Title: Better Off Borg (Chapter 6)
Series: Star Trek: Voyager
Author: Singing Violin
Rating: M
Disclaimer: The Star Trek characters and universe are not mine. I'm just playing with them.
Summary: By request, a rewrite of my story "The Curse of Coffee," in which it is Seven instead of Chakotay that is imprisoned with a full-of-coffee Captain Janeway. J7.
Author's Note: Huge thank you to Oystercatcher and Aunt Kathy, who beta'ed this chapter months ago and encouraged me to post it, even though I was afraid. Also, thank you to the several people who made content requests throughout the evolution of this story: I have attempted to incorporate them all, and I hope the result is satisfactory.
Warning: As I mentioned at the end of the previous chapter, this chapter contains explicit, non-conventional content not suitable for anyone with a prudish bone in their body. You have been warned. Please don't read if you think you might be offended (or stop reading if you become offended part-way through).

Kathryn was slightly surprised when Seven showed up, unannounced, at her quarters fairly late the next evening, and she greeted her visitor with a warm smile. "Seven! Please come in. You left rather suddenly before."

The taller woman nodded solemnly. "For that, I apologize. I was...not myself. Will you forgive me?"

"Of course, Seven," answered Janeway easily. "There's really nothing to forgive. I wasn't always as tolerant of caffeine as I am now; I've had a few bad reactions myself in my time. I totally understand, and I assume you are feeling better."

The taller woman smiled back at her captain. "Thank you. I am, and I come bearing gifts," she quoted amiably.

It was then that Janeway realized her companion was carrying a fairly large mug and a small bag, the former which she handed to her captain, and the latter which she placed upon the floor by the couch.

Janeway took a whiff. "Oh, it's marvelous!" she exclaimed as she took a sip. "How did you...?"

Seven waved a hand. "I do not need to consume food on a regular basis," she explained, "especially when I am ill. I have more rations than I can use, unless I have someone to use them on. And rather than replicate the coffee directly, I experimented with replicating beans and brewing them myself."

The captain briefly contemplated lowering Seven's quota to better meet her needs, so that she would not feel obligated to over-consume, especially as her rations did not account for the extra energy required for her to regenerate, but then decided such would be unfair, and especially with the changing nature of their relationship, might appear as if she were trying too hard not to give Seven preferential treatment. Then again, if she herself were to reap the benefits of Seven's over-consumption...well, that was the captain's privilege, wasn't it?

Suddenly she was overcome with the now-familiar sensation of foreboding when dealing with this extraordinary individual. Am I taking advantage of her, in more ways than one? Will this relationship return to bite me in the ass somehow?

Seven interrupted her thoughts. "I would like to resume our...previous activities."

Perhaps there will be ass-biting...literally. Janeway nearly choked on the coffee, and her eyes grew wide as she struggled momentarily not to do a spit-take as she desperately attempted to divert the conversation. "Have you solved the problem with your nanoprobes?"

"Yes," answered Seven ambiguously. "However, I have deemed it unwise to consume too much coffee, even if it would no longer make me ill."

"I see," answered Janeway, not sure of what Seven was getting at, and for some reason, afraid to press further, as she was sure that Seven herself would volunteer any information she deemed relevant. She wondered if the former Borg were embarrassed at appearing weak in front of her, and she wanted to reassure her protégé somehow, but couldn't figure out a way of doing so without embarrassing the young woman further, should she really not want to talk about it.

"I have something else in mind I would like to try tonight," Seven admitted, noting that Kathryn was already downing the last dregs of her offering. With that, she picked up the bag again and moved towards the bedroom.

Janeway set down the empty cup on the coffee table and followed the blonde to the bed, wondering what surprise Seven had in store.

"Lie down," Seven ordered, and when Kathryn looked askance at her, she added, "please."

The captain looked strangely at her. "Do you want me to undress?"

"No," answered Seven. "Just lie down. Please," she repeated.

Kathryn nodded and complied, ever more curious what Seven was up to. Before she could contemplate potentialities, the former drone produced several shiny objects out of her bag, then replaced the bag on the ground beside the bed.

Janeway gasped. "Are those...?"

Seven just nodded, and proceeded to handcuff her captain to the bed. She then dug some rope out of the bag and tied the captain's feet to the frame, so that all her limbs were immobilized.

