like a jockstrap or suspender straps, leaving her arsehole accessible for future use. Her new thong was simply a series of straps with no fabric to cover her naked flesh, framing her grey pussy, which was totally devoid of hair, like the rest of her body. He could see the remnants of his come starting to leak out of her, and he grinned. He clapped his hands together and two of the nearby Borg sprang to life.

"Take her to the Birthing suite and leave her there until she gives birth to my child. Inform me when that happens," and she was escorted without resistance away from his sight. He had not seen her again, and knew she was patiently waiting for his son's birth day..

Paul was in charge now, and was wearing a few more Borg additions to blend in, but his mind was totally his own, and the entire collective listened to him. He could reach out through it and see any and all of its members, no matter where they were in the universe, and now they would all do his bidding. He was the collective.

"Stand down Locutus," instructed Paul, pointing to the alcove in the wall nearby. Locutus walked over and lay back into the alcove, quickly he was connected into the ship.

"Stand down all non-essential personnel," he commanded and the ship quickly went to a skeleton crew. The rest were waiting for a reason to activate.

"We have some time before we go in, I want to toy with them a little bit first."

Paul looked around the bridge, which was now deathly quiet, not a single Borg was out of place.

"Well this place is dull, where's Evette and Sasha?"

Suddenly alongside him his two Henchgirls appeared, still wearing their maid outfits from Paul's previous adventure.

"Hi Boss," said Sasha with a wicked grin. "You're looking hot!" she said admiring the new muscular physique he had cooked up for himself this time.

"At last, I have someone to talk to. These guys are so dull."

Sasha and Evette looked around at the 'sleeping' Borg crew, and then noticed the view screen showing the image of the Enterprise trying to flee.

"Wow, what's that," asked Evette in wonder.

"Hang on, time to give you the storyline for this one," Paul placed his finger to his temple and watched as the two women froze in place. Their eyes moved rapidly from left to right as though they were reading a story very quickly, and then a moment later they relaxed, and looked around again.

"So what are we going to do to them Boss?"

"Can I play with that android, Data?" asked Sasha, licking her lips. "I hear he's fully functional, and programmed in multiple techniques."

"Naughty Sasha, down girl," Paul slapped her lightly on the hand. "Mister Data already has more than enough to do without fighting off my horny little Borgettes."

Paul looked at the maid uniforms and decided he'd better do something about that too.

"Time to update the outfits girls," he pressed his finger to his forehead again.

"Can I have something in red," asked Sasha just as her maid's outfit vanished, leaving her naked, along with Evette.

"Quiet Sasha, can't you see the master is working," scolded Evette.

The two women suddenly had metal bikinis appear on their bodies, wrist gauntlets then appeared, followed by metal combat-style boots. Little metal crescent shaped pieces appeared on their foreheads, Evette's over the left eye, Sasha's over the right eye.

"Cool boss," Sasha started playing with her new toys. There was some kind of targeting scope that would emerge from the face piece and lower down in front of her eye; there was also a laser for pinpoint accuracy. The red light of the laser played across any surface she looked at. She raised her right arm and from the gauntlet a metal tube appeared, she could feel a build up in the gauntlet, and then a second later with a loud crack of energy, a shot fired from the gauntlet tube. It blasted a hole in the wall she had it pointed at, and she stood back in awe.

"Wow!"

"Be more careful Sasha or Master will have to discipline you," Evette grabbed Sasha's outstretched arm and yanked in downwards to point the weapon at the floor.

"Sorry Master," said Sasha, poking her bottom lip out like a naughty child. "Do I need a spanking?" she turned and bent forwards slightly, pointing her metal covered arse at Paul.

Paul thought for a second and suddenly the nearby Borg all sprang into action and began repairing the damage she had caused. He returned his attention to his naughty girls.

"Why yes, yes I think you do. Six of the best over my knee, we'll show these Borg how real discipline should be carried out."

With a squeal of delight Sasha ran forwards and quickly threw herself over his lap, while struggling to pull her metal panties down to expose her plump arse cheeks.

"Ok Sasha, you know how it works, count each slap out loud..."

"Jordi, can we get anything more out of the engines?" Riker looked upwards as though the Chief Engineer was in the speaker above him.

"No Commander, we're pushing them to the limits now. If we keep up this pace we're going to burn them out. I'd say we have another hour at most before we have to drop down to normal warp speeds."

"Where is that Borg ship now?" he turned his attention to the helmsman.

"Sir it's holding steady, 300 000 kilometres behind us."

"Too close for my liking," Riker looked around in frustration. Deanna Troi was seated alongside him, looking calm. Riker knew her too well to believe that she was unaffected, but hoped she could offer something.

"Can you sense anything Deanna?"

She seemed to struggle for a moment, and then her head snapped back like she'd been slapped in the face.

"I can barely sense the Captain, but there are others there and I can sense them very strongly. Something new is happening on that Cube, Will."

Immediately thereafter a light snapped on in the front of the Cube, bathing the Enterprise in an unearthly blue glow. The ship began to crackle on and off with blue energy, the ship's power went up and down, systems restarted, and the lighting was replaced momentarily with the blue light beam. The ship was held in space, frozen in the moment. The view screen changed before them, and the interior of the Borg Cube appeared on the screen.

Picard stood before them, fully returned to his Locutus state.

"I am Locutus of Borg. I speak for the Collective."

All the crew heard it; the voice was on every speaker, resonated from every girder and catwalk, and played inside everyone's head.

"What does the Collective want Captain?" yelled Riker.

 "Picard is here no longer, only Locutus remains. The collective will assimilate the crew and vessel NCC 1701D, designated Enterprise."

"Fight them Captain, you returned from the Collective previously, you can do it again!" yelled Deanna as she jumped to her feet alongside Riker.

"Ahh the lovely Ms Troi," the focus of the screen moved to point at the command chair behind Picard.

"I am the Borg, and we will assimilate you," stated Paul, having added the necessary Borg sound effects to his voice. "I might assimilate you... personally," he said with a lustful grin and licked his lips.

Riker and Troi took in the sight of this new threat, and looked at each other in disbelief. The Borg leader before them was a muscular looking humanoid. He had Borg implants over his neck and shoulders, apparently running up behind his head protecting his neck from behind, and unusually for a Borg, it was purple in colour. His muscular arms were bare and on each he wore a wrist gauntlet, leaving his hands bare. His chest was covered in a light singlet top, green in colour, pulled tightly over his large pectoral muscles, and they could just make out a metallic pair of briefs with a metal codpiece covering his groin. On either side of his chair stood one of a pair of female Borg, dressed similarly to him, however their skin was bare and uncovered between their metal Borg implants, and unlike Locutus, the two of them were not deathly grey, their skin still retained its normal hue. They stood staring at the screen, their eyes boring into the Enterprise crew.

Troi thought she could sense emotion from them, every now and then like a brief flash of light, she could sense strong emotions. If she didn't know better she would have sworn it was lust.

Troi wasn't sure but she thought the woman with the dark hair was smiling at them too.

"Identify yourself," requested Riker.

"I am the Borg, the Borg King if you prefer," he indicated his throne and outfit with a flourish.

This was new, they had not encountered a Borg with any kind of designated rank before.

"We demand you return our Captain to us."

"Locutus is here where he belongs. He is sharing valuable information with us... Commander Riker."

It always unnerved them when the Borg used their names; it was almost unnatural to hear it coming out of their soulless mouths.

"Locutus will return to oversee conversion of that vessel into Borg Cube designated 12643-Beta. Cease your futile attempt to flee and prepare to be converted to Borg drones."

"Like hell," Riker gave the signal to cut the comms and a moment later the Borg King vanished from the screen.

The blue light snapped off and both ships resumed their courses.

"Fire one torpedo now," commanded Riker.

A moment later a single photon torpedo sailed out of the torpedo bay of the Enterprise and rocketed towards the Cube.

Riker watched intently as the torpedo collided with the Cube and then nothing happened, the energy was simply absorbed, and the Cube continued onwards.

"Oh well, worth a shot," Riker looked over at Troi with a slight grin. "We've all been here for hours, time to get some rest. Alert me the instant that vessel does anything other than remain at that exact distance. You have the Conn."

The helmsman nodded, and watched as Riker and Troi left the bridge, moving to sit in the centre seat.

"I won't be able to sleep Will, what happens when they catch us?" asked Troi as the two of them shared the turbolift.

"We have to get some rest before our next shift. Wesley, Worf and Data left hours ago and are getting some down time. You need to sleep, and I'm about to round up Doctor Crusher and send her home too." The doors slid open on Troi's deck and he gave her a slight shove out of the door. "Get to bed, that's an order."

He watched her give him a grin and a mock salute as the doors closed. Now he just had to go and send Doctor Crusher on her way, he needed her to be at the top of her game when the Borg come calling.

Paul watched as the torpedo raced towards them, laughing as it hit the vessel and was absorbed into the ship, boosting their power reserves.

"Well I think that went well. I'd say we've rattled his cage Locutus."

Locutus simply nodded, and stood there waiting for further instruction.

Paul shook his head in mock disbelief and pointed at the alcove again; Locutus took the direction and returned to his 'room'.

"Are you going to play with Counsellor Troi, Boss? She looks pretty."

"Yes Sasha, I think we will. Evette please take Sasha and get me a sandwich or something, it's hungry work running a Collective you know."

Evette nodded and the two of them wandered off to try and find something that resembled a kitchen.

Chapter 2

The doors to the Holodeck were locked shut and the computer informed anyone who tried to enter that this deck was down for maintenance, and to try another.

Data still lay immobile on the ground, being used as a conduit between the Borg and the Enterprise computer. His own processes were being held in a sleep mode so he could not reboot himself and regain control of his body.

Paul sat in his chair, using the Enterprise's scanners to track the crew he was interested in. Troi and Doctor Crusher were his main targets, and he could see that after being dismissed from duty they had eventually returned to their rooms and retired to bed. The screen before him had one of them on each side of the screen and he had the ship's medical scanners monitoring their vitals, waiting for them to fall asleep.

The instant they did, he used the Enterprise's transporters to move them from their bed, into the equivalent of their beds on the Holodeck version of the Enterprise. They were unaware that anything had happened, and from now on, everyone they encountered would be a hologram version of their shipmates.

A second later his pair of Borgettes charged into the room carrying a plate of sandwiches.

"We found this cool machine that can create anything we asked for," announced Sasha.

"Yes Master, so knowing your liking for it, I ordered you a chicken, lettuce and mayonnaise sandwich," Evette held the plate up and handed it to him.

"Thank you Evette, my sweet," he ran his finger almost lovingly along her cheek. "I know there's more though, Sasha, what did you get?" he grinned expecting something from left field.

She held up a large strap-on dildo. "It's for later," she whispered, winking and pointing her eyes at Evette to indicate who would be on the receiving end of it.

"Well make sure you let me know when so I can watch," whispered Paul conspiratorially to her, and patted her gently on the top of her head like a proud father.

"Sure thing Boss," she grinned happily, and decided to put it on to wear as part of her outfit.

Paul looked at the rubber dildo, and shook his head. "We can't have that, it ruins the look," and a moment later the strap on suddenly became metallic and was now attached to her metal panties.

"Oh cool! And you said he wouldn't like it," she slapped Evette on the arm in reprimand.

"Enough girls, time to play with our Starfleet toys."

Sasha and Evette bounded excitedly over to the chair and sat down on the large armrests on either side, happily watching the screen.

"Bring us some popcorn Locutus," yelled Paul.

The red alert siren awaked Troi suddenly; she leapt from her bed and quickly pulled on her uniform. A moment later she ran out into the chaos of the corridor. Crew were running to their stations, going in every direction. She headed for the turbolift to get to the bridge.

The lift hissed open and she got in, and was then whisked away.

Doctor Crusher also heard the alarm and leapt up from where she had been sleeping. She was still wearing her uniform, ready to tackle anything that happened. She was out of the room and down the corridor to sickbay in an instant.

The glass doors hissed open and she strode quickly inside.

"Status report!" she yelled at the medical crew that were getting the room ready for possible casualties.

"Only one casualty to report," a fist suddenly shot out and connected with her jaw, she fell back onto her arse, and looked up at the figure standing there.

"And it's you," hissed the older woman standing before her, in a blue scientific/medical uniform.

"Pulaski!" Beverly couldn't believe what she was seeing; Doctor Pulaski had replaced her as the ship's chief medical officer for a short period of time while she was at the academy. Then Pulaski had been displaced when Beverly had returned to the Enterprise.

A second later Pulaski followed the punch with a downward kick to Beverly's stomach. The wind was driven out of Beverly, and she curled forwards in pain.

Pulaski dropped to the floor alongside her, grabbed a handful of the Doctor's long red hair and yanked her head back.

"I've been waiting for some time to have a chat with you, you bitch!" she slammed Beverly's head backwards into the deck and jumped up quickly to give Beverly a kick to the ribs.

"Get her," instructed Pulaski to the nearby staff. Two of the male crewmembers grabbed hold of Doctor Crusher by her arms and lifted her to her feet. She was somewhat dazed, but still angry and defiant.

"What do you want?" Beverly asked, a little bit groggily.

"Do you know what you did to me? To my career!" she backhanded Beverly across her pretty cheekbone, causing an immediate red welt to appear.

"There was nowhere for me to go. Who wants the Enterprise's cast offs? Not good enough for the flag ship of the fleet, why would we want her?" Pulaski lashed out at Crusher's other cheek, snapping her head around from the force. Beverly now had a spot of blood in the corner of her mouth and a small trickle coming from her left nostril.

"It wasn't like that, I should never have left. I needed to be back with my son, my friends."

"You selfish cow," she said in her somewhat gravely voice as she gave Beverly another shot to the stomach. "I had it all and you tore it away from me without a second thought. One message to Picard and it's over, I'm out of here."

Pulaski was red with rage; she stepped back and swept her hand around the medical bay.

"This should still be mine, and I'm here to take it back."

