A very curious Seven of Nine

Richards was sitting at one of the many terminals facing the large view screen down in Astrometrics. Star charts flooded the screen, with small bits of information appearing everywhere. He wouldn't have to read it, however. His partner was doing that fine on her own.

Seven of Nine, dressed in her skin tight uniform, was analyzing every bit of data that flashed on the screen. Richards simply needed to scan for any planets nearby with any similar energy readings and make sure this wasn't a commonality of planets in this region of space. He had to admit, the fact that his holodeck program could simulate problems like this without his input was a testament to his programming skills. If anything, it kept him on his toes for the real world.

"I will continue to scan the remaining planets in this sector. However, considering the rarity of such energy readings from a desolate planet, and our fruitless search so far, I don't believe we'll find anything." Seven reported to him.

"Understood. We should complete our search anyway, just to be thorough." Richards said as he leaned back in his seat a bit.

"...Ensign Richards, may I speak to you on a...personal matter?" The former borg drone asked.

"Of course, Seven, what is it?"

"It is about....your treatment of the women on board this ship. You do not do the same to men. Why is that?" She raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for a response.

"Well, besides the fact that I'm straight...all of you women are sluts and bitches who should be available for my use."

"I see...Is that why you currently have Commander T'Pol there?"

Richards looked down under the terminal. There, on her knees, completely naked, with his hard cock in her mouth, was the Vulcan science officer, T'Pol.

The female Vulcan didn't say anything, and continued bobbing her head up and down.

"Ah, yeah, that would be it. The only reason it isn't you under there right now is because she was already naked."

At that comment, T'Pol did stop, popping the cock out of her mouth. "Considering the frequency in which you use my body, I found it illogical to wear any article of clothing when you are on duty."

"Very logical." Richards said, looking back up at Seven.

"Indeed...it would appear that you really do own us..."

"Yes, in a sense, I do...I own every bitch on this ship..."

"Well...I did mention this was a personal matter. You see, I've had a difficult time acclimating to humanity. The concept of individuality has eluded me ever since. I am accustomed to having the collective tell me what to do...without that..."

Richards was loving this. In a simulation where he already had control over everything, Seven of Nine was actually asking, of her own accord, if she could submit to him.

"Wait, Seven, are you...are you asking me to be your master? For me to own you like my own property?"

"Yes, I believe that is what I am asking."

"Weeell, let's see...oh, give me a sec..." Richards closed his eyes and groaned a bit, and a moment later, T'Pol stepped out from other the terminal, a visible drool of cum protruding from her lips.

"That would seem the logical path to take." T'Pol said, standing up straight to reveal her tan, naked body to both of them.

"I agree." Richards said as he reached over and gave T'Pol's ass a sharp smack.. "Okay, T'Pol, dismissed. I need to start training my new ****."

T'Pol didn't respond to the slap, simply nodding and leaving astrometrics to show her body off to everyone in the hallway.

"Will you require me to strip naked as well, sir?" Seven asked. Richards eyes flicked over to her. He didn't like the way she said sir. She wasn't saying it because of any inherent submissiveness, she was saying it because it was the common term to call someone who outranked you.

"Yes, I will, every last bit of clothing. Oh, and as your new master, you'll need to call me something different...call me daddy."

Seven of Nine raised an eyebrow at the strange request, but nonetheless, followed it while she zipped out of her uniform. "Yes, daddy." She was already starting to feel better, without having to think for herself.

Once her naked form was visible for anyone to see, Richards wasted no time in showing some very inappropriate attention to her, cupping one of her nicely shaped tits in one hand while his lips founds hers. His free-use fetish could be complicated sometimes. While it was fun to simply fuck a girl, to grope and **** her, it was also fun to be affectionate. To hold her and kiss her and act like they were 2 lovers, even when the other doesn't have any feelings at all. It was one thing to violate them sexually, but to even invade their love lives, if they had any, was another type of control he craved.

After a few moments into the kiss, they deperated, Richards looking deep into Seven's eyes.

"...You're my slut now..."

"Yes, daddy..."

"And as my slut, you won't be allowed to wear any clothes anymore."

"Understood, daddy..."

"You're my property, and you're to proudly state that if anyone questions our relationship..."

"Of course. I, Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01, am now simply an object, property of my daddy, Ensign Richards."

"God, I love hearing you say it...now bend over..."