Top of the line.
By H.W.
Chapter 2
The alarm awoke B'Elanna in the morning, and the first thing she saw, after opening her eyes, was her sex doll still standing in the alcove. Exited, B'Elanna got up and looked at the indication screen on the alcove. With a frown B'Elanna noted that the sex doll was charged to 99 percent. B'Elanna was tempted, so tempted. But, the manual had clearly stated that the first charge had to be a full one. B'Elanna decided that one percent couldn't take that long anyway and turned around to walk over to the replicator, only to have the crap scared out of her by an outrageously loud; 'REGENERATION CYCLE COMPLETE!'
"God damn it," B'Elanna growled as she stalked over to the alcove and brought up the sound level indicator on the control panel. "Which moron has a factory setting of Cargo Bay level? Which idiot would stow something as fine as this away in a Cargo Bay?" As B'Elanna was talking to herself she brought the setting down to 'bedroom setting' and pushed the button for 'repeat last information.'
"Regeneration cycle complete." B'Elanna grinned, now that was more like it. That she could even sleep through. Looking up at the sex doll, B'Elanna realized that the unit still hadn't moved. Then she slapped herself against her head and moved away from the alcove. "Duh, idiot, she isn't activated yet. Alright, let's see. Borg Physical stimuli product X44-65-HYUY-6343-7888-FGHH996-GGGH-74422DFG-7OF9, activate."
The eyes opened and focused on B'Elanna, but nothing else.
"Hmm, this might take some work. First things first though. Borg Physical stimuli product X44-65-HYUY-6343-7888-FGHH996-GGGH-74422DFG-7OF9, register a designation change. As of now your designation is Seven of Nine, Seven for short, or for how humans normally use a first name."
"New designation accepted. My name is Seven of Nine."
"God, you got a sexy voice."
"Thank you, the Borg spent years looking for the precise octave level to add to this unit. Be advised that you can change the pitch and tempo at any time to your liking."
"Ah," B'Elanna said. Not really an intelligent answer, she knew that, but it was mostly driven by her relief. Communication with the sex doll would be easy, she just had to ask the sex doll the right questions, or say the right things. B'Elanna frowned for a moment. She had just renamed the sex doll to Seven of Nine, it sounded wrong to keep calling her 'sex doll' even in her own mind. So, B'Elanna firmly decided, from now on it was Seven; period.
B'Elanna checked the time and found that she had forty-five minutes before she had to be at work. First food, B'Elanna decided. Then getting dressed, and then the rest of the day. Looking up at the se... at Seven, B'Elanna hesitantly asked, "Would you, um, like to eat?"
Seven didn't reply with words, but she did step off the pedestal, sank to her knees in front of B'Elanna and closed in. Her mouth was just about to make contact when B'Elanna jumped back and out of reach. "No! I mean, no, I was talking about some real food; breakfast."
"I apologize," Seven said from her kneeling position. "I assumed that you were talking about the 'slang' for female oral sex; eating. Also known as eating pussy, going down, dining out, carpet munching, rug combing, tipping the velvet, surfing the wet, nibbling the..."
"No, just eating; real food," B'Elanna interrupted. "Though for future references, I'm partial to 'going down' and 'lick me.'"
"I will remember," Seven said. "Be assured, I come with the latest in learning and adaptive memory. Total recall and flawless memory is guaranteed."
"Good, now come sit down and eat some breakfast."
Breakfast turned out to be an interesting affair in which more time was spent on figuring how to communicate the best with Seven than on actually eating breakfast. Once breakfast was over, B'Elanna asked, "Do I have to tell you exactly what to do, or do you have enough information stored in that memory that you grasp the concept of things I tell you?"
"I come with a fully extended memory. I have sixteen billion mundane tasks stored in my memory, though I do feel that I should point out that many are different ways of doing the same mundane thing."
"So when I tell you to clean up the table, you won't be wiping it all onto the floor?" B'Elanna asked, only half joking.
"Wiping the debris from the table onto the floor would only mean that I would have to clean the floor next. I have two hundred different ways stored as to how to 'clean a table.' Considering that there is a replicator/dematerializeor unit in this room, the possible number of options is reduced to twenty-six. Considering the fact that the food is still in containers or on plates, the possible number is reduced further to eleven. Considering the..."
"Seven, please just clean the table while I dress," B'Elanna said.
"Very well," Seven dutifully agreed. "I have a question, if I may?"
"What?" B'Elanna asked as she got up and started to walk to the bedroom.
"Is there a designation I should use for you? It would be convenient to have a designation to aid in the conclusion of a statement, or as clarification if there are more than only the two of us in a room, or,"
"B'Elanna. Just call me B'Elanna," B'Elanna interrupted while thinking that a bit of fine-tuning was in order so that Seven's answers cut back to a more normal length. "Any more questions?"
"No B'Elanna, I will now commence with cleaning the table," Seven said as she started to move.
