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 VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 8: "Genesis, Part I" by ScatWoman ScatWoman@aol.com

   Author's Note: This begins my final story arc for Voyager Uncensored. 
After writing chapters 3 & 4, I had such ambitious plans for each of the
three main storylines (Seven's scatological adventures, Janeway & Kes
dom/sub relationship and Torres, Paris & Harry's unique threesome) that I
was a bit overwhelmed about how to continue.  So Seven's story got its own
treatment in chapters 5-7.  Now I return to the other two storylines with
this final 3-chapter arc (8-10).

   Since this arc starts where chapter 4 left off - in the middle of Season
4 of Voyager, it has a lot of ground to cover.  Believe it or not, I've
actually tried to tie in the events in my story with what you saw on
screen. So whenever time passes in this story, I will provide a note
indicating about when the next segment takes place relative to episodes of
the series.  If you're a Voyager fan and care about continuity, that may
interest you.  If you're just here for the dirty parts (and I can't blame
you if you are!), you can just ignore those.  ?

   So here it is, my final thoughts on the world of Voyager and her crew...





   * * * * * Guy Talk * * * * *

   Note: these first three segments originally appeared in Voyager
Uncensored #5, but are repeated here as the storyline continues in this
chapter.  If you remember these, you may skip them.
Context: Sometime after episode 4x05 -"Revulsion"



   "Are you fucking NUTS?!" Tom lambasted Harry, who had just described to
him his "close call" with Seven, "you said NO?!  What are you, some kind of
faggot?!"

   "What?!  YOU told me to stay away from her!" Harry exclaimed, a bit
louder than he'd intended - he was drawing stares in The Mess Hall - the
last thing he wanted right now was attention.

   "Yeah, that was because I figured you had no chance with her!" Tom
leaned forward and punched Harry in the arm, "if a woman like THAT asks if
you want to `copulate' and tells you to take of your clothes, you drop trou
and do whatever she fucking says, man!"

   "Ugh!" Harry leaned back, "you're right, I just... she caught me by
surprise... you would have had to have been there-"

   "Yeah, if I'D been there, I would have taken that Borg bitch for a ride
she'd never forget!" Tom boasted, "do you realize she's been a Borg her
entire adult life?!  You could have been her first!"

   "Well... that would be wrong, you know?" Harry tried to rationalize his
actions, "I wouldn't have wanted to have taken advantage of her!  She just
regained her humanity a short time ago... I was just maybe hoping for a
date or something, try to help her recover her-"

   "I would have STARTED with anal," Tom interrupted, lost in his own
perverted fantasy scenario now, "Laid the groundwork right away, so she
gets used to that as the norm, you know?  Then worked up from there.  Ass
to mouth, belly down, pile driver - man EVERY position, really turn her
into a total anal FREAK, you know?  Slam her ass, up against the wall, on
the ground - ride that tight fucking ass of hers - reach around and hold
onto those gigantic Borg implants of hers for dear life, you know?! 
Tit-fuck her, deep throat, the fucking works!  I would have turned that
Borg whore OUT!"

   Harry listened to Tom go on.  Privately, he wondered why he *didn't*
take Seven up on her offer.  What was wrong with him?  Maybe he was just so
gun-shy about sex after the way B'Elanna and Tom had been using and abusing
him on the holodeck daily the past couple years.  Tom still thought Harry
was a holodeck simulation, but Torres knew full well, being the sadistic
orchestrator of the whole deviant affair.  Maybe Tom would start obsessing
over Seven now, Harry thought.  Maybe Seven would become his new holodeck
addiction and Harry would finally be off the hook!  Harry felt relieved...
at least he should have... why did he feel a sudden pang of jealousy? 
Harry realized he needed to get out of this pattern of abuse and deviance.
He was going to go back to Seven and accept her advances!

   * * * * * Helpful Harry * * * * *

   Harry shifted nervously in his chair in Astrometrics.  He was helping
Seven align the new long range sensor array to provide more detailed star
charts.  He looked over at Seven, who was working as efficiently and
smoothly as ever.  He couldn't help but ogle her amazing curves, barely
concealed by her skin-tight, shiny silver catsuit.

   "Ensign," Seven's stern voice shook Harry out of his daze, "do you
*require* something?"

   Harry flushed, embarrassed at having been caught checking Seven out so
blatantly, "no, uh...  sorry, I'm just..."

   "Why have you stopped working?" Seven was the ultimate slave-driver. 
All that mattered to her was work output.

   "Look, um, Seven," Harry finally mustered up the nerve to speak to Seven
directly, "do you... do you remember... what we talked about... earlier?"

   Seven looked at him like he was an idiot, "Ensign Kim, we have conversed
on 47 prior occasions.  You are going to have to be more specific."

   Harry was a bit taken aback; he realized the event that had scarred and
tormented him so much over the past few weeks was forgotten immediately by
Seven.  She really had no interest in him.  Maybe he shouldn't have brought
it up.

   "Ensign, perhaps you should report to Sickbay," Seven suggested, "if you
are unable to carry out your duties, I will recommend to the Captain that
you need fewer duties, perhaps a demotion-"

   "NO!" Harry blurted out - the last thing he needed was Seven telling
Janeway he couldn't handle his work.  He was going to have to come clean,
"Look, all I wanted to say is... I know... you're adjusting to
rediscovering your humanity-"

   Seven looked annoyed, "this is not the time to discuss personal matter,
Ensign, we have work that must be completed," she turned away from him but
Harry put his hand on her shoulder... gently, but it made her snap her head
around and give him such an icy glare that he immediately withdrew it.

   "Seven - I know...  as a *woman* a *human*, grown woman... you have
certain... "he searched for the appropriate, but delicate word,
"*needs*..." Seven seemed to be listening so he continued, "and I... I've
decided that I'm willing - no, *eager* to... help you satisfy those needs."

   Harry stared into Seven's cold eyes for several moments.  Seven regarded
him and looked him up and down in a way that Harry found mildly
discomfiting.

   "Very well," she suddenly replied, "I will keep that in mind for a
future occasion should my... *needs* arise."

   And, with that, Seven returned to her work.  Harry stood there
awkwardly, stunned at the matter-of-factness of Seven's reaction, "uh...
okay... cool, then..." He slowly sat back down and resumed his own work.

   ...

   Hours later, at nearly midnight, Harry had fallen asleep at his station.
He had wanted to impress Seven and he didn't want to leave until she had,
especially after her earlier threat to report her assessment of his
performance to the Captain.

   "Ensign Kim!" Seven's loud voice woke him with a jolt, drool running
down his chin and his heart nearly jumping out of his chest.  He looked up
to see Seven standing next to him, looking down on him.

   "I need you, NOW," Seven commanded coldly.

   Harry's cock suddenly twitched at this and he fumbled to rise to his
feet, stammering, "do you want - should I take off my clothes now?"

   "That will *not* be necessary," Seven informed him and placed her hand
on top of his head and pushed him down to his knees.

   "W-what?" Harry was so confused by her reply, he didn't even wonder why
he was on his knees or why she was turning her back to him.  When he looked
at her perfectly-rounded ass, now right in his face, he was surprised to
see her uniform open seemingly on its own, revealing both of her perfect,
smooth cheeks.  Apparently, her nanites could dynamically construct and
deconstruct her uniform on command - which explained its skin-tight
appearance.

   Suddenly, before he could even raise one of the dozens of questions
rushing to his still foggy mind, she shoved his face deep between her
generous ass-cheeks, his gaping mouth perfectly positioned right around her
dilating anus!  With horror, he felt her turd already pushing its way out
of her asshole, through his lips, across his teeth and along his tongue!

   As the terror of what was actually happening to him washed over him, he
snapped out of his daze and began to struggle, shrieking around the massive
turd forcing its way into his mouth, trying to pull his head away and
pushing on her powerful thighs with his hands.  But it was no use, her
Borg-augmented strength easily far outstripped his own and she held him in
place with a single hand.

   "Be STILL, Ensign!" the Borg woman commanded him, "you volunteered for
this duty.  But I suppose I should have expected your usual level of poor
performance in even this menial task.  My report to the Captain will not be
favorable."

   Harry gagged and choked and retched as the massive, firm log slid
effortlessly and quickly out of her stretched-out sphincter and down his
rebelling throat.  He couldn't believe it, but this statuesque, blonde Borg
goddess he'd been worshipping for so many weeks was crapping directly into
his belly!

   He had become accustomed to breathing around large obstructions in his
throat long ago - having to handle deep-throating both his friend Tom's
sizable dick as well as Tom's girlfriend B'Elanna's comically massive
Klingon kock, so he didn't suffocate.  But this was a fresh humiliation,
even for Kim, who had been subjected to what he thought was every
imaginable degradation in Tom & B'Elanna's increasingly creative and
perverse holodeck debaucheries.

   The doors to Astrometrics whooshed open and Torres froze in the doorway.
She had come to find Harry for their nightly escapades, but didn't expect
to find the scene before her!  She stood transfixed and instantly got wet
at the sight.

   "May I *help* you, lieutenant?" Seven spat out icily, annoyance evident
in her tone as she coolly and emotionlessly stood and shat down Harry's
bulging gullet.

   Harry realized there must be someone else in the room and began to plea
for help around the gut-busting turd lodged in his esophagus, but all that
came out were muffled gurgles.  He flailed his hands piteously, trying to
get the attention of whomever Seven was addressing.

