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HypnoTV: Star Trek: Voyager
by MAW
MC,FF


     Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this, seek help.


     Seven of Nine was aware of the stares she received as she
walked down the halls of the starship *Voyager*. It reminded her
again of how much she stood out. It took a lot to stand out on
*Voyager*. Here was a Starfleet ship, stranded over fifty light
years away from home. Half the crew was made up of the Maquis
terrorists that *Voyager* had been sent to capture. The first
officer was a descendent of North American Indians, the helmsman
a convicted criminal, the engineer a half-Klingon, an eccentric
alien as cook and the Chief Medical Officer wasn't even alive. 
     One thing that made Seven of Nine stand out was her
appearance. She was a striking beauty, with short blond hair, her
curvaceous form clad in a tight-fitting brown suit. Her face was
expressionless, with strange metal strips on her neck and above
her eyebrow. 
     Technically, Seven of Nine was human. However, at a young
age, she had been captured by the alien race known as the Borg.
The Borg were a race of cyborgs, more machine than man, with a
hive-like mentality. What one thought, the entire race thought.
The Borg's sole purpose was to assimilate every culture it came
across into its own, adding their knowledge and technology to
their own, basically making their victims mindless drones. The
Borg's ultimate goal was to assimilate their entire universe into
their Collective. They had power to back up their actions. Their
chilling mantra, "resistance is futile" had spelled the death
knell for many races. 
     The Borg had been forced to corporate with the *Voyager*
crew to stop a common enemy. Afterwards, they had managed to cut
Seven off from the Collective. The Doctor had done much to help
her appearance. Gone was her pasty white skin and nightmarish
metallic coverings, leaving a quite attractive woman behind. A
woman trying to come to grips with a humanity lost to her years
before. A humanity whose unique aspect she was studying.
     Walking into Sickbay, Seven of Nine spoke in a flat,
monotone voice. "Activate Emergency Medical Holographic Program."
A shimmer of light came into the room and the holographic image
of the Doctor appeared. He appeared to be a balding man in his
mid-forties, clad in a blue Starfleet uniform. The ship's regular
doctor had been killed in the accident that hurled the ship to
the other side of the galaxy and the Doctor had been stuck with
them ever since. "Please state the nature of the medical
emergency," the Doctor's standard reply went. He saw Seven. "Ah,
what can I do for you?"
     "I request some files on the human body system," Seven said.
"There is something there I wish to study."
     "Certainly," the Doctor said. Seeing as how Seven of Nine
was of a mechanical nature and the Doctor was a computer-
generated persona, the two felt a small bond that set them apart
from the crew. "Personally, I don't understand why the Captain
wants you to become more human. The more I interact with these
people, the more I'm glad I'm not one of them."
     "If I can regain my humanity, I would become a greater asset
to the crew," Seven replied. "I would do much to help both myself
and the ship."
     "Are you sure you weren't a Vulcan before you were
assimilated?" The Doctor asked. His programmed personality tended
to be on the bitter side. "Which files do you need?"
     "Let me see the directory and I will extract the data I
need," Seven said in a flat tone.
     "I'm glad you're not my nurse," the Doctor sighed. "Your
manner could use some work, of that I'm certain." He moved aside
and let Seven look at the screen. She carefully pushed some keys.
She was more used to downloading the data right into herself than
seeing it, but she was improving. "Tell me, in your dealings with
humans, what is their attitude towards sexuality?"
     Caught slightly off-balance, the Doctor paused to find a
reply. "It varies," he finally said. "For the most part, the
males seem to think of it more often. Especially Mr. Paris. For
some reason, he chose to spend his time in Sickbay talking about
a series of romantic conquests he made during his Academy days.
I'm currently saving it in case I ever get bored and decide to
write a book about these exploits."
     "What of the female?"
     "For the most part, they aren't as obsessed about it. There
are a few exceptions, but I can't tell you who for the sake of
confidentiality. You know, it is odd, but I've studied the
archives on this subject, to understand my patients better," he
hastened to say, "and I've discovered that the idea of two women
being together in sexual relations seems ideal for men, but the
opposite is true for women. And vice versa, of course."
     "Interesting," Seven said. She pushed a few keys and
transferred the data to the computer in her room. "Thank you,
Doctor. Computer, end program." 
     "Well, at least someone remembered--" the Doctor said, just
before he faded into nothingness. Seven stood and moved towards
the shelf carrying the Doctor's instruments. She paused,
computing the scenario in her mind. The success rate seemed good
and it would help her study. She decided to initiate her plan.