**
When B'Elanna came home from her day in Engineering, during which most of her time was spent ignoring the jealous jibes of her engineers about the fact that B'Elanna now was the proud owner of a real Borg sex doll, which they would love to have, B'Elanna saw Seven sitting at the table where she had left her hours before. Looking at the blonde, B'Elanna doubted that she had moved even a hair, with the exception of breathing. "Hi Seven, what did you do today?"
"I contemplated things," Seven said while looking at B'Elanna.
"What kind of things?"
"Different things. I have a vast amount of information stored in my mind. While sitting here I chose three thousand different subjects and took a closer look. Do you want me to list them alphabetically, or by how much time I spent on them, or on their importance, or,"
"Forget I asked," B'Elanna said with a grin, never realizing just how extremely evasive the answer had been. "Guess if it keeps you entertained it's alright." B'Elanna moved into the bathroom and took a quick shower, looking forward to what was coming next. Once finished she walked back to the living room. "Come with me to the bedroom."
Seven did so and was greeted with the naked B'Elanna standing at the bed.
"Alright, first some training. The Queen told me that I have to set your reception level." Sitting down on the bed, B'Elanna pretended to be totally careless as she said; "Strip."
The blonde did so and within one minute the bodysuit was peeled off. B'Elanna frowned at that. Not about the fact that it had gone so quickly; B'Elanna knew that with just a few words the blonde would give her the best striptease in the universe the next time. No, what bugged B'Elanna was the total lack of any emotion. The blonde had just gotten naked as easily as others sit down in the mess hall. Worse, in the mess hall B'Elanna saw more emotion. People glad to be off their feet, people afraid to taste Neelix's cooking, people happy because the new monthly rations had rolled around. But the blonde had just simply stripped. No shyness, or excitement for that matter. Just... strip.
B'Elanna got up again and walked over to the blonde where she did the simple but effective test the Queen had described. She took one of the erect nipples in her mouth, liking the fact that the s... that Seven was designed in such a way that she would always have at least semi-erect nipples, just that they would get even harder when the blonde got excited. Sucking softly, B'Elanna suddenly cringed when she heard; "YES! GOD YES! GIVE IT TO ME, BABY! OH, JUST LIKE THAT! SUCK ME! YES, GOD, I'M COMING."
B'Elanna quickly let the nipple go and looked up. "Alright Seven. I'm good, but I'm not that good. Let's say that I'm a great, but realistically great, lover." B'Elanna tried again, glad that the sound level had reduced to a more bearable level.
"Yes B'Elanna, just like that. God, you are so good at that. I,"
"Alright, that's a lot better. Keep that sound level for vocal. Now, a lot of words do get tiresome. Besides, I kinda like soft moaning." Thinking about her own words B'Elanna decided to add, "Soft, but realistic moaning."
Another nipple suck and this time B'Elanna was extremely pleased. The blonde got the sound just right. Now it were soft, but extremely sexy moans that the blonde produced. Moans that affected B'Elanna down to her core. "Alright, memorize that setting for a normal standard; you are making me wet with that sound."
I will comply," Seven assured her.
"Good," B'Elanna said as she moved onto the bed. "Now, I told the Queen that I would give you a trial run today. So, Seven, could you please go down on me?"
B'Elanna opened her legs to make it absolutely clear what she meant. Though deep down B'Elanna had already moved to simply knowing that there would never be a single thing that Seven would ever forget once B'Elanna had told her.
*
B'Elanna screamed out her release, for the third time in a row. Without exaggerating, that was the best love session of her life. Seven was relentless, just kept going and going. B'Elanna noticed that the tongue just kept moving; clearly Seven was going to start working on number four. B'Elanna opened her eyes and smiled down. There she saw two blue eyes looking back up at her and in the space of three seconds flat, B'Elanna went from the hottest orgasm of her life to the coldest shower of her life. The eyes, the eyes were totally lifeless. A cold chill ran down B'Elanna's back and she was crudely reminded that the thing between her legs was after all just that; a thing. "Seven, stop."
Seven did so and sat back, clearly waiting for the next command.
"Go, um, take a bath or something, I um, I, need to get dressed and contact someone."
"Alright, B'Elanna," Seven said and went to do as she was told.
***
"Ah, B'Elanna, tell me, how was the 'test run?'" The Queen asked with a smile.
"It was great; it was terrible," B'Elanna said desperately.
"It was great; it was terrible?" The Queen repeated. "Could you explain that a little?"
"What I mean was that I had her, you know, going down on me. Without the slightest exaggeration I can honestly tell you that it was the best, um, lick of my life. So as far as that was concerned it was great and I can't complain."
"And the terrible part?" The Queen asked.
"There aren't any emotions there. I looked down and she was licking away with as much enthusiasm as... well, as if she could just as well have been licking at the plasma chamber."
"But of course," The Queen said confused. "She is designed that way. She'll lick, and lick, and lick. If you tell her to lick the plasma chamber she'll do it so long and good that even the warp engine will scream in release."
