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TITLE: STTNG-The Best of All Worlds

AUTHOR: infinitetrek@hotmail.com

CODES: Troi, mc, mast, ff, mf, anal, oral

PART: 1-3/?

Summary- During the Borg attack on Earth in "The Best of Both Worlds", 
Counselor Troi is taken hostage and assimilated into the Borg 
collective. She is then returned to the Enterprise... to seduce and 
assimilate the crew!

Disclaimer- Paramount and Viacom own Star Trek-The Next Generation and 
all of its characters, but the story of Troi of Borg is mine!

If you like what you read and want me to write more, please e-mail me 
at: infinitetrek@hotmail.com Please tell me what you like, what you'd 
like to see, and even any ideas for who Troi should seduce and how she 
should do it! I'll be posting more as I go...

For those of you that have read the first two parts already, I'm 
reposting them with a new third part that's sorta a filler until the 
fourth part.  What I'm going to try to do is work the stories in so that 
they fit the episodes of the fourth season on TNG.  It should be fun!  
Part III deals with Troi of Borg trying to recreate her old home back on 
the Enterprise....

                         THE BEST OF ALL WORLDS

The Enterprise shook again as the Borg latched on with their tractor 
beam. Slowly the ship's shields were drained until they were 
non-existent, and that's when the true attack began.

The first Borg was easily felled by Worf's phaser shot. The second Borg, 
however, had already adapted to the weapon's frequency. Commander Riker 
lunged at it, but it threw him aside like a slab of meat. The third Borg 
soldier beamed on virtually unnoticed behind Captain Picard. In a 
second, it had injected him with a sedative in order to transport him 
back to their cube without incident, but before the return transporter 
beam could be activated, someone interfered.

This is where the history of this universe veered off course from almost 
every other universe.

Counselor Deanna Troi, seated behind the Captain when the attack began, 
lunged herself forward at the Borg who had injected Picard. 
Unfortunately, her assault did little except give the Borg another 
hostage.

Troi looked around herself at the arching Borg architecture. Beside her, 
Captain Picard was cradled in the arms of the Borg who had attacked him. 
Troi stayed absolutely still. She hoped that if she didn't appear 
threatening, the Borg soldier might ignore her. It did not.

"TROI, DEANNA, COUNSELOR OF THE U.S.S. ENTERPRISE," the Borg group mind 
announced at once. "YOUR PRESENCE WAS UNEXPECTED. HOWEVER, WE MAY BE 
ABLE TO FIND A USE FOR YOU." Two Borg soldiers grabbed her from behind 
and dragged her away. There was nothing she could do to stop them.

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

Deanna Troi next awoke on a cold, metal bed. There were Borg soldiers 
all around her, and as much as she tried, she could not move. She didn't 
see any restraints on the bed, but she assumed that there were 
forcefields holding her in place.

The Borg soldiers around her continued milling back and forth, 
apparently oblivious to her regaining consciousness. Well, she would fix 
that. "Why are you holding me here? What do you want with me?"

At first, she didn't expect that she would get an answer, and so she was 
surprised when the group mind responded, "WE HAVE TAKEN CAPTAIN PICARD 
TO ACT AS OUR VOICE TO YOUR PEOPLE. HOWEVER, WE HAVE LEARNED FROM PAST 
EXPERIENCE THAT MANY RACES SIMILAR TO YOURS WILL ATTEMPT TO RESIST US. 
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE. WE THEREFORE HAVE ESTABLISHED BACK-UP PLANS, TO 
INSURE OUR ASSIMILATION OF NEW RACES. YOU ARE ONE SUCH BACK-UP PLAN."

"What... what are you going to do to me?" Troi asked. She couldn't sense 
anything from the Borg around her. It was like they weren't even there.

"THE FIRST THING WE WILL DO IS ASSIMILATE YOU INTO THE COLLECTIVE," the 
group mind told her. "WE WILL THEN MODIFY YOUR BODY ENOUGH TO FIT OUR 
NEEDS."

"How... what do you mean?" Troi demanded, and in that instant a Borg 
soldier turned to her. It ran it's mechanical hand down her uniform, 
slicing it open with a built in laser. When her uniform was sufficiently 
separated, the Borg soldier removed the remaining cloth.

