WARNING!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex.  If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is all fiction.  If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere. No one is being hurt, and this is pure fantasy.

No Borg were hurt in the telling of this story.  the women of the Enterprise on the other hand......

We Are the Borg, Resistance is Futile

I

Nurse Alyssa Ogawa tried to be stoic as the two Borg drones led her through a corridor on the Borg ship.  They had transported with her here just minutes ago from the Enterprise, which was rapidly being assimilated.  She knew the battle was lost as the Enterprise had been the last Federation ship still fighting until one too many blasts had penetrated their shields crippling them.  Borg had transported aboard immediately and began assimilating the male crew members.  This was the strange part, while they did insert Borg technology into the back of her head and the heads of the other women, the assimilation stopped at that point for the females.  The male Enterprise crew members were soon turned into Borg drones.  In fact, she was sure the drone on her left was from Engineering.  She could feel the Borg Collective in her head, but the only coherent thought so far was ‘We will add your biological distinctiveness to our own.’

They seem to have arrived at their destination.  Alyssa could see other women from the Enterprise on either side of her.  She spotted Keiko O’Brien and Deanna Troi well down the rows of women being held by Borg drones.  She didn’t see Doctor Beverly Crusher with whom she worked so closely.  They forced her onto a metal table of sorts and abruptly metal bands sprung out on all sides securing her limbs and torso.  She couldn’t move hardly at all except for her head, as she looked on either side of her, she could see the other women were strapped down too or rapidly being strapped down.  The two drones reached out with their metal arms, and whirling blades flipped into view.  She couldn’t help it and began screaming as the blades descended towards her body.  As if on cue, the other women were screaming with her as blades made contact on all of them.

She tensed expecting pain and blood, but the blades from one ran down her arm and the other up her leg beginning at the ankle.  They were cutting her Star Fleet uniform.  An almost human hand yanked her boots off, while the more metal arm cut up the uniform on her other leg.  She could feel the rush of air as the blades whirled and cut exposing her flesh, but they never touched her skin.  When the blades met at her torso, they stopped.  Her uniform parted in the middle still covering her breasts but to her shame baring her crotch to the view of the hideous drones.  She lifted her head seeing her recently depilated pubic area wondering confusedly why she had done that given she wasn’t seeing anyone.

Drone hands reached out gripping the fabric of her cut uniform and pulled.  What was left of her clothes was rapidly torn from her body until she was completely nude and feeling humiliated.  Looking around she saw all the women had been stripped naked.  A new drone approached, and as he got closer, the bands secure her ankles began pulling her legs apart.  This is just insane she thought as her legs were slowly spreading revealing even more of her bare crotch in a parody of a sexual position.  As her legs got very wide apart she shook her head ‘no’ in silent terror as the new drone stepped between her legs so very close to her exposed vagina.

She wasn’t sure what species the drone had been, but it wasn’t human even if humanoid.  Its hands reached out and she saw they were mostly flesh with just some Borg technology present.  She watched in horror as very thin filaments slid out of metals parts in the palms.  As the hands got closer, it became obvious they were headed for her breasts.  Her chest heaved in panic and fear, as the filaments and hands got closer, and then both filaments made contact with her nipples.  She could feel the filaments piercing the tiny ducts in each nipple.  She was mortified feeling her nipples harden just as the Borg’s fleshy fingers made contact and began squeezing and groping her breasts in a repulsively degrading way.  She started screaming again, and then yelling, “Why are you doing this to us!”

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III

Ensign Robin Lefler had no real sexual experience.  Her years in Star Fleet academy in her early earth standard teenage years left no time for romances.  Her on-going romance with Wesley Crusher had yet to be consummated despite an occasional hint.  Although she had some curiosity about the act, it wasn’t something she felt a deep need for.  Even more so than Wesley, she had gained her education while traveling with her parents.  Now at only 18 Earth years old, she was getting her first sexual experience in a way that was beyond horrifying, her trembling young nubile body exposed and helpless to the Borg.

Somehow the fact that she was sexually aroused made the rape by the Borg even worse.  Those hateful half mechanical hands kneading her breasts, and those filaments making her nipples so hard they simultaneously hurt and stimulated her.  She was perplexed at why that sinuous coil so deliberately elicited sexual arousal, and like all the other women was ashamed at her body’s responses.  Underneath that shame an intense curiosity was building.

When the coiled probe penetrated her vagina, she flashed to the only other times something had been inserted there during gynecological exams.  She remembered blushing with embarrassment at Dr. Beverley Crusher’s questions about her sexual activity, and admitting she had none.  She was doubly embarrassed knowing some of Dr. Crusher’s curiosity had to do with her son Wesley.  Her hymen it seems was not intact due to the rigors of training.

