Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 5: "24/Seven", Part I by ScatWoman ScatWoman@aol.com *************************************************************************** ********** Author's Note: This is the big one. I've been kicking this one around in my head for nearly 10 years - since I wrote part 2 and the first scene with Seven of Nine using Kes as a toilet. I would write an idea for a scene here or there as they came to me. It's more like a bunch of short stories instead of just one. It became such a daunting story that I didn't think I'd be able to ever actually write it. But I'd gotten some compliments recently for previous installments and people asking when the next one was coming. I was between personal projects and decided to just buckle down and do it already! I consider this my magnum opus of scat stories. This probably won't be the last scat story I ever write, but I don't think I could ever top the scope of this one. And I know that the audience for this story is exceedingly small (Star Trek fans that are Voyager fans that are still interested in anything Voyager 10 years after it went off the air, people who like Star Trek erotica that are okay with she-males, gay sex and scat...!) But I needed to write it. I've never really written these stories for other people, I write them for myself and share them with whoever is interested. There will be one more chapter after this that wraps up the entire series - all the other characters' storylines and provides the epilogue and closure that the TV series finale utterly failed to provide... Scatwoman@aol.com September 21, 2011 *************************************************************************** ********** Context Notes: Be sure to read (at least) "Voyager Uncensored #3: Shore Leave, Part I" and "Voyager Uncensored #4: Shore Leave, Part II" before reading this one. Preferably, you'd read all four episodes before this one, but, if not, it's okay. The plot is light in this one and maybe reading this one will make you want to go back and read the others. This episode starts after "Scientific Method", in Voyager's 4th season, still within a few months after they introduced Seven. *************************************************************************** ********** Content Note: This one is, again, pretty extreme. But I don't do it for sheer shock value or for the sake of being extreme. I try to pay a lot of attention to character and motivation and I try to keep the characters true to my vision of them, keep them consistent. This story contains: F/f, TS/f, oral, anal, watersports, scat, humiliation and D/S. (Note that "TS" here stands for a woman with a penis, not a man in drag, trust me, it will make sense when you read it.) Also, as usual, no incest, no pedophilia, no torture or snuff. Just thought you'd like to know. *************************************************************************** ********** [My name is toilet. Once upon a time, I was a girl named Sabine d'Aucourt. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, I should start at the beginning...] * * * * * A Girl Named Sabine * * * * * Janeway considered the PADD before her thoughtfully, pacing back and forth in her ready room just off the bridge. Chakotay was seated and watched her, somewhat bemusedly. He'd seen his Captain make spur-of-the moment, life & death decisions without a second thought - but now she was taking her time and weighing all her options. "They all look like good candidates, Chakotay, it's so hard to choose. Every one worthy of a commission," Janeway shook her head as she glanced down the list of names before her. "I know, it's a tough one. But we have to pick one and you get the honor - there's no Starfleet to make the ultimate call for us," Chakotay replied. Janeway sighed, "I suppose I could just give them ALL commissions... Lord knows we've broken more serious Starfleet regulations in our 4 years in the Delta Quadrant!" "Well, under emergency conditions," Chakotay acknowledged, "but this is how Starfleet does it - you're the one who insisted on maintaining Starfleet rules & order onboard this ship when our two crews got stranded out here." "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts now!" Janeway shot him a look of mock horror. "No, no," Chakotay smiled, "I wouldn't want to be court-martialed!" "This... Sabine... d'Aucourt? How old is she? Only 16?" Janeway read. "Yes. Apparently, she was visiting her mother as part of the visiting family program-" he began. "Oh, yes, I remember. No room for everyone to have full families on our humble vessel - we're no Galaxy class," Janeway conceded, "Her mother... Constance... died in the initial catastrophe with the Caretaker." "She was only 12..." Chakotay offered, sadly. A look of recognition came over Janeway's face, "I've seen this girl around..." she realized, tapping the PADD, "she's become a sort of... a ward of the crew - I've heard good things about her - learning the ropes, becoming a kind of cadet of her own accord..." "Yes, she's been very driven. A sort of crew member in training for the past four years. She's got the best scores of all the candidates," Chakotay bragged. He liked Sabine - she had ambition and drive, but no attitude. "She's done very well for someone so young... and under such tragic circumstances," Janeway seemed to be forming her decision now. "And now she'd like a field commission with actual duties," Chakotay suggested. "Indeed..." Janeway hesitated, "still... so young... this isn't your usual mission, charting stellar anomalies and running diplomats around the Federation... it's dangerous out there, Chakotay. Should something happen to her..." "I think she can handle herself," Chakotay was rooting for Sabine, but hopefully not to forcefully. "I'm not sure there are even duties available for her - we have enough crew already-" she began to rebut. "That's not the point, Captain... *Kathryn*," Chakotay tried a more personal tack, standing up and approaching his captain, drawing her attention, "you said yourself - these people need hope. Something to strive for. Life must go on." Janeway stared into her first officer's eyes, considering his words. She knew she'd made the right choice - he would call her on her decisions, and remind her of her own priorities when she most needed it, "you're right, of course, you're right," she looked down at her PADD and looked at the portrait of the young blonde girl. She clicked on her picture and saw a gallery of images, "pretty young thing..." she said in a tone that seemed more than just casually appreciative. Janeway clicked on her medical history and raised a brow, "is that right....?" She whispered to herself. Chakotay saw something large twitch in Janeway's pant leg - a sudden reminder of Janeway's recent... transformation. She'd taken in Kes a while ago and had been carrying on a very public, and by all accounts, very kinky sexual relationship with the girl. He'd heard rumors of a "unique" operation Janeway had the Doctor perform on her so that she could fully consummate her union with Kes. Judging by the size of the twitch in her pants, Chakotay felt the rumors had actually been an understatement! A lascivious grin crossed Janeway's lips and she sat down with the PADD, not taking her eyes off it, "have her report to my quarters after the duty shift, I'd like to give her the news... *personally*..." * * * * * Guy Talk * * * * * "Are you fucking NUTS?!" Tom lambasted Harry, who had just described to him his "close call" with Seven (see: Voyager Season 4 episode "Revulsion"), "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 out 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 worn 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! * * * * * Sabine's Promotion * * * * * That evening, Sabine nervously strode through the corridor towards the Captain's Quarters. She'd never been in this section of the ship - reserved for the cabins of the senior crew. She keenly felt every eye check her over. She wondered if they all were asking themselves what she's doing there, as she was asking herself. She had no idea the aura of innocence and budding sexuality she gave off. Tom and B'Elanna passed her in the corridor and both looked her over appreciatively. She misunderstood this scrutiny, of course, and it made her uncomfortable, causing her to increase her pace. Janeway's door chimed softly. The captain smiled and looked over at Kes. Kes sat obediently by Janeway's side, kneeling on the floor, wearing nothing but her collar and leash. "Come." Janeway commanded and the door swished open. Sabine, looking over her shoulder self-consciously into the hall, stepped in and let the door close behind her. Sabine's eyes needed time to adjust to the darkness and she didn't see Janeway stand and walk to her. She jumps a bit when she finally turns and sees Janeway standing right before her, a bit too close. She could feel Janeway's hot breath on her as she looked her over. "Ma'am..." Sabine offered, looking straight ahead, not daring to make eye contact with the authoritarian figure before her, "reporting as ordered." "Mmm... you're a good rule follower, are you, Miss d'Aucourt?" Janeway quizzed her, "always do as you're told?" "Yes ma'am, of course ma'am!" Sabine replied eagerly. "Good, good," Janeway seemed a bit unprofessionally pleased with Sabine's reply, "and you want a commission, I hear?" Sabine swallowed hard. Was this a test? Was she being called out for being too ambitious? Presumptuous? Or did Janeway like someone with initiative? Maybe she should have waited until Janeway *offered* such a position to her? "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, MISSY!!!" Janeway suddenly scolded her, making Sabine jump. "Y-yes! Yes ma'am!" Sabine stammered weakly. "And why should I take you, instead of one of the other 5 candidates, all older, more experienced, better trained and more qualified?" Janeway challenged the poor young girl, now perspiring. "I-I..." Sabine couldn't think of a good reason, under the circumstances. "What makes you special?" Janeway demanded to know. "I..." Sabine tried to think, but could form no cogent train of thought. Instead she blurted out the first thing that came to her, "I want it more than anything, Captain!" She immediately winced and internally chided herself - a good officer wants to serve her captain and her ship - she doesn't want a commission for her own selfish reasons. "Good, good..." to Sabine's surprise, Janeway seemed satisfied, even pleased, with the answer, "so it's safe to say you'd do anything to get this position?" "Yes, Captain!" Sabine answered earnestly. "I see," Janeway looked her over. She turned and took a couple steps, checking out a PADD with Sabine's profile on it, "your medical records are up to date, then?" "Yes, ma'am, I had my last exam just before I applied!" Sabine answered snappily, still at a stiff attention. Janeway grabbed Kes' leash and yanked her roughly from behind her bed, into clear view of Sabine. Kes stumbled out on her hands and knees and sat obediently at the Captain's side, eyes cast down. Sabine glanced down at the commotion and couldn't believe her eyes! Kes was completely naked, heeling like a dog at Janeway's feet! She never realized that this was how Janeway ran her ship! "As you can see, I appreciate obedience," Janeway breathed huskily to Sabine, "and I reward it well." Sabine flushed. She didn't know what to say or do. She simply stood and waited. "Bitch, HERE!" Janeway yanked on Kes' leash and pulled her over to Sabine's feet, "undress her." Sabine couldn't believe her ears! "I like to do my OWN inspection," Janeway explained, "can't have unhealthy officers, especially not out here in the Delta Quadrant!" "Y-yes, ma'am..." Sabine stammered as she shuffled to allow the naked slave girl to strip her down. "I just hate these new uniforms we were issued before our mission. They're so baggy and black, they hide *everything*!" Janeway complained, "I can't get a good sense of my crew's fitness with these potato sacks. If it were up to me, I'd have everyone dress like Seven of Nine..." Janeway mused as Kes pulled Sabine's last iota of clothing down - her girly, frilly see-through pink panties with hearts and bows on them, "or better yet, completely naked like the two of you," Janeway grinned lasciviously. Sabine instinctively tried to cover herself out of modesty, but Janeway slapped her hands away violently. "Ow!" Sabine yelped. "Hands down, I need to be able to see what I'm inspecting!" Janeway yelled. "Yes, ma'am, sorry ma'am," Sabine apologized. Janeway walked around her, looking her up and down. She ran her fingers along Sabine's curves, making the girl shiver. Along her shoulder, down her back, across her bare cheeks, around her waist, then up to her pert, soft breasts. She grabbed one nipple and massaged it. Sabine blushed deeply as the nipple hardened under Janeway's ministrations. Janeway was pleased to see her young buds had puffy nipples - rare and somehow more indicative of budding, adolescent sexuality. She pinched the nipple, making the young girl wince, but to her credit, she didn't pull away. Janeway pinched harder, twisting a bit. Still Sabine didn't pull away or protest, she simply locked her gaze forward and endured the pain, biting her lower lip. Janeway continued increasing the pressure and the twisting until a small whine escaped the poor blonde's soft, pink lips. Satisfied, Janeway released the sore, reddened nipple. Sabine's shoulders relaxed and she breathed normally again. Janeway looked down at Sabine's pelvis and commanded, "spread your legs." Sabine hesitated, but obeyed, widening her stance slightly. Janeway roughly slapped the girl's taut butt cheek so hard and so suddenly it made the girl jump as a loud crack reverberated around the room. Even Kes started at the unexpected violence, "BITCH, I SAID SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS!" Sabine panicked and immediately took a very wide stance, spreading her legs as much possible while still remaining standing. "DON'T *EVER* MAKE ME REPEAT AN ORDER, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?!" Janeway yelled into her ear. "Yes ma'am! I'm so sorry ma'am, it won't happen again!" Sabine apologized profusely. "Shut up - I don't want your apologies, I only require your obedience!" Janeway stated sternly. She looked down and waved her finger at Kes towards Sabine's cunt. Without needing instruction, Kes reached up and spread Sabine's pussy lips apart so that Janeway could clearly see inside. Janeway sat down in her chair to get a better view and nodded appreciably, "very nice..." Sabine couldn't believe what was happening to her. Was this really Starfleet procedure? She obviously never went to the Academy, but she'd read the computer databanks about the process... but maybe this practice wasn't in their records... maybe it was only for senior officers to know? Did every Starfleet officer go through this ritual? "Taste test, Kes," Janeway commanded her slave. Without hesitation, Kes immediately applied her rough, wet tongue to Sabine's exposed sex, shocking the girl and nearly making her fall over. She had to reach down and grab Kes' head to steady herself as the slave girl lapped and licked at her sensitive cunny. The sensation was like nothing Sabine had ever experienced! It wasn't a bad feeling - exactly the opposite, in fact! But it was such an overwhelming flood of sensation, so strong, so intense, that she feared she might pass out! Janeway stood and walked over to the two naked girls before her. She put her hand on Kes' head, "front *and* back, now," Janeway instructed Kes. Kes expertly pivoted to Sabine's anus, reached up and spread her cheeks wide and lapped at the shocked girl's pink, puckered asshole! Sabine visibly shook and she