   Torres, wide-eyed, shook her head and backed off, snickering.  The doors
closed behind her and Harry's heart sank as his hope for rescue evaporated.
He resigned himself to his fate even as he felt Seven's soiled shitter
bloom anew to pass yet another enormous log, thicker and fouler than the
first.  Before it was done, he'd be staggering back to his quarters with a
visibly bloated belly, several pounds heavier than he'd been before
reporting to duty.  The dense, heavy shit would take so long to digest, he
found he wouldn't be hungry for nearly two whole days...

   * * * * * Guy Talk, Part 2 * * * * *

   Harry and Tom sat at their usual lunch table in The Mess Hall.  Tom had
been badgering Harry about how it went last night; he'd heard Harry had
pulled an all-night duty shift with Seven.

   "Fine," Harry groaned, slouching and massaging his still-bloated belly.
After the fact, he'd found out all about Seven's scatological hijinks. 
Apparently, he was the only one who'd somehow missed out on the rumor mill.
Though, to be fair, his schedule was so packed with being humiliated and
raped on a constant basis that he had no social life remaining to speak
of...

   "Fine?  Fine?!" Tom elbowed him, "you think I'm going to let you go with
`fine'?  Come on, buddy, I want the juicy details!  Fill me in, man!  I'm
your best bud that's what friends are for, Harry!  If you can't tell me,
who can you tell?!"

   "Okay, okay," Harry acceded, if for no other reason than to shut Tom up
and stop drawing stares from snickering crewmembers, "look, I went to
Seven, told her how I felt and..."

   "Yeah?!" Tom stared at Harry wide-eyed and eager to hear what happened
next.

   "Nothing, look, nothing - I just - I *don't* want to talk about it,
okay?!" Harry blurted out.

   "Wow..." Tom sat back, "that shitty, hunh?" he muttered under his
breath, raising his eyebrows.

   Harry shot him a look - what did he mean by that?  Had he heard?!  Was
this another one of his embarrassing episodes spread around for the crew to
laugh and snicker about behind his back?  He was so tired of being the butt
of everyone's jokes!  The sly smiles and sniggers he heard as he passed,
the hurriedly whispered secrets and gasps between crewmembers, and the
alternating looks of either disgust or amusement he got as he passed people
in the corridors.  When would it all end?

   Suddenly, a large platter beset by a huge, steaming, foul-smelling brown
log dropped on the table before him, startling him!

   "Talaxian Meatloaf!" Neelix proclaimed with pride, "sure to cure
whatever's ailing your poor tummy, Mr.  Kim!" he said cheerily as he
patronizingly patted Harry's bulging gut.

   Harry nearly vomited and shoved the plate away, almost knocking it off
the table - Neelix barely caught it in time.  For his part, Tom broke out
into uncontrollable high-pitched laughter - sheer hysterics, trying to
catch his breath as he narrowly escaped falling back off his chair.  The
whole room broke into laughter and Harry wanted to crawl inside his own
skin and just die of embarrassment.

   Neelix, as usual the only person in the room with no idea what was going
on, whisked away his carefully-prepared meal and slinked off, insulted.

   "*Humans*," he muttered, "I'll *never* understand them!"

   Note: This ends the recap from Voyager Uncensored #5, the remaining
segments are all new.
Context: Right after episode 4x10 -"Random Thoughts"

   * * * * * Kes' Conception, Part 1 * * * * *

   Kes walked down the corridor on her way from Janeway's quarters to Sick
Bay.  She was trying to ignore everyone's stares.  She was showing now,
everyone on the ship knew she was pregnant from the obvious development of
her elogium.  Everyone except Neelix.  Fortunately, everyone had agreed to
keep Kes' presence on the ship from him as per the Captain's orders.

   Everyone also knew that Kes had been Janeway's personal bitch slave for
years.  But nobody knew who the father was.  There was a lot of
speculation, but nobody could have guessed the answer.  Kes, too, was in
the dark as to who had impregnated her - Janeway's pet chingador Pinganto
with his dual alien dog dicks or Janeway herself with her own oversized
replica of a dog cock that she had forced the Doctor to give her.

   She was far enough along in her pregnancy to find out.  In fact, she had
been for a few weeks, but was too scared to know.  On the one hand, she'd
love to have Janeway's child, if that were possible.  On the other hand, if
she had somehow become cross-species impregnated with puppies...!  She
couldn't even allow herself to think that.  It was just too horrible.

   She reached Sick Bay and hesitated.  Maybe she didn't want to know. 
Maybe she should turn back now and just not deal with it until the day she
gave birth.  Ocampans had very short pregnancies since they live such a
short time.  Even so, this pregnancy seemed to be moving along faster than
she had expected.  She stepped into Sick Bay.

   Ensign Samantha Wildman was there - Janeway had arranged for the
holodoctor to be called away on a house call (which he went to begrudgingly
- his initial love affair with his remote emitter that allowed him to leave
the Sick Bay quickly grew into annoyance at constantly being called away).
Seeing as how the Doctor had to be forced to give Janeway the highly
unusual procedure of growing an alien dog penis, the Captain didn't think
he should be present for the exam... just in case.

   To Kes' surprise, Janeway was there, too, chatting with Samantha. 
Samantha had been in training to be head nurse for some time, having a
background in biology.

   "Ah, Kes," Janeway said kindly as the Ocampan girl walked in.  Janeway
walked over to her, took her arm and helped her to the bed, "Ensign
Wildman, here, is ready to do the scan."

   "Umm..." Kes was uncomfortable with anyone else being in on this
depravity.  She was deeply ashamed of her situation and would have
preferred to have done the exam herself.  After all, she had trained under
the Doctor as a nurse and medic herself for a few years, "Does she have to
be here?"

   "Don't worry, Kes," Samantha assured her, "The Captain has filled me in
on all the details."

   "She HAS?!" Kes flushed beet red in embarrassment.

   "Yes," Samantha grinned perversely, "And I think it's GREAT.  So don't
be uncomfortable, I won't judge you."

   "You... you mean you don't think it's... wrong?" Kes asked meekly,
"Filthy?"

   "Oh, no, it's unbelievably filthy!" Samantha exclaimed cheerily, making
Kes flush even redder, "I just think it's fucking HOT, too!"

   Samantha picked up the medical tricorders and began scanning Kes'
elogium.  Janeway helped the shocked girl lie face down on the bed.

   "Ensign Wildman is a xenobiologist," Janeway informed Kes as Samantha
worked the tricorder, "if there's anyone qualified to handle our... unique
situation, it's her."

   "Yes, and don't forget," Samantha said absent-mindedly as the continued
her scan, "I'm one of the only women on board who have given birth since
we've been in this quadrant.  I'll be with you for the whole pregnancy and
delivery, so we'll get to know each other quite well."

   Kes was still as embarrassed as ever, but she gave in to Wildman's logic
and her Captain's will.  She laid there and let Samantha complete the scan.

   * * * * * Fantasy Number Seven * * * * *

   Tom looked around nervously as he approached the holodeck control panel.
He made sure nobody was coming, then tapped the panel and began to speak.

   "Computer, load up Paris program theta-two-sev-" he abruptly stopped as
a pretty redheaded crewmember passed and flashed him a smile.  He waved
politely.

   "Please repeat the request," the computer intoned impassionately.

   Tom tried again, "Paris program theta-two-seven-A."

   The computer chirped obediently and the holodeck doors slid open.  He
quickly slipped in and made sure the doors closed behind him before he
checked out his handiwork.

   There she was.  Seven of Nine.  Perfect body in a skin-tight silver
outfit that gave every man on board an instant, painful boner the moment
she walked in the room.  And now she was going to be all his.

   Tom fixed his uniform and started to walk up to her.  He had programmed
the scenario to be a realistic situation - Seven in the Mess Hall looking
out at the stars, other crewmen sitting around pretending to enjoy Neelix's
"cooking".

   He watched her standing there looking out at the stars, lonely, in need
of company (okay, he admitted to himself, that part was unrealistic - the
real Seven would never waste time staring out at the stars.  But he wanted
a romantic setting for the seduction but also wanted an audience to witness
him melt the ice queen and fuck her right there in front of everyone).  Her
body was perfect, her ass was particularly inviting, the silver outfit
riding up her ass crack and really showing off her every curve.

   As Tom approached her, he mentally chided himself for never thinking of
this before.  Why waste time raping a holographic Harry Kim when he could
have THIS incredible piece of ass any time, any way he wanted?  Let
B'Elanna do whatever she wanted with her Harry program, THIS was grade-A,
prime holoporn!

   Tom sidled up to Seven and slid his hand casually across her ass, "Hey,
sexy and lonely.  Wanna copulate?"

   Seven turned to Tom, "Lt.  Paris, I have been waiting for you."

   "What a coincidence," Tom said wryly, "I've been waiting for you all of
my life!"

   Seven turned her body to face Tom, but held his hand on her ass, "You
seem to be preoccupied with my posterior.  Do you find it appealing,
Ensign?"

   "Hell yes!" Tom effused.

   "Would you like to fuck me in the ass?" Seven offered almost clinically.

   "Lady," Tom said with a wide grin, "you don't have to ask ME twice!"
This holoprogram was moving much faster than he had designed it to, but he
wasn't going to complain!

