Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2004 20:54:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Buky <kael116@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Borg - Chapter 8

This story is fictional in every account, contains graphic
sexual language, depiction of homosexual sex acts, and is
not intended for audiences who are under the age of 18 years
old or do not wish to read it. You have been warned and the
author assumes no liability in placing this wherever it is
placed, read by whoever, or how it is used.  The Borg and
Star Trek are registered trademarks of Paramount Pictures
and are used here with respect to Paramount.  No humans or
Borg were harmed during the writing of this story, and
hopefully, all the animals in my computer case decided it
was time to move.


The Borg

By Buky-18

kael116@yahoo.com


Chapter 8 - Assimilation Continued


     My legs had just been filled with hundreds, if not
thousands of implants.   Six Borg drones stand surrounding
me.  I was completely naked and subject to their whim.  On
top of all of it, I was rock hard, dripping precum onto
myself - not a real fast drip.one drop every minute or two.
My body looked great, the drones looked great, and it had
been pleasurable so far.  I gave up the last of my
inhibitions and fears and accepted the fact that I would
become a Borg drone like those who are assimilating me.

     The two tactical drones holding my chest down were
letting up a bit, perhaps sensing my submission.  With my
right hand, I held the hand of the drone holding my left
shoulder.  I then carefully and slowly pulled it away from
my chest and said, "There's no need to restrain me.  I
submit willingly.  I want to be assimilated."

     I looked into his eye and could see the processing
occurring.  For a moment, the drone just stood there and
gave me a perplexed look.  Lights blinked on and off on his
headgear - rapidly at first, but they stopped.  The naked
drones, all four of them, stopped in their tracks and looked
at me.  Then, the drones at my shoulders stepped away slowly
and attended my other fellow assimilatees.  I was left
alone.

     I didn't know what was going to happen next.  They had
already started assimilating me, but I wondered what they
would to with me now.perhaps it was my mentioning that I
wished to be assimilated that threw them through a
loop.maybe they've never had anyone WANT to be assimilated
before, I thought.

     I lay there in perfect solitude, alone and naked.  I
sat up and stared at my legs.  They were somewhat swollen
and bruised from all the activity, but still what I
remember.  I held my left foot in my hands, inspecting the
toenails and other implants they had put into my body.  No
blood or body fluids seeped out of anywhere, which was
strange.  The pins and tubes were integrated in such a way
that they looked to be naturally part of my foot.

     I ran my hands over my legs and my feet, feeling the
prickly implants and smooth skin underneath.  The millions
of pins they had implanted into my skin all over my legs and
feet felt like tiny bumps - little pinheads. I lay back and
gazed into the Borg assimilation chamber.

     Several more naked drones were approaching my
assimilation table.  They were about 20 feet away, but
closing in extremely fast.  In addition to the four naked
drones already attending me, these drones were half naked,
half covered.  Silver and gray armor plated the drone on the
left, which I will call "silver drone".  On the right was a
drone that looked as if his body had been etched with metal
bits - there were patterns in some ancient and unknown
language (probably ancient Borg scribing).  His body was
fantastic - not too muscular, but well defined.  There were
no tan lines and he was a bronze color.  His penis was
devoid of implants and his body devoid of tubes and plates -
all that was on his body were small metal circuit etchings
underneath his skin that protruded in various places.  He
had both eyes intact, no external normal implants, and a
strange deformity on his forehead.the skin was shaped oddly
there - somewhat like a viridian's forehead, only it was a V
shape.  He was absolutely beautiful.  I shall refer to him
as the "ancient" drone.

     The silver drone and the ancient drone approached my
table and took up positions on either side of my chest,
lowering their hands so that they were almost touching my
pecs.  The ancient drone picked up my right hand and lowered
himself so he could speak into my right ear.  He spoke in a
soft voice with excellent enunciation and perfect English,
devoid of any mechanical or artificial timbre.

     "You wish to be assimilated?"  He asked.

     I nodded.

