The Holodeck - Step into a world of your own creation.

[unmitigated]

Pulls on his beer and grins at her tone, mocking her.

Well there is at least a point to be eluding my 'collective.' You on the other hand are so insititionalized it hardly matters.

Catches her elbow and spins her around so her back is to him as he sits on his stool. At the moment it's nothing more than a tight embrace but her tension gets his cock stirring lazily against her ass. He speaks low into her ear.

Look at these holograms. Look at them partying and laughing. They make far more convincing humans than you do.

A strong hand lingers at her throat, while the other one grabs a fistful of hair and spins her around. He messes up her hair, tossing her headband aside before suddenly gripping the front of her bodysuit and ripping it open until a deep V shows off her her little tits. He spins her again, pulling her back against him but not letting her feel his bone hard cock against her asscheeks. Bitch is a long way off from a compliment like that. He finds a sensitive pressure point under her arm and jams two fingers into it.

I don't think it's even possible to torture little drones like you. You're so stuffed full of nano-probes it's a wonder you register pain at all.

Holds her in place, totally indifferent to her agony.

Somewhere on this ship there is a ventilation unit tirelessly processing carbon dioxide and kicking out oxygen so that you can breathe. I think you owe that unit an apology... Seven of Nine,

Tertiary

Adjunct

of

Uni... matrix



twists his fingers viciously




0...
















1.

Releases her without warning, letting her fall to the floor at his feet.

Bet you wish you'd given yourself a nice, short human name now, huh?

Chuckles.

Dumb little drone cunt.

Lifts his beer and watches her impassively over the rim of his glass.

 

[seven_of_nine]

before I can point out that he is still a working drone he has me captive. I regard the holographic clubbers as the music pounds in my ears. his cock moves slightly against my backside and I lurch forwards but have precisely nowhere to go.

"Look at these holograms. Look at them partying and laughing. They make far more convincing humans than you do."

his lips are at my ear the the jolt it sends down my spine when he speaks almost has me arching slightly but I have more self control than that. I have to concede that he has a point and a flush creeps up my neck at the shame of it.

"You think it more admirable to live a lie?" I snap.

he cuts me off with a hand at my throat and I realise with a stab of real fear that I have no idea what he's capable of. Borg are not generally equipped to handle separation from the collective. Severe psychiatric disorders almost always follow, as I know only too well. Suicide is common but so to is psychosis, paranoid delusion, violence and murder.

I find myself facing him again and his huge hands yank at the front of my suit, ripping it open. I gasp but am too stunned to struggle. Just as quickly I'm facing away from him again and now I do squirm, panicking that I'm going to get raped without putting up even a token fight. The air is cold on my exposed skin and my cunt in comparison feels red hot against the tight confines of my suit.

Then I'm screaming, flinching from the sound before I've even registered that I made it or even that I'm in excruciating pain. my body arches and convulses, turning my shrieks into a hideous vibrato aria. One whole side of my body feels like it's literally on fire.

"I don't think it's even possible to torture little drones like you. You're so stuffed full of nano-probes it's a wonder you register pain at all."

I'm utterly incoherent, unable to beg for mercy, denounce him as evil or struggle in any way

"Somewhere on this ship there is a ventilation unit tirelessly processing carbon dioxide and kicking out oxygen so that you can breathe. I think you owe that unit an apology... Seven of Nine,

Tertiary

Adjunct

of

Uni... matrix,"

I fall silent because my body hasn't even reflexively inhaled. I can feel my face purpling and my eyes bulging. Only when his fingers twist does my body flinch hard enough to jolt my stricken lungs into functioning. The next shriek is ragged and hoarse... defeated

"0..."

The flames down one side of me lick across and finally consume my whole body. I feel my bladder flex and know I'm about to lose control of it.

"1."

The floor punches me in the face and I've never been so relieved. For a long moment it#s beyond me even to try curling into a foetal ball, I just lie there as my self awareness reluctantly returns. I'm relieved to discover that I haven't pissed myself but that's really the only small mercy. Aftershocks jack-knife through my shredded nervous system.

"Bet you wish you'd given yourself a nice, short human name now, huh? Dumb little drone cunt."

Hie voice seems distant to me but regardless of that, it awakens a singular primal impulse in me far older than humanity itself. I scramble awkwardly onto all fours and crawl laboriously away, well aware that standing is beyond me for now.

I under-estimated this man to my cost. I cannot just lie there and wait for him to attack me again.

 

[unmitigated]

Watches her go for a few moments, drinking and admiring her ass. Sets the beer down and rises, reaching her in two long strides. A huge hand grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her up onto her knees.

Pathetic.

Drags her across the polished floor.

Your name is purely a utilitarian designation, correct Seven?

Lifts her bodily onto the nearest couch, marvelling at how petite she is... how helpless.

Well I have a new utilitarian designation for you, I think it will ease your transition - if you can call your excuse for a life such a thing - Cunt.

Smirks at her terrified indignation... her shame. Moves to the end of the couch and yanks her head over it, pinning her by leaning his weight on her pelvis.

You're right of course, it is a little derogatory. For now, let's just go with...

Pretends to muse,

'Throat.'

Frees his huge black dick and lets it hang over her face. She could attack it but she's not quite suicidal enough... yet. Let her see just what's coming.

Her tight suit makes it the work of a second to jam a finger up against her clit. Hard, fast circles send fresh waves of sensation along her fried synapses. Stares down at her; the exposed tits, the wild hair, the way she fucking hates him right now.

I'd take a deep breathe about now if I was you... throat.

As soon as her lungs are full her mouth is stretched wide. Short determined thrusts annihilate her gag reflex until he's balls deep inside her. His fingers frigg her furiously, knowing that she'll be experiencing arousal like she's never felt before... if ever. She's quickly close and he abruptly stops, focusing all his attention on fucking her face.

It's exquisite. She's so fucking tight, so tense and reluctant. Feral grunts fall from his lips as he pounds her savagely. It takes everything he has not to let rip and throatfuck her to death. His fingers dig into her pale skin, curled tight like he wants to simply rip her apart... because he does.

 

[seven_of_nine]

I knew I wasn't going to get very far but it's still a shock to be grabbed by the hair and simply dragged away

"Pathetic." He sneers.

My hands rise to try and pry his fingers out of my hair, my eyes filling with tears at the sting of it. My breath is coming in hard sobs now and the fear is still overlaid with arousal. This deeply shames me. No words form in my head.

"Your name is purely a utilitarian designation, correct Seven?"

The last sob is knocked out of me as he tosses me down on a couch. I squirm and fight to no avail.

"It is merely familiar." I snap. "Let me go!"

"Well I have a new utilitarian designation for you, I think it will ease your transition - if you can call your excuse for a life such a thing - Cunt."

The word reverberates through me like a backhand to the face. The fresh jolt of humiliation jack-knifes down to the pit of my stomach. He drags me to the end of the couch and pins me there. Bucking and squirming beneath him only exposes more of my skin, my pale nipples already rock hard and adding to the sensations warring within me.

"Bastard!" I try to lift my hips but he is immovable, towering over me. I'm so busy lifting my head to glare at his face that I completely fail to register my proximity to his crotch and what that might mean for my immediate future.

"You're right of course, it is a little derogatory. For now, let's just go with... throat."

I gasp as one hand snakes from my pelvis, over a small hard tit and then rises to the crotch of his jeans. All I can do is watch, mesmerised, as he pulls out his big cock and frees his heavy balls. The warm scent of him suddenly suffuses me ad I can feel my resistance buckling as the tension in my body takes on a different quality. My mouth waters even as my mind balks at the size of him.

"Ah!"

The pad of a strong finger jams against my clit and it makes no difference whether my legs are closed or open, he is impossible to dislodge. He rubs me through my suit, my shredded nervous system blazing into life again. I'm quickly soaked and squirming inside my suit but he will not be thwarted. His cock twitches lazily in front of me as I arch and moan, pinching and rolling one of my nipples as the last of my reluctance evaporates.

I don't care what he does to me. I just don't want this to stop.

But of course he does just that, waiting until I'm almost there and then snatching his hand away. I cry out in dismay.

"I'd take a deep breathe about now if I was you... throat."

Seeing him grip his shaft does something to me and I know full well that if I bare my teeth to him I'll regret it. I open my mouth wide and close my eyes, inhaling deeply. He pushes into me determinedly, working himself past my gag reflex until he's fucking my throat with short, hard strokes. I over-ride all my innate survival instincts and let him use my mouth, feeling myself getting light headed the longer he pounds away.

Part of me doesn't want him to stop. Part of me just wants to be free of the onerous task or re-integrating into the human race. Part of me just wants peace without the constant hum of my regeneration alcove in the background and my fractured memories of the hive mind.

Part of me is therefore happy when my thoughts fade and the black clouds of oblivion start to roll in.

 

[unmitigated]

When her body goes limp he pulls out and slaps her face with his cock to bring her round again

Where the fuck do you think you're going, throat? I snarl, jerking my thick, veined cock over her face with one hand and viciously twisting her niples with the other.

Watches her chest heave as she coughs up saliva and precum before she can breathe. Her face is a fucking picture now, all smudged mascara and viscous fluid. Turns his attention to her suit, ripping it open all the way from her ribcage to her soaking cunt. Plunges into her throat again but her body bucks and gags so violently that he pulls out after only a few thrusts, breath catching as he calms himself down.

Flips her over and takes his keys from his pocket, puncturing her suit over each asscheek so he can rip two more holes into it. Pulls her by the hair onto all fours, face down with her ass up.

Move cunt... I fucking dare you. See what I don't do to your worthless ass.

Pulls his belt slowly from his jeans, taking a loop in his hand and swatting her ass expierimentally.

You're going to hold that position.

Swats the other cheek, harder.

And when you can't take any more of this you're going to beg me to fuck you.

Drags the leather up her slit and then flicks the belt directly at her clit.

 

[seven_of_nine]

gasps and lurches awake, shocked by how much the slaps sting. It feels like I'm drowning and I have to fight to clear my airway. His angry voice jolts through me and I squeal as he grabs a nipple and pinches but it's a pathetic sound that rises from my ravaged throat. The whole of my field of vision is filled by his huge black cock and the powerful hand that's stroking it. I don't know how he has forced that thing past my gag reflex.

Then he grips my suit and rips it further, digging his fingers into my pale skin. I'm soaking wet and he finds this out when he exposes my pussy. Any hope of convincing him that I don't want this vanishes the instant his fingers make contact with my hot, slick hole.

And then before I've gathered myself enough to voice a false protest, he's forcing his way back into my mouth again. This time he catches me with only half a lungful of air and it's a very short time before I'm bucking futilely under him, desperate to breathe. He gets the message and pulls out before I fall unconscious but it's only a very small mercy and not even faintly altruistic. I cough and gasp, making the most of whatever reprieve he give me. Arching up and twisting, I'm not really trying to escape but I still can't believe he's just using me... and that I'm letting him.

The next thing I know, I'm on my front, face down in plush white leather. The sound of keys momentarily throws me but I'm trying to rise as he grabs my backside and starts puncturing the remains of my suit. I find that I simply don't have the nerve to test him now. The memory of the terrible pain he caused me ripples across my seared synapses and keeps me from doing anything suicidally stupid. His fist in my hair, pulling me into the position he wants... it liquefies my bones and I would have moaned had I not just been face-fucked to the point of virtual muteness, not that he needs the encouragement.

"Move cunt... I fucking dare you. See what I don't do to your worthless ass."

The unmistakable sound of his belt being removed renders me perfectly still and silent. I don't know how I'm going to handle what he does next, despite the fact it will be nothing in comparison to having a pressure point played with. The knowledge that I am kneeling here compliantly with my arse in the air, letting this happen to me is deeply shaming and naturally makes me surge with fresh wetness.

The first strike falls and though I start in surprise, it's not that hard.

"You're going to hold that position."

The tone of his voice is doing obscene things to my subconscious.

The next swat is harder but he's still only warming up. I swallow and remain still and quiet. I am as interested as he is to see what I can tolerate.

