Message-ID: <6189eli$9712081847@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MS4EVER321 Subject: HypnoTV: Star Trek, Voyager (mc,ff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: HypnoTV: Star Trek: Voyager by MAW MC,FF Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying this, seek help. Seven of Nine was aware of the stares she received as she walked down the halls of the starship *Voyager*. It reminded her again of how much she stood out. It took a lot to stand out on *Voyager*. Here was a Starfleet ship, stranded over fifty light years away from home. Half the crew was made up of the Maquis terrorists that *Voyager* had been sent to capture. The first officer was a descendent of North American Indians, the helmsman a convicted criminal, the engineer a half-Klingon, an eccentric alien as cook and the Chief Medical Officer wasn't even alive. One thing that made Seven of Nine stand out was her appearance. She was a striking beauty, with short blond hair, her curvaceous form clad in a tight-fitting brown suit. Her face was expressionless, with strange metal strips on her neck and above her eyebrow. Technically, Seven of Nine was human. However, at a young age, she had been captured by the alien race known as the Borg. The Borg were a race of cyborgs, more machine than man, with a hive-like mentality. What one thought, the entire race thought. The Borg's sole purpose was to assimilate every culture it came across into its own, adding their knowledge and technology to their own, basically making their victims mindless drones. The Borg's ultimate goal was to assimilate their entire universe into their Collective. They had power to back up their actions. Their chilling mantra, "resistance is futile" had spelled the death knell for many races. The Borg had been forced to corporate with the *Voyager* crew to stop a common enemy. Afterwards, they had managed to cut Seven off from the Collective. The Doctor had done much to help her appearance. Gone was her pasty white skin and nightmarish metallic coverings, leaving a quite attractive woman behind. A woman trying to come to grips with a humanity lost to her years before. A humanity whose unique aspect she was studying. Walking into Sickbay, Seven of Nine spoke in a flat, monotone voice. "Activate Emergency Medical Holographic Program." A shimmer of light came into the room and the holographic image of the Doctor appeared. He appeared to be a balding man in his mid-forties, clad in a blue Starfleet uniform. The ship's regular doctor had been killed in the accident that hurled the ship to the other side of the galaxy and the Doctor had been stuck with them ever since. "Please state the nature of the medical emergency," the Doctor's standard reply went. He saw Seven. "Ah, what can I do for you?" "I request some files on the human body system," Seven said. "There is something there I wish to study." "Certainly," the Doctor said. Seeing as how Seven of Nine was of a mechanical nature and the Doctor was a computer- generated persona, the two felt a small bond that set them apart from the crew. "Personally, I don't understand why the Captain wants you to become more human. The more I interact with these people, the more I'm glad I'm not one of them." "If I can regain my humanity, I would become a greater asset to the crew," Seven replied. "I would do much to help both myself and the ship." "Are you sure you weren't a Vulcan before you were assimilated?" The Doctor asked. His programmed personality tended to be on the bitter side. "Which files do you need?" "Let me see the directory and I will extract the data I need," Seven said in a flat tone. "I'm glad you're not my nurse," the Doctor sighed. "Your manner could use some work, of that I'm certain." He moved aside and let Seven look at the screen. She carefully pushed some keys. She was more used to downloading the data right into herself than seeing it, but she was improving. "Tell me, in your dealings with humans, what is their attitude towards sexuality?" Caught slightly off-balance, the Doctor paused to find a reply. "It varies," he finally said. "For the most part, the males seem to think of it more often. Especially Mr. Paris. For some reason, he chose to spend his time in Sickbay talking about a series of romantic conquests he made during his Academy days. I'm currently saving it in case I ever get bored and decide to write a book about these exploits." "What of the female?" "For the most part, they aren't as obsessed about it. There are a few exceptions, but I can't tell you who for the sake of confidentiality. You know, it is odd, but I've studied the archives on this subject, to understand my patients better," he hastened to say, "and I've discovered that the idea of two women being together in sexual relations seems ideal for men, but the opposite is true for women. And vice versa, of course." "Interesting," Seven said. She pushed a few keys and transferred the data to the computer in her room. "Thank you, Doctor. Computer, end program." "Well, at least someone remembered--" the Doctor said, just before he faded into nothingness. Seven stood and moved towards the shelf carrying the Doctor's instruments. She paused, computing the scenario in her mind. The success rate seemed good and it would help her study. She decided to initiate her plan. The ship's power supplies were not all gathered in main Engineering. Much of the power relays ran along the small tubes and tunnels interweaving throughout the ship. The tubes were barely enough to hold two people, side to side. In one of these tunnels was Seven of Nine and Belanna Torres, the ship's engineer. A former Maquis, Belanna was half-human and half- Klingon. Her dark hair was in a pageboy haircut, her skin, though dark, still lighter than full-blooded Klingons. Likewise, the ridges on her forehead and nose weren't as pronounced. She was clad in a yellow and black uniform that boasted a not too unattractive form. "Modulator," she said. Seven handed her a small device. Taking it, Torres adjusted some controls and pushed a switch. "That should do it," she said, her voice showing off her impatient nature. "Hopefully, the power fluxes won't be as long in the quarters. Should help put a schedule on power relay throughout the ship." "Satisfactory," Seven said. "Look at me." "What?" Torres looked at Seven and suddenly saw her eyes glowing. Seven had done some modifications in Sickbay. With the help of a cybernetic relay in her artificial eye and the power circuits above the eyebrow, she managed to create a hypnotic imprint in her gaze. She had specially designed it to take hold quickly, to lull the victim into a deep trance before they knew what was happening. Seven was pleased to see it working perfectly. Belanna's eyes slowly shut and she slumped down in the tunnel, her entire body relaxing. Confident