This is either going to go really well, or really badly, thought Kathryn, but she allowed it, because over the last few days, Seven had shown such affection and care for her, even when the captain was the one doing the caretaking, that she couldn't imagine the blonde would do anything to hurt her.

The younger woman smiled mischievously as she checked to make sure Kathryn's limbs were secure. Then she tenderly brushed the captain's hair from her forehead while peering deeply into her eyes - perhaps for permission, or a clue to her feelings about what was transpiring. The captain, however, was giving nothing away.

Seven kissed her forehead before retreating slightly. "Captain, I must ask you a question."

"Anything, Seven," Kathryn answered readily. "You know I'll answer anything if I can."

"Yes, but the truth of your reply is in question," Seven answered suspiciously.

This threw the captain for a loop. "What?" she uttered, bewildered.

"I have reason to believe you have lied to me," stated Seven matter-of-factly. "And I intend to experiment to find out whether that is the case."

"I haven't..." Janeway started, then realized that Seven had not yet asked any questions. "You were going to ask me a question?"

"Yes," Seven confirmed. "How many cups of coffee did you consume today, prior to the one I just handed you?"

Janeway thought for a moment. "Four, I think. Perhaps five. But I've built up quite a tolerance over the years, Seven. I can handle a lot more caffeine than most people."

The former Borg eyed her captain and decided to reassure her. "I have no intention of making you ill," she responded readily. "I would not wish that experience on anyone, especially one whom I love."

"Good," Janeway answered, as a warm feeling bubbled within her midsection at hearing Seven declare so casually her love. She remembered the last time Seven had uttered that word in relation to her, and realized, then, that she still had no idea what Seven was planning now. "So what exactly are you trying to do here?" she asked.

"You'll see," Seven answered coyly while walking slightly away to the replicator and ordering another cup of coffee. "Drink this," she ordered, sitting beside the captain on the bed.

Kathryn chuckled. "You've cuffed me to the bed, Seven. I can't hold the cup, let alone drink from it. And besides, is the point to show me how much better yours was? I can already tell you that the brewed version was far superior. I drink the replicated stuff enough to be able to do the comparison without a before-and-after."

"I will assist you," Seven asserted, but then paused, obviously considering something she hadn't thought of before. "Hopefully the 'replicated stuff' will not be too distasteful after 'my version.' I would have brought more of 'my version,' but as I wasn't sure it would even be adequate..."

Janeway interrupted. "It's fine, Seven. I understand, and I appreciate any coffee, as long as it's caffeinated and not Neelix's 'coffee substitute,' which he forced me to try once. Ugh!"

At that, Seven grinned in amusement. "I will keep that in mind. For now, drink this." she repeated, then promptly held the cup to her captain's lips. As the older woman drank, Seven stroked her hair tenderly, and when she was done, she placed yet another kiss upon her forehead before getting up and recycling the cup.

"That should do," Seven stated, and moved back to her place beside the prone captain.

Then, she bent down and kissed Kathryn on the lips. Meanwhile, her hand stroked Janeway's arm, and eventually moved towards her breasts.

Kathryn gasped into Seven's mouth as she felt Seven's fingers tickling her nipple through the fabric of her uniform, and she found herself bucking slightly into Seven's touch, aching for more contact. Seven's massage grew deeper, and she felt her nipples harden, pressing up against the fabric of her uniform. She closed her eyes and relished the sensation of Seven's hand as it worked its magic. Just as before, Seven seemed to know, no doubt from observing her reactions closely, exactly where to touch and when in order to produce the most intoxicating results. Although Seven only touched her breasts, and only through the fabric of her uniform, her touch produced a tingle that radiated out through her nipples and into all her extremities.

The captain felt an urgent need to touch her astrometrics officer in return, but could not, because of her restraints. She realized this was, in a sense, reciprocation for how she did not allow Seven to touch her when she first pleasured the younger woman, and smiled wryly at the irony as she felt her core grow warm and her skin grow increasingly sensitive. Seven's hands alternated between her breasts and her face now, caressing her gently and yet provoking her to further desire.

