Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2004 22:11:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Buky <kael116@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Borg, chapter 9

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 9 - Assimilation Continued- After Surgery


       I slowly awoke from my anesthetized slumber with a
very bad taste in my mouth.  I couldn't open my eyes, but I
could hear. There was no talking in the room but there was a
great deal of activity.  I could hear drones moving about,
instruments being placed on trays, pins being inserted and
flesh being consumed by the Borg. After a long  amount of
time, I was lucid. My eyes were blurry, but things were
quickly coming back into focus.

       I felt sore all over, like I had been beaten.  I was
stiff and my muscles ached.  My head rested on the cushion,
comfortably, and I noticed I was once again, on the
assimilation table and not the surgical table.  I had no
idea how many hours I had been out, but it seemed to be a
great while.  Lots of the guys I had gotten to know were
either gone or on surgical tables in the room.  Luke was
missing.he wasn't on the assimilation tables or the surgical
tables.  I scanned the room but could find him nowhere.  It
was then that I noticed a familiar looking drone by one of
the many entrances to the chamber.

     It WAS Luke!  His deeply tanned skin was now a light
shade of gray/flesh with the glint of metal.  He stood there
completely naked, hands at his sides, staring into the
chamber at nothing in particular.  Luke had the familiar
tubes going in and out of his skin all over his body, but
there was something else.like the underwear had been bonded
with my skin, it looked like intricate patterns and patches
of lycra were fused with this skin.  Rings around his
wrists, ankles, waist, chest, and legs made him look more
like a bound leather slave than a Borg drone, but he was a
Borg drone.  No longer was his body the beautiful tan slim
build belonging to a swimmer - his muscles bulged much more
than they did the last time I saw him.

     By the time my eyes had focused enough to see what had
been Luke, the numbness in my entire body began to wear off.
I began to move around and stretch on the table.  For the
first time in many hours, I was able to look at my body to
see what had been done.  I lifted my head and immediately
saw why my right hand felt weird.my right hand had been
removed!

     The hand was gone..completely gone - missing just above
the wrist.  Attached to my wrist in place of my hand was a
large cylindrical device that protruded several inches - my
skin was wrapped around it and stapled to the surface.  The
implant ran along my radius and ulna in side my arm,
distorting the skin and muscles around it, from my wrist to
halfway up my forearm.  Three tubes protruded from my skin
along the device deformity, which then were implanted in my
chest, my armpit, and into my bicep.

      There was a large metal plate on my chest, on my left
pec.  It was somewhat triangular in shape and seemed to
compliment the shape of my pec.  There was what looked to be
a small display screen on it, as well as hundreds of
thousands of little circuits, screws, wires and weird things
that looked uniquely Borg.  From what I could see, there
were several tubes connected to the sides of the plate at
cylindrical ports.  Two of these tubes were connected to the
right side of the plate.  These two tubes ran towards my
right pec, through a thin metal block that covered most of
my sternum.  There were cylindrical ports on the plate for
the tubes to hook in to, then there were two tubes hooked to
the opposite side.  No, wait.  They were the same tubes that
simply were being held down by the plate.  The lower of the
two tubes dove into my skin near my right nipple.  It
distorted the skin around it and stretched out my nipple a
little.  The upper tube entered my skin about 2" from my
clavicle, burrowed underneath for a couple inches, then
birthed from my skin.  An inch from where it came out of my
skin again, there was another thin metal plate like the one
on my sternum.  It had three cylindrical ports on it which
three tubes ran through, including the one from the plate on
my left pec.

     The tube upper tube from my left pec passed through the
plate and descended into my armpit.  The other two tubes
passing through the plate were oddly placed.  One of them
wrapped around my shoulder, went through the plate, then was
implanted in the supple skin between my pec and my arm.  The
third tube was a weird one.  It seemed to start down my
right arm, was implanted near my elbow, traveled up my arm,
through the plate, then split into two tubes and wrapped
around my neck once, then disappeared down my back.  There
were metal retaining clamps keeping it in place as it made
its journey.