Torres was under, Seven began to examine her. "You cannot react to anything unless I tell you to," Seven said. Her voice left no room for debate, not that Torres could have protested anyway. Seven let her hand drift over Belanna's body, her fingers lightly caressing her breasts. Belanna sighed at the soft touch Seven gave. With meticulous movements, Seven stripped Torres of her uniform. She did not remove it completely. She opened Belanna's vest and unbuttoned the shirt underneath. Belanna's breasts came free. They were not overly large but Seven could see that were worthy of the glances some of the male crewmembers had been giving them. She slowly lowered the pants down Belanna's smooth legs until she exposed the dark clit underneath. With movements born more out of curiosity than desire, Seven placed her index finger into Belanna's clit and slowly began rubbing it. Belanna moaned as Seven worked her finger into her. Seven leaned down to get a better look at Belanna's breasts. She placed her lips over one tightened nipple and lightly kissed it. It was an interesting experience, producing a feeling Seven could not quite explain but nonetheless enjoyed. She continued to suckle on the breasts as she fingered Belanna. The engineer was in world of pleasure by this point, her body slowly withering on the surface of the tunnel as Seven kept her examination up. Finally, Belanna came onto Seven's fingers, her entire body tensing for a moment before falling back into relaxation. Removing her hand from Belanna's lips, Seven gazed at the sticky fluids clinging to her hand, absently tasting them. She redressed Belanna and spoke. "When I say awake, you will awaken. You will not remember what has transpired here. You will simply remember repairing the power conduit and nothing else. Awake." As Belanna's eyes fluttered open, Seven took a moment to congratulate herself on a successful first stage. It was late when Seven strode the hallways of the ship, heading towards the Captain's quarters. The Captain's request to see her was quite opportune in that it allowed her to further conduct experiments. The Captain's time was precious, so Seven of Nine knew to take advantage of it. She entered the Captain's quarters and hoped that no emergencies would arise soon. As expected, the Captain had the nicest room on the ship, a small bed in another room, a couch next to a window showing the stars, her desk set in another corner. Captain Kathryn Janeway was a tall woman in her early forties with dark hair that she had recently cut into a short haircut. "Seven, glad you could make it," she said in her slightly gravely voice. "I wanted to see you about some of these repair jobs." "As you wish," Seven responded. She and Janeway sat on the couch, talking for a few minutes about the minor systems damage the ship had acquired during the last few months. Finally finishing, Janeway asked, "Is there anything you wanted to discuss with me?" "Yes," Seven said, activating her eye device. Janeway looked into the glowing eyes and was instantly lost, falling down a deep hole. The sole core of her universe became Seven's eyes, voice and will. "Call Commander Chakoty and tell him that you wish not to be disturbed for the next half-hour. He has command until then." Once Janeway had done so and Seven was sure they wouldn't be disturbed for a while, she began her next command. "Stand up and go to your bedroom." Janeway complied, her eyes blankly staring ahead as she walked to her room, Seven behind her. Once they were inside Janeway's room, Seven began giving her commands in earnest. "Undress." Janeway seemed to hesitate but another hypnotic gaze from Seven removed all resistance from her mind. She slowly stripped her uniform off until she stood nude before Seven. Janeway kept in shape, so despite her age, her body was still attractive. Her breasts still maintained a form of gravity and the curves on her waist managed to beat out the small pockets of fat. Seven reached to her neck and undid the seam that held her uniform together. She was nude underneath, her breasts thrust out, small metallic strips on her legs, her right breast and just below her stomach. Instead of taking away from her sexiness, it seemed to add to it. Seven stood before Janeway and kissed her. She was slow, not sure what she was doing, the first time she had ever done anything like this. Janeway was in the same position so they merely pushed their lips together at first. However, a spark of passion soon came within them both and they were soon wrapping their tongues together. They fell onto the bed, Seven on top. She broke off her kisses on Janeway and moved down her body. She lightly kissed the area in between her breasts before moving down to Janeway's clit. She remembered a reference in her studies and stuck her tongue into the dark pussy and began to lick. Slowly at first, then with more frequency when she sensed that was sufficient to cause pleasure. Janeway moaned as Seven licked away at her, enjoying the first taste of pleasure she'd had since they'd left Earth. Seven placed her hands on Janeway's thighs and used them as handholds as she dug her tongue in. Janeway came, her juices spilling onto Seven's face. Seven licked them up, tasting their sweetness and finding it good. Seven crawled up Janeway's body. She moved down and let Janeway kiss her pert left breast. The feel of the other woman's lips around the nipple sent another wave of unidentifiable feeling through Seven. She moved up and straddled Janeway, her clit right over the Captain's face. Janeway slowly put her mouth over the blond opening and began to kiss it. She mouthed it for a few moments before placing her tongue inside and beginning to lick in earnest. Seven slowly shifted on Janeway's face, moving her pelvic region up and down as the entranced Captain ate her out. The feeling covering Seven was overwhelming. She felt emotions and feelings she'd never imagined existed. She felt Janeway's hand moving up her slim hips and gripping her breasts. She grabbed Janeway's hands and used them to massage her own breasts, enjoying the electrifying tingle the feeling produced. She tensed and straightened as she had her first ever orgasm, her juices falling onto Janeway's waiting tongue. The feeling was absolutely indescribable and Seven found herself at a loss for words. As she reentered her cabin, Seven had to surmise that the experiment was a complete success. Both Janeway and Torres would never remember the part they had played in Seven's quest to regain her humanity. For the first time since she'd joined the crew of the *Voyager*, Seven of Nine smiled. She was probably going to be on the ship for a while until it reached the Federation. Plenty of time to carry out further experiments After all, resistance was futile. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /