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TITLE: STTNG-The Best of All Worlds
AUTHOR: infinitetrek@hotmail.com
CODES: Troi, mc, mast, ff
PART: 1-2/?
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...
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 were 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, "went 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.
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