"No I won't give in to your threats and violence; you can't just walk in and expect to have the job handed back to you."

"Why not? You did!" she slapped Beverly again. "Picard is gone now, the Borg have him. What favours did you have to offer him to get your job back eh? Going to offer your body to Riker too?" she gave Crusher's right nipple a hard pinch through her blue Starfleet top.

"Oww. What is wrong with you Doctor?" moaned Beverly.

"Shut up," she screamed at her as she gave her a hard open handed slap to the face.

Beverly's head hung down for a moment, and then she looked up defiantly.

"I won't give up on my friends that easily, they'll save the Captain and they'll save me too."

"You'd better hang on to that hope, you won't have much of it left when I'm done with you," grinned the older Doctor.

"Ohh this is getting good," Paul grabbed a handful of Popcorn, and offered some to Locutus who was standing idly by, watching the screen in silence.

"Like that Picard? One for the fans, a reference back to season 2 of the show, no one would have expected Doctor Pulaski would they?" he laughed as he slapped Locutus on the shoulder jovially.

Troi quickly exited the turbolift and made her way out onto the bridge. Looking around she saw that none of the senior command staff were there.

"Where is Commander Riker?" she asked the helmsman who currently had the command chair.

"They have gone down on an away mission," he said, as if it was perfectly normal for that to happen during a red alert.

"Where?!"

"Down there," he said pointing at the planetoid visible at the edge of the viewscreen.

"Where's the Borg cube now?"

"It's too far back now to be detected by our scanners. We received a distress signal from that planet and the Commander decided to investigate.

Deanna looked very concerned, she attempted to search out Will on the planet below but she couldn't sense him at all. This whole thing seemed very odd and unlike the Will Riker she knew.

"Something's not right, I'm going down there," she turned and jumped back into the turbolift.

"Send me to their last known position Miles," nodded Troi to Miles O'Brien, the transporter chief.

"Right you are Counsellor," Miles moved his hands over the controls and with an almost musical hum she faded away and was sent to the planet below.

Troi watched as the transporter room suddenly vanished and was replaced by an alien planet. Something about it seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't say why.

Deanna moved her tricorder around trying to get a location on her friends, and finally she received a slight signal, she ran off in their direction, hoping they were ok.

Deanna ran into a clearing and skidded to a halt, before her, suspended above a pit in mid air, by some black oily goo, was Riker, Jordi and Worf. All of them were writhing in pain, they appeared to be being wracked with surges of some sort of electrical energy coming from the goo. She looked around for something to help them with and to her horror she saw Mister Data laying in pieces on the ground nearby. She ran to him to see if he was still active, but his face was lifeless.

She turned to stand up and was met with a hard punch to the cheek, she slumped down and as she began to attempt to stand, she heard a female voice.

"Stay down," and then she was hit on the back of the head with something hard and the world went black.

Slowly Deanna opened her eyes and painfully blinked as the harsh light assaulted her sensitive eyes.

She looked around and found herself in the midst of the black goo, several feet up in the air, her friends were now gone, even Data was no longer laying on the ground.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my friend Deanna!" the words were spat out like they caused a bad taste in the speaker's mouth.

Deanna tried to turn to see whom it was that was speaking to her from behind the goo.

"Who's there," she managed to get out.

"Well that really hurts! How quickly you've forgotten," A thin, shorthaired blonde woman in a slightly older style Starfleet, tan coloured uniform stepped into view. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she grinned evilly at Deanna.

"Tasha!" Troi was stunned to see her dead friend. Suddenly it all made sense to her; this was where this creature had killed Tasha. That's why she recognised this place.

"You were dead Tasha, how...?"

"My so called friends left me here, not dead, merely paralysed. No one bothered to see if the dead body was really me or a construct made by that creature," she pointed at the black goo in disgust. "My friends left ME behind, hidden behind those rocks over there. I tried so hard to scream out, but I knew someone would realise and come back for me. But no-one came," she hung her head in sadness, staring at the ground.

Tears rolled down Deanna's cheeks as she felt the despair, the anger and the sadness emanating from Tasha Yar.

"That thing held me captive for over a year. Do you have any idea what it did to me, do you!" she screamed at Troi.

Suddenly Troi's mind was assaulted with powerful images from Yar's mind. Flashes of scenes popped up in Deanna's mind, she could feel the goo crawling over Tasha's body, penetrating her most intimate of places, teasing and tormenting her. Keeping her in a state of constant arousal for its own amusement, supping at her pussy juices and her orgasmic energy as it pushed her over the brink time and time again.

"It almost drove me insane! It did that to me again and again, until finally I was able to develop a kind of rapport with it, and then I found I could actually control it with my mind. I had become strong enough mentally, perhaps I had taken something from it too, and from that moment on, I was in charge."

Troi was sobbing; Tasha had been abused in unspeakable ways. "Oh my god, Tasha, I'm so sorry! We thought you were dead."

"I called to you Deanna, every single damn day; I called out to you with my mind! I screamed for the universe to hear me, for my friend to come and save me. But you didn't come did you? No, you were too busy making eyes at Will Riker; too busy trying to distract him with those cleavage-exposing uniforms you used to wear. Well I hope banging Riker was worth it, because now you're going to pay for abandoning me. You're all going to pay!"

"What have you done with them Tasha?" demanded Troi, suddenly realising anything could have happened to them with Yar in this state of mind.

"Oh they're safe, they're here with you," she pointed at the goo and suddenly head after head popped up through the goo, gasping for air and disgorging black mucus from their mouths and noses. Their eyes were gummed shut with goo and they probably couldn't hear yet as the goo was still slowly running out of their ears.

"Are you alright?' yelled Troi.

"Deanna?" moaned Riker hoarsely.

"I'm here Will."

"It's Tasha, she's alive and she's gone mad..."

"That's enough," Yar clicked her fingers and all signs of the other crewmembers vanished back into the goo. "They can stay in there indefinitely you know, that black muck is quite capable of keeping you alive. I should know, I was down there for days at a time," Tasha suddenly reached out to the goo mentally and moved the imprisoned woman forwards, bringing Deanna's head down near her, and gave Troi a hard slap to the face. "Oh I'm going to really enjoy this."

"It's getting good now Boss," Sasha jumped up and down excitedly like a schoolgirl.

"Like that curve ball, Picard? Didn't see that coming either, did you? There's nothing worse than an old comrade back from the dead, insane and in control of black goo tentacles. I hate it when that happens to me, don't you?" he giggled at Locutus, who still stood watching stoically.

Chapter 3

Beverly turned to see Pulaski walk back in to the room. Beverly was held down on one of the medical bunks, and could only lift her head. Pulaski walked right over to her, and tilted her head back and forth, causing her short sandy blonde curls to bounce slightly.

She was a fairly petite, slightly older woman; she had b-cup sized breasts, and was fairly thin. She was now dressed in a black PVC dominatrix outfit. It was like a black swimsuit, with a peekaboo hole over her cleavage, not that it showed much on her as there was nothing to show. She had a spiked collar around her neck, black stay up stockings and black, thigh-high, leather high-heeled boots. In her hand she carried a riding crop. Beverly had once seen all of this very antique erotic gear when she caught Wesley looking at vintage pornography from something called the Internet, popular back in the 21st century apparently.

"Like my outfit?" Pulaski asked as she spun on her heel to show off the complete look to her captive.

"Wonderful, now let me go will you?"

"Sorry Bev, you're mine," Pulaski walked forwards and grabbed hold of Beverly's c-cup sized tit, and gave it a squeeze. "All mine," she grinned evilly.

"Absolutely not!" yelled Beverly, indignantly.

"You'll be begging for it when I'm done with you Bev," Pulaski grinned and turned to walk back to a high-backed, padded arm chair that had been set up across from the bed, she sat down and picked up a glass of red wine off the table alongside the chair. She sipped it, and idly slapped the crop against her boot-covered thigh.

"Ok boys, get those scissors and get to work," Pulaski smiled at Beverly. "I'll be with you in a minute dear."

Beverly couldn't believe that both Rodriguez and Mitchell, two of her longest serving staff members, and people she thought were her friends, would be going along with Pulaski's orders.

The two men approached her holding the molecular scissors and slowly began to cut away her coat. They ran the molecular laser from the scissors up each sleeve and then down the sides, before pulling it away from her. The force field holding her in place was doing its job and she couldn't move, but they had no trouble doing to her whatever the older Doctor commanded of them.

They then cut away the sleeves of her uniform, before giving her pants legs the same treatment. They pulled off her shoes and she now lay there in almost a swimsuit version of her uniform.

"Please, stop! I order you to cease," she tried to see if they would respect her command authority. The ignored her and continued, slicing open the front of her tunic to reveal her bra underneath.

They cut the rest of her tunic away and then removed the remnants of her pants, leaving her in only her grey Starfleet standard bra and panties.  

"Please," she asked them through clenched teeth. "Don't do this."

In response they waited a second and then Rodriguez reached up and cut through the soft material of her bra straps, and then down the middle to pull it away and reveal her nice sized tits and her dark rosy red nipples and areolae.

Mitchell had also sliced through the material of her panties on either side and pulled the scrap of cloth out from between her thighs. He held it up for Pulaski to see, like a captured flag from an enemy base.

Pulaski stood up to get a better view and slowly walked around the bed, sipping her wine. She surveyed Beverly's red haired snatch, and idly ran her fingertips up Crusher's naked thigh, up over her stomach and grabbed hold of one then the other of her naked breasts.

"Very nice tits you have Bev, very nice," she gave them a wobble and then pinched both nipples a few times until they reacted and became erect.

"Lovely," she grinned down at Beverly, who had her eyes shut in response to the nipple abuse.

Troi had no idea what was going to happen next, and was surprised to feel the goo begin to roam over her body like naughty hands. She could feel her breasts being groped through her uniform, her butt was being caressed and pinched, her clit was being toyed with and her nipples were being pinched.

Like a tide ebbing and flowing over her body she could feel it beginning to work on her uniform. Her arms were held out and her top was worked up over her head, down her arms and off, to vanish into the goo. Pressing her forwards her head, shoulders and bra-encased tits were presented to Tasha who was watching with interest.

"Very nice Deanna, I can see why Will likes you," she reached out and fondled Deanna's tits almost lovingly. "So much bigger than mine, all the guys liked your's better," she cupped her own almost non existent tits through the material of her uniform and ran her hand down her thigh. She had always been tall and thin, only the rape gangs on her world took any notice of her, from then on she had been all business and apart from the odd dalliance with Mister Data, she did not have that many men who found her almost boyish physique attractive.

"Help me Tasha, I know this is not you, fight it! Regain control of your mind!"

Tasha laughed at her friend. "I am in complete control, there's no one else in here but me."

Deanna was pulled back into the goo and felt her shoes and trousers being sucked down her legs, and a moment later they were gone too. The goo then parted like a curtain to reveal her Starfleet issue, uniform panties, grey, to match the bra.

"You never did like that underwear, not at all sexy," Tasha clicked her tongue in disgust. "Better get rid of it for you."

The goo swallowed her up again and Deanna then felt the bra being forced up over her tits, over her head, up her arms and off, as her panties were worked down her thighs over her feet and away.

The goo parted again, holding her arms up and her legs spreadeagled, her naked body was now revealed to Tasha.

Tasha looked her up and down, taking in the hairless pussy, the brown nipples and incredibly flat stomach. She began spinning her finger around in the air, and the goo responded and began to rotate Troi around so that Tasha could see her arse. Tasha leant forwards and slapped Troi on the arse.

"You're taking care of yourself Deanna; you look fit, good to see."

"Please Tasha, don't do this."

Tasha laughed as the goo suddenly bent Deanna over, forcing her buttocks back towards Yar. Tasha grabbed the cheeks and spread them apart, peering at the arsehole and pussy beneath it.

"Had always wondered about you non-humans, does everything work the same and is it in the same place?" Tasha stuck her finger out and ran it up and down Deanna's slit, she hit the clitoris at the top and Deanna groaned, sliding her finger around she dipped it into Deanna's pussy, and then slowly pulled it back out. She moved her finger back a bit and then began to work it into Troi's defenceless arsehole. Troi cried out in pain, and tried to wriggle her arse away from the invading finger.

"I guess it's all pretty much the same," chuckled Yar. "Good to know."

"How does that feel Bev, enjoying it?" Pulaski asked as she let go of the second nipple clamp as it locked into place. Beverly groaned as her other nipple now had a nasty little metal clamp biting into it too. Pulaski grabbed the chain that connected the two clamps and gave it a few tugs, causing the clamps to pull against Crusher's nipples.

Pulaski then let loose with a few flicks of the riding crop, striking the tit flesh below and to the sides of the redhead's nipples. Nice red welts appeared on the meaty breasts, and Pulaski smiled happily.

"What do you think boys, look good?"

Both of her assistants nodded their appreciation, and Beverly was dumbstruck by the whole turn of events.

"Please Katherine, before you go too far, you can stop now and we'll pretend it never happened."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm having a good time here Bev."

Pulaski let fly with the crop again, striking Beverly's thighs, one and then the other, again and again.

"I think it's time for an exam boys, reconfigure the bunk."

Immediately the two men began reprogramming the bunk Crusher was laying on. The force field quickly reconfigured itself and Beverly was lifted up to waist height, hovering in mid air. Beverly could feel the force field reshaping itself, forcing her body to move in certain ways, and she was only too aware of what was to come.

Beverly rotated to an upright position as her legs were drawn up to her tits, bent at the knees. Then her legs were parted, exposing her defenceless pussy to everyone in sickbay. They had turned on the gyno program and she had been positioned for examination.

"Ok boys, start the program," grinned Pulaski as she sat back in her chair to watch the show.

Mitchell raised his hand and scrolled down the list of options until he came to the old school gyno exam, Crusher was in for the exam of her life.

