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SNIPPETS OF SEVEN
CHAPTER 12: RETROSPECT (OR ATTACK OF THE CLONES) PART B
AUTHOR'S NOTES
'This' means someone is thinking- their thoughts.
Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means page breaks.
-X- means a scene change, i.e. from Engineering to the bridge, or a time skip.
Apologies for length between updates, this chapter features an alternative to the Season 4 episode 'Retrospect'. Features various sexual situations, oral sex, xeno, prostitution (implied).
Previously on SO7;
The arms dealer known as Kovin, using stolen samples of Seven of Nine's DNA and nanoprobes created two clones, Ein and Zwei to use to build weapons of war and act as security respectively…
DISCLAIMER; I do not own Star Trek: Voyager, Seven of Nine, or any of the characters that have appeared in any of the Star Trek franchise. This is non-profit- I am making no money from this.
One month after the creation of Ein, two weeks after the creation of Zwei…
Lounging in an authentic Metazian cow leather chair inside his secret office/bunker watching the clone of Seven of Nine he'd named Ein toil away in her lab/dungeon (wearing a bodysuit of sparkling silver with patches around the breasts, crotch and buttocks cut out letting those delicious erogenous zones dangle loose out for all to see from the deathly tight-form-squeezing latex) and the second clone known as Zwei (strutting about in rubber lingerie for some reason) joyfully terrorise his conflicted underlings, the arms dealer known as Kovin considered his situation.
He was slowly losing ground to his competitors in the arms trade business. While the clone bitch could get him better merchandise, it meant nothing if he couldn't win over his would-be clients. Kovin did know he wasn't the most… personable individual, he had only lasted this long due to extensive funds from his tragically-not-deceased-before-his-time father.
He had a new sales pitch of "bigger explosions, from better guns"… but it wasn't pulling in the customers he expected.
Maybe he needed another new sales pitch.
Or maybe the same pitch coming from a prettier mouth…
He put in another call for Dr Slafan, his on-call cloner…
-X-
One month later, lightyears away…
Camera drones flew via anti-gravity transmitting shocking images of ruins of a city that once upon a time may have hosted thousands.
Buildings (large rectangular colony prefabs) had been blown open, exposing the homes within to the elements. Roads paved by duracrete had been shattered by tremendous explosives. Corpses had been splayed out across the dirt and rubble. A once blue sky had turned grey and in some places, black, from gigatonnes of ash and debris thrown into the atmosphere. Fires burned out of control and between the devastation and conflagration weird four winged creatures devoured and pecked at corpses with grey triangular beaks.
A line of shuttlecraft roared over the ash-choked horizon; boxy, dirt stained, dented machines that displayed neither glory nor aesthetics, but scars of war and ugly utility. All of the shuttles had military-spec deflector shields, ablative hull armor and minor blast channelling hull structures.
Those precautions didn't stop an energy beam from a rifle sized device carried by a single foot soldier from penetrating all of it and killing 22 soldiers in that one shuttlecraft.
A voice spoke out, sophisticated, powerful, informative;
"The A24 Multikinetic Neutronic pulse rifle. Antistarship- no I'm not exaggerating- the beam can pierce shields of a battle Frigate, firing at a range of 2 kilometers, secondary effect of irradiating conal blast radius. 600 shots per power matrix, a self-regenerating fusion core."
The shuttles ventral bay doors opened; the dozens of surviving soldiers within dropped hundreds of feet before anti-grav backpacks stopped their freefall seconds before they hit the ground, or that's what should have happened; instead the airborne soldiers were ravaged by a nearly 80 meter wide beam of green energy that overpowered their energy dispersive body armor, entered their nervous system and delivered enough nadion radiation to fry their entire CNS and liquefy brain tissue.
"The N13 Wide Area Assault shotgun; double barrelled, slightly angled wide beam disruptor cannon; capable of 40 shots at 100 meter expanding cone shape, wide fatal beam shots at 500 meters per power cell."
A soldier lucky enough to hit the ground and avenge his comrades hid behind a wall, opaque to organic vision.
Tragically, it was not opaque to an exographic targeting sensor.
He was sniped through the wall, his head being hollowed out by an emerald coloured disruptor beam.
"DX3 hunting rifle; contains a built-in exographic targeting sensor capable of penetrating reactive armor up to 15 meters in cumulative thickness and targeting at 7.4 kilometers. Fires disruptor bolts of Thoron radiation effective against force fields of 9.2 gigajoules and armor of 60 cm thickness at 1.1 second intervals, photonic crystal circuitry, no moving parts and duratanium composite frame makes the weapon lightweight and highly durable."
Seemingly undaunted (or ignorant) more soldiers raced at enemy. However, so focused were they on the fire in front of them that they didn't look up; tiny hover drones the size of billiard balls and concealed from sensors using adaptive camouflage cut them down with disruptors the size of a human fingernail.