     My abs looked much as they did before surgery, with the
exception of a few more metal fragments and tracings
outlining my different muscles.  I scanned down my body,
following the trail of implants and found three new tubes
that were here now than before the surgery.  One of them was
implanted at the far side of my right hip, pointing
downwards.  It distorted the underwear, which had been sewn
into my skin, did a U turn near my navel, then descended
toward my crotch.  The other two new tubes, one of them was
implanted in my left side well above my hip.  It snaked down
my front, but winded several ways before it neared my
crotch.  The third tube was implanted very near my groin
area, but was very different.  This tube was somewhat clear
and had little capsules inside.  There was a rounded end cap
and a small square plate which it rested on, which was then
attached to my skin.

     On either side of my waist, there were two large
circular devices implanted firmly into my hip.  The left was
located in the middle of the underwear strips and was
directly below the end-capped tube.  The one on the left was
in the mirror position of the right one.  The skin around
them was very red and tender.  These circular devices looked
like connector ports for something, but I had no idea for
what exactly.

     The underwear that was cut into strips was a little bit
tighter and fused to my skin even more....like it was part
of my skin.  I looked at my crotch, only to find a very
tight weird looking cock-ring around my balls and the base
of my penis.  It was silver, very thick, and had blue lights
on it as well as controls and circuitry.  The three new
tubes in my abs were implanted just above my groin area in a
circular pattern.  Between these tubes were thin metal
strips, like foil.  My dick was fully erect, but it seemed
unchanged by the Borg (except for the lack of hair at the
base).

     I noticed a rather large bulge in my scrotum.  My
testicles had grown to about 4x their normal size.  There
were also red raised welts on my scrotum from a laser
scalpel.  The Borg had performed surgery on my balls....and
I wondered why.

     My butt felt strange, so I used my left hand to finger
my hole.  What I encountered was not normal - I felt a
strange shutter-like device and a large metal housing that
replaced my asshole.  The section of skin that led from my
ass crack to my crotch was studded with millions of little
needle heads.

     It was then that I noticed that I did not lie perfectly
flat on the table.  There was something on my left shoulder
blade.  I sat up and tried to reach it with my left hand,
but could only feel small parts of it.  It was a circular
piece of some sort with many tubes going out of it.  They
led into various parts of my back.  Along my spine, there
was a section of tubing and lots of metal fragments.

     I then noticed that my entire body seemed to be giving
off a silvery sheen.  It was just like my legs and arms.
Now, it was not just the parts with plating - it was
everywhere.  Every surface of my skin had these metal pins
implanted.  There were so many that it changed the color of
my skin to a light gray/metallic color.  Before I the Borg
had put me out, they had not inserted the pins into my abs,
but now they were covering every square inch of my abs and
chest.

     I brought my hands (relative term) up to my face to
inspect.  The cylindrical device looked like a giant
connector.  I picked at the skin around it, but it was
already healed as if it had grown back naturally.  There
were no scars.  My left hand was different. Besides actually
having a hand, the blue latex material was stretchy like a
second layer of skin, but contained million of metal pin-
heads.  I couldn't see my fingernails anymore, as they were
encased in the latex material.  The blue material ran all
the way up my arm and had pins in it just like my hand.

     I felt my head to see if anything had been done to it.
There were connectors on the left side of my face that felt
just like the ones on my left thigh.  They ran halfway down
my jaw and up to my temple.

     I had no more time to inspect what the drones had done
to me.  The drones were alerted to the fact that I was awake
and began to crowd around me in a circular fashion.  First
there were two, then four, then five and then six.  There
were two regular drones, but the rest were naked drones.
One of the drones, at my feet, was wearing a green Speedo.
His cock was pressed hard against the side....soft, but
huge.  He had a great tan and very glossy skin.  His
implants were very sparse, save for the ones in his head and
under the speedo, his feet, hands, and a few tubes in his
chest and abs.  All of the drones spoke at once, "
ASSIMILATION WILL NOW CONTINUE.  STAND UP."