   "Very well," Seven of Nine replied, turning to face the windows.  She
bent over and grabbed on to the wall to steady herself as she stuck her ass
way out.  The fabric around her ass melted away as her Borg nanites
deconstructed that part of her silver jumpsuit, "You may orally lubricate
my anus to prepare for the sodomy.  Please be thorough.  It is my first
time."

   Paris' eyes went wide and he looked around the room at all the people
eating there.  They were all gawking at the spectacle in front of them. 
Everyone he had programmed to be there were - Janeway, Kes, Harry, some
other senior crew, Jenny & Megan Delaney and all of his other former
girlfriends - even ones still back in the Alpha Quadrant.

   Tom smiled and went around back behind Seven, admiring her perfect,
rounded and muscular bare ass, "Seven, if there's one thing the ladies know
about Tom Paris," he said as he dropped to his knees and grabbed Seven's
cheeks, "I am VERY thorough when it comes to lovin!"

   Tom stuck his face in between Seven's cheeks and began licking and
kissing her browneye with frenzied vigor.  But he immediately felt Seven
reach back and grab his head with the iron grasp of a vice grip.  She
arched her back and looked over her shoulder down at him.  He was stuck
between her ass cheeks and couldn't breathe.  His eyes opened wide in
panic, up into Seven's merciless eyes.  Had he programmed her too
realistically?  He'd known she was quite dominant, but he thought he'd
taken care of that.  And without being able to speak, he couldn't tell the
computer to pause the program.  He only hoped the holodeck safety protocols
would kick in before he suffocated.

   "Mr.  Paris," Seven said as she looked down on him coldly, "did you
REALLY think you could write some perverse holodeck fantasy simulation of
me and I WOULDN'T find out about it?"

   Oh shit.

   "Since you are so infatuated with my posterior, I shall give you a most
intimate `taste' of what it's like to worship it," Seven's cold voice had
an edge to it - a threat that he knew she was ready to follow through on by
no uncertain terms.

   Immediately, her sphincter dilated and pushed into his squashed-open
mouth.  The Borg Amazon's powerful rectal muscles began to push a thick,
firm log of hard-packed shit into his captive mouth.

   Tom began to flail, slapping and pushing on Seven's steel-trap butt and
powerful, muscular thighs, but to no avail.  He started screaming around
the massive log invading his oral cavity, but the scream was soon cut off
as the foot-long turd pushed its way down his esophagus, closing his
windpipe.

   By now all of the people he had programmed to be witnesses to his sexual
prowess were crowded around Seven and her toilet boy and laughing, cheering
and egging Seven on.

   "Yeah, give it to him, Seven!" "Shit in that fucker's lying piehole!"
"Feed it to him!" "Yeah, he's always talking shit, about time he ate some!"
"Woo!" "Fuckin' toilet face!" "God that's hot!" "Oh my GOD, I can see it
going down his throat, look!" "Jesus, what a monster fucking turd that must
be!" "Choke him on that assload!"

   All the abusive voices blended into one as Tom's oxygen-deprived brain
began to lose its grip on consciousness.  He felt the obscene weight of the
first turd plopping into his stomach as the second massive turd was already
forcing its way into the back of his throat.  Seven's bowels could hold an
incredible amount of shit and it came out so fast, so forcefully!

   Now the women had stripped Tom of his pants and were slapping his ass
and fingering his asshole.  They held his arms behind his back and pushed
him even more firmly between Seven's sizable buttocks.  They laughed as
they watched his big prick get hard and commented on how much he must be
enjoying his shitmeal.  They fingered his ass as he swallowed the constant
stream of crap being crammed down his throat by the force of Seven's
powerful anal muscles.

   After about the fourth heavy turd forced its way into his now bloated
belly and two full minutes of oxygen deprivation, the fingering in his
asshole drove him over the edge and he came HARD, without anyone touching
his cock the whole time.  His semen exploded with so much force he felt it
spray up over his chest and onto his neck and chin.

   Then he passed out...

   When he started to come to, he was laying on the floor of the inactive
holodeck, the program was over.  How long had he been passed out for?  He
had the nastiest taste in his mouth and his belly was so overstuffed he
felt like he was about to barf.  And his chin and neck and chest were all
covered with his thick, cold, drying jizz.

   As he tried to reorient himself, he thought he heard faint voices.  When
he turned his head towards the light coming from the open doorway to the
corridor, he saw two figured standing there, talking to each other. 
Neither aware he had come to yet.

   "Thank you, Ensign Kim," Seven said to the other figure, "I would not
have known of Lt.  Paris' indiscretions if you had not alerted me."

   "No problem, Seven," Harry replied, "I'm just glad I could help."

   The two left and the holodeck doors closed.  Tom silently cursed Harry
and swore he'd get his revenge on him... as soon as he could move again.

   * * * * * Kes' Conception, Part 2 * * * * *

   Ensign Wildman had finished her scan and pulled Janeway aside to a
medical display console.  She brought up the results on the display and
discussed them with the Captain, out of earshot of her Ocampan patient. 
Kes lifted her head to see what they were saying.  They looked over at her
a couple times and seemed to be having a very serious discussion, with
Ensign Wildman going into long explanations of something or other.

   When they came back over, Kes was practically bursting at the seams in
suspense.

   "Well?!" she pleaded.

   "Congratulations," Ensign Wildman beamed, "you two are going to be
parents!"

   Kes was elated!  The child was Janeway's!  Her relief shone through her
expression and she began to cry in happiness.

   "Oh, Mistress, I'm so happy!" she cried as Janeway cradled her head.

   "Me, too, my little bitch, me too," Janeway pet her head as she embraced
her.

   "Now," Ensign Wildman explained, "this will be an unusual birth, so say
the least, these two species have never interbred before, so it'll be a
first, which is always potentially dangerous."

   Kes hadn't considered that.  Humans and Ocampans had never interbred
before, of course!  They were so different, she hoped there wouldn't be too
many complications.

   "I don't care," Kes proclaimed, "nothing would stop me from going
through with this!"

   Samantha smiled, "and I wouldn't dream of advising you to abort, don't
worry."

   Janeway spoke up, "what kind of complications do you forsee, Ensign?"

   "Well," Wildman explained, "the pregnancy seems to be going at an
accelerated rate.  This doesn't give us much time to prepare, but that
shouldn't be a problem otherwise.  I'd say you have another 3 weeks left."

   Three weeks!  The entire pregnancy was about half the normal Ocampan
gestation period.  One of the oddities of interspecies mating, she
presumed.

   "Also," Wildman continued, "nursing may be an issue, given the number of
offspring developing in the mitral sac, but-"

   "What?" Kes interrupted, "I'm having twins?  Triplets?"

   "Oh, no," Wildman corrected her, "I scanned 8 fetuses."

   "EIGHT!?" Kes nearly fainted!  How was she supposed to carry that many
children, much less give birth to them?!

   "No need to panic," Ensign Wildman assured her, "that's about average
for a chingador litter."

   "Ch-... CHINGADOR LITTER?!" Kes' face exploded in shock.

   "Yes," Ensign Wildman clarified, "You're having puppies, Kes.  Didn't
you know?"

   "KNOW?!!" Kes blurted, "NO!"

   "But, Kes," Wildman seemed confused, "How could you... what else did you
expect, given... your experiences?"

   "I thought..." Kes looked at Janeway desperately, but Janeway's
expression was inscrutable, "I thought I was having the Captain's baby..."

   "Oh," Ensign Wildman still seemed a bit confused, "but... you are.  At
least, as best we can tell."

   "What?" Kes was confused too, "how is that...?  I don't..."

   But none of this came as a surprise to Janeway.  Janeway, after all,
knew something Kes didn't.  Being a female, Janeway had no male DNA to make
her sperm fertile.  So she made the doctor use Pinganto's alien dog DNA as
the template.  There was no human DNA in her sperm at all.  She never
thought she could get Kes pregnant, but then she wasn't a xenobiologist
like Ensign Wildman.

   "Kes," Janeway held her slave's delicate jaw in her hand and locked
gazes with her, "My sperm is chingadorian sperm.  I didn't have any male
DNA to make a complete sperm, so I had the Doctor replicate Pinganto's
testes in my balls.  I've been pumping you full of alien doggie sperm for
months and I WANTED to impregnate you with puppies," Kes was shocked,
hearing this for the first time, only now when she was about ready to give
birth in a few short weeks.  But Janeway's dominant gaze and firm demeanor
suppressed Kes' instinctual urge to completely freak out in revulsion and
she listened obediently to her Mistress, "I WANT this, Kes.  I want you to
have my puppies.  I want you to be my complete bitch, and this is how
you're going to do it for me.  You will have these puppies, you will nurse
them and when you're ready, I will pump you full of more dog seed and turn
you into my little bitch puppy mill.  Do you UNDERSTAND?"

   Even Ensign Wildman's pussy quivered at the domineering tone of
Janeway's debased directives for Kes.

   "Yes, Mistress," Kes answered in complete sincerity, "anything for you.
I love you!" Kes hugged Janeway and the Captain rewarded her with a deep,
soulful kiss.

   Ensign Wildman didn't want to intrude on such a personal moment and
began to slip away, but Kes called out to her.

   "Wait, Samantha - I just need to know..  how is this even possible?" Kes
had done her own research, but this was pretty far out there and Ensign
Wildman was the xenobiology expert on the ship.

   "Well, it's a pretty amazing series of events, but it comes down to
chingadorian virility, Ocampan fertility and the adaptiveness of both
species," she brought up a display on the main Sick Bay screen.