     "We have never encountered anyone who wanted to be
assimilated before.  You are very special.  We will add your
biological distinctiveness to our own.  Had you expressed
your desire for assimilation earlier before your drone type
was decided, you would have been assimilated and brought
into the core on the Borg home world, but now that you are
to be assimilated as a surgical sexual drone, that cannot
be.  Perfection is still an option.  We will bring you
closer to perfection, but first, you must agree to perform
the functions of a surgical sexual drone for a time period
of one year.  Do you agree?"

     I nodded and said yes.

     "Good," he said, "After you have completed your
function as a surgical sexual drone your task will be
complete.  After that task, we will re-assimilate you into
the core collective.  In your current assimilation, we will
install a device, which will allow us to transfer your pour
soi into a new body once your task is complete.  It will be
painful and there is no going back once this transformation
takes place.  Your pour soi will remain intact and immortal.
The collective will retain your memories and knowledge and
given back to you once you are re-assimilated.  Do you wish
this?"

     I nodded enthusiastically.

     "Your assimilation will proceed as normal.  Remember,
in one year you will experience the most wonderful thing
that has ever happened to anyone in the history of
humanity."

     That said, he rose back to a standing position beside
me, but he still held my hand for a short time as the
assimilation drones swarmed around me.

     Naked drones 1 and 3 started to affix small metal
pieces to my stomach.  They were several centimeters in
length, bent at a 90-degree angle, but rounded.  They were
paper-thin as well.  He affixed one to each corner of each
abdominal muscle and larger ones to the outlying edges of my
abs.  After they were finished applying the metal strips to
my abs, naked drones #1, 3, and 4 began to attach similar
longer strips to my ribs, leading from my abs toward my back
- forming an ascending ring.  They applied three to each
side then began to apply similar strips to my pecs, or
rather, just below my pecs.  The thin strips outlined my
pecs at the muscle overlaps, which accentuated the muscles.

     After my abs were outlined, naked drones #1 and #4 made
three small incisions on each side of my ribcage.  Into each
incision, they thrust ribbed black tubing that was very
stretchy.  They shoved it further under my skin and snaked
them to my abs muscles.  After they were in position, naked
drone #2 implanted retaining clamps where they met my abs;
naked drones #1 and #4 closed the incisions.

     "RAISE YOUR ARMS," the drones ordered.  I raised them.
Naked drones #1 and #4 began to make an incision in each
armpit.  I did not look at what they were doing, as I was
lying down.besides, I didn't want to see my body bleeding
and being mutilated.  From the reflection in the other
surgical tables, it looked as if they were removing the
lymph nodes.  They were obviously surgical drones, as they
were using Borg surgical instruments.

     In place of the lymph nodes, installed a series of
small tube caps and a metal plate.  The plate was
multifaceted and webbed around the spikes in each side.  The
webbing melded with my skin and looked like spandex, only
but much thicker and made out of an organic material that
was slimy and wet.  It spread out over my armpits and bonded
with the skin.   Into these plates, the drones hooked the
tubes that were implanted in my ribcage.  They sealed the
incisions and ordered me to put my arms at my sides.  None
of this was painful.

     Naked drone #3 opened a container of liquid and fished
out a very long piece of rubber material that was identical
to what the drones used on my left foot and leg.  Naked
drone #4 drone picked up my left hand and began to feed it
through a small opening in the end of the blue latex
material.  It was disgustingly wet, which made it slip
easily over my skin.  The rubbery tube was pulled all the
way up to my shoulder and then fastened to my skin with
micro pins, by naked drone #2.

     The extra long glove was incredibly tight and flexible,
forming an ultra-thin second skin around my arm and hand.
My fingers moved freely and my hand felt as if it were
merely encased in cellophane.

     Just as they had with my leg, they began to cut out
large portions of the blue material with left a weird glove
like structure around my arm and hand.  It looked just like
the thing on the arm of the drone applying the material to
my arm, only his was silver and mine was blue.  After he had
removed all the parts he was going to, naked drone #2 began
to stud the entire surface of my arm and hand with hundreds
of thousands of micro pins.   Oddly, they hadn't studded my
abs or midsection with micro pins.  When he had finished
with my left arm, the drones stood back and said in unison,
"STAND UP ON THE TABLE".