"And when you can't take any more of this you're going to beg me to fuck you."

I raise an eyebrow at this, not that he's able to see me doing so. Borg acceptance is total. Injury is irrelevant. If you can still move you obey. The collective knows your damage and will tell you if it is expedient for you to attempt self repair or to return and be fixed up by another drone. Death is also irrelevant. Only the collective matters and if that makes you collateral damage then so be it. You have no great attachment to the state of living at all.

Borg do not beg. Not only do they not fear, they know of and accept their individual irrelevance. To beg for leniency is to believe that you are worth that mercy. Borg would consider it a presumption.

And he knows this. He knows that this above all is one thing that I cannot do. He will use this as 'proof' that I am still a drone at heart.

I'm yanked out of that reverie by him running the leather up my pussy. I close my eyes fractionally before the swat hits my clit, the flick of his wrist adding a vicious snap to it.

"Ah!"

Reflexively I bring my backside down to protect my pussy and it's a few seconds before I realise he hasn't hit me again or yanked me back into position. A few more seconds confirm it. He is waiting for me to lift my backside and offer it to him again.

Bastard.

My clit stings like fuck. If he hits me there again any time soon I may well try to flee once more. My face flushes darker than it's ever been as I slowly resume the position he put me in.

 

[unmitigated]

Rains blows down on her exposed skin; forehand and backhand, all over her ass, upper thighs, clit and tits. There is no rhythm, no pattern, no consistency in the force used. Every stroke is completely unpredictable and some of them she waits there squirming for. Every time she moves from her starting position he stops and waits, daring her to do something stupid. Between a couple of these strokes he leans down and speaks low in her ear.

You are one dumb, broken little bitch. How many times are you going to keep lifting that useless ass for more abuse?

Straightens, gripping a hot, red asscheek and squeezing it until his nails dig in. His hand slips down to her white hot cunt, the flesh angry and swollen... and wet. He shoves one thick finger in and curls it against her G spot, pressing a nail into her slick wall. She convulses and he smiles as her pussy grips him. Instantly he pulls his finger out of her. He grabs the base of his cock and crams it into her clenched tight cunt, yanking her hips back and causing her as much pain as possible. He holds himself deep for a moment, feeling the tension in her body. He lifts her by the hair until her back is against his chest, hooking one hand under her arm and over her shoulder to pull her down and impale her as deep as she'll physically go.

Oh you want me to fuck you so hard.

Flings her back down onto all fours and pulls out, covered in her juice now. Slaps his cockhead against her clit for good measure.

Well that's just too fucking bad. He chuckles.

Walks around the couch and grabs a fistful of her hair, dragging her forwards and pushing into her mouth again.

Taste just how desperate you are. He sneers.

His free hand resumes licking her ass with the belt, this time hitting her rhythmically in time to his thrusts into her skull.

If I feel your teeth I'm going to punch them out.

Open up cunt. His tone is impatient. Swats her savagely hard, making her mouth open in a scream so he can get deeper. When she's purple in the face he pulls out, slapping her face hard. Steps back around the couch and admires her red ass.

Now, where were we? Oh yes... you were refusing to beg.

Resumes his tactic of random strokes, layering fresh pain onto her raw flesh.

Let's see how that works out for you shall we?

 

[unmitigated]

Kicks the deck's control panel.

Computer!

Snarls in response to the beep.

Cut the power to that lazy slut's regeneration chamber. If she doesn't get her ass back in here immediately, I suggest you search your databanks for a holographic medical officer.

Cut power to regeneration chamber and locate medical officer program?

Swallows hard on the urge to swear some more.

Yes.

 

[seven_of_nine]

I focus completely on maintaining my position on all fours as my skin is lit up all over by the belt strokes. the pain reaches a level where I'm not even really feeling it any more... not as pain anyway. It becomes merely another layer of sensation amid the cocktail of adrenaline, endorphin, terror, lust and physical stimulation that renders me nothing more than a vessel.