"Ok Picard, you'll want to see this," grinned Paul, who couldn't wait to see what happened next. He was really enjoying this new episode of Next Generation, he had set them off on a course and was watching where they took it, and surprisingly he had to do very little to tweak their perceptions and ideas once he had changed their basic outlook on things. Pulaski had been the most difficult, she was an old school doctor like McCoy from the original show, and it had taken a bit of work rewriting her back story to get her to react in this fashion, warp her moral compass a little, but it was all going along nicely now.

"What's happening to her pussy?" asked Evette in confusion.

"Am I missing something? Too much internal monologue, quick rewind it so I can see."

Paul pressed a button on his chair and the image shunted backwards a few moments, and then he released it and the time continued going forwards again.

Paul watched as it zoomed in on Beverly's cunt as her lips suddenly spread apart of their own accord, exposing her moist, pink insides to their view.

"Cool! It's the force field, it's now acting as gyno equipment and it's opening her up," they all watched as her fuck canal spread apart and was illuminated by a warm glow, allowing them to see right up inside her to her cervix.

"That's awesome, I'll have to remember that one for another time," Paul laughed.

Beverly felt humiliated and invaded. Her pussy was being held open and manipulated by the medical equipment. This test hadn't been performed for years, it could all be done with sensors now, and even when it was performed, way back when, it was meant to be performed in private with no one watching, only the Doctor or computer recording the findings.

"Pause it there, boys," instructed Pulaski.

To her horror, Beverly felt her pussy being held open longer and longer, they had stopped the program and it was holding at this point.

"Very interesting," mused Pulaski, inserting a finger into the opening, and running it around the sides, almost tickling the walls of her pussy. She poked Beverly's cervix with the tip of her finger and watched Crusher flinch in response. "That's a nice pink cervix you have there Bev, what do you think boys?"

The guys came over and stared between Crushers legs as requested. Beverly could see their hard ons through their trousers, and was worried.

"Looks pretty good," said Rodriguez.

"Yeah, pretty fine," intoned Mitchell, staring with his gaze fixed on her wide-open pussy, with unconcealed lust in his voice.

"Steady on boys, there's all the time in the world for that later. Continue the exam."

To her relief, Beverly felt the force field pull out of her pussy, allowing it to close, and then she felt it latch onto her breasts. Her breasts suddenly began to undulate; they were moving, pressing inwards and being squashed and worked around as the program performed her breast exam. This was uncomfortable and downright embarrassing too; she could see the guys getting more and more worked up by it, and why wouldn't they? She did have a great set of tits after all.

"Ok last one Bev," grinned Pulaski.

Suddenly Beverly felt her buttocks being spread apart, and then she felt the force field press against her arsehole.

"You've got to be kidding, no one has taken a temperature like that for centuries," she yelled.

Pulaski bent down a little and watched as Beverly's arsehole suddenly spread open and Beverly groaned as the force field thermometer pressed itself into her rectum.

"We have to be sure dear; it's the only way to get the best reading."

"That's bullshit and you know it," groaned Beverly, feeling very uncomfortable with the force field up her arse.

"I'm the Doctor and this is my sick bay, and you're my patient, you have to do as I say," she grinned.

Deanna groaned in pain as the black goo tentacles forced her mouth open, shaped like a cock, it forced its way between her lips and began to fuck her mouth. She could feel her breasts being mauled and sucked on forcefully, while she felt two other tentacles fondling her pussy and her arse cheeks. Two smaller tentacles snaked up and pressed against her smooth hairless pussy, they slid around, smearing goo all over her cunt, and then pressed against her lips and spread them wide apart. A new tentacle, thicker than the others, shot out and slammed into her spread snatch. Her head snapped back as the pain of the forceful invader speared through her body, she yelled out in pain around the tentacle in her mouth and Tasha laughed at her with a light, almost pixie-like chuckle. The tentacle forced its way up inside Deanna, and then began to slowly fuck her deeply. The little tentacles let go of her lips, and then they merged together into one slightly larger tentacle. This had a cup shape on the end which then pressed itself down over her clit and began to suck, slowly in and out, teasing her further.

She felt a new tentacle wrap itself around her ankle and then slowly begin to snake its way up her leg, over her thigh and around to the base of one of her arsecheeks. It suddenly slid forwards, diving into the crevice between her cheeks, finding her defenceless arsehole; quickly it squirted some kind of white goo on her puckered opening, and then just as quickly, forced its way inside her clenched anus.

Troi was writhing in agony, every hole was being abused and every hole ached.

"Enjoying it girlfriend?" asked Tasha in a conversational tone. "I was abused like this every day for over a year. I want you to sample a small selection of my pain."

Troi could feel something in the secretions of the creature, it was like an aphrodisiac, and she was getting hornier and hornier the longer this went on. She could feel it sucking her mental energy, and like the parasite that it was, it was waiting for the big payoff, which was only found in her orgasm.

She felt needle-like teeth biting her nipples, and then she felt them on her clit too.

She wanted to cry and groan in ecstasy all at the same time, but she could do neither as the tentacle continued to abuse her mouth. Suddenly the one in her mouth pulled back and then spurt after spurt of grey spunk blasted out of it, covering her face, and oozing down over her tits. It tasted nothing like normal sperm; it had a nasty taste, tangy and tart like some kind of acid.

The tentacles in both her arse and pussy also started to react; slamming back and forth like machine guns, they then fired shot after shot of this sperm into her. She could feel her belly filling up to overflowing, and hoped it would stop before she burst.

While all of this was going on, her mind had been pushed to breaking point and she had orgasmed, hard. The black goo creature latched on to her mind and drank all the energy that her sexual release had triggered in her mind.

"Wait until you see what the baby goo balls look like. They'll only take a few hours to be born. Soon you'll have them suckling at your fat milk filled udders, like the cow that you are," Tasha walked off and vanished behind the rocks, leaving Troi hanging there as the tentacles reformed and began sliding towards her for a second round of fun.

Troi looked around in horror but she couldn't stop it. "Nooo!" she screamed uselessly.

The exam was over and Beverly was still being held in the lewd position by the force fields of the couch.

"Well done Beverly, you're healthy and everything's fine," said Pulaski reading from her chart as though she were really Beverly's doctor. "We'd better change that," she grinned.

She picked up her crop and stepped forwards alongside Beverly. She lined up her first strike and then looked at Beverly, savouring the look of absolute pain on her face as the riding crop came down and smacked hard against her clit.

"Arrgh!" she yelled. "You Bitch!"

Pulaski leaned forwards and began to massage the abused area. "Now, now that's not nice," she said and grabbed a handful of Beverly's red pubic hair and yanked it out, holding it up before her face, and grinned at her captive.

Beverly yelled again in pain.

Beverly had never experienced anything like this before; she had not been captured or subjected to sexual torture before. She remembered her training which told her she should submit to their demands unless she had some important information that needed to be withheld. But she wasn't prepared to submit just yet.

Pulaski moved over to the bed controls and adjusted something; suddenly Beverly rotated around and her head spun away from them. Beverly was now facing the bed, arse up in the air, giving them all a view of her buttocks and arsehole.

Pulaski wasted no time and began to rain down strikes on her arse with the riding crop. Welt after welt appeared on Beverly's white arsecheeks, she grunted and groaned in pain as Pulaski struck her again and again.

Throwing the crop to the ground Pulaski moved closer, she opened her hand out and began to spank Beverly on one cheek and then the other. After a few moments Beverly's backside had a rosy red glow, and she could be heard taking quiet sobs between breaths.

Pulaski rotated her back around, reaching out to wipe the tears rolling down Beverly's cheeks.

"Enjoying that?"

"Damn you! What do you want from me?"

"Ah at last, a sensible question. You're my little bitch now, I'm in charge and you'll do as I say."

"Like hell I will!"

"I hoped you'd resist further," Pulaski grinned and snapped her fingers. Rodriguez came forwards and handed her a large metal needle, and a pair of silver rings.

She held these in one hand and moved forwards to Beverly. She grabbed hold of one of the nipple clamps and yanked on it a few times, causing Beverly to grunt and groan. Then she opened the clamp and let it drop. Beverly sighed for a second, and then Pulaski leaned in and sucked the nipple into her mouth, taking long drags on it with her lips. Beverly felt the blood rushing into her nipple and then the pain really started.

Then Pulaski did the same to the other one, leaving Beverly suspended there with bright red, engorged and painful nipples.

"Do you know what these are for Bev?" asked Pulaski as she held up the rings and needle.

Beverly shook her head, but somewhere in the back of her mind she had a pretty good idea.

"I think it's time for you to get some rings, right through your nipples," she grabbed hold of one and gave it a squeeze.

"No, don't! Please don't do that."

"Well, do as I say and I'll stop."

"Please, you can't do that..."

"Don't want to be my plaything?"

"Please, I have some Latinum somewhere, take it and go. You can start afresh somewhere; maybe buy a clinic or your own medical cruiser."

"Hmm, sounds good... but no."

Pulaski stepped forwards and placed one ring on the end of the needle, lined the other sharp end up with the side of the erect nub, and started to press it through. Beverly screeched and wanted to tear herself away from her tormentor, but she was held firmly by the force field. Pulaski threaded the needle and the ring through the nipple, and clicked it together, locking it into place.

"That looks nice Bev, now for the other."

"No, please no," screamed Beverly as she felt the needle press into her other nipple. She shrieked as the needle was forced through her flesh and a moment later she had a ring locked into her second nipple.

"Lovely," Pulaski stated as she ran her fingers back and forth over Beverly's breasts. The rings moved back and forth as she did so and each movement made Beverly wince.

"Any further thoughts about my generous proposal?"

Beverly's head was down, the tears rolling down her face dripped off the end of her nose to the bed below, forming a wet patch on the sheet.

"Please no, let me go. You've had your revenge; you've made me into some sort of freak. No more..."

"Ok then Beverly, time for this then," Pulaski grinned as she held up the needle again, and another larger ring.

Beverly looked confused for a moment, and then when Pulaski reached down and grabbed the hood of her clit it all fell into place for her.

"No, dear god no, I'll do whatever you want, just don't do that," Beverly's resistance collapsed at the thought of the pain, the pain of being disfigured down there.

"That's the way Bev. So we have an agreement, you'll do anything I say, no matter what?"

"Yes, damn you! Anything you say."

"Excellent," Pulaski grinned and clapped her hands together happily.

She sat back in her chair, placed her legs over the arms of it, and quickly opened the Velcro strip that held the crotch area closed, revealing her blonde haired pussy to the redhead.

Pulaski snapped her fingers at the guys, and one of them reached out and turned off the force field, allowing Beverly to drop down on her back, onto the mattress below.

"Get you tongue over here now," instructed Pulaski as she used her hand to spread her pussy lips apart.

Beverly thought about it for a second, looked over at the guys standing alongside her, and looked back at Pulaski who was waving the clit ring around in the air at her.

"Crawl over here like the little bitch that you are, and lick me."

Beverly reluctantly slipped off the end of the bed, down onto all fours and began to crawl over to the chair.

She stopped in front of the chair; almost nose to cunt with Pulaski. She stared at it for a moment, she'd seen a woman's pussy before many times, always in a medical sense though, she had never had to eat a pussy like this.

"Enough time wasting, get licking," she grabbed hold of the redhead by the back of her head and pulled her nose-first into her wet snatch.

Beverly's mind reeled from the sensual assault of the smell of a woman's cunt. Pulaski slapped her hard across the top of the head so she gingerly stuck her tongue out and began moving it around.

"Move it up and down like it's an ice cream, you dumb slut," roared Pulaski. "Yes that's it," she said as she felt Beverly's tongue start to move up and down her lips.

"At the top, circle around my clit, and suck on the hood, then at the bottom stick your tongue inside. Then do it all again, over and over 'til I tell you to stop."

Beverly did as she was instructed and felt her tormentor rise up with tension as she took hold of her clit in her mouth. She massaged it with her tongue, and then moved her tongue back down and slid it between the pussy lips. She could taste Pulaski's juices as they were being smeared all over her face, and Pulaski grabbed hold of the back of her head and drove her head in further, moving it around to where she wanted Beverly's attention next.

Beverly lost track of time and her mouth and tongue were getting quite tired, when suddenly Pulaski's legs snapped shut around Beverly's head, holding it there like it was in a vice. Pulaski bucked her hips back and forwards, rubbing her clit up and down on Crusher's nose and face. She groaned loudly and let an intense orgasm wash over herself.

A moment later, the grip was released and Beverly sat back on her haunches, gladly taking in as much air as she could.

"Oh boys, it's your turn," Pulaski called out.

Suddenly her two assistants were at Beverly's side. They grabbed hold of Beverly and stood her up, moving her in the direction of the bed. Rodriguez stripped his pants off, revealing his Latino body; his dark, long cock was standing erect as he lay back on the bed. Mitchell was strong and muscular and he lifted the Doctor like she weighed nothing, lowering her down to face his friend. Her red-haired snatch positioned above the erect cock, and as Mitchell lowered her into place it slid up into her abused pussy.

Beverly groaned, but said nothing for fear of the clitoral piercing which awaited her if she didn't comply.

Rodriguez began to fuck her; he lifted her arse up and down with his hands, driving her onto his cock again and again. A moment later she felt Mitchell climb onto the bed behind her. The large blonde man grabbed her hips and lifted her up and down a few times to help his buddy. The he stopped her movement and pushed her forwards between the shoulder blades so that her tits were pressed into Rodriguez's uniformed chest and she was almost nose-to-nose with him.

Mitchell took hold of her butt cheeks and spread them apart enjoying the view of her arsehole and her red haired cunt sliding up and down his colleague's member as Rodriguez began to slide in and out of her himself. Then Mitchell took the lube that Pulaski helpfully handed to him and smeared it on his erect cock, opening her cheeks again he lined up his cock, allowing it to rub back and forth against the quivering opening of her arsehole.

Beverly wanted to yell at them to stop, but she knew the consequences if she did. She clenched her teeth together as she felt the fat cock slowly start to forcefully invade her near-virgin anus.