     I lifted myself up with my arms and stood up on the
table, letting go of the ancient drone's hand.  He walked
away and exited the chamber.  "I wonder where he's going." I
thought.

     From the top of the table I could see the entire
chamber and everyone in it.  All the men I had entered with
were in various stages of assimilation.  Tieren was also
standing up.  He looked right at me and I knew he was
afraid.  His entire body was covered in the same kind of
blue latex that the drones had pulled over my left arm and
leg.  There were etching patterns all over his body where
they cut the holes out.  I rather liked the look of what
they were doing to him.  He was going to be the sexiest of
all drones.  I glanced in Tim's direction to find that he
was in the middle of what looked to be the plating of his
chest with metal strips.  His genitals were in a clamp so
they would not touch the latex around his waist while it
dried.  The metallic footsteps of a drone brought me back to
the present.  I looked down as a naked drone approached me.

     Naked drone #1 walked toward me and presented me with
an odd pair of underwear, which they  (he may have said it,
but it was "they" who told me to do it) told me to put on.
It was an unidentifiable material that was paper thin, yet
stretchy and metallic at the same time.  I bent over, took
the underwear from the drone and held them below me.  I put
my left, then right foot through and pulled them up.  It was
a bit difficult to pull them to my waist because of the
implants, but I eventually succeeded.  They were the
tightest underwear I had ever put on - they dug into my skin
and stretched at the same time.  Think super tight 1" side
Speedos, so unbearably tight that it begins to cut off
circulation.   My cock bulged out of the right side, but I
carefully shoved downward (even though it was painful) so
that it would not get hurt in the process of whatever the
drones were doing.

     Just as I had pulled them up one of the drones reached
his hands up and straightened the underwear.  Then, after
they were straight or whatever way they wanted me to be
wearing them, he began to insert hundreds of pins in
vertical strips into the surface of the Speedo along my left
front and backside.  He used his left hand to smooth the
Speedo as he sewed it to my skin, caressing my ass and
crotch.  His hands slipped around my rear and front, gliding
over the metallic fabric as if he desperately wanted to make
love to me, but couldn't.  He wrapped his arm around my
waist and pinned the area closest to my crotch, and then
moved back to my left butt cheek.

     After he had inserted all the pins he was going to,
another drone cut away the right half of the Speedo, leaving
only the left side attached to my skin.  Then the same drone
cut away the vertical strips of material that was not pinned
down.

     The drone that handed me the first pair of underwear
handed me a second pair, which were much smaller.  I put
them on and as I was lifting them up, the drones took over,
pulling them up my legs and positioning them around my waist
very high up.  They nudged them for a moment, and then the
drone with the pin inserter began to do the same thing to my
right side.  He placed vertical strips every centimeter,
then off a centimeter, and so on.  After he was finished, a
drone cut away the left half of the Speedo and the non-
pinned vertical strips.  This left my crotch and crack
completely exposed, which was odd.  The Speedo underwear
seemed more for show than function, but I was NOT going to
argue.just enjoying the freed erection.

     The drones ordered me to stand on the floor, so,
naturally, I hopped off the table and stood on the floor.

     I was examined as I stood, how I placed the weight of
my upper body, my posture, etc.  They made notes of how my
abs bulged out a little bit, obviously looking to correct
that problem.  Naked drone #4 then turned me around to face
the table, but I remained standing. He reached his hands
around my body and placed his hand on my stomach, pulling me
backwards and bending me over, while fitting me with a cock-
ring.  It slipped around my balls and cock, firmly planting
itself in my groin.  It happened so fast, I wasn't sure what
had happened.

     A moment later, as the drone was still holding me, I
felt something being pushed up my ass.  It didn't feel like
a dick.it felt cold and hard.  I stretched to see what they
were doing and saw a drone shoving a rather large piece of
tubing that had a metallic green cylinder on the tip into my
anus.  There were lots of holes in the cylinder in a
honeycomb fashion.  Once he had fed it fairly far in (much
farther than I had ever been, or cared to be fucked), the
drones around me said, "KNEEL BEFORE THE DRONE IN FRONT OF
YOU AND RAISE YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD."

