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SNIPPETS OF SEVEN CHAPTER 8- ONE 1/3
1st SEPTEMBER 2011
AUTHOR'S NOTES
'This' means someone is thinking- their thoughts.
Horizontal ruler (a line across the page) means page breaks or large time skips.
-X- are small time skips.
Apologies for length between updates, this chapter features group sex both M/F and F/F.
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.

STARDATE 51929.3 (2374)
Seven of Nine stepped into the turbolift, trembling, eyes darting around nervously. She knew her mind was playing tricks on her. She had been recently informed that the radiation of the nebula they were passing through (radiation she was supposed to be immune to) was affecting her Borg implants causing her to see and hear things which were not there.
"You're wasting your time you know."
Seven jumped in fright. The voice came from Ensign Kim. No, an illusion of Ensign Kim who stood to her left. A smug looking Lieutenant Paris stood to Seven's right.
"And you're wasting your energy. When there are so many..." Paris looked to the false Kim. "... More interesting ways of occupying yourself..."
The pair moved in closer to Seven. She looked at them frightened, then her cold demeanour returned;
"You are not real. Leave me!" She focused on the turbolift door in front of her, willing her mind to make the apparitions disappear.
She jerked as Kim gently touched her thigh. 'I can feel his fingers, his warmth... no, this is an illusion. The radiation is affecting my nervous system. I will adapt.'
She closed her eyes summoning all her willpower to destroy the hallucinations, instead she opened her eyes to see Commander Chakotay and Lieutenant Commander Tuvok had joined the earlier false crewmembers at her sides. The ex-drone was surrounded and feeling more than a bit claustrophobic.
She felt more fingers on her body. Lt Paris was rubbing Seven's right leg while Ensign Kim rubbed circles on her stomach.
Paris reached up to her shoulder while Kim eased his hand up to the bottom of her tits.
Seven stared at the turbolift door trying to ignore what was happening to her until she felt someone tugging on her bodysuit's zipper.
"You are illusions... you cannot-"
Her voice choked out into nothingness as Tuvok and Chakotay grabbed and felt up Seven's breasts. Seven gasped in horror, face reflecting disgust. A series of rough touches on Seven's long legs caused her to look down and see B'elanna Torres kneeling before her feeling up her legs.
"You are not real you cannot affect me!" She shouted at the Klingon-human hybrid in desperation- nothing more, she couldn't force her body to do anything- her mind didn't seem to be working properly anymore.
Seven looked around the increasingly cramped turbolift; gasping as her zipper was pulled right down just above her ass.
In front of her she was being felt up from her tits to her legs by images of the first officer and chief of security. Kim and Paris' hands entered her clothing touching bare skin, while strong female hands grasped at her long legs.
During all this Seven could only look around in frightened confusion, her beautiful, normally Vulcan-like face reacting to every hand probing her body.
She closed her eyes again, gritting her teeth. 'Why is my mind creating these illusions? What is wrong with me? I can stop this! I will stop this!'
When she opened her eyes again she found yet more company; Neelix and the Doctor. She stared at them open mouthed as they joined in groping her as she stood there half paralysed.
B'elanna explored Seven's lower body, first tracing Seven's toned yet feminine muscles with her fingers before getting more aggressive; she bunched up the bodysuit material between her thumb and fingers, pulled back and released letting the skintight material snap sharply against Seven's skin. Seven reacted to the light pain of her clothing strike her skin although it was more humiliating and inexplicable than painful. She looked down and saw what she believed was lust on the chief Engineer's strange yet beautiful face rather than the usual annoyance or outright rage she generally saw.
Someone, probably Tuvok and Neelix (Seven didn't want to look) had pulled her upper clothing further apart; down her arms to expose her chest and belly. Her top half of clothing was now only held up by her arms.
All male hands on her upper body went for her breasts; five hands played with her well developed chest; pressing, poking and jiggling them in their undergarments.
Seven's face showed her pain and disgust as Ensign Kim, Lieutenant Paris, Commander Tuvok, the Doctor and Neelix poked and squeezed her large tits while Lieutenant Torres focused on her legs. The roving male and female hands covered her whole body; almost hiding her large breasts and wide hips from view as she spasmed in response to the mauling.
One hand stopped and pressed between Seven's legs while the others kept probing.
"This isn't happening... this isn't happening..."
Seven recited her denial over and over to no avail as the illusionary crew's hands continued to molest her body.
Standing in front of the frightened ex-drone B'elanna ripped open Seven's undergarment exposing her bare tits to the half-Klingon's view- she manipulated Seven's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers while Kim and Paris' hands reached around to crudely poke and squeeze the newly freed and bared mounds of flesh.
B'elanna broke her silence- the first time anyone had spoken to her in what seemed like an eternity; "Not bad... big, soft, flexible..." As though to prove her point Kim and Paris bounced her boobs around as they continued playing with her mounds. The two human illusions and one half Klingon stretched and bounced her tits around carelessly and obscenely.
"I'm bored." Seven recognised the cultured, sophisticated voice; Captain Catherine Janeway. "Let's move things along shall we?"