"Looking good Bev," teased Pulaski. "Big cock in your cunt, big cock in your arse, must feel real good." She grabbed hold of Beverly's chin and lifted her face to look into her eyes. Her long red hair was dishevelled and some of it stuck to the sweat on her skin. Pulaski pushed it away from her face, revealing an exhausted look from the Doctor. Beverly grunted as both men shoved their cocks in and out of her, Pulaski loved watching her face as she strained to hold herself up above the man underneath her. Pulaski leant down and locked lips with her new red-haired toy. She sucked the fat bottom lip into her mouth and grabbed hold of it with her teeth; she held it gently and then let go, driving her tongue into Beverly's open mouth.

She sat back smiling, Beverly looked disgusted, and she grinned back at the redhead.

"Enjoying that double penetration you're getting? Bet you haven't had one of those since your dead hubby and Picard used to tag team you, have you?"

Beverly said nothing, but turned red with anger.

Pulaski slapped her face. "Answer me!"

"No I haven't had one since," she spat out at Pulaski, going along with whatever sick fantasies the woman had dreamt up.

"Thought not," said Pulaski idly as she wandered back to her chair to watch.

Mitchell was slapping Beverly's arse as he pounded her back door, while Rodriguez was mashing her tits in his hands as they swung back and forth in his face. He enjoyed seeing her flinch each time he did anything with her slightly bloodied nipple rings, and he was almost there from all the sensations her cunt was giving him.

Mitchell groaned loudly as he pulled her hips back to his groin, holding her in place as he flooded her arse with his come. He slammed it into her a few more times and then his cock slid out with a wet snap as her arsehole closed tightly behind it.

Mitchell sat back on his arse, panting with pleasure, as his wet cock slowly deflated against his thigh. He watched as Rodriguez's cock continued to work in and out of her snatch. Her wet lips gripping the shaft as it slid out of her, they dragged along the flesh of his hard pole, and then as it slammed back in, it forced them to spread apart and allow his invading rod to slide inside her again.

"Oh hurry up you two, I have plenty more in store for Bev," said Pulaski as she moved alongside them with her riding crop in hand. "Hurry up and get him off, slut. Work that cock harder!" she slapped the riding crop down hard on Beverly's exposed butt cheeks.

Beverly gave a squeak of pain and shoved her hips downwards to get away from the crop.

"So that's how you want it?" said Pulaski as she waited for the hips to lift up and then slapped her arse again causing Beverly to quickly slam her hips downwards again.

Rodriguez couldn't believe it, suddenly Doctor Crusher was slamming her snatch down onto his cock, she was riding him like a mad thing and he knew he couldn't last much longer.

Pulaski whipped her with the crop again and she slammed her pussy down, moaning in pain.

Quickly he grabbed hold of her hips so she couldn't lift up again and pulled her down as far as she would go. His cock began to spurt his hot seed into her, she felt the warm fluid splashing her unprotected insides, and she hoped that Pulaski would not try and get her pregnant or something.

A moment after he was finished, Pulaski quickly shoved her on the shoulder forcing her off the man, and causing her to slip off the bed onto the floor.

"Don't get up bitch, get used to it, that's your usual place now."

Pulaski produced an old-fashioned dog collar and a leash, there was a tag on the collar with the name 'Bev' on it, and she quickly fastened it around Beverly's lovely long white neck.

She bent down and before Beverly could protest she slipped a red rubber ball gag into her mouth and fastened the buckle up behind the back of her head.

Taking hold of the leash in one hand, and the riding crop in the other, she turned back to the dishevelled pair of nurses.

"Get tidied up boys and get back to work, I run a tight ship here in my sick bay. I might send Bev over later for further exams if you'd like?"

They both nodded happily as they began to get dressed again.

Pulaski turned and gave Bev a sharp whack on the back with the crop.

"I believe in giving fair incentives to my staff Bev. Now, come on back to my cabin, crawl like the naughty little bitch you are," and as Beverly began to move forwards on all fours, she gave her a hard whack on the butt with the crop. "One for the road, Beverly."

A moment later the doors opened to the corridor outside and Beverly was led on all fours out into the busy corridor. After a second or two, people recognised her and began whispering and pointing at the naked officer crawling along the deck. Many horny interns followed behind the wiggling arse of the Chief Medical Officer as she crawled to her mistress's new room, which used to be hers. Her pussy and arsehole winked at them as she crawled, and they were all just about ready to jack off then and there.

Beverly wanted to curl up in a ball and die, but Pulaski continued to pull her along.

After what seemed like an eternity of catcalls, jibes and other remarks about her tits and arse, they finally reached her room.

Pulaski opened the door and sent her inside, turning to the disappointed guys (and a few girls) outside the room.

"Come back after your shifts and I'm sure we can arrange to relieve a bit of that pent up tension," she gave them a knowing wink, and watched happily as they all ran back to their stations, only too eager to finish up for the day.

"Ah the energy of youth, they'll be banging you all night Bev."

"You have outdone yourself Master," Evette beamed with praise for Paul.

"Yes it was rather good wasn't it," he grinned.

"That rocked," Sasha jumped up off the chair and jumped around the room. "It went off totally!"

"Enjoy that Locutus?" asked Paul, staring at the stone-like face alongside him.

"I have observed and recorded the events for future reference, enjoyment is irrelevant," he stated simply, as a single solitary tear ran down his cheek.

Chapter 4

"Where the hell are Mister Data, Doctor Crusher and Counsellor Troi?"

"We have been unable to locate them, they have just... vanished," Mister Worf said, uneasy with the answer he was giving his superior officer.

"That's not good enough Mister Worf, you're head of security, find them!" yelled Riker angrily, he was under increasing pressure as his command crew vanished from around him.

Worf nodded with an angry look on his face, he didn't like being rebuked like this in front of the other crew.

"We'll search the ship again," the Klingon grunted, and headed off into the turbolift.

Worf and the other security officers had already searched the ship once this morning, they had not located them in the Holodeck as both Data and the ship's computer were conspiring to hide them using a Holodeck simulation that looked like the inactive Holodeck room. When they had searched the Holodeck they saw only the empty black room, so they left and continued their search. Little did they know that only a few feet away from where they were standing, all of their missing crew were being hidden from them. As Worf stood there unbeknownst to him the black goo was abusing Troi again, and she was being double-teamed with Tasha Yar's strap-on cock also made of black goo, which was currently being rammed in and out of Troi's unwilling arsehole. Crusher was laying between Pulaski's legs, on what had formerly been her bed only hours earlier, and was eating out the older woman's pussy for the third time since they'd left sick bay.

In reality both of them were simply playing out the computer generated simulations, which they couldn't tell weren't real.

Data still lay where he had fallen; one of the security officers had actually walked right over the top of him on the holographic floor of the 'empty' room.

"Ok time for some fun," yelled Paul. "Time for some direct intervention," Paul stood up before his metal throne, raised his fist in the air in his best dramatic pose, and raised his head to look at the ceiling.

"Full speed ahead, assimilate them now!" he yelled into the open room. Immediately he felt the Cube react and they were on a fast course to intercept the Enterprise.

"Too much?" he asked Evette who was sitting on the floor, arms curled longingly around his leg, staring up at him lustily, like he'd once seen on a fantasy art painting, one of those airbrushed ones with the metallic bikini women and axes.

"No Sir, very nice," she smiled up at him.

"Lovely, Boss," agreed Sasha who had draped herself across the back and headrest of his throne, like a jaguar lying in wait, ready to pounce.

The red alert sirens were wailing, the lighting on the ship had darkened, and now had a red hue to it, and every crewmember was at their station, terrified.

Riker's bridge crew were depleted, and he knew that even with a full group of senior officers, it was unlikely they could defeat a Borg Cube.

The Borg fired again, repeatedly, striking several key areas of the ship, causing it to lurch sideways, throwing crewmembers everywhere.

"Shields at 5%, Commander," reported the helmsman.

"Any brilliant ideas, Wes?" Riker asked the young man seated before him.

Before he could answer, the bridge was struck again and he was thrown backwards out of his chair, he hit the floor and stayed there, unconscious.

"Medical staff to the bridge," yelled Riker as he jumped into Wesley's vacant chair to assist the helmsman.

A moment later and the Borg Cube was upon them. The blue light of the tractor beam grabbed hold of the ship, freezing it in space.

"We are the Borg, resistance is futile," blasted out over every speaker and vibrated through every metallic surface on the ship.

Immediately the ship began to power down as Data's virus did its work. The shuttle bays and all other hatches opened to allow the Borg access. The self-destruct system and the escape pods all went offline; the crew could do nothing to prevent the Borg taking the Enterprise.

"There is no escape, prepare to be assimilated," announced Paul in his Borg-stylised voice.

Riker's fist smacked down on the panel in front of him, it didn't react to any commands, the controls were dead.

"Computer, prepare the escape pods, issue the order to abandon ship, and then begin self destruct sequence."

"I'm sorry Commander Riker; those functions are no longer available," chirped the computer voice.

Riker had to react immediately and jumped the railing behind him. With a quick press on the opening mechanism a weapons compartment behind Mister Worf opened and he grabbed the Phasers stored inside.

"Issue these to anyone you find," he said handing half of them to Worf as he threw the others into the waiting hands of the bridge crew. Together he and Worf manually forced the access hatch beneath the panel open and quickly the crew began to vanish into the ductwork.

"This is Commander Riker to all Enterprise crew. The vessel has been compromised; escape pods and the self-destruct system are not an option. The Borg are about to overrun the ship, defend yourselves. Good luck, it's everyone for themselves. Riker out."

Riker turned, suddenly remembering Wesley was still unconscious on the deck, but before he could move to him he heard the turbolift doors forced open, and heard the hum of a Borg drone. He had no choice, so without a second's further hesitation he flung himself at the vent opening and sealed it up behind him.

Two drones preceded Paul onto the bridge, as security units, he saw Wesley lying on the floor and pointed at him. Quickly the drones grabbed him and hauled him up. They presented him to their King, who surveyed him for a moment.

"God, we all hated this kid when he showed up in the new show. It only got worse as he got older; he became more and more the saviour of each episode. Put him somewhere safe, don't assimilate him yet," and as the drones went to carry him away, Paul gave him a punch to the stomach. "That's for every trek fan that has ever had to watch your sanctimonious smug little face."

They carried him away and quickly two other drones appeared to guard their King.

"Ok computer, time to power back up."

A moment later the Enterprise's systems came back on line for him on the bridge only, and remained offline everywhere else.

"Let's see where all our crew has gone shall we? Doctor Crusher and Counsellor Troi should have just realised that they've spent the last few hours on the Holodeck. I expect they'll be annoyed. Lock the doors and don't let them out, I want to get everything else ready first," Paul grinned as he sat back in the Captain's chair and looked around the deserted room.

"Where are my Borgettes? There are two empty seats here!"

A moment laster Evette and Sasha came bounding onto the bridge and sat down.

"I love an audience," he grinned at his two biggest fans. He swept his hand around pointing at the bridge. "Looks just like it does on the TV, doesn't it?"

Locutus followed them purposefully onto the bridge, surveying his former command deck, from his former life. He stood silently, ready for the next command from his new King.

Riker shuffled along in the ducting, he could hear the screams from the corridors, the shouts of frustration and anger as the crew desperately tried to defend themselves against an enemy they couldn't stop. The shouts would stop abruptly in mid sound, Riker knew full well that whoever had been yelling had just been drugged by the Borg's injectors and they would now be being silently led back to the Cube by a drone to be assimilated.

He could hear the familiar sound of phaser fire and the strange noise of the Borg's personal force fields as they sprang up and blocked the phasers.

Riker kicked out the nearby panel and jumped out into the corridor, into a world of smoke and darkness. Ahead of him he could see two junior crewmen desperately trying to halt an advancing drone.

Riker stabbed at the control on his phaser, and then fired into the Borg's back plate. Immediately the Borg started to smoke and judder like it was stuck on the spot, then quickly it fell to its knees on the ground and then went face first into the deck plates.

"Keep adjusting the frequency on your phaser, it keeps them guessing for a little while and they can't tune their personal shields to block it. It will only work for a few minutes though," he informed the shocked crewmen.

He turned and headed off down the corridor. The two crewmembers looked at each other and decided it was safest to be with him so they ran after their Commander.

Slowly they made their way towards engineering, knowing that it would be one of the highest priority targets for the Borg to assimilate.

Riker rounded the corner into the area outside engineering to find two drones pummelling the doors open; he could hear Jordi inside shouting orders to his men. He knew that Jordi would do everything he could to protect those crewmembers with him.

Riker glanced back at the half a dozen crewmembers that had grouped up with him; they were desperately looking for someone to save them.

"Ok you might regret following me now," he grinned at them all. "We need to stop them taking engineering. You and you," he said pointing at the two juniors who he had saved. "When I say now, phasers set to maximum, different frequencies, don't stop firing until they fall."

Riker readied his weapon, and began mouthing a silent count to the two frightened juniors.

Three, two, one, "NOW!" he yelled.

The three of them sprang out into the corridor and began firing at the Borg. The first one went down between Riker and one of the juniors, so then all three of them concentrated fire on the second one. A moment later it fell too, leaving the corridor empty.

"Jordi it's me, Riker," he yelled as he rapped his fist on the door.

He saw Jordi's visor peering out at him from the small gap the Borg had managed to make.

"It's a good thing we strengthened these doors after the last time engineering was attacked," grinned Jordi as he quickly opened the door to allow Riker and the juniors inside. 

"It's clear, come on," yelled Riker back down the corridor to the remaining junior staff, who were mostly technical non-combative members of the crew.

A second later three more Borg drones rounded the corridor from where his crew had been hiding and advanced towards him. He knew that the remainder of his little ragtag band of crew were gone, so they quickly shut the doors.

"What should we do next Locutus, this is great fun!"

Locutus turned impassively to face his King. "The few remaining crew members are beginning to group together in strategic areas, most of the them have been removed for assimilation, awaiting your go ahead."

