Chapter 59
The reign of One of Many, née Annika Hansen; Queen of Borg.
Year 01, Month 11, Day 25, Hour 11, Minute 02.
Looking across the table of Conference room one, the place where Seven normally had meetings now with people that didn't have their own office or place of work on Unimatrix 01, she decided that Queen Erda of Zamona had not been exaggerating. Her niece truly did look twice as good in real life. Seven had thought it impossible for someone to look even better than on the picture that Erda had shown had.
The Queen's niece, Jena, was a redhead in the true essence of the word. It wasn't like often with people described as redheads, that she merely had brown hair with a few red highlights. No, Jena had flaming red hair that had the color of brightly polished copper with just enough orange mixed in to give it an even redder shine. The wonderfully thick mane of hair cascaded down her back and round her face in beautifully natural curls. They had to be natural because they were too un-kept and therefore all the more sexy, to be made by any device. They had that tossed and crushed look to them that you got when someone was used to sleeping with curls. The hair was simply stunning in beauty. That the color was real was proven by the fact that her thin and perfectly formed eyebrows had almost exactly the same color; just a shade darker.
She had golden colored eyes that were so bright that it almost looked like they shone with an intensity that you could only get from electronically powered lights. Her face was a sculpture of beautiful lines that worked perfectly together to show off just how fine and delicate the face was. Lips were just puffy enough to be called full and lush lips.
Her neck was elegant. And Seven noticed that nature had decided that this specimen didn't need the freckles that redheads almost always had. The neck flowed into sensual lines of a body that could only be described as sex on legs. Breasts that were between Seven's and B'Elanna's in size somehow worked to form a cleavage that was worth groaning about.
Seven had to admit, if only to herself and her adult family members over the Borg link, that she was sad that the woman was sitting down and that not more of that beautiful body could be seen. A body that was only covered in form hugging Zamonan leathers.
Seven realized that the most amazing thing was that Jena's body had a huge 'but the rest' ability on top of all that nature had gifted her with. As in, even if you truly hated redheads... but the rest of that body made you not mind that she was a redhead. As in, even if you preferred breasts to be bigger or smaller... but the rest of that body made you not mind that her breasts were that size.
There were fifteen thousand species in the Collective, and because tastes did differ there would be thousands of species that would describe Jena as ugly as dirt, or hell, or whatever they preferred to use as emphasis to show just how ugly ugly was. But still, Seven guessed that for about eleven thousand species Jena would turn heads, at least. On a scale of one to ten most species would rate her... an eleven.
That is until she opened her mouth and started to talk. Then it would be a fifteen. Queen Erda had been right there as well. That voice was incredible. It was so sensual that you could get sexually excited just listening to her read out an instruction manual.
Then Seven smiled as she realized that as incredible as this woman was, as tempting as she was, she stirred nothing more in Seven than a deep appreciation for nature's abilities. She heard B'Elanna chuckle over their link. {Yeah, you don't want to touch her because I'm the only one you want to touch, but damn do you want to see her nude and in ecstasy.}
{Pagsha and Katzi are the only ones I want to see making love,} Seven reminded the three other women that shared the link connection. Only to then relent. {But if I were to happen to walk over a beach and saw her making love, I think I would stay and appreciate nature from that convenient location.}
B'Elanna laughed, out loud this time. "Yeah, and then not even know what color the flowers were," She said out loud before addressing their guest. "I apologize for our stunned expressions, but you do have a certain effect on people."
"So I'm starting to learn," Jena said with a smile. The smile was too sophisticated to call it pure sex, instead it was more like a promise all by itself. "Last year one of the women that became my Mate for a few weeks shortly after, described me as, that one day our patron goddess was bored and had decided to see what arousal would look like if poured into a Zamonan form, and that I was the result. I didn't understand what she meant back then, but since she smiled I just assumed that it was a compliment."
"Forgive me my rude behavior and allow me to make proper introductions." Seven pointed at her lover. "This is Two of Many, B'Elanna to friend and enemy. This is Pagsha, our Royal Advisor, and a family member. This is Katzi, one of our Royal Guards, though she is not here in that capacity right now. She is also a close friend and family member and I appreciate her input in situations. And finally, I am One of Many, Queen of Borg. Seven to friend and enemy. You are doing well, I see. I hear that your procedures were... quite severe."