   "Chingadors are considered one of the most virile species in the Delta
Quadrant.  So much so that they have occasionally caused epidemics due to
uncontrolled reproduction," Wildman explained, "Various cultures tried
spaying all the chingadorian females - no easy trick seeing as how they
have two whole sets of reproductive organs.  But, to their surprise, new
chingadors were still being born!"

   Kes and Janeway looked at each other quizzically.

   "Soon, the epidemic got so bad that bounties were put on chingador
females since they were much easier to catch," Wildman brought up the image
of a particularly fierce-looking individual who wore battle-worn armor, a
helmet with a slit for the eyes, a jetpack of some sort and a chingadorian
pelts hung from his shoulder, "and before long the chingadorian females
were all but wiped out from the Delta Quadrant.  And yet, even so,
chingadors were still being born."

   "But..  how?" Kes asked incredulously.

   "It turned out that the male chingadors weren't just mating with female
chingadors," Wildman explained, "they were mating with every female animal
they could mount on every planet they'd been introduced to.  Chingadorian
sperm is highly adaptable and has a way of recognizing alien eggs,
penetrating them and adapting their DNA to be compatible with chingadorian
DNA, overwriting anything that conflicts with their genes with their own
DNA."

   "Astounding," Janeway marveled at the sight Wildman brought up on the
screen - that of what appeared to be some sort of rabbit giving birth to a
chingador litter.

   Kes' guts churned at the thought of it.

   "Now, this should only be possible with mammals, and only mammals of
roughly the order of a dog or cat or rabbit or other mid-sized four-legged
mammal," Wildman went on, "and here's where it gets really great." She
brought up an image of an Ocampan female and her reproductive system.

   "Ocampan females are truly a marvel of the reproductive world," she
stated, "They only live 9 years and reach sexual maturity at about 4 or 5.
So they have to be incredibly fertile and have to be able to give birth
quickly.  Well they are so fertile because their eggs are unusually
adaptive - as adaptive as the chingadorian sperm!  Whenever any alien DNA
comes into contact with an Ocampan egg, it doesn't reject it like most
humanoid species would animal sperm, it draws it in, breaks it down to
decode its genetic makeup, then reprograms itself to be receptive to the
alien DNA.  If my research is right, I think an Ocampan female could become
pregnant by just about anything!  A Universal Mother, if you will."

   Kes was about to faint, but Janeway's embrace tightened around her and
she looked up at her Mistress.

   "I'm so proud of you, my little breeding bitch," Janeway smiled, her
pride in Kes genuine.  Kes could feel it and smiled, too, tearing up again
at being able to please her Mistress in this way.  They kissed again and
this time Samantha slipped away, leaving the two women to enjoy their very
unique moment of bizarre interspecies conception.

   * * * * * Harry of Nine * * * * *

   Harry slipped into bed, exhausted from a full day's work.  Not to
mention his daily holodeck abuse by Torres and her ridiculously oversized
Klingon holo-cock.  But he had actually gotten off a little easy these past
few days since Tom was still out of commission.  Harry allowed himself to
chuckle at the fate of his friend.  It served him right for setting him up
with Seven - not to mention the way he'd been abusing Harry for months
(unknowingly, granted, but still...)

   Harry's thoughts drifted to Seven's body.  Like Seven, he had taken the
place of his holographic counterpart in Tom's fantasy program so that he
could watch Tom's comeuppance himself.  He found it hard to watch Seven
force-feeding Tom so brutally - not because he felt bad for Tom, but
because the memory of his own forced toilet servitude at the Borg babe's
hand was still so fresh in his memory.

   But there was no denying she was an incredible specimen of womanhood. 
Easily the most bodacious, sexy woman on the ship.  He could see how anyone
would worship that body, do anything for her.  He reached down and began to
stoke himself at the thought of her body.  Her skin-tight suit doing
nothing to hide her ample tits and toned ass - how she jiggled and shook as
she strode confidently and purposefully through the ship.

   Harry began to moan as he worked his little member close to an orgasm,
but then he felt the familiar tingle of a transporter beam encompassing his
prostrate form.

   "No!" he cried out as he dematerialized.

   When he rematerialized, he was on the holodeck again.  Torres must have
decided to have a second, midnight session with him!  Why couldn't she just
leave him alone?!  He couldn't even jerk off in peace!

   He looked around as the holodeck filled in the scene around him before
the participant was allowed to enter.  He found himself in Astrometrics. 
It was a strange choice of locale - Torres had never used that setting
before.  Usually she was much more creative or sadistic in her choice of
rape venues - once she even programmed a scenario where she tied up his
parents and forced them to watch her rape him right in their own bedroom.

   "Program complete," the computer chirped and Harry turned and saw Tom
walk in, not B'Elanna!  He immediately began to panic.  What was the
scenario?  He had to figure it out quick so he could play along.  He looked
down to see what he was wearing as a clue.

   He was shocked to see he was dressed in a skin-tight silver jumpsuit...
and he had boobs!  Big, heavy ones.  When he caught his reflection in a
darkened display screen he saw he had a tight blonde hairdo and a Borg
implant over his left eye.  He was dressed as Seven of Nine, down to the
last detail, even her fat, heavy tits!

   Tom strutted up to "Harry of Nine" and placed his hand on "her" ass.

   "Hey, sexy and lonely, wanna copulate?" He said exactly the same way as
he had in his previous version of the holofantasy.

   Harry didn't know what to say.  How had he programmed him to respond? 
Did he expect Harry to respond as Seven would, or did he want her to be
slutty and receptive?  He took a guess and played it safe, doing his best
Seven impression.

   "Lt.  Paris, copulation serves no purpose," he impressed even himself
with his improvisational skills, "I am extremely busy at the moment. 
Please return to your duties and stop interfering with mine."

   "Oh, come on, Seven, you know you've wanted me since you came aboard,"
Tom pushed, now getting behind Harry.

   Well, at least I guessed right, Harry thought with relief, I guess I'm
supposed to play hard to get.  Fine by me.

   "Mr.  Paris," Harry intoned, "This is highly inappropriate, I suggest
you leave before I call security." For a second, Harry wondered what would
happen in the scenario if he actually *did* call security - would the
program allow them to come and put an end to this?

   But Tom cut off that line of thinking when he reached around Harry,
cupping one of his holo-tits in one hand and deactivating the comm channels
with the other.

   "Tsk tsk tsk, Seven, we don't want any uninvited guests now, do we?" Tom
used the reach to pull his body tight against Harry's.  Harry could feel
Tom's breath on his neck.

   Tom started kissing Harry's neck and Harry stiffened up.  Tom was
seducing him like he was really Seven of Nine!  He was really going to do
this!  Harry's groin twitched involuntarily as Tom's lips reached his ears.
Dammit, Harry cursed inwardly, but Tom is a damned good kisser...

   "Seven, baby," Tom whispered sulkily into Harry's ear, "can't you feel
how HARD I am for you?"

   Tom ground his impressive, hot erection between Harry's silver-coated
buttcheeks.  Tom really WAS getting turned on by seducing his best friend
in Seven's guise!

   "T-Tom," Harry stuttered in one last desperate attempt to prevent the
inevitable, "remove y-your hands from me th-this instant..." he ordered
weakly.

   "Bitch, I'M giving the orders here, now!" Tom growled in Harry's ear,
then he slapped him roughly in the face and threw him down over the
Astrometrics console, bent over and stunned.  Tom dug both hands between
Harry's crack and roughly grabbed the silver fabric and tore open a large
hole centered right on his quivering asshole.

   "Here's your lube, you computerized BITCH!" Tom spat a large gob of
saliva onto Harry's wrinkled sphincter with expert aim and then violently
shoved his large, raging hard cock all the way into Harry's rectum with one
forceful shove.

   "AAIIIOOWWW!" Harry screamed, tears forming in his eyes instantly.

   "Awww," Tom mocked him in a fake crying tone as he grabbed Harry around
the throat and yanked, bending him backwards awkwardly, "did I make the
poowr wittle Borg bitch cwy?  Boo-FUCKING-HOO!" He punctuated the last
couple words by pulling out and slamming all the way back into Harry's anal
canal with all his strength.

   Harry grunted and resigned himself to the fierce angry revenge fucking
he was about to get.  In Tom's mind, he was getting revenge on both Harry
and Seven at once.  Little did Tom know how literally he was taking out his
anger on the real Harry.

   Tom pounded Harry of Nine's ass with an absolute fury and tempo that
rattled Harry's bowels and shook his whole body.  He had NEVER been fucked
by Tom so hard.  He had never seen his friend so mad!  By the time Tom
screamed in his ear and exploded in Harry's abused bowels, his rock-hard
cock positively erupting with hot angry ball-lava, Harry was worn out just
from the ride itself.  Tom seemed to cum and scream forever, plowing his
full 10-inch engorged prick into Harry's ass to the hilt with each forceful
jet of torrid jizz.  Twelve times Tom shot a load into his best buddy's
deepest depths, a new record even for the usually copious ejaculator.

   When Tom finally stopped pumping, he held Harry there for several
minutes in his uncomfortable bent-over-backward position.  Tom's chin
rested on Harry's left shoulder and he was breathing hard from the extreme
exertion, sweating all over Harry's silver jumpsuited tits.

   Harry expected Tom to pull out and collapse, spent and satisfied as he
usually did.  But after 10 minutes of resting with his cock still buried to
the hilt in Harry's flooded fuckchute, Tom's cock was still as hard as
ever! Harry had a sinking feeling that this was going to be an all-nighter.