"WE MUST INSURE THAT THE ASSIMILATION PROCESS PROGRESSES SMOOTHLY," the 
Borg voice told her, although Troi wasn't sure exactly why. "YOU WILL 
NOW BE ASSIMILATED."

Troi noticed another Borg soldier moving toward her, it's hand 
outstretched, and she began to struggle yet again in her bonds. Her legs 
flailed as much as they could in her captive state, and her breasts 
bounced from her motions, but she couldn't prevent the Borg's assault.

Twin tubes extended from its hand and entered her neck. At that moment, 
Deanna knew it was all over.

Deanna felt something in her body, something that wasn't there before, 
and then suddenly she realized what it was. The Borg had injected her 
with nanoprobes that were moving through her, assimilating her blood 
cells and reproducing. Her mind reeled in the sudden comprehension that 
it was the very process of her being assimilated that had made her aware 
of it.

Deanna watched in horror as the Borg probes began having a more 
noticeable effect on her body. Parts of her skin were actually growing 
mechanical implants... she saw one on her shoulder, one on her stomach, 
and one on her leg. She gasped for air as a new sensation hit her... the 
Borg probes, moving through her body, was making her heart pump faster, 
and her blood was racing through ever part of her body... every part. 
She felt her nipples harden as her blood filled them, and she felt her 
clit become enlarged and sensitive as the same thing happened there. Her 
mind reeled again... here she was, being assimilated by the Borg... and 
she was becoming horny!

The assimilation process continued into her brain, and she began to hear 
the group mind calling to her, attempting to embrace her even as she 
hid. The assimilation of her nerve center only made the sensations she 
was feeling even more pleasurable. Her pussy was soaked with juices, and 
she longed to be able to touch it, to bring herself to the orgasm she 
craved. And then she felt the nanoprobes break through. The metallic 
implants were growing on her already sensitive nipples, making her moan 
ever so slightly in pleasure. And then the assimilation of her clit 
began... the cold metal growing on her, and it drove her crazy.

"Oh God!" she screamed, a tear running down her face. Not only were the 
Borg assimilating her, they were raping her. But was there really a 
difference? Deanna continued to scream in uncontrollable ecstasy and her 
body squirmed in pleasure. Finally, she felt it come. The orgasm washed 
over her, making her momentarily forget where she was and what was 
happening to her. Her eyes closed, her head was thrown back, and her 
back arched as she came... the most powerful orgasm in her life. 
Pleasure coursed through every part of her mind... and then stopped.

Deanna's body collapsed back on the bed. Her breathing slowed, her hands 
unclenched. Slowly her eyes opened, and Deanna stared into empty space. 
Her face was expressionless. Even after what she had experienced, she 
felt nothing now.

The forcefields that had been restraining her retracted, and she stood 
like a puppet on a string. The sweat that had collected on her body 
began to race down her skin in tiny droplets, but she didn't notice. She 
just stood, posture perfect, breasts jutted out, arms at her side, eyes 
seeing nothing. And then she spoke, but it was no longer Deanna Troi. 
Her voice was mechanical, tinny, and completely without emotion.

"WE ARE BORG," she said.

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

"I am picking up lifesigns... very faint," Lieutenant Worf announced. 
"This way."

The rest of the away team followed Lieutenant Worf through the bowels of 
the Borg ship. The four of them: Commander Shelby, Commander Data, 
Doctor Crusher, and Worf had been given a very simple assignment... 
rescue Captain Picard and Counselor Troi. They had already found Captain 
Picard's uniform in a drawer... indicating that the Borg were either 
running all sorts of tests on him... or he was running through the Borg 
ship naked.

"All right, let's take out a few of the nodes and see what happens,"
Commander Shelby ordered. Although they had known her for less than a 
week, the Enterprise crewmembers obeyed her order. After all, they were 
in this together. Data fired his phaser at the pyramid-shaped device on 
the ceiling of the Borg corridor... and nothing happened. He nodded to 
Worf, and together they took aim and fired. The green node exploded in a 
flash of light and the Borg ship experienced a temporary power drain.

