The Game Pt. 03

Through all of Ensign Max Conley's research on the Borg and their pursuit of perfection, he was always left with two lasting questions: What does perfection look like to a cybernetic culture made of thousands of species? And why don't they realize it looks like 7 of 9? Granted, the latter question never entered the stellar cartographer's mind until Seven became a crewmember here on Voyager, but after long days and nights studying star charts together, her idyllic beauty made the question impossible to ignore. "Ensign?" Seven asked. "Hmm?" Conley said, taking a second to realize the time spent in his head and made him miss a significant portion of their conversation. "You appear to be deep in thought. Has your analysis found any potential subspace pathways?" The ensign turned to Seven, who, in turn, had pivoted to face him from her position at the primary control situated in front of the virtual screen of her lab. Her right eyebrow cocked, an

The trickster was walking along one of the side roads of Hilbury. Malcolm kept a close eye on him from half a block away. He couldn't be sure if the man was the monster he was hunting, not yet at least. The stranger had been acting strange though. Malcolm had seen the man pick the pocket of someone without being noticed, but he could just be a thief; he had to be sure before he made a move to grab him. Malcolm had given Casey, his daughter, a call on her phone, but she hadn't picked up. He wasn't sure if he was happy or not about that. It would be nice to have the backup, but if she wasn't here, that meant she wasn't in danger. Compared to most monster hunts he had been on, this one wasn't very risky. He didn't try again though, she'd be upset about not being involved, but at least she would be safe. The man Malcolm had been tailing walked by a woman and very obviously reached into her purse and took out her wallet. It was clear as day, but the woman d

Lockdown (Stay at Home order) has been hard on me. For four months, starting March, I have had a case of blue balls. Sure, I have been jerking off a lot to my girlfriend's nudes and her tease-y chats, but I hadn't felt a wet pussy or a pliable pair of lips around my dick, for four fucking months. For the past three weeks or so, I have started going to work. Work and no sex -- that is how hell would be like. Last Sunday, my phone buzzed. It was 4 PM, my girlfriend usually naps during that time, but it was a message from a friend-colleague, Nisha. Hey, what's up, she had DM-ed. It was an inane message, except that she doesn't text me often. Nisha has been married for the last two years. Her husband has a factory of some sort in the suburbs. For most of the Lockdown, she had been stuck in the city, with her husband in the suburbs, waiting furtively for his factory to open. Now, the factory had opened, but they don't have any orders have coming up. So, he has scurried

I'm sat on the couch when you walk by in your leggings and t-shirt. I notice you don't have a bra on and I can see your nipples through your shirt. I don't know why they're hard, but they are. It sends my brain straight to sex. "Why are your nipples hard?" I ask. You involuntarily flush slightly, your hand coming up to feel your tit. "What? I don't know," you shrug. It comes out of left field, you didn't even realize I was watching you. I like seeing you touch your breast and feel your nipple through your shirt. It didn't take much but I'm horny now. "Take your shirt off. Come show me your tits." "Not now, babe. I'm busy," you reply, starting to walk off. I stand up quickly, grab your arm, and jerk you toward me. You lose your balance and fall into me as I pull you against me, your ass pressing against the hard-on growing in my shorts. I've still got your arm and I twist is slightly, making you bend over

Kelly sat in the chair with a bit of trepidation. She was nude, and the tattooed man was waiting with a variety of sharp objects. Kristen was already finished, with new rings piercing her labia. Dana had been an inspiration, and while tender, she loved the new addition. She stood holding Kelly's hand, giving her some moral support for what was going to be an uncomfortable experience. "I still don't know how you talked me into this..." Kelly said in a nervous tone. "Don't be such a baby. I already went." "You've done this before though." The guy with the needle tapped her on the inner thigh and said "Deep breath." As she did, she felt the needle pierce her right nipple. She gasped at the sudden pain and then hissed through her teeth as it subsided. "one down!" Kristen said enthusiastically. A half hour later, both were dressed, the piercings were paid for and they were on their way, slightly more gingerly than when they