An Actual Story with an Actual Plot

Authors note: Forget everything you just read. This is my attempt at an actual story with an actual plot. It has the same initial premise: freeuse of the women of the Star Trek universe thanks to (mis)use of Q powers but it has a set start and end point and is not just endless chapters. Also, some chapters won't have sex in them. Sorry.

Two Hirogen stalked down the dimly lit corridor, their rifles sweeping the way ahead of them searching for new prey. I watched them pass from my hiding place. I checked the settings on my hand phaser and phaser rifle. Ready for a firefight. I waited for them to move a little

further down the corridor before stepping out behind them.

"Hunt this you bastards!" I blasted at them with my phaser rifle.

The first hunter collapsed with a smoking hole in his back. I didn't have time for a second

shot. The remaining Hirogen rushed at me throwing aside his rifle and drawing a viscous

looking knife. He slashed at me. I dodged but he still landed a glancing blow. I bought my

rifle up to block the next blow. The knife bit halfway through my weapon and stuck fast. I

twisted my grip and both rifle and knife flew out of our hands and clattered away down the

corridor.

"You make better prey than your crewmates, human worm".

I answered with a headbutt. He staggered back, hands to his head, blood leaking from his

destroyed nose. I grabbed his trapezoidal muscle in my best Vulcan nerve pinch. It didn't

knock him out but it did stun him enough to give me time to draw my hand phaser. I took aim

with the weapon.

"Do you feel lucky, punk?"

Confusion crossed the alien's face.

"What are you talking abo-?"

I shot him before he could finish. I could hear more footsteps heading my way. Quickly

checking my tricorder I could see five hunters closing on my position. Skilled warrior that I

am, that's too many to take on at once. I combat rolled through a nearby door and shot the

control panel forcing the door to close and lock behind me. That should keep them out for a

while.

I looked around, getting my bearings. The room was double standard height, crates and

barrels were stacked in neat rows. The room is dimly lit and warm. The row of empty Borg

alcoves told me I was in cargo bay two.

A tall, beautiful, blonde woman was pointing a phaser at my head. She was dressed in a

silver catsuit which hugged her perfect curves, the front was unzipped down to her sternum

showing off killer cleavage. A Borg implant ringed one of her eyes and another

spiderwebbed the hand holding the phaser. Despite these implants she was still a stone cold

hottie. Her hair, usually kept bound tightly, was loose and hung down around her shoulders.

An intense look was on her pretty face.

"Hello Seven"

"Commander Banger" she relaxed her posture and lowered her phaser. I appreciated how

her body moved underneath her pseudo gimp suit. She was breathing fast and her chest

melons rose and fell almost hypnotically.

"My regeneration cycle was interrupted and I am unable to raise the crew."

"The Hirogen have taken Voyager. I think it's just you and me left."

As if on cue, the Hirogen reinforcements started banging on the cargo bay doors. It wouldn't

take long before they broke through and I doubted they were looking to take prisoners.

"I've set up Borg shielding around the cargo bay. It should hold for several hours.

Nevertheless, if we are the last ones left, I am not confident in our chances of survival"

"We'll find a way Seven. Voyager is our home and I'm not about to let these bastards have it.

If there's a way to drive them off, we'll find it. I'm going to head for sickbay, perhaps there's

some biological weakness we can exploit to get the upper hand."

I made to leave, searching for a Jefferies Tube acces point.

"Commander… I… You are resourceful, you will succeed."

Seven at a loss for words was a new experience for me. She was kind of cute. Not a word I

thought I’d use to describe a former Borg drone.

“If anything happened to you it would be a considerable loss for Voyager… and for me.”

She moved close to me. Her breasts sandwiched my arm while her non-Borg hand slid down

my body and came to rest on my dick. She looked up at me and bit her bottom lip as her

hand began to rub my quickly hardening member.

“Please Commander…” Her grip tightened on my junk, she was good at this.

I kissed her deeply and pushed my tongue inside her mouth. She didn’t resist and started to

pump my cock faster. I broke the kiss and pushed her to her knees.

“Show me those tits.”

She wasted no time, quickly yanking down the zipper of her catsuit to let her ample dyson

spheres loose. I had my cock out by then. I wasted no time. Grabbing the back of her head I

pulled her to my throbbing meat stick. Her pretty lips parted with no resistance and I fed her

my dick right up to my ballsack. She gagged a little as she took the length inside of her but

offered no resistance. It would have been futile after all.

“GAK! GAK! GAK!” I roughly abused her throat, my balls slapping her ex-borg chin. She

briefly pushed away, coughing and gasping for air. I grabbed her by the hair and roughly

guided her mouth back to my cock, it was dripping with precum and her saliva.

“You will adapt to service me, you slut!” I rammed her oral cavity again with my meaty shaft. I

kept my hands clamped around her skull to keep a rhythm I enjoyed and to stop her pulling

away. It wasn’t like she was going to suffocate. I **** her throat over and over. She resisted

no further and I could actually see her hand stray between her legs and begin stimulating her

pussy.

“GAK! GAK! GAK! GAK!” she coughed a little as her mouth was abused, no easy task with a

dick as big as mine filling her up. Tears welled in her eyes and ran down her face, mixing

with various lustful bodily fluids leaking from my dick and her mouth, dripping onto her

doughy breasts and running down her toned stomach.

The sight and feel of the degraded former Borg sent me over the edge and giving no warning

I vented my sticky warp plasma into her mouth. Some of it shot out of her nose and-

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING CREWMAN?!”

Aw shit. Lieutenant B’Elanna Torres, Voyager’s chief engineer and my boss.

Shit! Shit! Shit! This was supposed to be a private holodeck program! Instead my boss, who

has well documented anger management problems by the way, had caught me quite literally

with my pants down. It didn’t help that the holographic Seven was oblivious to this, I had

programmed this scenario so another female crewmember usually joined us at this point and

holo-Seven assumed this was our partner for today.

“I’m waiting, crewman!”

“Um…..” In my panic I didn’t have the presence of mind to cover up and my still erect penis

pointed straight at the half-klingon woman, still twitching and dripping juices.

Things were about to get a lot worse. A new pair of arms wrapped around my waist, a

slightly rough hand found my hard member and started to pump its shaft. The holographic

Lieutenant Torres poked her head out from behind me, a playful look in her eye.

“Mind if I join the fun?” the hologram teased.

I came again.

My cum sailed through the air, almost in slow motion, and landed on Torres’ cheek. The real

Torres’ cheek. Her face twisted in rage and that’s the last thing I remember.