The attack was sufficient to get the Borgs' attention. Borg soldiers 
closed in on the away team from all sides, and it was only a few seconds 
before the Borg had adapted to the team's phaser fire. But then, the 
away team discovered another problem.

"Jean-Luc," Beverly whispered, the first of the team to notice.

Shelby was next, and she was barely able to suppress a gasp.

"Captain!" Worf exclaimed. There was Captain Picard, a metallic eye 
implant imbedded on his face, surrounded by Borg soldiers. It didn't 
take long for the team to realize what had happened to their friend and 
commanding officer: the Borg were making him one of their own.

And next to Picard, unconscious and crumpled up against a wall, was
Counselor Troi.

Worf charged at Picard, hoping to attain contact with his captain long 
enough to beam him back to the ship. Unfortunately, Picard refused to 
cooperate. A forcefield knocked Worf down, staggering him slightly. 
Still, he was able to grab onto Counselor Troi before Commander Shelby 
gave the order to beam back to the ship.

Captain Picard was left behind, but Counselor Troi was safe on the
Enterprise again.

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

"Everything checks out, Commander," Doctor Crusher announced as she 
finished her final scan of Deanna. "I guess the Borg weren't interested 
in her like they were in the Captain. They didn't touch her at all."

Riker nodded. "Can you wake her up? I'd like to talk to her."

"I think she's rested for long enough now," Beverly replied, pressing a 
hypospray into Deanna's neck. The Betazoid's eyelids fluttered a few 
times as she regained consciousness, and then her eyes focused on her 
surroundings.

"Will!" she exclaimed. "I'm back on the Enterprise!" She paused, and her 
face filled with terror. "The Captain! Did you get him back?"

Riker shook his head. "Captain Picard has been... altered by the Borg," 
he told her. "To put it bluntly, he is a Borg, now. We were able to 
recover you from the Borg ship, but he forced us to leave him behind. He 
then gave the Borg sufficient information to be prepared for our 
deflector blast."

Troi looked concerned. "I'm sure he would never do that of his own
volition," she said.

"That's the thing," Riker agreed. "To think that the Borg are 
manipulating him, using him completely against his will. It must be a 
horrible experience for him."

"Can we try to get him back again?" Troi asked.

Riker shook his head. "Not until we finish fixing the warp drive. That
deflector blast left it pretty much worthless. When we get it up and 
working again, we'll try one more time. In the meantime, I think Doctor 
Crusher wants you to rest here. I'll come check in on you later."

Deanna smiled and thanked Riker for his concern. After he left and she 
was alone, Deanna Troi did something no one would have expected: she ran 
a self-diagnostic. Everything was operating within established limits. 
Her Borg implants had completely hidden themselves beneath her skin, and 
she knew that no scan done on her would detect them. Of course, the Borg 
had also given her something else besides her new implant: a new being. 
Not only had they assimilated her completely into the collective, but 
they had combined her with their very essence, what in human terms could 
best be termed as their queen. The joining had resulting in an 
interesting new personality. Deanna Troi, being half-Betazoid, was 
already very sensual before her assimilation. The Borg Queen, on the 
other hand, loved the thrill of being in power, and loved even more 
exerting that power on other people. She also noticed that her senses 
had been enhanced as well. Her sense of smell picked up pheromones much 
better than they had before, and her empathic sense now detected even 
the slightest trace of arousal in a person, given her an inside view of 
what turned any person on. Her new outlook on the people around her, in 
concert with the Borg implants sending minuscule electrical charges 
through her nipples and clit, left her in a constant state of arousal. 
She was hot, horny, and she needed satisfaction. And since she couldn't 
do that here in sickbay without being noticed, she instructed the Borg 
implant in her clit to stimulate her more... until, unnoticed by anyone, 
she brought herself to orgasm.

She reset all of her bodily functions... heart rate, pulse, temperature, 
back to normal and pretended to fall asleep. Her adventures on this ship 
would be very interesting indeed.