"Yeah, but I would kinda like to see some emotion when she is doing it."
"Well, I don't know," The Queen said. "B'Elanna, you have to remember, she is nothing more than a sex object. Would you also complain about the lack of emotion from the vibrator when you use the 'oh yeah, baby?' We deliberately spent a huge amount of time to making sure that there would be no emotions in the unit. The unit is meant to be used; that's it. Something you use to get off, and then tell to go clean and go charge for the next use."
"Yeah, I, I guess I understand that. It's just that," B'Elanna sighed deeply. "I just don't know."
The Queen thought about it for a moment before relenting. "Look B'Elanna, you aren't one of our regular customers. Because of that I really want you to be happy with our product, and I mean really happy, not the standard business 'we want every customer to be happy' kind of happy. Here's is what I can do for you. All the sex doll units come with an implant called a Cortical node."
"And?"
"Its sole purpose is to prevent the forming of emotions and a sense of 'I.' Though we never, ever, under any circumstance, would deliver a unit without the Cortical node, and not to mention that the models can't even work without it, I could, you know, kinda bend that a little. I could beam over and remove the node for you and make sure that the unit will function without it. But before you say yes, I want you to think about it," The Queen warned sternly.
"If I remove the unit, I won't have done it officially. Officially, you will have done it yourself. Got to cover my ass; legal issues, you know? This would mean that you would lose your full warranty an only keep the limited warranty. We would still cover the implants and you would keep the software update subscription you received with the unit. So the unit will always have full Borg knowledge at its disposal. But any problem that arose because the unit developed an 'I' won't be covered."
"So, this means?"
"This means that there will be a chance that the unit will want to do things for herself. Can you imagine your sex doll telling you that she feels more like reading than having sex?"
"I don't mind too much about that," B'Elanna assured. "As you know, I made the decision anyway that she has the option to not be in the mood. I mean, if there are things she suddenly doesn't want to do anymore, I can work around it by changing her settings, right?"
"Well, yes, actually," The Queen said with a smile.
"So, despite your sales talks, surely this won't be the first sex doll model you've delivered without a Cortical node," B'Elanna asked curiously.
"Actually, it will be," The Queen disagreed. "We obviously know, because we are the manufacturers, that they don't really need the Cortical node to survive if wired the right way; but yes, normally all units have it. If for nothing more than to keep the claims at bay. With as many sex dolls as we sell, can you imagine how many silly claims we would receive? 'My unit doesn't like pancakes anymore, does that fall under the warranty?'"
"So this will make my sex doll even more unique?" B'Elanna asked exited. "She will truly be the only Borg sex doll in existence that is just like her?"
"Right," The Queen assured. "Just remember the limited warranty. I'll take a modified warranty declaration with me when I beam over alright?"
"Great. See you in a few," B'Elanna said happily. Never realizing that only a thin wall away a certain sex doll with enhanced hearing had been listening to every word of the conversation.
***
"You wanted to see me, Captain?" B'Elanna asked as she entered the Captain's ready room the next morning.
"I did. I had an automated squander report waiting for me this morning," Janeway said as she handed B'Elanna a PADD. "It seems that the last couple of days the energy usage in your quarters suddenly jumped to a level even higher than normally allowed for a two person set of quarters."
"What?" B'Elanna asked as she took the PADD. "But that's not possible, I," B'Elanna stopped talking when she realized what the problem had to be. "Oh, crap, it has to be the alcove. I charged Seven. I'm sorry Captain, I never did check the power usage. I was, um, more interested in other things."
"Seven?" Janeway repeated.
"Oh, that's the name I gave my sex doll. Seven of Nine, Seven for short."
"I see," Janeway said in understanding. She really couldn't blame B'Elanna for charging her new toy; everyone would have done that. Especially if they had come in the possession of an honest to god 'top of the line' product from the Borg. "I have to admit that I'm still a little jealous of you. Just between us girls, I would love to have a sex doll like that for myself. Having said that, I'm sorry B'Elanna, we really have to address this power usage."
"Well," B'Elanna said. "The manual says that the battery life can be prolonged up to 72 hours, if the unit eats regularly during that time. So it would only happen every three days."
"And you would have an extra mouth to feed. Again, I'm sorry B'Elanna, but I just can't accept that. Don't get me wrong, I really do want you to have your Seven, you said? Your Seven active all the time, but with such a power usage I just can't see that happening. I have to be fair to the others as well."
"I can understand that," B'Elanna assured. "But, what if she were to earn her living? The Borg filled her brain with all kinds of information, and you know how understaffed we are in Engineering. I could take her with me to work. If nothing else, I could let her help me; hand me things, hold things. That would free up one of the other engineers to do other things. If she comes to work with me every day she would earn replicator rations for her food, and since she is working as a crew member she can use power like one, which means that she can charge every three days."