The fact that my nerves have already been shredded by his horrifically painful earlier assault means that the pain registers deeper within me than merely surface impact play. My wanton cunt is dripping onto the plush leather of my faux nightclub with it's fake revellers. This is what I really am; a broken little whipping bitch... this and nothing more. Everything else is merely pretence; a way of marking time until I can feel this excruciating euphoria all over again.

Even the occasional swat to my clit can't reach me beyond my agonized trance. I'm utterly lost. Incapable of coherent thought.

"You are one dumb, broken little bitch. How many times are you going to keep lifting that useless ass for more abuse?"

his voice... so sudden and unexpected with his breath falling into my ear and down my neck, it makes me gasp as though I've been slapped in the face. Instantly the torturous reality of the state my body is now in crashes in upon me and I emit what can only be described as a low keening sound, my stance on all fours with my arse held high finally wavering

even now the tears don't fall. they're dammed up far beyond my reach

he grips my backside and I flinch at the touch of him on my raw flesh. When his fingers find my cunt it takes everything I have not to press back onto them. My body tenses as I fight for stillness and as a reward he crams one thick finger into me, forcing his way past my swollen, angry cuntlips. Instead of going deep he elects to jab a nail into me, right on my front wall. Instantly my hips buck and a gush of fresh wetness voids from me as I cry out in shock. My pussy flexes hrd on him, gripping him like a vice and like the bastard he is, he instantly withdraws.

I don't even register the huge hand on my hip before he's forcing his way into my tightly clenched hole, his huge, thick black cock ripping me apart as I scream and claw at the couch. My slight frame and his sheer size makes our coupling a near impossibility, were it not for his powerful physique and total disregard for the damage he might cause me.

Suddenly I'm rising, yanked up and backwards until I'm pressed against his broad chest. My raw, hypersensitive skin is pressed against him and he presses my tiny body as far down his shaft as it will go. Cuntjuice and blood run down the base of his shaft as I convulse helplessly... not cumming but just unable to accommodate him. The sounds I'm emitting from my ravaged throat are the most guttural, bestial noises.

There's something utterly obscene about being held against his clothed body when I'm so exposed. It's as though he doesn't want me touching him, which stirs something dark and self loathing in me. He hasn't kissed me or caressed me once... because worthless cunt is deserving of no such courtesy. It reinforces my status here as a convenient fuckhole, something goes right through to the core of my being.

"Oh you want me to fuck you so hard."

His tone this time is deep and warm, flirtatious even. His cock twitches inside me and I wait with eager impatience for him to start thrusting. I don't care if kills me, I have to be fucked by this man. I moan my assent, my back arching.

Then I'm flung forward and away from him, rejected. He yanks himself out of me and I've never been so bereft, my cheated cunt flexing on air. His cockhead smacks my clit hard and though I yelp, I'm still hopeful that he's going to enter me once again.

"Well that's just too fucking bad." He chuckles. He laughs at me. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, knowing that any expression of disappointment will probably see me flayed.

He fucks my mouth and makes me taste how wet I am, mocking me further. I scowl into his tightly curled pubic hair, suffused by the smell of him once more. I have to fight to keep my mouth pliant as he start whipping my arse again, layering blows on top of fresh welts. Nausea roils in my gut as he skullfucks me. When I'm about to pass out on the leather he pulls out again and moves behind me but I'm not nearly dumb enough to hope that he will impale me on his cock again.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes... you were refusing to beg."

"Let's see how that works out for you shall we?"

This time I'm in too much pain to zone out and I'm too angry at him for not fucking me to quiet my mind. Every blow stings like fuck on my red, angry flesh and my arse keeps bobbing as I yelp and squirm before forcing myself to lift my behind again.

 

[unmitigated]

She refuses to yield and his mind wanders as he continues to strike her. He's getting bored, a fact which should scare the shit out of any girl he's getting intimate with.

But his mind doesn't wander all that... far.

Suddenly decisive, he flips the belt over and punctuates his next words by lashing her asscheeks viciously with the buckled end.

"Stupid. Little. Drone. Cunt."