She had used her finger on her body a few times, but the few orgasms that resulted seemed disappointingly brief and lacking in intensity.  She sensed there was something more inside her waiting to be unleashed, and when the probed left her vagina, her cry of disappointment was louder than most of the other women.  It’s insertion in her anus confused her even more and did not curb the arousal still building in her.

Feeling the coil undulating in her bowels with the little bumps on her anus as it moved in and out, Robin watched another device protrude from the Borg drone.  Unlike the vast majority of the women of the Enterprise being raped by the Borg, Robin did not make the instantaneous connection of the device to a male penis.  She watched with horrid fascination as the ridged device rotated and moved between her widely spread legs.  She jerked against the restraints in shock hearing the cacophony of screams from the other women.  Suddenly realizing the device was a simulated male sex organ and the drone was intending to copulate with her, Robin began screaming as well, “IT’S TOO BIG!!!!”

The expressionless Borg drone moved closer until the rotating head of the huge device touched her vagina.  It leaned its half mechanical body over her, its petrifying half-mechanical lifeless face hovering above hers, and Robin felt the penile head turning and moving her labial lips aside as it excruciatingly slowly entered her.  She could feel her vaginal walls painfully stretching as millimeter by millimeter it penetrated taking her virginity.  Like the coil, it too was surprisingly warm.  The rotating bumps and ridges began making startling contact with her clitoris, and the arousal in her that never subsided peaked again, as she began breathing in gasps her chest heaving under the Borg’s hands.  Robin knew her natural secretions lubricated its entry, as if her body was welcoming it in.  This didn’t keep her mind from raging against the appalling act.

Moaning now Robin felt her channel filling with the device going deeper until it began pressing against her cervix.  The rotating ridges abrading her clit were driving her mad.  Her finger had never felt like this.  Now it was receding from her body faster than its entry.  The Borg drone had pulled its hips back, but then pushed them forward again.  The resemblance to copulation was complete, as the Borg drone began thrusting into her, its mechanical penis plunging in and out with increasing speed.  The continuous movement both in and out and the rotation was a constant stimulation on her clitoris.  The movement inside her bowels of the coil was adding to the stimulation.  Images adding to her arousal were flashing in her head of men from her past she had found very sexually attractive.

Robin shook her head back and forth in disbelief at the sensations coursing through her body.  She realized her hips were lifting as best she could against the restraints trying to meet each relentless thrust of the Borg’s mechanical penis.  The little grunts erupting from her mouth at each thrust had very little to do with pain.  It was humiliating knowing her body was responding so completely.  She was like a taunt wire on a musical instrument being played helplessly and hopelessly by the Borg.

The tension in her built to incredible heights, but somehow the Borg refused to grant her release.  Robin’s head felt like it was going to explode as her body moved involuntarily under the humping Borg, tormenting her body with its insidious mechanical penis.  Then her vision went completely white with sparks shooting in her eyes, and her body became painfully rigid.  The passion that had been building in her erupted as intense pleasure, her mouth opening with, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
She gasped several times, and then another wave hit, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
Her chest heaving it came again, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”
And another, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!”
And yet another, “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH….MMMMMYYYYY!!!”

Finally after what had to be several minutes it seemed to end as her body went limp except for a few quaking aftershocks.  As she regained some composure, Robin could hear other women of the Enterprise around her having orgasms, sporadically screaming them out.  She realized the Borg had slowed its lunging into her body, but it had not quite stopped.  Still quivering and feeling languorous and satiated, Robin mortifyingly almost felt the desire to chuckle, but then ended up sobbing instead.  The presence of the drone standing over her, hips barely moving, and its mechanical penis still sliding very slowly inside her, reminded her of the dire circumstances.  Her breathing slowed and her body relaxed even more, and then the device inside her which had slowed, began picking up speed again.  The little bumps and ridges began brushing and abrading her clitoris as before, and the desire that really never completely faded began building again.  Robin felt her arousal returning, and then the sexual stimulation surged, and she screamed, “OOOOHHHHH NNNNNOOOOO, NOT AGAIN!!!!!!  I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE!!!!!!!”