   Tom pumped a few more times, lazily and seductively in and out of
Harry's ass, churning the hot jizz percolating in his cross-dressed buddy's
bowels.

   "You like that, Seven?  That's just what you've been wanting, isn't it,
bitch?" Tom hissed into Harry's ear.

   Harry knew Tom well enough to know what was expected of him now, "Oh,
yes, Tom - you're just what I needed - I never knew it could be like
this..."

   Tom smiled broadly, "honey, this is just the *beginning*!  I've got a
whole *Universe* of pleasure to show you!" He shoved his tongue in Harry's
ear, digging around as he simultaneously ground his hips against his ass,
working his fat cock in a circular motion inside Harry's anal canal,
stirring up the mixture of steamy cum and well-churned shit that coated the
passage now.

   Abruptly he slapped Harry across the face again and roughly pulled out
of Harry, spinning him around and pushing him down, "On your knees, BITCH!"

   Harry dropped to his knees, knowing what was coming next.  Even so, it
shocked him when Tom grabbed him by the head, forced open his mouth and
literally shoved his sticky, shitty, fully erect cock right down his throat
with an expert throat-fucker's technique acquired from years of experience.
No doubt a dog like Tom had throat-raped a countless number of gullible
co-eds in his Starfleet Academy days.

   Harry choked and gagged on the long, hard member thrusting down his
gullet, but Tom had bent his head back and positioned himself directly over
his mouth so that he could fuck straight down Harry's throat with the least
amount of resistance.  He was pile-driving his cum-and-crap-coated cock
right down Harry's esophagus with long, deep strokes that got faster and
rougher with each push.  Obscene choking and gurgling sounds ejected
involuntarily from Harry's violated gullet and these seemed only to turn
Tom on more, driving him to fuck Harry's face harder and rougher, a
constant stream of obscenities and insults spewing forth from his
spittle-flinging mouth.  He was in full-on fuckrage.

   "FUCKING CHOKE ON MY SHITTY DICK, YOU FUCKING STUCK UP BITCH!  TAKE IT!
EAT IT!  YOU LIKE THAT, HUNH?  YOU LIKE THE TASTE OF YOUR OWN ASS, DON'T
YOU!  ALWAYS STICKING IT IN EVERYONE ELSE'S FACES, NOW YOU GET A TASTE FOR
YOURSELF, YOU GODDAMN FUCKING SHIT-EATING WHORE!!!!"

   As Tom lost himself in his revenge-fuck fugue, his earlier words about
what he would do to Seven if he'd gotten a chance to fuck her came flooding
back into Harry's mind with awful clarity.

   I would have STARTED with anal, Harry remembered Tom bragging, Ass to
mouth, belly down, pile driver - EVERY position, really turn her into a
total anal FREAK... slam her ass, up against the wall, on the ground - ride
that tight fucking ass of hers - reach around and hold onto those gigantic
Borg implants of hers... Tit-fuck her, deep throat, the fucking works!  I
would have turned that Borg whore OUT!

   And, as Tom shot his second massive load of the long night straight down
Harry's stuffed throat, his balls hanging over Harry's chin and his pubes
tickling the poor cross-dresser's nostrils, Harry realized that Tom was
going to follow his perverted script to the letter.

   Tom grunted with each thrust as he held Harry's head with all his
strength and ground his pelvis into his friend's face - smearing the
make-up that made him look like Seven of Nine - or, at least, a pathetic
cross-dresser's attempt to emulate the voluptuous Borg goddess.

   Harry went limp, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop the
throat-raping, cum-dumping he was getting from his enraged friend.  Even if
he did try to fight back, it would give him away.  He knew Tom would have
programmed the scenario to turn Seven into his helpless bitch once he'd
taken her.

   So he didn't fight it as Tom finally withdrew his still-swollen 8-inch
cock from Harry's slack jaw, trailing obscene ropes of mucus and cum, then
flipped him around, threw him on the ground and pinned him there.  He only
managed a weak "please, no" as Tom grabbed him by the hair and yanked his
head back while he pinned Harry's legs with his own then proceeded to ram
his thick cock all the way into Harry's exposed ass anew.  He planted it to
the root roughly and firmly then held it there.

   Harry felt Tom stiffening inside him again almost immediately as the
dominant man leaned forward growled in his ear, "say `please' again, bitch,
I wanna hear you say it!"

   "P-please," Harry gasped through the pain from both the rough sodomizing
and the pain in his scalp and neck of being pulled back so awkwardly.

   "Please WHAT?" Tom demanded.  Harry felt Tom's cock throb in his rectum
as he punctuated the question.

   "Please... stop," Harry begged.

   "No, bitch," Tom sneered, "you beg me to FUCK you!"

   Harry's heart sank.  So this would be one of THOSE scenarios.  Harry had
no choice but to play along or give himself away as being the real Harry
and not just Tom's perverted facsimile.

   "P-Please, Tom," Harry choked out, "Please....  Fuck me."

   "What's that, bitch?" Tom yanked back on Harry's head, "I didn't HEAR
you!"

   "P-PLEASE!" Harry squealed in pain, "FUCK ME!"

   "FUCK WHAT?" Tom yelled.

   "FUCK MY ASS!" Harry yelled back, "FUCK MY DIRTY ASSHOLE WITH YOUR BIG
HARD COCK!  I NEED YOU TO SLAM ME!"

   "YEAH, that's it!" Tom started to grind his hips, his cock rapidly
hardening back to its full size and vigor - Harry had always been impressed
at Tom's stamina and how quickly he could recover after coming, "Tell me
how much you NEED my dick!"

   "PLEASE!  I NEED your cock!" Harry played along, trying to sound
sincere.

   "WHY, you Borg BITCH!?" Tom demanded, "Tell me WHY you need to feel my
COCK inside your NASTY FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Tom punctuated each emphasized
word with a hard thrust into Harry's bowels.

   Harry moaned, yelping with each thrust "OH, Tom, you're such a STUD,
your big fat COCK makes me FEEL like a real GIRL- UNGH!" Harry grunted as
Tom picked up the pace and force.

   Now Tom raised himself up so that he was up on his elbows and toes, so
that he could put the entire weight of his body into each thrust.

   "Show me, CUNT!" Tom ordered Harry, "reach back and hold those thick
cheeks of yours apart so I can get this thing ALL the way in you!"

   "Y-Yes, Master," Harry obeyed, reaching behind him (which made it harder
to brace himself against Tom's weight and made the position even more
uncomfortable).  He blushed as he willingly grabbed his own ass-cheeks, a
whole cheek in each hand and pulled his ass open, leaving him completely
exposed and vulnerable to Tom's abuse.

   "Yeah, that's it," Tom smiled as he looked down to see the ersatz Seven
obey him without hesitation, "You must REALLY want my cock, don't you,
SLUT?"

   "Yes, PLEASE," Harry groaned, "I've never been fucked before, I had no
idea what I was missing!  You've made me a woman, Tom!  GIVE it to me, you
fucker!"

   "If you say so!" Tom grinned evilly as he slammed his entire cock into
Harry now, getting another two inches into the pinned punk's rectum, his
pubic hairs now right up against Harry's stretched-out asshole, his pelvis
slamming up against Harry's tailbone, his balls slapping heavily against
Harry's own ballsack, still encased in its silvery skin-tight fabric.

   "OOOHHHH FUUUUCCCKKK!!!" Harry exhaled in all earnestness at the feeling
of being so fully penetrated.

   "Go on, I wanna hear you BEG for my load, bitch!" Tom began pulling
almost all the way out, then slamming his whole body back down on the
trapped Borg impersonator, knocking the wind out of Harry with each thrus.

   "PLEASE - UNGH - GIVE ME YOUR FAT - UNGH - PRICK!" Harry grunted through
the punishment,"POUND MY NAUGHTY ASS!  PLOW ME, YOU STUD!  I WANNA F-UNGH!-
FEEL YOU INSIDE ME!  C-UNGH!- CUM IN MY TIGHT ASS, MASTER!  UNGH!  FLOOD MY
B-BOWELS WITH YOUR-UNGH!  YOUR HOT SEED!  MAKE ME YOUR DIRTY - UNGH - ANAL
BORG BITCH SLAVE!!!"

   "YEAH, YEAH, HERE IT COMES, BITCH!" Tom growled right into Harry's ear.

   "OH GOD, YES, PLEASE!" Harry sighed, fully invested in the role now.

   Tom was fucking at full power and speed, now, raising his whole body up
and slamming back down into Harry, driving his silver-material encased dick
into the floor.  Tom was pumping at full tempo, his cock a blur
jackhammering in and out of Harry's rippling exposed asshole.

   "RAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!" Tom screamed as he had yet another mind-blowing,
massive climax inside his best friend's asshole.  He shot jet after
powerful jet of thick, hot jism deep into Harry's bowels, a direct colon
injection of passion-and-rage-fueled boiling cocksauce.

   Harry groaned as he felt each throb of Tom's long, fat cock - buried
into him to the hilt.  He could feel the pulse of the cumshot shoot from
the base of Tom's cock by his sphincter, up through his anus, through his
rectum, then felt Tom's fat cockhead expand and finally felt the impressive
wad explode into his colon, flooding his guts with a perverse sloshing
warmth.