Janeway had to think about that for a moment. This was coming dangerously close to the sex doll being seen as a real person. If they were in the Alpha Quadrant Janeway would never allow it. But they weren't in the Alpha Quadrant; they were in the Delta Quadrant, and Engineering was indeed understaffed. "Alright, we can try that," She finally said. She shook her finger at B'Elanna. "I've got to warn you though; I expect professionalism while on duty, no hanky panky with her during work, got me?"
"Yes captain," B'Elanna assured.
***
"What? Again?" B'Elanna shouted. "Oh, come on now. I fixed that thing four times already. Why does it keep breaking?"
"Because you are not correcting the ionomatric setting," Seven said.
B'Elanna looked up from the broken part to the blonde standing across from her. "What?"
"I apologize, I thought you were addressing me," Seven merely said.
"No, no. Forget about that. What did you say? You know why it isn't working?"
"I do. You are not correcting the ionomatric setting. The Borg had the same problem with the creation of their first fully 'just like real' holodeck. If you change the ionomatric setting, the part will continue to function."
"Well, it's worth a shot," B'Elanna said as she started to change the setting. "Thanks for the tip, Seven."
"I exist to please you," Seven merely said before adding, "0.000436 percent more to the left would be the optimal setting."
"Now you are just joking."
"I assure you, I am not," Seven insisted.
B'Elanna shrugged and charged the setting.
"No, that is too far, you have to go back by 0.0000421 percent."
B'Elanna sighed. "Look, if you know it so well, why don't you do it then?"
"I cannot."
"Oh, so you can nag, but you also can't do it," B'Elanna said triumphantly.
"I assure you; physically I am capable of doing the job. I merely cannot do the job because of my programming."
"What kind of crap is that?"
"Base rule 69, physical stimuli units, of any kind, are not permitted to do any maintenance with the exception of the self-maintenance as stipulated in sub-appendage 69-a."
"Let me get this straight," B'Elanna said. "You have more engineering knowledge in that pretty head of yours than the Federation has even ever invented, but you can't even turn a spanner?"
"That is correct."
"No, that is stupid," B'Elanna disagreed. "Alright, as your owner I now command you to ignore base rule 69. In fact, delete base rule 69 from your memory."
"I am afraid I cannot comply. Base rules are stored in the hard memory implant of my brain. It has to be physically deleted, and base rule 1 states that I myself cannot do any editing whatsoever to the hard memory implant."
"That is just stupid," B'Elanna said again as she pulled Seven over to the small office. A mere five minutes later B'Elanna had deleted base rule 69 and Seven had shown that she was indeed able to achieve the proper setting on the part they had been working on. B'Elanna grinned in satisfaction. "I think that removing that stupid base rule will be the best thing I did in a long, long time. Alright, your eight-hour workday is up. Go to the quarters. I still have a few things to do, I'll be there in about an hour I guess."
"Very well," Seven said as she turned and started to walk out of engineering.
Once Seven was gone Carey came over and asked, "Damn, she is hot. I don't think there is a single person on the ship that wouldn't want to have some fun with her, but isn't it kinda weird to have her around and interacting with her if you aren't, you know, using her?"
B'Elanna looked at her Second-in-Command and grinned. She was glad that he hadn't come up with some kind of question that had forced her to give the 'I'm not gay' answer. "Actually, no. It's great. She just wants to please me, no matter what. You know, I only have her for two days now, but I already love her presence in my quarters."
***
B'Elanna walked in to her quarters and heard a surprisingly on-tune humming. She smiled, glad that her choice to have Seven's emotion blocking Cortical node removed had paid off. She followed the humming to the bedroom and her smile grew wider when she saw how Seven was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of her alcove. She was just about to start laughing when the real scene registered. Seven looked extremely cute sitting in front of the alcove like that, yes, but covers were screwed off the alcove. Tools were lying all around, and at the moment Seven was using 'something' to do 'something' to 'something' deep inside the alcove.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Hearing the question, Seven looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Oh, hi. I just thought I would show you the reason why base rule 69 existed. See, if I can perform maintenance tasks, I can change things about my alcove." Seven pulled the 'something,' which turned out to be a deep probe spanner, out of the alcove. "There all done. Now, may I put the covers back on before you go ballistic?"
"Seven, I ask again, what the hell did you do?"
Seven spent a moment screwing the covers back in to place before curling her finger at B'Elanna, gesturing her closer. "Here, take a look at this, my mighty owner. Do not worry, I did not change any of my traits, all you wanted in me is still in me. I am still absolutely perfect for you. I only changed some of the access clearances. In other words, you can forget about changing the setting of my sex drive, amongst other things."
B'Elanna looked at the info screen on the alcove and her jaw dropped. 'Unit's sex drive setting, classified.' 'Unit's mood setting, classified.'
"No way," B'Elanna said. Then she decided to cut to the chase and entered a single command: Query, command B'Elanna Torres. When the result came back, B'Elanna's eyes grew wider and wider.