'A9 Hunter drone, shielded up to 4.3 gigajoules. Adaptable, hypercompact transneural circuitry for rapid action and response to changing battle field condition. Advanced communication nodes for immediate transmission of data across lightyear distances and defeating most battlefield jamming."
A hovertank charged in; leaping over barricades with anti-gravity boosters before vaporising a line of enemies with its main turreted Thoron shock cannon. The tank wouldn't change the course of the battle though, it was trapped in place by tractor beams emitted by three flying drones. Shimmering, green beams sucked energy out of the vehicle, overclocking their own weapons as they sprayed fire on the vehicles fading shields, a heavy particle beam from a foot soldier gutted the tank leaving it a flaming wreck.
The cameras shifted to a new place; the soldiers, on the defensive during the previous battle were now advancing on a bunker, the shields were blasted through by an A24 blast, the soldiers were shredded by smaller arms fire.
"Sensors show that bunker is constructed of carbon monobonded Duratanium strengthened by nanotubes. Usually it would require bombardment from starship grade weaponry to penetrate it…"
A soldier entered shot with a large rifle, he fired several large orbs of white fire at the bunker. For several seconds nothing happened, then the meters thick walls began to dissolve, like they were being eaten.
"I19 Rifle; fires nanoprobes encased in a gravitic bubble; launched at a target to infect and- depending on their programming (added by the rifles on board computer) to override, disrupt or completely dissolve inorganic targets or kill organic targets."
The guests looked slightly sick as the rifle bolt struck an enemy soldier and within seconds he dissolved into ghastly sludge.
Via drones and security cameras on the ground, these and countless other images of horrific war were being relayed to a Starship in orbit where a group of people stared in conflicting emotions; some horror, some intrigue.
Some eagerness.
The images finally paused.
"Is it better to be feared? Or respected?" The narrating voice called out; strong, clear, confident bordering on arrogant.
"I say, is it too much to ask for both?" A somewhat arrogant smile could be detected merely from her voice.
All eyes turned from the dozen screens of warzone horror to a being that looked transcendentally beautiful;
An alluring woman of a species called human, tall, curvaceous, her dazzling appearance perfectly balanced between professionalism and sexuality.
She strode around the assembled crowd in heels that drew attention as she sharply clacked them against the metal deck.
Her appealingly long, superbly shapely legs were enclosed by silky stockings with an intricate floral pattern around the upper bands, drawing the eye towards her stunning thighs.
Her incredibly shaped waist was encircled by a skirt so short and tight the assembled guests kept sneaking looks at her jaw-dropping ass, holding their breath as she sensually marched around the room, expecting the insidious, near flabbergasting garment to tear and explode off the breathtaking woman in spectacular fashion.
Her midsection was so slim it looked delicate, perfectly showcased by the exquisitely tailored jacket she wore; subtly patterned, long sleeves fitting so tightly that her graceful arms held little to the imagination in shape. It pulled in tightly on her slender shoulders.
Though all details about the jacket were eclipsed by the fact that it cut so wide and low at the front that close to 50% of her full, truly magnificent cleavage were on display with only a waist cincher-like garment, pulling in tightly on her magnificent waist, holding the garment closed and making the more coherent of oglers wonder how she wasn't running out of breath as her confident, yet charismatic voice kept stealing the guests attention from their gazes into the warzone footage and studying her wondrous body. Slight indentation on the suits breasts implied to the off-balance weapons buyers that their host wasn't wearing a bra beneath.
The assembled crowd knew the appealing outfit was designed to distract and attract. Didn't mean it wasn't effective. Especially given that the woman sporting it was equally as stunning; she was dazzling, tall and elegant, curvaceous, yet clearly projecting intelligence, blue eyes full of confidence, energy and amusement. A gorgeous face lightly covered with strategic makeup, glorious, gold coloured hair elegantly styles into spiralling corkscrews that ran down to her shoulders, with styled bangs framing her face.
Diamond-shaped earrings dangles from her earlobes, a silver necklace dangled from her neck, subtly (or not) pointing at her large, all-but-bared breasts. Her hands were sporting thin silky gloves with a silver bracelet around her right wrist.
Her dangerously tight outfit (except the gloves) was bright white and made of a substance that seemed like latex though none had touched it yet, though they all wanted to.
They bartered for several minutes, the guests each giving their initial offers on payment and requests for product delivered.
Only one guest, haggled too much, wanting too much stock for too little price. And it was a customer Kovin explicitly ordered Drei she must make a repeat customer.
So when the other buyers left she and the priority buyer went to a private room for 'more private negotiations'.
-X-
Drei was her knees, quite expertly performing fellatio on the priority buyer as he sat in an armchair with his long legs on either side of Drei's body.