nearly collapsed, but she caught herself, reaching forward and grasping Janeway's uniform as Kes lavished her anus with her eager oral attention. When Sabine audibly gasped, Janeway knew that her slave had gotten a bit overzealous and had slipped her strong, abnormally long tongue up inside the beleaguered girl's rectum! Janeway made a mental note to punish Kes later for her presumptuousness, but allowed the violation to continue for nearly two minutes, enjoying watching Sabine attempt to maintain her composure, much less her upright condition as Kes cleaned out her anal canal, now rubbing the poor girl's clit with her fingers. Sabine sweated and groaned, gyrating her hips, breathing in quick, short, sharp breaths, nearly hyperventilating. Her eyes were heavily lidded; her pout, pink lips parted, her cheeks, ears and chest flushed a deep red now. When Janeway began to worry that Kes might be on the verge of making the girl cum with her experienced techniques, she suddenly yanked Kes away, pulling her by the neck back to her feet. Sabine audibly gasped as Kes was so brusquely pulled from her. She moaned and watched as Janeway roughly grabbed Kes' jaw from behind, bent her head back and forcefully French-kissed the slave deeply and passionately, tasting Sabine's combined pussy and ass juices. "Mmmm, so pure and sweet," Janeway purred and looked back up at Sabine, who was now trying to regain both her composure and her upright position. Janeway stood and waved to Kes to her own crotch. Kes obeyed and Sabine watched as the slave girl slowly undid the zipper on Janeway's pants, her reached down her pant leg and pulled out the Captain's huge, semi-hard dick, easily a foot long with a large, pink head. Sabine was visibly shocked as she watched the woman's impressive prick stiffening up under Kes' stroking, rising up from between her legs, pointing directly at Sabine! Unconsciously, Sabine had begun to take a few steps backward, but she was suddenly stopped by Kes' gentle but firm grasp behind her on her shoulders. Janeway stroked her massive, hardening prick threateningly as Kes pushed Sabine right up against the Captain. Janeway's throbbing, hot cock slipped between her legs, its base rubbing against Sabine's wet pussy lips. The head stuck out behind her ass a good 5 or 6 inches. Kes eagerly gobbled up the excess, sucking the Captain's thick glans into her mouth so deeply that she buried her face in between Sabine's moistened ass cheeks, making vulgar slurping noises. Janeway grabbed Sabine by the back of the head with one arm and forced the girl to look at her while, with her other hand, she grabbed the back of Kes' head and pulled it even further down on her hardening prick. Kes' face was pushed so deep into Sabine's butt that the tip of her nose was pushing up into the girl's lubricated anus. Janeway thrust into Kes' eager mouth in a steady rhythm, rubbing Sabine's wet, parted cuntlips as she did so, stimulating the inexperienced girl's exposed, engorged clit with the base of her cock. Sabine sighed and shuddered at the sensations; holding on to the sleeves of her Captain's uniform for fear of collapsing under the waves of pleasure washing over her. She obediently kept her eyes locked with her superior's, wide and submissive, expectant and pliant. The older woman pulled the girl's head to her and French-kissed her deeply, violently, thrusting her tongue down the girl's throat. It was Sabine's first kiss. The girl moaned as her body experienced so many erotic sensations at once - the over-stimulating electrical shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her entire body, down to every last nerve ending. She felt a great tingling building up in her body, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. A warmth rushed over her and she felt as if she was on the verge of exploding - Just then, Janeway pulled Sabine's head away and quickly withdrew her moistened cock from Kes' mouth with an audible "pop", drawing it, too, from between Sabine's thighs, now dripping with her own juices. Sabine felt a sudden letdown - a torturous feeling of being on the verge of paradise, only to be rudely yanked back down to reality. The sadistic look in Janeway's eyes proved she knew how close Sabine had come and had chosen the last possible moment to deny her the sublime experience. Janeway then motioned for Kes to disrobe her entirely. Kes wordlessly obeyed and undressed her Mistress with a practiced speed and efficiency. When the Captain stood before Sabine completely naked, Kes returned to stand behind the quivering girl and pushed Sabine forward, down on her knees so that Janeway's massive, throbbing cock was pointing right at the girl's face, just inches from her gaping mouth. Sabine looked up at Janeway, in shock. Janeway's stern, domineering gaze met Sabine's submissive eyes and nothing needed be said. Kes gently pushed Sabine's head forward and she felt the hot, smooth glans of her Captain's she-cock slide across her lips. It was like nothing she'd felt before - firm, yet soft to the lips, throbbing and alive. She kept her gaze locked on Janeway's as Kes continued to push her forward, sliding the head all the way to the back of Sabine's mouth, to the opening of her throat. Kes stopped and Sabine swallowed the saliva building up in her mouth. Janeway's face changed to one of perverse sadism and Sabine felt Kes push again at her head! She began to panic as she felt the large head push at the back of her throat - threatening to slide in! She began to gag and instinctively raised her hands and tried to turn her head, but Janeway slapped her hands away and gave her a cruel, disapproving glare. Sabine dropped her hands and ceased her struggling, but she couldn't control her gagging. Nevertheless, Kes unrelentingly continued to push, forcing the Captain's cock into Sabine's throat, sliding down into it. Sabine gagged repeatedly as she felt the large head invade her esophagus. It was the queerest feeling, she thought as she felt the large, bulbous glans pushing its way deeper and deeper inside her. She gagged and choked and convulsed uncontrollably, but didn't struggle, and didn't break eye contact with the dominant figure standing before her. Her eyes watering now, tears streaming down her cheeks, she kept her gaze locked on her Captain's domineering, but approving stare, as if hypnotized by the older woman. Finally, to her own surprise, she felt a tickling in her nostrils. Absent-mindedly she noticed it, then she realized her lips have hit something solid - she had completely deep-throated Janeway's massive, 12-inch cock all the way down to the root! Janeway's pubic hairs were inside her nostrils and her heavy balls were pressed against her chin! A wide, toothy grin spread across her Captain's face and the woman reached down and placed her hand on Sabine's head, a sign of approval. Sabine soaked in the feeling, loving every bit of it - it's this that had really driven her - the need to feel that approval, that validation, that sense of self-worth. Stronger now than she had ever felt it in the past! This is what she'd been missing, what she'd been seeking! Janeway's other hand then grabbed her head and her expression changed. She gripped Sabine's head tightly and began to grind her pelvis into the submissive girl's face. Sabine became acutely aware of the full length of her Captain's thick, throbbing dick sliding back and forth across her tongue and in her throat. Janeway's approving countenance twisted into one of pain or pleasure, groaning and grunting, of effort and lust. Sabine had never seen her like this - or anyone like this! Sabine felt her nose flatten against her Captain's taut belly, her lips mashed up against the base of her hot, hard cock and then felt a throbbing - pulsing of the whole schlong - all along it - it twitched and undulated - and she felt it coming, like a wave along the entire length of the