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

The Enterprise, under the commander of Captain William Riker and 
Commander Elizabeth Shelby, did eventually rescue Captain Picard, and 
with his help they were able to destroy the Borg ship. Captain Picard 
was cut from the Borg link, and after that he was slowly able to return 
to normal, but this was not true for Deanna Troi. The Borg Queen held 
her grasp on the Betazoid, even during the destruction of her ship, and 
now the Federation celebrated the defeat of their most powerful enemy... 
not knowing that the threat was even greater now.

Deanna Troi walked down the corridor of the Enterprise that led to the 
guest quarters. Now that the crisis was over, she hoped that she would 
be able to... quench some of the desires she had experienced since her 
assimilation. After all, some things just aren't done during a battle. 
She stopped outside a door and pressed the chime. The doors parted for 
her. She loved how everything seemed to obey her.

"Commander. May I come in?"

Commander Shelby nodded to the woman in the doorway. "Of course you can, 
Counselor. What can I do for you?"

Troi stepped into Shelby's quarters and the doors slid shut behind her. 
"I hear you're leaving the ship," she stated.

"I've been assigned to work on the taskforce," Shelby told her. "We need 
to get the fleet back up after the attack on Wolf 359."

"But that's not the only reason you're leaving, is it, Elizabeth?" Troi
asked.

Shelby tugged at her uniform top. Was it just her, or was it getting hot 
in here? She had to sit down, and so she did so on the couch. "I will 
admit that ever since I arrived on the Enterprise, I haven't exactly 
felt like I fit in."

Troi sat down in the chair across from her. Well, perhaps "sat" was the 
wrong word. "Lounged" perhaps? No, that wasn't it either. Deanna sat 
with her legs slightly parted and the top half of her body leaned 
forward, given Shelby a view of the Counselor's breasts. For some 
reason, Shelby couldn't help but steal a few glimpses.

"What?" Shelby asked, snapping out of her thoughts. "What did you say?"

Deanna came to sat next to Shelby on the couch. "I was wondering if 
there was anything on the Enterprise you might miss," she repeated. To 
Shelby, her voice sounded... compelling.

"A few things, I'm sure," Shelby muttered, totally entranced by the
Counselor's eyes. It was getting even hotter in her quarters... maybe 
the environmental controls were malfunctioning? And there was an odor 
coming from somewhere... it was getting Shelby very excited.

Deanna suddenly stood up and reached behind her back. Shelby heard a 
zipper being undone, and the next thing she knew, the Counselor was 
standing naked in front of her. She cupped her breasts in her hands. "A 
few things? Like these?" she asked softly.

Shelby nodded without saying a word. Something strange was going on, but 
at the moment, she didn't really care.

"I've seen you look at them," Deanna went on, "when you thought I wasn't 
looking. And I know what you want to do. Don't worry, everyone wants 
to." She sat back down next to Shelby and cupped her hand behind 
Shelby's head, drawing it in closer to her chest. Shelby licked her 
lips. She had never been this close to another woman's breast before... 
in fact, she had never wanted to be this close before. Now, she wanted 
nothing but to taste the Counselor's swollen nipples with her tongue. 
Indeed, the first touch was electric. "That's good, Elizabeth. Lick my 
hard nipples. Mmmm, that feels so nice... your tongue is so soft!" 
Deanna moaned as Shelby's tongue caressed her tit.

Shelby had no idea what she was doing, and the Counselor almost seemed 
to sense her confusion. "Let me make things clear for you, Commander," 
Deanna said as Shelby sucked her breasts with abandon. "While I was on 
the Borg cube, they assimilated me into their collective. They have... 
supplemented my body to make me more appealing... to both men and women. 
The reason you felt yourself becoming hot was because you were detecting 
the high levels of pheromones I was producing. In fact, I still am 
producing them." She roughly removed Shelby's head from her chest and 
pushed it down between her legs. "See? It's overwhelming, isn't it?"

