intriguess
sexual catalyst
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"We must study this."
"Agreed"
"Consensus reached"
A remote outpost was selected to do the research and slowly built and staffed as to not draw any unnecessary attention to it. 3 males were carefully selected to be programmed to do the primary research. Each with their genitals and associated reproductive systems intact.
Time was meaningless to the Borg, and the outpost was almost forgotten by the time they captured their first female. They'd done many tests on various males to see how the equipment should function, and had made the appropriate adjustments.
The main lab was warm, as humanoids liked it that way, and the main researchers had discarded their armored coverings for lighter ones, and eventually had discarded them as well. The Borg were not modest.
The latest subject had been taken when her individual transport had hit a Borg trap.
"Betazoid female"
"Telepathic."
"Sexually mature"
The Borg chattered among themselves, confirming what they already knew. She was strapped to a table specially designed for the task, and they begin to cut away her clothing, she was temporarily sedated, and they looked forward to waking her up.
Each one took a shift, so that one of the three Borg was always in the lab with her, and so that each could file reports, download information, and regenerate.
Anna of Troi, she woke up and was immediately alarmed. There was a slight buzz in her head, and she focused trying to remember the last thing she had done. She'd been on a diplomatic mission and she was returning in a private transport. After long grueling work it was nice to be completely alone in space. The buzzing had dimmed, and she opened her eyes and screamed.
When her voice gave out she noticed it was just one Borg, unusual in itself, and that it wasn't wearing the typical black body armor, in fact it was wearing nothing at all. That's when she realized what she was hearing was the Borg consciousness, and there was no way to tell how many Borg were on this ship/planet/whatever. She knew it was at least a dozen, more like several hundred, and she was about to scream again when she realized three things.
First she was not being assimilated, and second the Borg seemed to be studying her, and lastly that she was completely naked.
"Resistance is futile," he stated, his voice mechanized, the words sent a shiver of terror down her spine.
"Agreed"
"Consensus reached"
A remote outpost was selected to do the research and slowly built and staffed as to not draw any unnecessary attention to it. 3 males were carefully selected to be programmed to do the primary research. Each with their genitals and associated reproductive systems intact.
Time was meaningless to the Borg, and the outpost was almost forgotten by the time they captured their first female. They'd done many tests on various males to see how the equipment should function, and had made the appropriate adjustments.
The main lab was warm, as humanoids liked it that way, and the main researchers had discarded their armored coverings for lighter ones, and eventually had discarded them as well. The Borg were not modest.
The latest subject had been taken when her individual transport had hit a Borg trap.
"Betazoid female"
"Telepathic."
"Sexually mature"
The Borg chattered among themselves, confirming what they already knew. She was strapped to a table specially designed for the task, and they begin to cut away her clothing, she was temporarily sedated, and they looked forward to waking her up.
Each one took a shift, so that one of the three Borg was always in the lab with her, and so that each could file reports, download information, and regenerate.
Anna of Troi, she woke up and was immediately alarmed. There was a slight buzz in her head, and she focused trying to remember the last thing she had done. She'd been on a diplomatic mission and she was returning in a private transport. After long grueling work it was nice to be completely alone in space. The buzzing had dimmed, and she opened her eyes and screamed.
When her voice gave out she noticed it was just one Borg, unusual in itself, and that it wasn't wearing the typical black body armor, in fact it was wearing nothing at all. That's when she realized what she was hearing was the Borg consciousness, and there was no way to tell how many Borg were on this ship/planet/whatever. She knew it was at least a dozen, more like several hundred, and she was about to scream again when she realized three things.
First she was not being assimilated, and second the Borg seemed to be studying her, and lastly that she was completely naked.
"Resistance is futile," he stated, his voice mechanized, the words sent a shiver of terror down her spine.
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