Paul nodded as he looked at the readout on the screen showing the little pockets of resistance. Riker and Jordi were in engineering, believing they were holding off a group of drones, who were really just waiting for Paul to tell them to advance. Worf and O'Brien had made their way through the lower decks, which had already been cleared by the drones, and were alone, trying to make some doomsday weapon out of god knows what, candy canes and corncobs for all Paul cared. He would dispatch a squad to round them up in a minute.

"Look there," laughed Paul, pointing at a lone dot blinking in the armoury. "It's Reg Barkley! Oh I like him, poor bastard. He's such a hopeless loser, all the best intentions, even some good ideas and he always gets overshadowed by these other officers."

Sasha and Evette nodded, having been familiarised with the show from the information data dump Paul gave them when he had brought them into this universe.

"He's such a sweetie," said Evette.

"Yep, I'd even give him a pity fuck, he deserves it," stated Sasha, curled up in Counsellor Troi's chair, like a fat, happy, house cat.

"Let's keep an eye on him girls, that's your job from now on. Make sure he gets out of this ok, and doesn't do anything stupid."

They both gave him a mock salute and pulled the view of Reg's area up on the smaller screens alongside them.

"I might even let the poor bastard win when I'm finished, then he'd get the girls for a change, wouldn't he."

Beverly and Troi had both found themselves laying on the floor of the Holodeck. Both were naked, and both were in a state of agitation, as though they'd been interrupted in the middle of a sexual encounter.

They both stared at each other for a moment, confused and then embarrassed.

There was nothing they could do so they both abandoned any pretence of modesty, and they started to survey the situation.

"What the hell has happened?" asked Beverly looking at the lifeless room.

"Do you know how you got in here?" asked Deanna.

"No idea, I went to bed last night and from the time I woke up the world was completely insane."

"Me too," nodded Troi. "That must have been when it changed, somehow we ended up in here.

"What happened to you?" asked Beverly.

Troi looked down at herself, she could see the scrapes and marks left by the nasty little tentacles all over her body.

Troi was obviously upset, and hung her head in sadness. "I saw Tasha, she blamed me for her fate."

"Oh Deanna, you know that's not true it was all some holographic play cooked up by who knows what."

Deanna picked herself up mentally and smiled at her friend.

"So what happened to you?"

"Doctor Pulaski came back for her old job," Beverly could not hide the riding crop welts all over her body or the very red, raw, arse she had from several spankings.

"A very strange morning by all accounts then," stated Data as he tried to sit up.

"Data!" they both sprang back, believing he had been incapacitated, they had forgotten about him.

"If you repeat anything about this to anyone," said Crusher, waving her hand up and down before them, indicating their naked bodies. "I'll personally remove your optic circuits with a spoon."

Data gulped, and smiled at them both. "Of course Doctor, a gentleman is a paragon of discretion."

"Good," she said relieved. "Just don't forget," she said making a spooning motion with her hand.

"Indeed," he nodded.

"Data, do you know what's happening?" asked Troi, somewhat more worried about the weird noises she could hear from the other side of the locked Holodeck doors.

"I am forcibly linked to the ship's systems I can tell you anything you would like to know," he stated, believing the falsehoods the virus controlling the ship was telling him. He had not detected the Borg virus hiding in his head for all those years, and he could not detect the Borg's link into his mind now either.

"The computer is partially offline, as we are currently under attack by the Borg. However the crew is doing well and have managed to restrict them to the hangar bay. The USS Farragut and the newly commissioned USS Excelsior have been dispatched to assist us too."

"Do you know where the Captain is?" asked Beverly, worried about her old friend.

"He was rescued last night in a covert raid led by Commander Riker and Lieutenant Worf. He has spent the last twelve hours in sickbay undergoing removal of the Borg implants, and now he is on the bridge, somewhat incapacitated still, but acting as an advisor to Commander Riker's defence efforts.

"Good," Beverly was relived at this great news.

"Have we been reported missing?" asked Troi, starting to think this was all a little odd.

"All three of us are reported missing, for some reason this Holodeck has been searched and reported as clear, twice. Whomever has conspired to do this is quite sophisticated with their Holodeck programming skills to have hidden us that effectively."

"Or else he could just be writing the script!" Paul stood up and did a theatrical twirl, and bowed towards the viewscreen.

After a moment of no reaction he turned back to face Evette and then Sasha, both were intently watching Reg as requested.

"Uh, huh humm," Paul mock coughed at them.

They both looked up and realised they'd missed something. They began to applaud, and he smiled.

"Thank you, thank you very much," he said in his best Elvis voice, which was a strange mix as it was fed through his Borg voice synthesiser and came out as Elvis Borg.

"Cool," said Sasha, nodding her head in appreciation. "Can I do one?"

Immediately without waiting for an answer she stood up, smoothed down a pretend skirt she wasn't wearing and then began.

"Happy birthday.... Mister President, happy birthday to you," she sang in her best, breathy, Marilyn Monroe voice.

This too was synthesised and came out as Marilyn Borg, Sasha roared laughing and fell back in her chair.

"Time for frivolity later, now it's time to assimilate them!" said Paul, sending out a mental command to his drones.

Riker's head snapped around, a sudden crunch came as something smashed into the doors of engineering. The doors began to screech and buckle inwards from the force being applied to them.

"Here they come, defend yourselves!" he yelled, as he ran to join Jordi behind a panel on the other side of the room.

A second later the doors flew inwards, and a dozen Borg drones marched into the room.

Phaser beams shot out from every angle of the room, creating a dazzling lightshow as it played across the surface of their force fields.

"It's no good, they've adapted," yelled Riker abandoning his panel with Jordi.

They turned to run deeper into engineering with the other dozen or so crew who were holed up in here.

A second later Jordi was no longer alongside him; Jordi had been grabbed by the collar and jerked backwards by a drone. Riker turned as he ran, to see Jordi standing, unmoving, alongside a drone who had quickly shot two tentacles into his neck. Jordi turned pale and the drone started to lead him away, along with several other Starfleet Personnel.

Riker had run out of options, he needed to run, hide, and try to think up a new plan.

Suddenly a Borg flashed past him at tremendous speed, and a second later was standing directly in his path. Before Riker could react he felt the tentacles stab into his neck, and then he didn't care any longer.

"Riker and the engineering staff have been captured," announced Locutus.

"Excellent. Well done boys."

"The suggestion that when necessary we should move with increased speed instead of at our normal pace has been a successful strategy in this instance," nodded Locutus in acknowledgement.

"Yep, that's what I said Locutus. Try running to catch them, instead of the slow Frankenstein walk which everyone can just run away from."

"How many are still free?" asked Sasha, looking up from her screen.

"Good question Sash. Well Locutus how many?"

"Worf and O'Brien are still on the lower decks. Barkley is located in the armoury and has been contained there as requested," Locutus' eyes flicked back and forwards as though he was reading something, he was in fact linked to the computer and was scanning the ship deck by deck. "Commander Data, Doctor Crusher and Counsellor Troi are sealed in the Holodeck, and lastly Junior Crewman Thomas and Crewman Sayeed are currently retreating down a corridor towards the Holodeck in question."

"Show me," instructed Paul.

The screen before them changed to a view of the corridor near to the Holodeck, he saw a terrified looking, dishevelled and unarmed Crewman Thomas dragging the injured and bleeding Sayeed along, who could barely walk. They were desperately trying to escape from something they thought was following them through the smoke haze.

"Direct the drones to follow them, and force them to the Holodeck."

Beverly and Troi had their ears up against the Holodeck doors, trying to listen for any sounds.

"I detect someone approaching," said Data.

The two of them began to bang their hands against the Holodeck door, desperately trying to get attention from outside.

"Help us, we're trapped in here," yelled Deanna.

"Data, Troi and Crusher, we're all in here," yelled Beverly.

Thomas and Sayeed heard the noise and began to bash against the Holodeck doors from the other side.

"Quick, open the doors. Help us!" she begged.

"Here they come," yelled Sayeed, staring in horror at the other end of the long corridor. A group of Borg drones began to march slowly down the corridor towards them, their red eye lasers flashing at them through the smoke haze.

"Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated."

"Data, can you open the door now?" screamed Deanna as the two women madly tried to prise the doors apart with their bare hands, whilst outside Thomas and Sayeed were doing the same thing.

"A moment please," stated Data as he lay back up against the wall alongside the door, attempting to open it again.

"They're almost here," yelled Sayeed, Crusher and Troi could now hear the pounding of the marching footsteps echoing down the walkway.

A moment later the doors parted slightly, enough for a person to squeeze through one at a time.

"Go!" yelled Sayeed as he shoved Thomas forwards, balancing on his good leg as the other one continued to drip blood on to the carpet.

Thomas slid between the doors as Crusher and Troi grabbed her and pulled her inside.

"Come on," yelled Troi motioning him to get inside.

Suddenly a hand shot out to grab his shoulder, a metallic hand, and two tentacles fired out of its wrist gauntlet. Thomas watched in horror as his eyes became almost lifeless and milky, and his face turned pale. He started at her, unblinking, and then the door hissed shut.

"No!" she screamed and threw herself against the door.

"I am sorry crewman, I could not allow the Borg to access this chamber. I am responsible for the safety of everyone here," Commander Data said sadly from his position on the floor.

"He was already gone, you couldn't do anything," said Beverly trying to console the young woman. "Perhaps we can heal him and bring him back from the collective if we can catch him unharmed when the fleet arrives to assist us."

A moment later they heard a metallic clang on the outside of the door, the door itself groaned slightly in response but held in place. A rhythmic banging started up, as the drones slowly tried to pound their way into the room.

"Data, call for help, call for help now!" demanded Crusher.

"I have already been attempting to so Doctor..."

"Riker here, Data where the hell have you been?" suddenly the comms system had crackled into life.

"Commander Riker, it is good to hear your voice."

"Will, we're trapped down here in one of the Holodecks. The Borg are trying to break through into the room," yelled Deanna, getting more agitated.

"Will, is Wesley alright?" asked Crusher frantically.

"He's fine Doctor. We're on our way now, hang on tight."

Thomas sat down on the floor next to Data. She had really only met him that one time but she felt a connection with him because of it. She trusted him, and needed some reassurance from someone whom she believed in.

"Are we really going to be ok?" she asked him, still terrified as the pounding on the door continued.

"Yes Crewman, I have no doubt everything will go perfectly well. The rescue party will be here shortly and once the fleet arrives we may even be able to capture the Cube. All will be well," he smiled and as she turned away to look at the door the look on his face changed to a sneer of contempt and then into an evil grin.

Paul grinned and looked up at Locutus.

"Well Picard, was that a good impersonation or what? Sounded just like Riker didn't I?"

"The voice match was perfect," intoned Locutus.

"Thank you. Now round up those other two and it's time for a bit of command crew assimilation fun."

Locutus nodded and the order was given.

Worf and O'Brien had been trying to construct a sonic weapon to disrupt the organic part of the Borg, to rattle their brains so to speak.

Miles finished attaching the last component to the control board as a large hole began to cut through the sealed access way hatch.

They stood back on the catwalk where they'd been walking and quickly began to aim the device. With a clang of metal on metal, a large chunk of the door fell through and landed on the catwalk.

Worf fired the device, which he held over his shoulder like a missile launcher. It struck the first Borg square in the chest, he stood silent for a moment and then an instant later he began to shake and convulse. Suddenly he threw his bald grey head back in a silent scream, and then with a disconcerting squelch, white goo and fluid shot out of both of his ears. Like a puppet whose strings had been cut he dropped like a stone to the deck.

"Yeah, now that's what I'm talkin' about," grinned O'Brien from behind the large Klingon.

"Most acceptable, Chief," growled Worf in appreciation for their weapon.

Immediately a second Borg stepped over the fallen one and began to climb through the hatch.

Worf fired again, and to their annoyance, the sound wave bounced off the drone's shields and blew a hole in a nearby pipe.

"They've adapted!" yelled Worf, and hurled the weapon at the approaching Borg. It bounced off the cranium of the drone, who was staggered for a moment and then began to advance on them again.

"Run!" yelled Worf as he turned, to find a lifeless looking O'Brien staring stone facedly at the wall. Another group of drones had approached silently from behind and had injected O'Brien before he even knew what had happened.

"Today is always a good day to die," yelled Worf as he charged away from O'Brien towards the oncoming drones.

The first one grabbed hold of him with its phenomenal strength and the two began to wrestle. Worf desperately wanted to hurl it over the catwalk and move forwards to the next one. He was not moving quickly enough however and the advancing Borg with O'Brien in tow held out its hand from a foot or so away and shot its tentacles out to pierce his Klingon skin.

Worf growled like a wolf, threw his head back and instinctively pulled the dart tipped tentacles out of his neck.

Before he could advance, the other Borg extended its arm and it too shot out its tentacles into the Klingon's neck. After the second attack Word could not react in time and an instant later he was a corpselike figure being led back to the Cube for assimilation.

"And that makes the set! Yeah! High five," called Paul, and put his hand up for Locutus to return the gesture.

Picard stood staring at him with no recognition of the symbolism of this at all.

"No? Ok, Sasha, you up for this babe?"

He turned and she leapt to her feet, jumped up to meet his hand, as his body was quite tall now, and gave him a healthy high five.

"Time to get the boys assimilated and down to rescue our poor refugees in the Holodeck."

Paul strode quickly out of the room, heading back to his Cube, to oversee the conversion process on Riker, Worf, Wesley and Jordi.

Chapter 5

The comm system crackled into life, and a battle could be heard raging in the background.

"We're approaching you now, there's a lot of resistance. Get ready to let us in Data," yelled Riker over the battle sounds.

"Affirmative Commander," yelled Data.

They all prepared to open the door and receive their crewmates. Data suddenly stood up, as though nothing was now wrong with him at all, they could now see the almost invisible trail of energy leading from the wall control panel to the back of his head.

With an evil looking grin he opened the doors, and suddenly the Borg drones began to lumber into the room.

Before the three women could react, they were suddenly lifted into the air and held immobile by the ship's force fields.

"Data what have you done!" yelled Troi.

"Data isn't here any more Deanna. Please call me Lore."

Both Deanna and Beverly were stunned, how had this happened?

Unknown to them, at one point in the past when Lore had been loose on the Enterprise he had hidden a copy of himself, in the ship's computer as raw data. Only another positronic system could actually utilise the information, but it lay in wait, dormant, undetected, and kept safe by the safe guard systems he had installed to hide it.

Once Data's mind had been fully linked to the vessel like this, it was very easy for the Borg collective to assess the contents of the stored information, which they could now decode, and understand how to utilise it.

Paul had then decided to add this twist to the game so after backing up 'Data' to a similar location, he had instructed them to restore Lore into Data's body. So now the nasty little evil twin of Data running around instead, everything was taking shape nicely.

The entire battle had been a staged farce for the comm message, it was just Paul jerking the women around further, and he did so enjoy it.

Paul strode dramatically into the room; he had a beam of light following him like a spotlight, highlighting his massive physique. His helm glinted purple and the metallic implants on his body shone in the polished chrome he had decided to coat them all with.

Like a bizarre knight from a sword and sorcery film, he stood before them flexing his pecs under his top. All he needed was a big axe and he'd really look the part.

"I am the Borg! I am the King," he said, his voice powerfully amplified for effect.

The three women looked stunned; this massive hulking Borg strode powerfully around the room, they had never seen anything like this before.

Two female sycophant Borgs followed him like puppies, and a throne-like chair rose up out of the Holodeck floor like it had been raised up through a trap door on a stage.

"Thank you Lore, I see you've brought the Holodeck back online."

Lore nodded at his new master, and looked forward to seeing what was going to happen next.

"May I present your rescuers," Paul waved his hand towards the open Holodeck doors.

They could hear Borg drones approaching, and they expected to see their friends defeated and captured. What emerged was far worse.

Led in by Locutus, came Riker, Worf, Jordi and Wesley. Each of them was now bald, and had pieces of their bodies removed, upgraded with Borg implants. Their eyes were lifeless, and like their ever-present red laser targeting systems, their eyes stared forwards into the void.

"Wes, no!" sobbed Beverly as she looked past Picard and saw her son, she struggled to break free and get to him.

Deanna was overcome with emotion as she saw all of her most trusted friends standing before her, mere shadows of themselves. Desperately she tried to reach their minds, but found nothing to latch on to, their emotional state was a blank canvas, they felt nothing.

Thomas was simply terrified, she did not know anyone here personally, but she knew that her best hope of survival had been with the legendary command crew of the Enterprise (any of the various Enterprises command crews really, they had all achieved their own measure of fame in their day) but now she saw no hope at all. All of her plans and dreams for the future were gone; there would be no career after Starfleet, no little house with a husband and children to go home to each night. Only the blank soulless life of a Borg drone; that was all she had to look forward to.

They hadn't envisaged the Borg when Starfleet had been created and the Federation had started hurling its citizens out into the void. There was definitely no mention of a half-life as an automaton extension of a soulless collective mind in the recruiting propaganda.

"Crewman Thomas, look at you; why so down? It's party central over here in Borg land." said Paul jovially.

Had he read her mind?

"Of course I read your mind dear; it's one of my many talents. You should see what I can do with a chocolate bar, an egg beater and a bowl of whipped cream," he ran his tongue suggestively around his lips, and stared seductively at her.

Sasha and Evette tried not to giggle, their master was fun and he was teasing her, and on top of that, they did know what he could do with the chocolate bar, egg beater and bowl of whipped cream. They both shuddered simultaneously and grinned from ear to ear at the thought of it.

Troi and Crusher did not know what to make of this Borg King, the Borg were unstoppable, and now they seemed to be being directed by this frivolous giant of a man, who did not seem to be behaving in a predictable way like the other drones did.

Thomas was unsure of what was happening now, she had always been told horror stories of the Borg and what would happen if you were captured by them, and yet here sat this very un-drone like man, who seemed to be enjoying himself and even trying to flirt with her.

"Would you like to join us? I can even do something about that flat chest of yours; pump you up a bit so the boys will notice you."

Evette jumped up and thrust her ample breasts in the direction of the young blonde.

"Look at Evette here, why before she signed up to live the happy life of the Borg she was flatter than a schoolboy," Paul grinned as Evette gave a face of mock sadness. "Then she signed up with our merry band, and I gave her the gift of Borg 'implants', and look at her now. Every race we meet wants to assimilate HER, I can tell you," he said giving Thomas a big wink.

"Leave the poor girl alone you monster," yelled Beverly, still staring at her son, now in anger. "What have you done to Wesley?"

"Ahh the Doctor mother has woken up, has she?"

 Beverly was suddenly floated down towards his throne, and came face to face with the King.

"I would have thought that Doctor Pulaski would have beaten that rebellious streak out of you by now," he grinned at her, and slapped his open palm with Pulaski's riding crop which had suddenly appeared in his other hand. Crusher gave an involuntary flinch at the memories it brought back to her. "I would have thought you'd have no strength left in that tongue of yours, after all the work it's been doing over the last few hours."

Paul snapped his fingers and Wesley marched over to him.

"Wesley, your mother is demanding to know what we've done to you. Let her have a look."

Wesley turned slowly, displaying his various Borg implants to her, as she mentally catalogued everything she saw, thinking of how they could be removed and repaired to return her son to her.

"And don't forget the most important part," he indicated the young man's crotch with his index finger. "We finally gave him a set of balls." In response to this, a flap at the front of Wesley's 'trousers' opened and two metallic spheres plopped out with a resounding metallic clang.

"The fans will love that one," whispered Paul to Evette. "Everyone hates this spineless little mommy's boy."

Locutus looked up suddenly. "The Enterprise has been fully assimilated. All crewmembers are now Borg, aside from these three remainders," he reported.

Troi and Crusher looked at each other; they knew of the finality of the conversion if no one were left to save them, to return them to normal quickly.

"Stop this! Stop it now before the fleet arrives, I'm sure we can work something out to exist in harmony together," pleaded Troi.

"Oh, you mean the Farragut and the Excelsior?" asked Lore. "Sorry, that was a bit of a lie. No one is coming; it was all just a story for your benefit. I thought you would have guessed that after all, seeing as Picard hasn't been converted back, Riker isn't containing the Borg to one deck and Wesley isn't ok," Lore gave them a bit of a wistful grin. "Sorry."

Troi looked deflated, and Crusher also, Thomas was less sure about the finality of it all.

"That's the way Thomas, it's not all gloom is it, maybe something good will come of all this," suggested Paul, grinning at the young woman.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Well come on down here," he released the force field, dropping her lightly onto her feet alongside his throne.

"Have a seat here, I'll look after you," he said indicating that she should sit on the arm of his chair, opposite Evette, who smiled at her.

Cautiously she did so, and sat waiting for the next thing to happen.

"Mister Lore, come over here if you'd be so good."

Lore sauntered happily over to Paul, and Paul put his arm around his shoulders. He whispered something to Lore for a minute, and then Lore turned back to face Thomas with a big smile on his face.

"Really?" he asked, turning back to face Paul.

"Absolutely my boy," said Paul as he slapped Lore on the shoulder in a fatherly way.

Paul sat back in his chair and put his hand on Thomas' knee.

"I know you've always liked Data," he said in a friendly, almost priestly sort of way. Thomas started to open her mouth to protest automatically.

"No, no," he waved his finger at her. "Don't try to deny it, it's written all over your face, and don't forget I can read minds too."

Thomas knew he was right, she trusted Data, Data was nice.

"Do you know about Lore?" he asked.

Thomas hadn't heard about Lore, and she shook her head, no.

"Data has a brother, Lore. This is Lore here, not Data. You could say they're twins, except Lore was fully finished, poor Mister Data didn't get past the working prototype stage."

Lore smiled charmingly at Thomas. "I am the more sophisticated, debonair brother; caviar and champagne as opposed to beer and steak."

Thomas nodded, not really sure where this was going. "O... ok," she uttered.

Lore strode forwards to her, his face only centimetres away from hers, looking into her eyes in almost a loving fashion.

"I am capable of emotions that my brother is not," he smiled sweetly at her. "I have his memories in here, you know," he said tapping his finger against the side of his head.

"My brother always liked you, he had feelings for you," Lore lied to her. "He did not know how to express those feelings to you, or to anyone. But in his way, he loved you."

Paul sensed Thomas' spirit lift, her heart soared knowing that Data had feelings for her; she never really thought it would be possible.

Paul nodded to Lore; he knew she was ready now. Lore moved in for the kill.

"I feel all that he could feel, and all that he could not," Lore ran his finger gently down Thomas' cheek. He ran his hand lightly over the small tuft of curly hair on top of her shortly trimmed blonde hairdo. "Data had feelings for you, here," he said pressing his hand over his heart, in a gesture to signify love. Thomas swooned a little bit more, they were winning her over.

"I also have feelings for you, much more complex and complete feelings," he said as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"My feelings are welling up inside me, my feelings for you are here," he said as he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his crotch, she could feel his erect cock through his trousers.

"No!" she was startled, and began to jump off Paul's throne. Lore wasted no time and reacted immediately. He grabbed her by the waist with one arm, spun her around and thrust her face first into Paul's crotch, with her stomach over the arm of the chair she had been sitting on. Immediately a metal band snaked out of the arm of the chair, it wrapped around her lower back and locked into the other end of the arm of the chair. She was held down by it like a seatbelt.

She started to thrash, desperate to get up. "Please, let me go," she shouted in frustration. She lifted her head to see Evette still sitting opposite her, grinning.

Paul looked down at the girl, and smiled at her, as she glanced up at him with a silent plea.

"I'm sorry Crewman, Mister Lore outranks you and I promised him some perks of the job. He hasn't had as many opportunities as Mister Data to experience the pleasures of the flesh. I will not deprive him. Better luck next time though."

Lore grabbed hold of the crotch of the woman's uniform, and with one sharp movement he tore a large area away, exposing the lower part of her buttocks and her pubic area.

Lore dropped down, grabbing her ankles to spread her legs apart. Like someone looked at the fine lines of a horse, or studied a sleek new car, he sized her up. He ran his eye along her legs, up to her now exposed pussy. He stepped up behind her buttocks, and pulled his trousers down, exposing his yellow skinned, rock hard erection.

"Yes! This will do very nicely," he said as he lined himself up with the woman's vulnerable snatch, and pressed his cockhead forwards into her warm cunt.

"NO!" she managed to yell as her stomach was slammed forwards into the arm of the chair and the air was driven out of her lungs, virtually silencing her.

Lore felt his cock slide all the way inside her, loving every sensation, recording it all in infinite detail. He felt every nuance of her pussy lips caressing the shaft as it passed between them. Her muscles gripped hold of him, squeezing tight as she desperately willed herself to eject the vile invader, and to take no pleasure from the assault.

"Wow," he said as he looked down at the woman. "Are you a great fuck, or are there better out there?" he wondered out loud.

"Stick with me my boy, and I'll show you the world," Paul said in his best W.C. Fields voice. "There's plenty more where that came from, so if you think this one gives you a power surge, I can show you a million more who'll blow your circuits."

"Deal," he said nodding his head, giving Paul a high five, as he continued to slide his cock in and out of her. He was probing her as much as he was fucking her, he would be able to replay this in his mind with as much detail and sensation as he liked, whenever he wanted.

He pulled his cock all the way back out, feeling the lips close up over the tip as he was all the way back out.

"I think I want to experience an orgasm... what's the euphemism called?"

"You want to come in her?" asked Paul.

"Yes, that's it," he grinned and began to hammer away at her pussy.

Thomas couldn't take the sensations, it was like having a gattling gun fucking her, shooting into her, again and again, over and over. Her clit was being rattled so much, she was going to lose her mind to an orgasm she didn't want to have. Her body was betraying her and she knew that any second now Lore would blast his hot come into her. At least she couldn't get pregnant, could she?

"Yes you can," suggested Paul, tormenting her further. "Not to Lore though, but on the Cube you'll find it's part of your duties, after all where do you think the baby Borg come from?"

She thrashed around further, her energy renewed at the thought of being a breeding mare for baby Borg.

Lore slapped her arse and laughed as he slammed into her.

"That's it girl, wriggle for me."

With one last thrust, he slammed himself into her and ejected his load of warm syrupy fluid. His creator had thought of this function too and had given him a non-toxic, tasty, synthetic sperm which had no calories and no other real properties either, it was really only there so that both he and his partner got the full effect, or as close to it as normal.

"Whoo boy," grinned Lore as he stepped back away from Thomas, and stared in disbelief at her backside, watching as her pussy lips began to slowly drip his 'semen' onto the floor.

"That's an incredible ride, I can see why you human males chase pussy so much."

Sasha jumped down and ran over to him. "Let me clean you up," she quickly latched her mouth onto Lore's half erect member and began to suck him clean. A second later she stood up, licking her lips.

"Hmm that's tasty. Her juice is nice, and his sperm is so sweeeet," she stroked Lore's cheek with a grin and returned to Paul's throne.

Lore adjusted his pants back into place and moved back to the doorway with the new Enterprise Borg crewmembers.

Tentacles snaked out of the throne and quickly stabbed Thomas in the neck, and her resistance halted immediately. Paul let her go, and she was mindlessly led away by a nearby drone to return to the Cube for conversion.

Paul looked up and smiled at Troi and Crusher who were now trying to yell through their lovely new force field gags.

"Now what do you suppose we should do with them?" he asked his drones, watching as the two women stopped yelling, realising their turn may be next.

"Time to join the rest of your crew," said Paul, motioning to their friends and family assembled before them. "Escort them back to the ship for conversion," he ordered as they both were lowered down to the ground.