Her skin breaks and bleeds. He pulls her hips back towards him and caresses the damage he's done. He rips what remains of her suit off of her and picks her up. He's not exactly gentle but neither is he sadistic. He tosses her tiny body over his shoulder and carries her with her ass in the air out of the holodeck. He sets her down in her regeneration alcove and holds her gently in place as he starts what in fact is a very short cycle, the Borg version of a power nap. He sneers down at her as her eyes flicker and roll up.

"Just what is the fucking point of you?"

While she's enjoying her respite he fetches a cold beer from the club and sets about making some adjustments to her alcove. In less than an hour he's stripping off his clothes and joining her. He admires her hard little body, jerking himself back into life as the timer ticks down on her regeneration cycle.

Her eyes snap open, not drowsy but fully alert if not fully refreshed. He lifts her chin, pulls her up on tiptoe and kisses her hard, distracting her from the imminent realization of what he's done.

Seven of nine, tertiary adjunct of unimatrix 01.

We are Borg.

He speaks the words into her mind and she vocalises the last three, too conditioned not to. The instant horror that twists her beautiful features is almost enough to make him blow his load there and then.

They are now a hive mind of two, which means she now has access to all his memories, even the things he's forgotten. More crucially than that, she can feel his malevolence towards her, his contempt of her. She can feel his cock pulsing in anticipation of the new cruelties he's about to inflict on her. She knows just how deep his depravity goes.

He can't physically hurt her here, because he has no desire to experience her pain. He's already acutely aware of how sore she is inside and out, despite the best efforts of the regeneration cycle and her nanoprobes. But there's something else he's always been curious about and he's determined now to experience it from her perspective.

Having caught her off guard with the kiss and then spoken within her mind, he ups the ante. His lips slide down over her ravaged throat and find her red, whipped tits. He pulls a nipple into his mouth and toys with it, marvelling at how strongly her body responds despite its soreness. He feels her flood with wetness that isn't wholly voluntary, her mind reeling as she struggles to assimilate what he's done... and why.

He holds her gently but insistently against the alcove wall, nipping at her other nipple playfully before moving lower, kissing the heat that he can feel pooling in her belly. He kneels down and hooks one of her legs over his shoulder, nibbling his way up her red inner thigh before delving into her cunt.

As the more dominant presence in their little collective, he projects his train of thought into her conscious mind without a battle of wills. He remembers one of the first women he ever attacked, one of his first acts of open rebellion. This girl hadn't been a sick kinky little bitch who wanted it however, she had screamed and fought the whole time. She was a blonde, stacked little priss who he decided not to assimilate into the collective. He had beaten her black and blue, venting all his anger and frustration. She had wept and begged for mercy until he lost his patience and choke-fucked her into unconsciousness just to shut her up. She never opened her eyes again.

At the same time as he's feeling everything he's doing to seven's cunt, pushing her closer to orgasm. She's experiencing the sadistic glee he felt as he split the blonde's lip, knocked her on her ass and then stuck the boot in. The total power he had over her as he raped and killed her. The way he discarded her afterwards like a used condom, without a second thought.

 

[seven_of_nine]

there's a pause when I hear the belt moving in his hands and for a whole wild second dare to hope that he is done beating me. then the vicious strikes with the buckle rip lacerations into my swollen, welt covered arse

"Aah! Ah! Ah! STOP!" what remained of my composure has totally fallen away now. it feels like he's hacked out lumps of my flesh rather than caused a few scratches and cuts

incredibly, he drops the belt and pulls my poor backside towards him in an apparent act of random acquiescence. I hiss and moan as his strong fingers press into what's left of my skin and caresses the injuries he has inflicted. he yanks at the remnants of my suit and rips it from me, while I gaze hopelessly up at his clothed body. he lifts me from the couch and tosses me over his shoulder and I actually gasp at how far from the ground I am as I lie draped across his towering six foot, five inch frame. like any former drone his chocolate brown body is all lean muscle, in the peak of optimum health and function. I wish he was naked so that I could admire his arse from this vantage point.