Well, that was one way of putting it. Tests had shown that Jena had suffered from a brain defect after all. Just that it had been beyond the Zamonan doctors to determine. Once Jena had the temporary implants and could make an informed choice she had been grossed out, as one of the doctors had said in a report, by how she was living and she had eagerly agreed to the permanent procedure. The solution for the problem had been fairly easy, for Borg medical standards, but at the same time extreme. 75 percent of Jena's brain had been removed and replaced by a Borg computer unit.
The results had been better than anyone could have hoped for. Before starting the replacement the doctors had been able to pinpoint just which parts of the brain were being used. Those 25 percent had been carefully preserved and protected. Implants had taken the strain off those parts, controlling the body was no longer done by the brain, but by the Borg implants. Which resulted in that those 25 percent could focus even more on being Jena the person. The result was that Jena's personality had been preserved. Though like Seven had warned, it had changed.
Jena now had a head full of Borg nano-processors, and storage crystals that worked on a subatomic level. Plus the Borg standards like the Borg equivalents of a photographic memory and instant recall. Which meant that her head was now filled with a computer that had more processor ability and storage ability than Voyager's main computer core had.
Now Jena could still laugh about a joke, but it had to be funny for her to do so. Where before all that was needed was that someone told her that it was a joke. Now people could no longer get away with calling her a great lay and then say that it was just a joke. Because now Jena realized that first of all the comment was not funny. And second of all Jena was smart enough to turn words around and say things like, 'oh, so you say that me being a good lay was just a joke. So you mean I'm not a good lay'? To which people would start with an 'of course not, but', at which point Jena had them and proverbially ripped them to bits with cutting words and the sharp edge of a Borg honed mind.
Jena tapped herself against the forehead with a slender and well formed finger. "With quite severe you mean where they actually gave me a brain to work with? Yes, you could call it that. Plus a few other implants. But I only picked things that are under the skin."
"A lot of people do," Seven assured. "The skin is a barrier to protect the rest of the body from the outside, for many people the skin seems to be an emotional barrier as well. They love to get implants, as long as they do not see them when they look at themselves in the mirror. Obvious exceptions of course being when implants are needed for a certain job."
"Right, jobs," Jena said. "Which brings me to the following. I decided to join the Borg because it took me only three seconds with having my now functioning brain to realize that my village would soon bore me. But I'm not sure about a job I can do. As soon as I found out that there are jobs that don't demand body altercations, I signed up. I had no idea that I would be shipped here though."
"That would be my choice," Seven explained. "As soon as Queen Erda informed me that you had decided to join us, I felt that I wanted to meet you in person."
"Really?" Jena said with a brilliant smile that lit up the already glowing face.
Seven couldn't help but blush.
"Seven is my Mate, and Pagsha and Katzi are Mated as well. Zamonan style," B'Elanna warned. "Don't play unless you want to follow through on getting the normal Zamonan reaction from the Mates."
The smile stayed, but somehow the sex drained out of it to leave mere pleasantness.
"Sorry, automatic reaction," Jena said sincerely. "You could call it a survival skill. It's what made sure that there was always someone ready and waiting to take care of me."
"You seem quite proud of that fact," Katzi noted. But then, the woman had a right to be. It was not easy to talk a Zamonan into bed. With having slept with over forty of them before meeting Pagsha, Katzi could be considered an expert. So to get a Zamonan ready and eager to sleep with you with nothing but a smile... that was a true master at work.
"I am," Jena agreed. "That's really the only part where my parents and aunt were wrong. They thought that I slept with all those women because I didn't know any better. I did. I may have had the intelligence of a rock, but I knew damn well what I was doing. I slept with them, and they bought me new clothes. I had a great time with them because I love sex, and on top of that they took care of me. It's just too bad that I didn't know how to keep them happy outside of the bed and make them stay longer. But then, that was not that bad either. I like variety. It's a shame I couldn't count further than ten; I would love to know how many women I slept with."
Pagsha chuckled. "I see that we will soon find another Zamonan living on deck sixty-nine."
"I was looking at living arrangements and the deck interested me," Jena partially agreed. "But I don't know, as much as I like variance, the behavior there seemed too random. But I have seen a few behaviors I do like. If I may be so bold and actually point to the First Family. You are living together. I think that interests me more... um, a group I mean, not you. I never came between family, not even back when I couldn't think. No, I'm thinking more of a group of a few people as a family. Some people to live with permanently so that I have that variance in my own family. And that on top of that don't mind that, then, I head to deck sixty-nine on occasion if I want something else for an hour of so."
"We leave relationships to the people," Seven assured. "The concept you are thinking of is not new and actually in use by quite a number of family groups."