The Borg-inspired neural implant within Drei's brain implanted her with the customs, languages and full cultural databases of one hundred fifty-two sentient races, more knowledge than any non-augmented human could ever even comprehend- let alone utilise. She also was programmed in sexual services (a common occurrence in clones produced for sexual labours such as prostitution, trophy wives, broodmares, etc), which she demonstrated now;
She masterfully worked his phallus with her mouth; her beauteous lips pressing and moulding around his shaft, even pressing against his balls as she deepthroated him, her teeth gently pressed into his skin and veins giving the blowjob recipient a taste of danger (very uncommon for the insulated rich man).
Her tongue, heart-stoppingly hot, wondrously moist, and still very new to the galaxy due to only being a few weeks old, wrapped around the buyers pulsing dick, pushing him to the brink with the evershifting sensations as it entrapped and serviced him.
The buyers cockhead made it into her throat, while Drei was still in her clone tank being programmed with more specialised knowledge than any human in history except Seven of Nine, several surgical modifications were made to her; like her tonsils being removed allowing her to deepthroat future customers easier, she could feel her mark vibrate inside her tight throat as she worked the weapons buyer like a jaded pro.
And that was just her mouth.
Her hands, still in silky gloves, made extraordinary work on his testicles; pressing the heavy male weights to reinforce her marks confidence in his hardness (which was significant), taking his balls in her palms and lifting them up and down (again boosting the males ego by demonstrating his size, gently squeezing and kneading the sensitive, invaluable sexual organ driving him along the path she wanted.
Despite being on her knees, Drei was in full control in this situation. She always was.
The buyer picked up a PADD, trying very hard not to drop it as he was struggling to avoid screaming and flailing with the extraordinary services… Dra was it? Were performing for him- or his money at least.
Trying (and failing) to look authoritative, he signed his signature on the PADD; his thimb was read to record his thumb print, DNA code and bioelectric pattern. With that, enough money to feed a colony of a thousand souls was transferred to the bank account of the worm the whore beneath him served and he took official purchase of several hundred tonnes of Borg-inspired weaponry.
Drei watched him sign out of the corner of her eyes as she breathed through her nostrils to avoid choking on the buyers dick. She could stop now, but repeat business was a huge priority for her, so she continued.
A minute later, her latest mark nearly had a seizure in his armchair as he orgasmed into her mouth.
"Thank you for your time and your patronage, your excellency. I look forward to our future interactions, business dealings and services." Drei diplomatically declared, licking her mouth to pull down the last of her customers sperm to join the load she had swallowed...
-X-
"My name is Drei, on official record as lead saleswoman for Venna Defence Technologies."
"Over the course of the last five months, I, the third clone of the half human, half Borg, Seven of Nine have gone from being new to the galaxy, a pure and pristine slate to being a galactic equivalent of a hover bike (everyone gets a ride)."
Entering a darkened hotel room, alone, without a hint of fear, Drei smiled (almost beamed) during a talk about sales of high yield plasma bombs and adaptive shielded landmines, and within minutes the saleswoman was being spit roasted by two massive bodyguards of a man lurking in shadows watching the scene with a bored look on his face.
"Kovin (the bastard who ordered my construction and dictated my programming parameters) has used me, quite mercilessly, whoring me out to clients who defiled my body and mind. For example I originally gave my virginity to a crazed terrorist wanted for bombing hospitals with as much care as handing over a hyper spanner, and seemingly with each assignment, Drei's sexual misadventures continue, with yours truly taking limbs the human body was not designed to take up my genitals, in my mouth and up my ass."
"I have partaken in- what most normal people would consider- grotesque sexual theatre with intercourse involving species not compatible with humans."
Drei's attractive face reflected the involuntary agony of the insertion of penises four times the size of a human males via the ten foot tall Motalli, shafts covered with thorn-like fleshy covering that fell like daggers as the blue cock they encircled shoved into her bent-over body. Multiple penetrations by beings with multiple seed delivery devices like the Bara Plenum with penises in their forearms allowing them to double penetrate Drei as she lay across the (in human terms, clothed) males lap or the Kradin with two separate penises and four testicle sacs on their oversized crotches allowing Drei to experience a double penetration up both vagina and ass from a single partner.
"In some cases I would give "group consultations"; fucking a client's bodyguards, associates or family members. My top "attendance rate" for one of these sessions was twenty two very happy customers. In some cases I would give private demonstrations of my older sisters/earlier models weapons, I actually quite enjoyed blasting holograms into screaming nothingness on holodecks while strutting about in lingerie or specialist latex or leather fetishwear."