IV

Keiko O’Brien sobbed with horrific shame as her second multiple orgasm began fading.  It was humiliating that the most extremely powerful orgasms in her life came from the terrifying Borg and not her husband Miles.  It was just insane how they went on and on, the second one building before the first unbelievably long and intense one had even faded.  That the Borg used images of men other than Miles to excite her was particularly mortifying, showing the lust in her heart even after marriage.  At least this time the detestable artificial penis inside her had stopped moving giving her hope the ordeal of being forced to orgasm was over.  Mentally Keiko asked the question she had been asking over and over, ‘Why are you doing this to us?’  To her surprise she and the other women asking that same question got an answer.

‘We are the Borg.  Individual sensation and emotion is not conducive to optimal performance, however collective biological intelligence requires this stimulation.  Enhanced function can be derived from the collective assimilation of the maximum attributes of sensation and emotion.  The ultimate sensation is the female orgasm.  The male orgasm is insufficient.  The ultimate productive emotion is humiliation.  You will be forced to experience orgasms and humiliation recurrently until replacement is required from expiration.’
“I won’t give you the satisfaction!” yelled Keiko and the others.
‘We are the Borg.  Your biological distinctiveness will be added to our own.  Resistance is futile.’

When the Borg communication ceased, Keiko felt the repugnant imitation penis gradually withdraw from her vagina until it was just barely touching her labial lips.  With relief Keiko felt the probe in her butt slowly pulling out as well.  She also felt the filaments leave her nipples.  The Borg hands remained on her bare breasts, but at least they had stopped squeezing them.  Keiko thought a respite was coming, and she and the others would allowed some rest at least before they began terrorizing them again, but then she felt the larger imitation penis moving.

The hateful warm metal penis would not stop making contact between her widely spread legs.  It seemed to be moving lower and then nestled between her butt cheeks resting against her anus.  The smaller probe had just seconds ago vacated her bowels, and Keiko could still feel a little burning from the coil that just left her butt.  Her mind was racing thinking the Borg couldn’t possibly derive anything from what it seemed about to do.  Surely they wanted to keep her alive and knew this would kill her?

It was almost imperceptible at first, the pressure building on her anus.  Keiko shook her head in disbelief as the imitation penis pressed ever harder at her anal orifice.  She could feel it slowly dilating open, and knew the smaller probe had somewhat loosened her anus.  Not being able to take any more as it became ever more painful, she screamed, “It’s killing me!!!”

The Borg completely ignored her as the unrelenting metal penis sluggishly forced its way into her body.  It was agonizing, and then something seemed to painfully tear, and she knew it was inside her bowels now.  She could feel the ridges abrading her anal ring as it pushed deeper into her rectum.  It penetrated her even deeper than it did her vagina, as the Borg thrust its hips at her body until her butt cheeks were flatten by the Borg’s metal pelvis.  Keiko screamed again as the Borg began moving.  She heard screams around her as the other women of the Enterprise were being sodomized by Borg drones.

Keiko sobbed with utter humiliation while the Borg continued its anal rape of her body.  She knew the Borg collective were assimilating her humiliation and anguish, feeding off it and becoming more productive.  The shame of helping the Borg in this way was overwhelming.  She knew the increased productivity would help the Borg conquer more Federation worlds and more women and girls would be brought aboard Borg vessels and subjected to this horrifying brutal rape.

With her eyes closed trying to will away the sensations, pain and shame of the Borg shoving its artificial penis deeply inside her rectum, Keiko didn’t see the other Borg drone approach her head.  Her eyes flew open in astonishment, as yet another probe pressed at her mouth.  She gasped in surprise and shock inadvertently allowing the probe to enter her mouth. This probe was cold in contrast to the others, as she felt it snake down her throat.  She felt herself heave a little and expecting to choke and maybe even vomit, but she felt a slight numbing sensation in her throat and the nausea calm itself.

Keiko stared upside down at the new Borg, while the probe in her mouth and throat began pulsating.  She didn’t recognize the species of this one, although the one standing between her legs shoving that horrid phallus in her butt might have been human once.  She could feel her stomach filling with some sort of wet gruel and knew the Borg was feeding her nutrients to keep her alive.  Being force fed and not being allowed to bite and chew was yet another humiliating act being perpetrated on her.  Both ends of her digestive system were revoltingly penetrated.

While the probe was deep in her throat, a panel on the Borg’s pelvis opened.  It reminded her of when the other Borg displayed its mechanical penis except what flipped into view this time was biological and not artificial at all.  It was ridged with scales and pallid like some cave dwelling creature, and it was distinctly a male sex organ even if not human.  It was long and thick with a strange arrow shaped bulbous head.  The head of the male penis was disturbingly close to her mouth.
‘Surely it wasn’t going to do that?’ Keiko thought, her mouth already invaded by unyielding metal.

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