"Wonderful," Jena said, smiling again.
Some of the sex tried to seep back into that seductive smile, B'Elanna noted. "So, do you have any idea what kind of job you would like to have?" B'Elanna asked.
Jena thought about that for a moment before shrugging... apparently there was nothing the woman couldn't do without making the movement look sensual. "Not really. There are a few interesting things, but... do you happen to have something in which I can use my body?"
"Unless you want to work in Unimatrix Zero, almost all jobs in the Borg require the use of the body," Seven noted.
Jena shook her head. "No, that's not what I mean. I mean, you know, use my body."
Four proverbial lights went on in the minds of the First Family. "Um," Pagsha started, but didn't really get any further than that.
Jena waved a hand to indicate her body. "I always liked the way I look. On top of that I always liked using my body to make others take care of me. While I don't need others to take care of me anymore, I still would like to use my body. I was curious and checked all the Zamonan the Borg have files on, mostly the ones working in the Borg now, and I dare to declare that I look the best of all of them, save for personal preferences of course. I think our patron Goddess blessed me. And while I'd love to have that family group I just talked about, I think that it would be unfair to the Goddess' blessing to restrict her gift to only a few people."
Jena hesitated for a moment. "More so even because that wonderful brain of mine just pointed out to me that thanks to my nanoprobes I'll look like this until the day I die. Ooh, I'm so glad that those were mandatory because they are needed to keep my brain in top condition. I always feared at what age my looks would leave me; now they never will."
It was B'Elanna who managed to lift her jaw off the floor first. "Um, well, um, no official job comes to mind now. So how about for now we put you in security here on Unimatrix 01 while you look at jobs a little more? On Unimatrix 01 security is really more a place that's called upon if we have people on the ship that are't part of the Borg and that need... a tour guide basically. If more than that is needed the ATSD teams jump in."
Jena seemed disappointed with that but nodded nevertheless.
"I did hear that a few people are creating holodeck programs in their free time," Pagsha noted. "Some with more success at good results than others. I think on deck 597, sector 38 there's a small but serious group. They exist out of people that were active in the industry on their planets before the Borg assimilated them. It may not be the using the body you are thinking of, but it might help. But I think I should point out that with your looks, you will by definition be typecast as the fame fatale of the stories. Be it a good or evil person."
Now Jena smiled again. "Thank you, I'll check it out." Then she looked at B'Elanna. "So, security here are basically tour guides? Why not simply call them tour guides?"
"Well, because..."
~~~~~~~~~~{}~~~~~~~~~~
The reign of One of Many, née Annika Hansen; Queen of Borg.
Year 01, Month 11, Day 27, Hour 18, Minute 46.
"What is this program about?" Seven asked once she, B'Elanna, Pagsha, and Katzi had entered the holodeck.
"I don't know," Pagsha admitted. "Jena's note merely asked if we would allow a program like this to be created and used by the public. Oh, and that it's not suited for young children. I thought that simply running it could be fun. If nothing else we will be surprised by the program. After all, it can't really be that much since it was only created in two days. One really, if you count the fact that Jena didn't go directly to the holoprogram making group. And even after that they have to think of something to do and think up dialogue. She did say in the note that if the Queen would allow such a program then she and her group hoped that they could turn it into their official job for the Borg."
"She and her group?" Katzi asked amused. "It seems that she was chosen to be the spokesperson after the very democratic process of walking into the room."
Seven smiled. "So it seems. Very well, we are here now. Start the program."
Pagsha did so and they were surprised when the holodeck changed into a bedroom."
"It seems that someone's quarters here on Unimatrix 01 were chosen as décor," Seven noted. "That helps explaining why they were so fast in creating the program. They merely recorded and had the images transformed, instead of actually programming a computer program."
"Probably," B'Elanna agreed. "An approach not used that much anymore because programming allows for the hologram to react in more ways than only the recorded ones. But the result of recording is just as good, if not better, if you can live with there being only a few possible reactions."
The conversation was stopped by a door opening and Jena walking in. Four throats swallowed. The Zamonan leathers had looked incredible on the woman, but the robe, if you could call it that, that she was wearing now looked ten times as good. It was of a thin black material that seemed to be made from strings knotted together. The result was that it looked like it were full pieces of fabric, yet the holes between the strings gave a promise of what was underneath. The perfect mix between cover, and showing just enough color of skin to show that the contents simply had to be much better than the packaging.