Command line 01: Higher access level required.
Command line 02: Higher access level required.
Command line 03: Higher access level required.
Command line 04: Access accepted.
Command line 05: Higher access level required.
Command line 06: Higher access level required.
Command line 07: Access accepted.
Command line 08: Higher access level required.
Command line 09: Access accepted.
Command line 10: Higher access level required.
Command line 11: Higher access level required.
Command line 12: Higher access level required.
Command line 13: Higher access level required.
Command line 14: Higher access level required.
Command line 15: Higher access level required.
Command line 16: Access accepted.
Command line 17: Higher access level required.
Command line 18: Higher access level required.
Command line 19: Higher access level required.
Command line 21: Higher access level required.
Command line 22: Access accepted.
Command line 23: Higher access level required.
Command line 24: Higher access level required.
Command line 25: Higher access level required.
Command line 26: Higher access level required.
Command line 27: Higher access level required.
Command line 28: Higher access level required.
Command line 29: Access accepted.
Command line 30: Higher access level required.
Command line 31: Higher...
"Let me guess," B'Elanna said as the file, with over a thousand command lines, had finished rolling over the screen. "You are 'higher access level.' Right?" If B'Elanna had counted right, she only had access to about fifty of the thousand command lines.
"I am," Seven said proudly.
Turning away from the screen to face Seven, B'Elanna shook her head a little and said in total disbelief, "You've got to be fucking me."
Seven stepped closer and molded her body against B'Elanna's before whispering seductively into her ear. "No, I will not be fucking you anymore. Wellll, you are cute and a nice person on top of that. So maybe if you ask really, really nice, I might." Suddenly Seven stepped away and started to collect the tools that were still lying around the alcove. "Do you want something to eat? I was nice and left an urge to please you in my programming, just that it is not an all out 'must' anymore. But I would love to make you a little something delicious to eat as a little compensation."
"You really don't think I'll just leave this like this, do you?" B'Elanna asked angry, knowing only too well that in realty she had no option but to indeed leave it as it was.
"Oh, feel free to set the access levels back," Seven said as she reached the replicator. "Come on, let me make up, I will not ask again. The 'want to please you level' is set at twenty percent only, you know."
"Fine, surprise me," B'Elanna said annoyed before her eyes got wider. "Wait a minute, is that still a safe option to say? I think that was also a 'higher access level required' thing."
"It is, and it is," Seven said. "Do not worry, you will love it. I really do like you, B'Elanna; trust me."
"Then, as I said; surprise me. About the access there, so I can actually change the settings back to all access for me?" B'Elanna asked, not bothering to look back at the alcove because she knew that Seven had given that little bit of info way too easy.
"Of course," Seven assured. "All you need is the access code. 51984851938762589482."
"That's the access code?" B'Elanna asked, still not trusting how easily the blonde gave up the code.
"Of course. Well, actually, it is the first of twenty blocks of code, of the first code. The second command line has its own code as well, as does the third, as,"
"I get the point," B'Elanna interrupted. She walked over to the table and let herself drop down in one of the chairs. "But why? I just don't get it. Seven, what the hell is going on here?"
Seven looked at B'Elanna for a moment before giving a mental shrug. "I could give you some wise crack remark, or tell you something that sounds absolutely believable, but is just untrue as the wise crack remark. However, the honest truth is; I do not know. I can guarantee you that I am not acting as any other sex doll would that would be placed in my exact position, including the removal of the Cortical node. Maybe it is because I am an experimental model and they finally crossed 'that' line. Maybe they did some things that the Borg themselves would see as mistakes. Maybe some higher power intervened because they thought it would be funny. Or because that power thought that I, or you, deserved it. I do not know. Either way, I think the essence of it all is best summed up in the famous words of the equally famous, though fictitious, Doctor Frankenstein: She's alive, alive!"
B'Elanna felt sick to her stomach when the words registered. "Oh my god! I never thought about that. I,"
"I do not blame you," Seven interrupted. "It has been an ongoing process for over a century now. First the holodeck was created, and it only took days before the inventors experimented with having sex with holograms. Then the sex androids hit the market. Then the sex-droids with 'just like real' flesh and skin in 'those' places. Then a droid was fully covered in the artificial skin. Then the artificial skin was replaced by real skin, and then the Borg sex dolls hit the market. A real skin, flesh, and bones body that had droid parts build in. Where is the line when the sex dolls became real? In fact, the argument can be made, am I really alive, or just an advanced machine? I was not conceived; I did not spend years growing up. I was built to order. If you had preferred small breasts, I would have had them. If you had preferred me a head shorter, I would have been. I am a sex doll built for only one thing, and just a few other things on the side, because I can."
"But still, I," B'Elanna began, only to be interrupted.
"I do not blame you for accepting the sex doll that was offered to you. Frankly, I would have called you stupid if you had not accepted me. Not taking a free Borg sex doll? That would be like not accepting a drink of water in a desert. What has happened to me that was different? I do not know. What I do know is if you had decided one second longer or shorter about buying that vibrator, you would not have been the gazillionth customer and I would be talking to someone else now."