   "THIS IS WHAT YOU NEEDED, ISN'T IT, BITCH!" Tom yelled as he rode his
long orgasm for all it was worth.

   "YES!  YES!" Harry complied, still holding his asscheeks open wide for
Tom as his best friend emptied his massive load inside him, "FILL ME UP! 
THANK YOU!  THANK YOU FOR YOUR MANLY LOAD, MASTER!"

   "FUCKING WHORE!!!" Tom yelled right into his face as he lost all control
and was at the mercy of his own body's explosive orgasm.

   Harry and Tom were locked in a carnal embrace of mutual lust and pure
bestial mating, entwined in ecstasy, humping and grinding and thrusting as
one entity lost in total fuck-hunger.  Tom rode his helpless friend's ass
with wild abandon as he emptied the largest load of his life into his
already-violated bowels, and Harry obediently held himself open for his
friend's use.

   When Tom's ejaculations finally subsided into involuntary twitches
inside Harry's rectum, he collapsed, drenched in sweat on his friend. 
Harry's hands were pinned where they had been - still holding his own
cheeks apart.  Tom's full weight came to rest on Harry, and his perpetually
engorged cock was still buried in him to the root.

   "Goddamn..." Tom exhaled, breathing heavily, his head hanging over
Harry's shoulder, his face next to his.  He grabbed Harry by the hair again
and turned his head so he could look him right in the eyes.  Harry met his
friend's gaze and saw something in there he hadn't seen before... more than
angry lust, more than sadistic, perverse pleasure... what was it?

   "I think that was the best fucking orgasm of my LIFE!" Tom smiled,
seeming surprised himself.

   Harry didn't know what to say.  What was he supposed to say?  What was
Seven supposed to say to something like that?

   "I-" Harry began, but he was shocked as he was cut off by Tom pulling
Harry's face to his - Tom began *kissing* Harry!  A deep, passionate kiss,
shoving his tongue into Harry's mouth and probing it, kissing him like
he... like he was in love!

   Harry was in a complete state of shock and confusion!  Tom had never
done anything like this before.  He had fucked Harry in just about every
way imaginable, had used him in perverse, sick ways - but NEVER had he done
something so... so *intimate*... Harry found himself awash in conflicting
emotions.  Shock at Tom's actions.  Repulsion at the intimacy of the kiss
with another man.  But also pride at the thought that he had given Tom his
greatest orgasm of his life.  Which is saying a lot as Tom was known to be
quite the lady's man.  He had bragged to Harry early on about the literally
hundreds of cadets he had fucked in Starfleet Academy.  Not to mention his
ongoing relationship with B'Elanna Torres.  Was Harry really a better lay
than her?!  In a way, it made sense - he was pretty sure Tom was spending
more time fucking him than her nowadays.  Yes, Harry realized, he *was*
proud, in a sick, humiliating way.  And as he let himself become self-aware
after following that train of thought, he found he was *returning* the
passion of Tom's kiss, pressing back against Tom's lips, entwining his
tongue with Tom's aggressive one, welcoming the oral invasion.  He moaned
as he surrendered to the passion of the moment and felt his own cock
stiffening.

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   The two remained this way for a long, intimate moment as B'Elanna
watched from her room on her console.  She had long ago begun monitoring
and recording Tom's sessions with Harry so she could masturbate to them
later or watch the replays with Tom, or fuck Harry while they watched them
together.  She had been masturbating, fingering herself slowly.  She wanted
the experience to last, she knew how long these sessions could go - knowing
Tom's creativity and stamina.

   But that last exchange bothered her a bit.  Did Tom really mean it?  Had
he really just had the best orgasm of his life..  in HARRY?!  What about
*her*?  She should be offended.  She should be ANGRY!  But as she watched
the two men share their intimate, passionate kiss, all she felt was
arousal. It was just so fucking HOT!  So what if Tom had a blast fucking
poor Harry?  So did she!  And when she saw Harry start to return the kiss
with equal passion, she lost her control over her own pleasure and came
hard all over her fingers, frigging and fingering herself with desperate
fervor.

   As she came down from her full-body, bone-rattling orgasm, she opened
her eyes to see Tom standing over Harry, holding the now thoroughly
disheveled Borg cross-dressing victim by the hair so that he was kneeling
weakly in front of him.  Tom's cock was still engorged and she could tell
from Tom's expression and Harry's wide-eyed, desperate upward eye-lock with
Tom and his bobbing Adam's apple that Tom was relieving a full, bursting
bladder down the poor, abused she-male Borg's throat.  B'Elanna loathed the
real Seven, her haughty attitude and superiority complex just pushed all of
the Klingon's buttons.  If B'Elanna thought she could take the bitch, she'd
do what Tom was doing to Harry right now.  As it was, it was satisfying,
one some level, to see even a drag queen "Harry of Nine" be used and
humiliated in the Borg bitch's place.

   Torres switched off the monitor so she could save the rest for later. 
She could already feel her loins tingle again at the kinky sight of Tom
using Harry as his personal urinal, and she didn't think she could take
another orgasm right then.

   As she walked to the bathroom to clean up, she looked at herself in the
mirror.  What had been the best orgasm of *her* life?  Immediately, she
realized it was probably one of her own experiences on the holodeck.  There
was something about the fantasy context, the unlimited potential for kink
and perversion that a world without limits and consequences provided.  But
was her best orgasm one when she would run her Klingon rape programs and be
gang-raped?  Or were they when *she* was raping Harry with her oversized
Klingon holodick?  Of course, those weren't real orgasms like a real man
would feel.  Those were just the holodeck taking the input from the
holographic penis' kinetic fields and translating it into vaginal and
clitoral stimulation for her.  For all the times she had fucked the shit
out of poor Harry, she had never REALLY experienced what it was like to
have a male climax like Tom had just had.  And THAT thought, the unfairness
of it... THAT made her angry...

   ----------------------------------------------

   Over the next 6 hours, Tom followed exactly the lengthy, punishing and
highly detailed regimen for thoroughly using Seven that he had laid out for
Harry in the Mess Hall that day.  The whole fucking works.  Tom turned
"Harry of Nine" out like a 2-credit Terrelian alley whore.  Later, Harry
would remember the tit-fucking in particular as feeling really strange,
seeing has how they were holo-simulated giant Borg tits.  But it was
perhaps *the kiss* that would stick with Harry the longest.

   It was an experience Harry would get to know well, however.  Because for
the next several months, "Harry of Nine" became Tom's new favorite
holoprogram...

   * * * * * To Love, Honor and OBEY, Part I ** * * * Context: Right after
episode 4x14 -"Message In A Bottle"

   Captain Janeway waved to Neelix as he boarded the shuttlecraft.

   "Goodbye, fair crew!" Neelix proclaimed cheerily, "don't worry, I won't
be gone long!  I'm sure crewman Harrison will make an adequate substitute
cook in my absence, if not a gourmet chef like myself.  But the ingredients
Seven's scans detected in this system will be well worth the wait!  Imagine
how amazing my Bogrub Pie will taste when I can get some fresh dung worms
straight from the source!"

   "Oh my god, did he say dung worms?" Tom choked, vomiting in his mouth a
little.  Torres elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up.

   "Bye, Neelix!" Torres cheerily waved back.

   "Captain, if I may-" Tuvok began.

   "My decision is final, Tuvok," Janeway interrupted him.

   "But, surely, Captain, some other crewman could-" Tuvok debated.

   "Tuvok, I need someone I can trust," she insisted.

   "But... Captain..." Tuvok searched for the right words, "two weeks alone
with Neelix in a shuttlecraft is enough to test even the limits of Vulcan
sanity."

   "If anyone can handle it, Tuvok," Janeway patted him on the shoulder
sympathetically, "it's you.  Besides, he's going to need protection.  But
more importantly, I need you to make absolutely certain he's gone for the
full two weeks.  If things go too well, make sure to slow it down.  A
little misdirection, get lost a bit, even sabotage the shuttle if you need
to."

   "Captain, I'm not one to disobey an order-" Tuvok started.

   "GOOD." Janeway stated firmly, "because this is a DIRECT order, Lt. 
Commander."

   Tuvok sighed in resignation, "very well.  Farewell, Captain."

   Janeway nodded and Tuvok joined Neelix in the shuttle.

   "Ah, Mr.  Vulcan!  Welcome aboard to the USS Adventure," Neelix saluted
him, "Captain Neelix at your service!"

   Tuvok shot one last look at Janeway, his disgust showing through in even
his usually placid expression, then the doors closed.

   As the shuttle left the hangar bay, Janeway turned to the assembled
crew.

   "Okay, get to work!  The big day is only 3 days away!" Janeway ordered,
"and it's got to be PERFECT!"

   The crew responded with a chorus of "ayes" and hurried away.

   Janeway walked into the corridor and was accompanied by Chakotay.

   "Captain," he said, catching up to her.

   "Yes, Chakotay?" she smiled at him.

   "I have to ask, what made you take this step?" Chakotay asked.

   "Well," Janeway mused, "I suppose it was many different things, all
coming together at once.  You know I found out about my husband."

   "Mark?" Chakotay recalled.

   "Yes," Janeway replied, her tone of voice turning a bit dark, "He
remarried the same year we went missing.  Obviously, he didn't hold out
hope of my return."

   "Well," Chakotay tried to rationalize, "Maybe he just found it easier to
let go than to grieve and-"

   "Don't defend him," Janeway spat, "Or I'll demote you, Commander."