Then the hologram started to talk, and it was clear that when the recording was made, Jena had unleashed all her vocal sex skills. "Hey sweetie. I'm glad that you finally made it. I told you that I wouldn't bite, unless you asked. But what's this? You brought some friends along?"
The Jena hologram shook a finger and tisked, in an incredibly sexy way of course. "You are a naughty girl. You know that this program was created for one on one education. Now, if you all want to learn then you have to take turns, because I'll only teach one at a time. Of course the others can stay and watch if they want."
"Computer, pause program," Seven spoke up.
They looked at each other for a moment while the holographic Jena stood frozen in place.
"This is not what I was expecting," Seven finally said. She looked at Pagsha who lifted her hands.
"The note made no reference that this was other than normal."
"Love," Katzi said softly, "Who says that this is not normal for Jena? With as many woman as she's been with apparently, I wouldn't be surprised if she had been the first person any of the girls in her village had sex with over the last ten years or so. I have the distinct feeling that Jena started very young."
"Did the program have a name?" B'Elanna asked.
Pagsha nodded. "Sure, it's called..." She groaned and then cringed. "I so interpreted that title in a different way."
"Is that the title?" B'Elanna asked amused. "The program is called, 'I so interpreted that title in a different way'?"
Pagsha stuck out her tongue. "You are such a comedian. No, it's called 'woman seeking woman, the first time'." Before anyone could say anything Pagsha defended. "She is Zamonan, I thought it was some... I don't know, martial arts training. Some basic moves or something."
"I think you have that part right," Katzi chuckled. "Looks definitely like training of basic moves."
"And you are no help," Pagsha shot back while crossing her arms.
"You know what I think?" B'Elanna said, deciding that her friend had been teased enough. "I think we should definitely offer the person who directed this a job as director of new holodeck programs."
"Are you insane?" Seven asked in disbelief.
"Love, look a layer deeper." B'Elanna made a waving gesture to the hologram. "Not at Jena and what we can guess is coming next. But at how the program is done. This program is clearly created for single use. Yet we're with four people here. Honest raise of hands, who felt like she was the person that Jena was talking to? Who felt like 'sweetie' meant her?"
B'Elanna lifted her own arm, reluctantly followed by three more. "That's quality directing. And, granted, quality ability of Jena to put directions into act. She... the hologram, made just enough eye contact with all of us to make it seem like she was talking to us, but short enough to make it look that she was merely glancing at the others. Who felt exactly the same as the others, like she was meant. And there's more. Did you hear the reference? She said something like, 'this program was created for one on one education'. This is a holo program, she could just as easy have said that she prefers one on one sex and that, um, we, have to take turns. But no, she made a clear reference, reminded clearly that this 'is' a program, and that this 'is' meant for education."
She pointed a finger at Seven. "I bet you breakfast in bed that they deliberately recorded things in such a way that this hologram is a great teacher for people that want to learn what to do. But that the actions will quickly become boring and the same if you run the program time and again because Jena is so hot and you want sex with her. I even bet you that she won't be doing as much as having done. It's education, teaching what to do. She'll tell someone exactly how to make a woman feel good, and she'll even respond to touches to her body that are done during that time, but I don't think that you'll be able to get her to focus on you while you simply lie back and enjoy."
"That is a lot of betting and guessing," Seven noted.
"Want to run the program and see?" B'Elanna asked with a grin. Then she explained. "Remember what I told you? My first time ever with a woman was actually a hologram. I ran an education program because I wanted to know what to do. If they were serious about this being for education then it'll go along those lines. Of course, as nice as that Risan hologram was, Jena puts her to shame hands down. Though I wonder what Jena will do for her second program."
"There will not be a second program," Seven stated firmly.
"I wonder," Katzi said thoughtfully at the same time. "Seven, would you mind being Queen for a moment and monitor the Alert channel? If I'm right you will know when to let the Hive know that we are merely testing a new holoprogram."
Seven frowned, but did so. She looked how Katzi stepped closer to the hologram and then punched it in the face. There was no flying or falling body. The only reaction was that the hologram disappeared, including the bedroom setting.
"An alarm was sent that a nonviolent training hologram was just assaulted by Katzi of Erdania Village, and that security and a counselor should be sent to her location."
Some of Seven's annoyance made place for reluctant admiration. "They did not take the security of their program lightly. The alert has been neutralized."
Now Seven even smiled. "But only after the Hive checked where you were and saw that both I and B'Elanna were with you and that therefore the claim that it was a test can be believed. I am glad to see that the Hive finds the new Alert channel also something to take very seriously."