impressive organ - first at the base from the balls, it throbbed against her lower lip, then pulsed down the length of her tongue, then ran down the inside of her esophagus - then, finally, she felt a hot jet expel deep inside her throat - right into her! Janeway's scalding, copious, thick jizz was shooting down her massive prick and shooting straight into her belly! Sabine groaned as she gave into this sublimely subjugating experience, of having another person - another woman, at that - ejaculating their seed directly into her, deep inside her! Her pussy throbbed and felt hot, and began to drip, surprising her. Janeway moaned and groaned and grunted as she grinded her hips into Sabine's flattened face and unloaded her full, plentiful load into the thoroughly dominated little bitch's belly. After what seemed like an eternity, Janeway's last few weak spurts leaked out with a twitch and a jerk and she relaxed, leaning forward and holding Sabine there for a few more moments, coming down from her intense orgasm before finally, slowly, pulling the full length of her foot-long phallus out of the exhausted girl's gaping, used mouth. Sabine could now taste Janeway's cum trailing across her tongue, having been pulled up out of her throat and some still leaking from her Captain's piss-slit. To her slight surprise, the taste was pleasant - sweet, salty and a bit nutty. Not at all what she imagined. "VERY good, Miss d'Aucourt," Janeway smiled naturally as she stepped back, looking a bit drained. Sabine, for her part, flushed with both pride and embarrassment. Compliments always made her blush. She arched her back and raised her posture, soaking up the praise. "Now," Janeway began as Kes raised Sabine to her feet with a gentle tug on her shoulders and led her to the bed, "I'm going to fuck you silly." Sabine was shocked - somehow she hadn't seen this coming, "You... you mean... in my... my *muffy*?" Janeway's semi-hard cock visibly twitched at this, "Yes. In your muffy." She grabbed Sabine's wrists tightly and pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her and huskily breathing into her ear, "I'm going to fuck the *shit* out of your tight, wet little muffy. I'm going to *stuff* your *muff* and fuck you *ruff*!" Involuntarily, Sabine's pussy leaked fresh sex juices upon hearing this, "But... but... I'm a virgin..." she protested weakly. "I know, I read your medical history," Janeway confessed. She began to slide her throbbing dick, now rock-hard again, up and down between Sabine's soaking cuntlips, massaging her swollen clit, "and if you're REAL tight and good, I'll promote you to Ensign... otherwise, you'll be on latrine duty." Sabine began to wonder how there could be latrine duty on a ship where the bathrooms are auto-cleaning, but her train of thought was suddenly and permanently derailed by the incredible, invasive, erotically filling feeling of the dominant woman's massive cockhead slipping into her virgin cunt, spreading her wide and making her a woman. Sabine's screams could be heard across the whole deck, though nobody called security as they all had a good idea what was going on in the Captain's quarters. * * * * * Helpful Harry * * * * * Harry gets up the nerve to approach Seven again and propositions her, but in an awkward, vague way. Saying that she probably has needs she hasn't felt before, new, strange urges. And if she wants to explore those, that he's there to help her in any way she needs. So she uses him as a toilet. 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 smoother 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... * * * * * Sabine's Promotion, Part 2 * * * * * Sabine was still shaking and quivering from the first orgasm of her life, an incredible, overwhelming sensation, a life-changing, intense, deeply emotional experience. Her arms were wrapped around her Captain's naked, sweaty back. The Captain lay atop her, breathing heavily, recovering from their energetic, passionate love-making - no, FUCKING, as the Captain called it. Sabine had screamed and moaned and bucked and flailed throughout the whole experience - so overwhelmed with pleasure - and pain - that she felt like a wild girl - more animal than human. If Janeway hadn't had her pinned down so firmly, she probably would have flung them both right off the bed. Janeway lifted herself up so that her face was right in Sabine's. Sabine opened her eyes and saw the woman looking down on her and felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her, kiss her Captain deeply, take her tongue inside her like she'd taken her cock inside her. Impulsively, she lifted her head to kiss Janeway, but was surprised when Janeway pulled away, wagging her finger at the girl and placing it on her lips. Feeling both surprised and a bit rejected, Sabine didn't really understand what was happening when Janeway pulled out of her and flipped her over. Sabine tried to lift her head to look back but Janeway put a hand on the back of her head and rested much of her weight on it, shoving her face into the mattress. Kes slid a pillow under Sabine's hips and spread the girl's ass cheeks. Sabine realized with horror, too late, what was about to happen. She didn't get a chance to utter a word of protest before the Captain violently slid her entire, thick, rigid well-lubed she-cock balls deep into the pinned blonde's tight, hot asshole! Sabine screamed into the mattress as Janeway's full length hit rock-bottom in her petite pooper. This was going to be no gentle, slow, loving deflowering like her fortunate pussy enjoyed. From the first merciless thrust, this was a rough, violent ride! Janeway pulled all the way out and shoved back all the way in with each thrust - hammering the poor girl's poopchute with wild, bestial abandon! Janeway grunted and swore and spat, fucking the little bitch's tight, virgin butt like a rabid animal! Sabine screamed and sobbed and cried into the mattress as she flailed and kicked. Out of the corner of her one eye that was clear of the mattress, she could see Kes masturbating furiously - with her fingers in her cunt and a big black dildo a blur pistoning in and out of her stretched anus. Before Sabine knew it, in a fraction of the time it took her Captain to cum inside her cunt, Janeway was exploding with a vengeance deep into her bowels. Sabine was shocked, appalled and humiliated to be able to feel the hot, thick jets of she-jizz impacting against the wall of her anal cavity, filling her up in her third hole of the night! With each voluminous spurt, Janeway thrust her cock to the hilt and berated Sabine with an ever-more degrading epithet: "SLUT!" "WHORE!" "CUNT!" "BITCH!" "FUCKING!" "COCKHOLE!" "CUM-DUMP!!" Then, suddenly as she had gone in, Janeway pulled out, grabbed Sabine's head by a clump of hair and painfully yanked her back so that she fell off the bed onto her knees on the ground and the dominant woman shoved her still-spurting, shit-stained, throbbing dick down the shocked and dazed girl's throat, firing the last few, powerful spurts right down her gullet. Obediently, instinctively, the little slut swallowed eagerly. Janeway smiled down at the thoroughly subjugated, submissive whore she'd created: drenched in sweat, filled with jizz in every hole, a ring of her own shit forming an obscene shade of brown lipstick on her pretty little face. "Not bad," she said in admiration. As Kes licked the excess jizz and shit leaking from the girl's gaping asshole, Sabine soaked up the praise and suckled any last few drops from Janeway's soiled dick. Janeway gave the girl her assignment. "Sabine d'Aucourt: by the power vested in me as the Captain of this vessel, I hereby bestow upon you the field commission of *Ensign*, Astronomer *First* Class! You'll be working directly under Seven of Nine, one of my most trusted crewmembers." Janeway had heard all the rumors about Seven wandering the ship, using random people as human