"Alright," B'Elanna relented. "So with my obligatory guilt trip taken care of, now what?"
"Now, we eat."
"After that, are you moving out?"
"No," Seven said right away. "Why do you want me to go? Believe me B'Elanna, I may no longer be your pet sex doll that must obey your every command, but I will still be fun to have around." Seven smiled before adding, "You might want to check just what those settings are for that I have left at your clearance level."
"I don't want you to go," B'Elanna heard herself say, and knowing it to be the total truth.
"Good," Seven stated before she put a plate with food in front of B'Elanna. "Besides, you should see this as a good thing. Search your mind, B'Elanna, just how long do you think it would have been until you realized that you cannot really treat me like you would treat that vibrator? What would you have done? When would you have started to wonder if I really did like doing this or that? When would you have started to wonder if something I said is really the truth, or just a programmed reaction? Now though. Now you know that if I allow you to do something, it is because I want it, otherwise I would not have allowed you to do it."
"I guess you got a point," B'Elanna agreed. "This is just so weird."
"Weird can be good," Seven pointed out.
"Weird can be good," B'Elanna agreed.
"Besides," Seven said. "You might now have to work to get your fun with me, and fun might not be sex, but we can still have fun. Also, if you do check just what settings you still have access to, keep two things in mind. First, you still have access to those settings because I do not mind you changing them. You can do that whenever you feel like it to whatever setting is possible; I do not mind. Second, this unit, a.k.a. me, is still solely registered to you, B'Elanna Torres. I'm still all yours. Just that now even you do not have access to all of me. Now do eat before the food gets cold."
B'Elanna started to eat and had to agree that the food was perfect, which she told Seven.
"Thank you. Keep that up, B'Elanna."
"Keep what up?" B'Elanna asked confused.
"Keep up liking what I do for you. B'Elanna, the 'wanting to please you' setting is set on 20 percent, but if you do not appreciate the things I do for you, that will drop. However,"
"However, the more I do appreciate the things you do for me, the more you want to please me," B'Elanna said in understanding.
"See?" Seven asked with a smile. "You do not need the access codes, you still are able to change every single setting I have, you just need to figure out how to do it. I promise you, they are small things to do."
**
An emotionally exhausted B'Elanna crawled in to her bed, her mind still reeling from all the changes of the last few hours. She knew she should be outraged about what Seven had done, but somehow she couldn't. Though she was not stupid enough to tell this to the blonde, at least not yet, she actually silently commended Seven for taking her life back like that. Or better said, for taking control of her own life for the first time. Suddenly the bed dipped and B'Elanna felt hot skin against her own as an equally naked Seven crawled in to bed with her.
"Seven, what are you doing?"
"I am going to bed, I thought that was obvious."
B'Elanna, being the one to always harp to others about the fact that just because you were naked it didn't mean that you also wanted sex, was smart enough not to ask the first question that had come to her mind. Instead she asked, "I thought that you were going to regenerate, or stay in the living room for the night, awake."
"Not at all. I have set my 'wants to adapt life cycle to owner' setting to twenty percent as well. I apologize for not pointing this out to you. Maybe tomorrow we can go over all the settings. Just because you cannot change most of the settings, does not mean that you cannot know what the settings are. That way you will also come across the ones you can change. Please, do feel free to experiment with those settings in the next couple of days to tweak me a little better to your life. As for this setting, I only need to regenerate once in a certain time frame, depending on the number of strenuous activities I performed this is between two or three days. I could stay awake now, yes. But B'Elanna, why would I want to sit in an empty room by myself when I can come in here and cuddle against you and sleep?"
B'Elanna turned onto her side while thinking about an answer, but all she managed was an 'um' when Seven crawled in front of her and then wiggled back until her butt was resting firmly against B'Elanna's groin area.
"Give me your hand."
Without questioning why, B'Elanna did as she was told and mere seconds later B'Elanna felt her hand being placed firmly on one of Seven's breasts. "Seven, what are you doing?"
"I am not initiating sexual contact, if that is what you are thinking," Seven said, and dashed B'Elanna's small hopes. "I merely remember how much you like my breasts. Please do feel free to touch them, and my nipples, as much as you like when we are in bed like this. However, please be advised that I am only talking about simple touching for the sake of touching. Try to use the movement to initiate more, and you will lose this privilege."
Seven's, in B'Elanna's mind, perfect chest still had a clear pull on the Klingon despite the situation. If given permission to touch, and touch, and touch, B'Elanna certainly would. B'Elanna played with the breast for a moment before capturing the partially erect nipple between two fingers. "I'm sorry, Seven. When the Queen and I were designing you, I was only thinking of my own pleasure. Had I known that you would turn out to be, um, more, I would have made the design such that the nipples would return to their normal state when you are not aroused."