I'm really beyond caring where we go or what he does with me. he hasn't taken his pleasure and cum yet, so I assume that he is far from done with me. when we actually exit the holodeck however I'm perplexed. he puts me down in my alcove and I watch, dumbfounded with utter shock as he cues up a regeneration cycle for me. I suddenly realize he's going to leave me stood here naked for anyone to stare at as they walk by. when I gaze up at him uncomprehendingly, opening my mouth to ask what he's doing, to tell him he can't leave me here like this, he cuts in and growls at me

"Just what is the fucking point of you?"

my eyes finally begin to smart at the realization that I have no idea. he stares me down, radiating utter contempt until the alcove empties out my perverted mind and sets about repairing some of the damage he has done

~~~x~~~​

when my eyes next open he is stood before me naked, his huge erection resting heavily against my belly. my eyes travel up over his beautiful brown body as he tips my head back and kisses me. it's a hard, possessive kiss that has me moaning and reciprocating ardently... except

except that something is not right... something is very very wrong

Seven of nine, tertiary adjunct of unimatrix 01.

to hear his voice inside my mind is powerfully triggering for me. my whole body freezes and tenses as the realization occurs that I am no longer alone inside my own head. that he has access to every thought and memory I've ever had. that I'm being exposed to the reality of his personality, as flawed in its way as my own

We are Borg.

I feel my lips move, my ravaged throat working as he breaks the kiss and I speak words that are not mine. my awareness moves outwards, staring up at him, unable to believe what he has done to me, shaking like a leaf within his arms

"No!" my voice is as broken as my sense of self, his memories and powerful personality threatening to sweep aside whatever remains of my psyche. this is a violation of the core of my being, a hideous act of sadism. hatred of him courses through me and is met with his mirth, his triumph

his lips start travelling down my body and now I'm suddenly aware of how hard and aching he is, how much he wants to fuck me. his mouth finds my nipples, making me gasp. it is he who flinches but that doesn't stop him from continuing his assault. he drops to his knees and puts my leg over his shoulder, giving him access to my pussy, which is wet and needy despite my conscious ambivalence

then he sets to work and he is able to feel everything that he's doing to me, giving him a huge unfair advantage. I'm soon way beyond conscious thought of any description and his own arousal just adds to the raw sexuality of the whole situation

as a drone I had no sexual urges and experienced no sexual pleasure. I also had no emotional range. the hive mind comprised billions and aside from the Queen's underlying will, her messages and her instructions, aside from unity the hive mind's influence was subtle. it was always there in the background, tempering your thoughts and negating your individuality.

what it did not do was push you to the brink or orgasm whilst forcing you to re-live the violent acts carried out by a man who was going to relish torturing and fucking you. I saw the memories from his perspective, so that it felt like I was the one beating and raping the unfortunate blonde. it was a quick attack and brutal, carried out before the collective were able to spot the slightest dip in his loyalty or efficiency. although I recoiled from his savage joy I still had to endure it washing over me. seeing that he was capable of this, that this was a cherished memory and something he could probably do again with no compunction, it was deeply chilling. the horror of the poor girl's demise soon had me struggling to dislodge him from my pussy, while my mind screamed into his

Stop it... STOP this! Get out of my mind! Get me out of your head you sick bastard!

 

[unmitigated]

He's having so much fun teasing her cunt, bringing her to the edge and then denying her repeatedly as he daydreams about raping the blonde. When her voice slices through his thoughts he's suddenly reminded of the torment she's experiencing. He was aware of it in the background but hadn't been focusing on it. Partly because he didn't give a fuck. She won't be ignored now however and he knows almost instantly that she's no longer anywhere near orgasm. Stupid bitch has just rendered his efforts wasted. Not a good move on her part.

Her anguish just makes him rock hard and she'll even be able to feel that happening. What happens next he doesn't advertise with conscious thought however. His face lifts from her clit and splits into a huge grin as she screams at him via the very mind link that she's trying to reject. Suddenly he's rising and taking her with him, lifting her clear off the ground and into his arms, his pulsing cockhead slipping around in the wet mess that is her cunt.