   Chakotay smiled at this, "Okay, so he's an asshole."

   "Yes, he is," Janeway sneered, "and when I get back, he's going to pay.
He AND his little Risan whore...

   "So..  what else?" Chakotay prodded, wanting more insight into the
motives behind the Captain's momentous decision.

   "Hmm?" Janeway replied, "Oh, yes.  Well, I figured with Kes being in
her... delicate state, it was about time I made an honest woman out of her,
don't you think?"

   "Heh, I suppose so," Chakotay nodded, "So you're sure she's the one? 
The one you want to spend the rest of your life with?"

   "What's the matter, Chakotay?" Janeway teased, "Jealous?"

   "I'll admit, I did entertain the idea for a while," Chakotay blushed.

   Janeway stopped and turned to face her first officer, "Oh, Chakotay,"
she grabbed his jaw and squeezed, "you'll always be my hunky fucktoy, you
can stop by any time and give me and the missus a ride," she kissed him on
the lips, "but Kes is my soulmate and I'm marrying that little bitch
because I love her!"

   Chakotay smiled, "And I wish you both all the best, Kathryn," he said
with total sincerity, "I do."

   Janeway gave him a soft smile and light slap on the cheek, then turned
and strode down the hall.  Chakotay smiled, shook his head and went his own
way.

   * * * * * To Love, Honor and OBEY, Part II * * * * *

   The Doctor was admiring his reflection in a darkened medical display
when he saw the doors open behind him.

   "Kes!" he said cheerily, "How goes the pregnancy?  I don't think I've
had you in for an exam in a while."

   "Oh, that's all going great, Doctor," she replied, "I'm due any day
now!"

   "Really?" The Doctor seemed surprised and a bit worried, "I really
should examine you, it's a good thing you stopped by!"

   "Oh, no," Kes held out a hand - she didn't want him knowing the nature
of her bizarre pregnancy - especially for what she was about to ask,
"that's not necessary - Ensign Wildman has been volunteering as my midwife.
Anyway, that's not why I'm here."

   "Oh?"

   "I... well, you know I'm getting married," Kes blushed a bit.

   "Yes!  To the Captain!" The Doctor beamed, "you must be very proud!  You
two will make an excellent couple.  Though I must say I didn't see it
coming.  I thought for certain you and Neelix-"

   "NO," Kes blurted out, a flash of disgust washing over her face before
she could suppress it, "I mean... no, the Captain and I... have grown very
close."

   "I see," The Doctor relented, "well, I wish you both the best.  But if
you're not here for an exam, what can I help you with?"

   "Doctor, of everyone on board," Kes began, "You're... well, a mentor, a
friend... an advisor and... well, the closest thing I have to a father. 
I'd like you to give me away."

   The Doctor's face lit up - he had never had anyone express such genuine,
raw affection for him.  He was touched.  If he had been programmed to
simulate tearing up, he would have.  Instead he took Kes' hand gently,
"Kes, it would be my absolute honor and priviledge."

   Kes' smile spread from ear to ear and she leaned forward and gave The
Doctor a big kiss on the cheek, "Oh, thank you, THANK YOU, Doctor!  This
means so much to me!"

   "Of course, it's the least I can do," he smiled back.

   Kes started to leave and The Doctor called after her, "what about
Neelix, how does he feel about this?"

   "Oh," Kes replied over her shoulder as she slipped out of Sick Bay,
"he's not invited!"

   The Doctor stood there in stunned silence and shook his head, shrugged
and went back to admiring his reflection.

   "Father Of The Bride..." he puffed up his chest and smoothed his
receding hair with an air of pride.

   * * * * * To Love, Honor and OBEY, Part III * * * * *

   Janeway stood at the altar, an image of elegance in her tailored tux. 
The jacket opened at the breast to emphasize her tits just so and was short
enough to show off her ass in her tight trousers.  Her hair was pulled up
into a formal but stylish and feminine up do.  She was nervous, but didn't
let it show.  Why should she be?

   All of her friends - her family, her Voyager family sat in the rows of
chairs on the Botanical Garden's lawn.  Janeway could have chosen anywhere
in the known Galaxy to simulate as the venue for their wedding on the
Holodeck, but she had chosen the Botanical Garden because of its
significance to Kes and its new role in their life as the place they go on
their walks twice a day.

   Chakotay stood on the dais behind the sacred fire holding a Cherokee
Wedding Vase.  Janeway had thought long and hard about who should officiate
the wedding.  She wasn't religious herself, but as she couldn't perform her
usual duty as the Captain of being the one to unite the bride and groom,
she decided something more meaningful would be ideal.  After all, it was a
special union, to say the least.  She chose Chakotay both because of his
closeness with her and because she felt the ancient Native American
traditions were somehow closer to the primal nature of her relationship
with Kes.  Chakotay had graciously agreed to be the one to unite them.

   The string quartet of crewmen began to play "Here Comes The Bride" and
all eyes turned to see Kes being walked down the aisle by The Doctor.  The
Doctor was in a tuxedo as well, but looked quite flustered.  It was likely
because Kes' "gown" was really the slutty white bridal undergarments she
wore that first night Janeway had fucked her with her new chingador doggy
dick.  The corset left her perky, pierced breasts exposed, nipples hard and
pointed straight out.  She wore lacy long white gloves that went all the
way up to her shoulders, which matched the lacy long white stockings that
went right up to her buttocks but stopped there to keep her bare ass and
hairless pierced pussy exposed.  A large black dildo plugged her asshole,
spreading her cheeks obscenely, a long white lace train hanging from it and
dragging behind her.  Her long blonde hair was worn down, but had daisies
woven into it.  Her powder blue lace choker stood out as a splash of color
amongst the pure white.  Her wrists were bound before her in black leather
cuffs.  Tied through the cuffs' metal rings was a red rope, which The
Doctor was holding, if reluctantly.

   Kes was the picture of beauty and innocence while at the same time an
incredibly sexually provocative image of decadence and perversity.  Exactly
everything Janeway loved about her.

   When they reached the altar, The Doctor awkwardly handed Kes' rope to
Janeway and scrambled over to his seat, trying to hide his embarrassment.

   The string quartet ended their song and Chakotay spoke.

   "Gathered friends and family.  Today we come together to bear witness to
the joining of these two lovers, whose spirits have found each other in the
unlikeliest of places and have intertwined and become inseparable.  In the
old traditions of my people, we have chosen the ceremony of the Seven
Steps," he turned to Janeway, "The groom will begin."

   Janeway and Kes nodded and approached the circular fire.  They
simultaneously each took one step and Janeway spoke a vow, "O my beloved,
our love has become firm by your walking one with me.  Together we will
share the responsibilities of the lodge, food and children," Janeway
thought of her great lodge, Voyager, and the family she had made since
being stranded in the Delta Quadrant.  While the incident that predicated
the voyage was an accident and a tragedy, meeting Kes and bonding with her
crew these past years has made it a blessing, "May the Creator bless noble
children to share.  May they live long."

   Kes responded with her first vow, "This is my commitment to you, my
Mistress.  Together we will share the responsibility of the home, food and
children.  I promise that I shall discharge all my share of the
responsibilities for the welfare of the family and the children," Kes
thought of the growing litter inside her that she was about to birth and
her pussy got wet at the sheer kinkiness of her devotion to this amazing
woman before her.  They each took another step.  Janeway spoke, "O my
beloved, I will love you and you alone as my wife.  I will fill you with
strength and love: this is my commitment and my pledge to you.  May the
Creator protect the lodge and children." Kes responded, "My Mistress, at
all times I shall be filled by your love and strength," Kes could not help
but think of Janeway's "strength" as her hard, oversized chingador cock...
And the "love" that would be filling her was Janeway's chingador jizz...  "
n your happiness I shall rejoice.  May the Creator bless you and our
honorable lodge." A third step and Janeway spoke, "O my beloved, as you
walk with me in life, our fortunes and prosperity will grow.  May the
Creator bless us.  May we train our children well and may they grow
strong." Kes wondered how exactly you train chingador puppies, "My
Mistress, I love you with single-minded devotion as my Mistress.  I will
treat all others as my brothers and sisters.  My devotion to you is pure
and you are my joy.  This is my commitment and pledge to you." A fourth
step, then Janeway spoke: "O my beloved, it is a great blessing that you
have walked with me.  May the Creator bless you.  You have brought love and
passion into my life." It was true.  Before Kes, Janeway had never really
enjoyed sex particularly.  And before Kes she never felt the depth of
passion she felt presently.  "O my Mistress, in all acts of devotion, in
total obedience to you, in every form of your enjoyment, and in those
divine acts such as sacrifice, worship and submission, I promise you that I
shall obey and I will always be yours." Kes spoke the words of submission
and devotion with complete and total earnestness.  She meant every single
word of it.  She would be completely devoted to this dominant woman for the
rest of her days.  Kes' last vow caused some muttering amongst the
assembled crew who were not yet aware of Kes and Janeway's
dominant/submissive relationship, including The Doctor who was simply
flabbergasted.  Many had just assumed that Kes was a but of a whore,
dressing in such revealing and kinky styles.  On the fifth step "O my
beloved, may the Creator bless us with many offspring.  May the Creator
bless us with fertility and make us fruitful." Kes smiled as she knew this
blessing had already come true with the 8 chingador puppies gestating
inside of her, "O my Mistress, I pray for our fruitfulness and fertility
and I will bear you a great many offspring, as many as The Creator and my
Mistress desires." Janeway smiled at this, her chingador cock stiffening in
her tight trousers, causing a quite visible bulge.  A sixth step, then
Janeway spoke: "O my beloved, you have filled my heart with happiness.  May
I fill your heart with great joy and peace, and your womb with life, time
and time again.  I will join with you and fill you as often as the Creator
wishes of us for us to be fruitful.  May the Creator bless us and our
unions." "My Mistress, the Creator blesses our every union.  May I fill
your heart with great joy and peace as you fill me with your potency and
life.  I promise that I will always be yours." Kes was really getting
turned on, now, flushing at all this talk of being filled...  Janeway and
Kes then took the seventh, and final, step... Janeway reached out and took
Kes' hands, untying the red rope.  Then she spun Kes around and pulled the
young Ocampan's arms behind her back, bent such that Kes could grab her
opposite elbow with each hand.  The position made Kes arch her back,
displaying her perky pierced tits to the wedding attendants shamelessly. 
Janeway laced the red rope through the cuff rings expertly, tightening it
firmly to ensure Kes had no wiggle room.  This caused more murmuring in the
room.  Many were wondering what kind of weird Native American wedding
ritual this was that it involved tying up the bride!  Janeway turned Kes
back around and continued, "O my beloved slave, as you have walked the
seven steps with me, our love and union have become inseparable and firm.
We have experienced spiritual union in the Creator and bodily union in our
lodge.  Now you have become completely mine.  May our marriage last
forever." Kes smiled through tears of joy, "My Mistress.  By the law of the
Creator, and the spirits of our honorable ancestors, I have become your
wife, your lover, your slave, yours entirely.  Whatever promises I gave you
I have spoken them with a pure heart.  All the spirits are witnesses to
this fact.  I shall never disobey you, nor will I disappoint you.  I shall
love and cherish you forever." Everyone clapped, tears running down cheeks,
sniffles abound and handkerchiefs being deployed.