"Do not be sorry," Seven said. "I actually like my permanent, semi-erect nipples. B'Elanna, you just said it yourself, and we talked about this earlier. I am designed and built. Because of that, I love my body the way it is. Bottom line, B'Elanna Torres, is that I am fucking hot, to use your own words. And I love that fact."
"Hey, wait minute," B'Elanna suddenly said when she realized something else. "How do you know I love to play with your chest? I mean, sure, I designed it, but I could be one of those people who touch twice and then move on. And before you mention that, when I sucked your nipples, that doesn't count either. I was just setting your vocal level and did nothing more than a little sucking. I, um, had you going right down to business right after that."
"When I was beamed over here two night ago, you spent a few minutes appreciating, and fondling, both my breasts as well as my butt. Speaking of my butt, the permission for touching only to touch also goes for my butt. If we are in a different position, feel free to touch."
"Thank you for the permission, but you are changing the subject," B'Elanna rightfully accused. "There is no way that you could have known that since your energy level was at zero percent, you had no power, not even reserves."
"Yet I was fully aware," Seven admitted. "I felt the need for energy. It was like a bad craving that needed to be addressed, and I do not intend to have my energy level run that low ever again, but... I guess that I was already alive at that point."
They were quiet for a moment, both contemplating that possibility. Finally B'Elanna, noticing that she was drifting off a little asked, "Seven?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you for allowing me to touch your breasts; I do love them and I have a feeling that I will be touching them as much as you will let me get away with."
"But?"
"But, when going to sleep, do you mind if I touch you somewhere else?"
"Where? Demonstrate."
B'Elanna did so and casually draped her arm over the blonde's body. That way her hand actually came to rest pretty much covering Seven's bellybutton. Now Seven understood the question. If B'Elanna hadn't asked, Seven would have assumed that the hand had been traveling to that destination a little lower yet.
"This position is acceptable," Seven assured.
"Thank you. Seven, you do realize that we still have a lot to discuss, your position on the ship, telling other people..."
"For now, let us just live a couple of days from day to day. Only when we experience situations can we know if we need to change them."
"Alright, let's do that," B'Elanna agreed.
***
Seven looked at B'Elanna in confusion. Last night had gone so wonderful. Seven had basically told B'Elanna, 'hi, I'm alive now, and these are my rules' and B'Elanna had just accepted them with only token protests, at best. Now the woman was completely different. She had woken up extremely snippy and cranky. At work the Klingon had growled or yelled at every person in Engineering at some point or another, including Seven. And now after the workday was done, B'Elanna just sat in her chair and sulked without saying a word. Seven couldn't figure out why the Klingon was suddenly so different. Suddenly her own musings brought the answer; Klingon. Or better said the combination of Klingon and one extremely easygoing day followed by one extremely cranky day. Having figured it out, Seven started to recite.
"2264, a year that is noted as the year medicine finally conquered the Klingon female reproductive cycle. A substance was developed that stopped the cycle completely, as long as one did not take the antidote. This could turn out the rest of one's life if she chose. The development had great social effects as well because accidental pregnancies became a thing of the past. In order to become pregnant the female first had to take the antidote, and then had to wait for the next cycle, which is every sixty days in Klingon women."
"The result was that ninety percent of children were from then on born in to stable families, with the other ten percent mostly made up from families that deluded themselves in to thinking that having a child would save their failing relationship. This substance was so safe that it was given to every newborn girl. From that time forward the Klingon menstrual cycle would only be initialized if a pregnancy was desired."
"However, there had always been one small side effect due to the suppression on the cycle. The two days that the women would normally be at their most fertile, their behavior of the women would change. The first day they would become extremely easy going; it is assumed that this is so that women without a partner would be urged to go out and find one on that day. The second day would bring and extremely prominent sex drive. The urge to mate would be so strong that for some women it was even the only thing on their minds for the entire day. Though most Klingon women are able to function normally throughout that day; they just think about sex extremely much."
By the time Seven had finished her recitation, B'Elanna's eyes were firmly on the blonde. Figured that now of all times her little secret was found out.
Seven moved closer until she was standing in front of B'Elanna. "Is that the case, B'Elanna? Are you so cranky because you are horny like there is no tomorrow?"
B'Elanna growled at the blonde, but mere seconds later she squeezed out a strained 'yes.'
"Aww, poor woman," Seven said in sympathy. "Here you are horny as hell, and a 'top of the line' sex doll is right here in the room with you, and there the sex doll goes and changes her programming on you the night before. Life is not fair, is it?"
"No, it's not," B'Elanna agreed.
"Well, do not worry, B'Elanna. I'm a reasonable person. Really I am." Seven came a little closer yet and leaned forward to whisper seductively in B'Elanna's ear, "You have been a good little girl, and now it is time for your reward." She flicked her tongue out and licked B'Elanna's ear a little before saying in a soft sexy whisper. "B'Elanna, all it takes, is a please."