"So what are you going to do about this?" Pagsha asked. "Tell them to not make holoprograms like this anymore? Remember how Jena said she wanted to use her body? As B'Elanna just said, I wonder what her next program would be. I have a distinct feeling that she found her way of using her body. After all, she said she likes sex. It's not that far fetched to think that she will also enjoy knowing that people want to run a program so that they can have sex with her hologram. What did Jena say again? Her body should be shared?"
Having calmed down from her initial shock, Seven shook her head. "I think we should allow them to do what they want. Even give them help, within reason. In return of which we will also demand a good quality product, clear securities like the one that we just saw. And, I think the categorizing of holoprograms needs an overhaul. A program like this should be clearly marked as adult education, just like ones that are merely for fun should be marked as adult entertainment. After all, such programs already exist, just that they are created fully by computer programming and no longer use real people for recording. And we indulge, and depending on the deck even encourage, casual sex between strangers. Clearly in the whole of things having a group produce adult entertainment is only a minor footnote."
"If she stars in other programs I'll bet you that she'll be a lot more than a footnote. She'll become famous under the Individualist drones," B'Elanna pointed out.
"Then maybe we should promote that as well," Pagsha suggested. "Make it clear that we appreciate her service to the Borg. And also make it clear that we will only condone the creation of adult holoprograms, where real people are recorded, if they live up to certain quality standards. If people want something else, then they can play with the fully computer generated programs."
B'Elanna nodded. "Alright, if we do that, then we should promote her as an actress, not an adult actress. Make it clear that we'll also condone programs where people are recorded that have nothing to do with adult entertainment. But that live up to the same quality standards. Make it all one industry that simply produces different things. That way those actors won't be restricted to certain types of programs."
"Do you think that would happen?" Seven asked. "I mean, of course there will always be restrictions. For instance, Jena will never be cast to play an old witch, but she might be cast to play the innocent heroin of the story that needs saving."
"Witch, innocent heroin?" Katzi asked confused. Both terms being totally foreign to her.
Seven started to speak, only to stop when she realized it would only confuse her friend even more. Instead she opted for," It is part of a children's story I once attended with Naomi. Now that Voyager is stationed beside us I will download it and that way we can discuss its many flaws at another time."
Now Katzi grinned. "Ah, one of those stories in which innocent means a woman in need of help because she can't find her own a,"
"Yes, one of those," Seven interrupted before her friend could describe just what the main person in the story probably couldn't find with both hands tied behind her back.
"Yeah, I think that people would be restricted to a certain kind of entertainment if we don't prevent it," B'Elanna assured, answering Seven's original question. "If we don't make sure to prove that we've got no problem with them being active in several fields, the reaction will be things like, 'I don't want to run that program, it's with that adult entertainer. I'm not in the mood for adult stuff'. We have to prevent that. Take Jena. Just because she makes a program today where she gives someone the best lay of their life, should that mean that because of that tomorrow she won't be allowed to be in a program where she plays hide and seek with a child? As long as programs are clearly marked and locked for certain groups of people that should be doable."
"A valid point," Seven agreed. "Maybe it would help if we publicly commended this group on their work, if it is good enough to warrant a positive public appreciation of their work of course."
B'Elanna grinned. "If we make entertainment so mainstream I wouldn't be surprised if they start calling Jena the Queen of Porn soon."
Seven lifted an eyebrow. "They can call her Queen of Porn all they want, as long as they realize that there is only one Queen of Borg, who outranks the Queen of Porn by a long shot."
"Hey, for you to comment on how good her work is, you first need to have run the program," Katzi reminded.
"That is the point," Seven said. "To show that the top of the Borg fully condones that kind of work as long as certain conditions are met. However, I will make sure to say that my Mate and I enjoy Jena's work very much. I will leave it up to the imagination of people to think about what that means. Personally I doubt that they will realize that I only turn to my Mate to take care of things if something turns me on. Let them think what they want; they do think what they want about us four anyway."
"That's true," Pagsha agreed. "But are you really going to watch her work?"
Seven hesitated and glanced at her lover before admitting, "If you and Katzi can forgive us for getting stimulated from seeing someone else make love, then yes."
Katzi only let out a breath, but her Mate was more vocal.
"Goddess yes! But can we watch with you? Jena is so hot, I want to see her in action." Of course, Pagsha being Pagsha she blushed deep red while making the admission that she was dying to see Jena nude.