toilets whenever the urge struck her. As much as that thought turned the Captain on, it was a distraction to the crew and she figured Seven could use an assistant to... *aid* her in her... basic needs. Sabine moaned as she heard the great news and drained the last couple of drops of she-sperm from her Captain's deflating dick. She didn't know much about Astronomy, but she had been fascinated with the enigmatic Borg woman since she came aboard and has had a schoolgirl crush on her ever since she first saw her weeks ago... it was her dream assignment! As Sabine strolled down the corridor, adjusting her clothes (realizing too late that she never got her underwear back), she walked with a new confidence and a renewed purpose! She could now look other officers in the eye as an equal and she couldn't wait to report to duty first thing in the morning! Her life was going to change forever, she just knew it! She just didn't know how completely, totally, her life would change once she met Seven in the flesh... * * * * * 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 friend 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 to the reader: Harry's story arc branches off here and continues in the next part - Voyager Uncensored #8: "Homecummings" - which wraps up everyone's storylines the way Voyager's finale failed to do...*** * * * * * To Serve Seven * * * * * Sabine stood outside Astrometrics. She checked her PADD again, for the fourth time. Why was she so nervous? She'd had much more complicated duties while training. If anything, this assignment was below her skill level. So why was she deathly afraid to enter? Sabine was so lost in thought, she didn't notice the doors swish open. "Ensign d'Aucourt," came Seven's chilling voice, making Sabine jump. The young girl looked up... and up... and up! The tall blonde towered over the petite, 5-foot, 2-inch freshly minted officer. Seven's large breasts were right at Sabine's eye level and she nearly bumped into them when looking up. "Is something the matter, Ensign?" Seven inquired. Sabine simply stared at Seven. She froze, unable to speak. "Are you... damaged?" Seven was unable to understand the girl's odd behavior. Still there was no reply, "are you mute, Ensign?" Sabine was flushed, perspiring - why did Seven have this affect on her? She finally found the will to utter a response: "... uh..." Seven raised an eyebrow. She was not amused, and highly impatient. "It doesn't matter; your duties do not require you to speak. Come," she commanded. Sabine followed Seven obediently. She found her eyes fixated on the twin, shining cheeks of Seven's ass, undulating and wiggling in front of her hypnotically. Seven turned and faced Sabine, "my previous assistant, Ensign Kim, performed poorly and was reassigned. I trust your work ethic is of a superior quality. I have come to... trust the Captain's judgment. I know she would not have assigned you to me unless she thought you would be of use to me." Sabine felt proud to have the respect of Seven already. She puffed out her chest and blushed. Though she noted that her meager bosom could in no way compete with Seven's enormous endowment. "To begin, you will run alignment diagnostics on the secondary and tertiary portside imaging sensors in sections 4B through 27F," Seven rattled off, "Do you understand?" Despite her best efforts to focus and concentrate on Seven's words, Sabine could only focus on the woman's voice... her lips... her sheer sexual presence. What was wrong with Sabine? Nobody had ever affected her this way. She knew in some detached part of her brain that Seven had given her instructions of some sort, so she nodded her assent absent-mindedly. Seven stared at Sabine for a few moments, seemingly unsure whether to put her trust in the girl, then turned and walked away, resuming her own duties. Sabine worked for hours alongside Seven, but found herself unable to concentrate. She'd catch herself drifting off, daydreaming about Seven, imagining her naked, staring at her body. Seven caught her several times and snapped her out of it by ordering her to resume her duties. By the end of the day, Sabine had managed to complete the task put before her and presented her results to Seven with some pride. Despite being nervous and driven to distraction all day, she'd managed to do everything the Borg woman had asked of her. As Seven looked over the results on the PADD Sabine had handed her, Sabine found herself admiring the soft locks of Seven's golden hair, pulled back into a severe style - surely to keep it out of the way and maintain efficiency. Sabine wondered what the beautiful blonde would look like with her tresses unfettered, cascading down her curvaceous, nude"Impressive," Seven commented. Sabine flushed with pride. Briefly. "Somehow you managed to misalign every single sensor, not to mention that you spent the entire day disrupting the Starboard-side sensors, not the Portside array as I instructed you!" Sabine was taken aback, shocked by the sudden rebuke. Could she really have gotten it so wrong?! e "You are incompetent, Ensign, I have no time for incompetence," Seven handed the PADD back to the visibly shaken girl, "I suggest you find another assignment. One less... demanding." Seven turned her back on Sabine and started to walk away. It all washed over Sabine in an instant. Everything she'd worked for, everything she'd dreamt of - given to her one instant, and now taken away in the next! In one short day, she'd failed so miserably that... NO! She couldn't give up; she wouldn't let it go that easily! "NO!" Sabine reached out and grabbed Seven's arm. Seven snapped her head around and glared at Sabine. She grabbed the girl's frail hand and squeezed, pulling it away from her, "AIOW!" Sabine cried as Seven squeezed. "Do NOT touch me," Seven scolded the girl, "unless I demand it!" Sabine sank to her knees and Seven released her. Seven began to turn away again, but Sabine threw herself at the statuesque blonde's feet, wrapping her arms around one of Seven's powerful legs. "PLEASE! Please! Don't!" Sabine begged, sobbing. Seven whirled on the girl again, nearly ready to strike her for touching her unbidden yet again, but hesitated. Sabine looked up at her with such vulnerability, such submission that it gave Seven pause. Sabine sensed the woman's hesitance and went on, "This is all I want! This is what I've been dreaming of! Don't take it from me! Let me prove myself - give me a second chance, please Seven!" her tear-streaked puppy dog eyes seemed to have the slightest softening effect on the cold, logical Borg woman's countenance, "I'll do whatever duty you can find for me, I know I can be useful, please, Seven... one more chance." Seven considered the girl for several moments, then spoke, "Very well. Report to duty at precisely 9:00 hours tomorrow morning. I will endeavor to have postulated *something* that you might be capable of doing." "Oh, thank you! Thank you Seven! You won't regret this, I promise!" Sabine wept tears of joy as Seven pried herself free from the supine subjugant and left the Astrometrics Bay. Sabine collapsed and sobbed, the emotions of the day finally washing over her. Mixed emotions swelled within her, stirring and confusing her, washing over her and overwhelming her... She felt the overwhelming urge to touch herself, to relieve her tension, to feel something good. She reached down her pants and rubbed her moist mound. She moaned and writhed and frigged herself frantically. She squirmed around on the ground, grinding and rubbing and whining like an animal in heat. When her release came, it came in an intense, hot white flash that electrified her entire, gyrating body and she collapsed, blacking out on the spot. . . . . . When Sabine awoke on the floor of Astrometrics the next morning, she looked around groggily before realizing where she was! She checked the chronometer - it was nearly 8:30 hours! She