"A few clients were of species who either didn't find humans attractive or physically could not mate with them. This did not make life easy for the S'vadilfari sectors finest saleswoman though, believing I was Kovin's whore (I suppose I am), they delighted in putting me through tortures to "close a deal"; I could write entire fetish novels detailing the heroine receiving horrible torture to her shapely, superior body via insertion of bizarre objects such as unsafe-shaped dildos, anchor-heavy butt plugs, variable-size anal beads (they actually changed shape and size inside the subjects anal canal, rectum and colon), attachment of disturbing devices such as electrifying clamps and neuroelectric pulse emitters. To name but a few."
"My work has taken me to being used by agents of militaries, intelligence departments, while rubbing elbows (and other things) with such people I branched out and made contacts with people specialising in logistics, technical support, military training, comm support, engineering, advanced tech research, PMC's and had entered all of these worlds (usually by sleeping with members)."
"I sell instruments of death and I sell my body to get better prices and achieve my goals."
"And I am very good at my job."
Several months later…
For months the artificial woman had travelled the S'vadilfari sector, striding in unshakeable confidence from one board meeting and bedroom encounter, one weapons demonstration and sexual scene to another.
Even five months on, Drei continued to learn there were always new levels of perverse carnage she could experience; just that week she had been fucked over a desk by a Rilnar; a reptohumanoid whose cum was somewhat acidic, and the near eight foot scaly creature had pumped a solid gallon of the hazardous, weird purple coloured sperm into her body, feeling like she was going to burst from overpressure and melt from what felt like acid pumped into her belly.
Not that complained to the customer of course.
She mentally checked her schedule for the coming week; she had a meeting with an elderly B'omar council member who had the weird fetish of requesting Drei drink full to the brim glasses of sperm from unknown sources (which according to her database knowledge was a punishment for female criminals in ancient times); several sentient races and several lower animals according to a scan she had made of her stomach contents with a bio scanner once.
Another sale upcoming with a Nihydron crime boss who had an anatomically correct android who Drei had mated with until she fainted from what could be described as hours long sexual Olympics (you couldn't outfuck an Android no matter how much practise you had).
She had yet another meeting at a private bar on New Mawasi, she knew from the locale and the rep of the client what would happen; he'd institute an orgy for the patrons.
Seventeen partners in one night was Drei's current top record.
Drei was kept under strict surveillance of course. She had a kill switch implant in her just like her precursor models, Ein and Zwei, and was accompanied as many places as possible by guards.
During this time of course, her creators Dr Slafan and Kovin, as well as the lewd Zwei partook in their favourite businesswoman. Drei had endured hours of the grotesque scientist, sickening arms dealer and psychotic pseudo-sibling fucking her, morning, noon and night. Both with their natural equipment and with technological aids as well. She'd never had sex (or been made to have sex) with Ein (yet), and she and the eldest of the Seven of Nine clones got along relatively well. In fact, she viewed the intellectual slave as her only friend or family.
She wasn't taking working on her back lying down; she plotted for freedom, during a trip to Eter Prime she met a former Krenim intelligence operative skilled in counter surveillance, she convinced him, after drinks and hours of sexual manoeuvring and assurances of tech and info to modify the neural implant in her neck- she could turn it on and off while generating false location signals.
During one of her times concealed she visited a group of mercenaries, after handing them 'surplus weapons' and spending a few hours bent over a bench in their gunships locker room, getting pounded by duratanium-hard, inhumanly-shaped, deep studded cock, they agreed to a mission on her behalf…
So now, as the anniversary of her first time selling sex approached, Drei prepared to kill her owners and rescue her family.
END CHAPTER 12
AUTHORS NOTES
For an idea of what Drei looks like, just imagine what hardcore porn movies think a female real estate agent or secretary or office worker should look like.
For this chapter I went with a very impersonal feel to mirror the zero accountability of real life arms deals. Or something like that, earlier drafts with Drei just fucking an OC felt like it was something I'd done before, and I try to do different things in each chapter.
S'vadilfari sector; made up name for the sector of space much of Voyager's fourth season takes place in, comes from Svadilfari, in Norse mythology, an unusually swift and intelligent horse belonging to a giant who offered to build a great wall around Asgard (the kingdom of the gods) to keep invaders away.
Species List;
Motalli: mentioned in the episode "Think Tank" as an empire Kurros and co had dealings of some kind with.
Bara Plenum: a civilisation at war with the Motalli Empire, also mentioned by the Think Tank.
Kradin: seen in the episode "Nemesis", at war with the Vori, identified by muscular ridges around their faces and teeth on all sides of their mouths.
Rilnar: enemies of the Krenim, erased from existence in one of the timelines created by Annorax.
B'omar: paranoid, xenophobic species seen in the episode "The Raven".
Nihydron: race briefly seen (at least their ships were) in Year of Hell" part 2.
Mawasi: another race briefly seen in the assault on the Time Ship in Year of Hell part 2.
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