     The ship's power supplies were not all gathered in main
Engineering. Much of the power relays ran along the small tubes
and tunnels interweaving throughout the ship. The tubes were
barely enough to hold two people, side to side. In one of these
tunnels was Seven of Nine and Belanna Torres, the ship's
engineer. A former Maquis, Belanna was half-human and half-
Klingon. Her dark hair was in a pageboy haircut, her skin, though
dark, still lighter than full-blooded Klingons. Likewise, the
ridges on her forehead and nose weren't as pronounced. She was
clad in a yellow and black uniform that boasted a not too
unattractive form. "Modulator," she said. Seven handed her a
small device. Taking it, Torres adjusted some controls and pushed
a switch. "That should do it," she said, her voice showing off
her impatient nature. "Hopefully, the power fluxes won't be as
long in the quarters. Should help put a schedule on power relay
throughout the ship."
     "Satisfactory," Seven said. "Look at me."
     "What?" Torres looked at Seven and suddenly saw her eyes
glowing. Seven had done some modifications in Sickbay. With the
help of a cybernetic relay in her artificial eye and the power
circuits above the eyebrow, she managed to create a hypnotic
imprint in her gaze. She had specially designed it to take hold
quickly, to lull the victim into a deep trance before they knew
what was happening. Seven was pleased to see it working
perfectly. Belanna's eyes slowly shut and she slumped down in the
tunnel, her entire body relaxing.
     Confident Torres was under, Seven began to examine her. "You
cannot react to anything unless I tell you to," Seven said. Her
voice left no room for debate, not that Torres could have
protested anyway. Seven let her hand drift over Belanna's body,
her fingers lightly caressing her breasts. Belanna sighed at the
soft touch Seven gave. 
     With meticulous movements, Seven stripped Torres of her
uniform. She did not remove it completely. She opened Belanna's
vest and unbuttoned the shirt underneath. Belanna's breasts came
free. They were not overly large but Seven could see that were
worthy of the glances some of the male crewmembers had been
giving them. She slowly lowered the pants down Belanna's smooth
legs until she exposed the dark clit underneath. With movements
born more out of curiosity than desire, Seven placed her index
finger into Belanna's clit and slowly began rubbing it. 
     Belanna moaned as Seven worked her finger into her. Seven
leaned down to get a better look at Belanna's breasts. She placed
her lips over one tightened nipple and lightly kissed it. It was
an interesting experience, producing a feeling Seven could not
quite explain but nonetheless enjoyed. She continued to suckle on
the breasts as she fingered Belanna. The engineer was in world of
pleasure by this point, her body slowly withering on the surface
of the tunnel as Seven kept her examination up. Finally, Belanna
came onto Seven's fingers, her entire body tensing for a moment
before falling back into relaxation. 
     Removing her hand from Belanna's lips, Seven gazed at the
sticky fluids clinging to her hand, absently tasting them. She
redressed Belanna and spoke. "When I say awake, you will awaken.
You will not remember what has transpired here. You will simply
remember repairing the power conduit and nothing else. Awake."
     As Belanna's eyes fluttered open, Seven took a moment to
congratulate herself on a successful first stage.