"That only leaves us with a small problem," Katzi pointed out. "With all of us being into watching but not touching others... just who is Jena going to have sex with? After all, all those holoprograms are created just like this one, to make it seem like that the person using the program is the person the action is about. In this case, the person being taught how to do things."
"Um, good point," B'Elanna admitted. Then she grinned and snapped her fingers. "Let's scare someone shitless."
Not waiting for the others to ask what she meant, she opened a link to Jena. "Hey Jena, Seven, Pagsha, Katzi and I are on the holodeck checking out your program."
"Um, yes?" Came a hesitant reply.
"Well, we want to see what happens after the program asks us just who'll go first, but as hot as you are, we prefer to watch. Since it's a recorded program you needed someone else, someone that stood in for the person that activates the program. Someone that was then deleted from the program I guess?"
"Um, yes. The director's assistant," Jena replied, a little more confident. Having a good hunch why B'Elanna was asking, she added, "A really cute Granzian with a very nice body."
"Oh, pastel red skin color. Should look nice with your red hair draped all over her."
"She did," Jena agreed, this time the confident sex appeal back in her voice. "She's sitting right across from me as a matter of fact; we are discussing potential future projects."
"Ah, you might want to wait until we've had a talk with your group," B'Elanna warned.
"Oh," Jena said, once more hesitantly.
B'Elanna looked at her Mate who gave her a nod. "Nothing to worry about. We aren't going to tell you to stop. But we want to sit down with you for some input. We want to make sure that the work your group seems interested in creating is admired and respected. Am I right in the fact that you want to do more than just one educational program?"
Jena laughed softly. "It all depends on what you call an educational program. I can be very educational."
"I'm sure," B'Elanna said amused. "But for now we want to check out this program. So why don't you just send us a copy of the master file to the holodeck; with the deleted director's assistant still firmly intact? At least I assume that she won't mind?"
"Well, at the moment she is vigorously shaking her head no to indicate that I shouldn't send the file. She thinks she isn't pretty enough to actually be seen in a real program. I think she is. Why don't you tell us which of us was right when we have that talk? I think I would like to have a steady recording partner. After all, there are always people that prefer to watch; we can make that an option."
"I like the way you think," B'Elanna agreed. "But if she doesn't want to,"
"I think I can persuade her to agree, since it's only the First Family, and not general release. And on top of that I'll make sure that she has something else to keep her occupied while you run the program."
There was a purr best described as liquid velvet wrapped around hot sex. The purr changed to words after a moment, but was still more of a purr. "Yes, very occupied." Then a laugh came. "She's sending the file now. Jena out, I have things to do."
A moment of amused silence later the program was started again. This time a nervous woman was sitting on the bed. It was clear that she thought that she would never be seen in a program. "Maybe we can get someone else, I,"
"You are just want I want," said Jena's hot voice before she walked into the detection field of the recorders.
It was clear that the room had been recorded first, and then the recorders had been set up to record all between the bed and the door. It made sense. When recorded like this, the recorders had to be placed somewhere.
Jena walked out of the room so that she could enter again, from where the eventual program would start. While the redhead was gone the women looked at the person sitting on the bed, who was wringing her hands nervously.
"Jena's right, she is cute," B'Elanna spoke up, knowing that this time the holograms would not react to people since it was the recording and not the finished holoprogram.
"A bit boyish in the face, but definitely a woman's body," Pagsha added. "I like that. She looks nice, but cute is the best description. I think Jena's right. They contradict each other so extremely, they would be a great permanent match to look at if you don't want to participate."
More conversation was prevented by Jena entering and the program continuing. With every passing minute the heat in the holographic room seemed to raise a little. B'Elanna's guess proved right and the program was clearly set up for using Jena's hologram to learn how to treat a woman right.
At one point Jena threw her head back and pushed one of her breasts into the mouth of the other woman while letting out a moan that turned knees weak.
"Fuck!" B'Elanna exclaimed. "Seven fuck me right now, please."
Seven more than willingly did as asked, while Pagsha and Katzi made love as well. But despite that, their eyes never left the holographic couple on the bed for longer than a few moments to close eyes in pleasure or during release.
And as B'Elanna was returning the favor to her lover, Seven thought that she herself would make 'Queen of Porn' an official title and hand it to Jena.
Of course, in the end she didn't, but she also never did anything to deter the title being used unofficially to indicate the woman that carried that unofficial title with great pride. Unimatrix 01, it turned out, was the home to yet another civic leader; a Queen in her own right.
Continued...