jumped to her feet and started to head out - she had just enough time to rush down to her quarters, have a quick sonic shower, then rush back in time to report to Seven - Sabine, lost in her panicked, racing thoughts never saw the figure she slammed into in the open Astrometrics doorway. She bounced off and fell backwards on her ass. Looking up, she was crestfallen to see who it was. Seven of Nine! "*Ensign* d'Aucourt," Seven sneered, "What are you doing here?" "I... uh..." Sabine stammered, racing to come up with some acceptable explanation, "wanted to... be early?" "I see," Seven acknowledged, "You're... initiative is admirable, but your personal hygiene leaves much to be desired." Sabine suddenly realized what she must look like and hurriedly tucked in her shirt and tried in vain to rein in her hair and reassemble it into something vaguely resembling a ponytail. "Return to your quarters, make yourself presentable and return here promptly at 9:00 hours, Ensign," Seven commanded her. "Yes - thank you, thank you Seven-" Sabine sputtered as she backed out of the room. "And Ensign?" Seven called after her. "Yes ma'am?" Sabine froze and gave the Borg woman her rapt attention. "While it is commendable that you thought to impress me with arriving early," Seven advised her, "resist the urge to think for yourself. From now on, *I* will think for you." Sabine shuddered at the cold authoritarian tone in the strong blonde's voice. She immediately felt something inside her slide into place - she had found her role, she would submit to this powerful, majestic woman. "Yes, ma'am", Sabine agreed, "it won't happen again." "Very good," Seven nodded, "leave now." Sabine obeyed and rushed back to her quarters, keenly aware of the throbbing heat in her rapidly moistening cunt, wondering if she dared risk another quick self-indulgence during her shower... * * * * * To Serve Seven, Part 2 * * * * * [I continued to work for Seven for several days, but I just couldn't concentrate around her. She was constantly exasperated by my behavior and I had to constantly beg her to not report me and allow me just one more chance to prove myself. Eventually, I had exhausted even Seven's range of options and she made a decision that changed my life forever...] "I have given your position some thought," Seven informed the exceedingly nervous teen before her. She stopped working on her PADD and looked directly at Sabine. The girl stopped breathing, frozen in the taller woman's gaze. Seven took a few steps toward Sabine and the girl found herself torn between wanting to run for her life and wanting to dive into the Borg woman's bountiful cleavage. Seven stopped just short of smacking Sabine in the face with her massive tits. She looked down at Sabine and spoke sternly and directly. "I find you increasingly useless, Ensign," Seven began. Sabine was instantly wounded. She knew it was true, but still, it hurt her that she'd so disappointed this woman she idolized, whom she only wanted to please, above all other things... "You are clumsy, you fail at every task put to you and you cannot possibly be as much as an expert at the relevant skills as I am," Seven rattled off Sabine's deficiencies without mercy, "Therefore it would be more efficient for me to do everything myself." Sabine was shaking now, trying to hold back tears, but bursting on the inside. She wanted to run away and hide for the rest of her life. Seven grabbed her by the arm and squeezed her bicep, "you do not even have sufficient physical strength to do manual labor," and dropped the arm with barely concealed disgust. Seven walked away and grabbed her PADD. At this point, Sabine just hoped Seven would get it over with and dismiss her so she could run back to her room and cry her heart out for days on end. "However," Seven continued - that one word made Sabine's heart leap - her watering eyes found focus on Seven's heavenly figure and she waited anxiously for Seven to continue, "I have done a thorough analysis of your physical, mental and psychological composition and I have formulated the only appropriate duty for you." Seven turned back towards Sabine. She saw the girl shaking and about to cry, nervous and anxious beyond words but didn't seem to notice - or maybe didn't seem to care. Seven walked up to Sabine and explained her solution, "You are to be my *personal* servant." Sabine's eyes lit up at this - she wasn't being rejected by Seven after all! She wasn't going to be separated from Seven; she wasn't going to be sent back to Janeway as some sort of defective tool! Seven wanted to keep her around! "Your duties in this position shall be as follows:" Seven laid down the law, "Due to my excellent work output, my time is extremely valuable. Therefore you shall do all the tasks that I do not wish to waste time doing for myself." Sabine paid rapt attention as Seven got into the specifics, "Firstly: In order to provide me with more time to work, you shall clean me while I am working or eating or regenerating." *Clean her*? Sabine was confused - this was not what she was expecting... "Using *only* your mouth," Seven added. "I... my mouth?" Sabine tried to understand what was being asked of her. "I believe I was perfectly clear the first time," Seven scolded her. Sabine immediately flushed, "Yes, of course - I'm sorry-" "Begin now," Seven instructed her. Sabine was shocked and surprised - she almost questioned Seven, but caught herself. Instead she stepped closer to Seven and watched in amazement as Seven's entire suit disintegrated before her eyes! Seven's body was even more imposing, more amazing in the bare flesh! "Begin with my ears," Seven instructed her, "clean out the wax." * * * * * Diary of a Toilet Day 1 "Initiation" * * * * * I was too transfixed and shocked already to be fazed by any demand, even one as bizarre as this one. I did as she was told. Seven sat at her duty station and began working as I put my lips to one of Seven's ears, stuck in my tongue and began swishing it around, probing deeply and cleaning out Seven's earwax. I couldn't believe what she was doing - tongue-cleaning this woman while she ignored me and carried on with her work! It was surreal, but here I was, obeying the Borg bombshell's every command! When I had licked and sucked all the earwax from Seven's ears, Seven told me to clean her teeth. Again, I did as told. As Seven opened her mouth wide, I licked her teeth until they were squeaky clean. She told me to suck her tongue and gently scrape it clean with my own tongue and with my teeth. I did my best. Next, Seven told me to place my mouth under her face, stick out my tongue and open wide. I obeyed without question and what she did next shocked and appalled me on some abstract, logical level - some part of me that knew, rationally, that this was wrong. But that part of me had been sublimated and locked away, forever. Seven proceeded to blow her nose right into my mouth! Her snots splattered over my tongue, sliding like slimy snails down into my mouth to the back of my throat! Their vile texture (that mixture of wrinkly, hard dried snots with their slimy, bitter mucus) and taste made me gag and dry heave as her copious boogers piled up in the back of my mouth. "Swallow," Seven instructed as she finished. I didn't know what to do - I wanted to obey here, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I closed my lips around the disgusting mouthful and held it there, tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. I could tell Seven was about to lose her patience with me and I forced myself to try to swallow - but I immediately gagged and almost lost the whole load of snots on the floor! "If you spill that on me or anywhere in this room," Seven warned, "I will immediately recommend that your commission be revoked!" I couldn't let that happen - I hated the idea of losing my commission as much as I hated the idea of disappointing Seven. So I stared her