     It was late when Seven strode the hallways of the ship,
heading towards the Captain's quarters. The Captain's request to
see her was quite opportune in that it allowed her to further
conduct experiments. The Captain's time was precious, so Seven of
Nine knew to take advantage of it. She entered the Captain's
quarters and hoped that no emergencies would arise soon. As
expected, the Captain had the nicest room on the ship, a small
bed in another room, a couch next to a window showing the stars,
her desk set in another corner. Captain Kathryn Janeway was a
tall woman in her early forties with dark hair that she had
recently cut into a short haircut. "Seven, glad you could make
it," she said in her slightly gravely voice. "I wanted to see you
about some of these repair jobs." 
     "As you wish," Seven responded. She and Janeway sat on the
couch, talking for a few minutes about the minor systems damage
the ship had acquired during the last few months. Finally
finishing, Janeway asked, "Is there anything you wanted to
discuss with me?"
     "Yes," Seven said, activating her eye device. Janeway looked
into the glowing eyes and was instantly lost, falling down a deep
hole. The sole core of her universe became Seven's eyes, voice
and will. "Call Commander Chakoty and tell him that you wish not
to be disturbed for the next half-hour. He has command until
then." Once Janeway had done so and Seven was sure they wouldn't
be disturbed for a while, she began her next command. "Stand up
and go to your bedroom." Janeway complied, her eyes blankly
staring ahead as she walked to her room, Seven behind her.
     Once they were inside Janeway's room, Seven began giving her
commands in earnest. "Undress." Janeway seemed to hesitate but
another hypnotic gaze from Seven removed all resistance from her
mind. She slowly stripped her uniform off until she stood nude
before Seven. Janeway kept in shape, so despite her age, her body
was still attractive. Her breasts still maintained a form of
gravity and the curves on her waist managed to beat out the small
pockets of fat. Seven reached to her neck and undid the seam that
held her uniform together. She was nude underneath, her breasts
thrust out, small metallic strips on her legs, her right breast
and just below her stomach. Instead of taking away from her
sexiness, it seemed to add to it. 
     Seven stood before Janeway and kissed her. She was slow, not
sure what she was doing, the first time she had ever done
anything like this. Janeway was in the same position so they
merely pushed their lips together at first. However, a spark of
passion soon came within them both and they were soon wrapping
their tongues together. They fell onto the bed, Seven on top. She
broke off her kisses on Janeway and moved down her body. She
lightly kissed the area in between her breasts before moving down
to Janeway's clit. She remembered a reference in her studies and
stuck her tongue into the dark pussy and began to lick. Slowly at
first, then with more frequency when she sensed that was
sufficient to cause pleasure. Janeway moaned as Seven licked away
at her, enjoying the first taste of pleasure she'd had since
they'd left Earth. Seven placed her hands on Janeway's thighs and
used them as handholds as she dug her tongue in. Janeway came,
her juices spilling onto Seven's face. Seven licked them up,
tasting their sweetness and finding it good. 
     Seven crawled up Janeway's body. She moved down and let
Janeway kiss her pert left breast. The feel of the other woman's
lips around the nipple sent another wave of unidentifiable
feeling through Seven. She moved up and straddled Janeway, her
clit right over the Captain's face. Janeway slowly put her mouth
over the blond opening and began to kiss it. She mouthed it for a
few moments before placing her tongue inside and beginning to
lick in earnest. Seven slowly shifted on Janeway's face, moving
her pelvic region up and down as the entranced Captain ate her
out. The feeling covering Seven was overwhelming. She felt
emotions and feelings she'd never imagined existed. She felt
Janeway's hand moving up her slim hips and gripping her breasts.
She grabbed Janeway's hands and used them to massage her own
breasts, enjoying the electrifying tingle the feeling produced.
She tensed and straightened as she had her first ever orgasm, her
juices falling onto Janeway's waiting tongue. The feeling was
absolutely indescribable and Seven found herself at a loss for
words.

     As she reentered her cabin, Seven had to surmise that the
experiment was a complete success. Both Janeway and Torres would
never remember the part they had played in Seven's quest to
regain her humanity. For the first time since she'd joined the
crew of the *Voyager*, Seven of Nine smiled. She was probably
going to be on the ship for a while until it reached the
Federation. Plenty of time to carry out further experiments
     After all, resistance was futile.

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