Instead of pinning her to the wall and shoving her down onto his dick however, he turns around and tosses her out of the alcove altogether, severing their mental connection. He sneers down at her and grips his cock with one huge hand, her cuntjuice adding to the sensation as he jerks it slowly at her.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. They both know she is going to come back and finish this. She wants him far too fucking much. When she finally accepts how fucked up she is and moves back towards him, he spits just a single word at her.

Crawl.

 

[seven_of_nine]

I know I'm in deep shit the moment he smiles

I brace for the savage force of his entry, marvelling at how easily he can lift me and throat me about. my wet pussy rests on his cockhead and his arms are around me. once more the pendulum of my ambivalence swings and I want this to happen to me. my mind might be tortured but my body knows exactly what it wants and my mind is not in the driving seat right now. my back arches against the alcove wall and I try to prepare myself for the agony that will be accommodating him

Without warning, he turns around and throws me out of the alcove altogether. I'm so relieved at being severed from his twisted mind that I don't even register the pain of landing on the deck floor and skittering across it naked. I'm winded for a moment, totally overwhelmed by how tall and strong his is. It's no possible for me to simply admire his dark, muscular physique without being terrified of it. and as for that cock... there is no possible way that thing is going to fit inside me, not since he forced it in and ripped me apart. my insides are swollen and throbbing for all the wrong reasons

as I finally start breathing raggedly I lift my gaze to him. he's just stood there waiting for me, utterly convinced I'll go back. I watch him stroking his enormous cock and visibly blanch at the realization that I've already had him inside of me. it's not an experience I want to repeat.

... is it?

he has brought me so close to cumming multiple times and my legs are now like jelly. I couldn't run even if he was bearing down on me brandishing a meat cleaver. Even if I was fully refreshed he would outstrip me within seconds and his revenge would not be pretty. I stare up at him, scarlet curls tumbled around a face that's too pale even for me, hyperventilating. my tits ache in the cold air, my pussy is aching and my hot, tenderised flesh just burns to be abused by him again. adrenaline is singing through my veins since he threw me, stirring up the residual arousal from when he went down on me and despite my soreness he was skilled enough to bring me to the brink repeatedly.

why am I like this? why do I want this?

my mind however is a haven of tranquillity in comparison to being forced to link with his. I absolutely do not want to go back in there and witness more of his atrocities, feel his anger, contempt and savage lust. I don't want to know what he's capable of and what he thinks of me.

but I do.

I already know these things now. My nanoprobes gift me with a photographic memory. I cannot unlearn them.

so just what have I left to lose?

he watches me process all this, the bastard. doesn't need free access to the inside of my head in order to know what logic will dictate I conclude. that I can still apply logic to my current dilemma is really a testament to how drone-like I still am

I sigh, aware that he is becoming impatient. I can see it in his eyes and the angrier way he jerks himself, firing himself up for his next act of sadism on me. I try to focus on how much I wanted him to fuck me just before he denied me. I get shakily to my knees and try to take an educated guess at my ability to stand now

"Crawl."

it's not a request and part of me is relieved that there's no need for me to try standing now. I have already debased myself before this man, I have no pride left to lose. I get on all fours and crawl to him, shaking and swaying slightly. At this angle I'm basically approaching his massive cock and my trepidation increases. I lift my gaze higher and try to stay focused on his face

 

[unmitigated]

He doesn't react until she's crossed two thirds of the space between them. Then he steps down from the alcove and in two long strides he's booting her back across the room, his foot connecting squarely with her ribcage. Such is his displeasure that she winds up even further from the alcove than when she started to move. He stands over her, the stance of his 6 foot 5, broad shouldered frame conveying his contempt. His voice is a low pitched growl.

"Pathetic."

He turns on his heel and returns to the alcove but he's not stroking himself now. This latest humiliation of her is more than enough to keep him rock hard.

"I want your ass in the air, your belly on the floor and if you so much as glance at me I will blind you. I want your whole body begging for me, in all the ways that you'd be to stupid to even if I beat you bloody."

He lets her digest this for a moment then sniggers with amused satisfaction when she surrenders to inevitability and begins to assume the position.

"Disappoint me again bitch, I fucking dare you."

He watches her carefully, the large part of him between his legs hoping she'll fuck this up again.