right in the eyes and forced myself to swallow the entire chunky, slimy load of snots in one large gulp. Seven looked at me suspiciously and I opened my mouth to show her I did actually swallow it. She roughly stuck her finger in and checked behind my teeth, under my tongue and at the back of my mouth, nearly triggering my gag reflex. "Satisfactory," Seven concluded, "in the future, I expect you to not require instruction in this matter. There is no logical reason for your difficulty. The human body swallows its own mucus constantly; your body is made to digest mucus. It even provides health benefits in the antibiotics and antiseptics contained in it. You should be thanking me." "Thank you, ma'am," I found myself saying... and I meant it. Seven then stood and continued working as she told me to continue licking her clean, from head to toe. I licked her face, neck and armpits - which were especially salty. "I perspire copiously in this uniform," she explained. With great anticipation, I worked my way down to her massive, pendulous breasts. I couldn't believe I was going to be allowed to do this! How many men - and some women - on this ship would have killed to be in my position at that moment! I spent a long time licking Seven's breasts, lathing every square inch with saliva, even lifting the heavy orbs to clean underneath them. I saved the best for last and licked, sucked and lavishly serviced each of her nipples for nearly ten minutes each. "Ensign, I believe my nipples are sufficiently clean, now," Seven had to inform me to get me to move on. As I continued down, across her taut belly and all over her generous ass cheeks, I could smell her sex's aroma strongly in my nostrils and it lit my mind on fire! I longed to know what her pussy tasted like - how its folds would feel across my tongue, how sweet her juices would taste running down my throat. But to my dismay, Seven ordered me to skip her pubic area. I was devastated, but obeyed, my longing only growing stronger. Soon, I'd worked my way down to her feet, sucking each one of her toes vigorously and thoroughly licking the sweaty, dirty soles of her feet until they were soft and sparkling clean. To my delight, when I was done with her feet, she instructed me to return to her pubic area and complete the job. Exactly what I was dreaming of! The thought of burying my face in this beautiful, statuesque woman's mound and licking it clean made me wetter than I could believe! As Seven set about going over the results of a wide-spectrum scan of a nearby nebula, I passionately licked my way up from her feet, up the inside of her powerful thighs and to her pubis. I paused briefly to savor the moment and then dove in with gusto! I mashed my well-lubricated mouth against her pussy mound and lavished her cunt lips with my lustful tongue, running it up and down her vulva, parting her labia with the tip of my tongue and flicking her clit. For the first time ever, I saw Seven react with something like surprise. Nothing overt, but a slight jerk of her pelvis told me that she definitely felt what I was doing. And the subsequent gesture of slightly widening her stance gave me all the encouragement I needed! I reached up grabbed her two large, fleshy buns and pulled her cunt into my mouth as much as I could, licking and kissing and sucking and sliding my eager, determined tongue in and out of her vigorously. I drank in her juices thirstily, eating her with the kind of unabashed, unrestrained, mindless zeal with which a starving animal would devour their first meal in days. I was in utter heaven. Eventually, I felt Seven's cunt walls contract around my tongue and I redoubled my efforts, grinding my mouth into her pussy. I felt her juices flow freely over my tongue and swallowed them gratefully. Her butt muscles clenched and unclenched involuntarily and her hips rocked every so subtly. I was looking up at her face between her huge hanging boobs and saw her eyes close for just a moment - she actually stopped working for nearly 3 seconds as she came in my mouth. I was happier than I had ever been in my life, knowing I'd brought Seven to orgasm. I didn't know it at the time, but that was the very first orgasm of her life, as she'd been a child at the time of her assimilation. I will always consider it the greatest honor of my life to have brought this amazing woman to her first sexual climax (of many yet to come!) Seven looked down at me and I swear she nearly smiled, "Very good, Ensign." The words meant more to me than any praise I'd gotten in studying all these years and passing test after test in order to get a commission. I would love this woman and serve her gladly for as long as shewould have me. I licked and sucked her swollen pussy a few more moments, then began to pull away, but Seven stopped me with her hand on the back of my head. "No, you are not done yet," she told me. I couldn't imagine what more she expected of me in this area, but did as she was told and sealed my open mouth back to her cunt and awaited instructions. But when she unleashed a torrent of strong, hot piss right into my mouth, her actions spoke for themselves! Instinctively, I knew what to do and began swallowing as fast as I could. Seven's eyes remained locked on mine as she emptied her bladder into me and I knew I was being tested. I was not about to fail her! I didn't even care what it tasted like or how wrong it was what she was doing to me. It didn't matter - all that mattered was pleasing this incredible goddess above me. I chugged down her entire expulsion, feeling the hot urine streaming down my esophagus and filling my belly. Unconsciously, my hips were rocking and I reached down into my pants to rub my scorching cunt, but Seven ordered me to stop. "You will not be distracted with your own needs," she informed me, "serving me must be your priority." I groaned through a bulging cheekfull of her fresh-hot whiz and gulped it down, ignoring the throbbing in my loins at her behest. When her deluge had finally abated to a trickle and I'd lapped up the last drops of her urine, she released my head and I pulled away, my jaw sore from being stuck open for so long. Strings of saliva ran from her thoroughly-cleaned cunt to my lips and tongue and I made sure to lick them up without being told to do so. Seven pulled me around to kneel behind her and, after a short-lived bout of naive confusion, I knew exactly what to do. I reached up and spread Seven's ass cheeks to reveal her wrinkled, pink sphincter. Her asshole smelled sweet, but I could detect the trace scents of foulness as well. It was an intoxicating and exhilarating smell. I immediately set to licking her anus clean. There were only a few specks of fecal residue on it, but I tongue-washed the entire area with care. "Clean the inside as well, and be especially thorough in your task," Seven commanded. With pleasure, I pressed the tip of my tongue against her puckered hole and, to my pleasant surprise, it opened easily for me. I opened my mouth wide and thrust my tongue in deeper and deeper until I was pushed up against her ass as far as my open mouth would allow and the majority of my tongue was buried inside her anal canal! It was a fantastic feeling, to have my tongue being massaged by her anal walls... I could taste the remnants of her prior bowel movements smearing across my tongue, but for some reason, this didn't disgust me. I guess, by this point, I was so lost in the moment, so lost in my new role as her complete and total slave that I accepted all she had to offer me - and I did so gratefully. I let the brown detritus dissolve on my tongue and run out into my mouth and I swallowed it down inside of me. This stage of her cleaning easily lasted the longest. It was clear this was the most important part of the ritual to Seven and I did not argue. I was lost in anal bliss, tonguing her bowels and cleaning her from the inside-out. I truly was her