Seven looked around and realised she wasn't in the turbolift anymore. She was on the Bridge- command centre of Voyager.
The assembled crewmembers all firmly took a hold of a part of Seven's body and forced her to move as they wished; they forced her to bend over the Captain's lap (who sat in her Command chair).
"Where...? This is... this is not happening!" She yelled at the seated Captain-mirage.
'The Captain' wrapped her legs around Seven's, trapping the taller woman over her lap.
Everyone began focusing on Seven's ass, groping and pinching the globes of flesh. One of the group (Lt Torres, Seven believed) took hold of her skintight clothing and tore away a small piece on the curve of her ass. Another (possibly Tuvok- she couldn't see while bent over the Captain's lap) tore away a much larger piece across her upper right thigh.
Seven winced at the awful tearing/ripping noise as Harry Kim, Paris, Neelix, Chakotay and the Doctor all tore strips of clothing from her body while the Captain stroked her back soothingly and hummed a strangely familiar melody to her that she couldn't quite place.
With her ass pushed up by the Captain's knees, the crew tore chunks away until both ass cheeks bulged out surrounded by a few strips of ruined fabric. Her legs were effectively bare and various male hands felt up the exposed flesh while the Janeway illusion continued stroking her back while B'elanna returned to playing with the bent over blond's tits.
"Stop this! This is an illusion! Caused by... radiation from the nebula! I... can stop this!" She couldn't even move.
Roughly they pulled her up. They forced her into a new position; they lay her down with her head in the Captain's lap and the male crewmembers holding her arms out. B'elanna kneeled before her and pushed the taller woman's long legs apart allowing Janeway to rip away the one remaining strip of clothing covering her lower body between her legs.
Seven gasped as her imagination forcibly removed her last defence.
Oddly, Neelix rushed in to take Seven's shoes off, Kim undid and messed with her shoulder length hair while the rest of the crew worked on her legs or large breasts- grabbing and squeezing, causing them to ripple almost like liquid.
-X-
After an unknown time molesting Seven's body, the imaginary crew adjusted her like she was a poseable doll as she lay on the cold Bridge floor so her ass stuck up in the air. They took full advantage of it;
B'elanna and Paris forced open her legs, the romantically involved couple began licking and kissing and nibbling on Seven's ass cheeks, first they each had a cheek to themselves but then they switched mixing saliva covering the paralysed woman's ass. Seven gasped as B'elanna invaded her body with her tongue licking between her legs.
Ensign Kim rubbed Seven's shoulders then went on to lick and kiss her disgusted face.
Neelix (using fingers) probed the same area B'elanna toyed with her tongue causing Seven to groan louder as her passage expanded to accommodate moving digits as well as a tongue.
Seven was forced to give a handjob to Ensign Kim who held her right arm with a grip the real Ensign wouldn't be capable of.
Absurdly, Tuvok sucked and nibbled on Seven's toes.
Chakotay grabbed Seven's head and roughly forced his cock into her mouth. He held her head with both hands thrusting back and forth in her mouth.
Terror erupted in Seven's heart as a hand reached out and pinched her nose shut- it was Captain Janeway's hand.
'This isn't real! I can't choke if it's not happening!' She desperately repeated this as she clenched her eyes shut and felt her lungs burning and her vision start to dim with stars appearing in her vision.
Even through her choking Seven could feel everything else being done to her; like Neelix taking her left arm and forcing another handjob from the struggling, suffocating woman.
Seven felt a hot, foul tasting fluid explode from the male cock in her mouth straight down her throat and into her empty stomach-she hadn't eaten that day.
Mercifully the cock was eventually removed from her mouth allowing Seven to gulp in desperately needed air. The illusionary Janeway still held on to her nose in a vice tight grip though using it to tug her head from left to right painfully.
Seven's mouth didn't remain empty for long though; a new cock- from Lt Commander Tuvok forced its way past her lips and began thrusting back and forth between her jaws.
-X-
Seven was stood up under the Captain's harsh order, bent over and fucked from behind by Paris while she held onto the operations console. Seven closed her eyes- not wanting to see the faces of the false crew.
While Paris hammered her from behind, four others; Kim, Torres, Neelix and Tuvok reached beneath her and cruelly mauled her tits yet again. Two men pulled her arms behind her back painfully and forced handjobs releasing hot sperm onto Seven's back soon after.
The abuse all over her body went on and on while her heavy tits bulged from her torn bodysuit.
-X-
Seven realised she was suddenly lying on her back on the Helm console, Chakotay was positioned on top, driving into her, squashing her against the cold metal. Seven gasped, panted, moaned as it went on and on and on.
-X-
Seven lay on the deck with Tuvok thrusting back and forth inside her vagina with awesome Vulcan strength and Chakotay and Neelix mauling her tits, even after what seemed like an eternity they wouldn't stop toying with her brutalised yet still magnificent breasts as B'elanna licked and kissed the side of her face...

END SO7 ONE PART 1
AUTHORS NOTES
This is the first of a three parter that will be posted soon. Part one is group sex, chapters two and three will be different.
ONE was originally a single chapter but I broke it apart as it was far too long.
- 7
- 8
- 9
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