Taking a load off and encountering one of your characters.

You stretch with a groan, and casually toss your backpack onto the leather couch, hearing as it impacts with some discarded wrappers and cans.

Glancing around you notice your room has become a bit of a mess, discarded clothes and garbage dispersed across the hardwood floor.

“Damn I haven’t gotten anyone to clean up in here in awhile.”

You move across the floor and through the arch into your bedroom, inside, the room is decorated much the same as the main room. your bed is massive, designed to easily fit three people.

All four bedroom walls have a door of some kind. To your right is a large ensuite, currently lacking a functional shower. To your left is a large walk in closet, and in front of you, beside the bed is a bookcase concealing a small laboratory.

Immediately you begin stripping down, strewing your clothing around the room until you’re left only in your boxers.

Tossing your bunched up jeans onto the bed, you’re surprised to hear a sudden grunt emanate from under the covers.

“Seven?” You ask.

A deep, feminine voice responds in confirmation, simply stating “Yes.”

You watch in interest as she slowly removes herself from under the thick messy blanket, first a long high heeled leg, wrapped tightly in a silver catsuit hits the floor with a click, followed by another.

She then removes her catsuit clad left arm from under the cover, finding and grasping the side of the blanket with her Borg implant covered fingers before removing it all in one swift movement.

As she does the rest of her body comes into view, a tiny waspish waist accentuated by the corset like nature of her abdominal implants, and a pair of large impossibly firm breasts.

Her thick lips, sharp bone structure and blonde hair tied in a french twist look as pristine as ever, only her large blue eyes show concern as she looks around in confusion.

Seven of Nine, from star trek voyager. You had purchased the Borg Bombshell only a few days ago. After experiencing the punishments you’re capable of inflicting on her, and learning of the world she now inhabits, she fell in line surprisingly quickly. Although you’ve still yet to use her sexually.

“Napping on the job are we?”

She looks up at you, thinly vailed disdain filling her gorgeous features. “I have completed the task you assigned me. I was returning to the alco-… the “display”, when i began to feel disoriented, and lost consciousness.”

“Hmm…” you think for a moment, “mom must’ve put you in bed then.” Seven raises her eyebrow in a dismissive manner, before nodding in response.

“So-“ you change the subject, “how much powder did you make?”

Seven stands, shakily at first, but quickly clasps her hands behind her back and addresses you in a professional manner. “In the time you allotted I was able to refine 200 grams each of the purple, pink and red varieties.”

You can’t help it as your eyebrows raise in surprise, “well then, great work. I expected you’d be efficient but i have to say i still underestimated you.”

Seven gives no response to your praise, and simply stands, head raised slightly, clearly awaiting orders.

“Are you still tired?”

Seven visibly thinks for a moment, eyes glancing between two spots on the ground before looking up again. “I… believe i am.”

You nod, “alright, go to your stasis pedestal, 30 minute nap.”

She nods in understanding “thank you.” Seven quickly makes her way out of the bedroom, but you quickly follow after her, calling out “ah-“

She pauses in place, and turns to look at you again. You continue, “that’s “thank you-“…”

Seven looks around briefly in exasperation, looks you in the eye, and corrects “thank you- Master.”

At that you smily pleasantly, “good girl.” You see Sevens lower lip twitch in anger as she steps towards her assigned stasis pedestal.

The pedestal is arranged in a diorama, with the wall behind it painted to resemble a voyager hallway. A star trek style table beside it has a number of inert props placed atop it, including a tricorder and a phaser.

Seven eyes the table for only a moment, before prematurely picking up the tricorder in one hand, and using the other to mime imputing some command.

She waits for a moment, clearly anticipating your mental activation of the pedestal. When you don’t, she glances up “I assumed you would want the same pose as usual?”

You stand there pensively, placing your thumb and forefinger across your chin as if you were examining a painting in an art gallery. “Hmm… no, something different for today.”

She’s already placed the tricorder back on the table when you elaborate “stick your ass out for me today, hands on the knees.”

Her eyes widen, and her mouth sits slightly agape as she struggles to find a response to such a request.

She takes too long, and Seven audibly hisses in pain as one of her mods takes action, forcing her body to comply with the command you’ve given.

Against her will she turns to face the wall, places her hands on her knees, and crouches slightly, arching her back to display her tightly silver clad rear.

“Perfect! Seven you’re a natural!” You joke.

As you see her piercing blue eyes glance back at you filled with hate, you chose that exact moment to put her in stasis, solidifying her erotic display.