Shelby's mind was racing. She should be calling security... letting them 
know what was happening to her. But for some reason, all she could do 
was press her face into Deanna's pussy. Shelby sucked up every last drop 
of Deanna's juices, unaware that the Counselor's wetness also included 
the Borg nanoprobes that had assimilated Troi. And so as Commander 
Shelby dug in deeper and deeper into Deanna's wet pussy, the Borg probes 
began assimilating her from the inside out. They began with her nipples 
and her clit, exciting Shelby even more so that her pumping blood rushed 
the nanites into her brain. The whole process took about a minute, until 
Shelby suddenly stopped eating out Troi. Deanna, who had seconds before 
been in complete ecstasy, smiled at Shelby evily. She watched as Shelby 
stood in front of her, posing as she had done just days before when she 
acquired her new life. The Commander's eyes were blank, her mouth was 
covered in Deanna's juices. The whole show was so erotic that Troi 
couldn't help but slip her hand into her pussy.

"WE ARE BORG," Elizabeth Shelby said robotically. Troi smiled as she 
continued to rub herself: her first assimilation. It felt good. But her 
new personality wasn't done yet. The Borg Queen, inbedded deep within 
Troi's mind, withdrew it's control from the woman, leaving her as 
mindless as Shelby. Troi stood next to Shelby, in the same posture 
perfect postion.

"WE ARE BORG," Troi stated monotonously.

"Take off your clothes," the Borg Queen ordered. The Borg-Shelby 
responded quickly, tearing off the uniform of the Starfleet officer she 
no longer was. The metallic Borg implants had not yet begun hiding 
themselves, but the Queen didn't mind. In her mind, it made Shelby even 
sexier. In fact, she instructed the implants in Troi's body to show 
themselves, so that she would be able to watch two Borg drones going at 
it.

The Borg Queen smiled wickedly again (or at least she would have if she 
had a face) as she sent her next command telepathically. Shelby and Troi 
instantly obeyed, with Troi lying down on the couch and with Shelby 
turning slightly to line her own wet pussy up with the Counselor's 
mouth. Troi began flicking Shelby's hard clit with her tongue, and 
through the link they now shared, she felt the same sensation in her own 
clit. And when Shelby actually began eating her again, the pleasure was 
two-fold. Each of them felt the sensation of two tongues probing their 
wet pussies and attacking their sensitive clits, and when they came, 
they came together and shared the orgasm. And the Borg Queen felt it 
all.

The Queen then re-established her dual control of Deanna, and Troi 
ordered Shelby to stand, even though the woman's legs were wobbly and 
did little to support her. Their Borg implants had hidden themselves 
under naked skin, and now they both looked as normal as they had before 
their assimilation.

"I'll now return the control of your body to your new protocol programs. 
They will create a personality that mimics that of Commander Shelby so 
that you will be able to live everyday life," Troi told her. 

Shelby blinked twice, and then her eyes came alive as her personality 
activated. "I will continue to serve the Borg, and I will continue to 
serve you, my mistress," she said.

The Counselor was pleased, and with a thought, she turned off Shelby's 
personality protocols and left her empty and robotic as a Borg drone 
again. There was no practical reason for this... she just enjoyed having 
complete control over her drones. "I'd do more with you, but I know you 
need to be disembarking soon," she said. "Get cleaned up, get dressed, 
and report to Captain Picard. You will then leave the Enterprise, and 
begin your new life as Shelby of Borg."

"I AM SHELBY OF BORG," Shelby said. "RESISTANCE IS FUTILE. ALL WILL BE 
ASSIMILATED. ALL WILL BECOME ONE WITH THE BORG. WE ARE BORG."

And Deanna Troi of Borg enjoyed the show with a finger deep in her wet 
pussy. She couldn't wait to assimilate her next victim.

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

	Report of Drone Troi-A:  I have begun recording a history of my... 
experiences on the Enterprise.  We are currently at the space station 
orbiting Sector 001, waiting for repairs to be completed.  Drone Shelby 
has taken her place among Starfleet, and awaits my command to begin 
assimilation of those around her.  Captain Picard is on shoreleave on 
Earth, attempting to reconcile conflicting emotions.  If only he had 
remained a Borg... emotions are so much easier to control.  
	The repairs of the Enterprise has interfered with my usual Counseling 
sessions, which means I have not yet had the opportunity to introduce 
anyone else to... the new me.  And I am getting, shall we say, 
frustrated.  I am fully aware that my existence consists only of a 
computer program, which can be switched on and off at will by my 
mistress, the Borg queen, but my program has desires... and they need to 
be satisfied.  I will just have to be... imaginative.