Then, Seven's hands trailed down from Janeway's breasts, over her torso, and to her belly, where they began a gentle massage just below her navel. The slight pressure was enough to alert the captain to her rapidly filling bladder, and she opened her eyes abruptly and attempted to push Seven away, realizing belatedly that with her hands still cuffed to the bed, this was equally impossible with reciprocating Seven's caresses.

Still, Seven sensed her hesitation, and pulled her lips away momentarily, continuing the massage of Kathryn's abdomen with her hand.

Janeway looked into Seven's eyes then and made an admission. "Seven, as...stimulating as this is, I need to take a break."

"You need to urinate," confirmed Seven, but did not stop her ministrations. Instead, she spoke to the computer, "Computer, initiate audio program Seven of Nine Alpha Omega." At that, the sound of a rainstorm began, and Kathryn groaned, realizing at once what Seven was trying to do.

Before she could object, however, Seven had already recaptured her mouth with her lips, and was kissing her deeply. The captain couldn't help but moan in pleasure, even as the uncomfortable pressure below her belly button increased. She became aware of a tickle between her legs as well, as kissing the tall blonde was rapidly increasing her arousal.

Suddenly, Seven's hand moved even lower, to Janeway's inner thighs, and Kathryn squirmed, realizing that she desperately needed Seven's hand in her crotch for several reasons. And, as if reading her mind, the younger woman's long fingers brushed against her clit, then returned to her inner thigh. She moaned again into Seven's mouth, realizing she wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer...and that, for the moment, she didn't care.

She felt herself relaxing and realized immediately how aroused she was. Her underwear was damp with her desire, and it was clear that Seven had noticed too, as Seven began to brush her fingers against the area more frequently, finally pressing a finger directly against her clit.

Kathryn jerked, feeling the force of a small orgasm upon her, but clenched against it, not wanting to lose control.

It was then that Seven's hand moved back up to her breasts, and she felt the loss of the warmth between her thighs. Simultaneously, the younger woman pulled reluctantly away from her lips, and Kathryn wondered for a moment if Seven was about to take pity on her and allow her a bathroom break. She also realized how precarious her situation was, at present, and wondered whether she would even make it to the bathroom if released.

Seven did not intend to let her find out, but nevertheless felt a protective need to check if what she was doing was permitted. She was gratified to see the darkness in Janeway's eyes, but asked explicitly anyway, still maintaining physical contact with Janeway's bosom. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I do not wish to...traumatize you."

The return of Janeway's own sentiments nearly made her laugh, but again, she suppressed her instinctive emotional response, realizing the danger of laughing in her current state. "Seven, this is amazing. But I'm afraid I'm going to...wet the bed."

Seven nodded. "That is the idea."

Although she had already come to the conclusion that this was what Seven had intended, still Janeway had denied it in her mind. But strangely, something inside her prevented her from outright forbidding Seven's plan. Perhaps it was curiosity. "Why?" she asked, whimpering slightly as she continued to respond to Seven's touches. In addition to the hand massaging her breasts, Seven's other hand was stroking the side of her face, and it made her feel cherished and protected. And, as the younger woman's finger wiped the corner of her eye, she realized that she was crying a little, and marveled at the fact that she could be completely unaware of this. I'm a bit distracted by other parts of my anatomy, she realized.

"When we were imprisoned, I was sure that you found the act of wetting yourself pleasurable. So much so that I wished to experience the same thing. However, you denied it. So, given my disastrous first attempt at replicating the experience, I decided to do a little experiment to confirm my suspicions before I make a second attempt."

Janeway whimpered, "You could just have asked."

Seven cocked her head slightly, pausing her ministrations for a moment while she appeared to contemplate something. "There was no reason to believe that asking would warrant a different reply than the first time," she pointed out. "So, I came up with three plausible explanations, which I am attempting to test. First, you were telling the truth, and I was mistaken in my observations. The current state of your arousal virtually disproves that hypothesis."

Kathryn moaned as Seven's hand moved back to her thigh and began stroking it once again, while her other hand moved to the captain's shoulder in an echo of a familiar gesture she had used to reassure many a crewman, including the one currently causing the very arousal she was astutely observing.

"I like your scent," Seven remarked idly, sniffing the air for emphasis. "It makes me happy."