   Chakotay raised his hands and quieted the audience, "Let it be known by
all that these two spirits are now joined forever in a union of love and
passion.  Let nothing tear asunder what The Creator has blessed.  You may
now exchange your gifts."

   Janeway reached into her pocket first and produced a black collar with
silver spikes.  Kes bowed so that Janeway could put it on her.  Janeway
clasped it around the Ocampan's delicate neck and Kes straightened back up.
From a silver loop on the front of the collar hung a black metal padlock
engraved with a silver paw and ornate silver writing that spelled "BITCH".
The key was still in it.

   Kes then looked over at Samantha Wildman, her maid of honor.  The two
had become close friends and confidantes in their maternity sessions, Kes
detailing all of her kinky escapades to Samantha, and Samantha listening
without judgement...  in fact encouraging Kes.  (Samantha got something out
of the relationship as well - endless frigging material for fantasizing
about at night...  Sometimes she wished she were in Kes' place!  Not that
she wanted to be a slave...  But to be fucked like an animal...  BY an
animal...  the fantasies awakened something in the lieutennant that she had
never suspected dwelt inside her.)

   Samantha took her cue (Kes could not give the gift herself, being
helplessly bound) and the tall blonde produced a long silver chain leash.
She unlocked the padlock, slipped the fastener at the end of the leash into
the padlock, then locked it and handed both the key and leash handle to
Janeway, curtsying as she did so.

   Janeway accepted the leash and key and put the key in her breast pocket.

   The gasps and muttering had reached a new peak, but Chakotay spoke
again, silencing them, "In the presence of The Creator and the spirits of
our ancestors, I now pronounce you husband and wife, Mistress and slave,"
he turned to Janeway who met his gaze, "You may now kiss the bride."

   Janeway smiled and turned back to Kes.  She yanked hard on the leash,
pulling the Ocampan girl to her and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her
head back roughly.  She devoured the girl's mouth, shoving her tongue down
her throat and tongue-fucking her mouth with wild abandon.  Kes moaned and
squirmed in Janeway's forceful embrace.

   Abruptly, Janeway pulled Kes' head away, her mouth still gaping and
dripping with their shared spit.  She simultaneously forced the pretty
bride to her knees and unzipped her skintight trousers.  When she pulled
out her oversized dog cock, loud gasps and cries of shock came from the
audience and a few attendees straight up fainted!

   "Good God!" The Doctor exclaimed.  He turned to Samantha who was
grinning broadly, holding a bunch of flowers, "Did you know about this?!"
he asked her in astonishment.  The Doctor tried to imagine what kind of
bizarre transporter accident might have transformed the Captain in such an
obscene manner.

   Samantha simply grinned and shrugged innocently, not taking her eyes off
the show before her.  She held Pinganto's collar in one hand.  The now
fully-grown and rather large chingaor sat on the wedding platform beside
her, panting and tail wagging, excited to see his Mistress and his bitch
together on the altar.

   Janeway held Kes' head back, keeping her mouth open and gaping and
proceeded to slide the entire length of her erect dog penis down the
kneeling girl's spit-slicked throat.  When she bottomed out, she began
pumping in and out of the smaller woman's mouth, pulling her leash tight as
she face-fucked her in front of everyone.

   All the guests were aghast at the spectacle before them, but all were
transfixed as well and none got up to leave.

   Janeway's tempo increased and she was fucking Kes' mouth with greater
and greater force and ferocity.  She knelt over the abused bride's
bent-back head to get more leverage and really slammed into her, making her
throat bulge obscenely with each powerful thrust.  Kes gagged and choked
but made no move to resist.  She simply knelt there on her knees
obediently, arms bound behind her back, and took every bit of the oral
punishment her Mistress dealt her.

   Before long, Janeway began to groan and grunt and with a final, powerful
heave of her hips, she buried her entire dog dick in the girl's throat and
mouth and screamed as the base of her massive dog cock flared into a
swollen bulb - Janeway knotted in Kes' mouth and was stuck there as she
came explosively, shooting her thick chingador jizz directly into the
girl's belly.

   Now the audience was openly swearing and freaking out.  Some incredibly
shocked, some disgusted, some uncontrollably horny as they started
masturbating or reaching into the crotch of the person next to them. 
Couples were kissing and fondling each other and some complete strangers
began to stroke or suck each other off.

   Janeway jerked and pumped and grunted and groaned as she shot wad after
wad of potent alien dog jizz into her newlywed bride's gullet.  She could
feel Kes' esophageal muscles contracting around her cock, her cheeks
sucking in around her knot - Kes was eagerly milking the hot animal cum out
of her and Janeway was cumming like she had never cum before!  It felt like
a river of jizz was spewing from her balls into her slave bitch's stomach.

   When Janeway finally finished and had the presence of mind to open her
eyes and look around, the room had descended into the picture of a Roman
orgy.  Bodies in various stages of undress were sprawled all over the lawn.
Bodies were intertwined in a sea of contiguous fucking.  Hands in pussies,
cocks in asses, mouths on every imaginable body part, it was a veritable
bacchanalia of depravity.

   Only The Doctor still sat on his chair, in a state of perpetual shock.

   "How..  when..  who...?" He stammered incoherently.

   Janeway's knot had receded just enough that she could dislodge herself
from her bride-slave's bulging cheeks with a bit of force and her cock
popped out.  To her surprise, it was still leaking spurts of dog jizz, so
she let its red swollen tip sit on Kes' tongue, the girl's worn-out jaw
leaving her mouth gaping open and her tongue hanging out.  The last few
thick gobs of chingador jizz ran down Kes's tongue and pooled at the back
of her mouth.

   "Swallow, bitch," Janeway ordered and Kes obeyed without hesitation,
"Good girl." Janeway let Kes' leash go and the girl fell forward on her
face, exhausted from the savage throat-fucking and mouth-knotting she'd
just endured in front of the entire ship.  Janeway, spent, stepped back and
leaned against the ledge of a planter, not bothering to stow her heavy,
flaccid, wet dock cock.  Chakotay joined her.

   "It was a beautiful ceremony, Chakotay, thank you," Janeway sighed.

   "You do know how to put on a show, Captain," Chakotay shook his head.

   Just then, Pinganto (who had slipped Samantha's grip as she joined in
the orgy) ran up to the altar.  He recognized Kes' face-down/ass-up posture
as the mounting posture.  Pinganto grabbed the bride's anal plug's train in
his teeth, yanked it out forcefully and quickly mounted the helpless girl
right there on the altar, each of his rigid dog pricks finding a home in
her two exposed holes.  Kes flushed red in embarrassment but moaned in
pleasure as both her pussy and her asshole were filled to capacity
simultaneously.  Pinganto pinned her shoulders down with his large,
powerful paws and pistoned in and out of her with the wild abandon of the
animal he was, riding her like a common bitch (which she was, too).

   As Kes experienced her first of many orgasms she would have that day
(and the reception hadn't even started yet!) on the very altar she had just
been wedded on - an orgasm given to her by a double-dicked alien animal
that was slobbering all over her back - she felt an overwhelming wave of
pure love and euphoria wash over her entire body - a rapturous bliss
warming her from her core to every nerve ending.  This was her life, now
and forever.  And she wept tears of joy as Pinganto simultaneously knotted
in her ass and cunt, flooding them both with his potent dog seed.

   Janeway wiped away a tear from her cheek, "Beautiful.  Simply
beautiful."
   To Be Continued in Voyager Uncensored #9: "Genesis, Part II"!