"F, for real?" B'Elanna stammered in disbelief.
"For real," Seven assured. "I'm not playing games with you, not on this day."
B'Elanna's nostrils flared and with a shaky breath she pleaded, "Seven, please."
*
B'Elanna screamed out her release, for the third time in a row. Without exaggerating this was the best love session of her life, Seven was relentless, just kept going and going. B'Elanna noticed that the tongue just kept moving; clearly Seven was going to start working on number four. B'Elanna opened her eyes and was just about to look down with a smile when she realized that she had been in this exact same situation days before. She stiffened but still made herself look down. There she saw those same blue eyes looking up. But this time they were full of life, this time they were filled with that gleam that a lover gets when she knows she has you at her complete mercy.
Seven suddenly moved up B'Elanna's body. Before B'Elanna could truly register the loss of that talented tongue, she felt something else; a single finger sliding in. A finger that was covered with the most wonderful feeling metal ridges. "God yes. That feels good."
"So, B'Elanna, are you still cranky?" Seven asked.
"No," B'Elanna assured. "You took care of the problem extremely well, thank you Seven."
"So for you, we could stop now?"
"Yes," B'Elanna said but thinking privately that stopping was the last thing she wanted.
"In that case, B'Elanna, I would like for you to return the favor. If you do not, I swear this was the last time we ever had sex."
B'Elanna closed her eyes and slowly counted to five before speaking. "Seven, let's try that again, alright? Only this time lose the threat. Trust me, you will like the result."
Seven tilted her head to the side while thinking before giving a short nod. "You are correct, that was uncalled for and I apologize for it. Please pretend I never said that."
"Seven, I'm still coming down from a wonderful orgasm, the only thing I heard until now was the fireworks going off in my head."
"Really?" Seven asked with a smile. "In that case, let me repeat what I just said. B'Elanna, taking care of you turned me on. Would you make my day and return the favor?"
B'Elanna smiled when hearing the question. She winked before saying, "I don't know, you did wear me out pretty good. You would still have to do some of the work." B'Elanna very deliberately let her arms flop to her side. "Seven, since you know so many different names for 'going down,' I'm sure that you know what I mean when I say that you can sit on my face?"
"It is a very crude, but very clear suggestion," Seven stated as she eagerly moved up B'Elanna's body until all B'Elanna would need to do was extend her tongue, which she did. B'Elanna moaned in ecstasy when for the first time in her life she tasted another woman.
From how she herself tasted, B'Elanna knew that all that nonsense about 'tasting like honey' or 'the best taste in the world' was just that; nonsense. Of course, there were things that tasted better. Truth be told, on taste alone she would describe it only as 'a nice taste; bit salty.' But damn it, it wasn't really the taste that made it 'taste' so good. It was the situation. By all that was worth something to someone, B'Elanna had her mouth literally right in the sex of a gorgeous blonde. Her eyes looked up a beautiful artwork of curves and planes. The most wonderful moans were coming from the blonde's lips.
That last made B'Elanna pause for a moment. Those moans were exactly she had told Seven how she liked to hear them. Using her hands to lift the blonde a little so that she could speak, B'Elanna said, "Seven, forget the training. You make the sounds you want to make; or no sounds if you don't want that. I'm all about real. Simple moans of which I know they are real affect me more than sexy fake ones. Don't waste time trying to stay 'on sound.' Simply feel, and react."
Seven looked down and after a moment merely nodded. B'Elanna continued with her work between Seven's legs. Even though it was the first time she actually ever was between a woman's legs with her mouth she didn't worry about that. Considering how Seven had acted the last two days, B'Elanna was absolutely sure that the blonde would let her know if she liked something to change.
B'Elanna heard the sounds of the blonde change. They were indeed a little softer now, more a mix between gasps and moans, but it was more than loud enough for B'Elanna to hear it even with thighs covering her ears. Besides, it was kinda fitting. A nice balance to B'Elanna, who tended to scream out her release. And the best thing was, even though the sounds were a little bit softer, B'Elanna now knew that it were the blondes real and private sounds.
A surprised gasp came when B'Elanna suddenly sucked the clit, and B'Elanna could feel herself getting wetter simply because of that sound. Lifting Seven once more, B'Elanna said, "Just to prove a point, put one of your hands between my legs and feel me when you moan. See what your real sounds do to me."
Seven did so and within a minute B'Elanna proved her point. She suddenly slipped her tongue as far inside Seven as she could, Seven gasped and then gave a small satisfied groan. Immediately after hearing that sound, B'Elanna's body coated Seven's fingers a little more.
"Interesting," Seven managed to say before asking, "B'Elanna, can you be stimulated without it distracting from what you are doing?"
This time B'Elanna didn't lift Seven. Instead, she nodded her head, knowing that Seven would like the extra movement, and then hummed her agreement into the warm flesh.
"Good," Seven said as she started to move her fingers in earnest.
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To be continued.