servant in every way. Well, every way, yet, but one... "It is important that you do this part, especially," Seven informed me after nearly 15 minutes of intense internal cleansing. I could understand why it was important to her - it would naturally be the filthiest part of her body. But what she said next surprised me, "not for my sake, but for your own, as it is how you will get your sustenance thrice daily." Before my mind could make sense of that statement, a powerful fart shot from the depths of her intestines and straight into my mouth! I jerked at the surprise of it, but did not pull out my tongue. Another fart soon followed, then several more. Each one was getting longer, and more foul. I could taste the gasses on my deeply-inserted tongue and my nostrils were saturated with the scent. A few fart sprayed liquid fecal matter across my tongue, but I made no motion of protest. I simply kept my place and awaited my Mistress' instructions. "Since you have proven yourself a nonproductive member of this crew, I have deemed that it would be wasteful for you to continue to consume so much of this ship's valuable limited resources," Seven explained with cold, precise logic, "such as food, and water." Sabine stared up at Seven and let the words sink in. I could feel the walls of Seven's ass undulating around my tongue and knew it was coming. Her rectum dilated to accommodate the girth of the turd sliding inexorably toward my mouth and I strained to extend my tongue a bit further to feel for it. When the tip of my tongue first flicked the head of the turd, an electric shot ran through my body, straight from the nerve endings on the tip of my tongue down to my beet-red clit. I nearly came on the spot, but I held it together for my Mistress. "Fortunately for you," Seven continued, "Since I am such a highly productive and valued member of the crew, I am allotted a sizeable amount of extra food and drink." Sabine was trying to follow her logic. Was Seven going to give some of her rations to her? "With my much higher metabolic rate," Seven explained, "I can metabolize and therefore recycle enough of this to sustain and nourish you." I flattened my tongue to allow it to pass more easily. It was hard and lumpy, and surprisingly thick. As it slid over my tongue, I could taste it intimately. Every subtle flavor was intensified by my arousal, my heightened frame of mind. It was foul, but mildly so; slimy but firm. As it pushed its way out down the length of my tongue, it hit all of my taste receptors slowly, one by one. I could taste some saltiness, some bitterness, even some sweetness, believe it or not. There was some sour, as well. But the majority of the taste was indefinable. I suppose the closest taste sensation was that elusive taste known as "savory". That's what it was - it didn't repulse me, it piqued my appetite, ignited a hunger in me I hadn't known existed! The shit was so large that it was having a difficult time squeezing its way out of her already-stretched sphincter. I did my best to help it along by massaging the length of the massive crap with my tongue, almost trying to hook onto it with the tip of my tongue and pull it out, but to no avail. "THIS will be your primary duty from this moment forth," Seven informed me, "you shall ingest all of my urine and *all* of my feces. *Every* ounce of my bodily wastes will be consumed by you and you alone. Consider yourself to be the first to participate in a grand experiment." Seven's words had me moaning into her ass. I was dripping wet and lost in submissive lust. But with a sudden effort, Seven's anal muscles clenched around the stalled stool and shoved it outward right into my waiting mouth! Seven reached back to hold my head in place, anticipating a completely understandable automatic reaction to pull away, to not allow such a humiliating violation of one's body and soul, but to her surprise, I reached up and grabbed her hips and shoved my face even deeper into her ass, pulling away from her hand. I smashed my mouth around her now grossly stretched-out asshole and sealed my lips to it, sucking the shit out as hard as I could! She removed her hand and smiled down at me as she watched her new slave fulfill its ultimate duty: eating her shit. "This part of the procedure is for *your* benefit, Ensign," Seven informed me, "so it would be acceptable for you to pleasure yourself now, should you feel the need." I needed no more encouragement than that! I dropped one hand, shoved it into my pants and fingered myself furiously while hungrily devouring Seven's shit! I had the first of multiple, powerful orgasms nearly instantaneously as the massive log forced its way into my ravenous maw! The turd was massive and before long I needed to chew and swallow or else I was going to be choking on it - so I reluctantly withdrew my shit-coated tongue so that I could bite into her fecal treat and chew it up. Biting into the log unleashed a whole flood of newer, stronger flavors and textures! It was dense and chalky, lumpy and stringy. I could feel hard bits and soft patches, pockets of flavor so strong it made my hair stand on end as I chewed through them. But I didn't have time to savor my meal, it was all coming too quickly now. I masticated the first large bite into a chunky paste just dissolved enough to swallow down with some effort and took the final step to becoming the ultimate slave for my Mistress. As the first mouthful of her crap sank into my belly and I bit off the next huge piece, I came again, harder, deeper than before, screaming around the fat log filling my mouth and bucking like a wild woman. I felt a change wash over me. I forgot who I was or where I was, I forgot all about my training and my ordeals and my failures. Nothing else mattered anymore, I left my old life behind me and gave myself over, entirely, to my new life, my new function. I lived *only*, from that moment on, to serve Seven. . . . . . By the end of it all, Seven had deposited three large loafs of shit into my guts and I had eagerly devoured them all. I had cum so many times I had lost count, my pussy was raw and sore from my furious frigging. I could tell Seven was extremely pleased with my performance, and I slouched on the ground rubbing my bloated belly in a daze. Shit still permeated my every taste bud and caked my lips, my gums and was lodged into every crevice of my teeth. I didn't care, I wanted to keep that taste in my mouth forever. As Seven's nanites reconstructed her uniform and she completed her duties (the entire ordeal had lasted over two hours!) and turned to me. "Clean yourself up and report back to me at 10:30 hours," she instructed me as coldly and detached as ever, "I will have more tasks for you and should have sufficiently digested my breakfast by then." And with that, she turned and walked out. I watched as she wiggled my new, exclusive food dispenser out of the room. When the doors closed, my stomach grumbled and I belched the largest, longest, foulest shit-burp one could likely imagine. I should have been embarrassed. I should have felt deep shame at what I had just done. But I didn't. I only felt pride and satisfaction. I was satiated and, for the first time in my life, truly happy. Continued in Voyager Uncensored #6: "24/Seven, Part II" Scatwoman@aol.com September 21, 2011 Full story archive at: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Scatwoman/ Somewhat censored collection at: www.literotica.com (go to Stories page and do a member search for "Scatwoman") Art & story archive at: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/profile-scatwoman.php (click on the Gallery and see my finished art, my sketches in the "Scraps" tab and my stories in the "Stories" tab. Make *sure* you set all the content drop-downs to "high" and check all the content checkboxes to see all my stuff! Most default to off and you will not be able to see most of my work that way).