Worf grabbed Troi and threw her over his shoulder, she struggled, shouted, swore and cursed, she kicked and punched, but it had no effect on him, he simply turned and walked out of the room with her.

Riker had done the same with the struggling Beverly and he followed Worf out of the door, their other friends all following behind.

Chapter 5

Reg suddenly had an idea. He had been watching the Borg progress through the ship but for some reason they hadn't searched where he was hiding. Here he had access to all manner of weapons and he had full computer access too. He could even get to the battle bridge if required.

Most of the Borg drones had returned to their Cube, he could see that only half a dozen were still on guard here.

Picard had mentioned a frequency... something that linked all the Borg together, to their collective. He wasn't sure if this had been tried before, but if he could sever the link, perhaps it would take out the remaining Borg.

He quickly accessed the computer, which Paul had turned back on for him, and found the frequency they were using, as Paul had helpfully listed it in the Enterprise's records.

Reg set up a jamming signal in the computer and then began to transmit it.

Paul smiled, well done Reg! Reg had followed all the ideas and little nudges Paul had popped into Barclay's mind. This wouldn't have actually worked, but Paul allowed it to play out in Reg's favour. The drones onboard all dropped to the ground, lifeless. Paul kicked off their internal self-destruct so that they would all perish from the internal charge that burned them up and did no real damage to the surrounding vessel.

Reg slipped out the door and into the battle bridge. Quickly he took control of the ship, rebooted the computer and changed their course, heading for the nearest Starbase or Starfleet vessel, whichever came first. The Cube had vanished; obviously they thought their mission was complete. Reg knew he would be a hero for saving the Enterprise; it was a shame no one else had made it though.

Reg thought the Cube was gone, but it was merely cloaked from his view. Paul had borrowed this from the Klingons and Romulans, he thought if they had it then the Borg would have encountered it by now too, so he gave it to this Cube.

Paul stood watching the Enterprise as it zipped away like a tiny gnat, before it finally vanished into the black star field altogether.

"Well girls it looks like your project was successful. Reg is a hero."

Sasha and Evette clapped their hands together in girlish glee, and grinned happily at Paul.

"So what happens now Boss?" asked Sasha, as she stared idly at the wall of stars before them.

"Time to play," grinned Paul evilly.

"Goody!" squealed Evette as Sasha gave her a pinch on the left buttock and began to chase her like a schoolgirl around the room.

"Girls, calm. There's time for playing with each other later. Now it's time to play with Beverly and Deanna."

The doors parted quietly and Beverly and Deanna were marched into the room by the Borg drones that had previously been Will Riker and Wesley Crusher. The women had spent the entire journey through the Borg ship trying to reach the human side of these drones, but to no avail. They were not listening to anything their former shipmates had to say, Wesley even had no recognition of his mother.

Wesley used his new strength to easily propel her into the control room and across the room to stand in front of the throne, Deanna followed, held firmly in Riker's iron grip. With a shove forwards from Will and Wesley, both Deanna and Beverly found themselves on their knees before the strange Borg King, who looked down on them, in an almost fatherly manner.

"Ah, here we all are. I hope you're enjoying our hospitality, ladies."

"Your what?!" Beverly tried to jump up but found that the hand resting on her shoulder was more than enough to keep her in place.

"Wes, please," she begged, looking up over her shoulder to her former son.

He continued to stare dispassionately at the wall beyond them.

"Please calm yourself Doctor. As you can see, your little snot of a son is no longer a waste of time, he's a Borg now," Paul smiled down at the stunned woman.

Deanna looked at her friend, she was worried now, she didn't know who this person before them was, but he was like no Borg they had ever seen.

"Worried eh, Deanna? Don't be concerned; I am the next evolution of the Borg. I have emotions and all the fun that goes along with them. The Borg upgraded, if you like."

Paul's eyes roamed down over the two naked women before him, and he felt the blood rushing to his cock.

Deanna gasped in shock as she sensed the wave of lust coming from the muscular Borg before them.

"Sensed that did you Troi? Well what do you expect when the two of you are traipsing around the place with no clothes on? Flashing your tits, pussy and arse at anyone who wants to look."

"Now just hold on a minute!" Beverly was getting really worked up by this guy. "We didn't choose to roam around undressed..."

"Yes I know Bev, I'm just winding you up really. I've had so much fun watching the two of you, and now I think I'll live every Next Gen fanboy's dream. I get to fuck Beverly and Deanna!"

Sasha and Evette both giggled and moved forwards alongside him to get a better view.

"No!" yelled Deanna, she could see it in his mind, total and utter, unbridled lust. He wanted to ravage them, and do so like there was no tomorrow.

With a sudden yank upwards, Will and Wesley pulled both women up off their knees to their feet. Before the women could react they were then lifted up further, up off the ground. Their backs were pressing into the metallised clothing both the men were wearing, as they were being grabbed by the back of their knees and lifted crotch upwards towards Paul.

Paul clapped quietly as the two women were spread open before him.

"Lovely, quite lovely! Boys come and assist," Paul snapped his fingers in the air.

As the two women struggled against the incredible strength of these Borg they realised that Picard and Worf had made their way into the room. Worf moved to Deanna and grabbed hold of her right arm and leg as Riker took hold of the other two. Picard joined Wesley and did the same with Beverly. The two women were now held firmly in the grasp of their former crewmates, breasts pressed forwards and upwards as they thrashed their heads around in desperate struggle, their vulnerable pussies exposed between their spread thighs.

"I'm going to try something new girls," grinned Paul at his Henchgirls.

"Oh! Quick tell me, please tell me," begged Sasha like a child on Christmas morning waiting for her presents.

Paul snapped his fingers, and instantly metallic looking tentacles sprang out from his back. He had three tentacles on each side of his body, protruding out from near his spine on his lower back. He held his hands up for effect and slowly turned, showing off his new appendages as they moved of their own accord, flowing back and forth around him as though they were moving through the currents in a lazy river.

"Oh wow," Evette cooed as she grabbed one and sized it up, enjoying the strange warmth of the cold looking metal as she fondled it.

"Let me see!" yelled Sasha as she shoved her friend out of the way. "That is so cool Boss," she flicked the helmet shaped end of the tentacle with her finger as Paul wriggled from the sensation.

"Careful Sasha, these are like extra cocks to me, so handle the merchandise with care!"

Sasha grinned and nodded at him.

"Sorry Boss, I'll make it up to you later," she licked her lips sensuously for effect, and then gave the tentacle a gentle kiss on the end of the helmet.

"Naughty girl," he gave her a slap on her arse as he stepped forwards to the edge of the raised dais his throne sat upon.

"The time has come ladies. I am going to assimilate you into the Borg, or more exactly these Borg-tacles are going to assimilate into you," he chuckled and sat down on the edge of the steps.

Without a second thought the tentacles suddenly came to life, as though they had been awoken from a pleasant dream, they snapped forwards all aimed at the two women exposed before him. A second later the tentacles were roaming around the bodies of the women. They slid across their naked flesh as the women shivered in dread and anticipation of the inevitable.

"Please don't," begged Deanna.

Paul ignored their pleas and enjoyed the sensations flooding back into his mind. He could feel their breasts as his tentacles wrapped themselves around their plump flesh, and squeezed the pillowy whiteness of their tits before latching onto their nipples. The end of the tentacles opened up into little mouths, which then began to suck and suck on their pert nubs. The tentacles continued to suck as though they were trying to milk the women for all they were worth, with no end in sight.

The two women tried to thrash around, anything to move their tits away from the tentacles, anything to escape the sensations, but they could barely move in the strong grasp of their friends.

"I think we'll start with Crusher first," Paul said thoughtfully to the Henchgirls seated beside him, enjoying the show.

"Mine!" yelled Sasha as she leapt to her feet and scrambled towards the helpless redhead.

Sasha dropped to her knees between Beverly's spread thighs and reached up and began to run her fingers around in the tuft of red hair at the top of the Doctor's abused slit.

"Please, whoever you are, don't do this. You're a woman, please help me," begged Beverly.

"Yes dear," nodded Sasha, acknowledging Beverly's words. "I am a woman, one that really wants to see your little pink pussy get speared by my Boss' big metal cocks," she grinned at the stunned older woman as she used her fingers to spread the redhead's defenceless pussy lips open, exposing the warm pink inner folds.

Like a shot out of a gun, one of the tentacles flew back away from the tit it had been abusing, and hovered in the air for a moment before them, coiled like a Cobra waiting to strike. It started to secrete an oily substance through the pores of its metal flesh, covering itself in a glistening sheen and then suddenly flew forwards again, striking the exposed opening to Beverly's cunt like a perfect bullseye.

Beverly grunted in pain, and then cried out as she felt the fat tentacle force its way in and then begin to slide further and further inside her before coming to rest in the depths of her womb.

"Oh my god!" said Sasha in disbelief as she stared in wonder at the metal hose which was now wedged into the pussy before her, forcing it wide open, and then as it began to slide in and out, she saw the effects of its secretions. The oil was not only a lubricant, but a powerful aphrodisiac as well. Before her eyes, Sasha saw the tentacle getting covered in Beverly's pussy juice, and immediately thereafter the whitish liquid began to slowly drip out of the Doctor's abused hole forming a little white puddle on the floor beneath her.

Beverly thrashed around, her mind was being assaulted by the pleasure from the metallic invader, and she was close to orgasm.

Paul increased the speed with which his tentacle cock was fucking her, and it pushed her over the edge. Her head snapped back and forwards, her red hair covering over her face, stuck to her skin with her sweat, her mouth open, she came silently, somehow managing to keep the cries of her passion within herself.

"Think she needs more Sash?"

"Oh yeah Boss, hit her with some more!"

"Leave her alone!" demanded Troi.

"Oh I haven't forgotten about you, I'll be with you in a moment," grinned Paul evilly as one of the tentacles already mauling Deanna's breasts gave her a bite on the nipple.

Paul turned and faced Beverly again, and with a flick of his head, he pulled the tentacle out from inside her and then back away from her pussy altogether. Immediately Picard and Wesley turned her over, spread her legs again and aimed her butt at Paul.

Sasha took the hint and reached up to grab hold of the pale white globes of Beverly's arse, spreading the firm cheeks apart to reveal Beverly's arsehole to Paul's lascivious gaze.

Paul gave Sasha a wink, and instantly the tentacle shot back out towards the dishevelled Doctor. The metallic appendage glinted in the light as it hit the warm quivering flesh and pressed itself forwards into the tight ring of her arsehole.

"No!" she screamed in pain as it began to inch its way inside her anus. Desperately she tried to hold her arse closed, but as the tentacle became more and more slippery with its secretions and more forceful to match the resistance it was encountering, she was fighting a battle she would never win.

With a guttural groan of pain from Doctor, the tentacle squeezed past her sphincter muscle and began to invade her insides.

The secretions again were doing their work and a moment later she was deriving pleasure from the painful metal arse rape she was enduring.

"Oh Beverly," sobbed Troi as she watched her friend being abused for the amusement of these three strange Borg creatures.

"I think that's enough from you," said Evette as she stood up and made her way over to Troi. With a fast and hard movement she brought the back of her hand down across the right cheek of the captive counsellor, snapping Troi's head around with the force of the slap.

Evette ran her hand down the pale flesh of Troi's neck and onto her chest. She cupped the fleshy tits and gave the rosy red nipples a tweak as her hands moved past. She slid her hands down over the flat tummy and came to rest at the dark haired opening to the counsellor's cunt. She spread the quivering lips apart and leaned in towards the pink flesh. She sniffed around and then extended her tongue slowly, before giving the warm flesh a slow, moist lick, all the while looking up at Deanna, watching the look of disbelief on her face.

"Hmm, alien pussy. Tastes the same Sir," she said as she turned her head to face Paul. With a flick of her head, indicating the exposed opening before her, she let Paul know she was done. Immediately one of his tentacles shot forwards and began working its way into Troi's pussy as it began secreting its juice onto the walls of her fuck canal.

"Please no," begged Troi.

Evette then indicated to Paul that Troi's mouth was open, so immediately it was filled with a tentacle, forcing her jaw open as it shoved its way into the mouth aiming for her throat.

"Can you deep throat Counsellor?" asked Paul. "You'd better learn fast."

Evette slid her hands down Troi's thighs and cupped her arsecheeks. Using her thumbs she spread the cheeks apart to revel Deanna's arsehole, and a moment later it too had a metal cock working its way deep inside her rectum.

Evette stepped away, watching as the dark haired beauty struggled, as she was impaled on three tentacle cocks, all filling her with their aphrodisiac secretions.

She turned and looked at Crusher who was being worked back and forth on the tentacle cocks that were impaling her pussy and her arse, as Sasha lay beneath watching Crusher's face as she was being forced towards orgasm again.

Beverly clenched her jaw tight and tried to ride out the orgasm that started to race through her tired body, and then her head slumped in defeat as the orgasm drained the last of her energy.

"Enjoy that Bev?" asked Sasha as she reached up and playfully slapped the tired woman's face.

Sasha slid out from under Beverly and got back to her feet, grinning at Paul.

"Looks like she's just about done," Paul walked casually down the stairs towards Beverly and in response to his signal Wesley and Picard flipped her back over and lifted her back up, holding her upright facing Paul, with her knees up and spread apart to reveal her dripping cunt to his gaze.

"Now for the personal touch Bev," smiled Paul as the metallic covering on his crotch slid open like hangar doors and were retracted back inside him. His metallic looking cock sprang out, and stood erect before him, glinting imposingly in the light as Beverly stared at it, realising what was coming next.

Paul walked towards her slowly, licking his lips in anticipation, enjoying the look on her face, a mixture of fear, revulsion and sheer tired bewilderment.

"Spread her legs for me boys," he instructed as Picard and Wesley adjusted her legs to spread them apart even further.

Paul reached beneath her to cup her buttocks, lifting her weight in his hands, before stretching his thumbs up to her pussy to spread the lips apart.

"You ready for the time of your life Bev?" Paul grinned as he started to spear her on his ribbed, metallic cock.