     I got down on my knees and raised my hands far above my
head.  Three drones began unwrapping a large blue latex
piece from a container.  Within moments, they were walking
towards me.  They surrounded me on all sides then raised the
latex thing above my arms.  The material stretched as the
drones readied it (much like a condom), opened it and
started to slide it over my arms, guiding my hands through
the armholes, down my torso.  It slid effortlessly over my
skin, as it was gooey and disgustingly wet.  They pulled it
the rest of the way down, past my waist and halfway down my
thighs.

     For several seconds, I kneeled in front of the drones
waiting for them to do something else, but they just stood
there and stared at me.  I could feel the material shrinking
around me and bonding with my skin - forming a second skin!
Within moments, this latex thing had gone from a blob of
latex to a sleeveless something or rather.  It was the
tightest damn thing I'd ever put on.  The neck extended all
the way up to my jaw and the back of my skull.  I could
barely breathe.

     "STAND UP" the drones ordered.  I got back to my feet
and stood in the middle of the drones.  Naked drone #2 (the
one with the manipulator arm) came up behind me and started
to draw on my back with a fine tipped marker.  After several
minutes, he began to stud the entire surface of my back with
micro-pins in various patterns, being very careful to avoid
my spine.  As with all latex applications, they began to cut
away large portions of the material with a laser scalpel.

     Naked drone #3 came around and cut most of the latex
away from my abs and chest, while leaving most of the latex
around my neck intact.  He cut everything away everything on
my left side except three long arcing pieces.  Naked drone
#2 made intricate patterns on my shoulder blades and neck
with the micro pins, and then, Drone #3 removed the excess
blue material.

     "STAND UP AND LIE BACK ON THE TABLE," they ordered.  I
stood up carefully and felt the blue strands of latex that
surrounded my neck, right shoulder, and back.  They were
strangely shaped.  Their purpose was beyond my
comprehension.

     "LIE ON THE TABLE," they ordered again.  I got up on
the table again and lay down on my back.  The tube was
flexible, but it still felt really weird to have a tube up
my ass as I was trying to move around.  "LIE STOMACH DOWN."

     I could not see what was going on, but I could see the
other assimilates in the room.  Tieren was missing from his
assimilation table.  The others were lying down, except for
Tim.  He was sitting on the edge of the table while the
drones did something to his left shoulder and shoulder
blade.  I turned my attention back to my assimilation.

     By this time, I knew the feeling of tubes being
implanted into my skin and muscle tissue.  It was a small
incision, followed by a cold, soft object being inserted
into the incision.  Moments later, the incision is healed
with a dermal regenerator.  After the tubes are inserted
permanently, they are snaked under the skin to wherever they
are supposed to be, clamped down, and left to be attended to
at a later time.  They inserted at least 12 tubes into my
back; some of them were from tubes that began in other parts
of my body.  It was like they were building a network that
was outside of my body...perhaps the blood vessels in my
body were not able to perform the same function.  In any
event, there were lots of them in my back, but I could not
see.   It was incredibly erotic to feel the drones altering
my body.  I had an erection so bad I could cum without any
stimulation.

     "STAND UP," the drones ordered.  I pushed myself up
onto my hands and knees, then climbed off the table and
stood in front of them.  The naked drone with very few
implants put his right hand on my left shoulder and began to
lead me through the room to the outer rim, totally naked
with a huge erection.  We approached a surgical table and
then stopped.  "LIE DOWN," he ordered.  I climbed onto the
table and awaited their move.  Immediately, the drones began
to strap me into the table, starting with my ankles, then my
legs, neck, then upper arms.  Strangely, they didn't put a
strap on my stomach or hands.  Several naked drones
approached the surgical table pushing large carts and trays
full of implants.  Large machines that looked like MRI
machines and X ray machines were wheeled over to my table.

     All the naked drones surrounded me at my table and a
regular drone injected something into my belly button, then
my right wrist.  Immediately, I began to feel numb in those
areas.  The same drone injected something into the right
side of my neck.  Soon, everything became indistinct.  Is
this it?  I thought.  Is this how I become a drone?  Will I
remember?  Will I ever wake up?  Is this it?....  I faded
off into the blackness of an anesthetized slumber.