	Counselor Deanna Troi looked up as the turbolift doors open... and 
Ensign Welsey Crusher walked in.
	"Hi Counselor!  How are you?" he asked, and then added for the 
computer, "Holodeck two!"  Wesley was always so happy and chipper, much 
to the dismay of those around him.  But he did have an excellent mind... 
one that the Collective could use to their advantage.  Troi made a note 
to assimilate young Mr. Crusher soon.
	"Just relaxing after everything that happened," Troi replied.  "I too 
am headed for the holodeck."
	Wesley nodded, then showed Troi a isolinear chip.  "My mom gave this to 
me.  It's a message from my dad."
	"So she did decide to show you it after all," Troi said, remembering 
the previous conversation she had had with Beverly Crusher about the 
message.  All the time, all Troi could think about was injecting the red 
haired Doctor with Borg nanites and making her another Borg drone... but 
the timing was not right.  She needed Crusher completely alone to have 
the most... fun.
	"Yeah, she thought I was old enough now," Wesley replied.  "I'm a 
little nervous.  It's gonna be strange seeing him again."
	"I'm sure you'll be fine," Troi told him, and the turbolift doors 
opened.  The two of them stepped off, but Troi stopped at the first 
holodeck.  "Good luck, Ensign.  I hope you find the answers you're 
looking for."
	"Thanks Counselor!" Wesley exclaimed as he headed off.  "And I hope you 
have fun!"
	"Oh, I will," Troi thought to herself.  She entered the holodeck, 
waited for the doors to close behind her, and stated, "Computer, lock 
holodeck doors.  Authorization Troi-Beta three nine."
	"Doors locked," the computer replied.
	Troi smiled and then began to concentrate, causing the Borg implants on 
her right wrist to appear.  With an extension of the implants, she 
plugged into the holodeck computer and began instructing.  First off, 
she set up a program to fool anyone who came to see what she was doing.  
The display would indicate that she was participating in Betazoid 
relaxing rituals and was not to be disturbed.  Of course, the ironic 
thing was that her idea could be considered a Betazoid relaxing ritual!
	Next, she began inputting the actual holodeck program.  The holodeck 
grid was instanaeously replaced with the image of a Borg ship's 
corridor, with Borg drones lining the wall.  She finished inputting the 
rest of the program into the holodeck computer, and then she began 
programming herself.  She ordered every one of her Borg implant to 
surface, and within a minute, her body was covered with the cool metal 
all over.  The nanites worked swiftly underneath her uniform, and when 
she unzipped herself and slid her clothing off, her body was covered in 
Borg armor, silver and reflective and so tight against her skin.  With 
the help of the holodeck, she replicated other parts of her body, such 
as a Borg arm and a Borg eyepiece, to complete the look, and attached 
them.  For the first time since being assimilated, Deanna Troi was a 
complete Borg.
	Troi of Borg thoroughly examined her holographic surroundings.  It was 
a perfect replica of the inside of a Borg ship, and by shutting off a 
few key protocols, she was able to convince herself that she was on a 
Borg ship.  Of course, she first had to start the program.
	"Computer," she said, her voice metallic and tinny, "begin program 
Troi-B."
	Borg drones started walking around the holographic ship and energy 
started flowing through the holographic conduits.  Troi stepped into one 
of the Borg regenerative chambers, and let the program take over.
	Electrical wires swung down upon her like they were alive.  They 
slithered all over her body, all over her armor, and she could feel the 
sensation as if it were on her naked skin.  If anything, it was 
amplified by the armor.  One of the wires slithered up her side to her 
shoulder, and then down to her breast, attaching itself to her nipple.  
The Borg armor actually opened up a little to allow the connection to 
take place.  Another wire did the same from the other side.  She could 
feel energy coursing through the wires, stimulating her breasts.  The 
sensation was incredible.  She felt another wire moving its way up her 
leg, across her thigh, until it finally attached itself to her clitoris.  
The circuit was complete, and electricity was coursing through her clit 
and nipples, exciting her like never before.  And then the program began 
to get interesting.
	A Borg drone approached her, obviously completely unaware of what it 