"Thank you," Janeway offered hesitantly, not sure of what else to say. Then she remembered Seven's hypotheses, only one of which she had explicitly stated. "And the other two?"

"Second," Seven continued, remembering her previous train of thought, but not letting up on the teasing touches, "you were lying to me. Your nervous laughter indicated that might be the case. Why you would not admit to enjoying something pleasurable, I wasn't sure, but I suspected it had something to do with what we had discussed. Apparently it would be...socially unacceptable."

Kathryn nodded, acknowledging Seven's sound logic, but then realizing her assent could be taken as an admission of deception. "That makes sense. And what was the third possibility?"

"The third possibility," Seven provided, "was that you yourself were unaware of how pleasurable you found the experience, because of your focus on your embarrassment, and explaining the situation to me. Now that you know I am aware of the situation, and now that we are in the privacy of your quarters, I intend to find out which of my hypotheses is correct." She punctuated her words with flicks of her finger against the captain's crotch, noting the increasing dampness there.

Just then, Janeway felt a jolt of increased pressure on her bladder, and grunted in response. "I can't hold it much longer, Seven, not while you're doing that..." She was suddenly aware that she was shivering slightly in her increasing effort to contain herself.

The younger woman only smiled in response, then bent down to kiss her captain once again, her hand moving once again to Kathryn's belly and exerting gentle pressure there. Just before their lips met, she muttered, "I love you, Captain Janeway."

And just as she had the first time she had heard Seven say that, Kathryn once again lost control, and felt the liquid warmth forcefully burst forth into the already-damp fabric of her uniform.

The younger woman's hand quickly moved to cup Janeway's crotch, as if to catch the deluge, and then pressed against it, making sure to tickle her captain's clitoris, and not at all lightly.

"Oh," moaned Janeway into Seven's mouth, and there was no room in her mind amidst the waves of pleasure washing over her for contemplation of the implications of what was transpiring. Her cheeks grew hot as her whole body convulsed, momentarily stopping the flow of urine. She pressed her pelvis against Seven's hand as the orgasm peaked and subsided, then realized her bladder was still relatively full.

The younger woman retreated slightly to survey her handiwork, and Kathryn took the moment to file a request. "Seven, may I use the facilities now?"

The corners of the former Borg's mouth turned up in a rare smirk as her eyes danced with mischief. "No," was her only reply.

The captain whimpered. "Why not?"

"Because," Seven stated emphatically, "I now know which of my hypotheses was correct. You dissembled, and I cannot abide that."

"Seven?" Janeway questioned, momentarily distracted from her current plight.

"What kind of relationship would we have if I couldn't trust you?" Seven explained. "I can't allow you to lie to me; we must be perfectly honest with each other if I am to be your lover."

At that, the captain choked. "Lover?!"

Seven bent down and brushed her lips against Janeway's forehead then. "Yes, my love. I have researched human customs, and there is only one way to describe our current relationship. We are lovers. But the research also suggests that dishonesty within such a relationship can lead to disaster. I do not wish for that to happen to us."

"Oh, Seven," Kathryn replied. "Neither do I. But I fail to see..."

Seven of Nine interrupted her captain, an action that under other circumstances might risk brig time. "You lied to me, Captain. Kathryn. And must be punished, so that you will learn not to do it again. This is not the first time you have enjoyed wetting yourself; if it were, you would have shown more fear and hesitation."

Janeway's eyes grew wide at the younger woman's continuing insight into her inner secrets. Seven, all alone, had discovered something none of her previous lovers had ever known. Was there any part of her facade this beautiful creature could not see directly through? "What do you have in mind?" she asked, only vaguely dreading the response.

"You must stay here until your bladder is completely empty," Seven ordered. "And then, I will make it fill again as you made mine fill...and release...the night after we were imprisoned together."

She did not give the captain a chance to respond as she made her way to the replicator once again, and Janeway cringed at the thought that she would be forced to drink yet another cup of coffee. Instead, however, Seven ordered something else.

"Computer, one feather from a North American wild turkey," she ordered, and it materialized on the small pad. She grabbed it, brought it over to the captain, and began teasing her with it, brushing it against first her face, then her hands, then her breasts, and finally her belly.