"No!" she gasped as she felt him begin to invade her.

"Feels good doesn't it Bev?"

She glared at him, and kept her mouth shut.

"Ok, be like that," Paul smiled as she started to pound into her faster, thrusting harder as his metallic groin slapped against her pubic mound.

He was groping her arse cheeks as he lifted her back and forth, pulling her forwards to impale her on his cock again and again.

"Time for the first new Borg of the day," groaned Paul as he pulled her hard against his crotch and shot spurt after spurt of his ultra fertile sperm into her womb.

"No," she groaned and started to sob once she realised she was now full of his hot baby-making sperm.

Paul pulled his still erect cock out of her; it glistened with her pussy juice as he turned to face a startled looking Deanna.

"Ok, she's done," Paul said to Picard, gesturing to Crusher. They allowed her to slump to ground and she lay in a heap, exhausted and numb. "Watch her carefully though."

Paul walked over to where Evette was merrily mauling Deanna Troi's tits, and he joined in, biting happily on the right nipple as Evette did so on the left.

Paul ran his tongue around her breast and then moved up the captive woman's cleavage, over her chest and up to her throat. He licked the length of her throat and came to rest at her chin. She snapped her head around and tried to bite his tongue.

"A feisty little bitch eh?"

"Let me go," growled a frustrated Troi as she desperately wriggled against, her two Borg friends who were holding her, and the tentacles abusing her.

"As nice as that suggestion might be, I think I'll keep you instead. You'll make lovely breeding stock."

"What? No!" she yelled.

"Oh come now, Beverly's taken her new baby like a good little breeding cow, soon she'll be squirting milk out of her udders and she'll be as happy as a pig in mud. Surely you'd like to do the same?"

A moment later she was turned over so she was facing the ground, then Will and Worf dropped to their knees as they lowered her to the ground. She found herself on all fours, her naked arse sticking up in the air as they held her head down to the ground.

"You want to behave like a bitch, try and bite me like a dog," spat Paul at her as he dropped to his knees behind her. "Then I'll fuck you like one," and with that he suddenly began to thrust his cock forwards into her unsuspecting arsehole.

Her head snapped back in pain and she howled as she felt ridge after ridge of Paul's shaft slide in, her sphincter closed in after each ridge, only to be stretched open again by the next one.

"Oh, please no! I'll co-operate," she wailed in agony.

"Alright then, take your medicine like a good girl, and once I'm satisfied you've learnt your lesson, then I'll consider your offer."

Paul continued to fuck her arsehole, hard and fast. He watched her muscles desperately try to fight the invader, and enjoyed the sensations as it did so.

"You never tried this with her did you Will?" he asked Riker playfully as he slapped him on the shoulder. Riker continued to stare impassively at the woman he was holding down.

"No. Memories suggest that Riker did not make sexual use of her anal passage."

"Just as I thought, you should have bent her over a railing and showed her who's boss, see. I have, and now she's ready to do as she's told. Aren't you my little counsellor bitch?" he slapped her hard on her buttock and left a red handprint.

"...Yes," she uttered.

"Ok enough playing," said Paul as he slid his cock out of her abused arse and without missing a beat slid it into her pussy.

She gasped in surprise, as she hadn't thought he'd do that.

"You ready for a Borg baby of your own, little Betazoid bitch?" hissed Paul at her as he grabbed a handful of her dark hair and pulled her head back so he could grab hold of her ear with his teeth.

"Please don't," she whispered to him, begging.

"Sorry, my spermy boys are on their way," and with one final thrust he buried himself up hard against her pale butt cheeks. He had a silly grin on his face as he felt her pussy clenching his hard shaft as it sprayed out his hot salty come, releasing his boys into her womb to search for an egg.

"Ahhh that was great," he said happily as he slid his cock out of her. "The boys are off to find one of your little eggs counsellor. You're going to be a Borg Mommy."

Paul sat on his throne as Sasha and Evette cleaned the assorted juices off his cock. When they thought it was clean they looked to him for approval, and he absentmindedly nodded yes. A moment later it slipped back in and the covering moved back into place.

Crusher and Troi had been held on their backs, arses up in the air to ensure that his boys had every opportunity to make their way inside his new Mommies.

"Ok guys, half an hour is probably enough. Go convert them and then strap them into their breeding boxes in the maternity room."

As Beverly and Deanna were marched into the conversion room they saw row after row of conversion couches ahead of them. With a theatrical cough to get their attention, Paul appeared on the screens before them.

"A little something I thought you'd like to see."

They watched the screen before them in sorrow, the Enterprise was flashing away into the distance, a moment later and it was gone, they were alone here.

"Begin conversion of the new breeders," instructed Locutus, as the other drones shoved them towards a couple of empty couches.

Thomas lay still before them, her unseeing eyes staring ahead as the equipment moved down into place. A device on a mechanical arm flashed around her, inspecting her body, cataloguing her and waiting for the decision from the collective as to which parts would be upgraded, replaced or removed.

The door opened and Paul strode in, he was here to watch proceedings.

"Ahh, I see crewman Thomas is up next, well I cannot go back on a promise," said Paul as he lounged against the wall, he pointed to the machine and made hand signals over his chest to indicate a pair of big bouncy boobs.

The machine took its que and quickly implanted more breast tissue into her chest; shortly after it was done she was a healthy d-cup.

"Good, now you match up with the others a bit better," he grinned as he watched the other two naked women being strapped down and loaded up into the machines.

All three machines then dropped down to do their work, it shaved their heads and pussies, as it then removed their limbs and replaced them with connections which would be wired up to their breeding boxes in the maternity room.

"There's no real reason you two have to have your minds numbed yet you know," Paul told them happily.

They watched as what was left of Thomas was wheeled out, and then they followed her.

Their couches were wheeled into a large room, the size of a large hall. On one side were the small 'cribs' on the wall where the Borg babies lay, on the other were the boxes, strapped along the wall, like some grotesque artwork.

Thomas was lifted up and slotted into place inside her breeding box, almost like a picture frame made of Borg metal with no front or back and like snakes, wires emerged from the frame and connected up to her outlets where her limbs had once been to monitor and control her body. Troi and then Crusher were loaded up alongside her in the next two empty boxes.

Troi looked up in horror as two metallic cups on wiry looking tubes came out of the wall, travelled down over her shoulders and came down over her tits, a moment later she felt the sting of a needle pressing right into the centre of her nipple and then she felt the warm sensation of something liquid being pumped into her tits.

Paul watched and was providing commentary for his guests, Lore, Sasha and Evette.

"The cups have a dual purpose, they provide the drugs required to encourage the breed cows to start lactating quickly, and they also pump out the milk once they start to produce it."

A new tentacle came out of the wall behind each of the women, just below crotch level, they bent upwards at a ninety degree angle and then shot upwards, penetrating their arseholes.

Troi and Crusher screamed in pain, Thomas continued to stare into space.

"Can't have them going all over the floor, think of all the mess and the stench. This way it's pumped straight out of them and away. They never have to leave to go to the bathroom," and in response to this a thin metal tube snaked out of the wall alongside the thicker one, it snaked up their thighs and then struck forwards like a cobra, it shot between their pussy lips, found their little piss holes and slid deeply into their urethra, and immediately began to suck their bladders dry.

"Never have to piss again ladies, think of all the time that saves too," Paul said to Troi and Crusher who had a mix of pain, fear, nausea and hatred all over their faces.

"Now three times a day, this happens."

A tube from the ceiling dropped down suddenly, unable to stop themselves, the women's mouths opened and the tube inserted itself into their mouths and began to pump nutrient sludge into their stomachs.

"Nothing like a nice hearty lunch is there Doctor?" he grinned and patted her belly, which was being filled with the only food she was going to get from now on.

The tubes clicked off, the sludge stopped, and they withdrew back into the ceiling.

Beverly and Deanna began coughing, their throats raw from the tubes.

"Shall we see what they're really here for?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, let's see the Borg fuck them," suggested Sasha.

"Ok first customers come on in," Paul clicked his fingers.

Wesley, Worf and O'Brien entered the room, marched across and lined up before the breeding boxes.

O'Brien showed no recognition for Thomas whom he'd worked with since she'd been transferred to the Enterprise, and she did not react to him either.

"Go," said Paul, pointing at O'Brien.

O'Brien moved forwards, extended a metallic tube from his groin and slid it into Thomas' pussy which was being spread apart for his access by a pair of wires from the sides of the breeding box which had attached themselves to her pussy lips.

Neither of them reacted to this, O'Brien simply slid his hips back and forth, a tiny amount, and then leaned forwards and started squeezing his buttocks together, pumping his reproductive fluids into her womb.

He stood back, retracted the tube and then marched back out of the room.

"Well done," said Paul. Suddenly Thomas' box was whisked away like a painting and slid neatly into a slot higher up on the wall. There she would hang until her accelerated incubation period was finished and the baby Borg inside her was born in a few weeks time.

The arm returned with another breeding box, placing it into position.

Crusher was horrified to see that it contained her friend Keiko O'Brien, Miles' wife.

Keiko did not react, and Paul called for another drone, Jordi marched in and moved in front of Keiko and waited.

"Normally all of this happens automatically, and continuously. I have slowed it down to give you a show my friends," Paul announced. "Next!" he yelled pointing at Wesley.

Wesley stepped forwards towards Troi. When he had been Wesley Crusher, fucking Troi was one of his all time favourite fantasies. He even had a few great Holo-programs dedicated to the subject. Now he showed no reaction to her at all.

"Wesley, no!" yelled Beverly, horrified that she was about to see her son forced to rape and impregnate her friend.

"He can't stop it Beverly," Troi was saddened that her friend had to see this. "I hope you find peace Wes," she whispered to him as he positioned his breeding pole at the mouth of her gaping cunt.

He pressed it into her and she gasped in pain, the large pole slid into her, forcing her pussy open. She felt the cold metal of it inside her as Wesley began to fuck her with it. Unlike Miles, Wesley really went to town and was fucking her for all he was worth. A moment later he was done and his hot fluid shot out of him, firing into the depths of her womb, searching out an egg as it was programmed to do.

Troi was stunned by this assault, and while she tried to recover, Wesley simply moved away, pulling his pole out of her. He stored it within his leg for later use, and then turned and left the room.

"Wesley I love you," screamed Beverly, hoping that he could hear her on some level.

"It was quite different wasn't it," said Paul conversationally as they watched all this. "Each Borg does it differently; perhaps it's some kind of memory of who they used to be. How they liked to fuck or something."

Troi glanced at her friend, knowing she may never see her again.

"Goodbye Beverly," was all she could manage before she was whisked away and replaced with one of the Cadets from Engineering, promptly Picard came in and stood in front of her, waiting his turn.

"Next," yelled Paul.

Worf descended upon Beverly quite quickly. He almost had a look of lust on his face; no doubt it was the animal mating instincts still filtering through from his Klingon side.

He pulled his pole out, moved forwards and rammed it home into Beverly's waiting opening. His mouth opened into a silent snarl, and he reached out and grabbed her arsecheeks. He began to thrust into her, pulling her towards him too.

Beverly moaned in pain as she felt her insides being squashed open by his pole, and after a few moments of this torment she felt his hot seed splash out of the pole into her fertile nether regions.

Worf gave a silent growl, and stepped back away from her, his pole pulling out of her cunt with a wet snap as her lips closed shut behind it.

 "Thank you and goodnight Doctor Crusher," said Paul as she was suddenly whisked away to be replaced with one of the Computer technicians from the Enterprise, Riker came in to stand in front of her, awaiting his turn.

"Well that was fun wasn't it," Paul said contentedly as he led Lore and his Borgettes out of the room, allowing things to go back to automatic, leaving the remainder of the newly recruited Borg females to be impregnated.

"It will be interesting to see what happens; my sperm will find an egg, as will Wesley's and Worf's. Perhaps they'll have Borg twins," he chuckled as they made their way back to the throne room.

Reg managed to get the empty Enterprise to a nearby outpost and was hailed a hero. He was given a commendation by Starfleet and reassigned to the research and development division of Starfleet at their headquarters in San Francisco on Earth.

"Nicely done girls," Paul grinned as he watched Reg's triumph play out.

"Reg is nice, we like Reg," the girls said together.

"Can I give him a going away present Boss?" begged Sasha as she hopped up and down like an excited child.

"Oh alright," Paul grinned and turned to the screen.

Reg moved through the lounge area of his new luxury apartment and like a whirlwind of blonde hair, a triple breasted nymphomaniac beauty launched herself at him from the bedroom doorway, throwing him to the ground and tearing his robe off.

"Again?" he blurted out as he fell to the ground underneath her.

Her stunningly beautiful face broke into a grin and she pressed her large breasts into his face.

"Of course my gorgeous man," she purred. "Nothing but the best for my Reg," and she slid down his torso to slurp his semi-erect cock between her talented lips.

Paul nodded his appreciation. "Three breasts, that's very creative Sash, make sure she doesn't fuck him to death though."

Sasha smiled and nodded. "Yes, Boss."

It was night on the Borg cube, the drones were all safely tucked away in their hibernation cycle, and the Borgettes were sleeping off their last game of naked twister with dildo and baby oil, wildcard rounds. Paul sat pensively, resting his chin in his palm. He stared out at the black starfield before him, and decided it was just about time to move on to a new story. Maybe he should go play with that Seven Of Nine Borg chick on Voyager, maybe later.

He had one thing left to do before his game was over though. Paul reached out through the collective to the two little lights, which were Troi and Beverly Crusher, different to the others drones, still self-aware.

"I have left your awareness for my amusement. Your torment will be delicious and I want to see how long you'll last before you beg me to end it. When you have had enough and want to feel the comforting embrace of nothingness, which the collective will bring to you, call out to me, beg to join the collective and I will snuff your pain out like a candle. Until then, enjoy your new lives as the mothers of the Borg's next generation."

Scene-Stealer Productions 2012

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