was doing as an individual.  It was completely mindless, and could only 
do what the program instructed it to do... and that was how Troi liked 
it.  The armor around the Borg's crotch began to shift, and Troi found 
herself staring at a huge cyborg cock... and she wanted it inside her.  
The Borg came up to stand in front of her, and inserted the metallic 
shaft into her wet pussy just as it would have plugged into a conduit.  
Troi's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the Borg filling her... 
it was larger than anything she had ever had before, and it was 
contoured just right to stimulate her just the right ways.  With the 
Borg still inside her, and with the wires still attached to the most 
sensitive parts of her body, Troi rotated her body slightly, just enough 
so that the program could proceed.  She heard the whirring of another 
Borg drone behind her, and before she knew it, another metallic cock was 
inbedded deep within her ass.  She could almost feel the two cocks right 
next to each other.  It was incredible!
	Then the Borg cocks began to vibrate within her, while the electric 
current in the wires increased.  Troi felt the sexual stimuli all 
throughout her body... and within just a minute she had experienced her 
first orgasm, her muscles clamping down on the Borg inside her pussy.  
The Borg cocks continued to vibrate inside her, giving her orgasm after 
orgasm, until they finally exploded a liquid into her that was warmer 
and more pressurized than any cum she had ever felt.  It literally 
saturated her pussy and her ass, and after the Borg withdrew, it was 
still dripping out of her.  But she didn't care, it just felt so good.
	The Borg drones moved away, and the wires dettached themselves from her 
body.  She was left feeling so good, so satisfied... and then, she felt 
nothing.  Her eyes went dead.  Her protocal program switched off.  And 
someone approached her.
	"Hello, my darling," the Borg Queen purred in Troi's ear.  "Please 
state your designation for me."
	"I AM DRONE TROI-A OF THE BORG," Troi replied monotonously.
	"What is your purpose?"
	"WE BORG SEEK TO BETTER OURSELVES THROUGH ASSIMILATION.  WE ALSO SERVE 
OUR QUEEN."
	"That's right," the Borg Queen replied coyly.  She slinked over to a 
platform and lied down upon it, spreading her legs.  "Why don't you 
serve me now?"
	Troi of Borg did not reply... it was not necessary.  She moved her face 
in between her queen's legs.  Just as Troi's armor had done before, the 
Borg Queen's armor created a hole around her pussy, and Deanna dug right 
in.  She rhythmically and coldly sucked the Queen's clit and pushed her 
tongue up the Queen's wet vagina.  The Queen loved the simplistic 
pattern Troi was following... it made her all the more a simple drone.  
She held off as long as she could before she came, releasing a stream of 
wetness onto Troi's half metallic face.
	"You serve your Queen well, drone," the Queen told her as Troi regained 
her usual stance: posture perfect, arms at side, breasts out.  "I hope 
you enjoyed this little program as much as I did... but I know you did.  
Unfortunately, we do not want you to be missed.  Connect yourself to the 
holodeck computer again."
	Troi of Borg immediately responded, and the Borg Queen disappeared with 
a holographic shimmer.  The Queen began to speak again, but this time it 
was through Troi's mouth.  "Now we are reunited at last... the way we 
should be.  I enjoy this body... I can't wait to have more fun with it, 
perhaps through other drones we assimilate.  Computer, end program."
	The Borg ship disappeared, along with the holographic Borg implants 
Troi had made for herself.  The nanites inside Troi's body disassembled 
the armor and other Borg implants and brought them back underneath the 
skin, leaving Troi completely naked.  Her body was covered in sweat, her 
pussy was completely wet, and her face was covered in juices.  The Borg 
Queen had not yet activated her personality protocals, and so Troi 
retained the same stiff stance, looking ahead at absolutely nothing.
	"Computer, sonic shower," the Queen demanded through Troi.  The 
holodeck responded quickly, and in just a few minutes, Troi's body was 
clean yet again.  She recovered her uniform, put it back on, and only 
then were her personality protocals reactivated.
	"Mmm, I've always loved a good orgy," Deanna said as she stepped out of 
the holodeck.  Even though all she was now was a computer program... she 
was loving every second of it.

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