Janeway wanted to flick it away, but she couldn't, as her limbs were still securely braced to the posts of the bed. She felt herself beginning to giggle, and begged, "Stop, please!"

"No," was her only response as Seven continued to torture her. As the feather tickled her belly, she began to shake once again, and it wasn't long before she lost the tenuous hold she had over the remaining contents of her bladder. Once again, she felt warm liquid soak into the legs of her uniform and form a damp puddle in the bedclothes under her. This time, thankfully, Seven did not interfere, and allowed her to finish emptying her bladder, after which she heaved an enormous sigh of relief.

Then, Seven reached over and quickly released her from her bonds, but placed a hand against her chest, preventing her from escaping entirely. "We aren't finished, yet, Captain," she chided. "However, I will need you to be undressed for the remainder of our agenda."

Weakly, Janeway nodded, and motioned to take off her soiled uniform.

Once again, the younger woman stopped her. "I will do it," she ordered, and did as she said. And with each piece of the uniform she removed, she placed a trail of kisses along the newly-exposed body part: first Kathryn's neck, then her back, then her arms, and finally her belly, leaving Janeway quivering with the pleasure of it all. Finally, Seven peeled the soaked material from the captain's legs, and discarded it on the floor, then peered once again at the captain, who knew at once that if she attempted to escape, she would once again be bound to the bed.

"Lie back and relax," Seven ordered, echoing Janeway's own words to her of a few days ago. With no argument to offer, Kathryn did as she was told.

Once again, Seven placed a hand into Kathryn's crotch, this time touching the quivering area directly. She rubbed one finger between her captain's swollen lips, and was gratified to find it quite damp with lubrication. Then, she slid one finger into her captain's opening and sought the rough bundle directly. She knew from Janeway's moan in reaction that she had hit her target, and began to rub it gently.

While she did so, she spoke to her lover. "You are beautiful, Captain Janeway, and so powerful, but right now, I am in control, and you are at my mercy." Her only response was a grunt, so she continued. "I will make sure you never lie to me again. I know your secrets, and they are safe with me. I will always cherish this which we have shared, and do not wish to share it with anyone else. I love to see you like this: carefree, enjoying yourself..."

She trailed off as she inserted another finger into Kathryn's opening and began to increase her pace. She continued to mumble platitudes, but Janeway was too far gone to hear what she was saying. Seven relished the sight of her captain squirming with pleasure before her as she continued brushing her fingers against Kathryn's increasingly swollen center. Meanwhile, Janeway continued to moan increasingly louder, until finally, gratifyingly, she screamed as a jet of clear fluid shot out from her urethra, further soaking the already-soiled bed.

Spent, the captain collapsed back against the pillows, her eyes closed in ecstasy as the aftershocks of her orgasm washed over her in waves of intense pleasure.

After a time, she sighed and opened her eyes to see Seven standing before her, obviously triumphing in her achievement.

"I promise I won't ever lie to you again, Seven," she said tenderly. "There's no use, anyway...you can read me like nobody else ever has."

The former drone nodded. "I know. And that is why our relationship will survive. I suppose we had better get cleaned up."

"We?" Kathryn asked, sitting up. She looked over at her companion and realized that the pant legs of her catsuit were soaked through. Astonished, she asked, "When did you...?"

"If you are referring to when the rainstorm soundtrack ended, it was only five minutes long; it ended before you wet yourself, but obviously you were to preoccupied to notice. If you're asking when I modified my nanoprobes, there was no problem with the original modification; it was indeed the caffeine I could not process, and that the nanoprobes could not be modified to process for me. In preparation for our activities today, I consumed as much water as you consumed coffee. I wanted to experience what you were experiencing, and while you were experiencing it. And so I have, and it was as pleasurable as I had anticipated. I love you, Kathryn Janeway, and I hope we can share much more pleasure in the future."

"I'm sure we will, Seven, and I love you too." Then, she reached out and hugged the younger woman to her, peripherally realizing that she was crying once again. "Thank you for this."

Pulling away, Janeway asked, "Would you care to join me in the bath?"

Seven grinned wickedly. "Indeed, Captain, I would."

THE END

Final Author's Note: Thank you for reading, and for not running away. I hope you liked it. I probably won't be writing any more J7, ever, but I appreciated the opportunity to stretch my boundaries here.