In May of 2374, the Federation starship USS Voyager returned to Earth after spending seven years in the Delta Quadrant. And with the return came an end.
That end was the end of Star Trek: Voyager - the third of the Next Generation era Star Trek series.
The cast had had their final party, made their farewells. Everybody was moving on to other projects - Kate Mulgrew had a bit part in a new Denzel Washington movie, and there were rumors that Robert Duncan McNeill and Roxanne Biggs-Dawson had actually become so attracted to each other on the show that they were going to start a relationship. Garrett Wang was going to take some time off, Tim Russ was headed back to Broadway, Robert Beltran had no idea what he was going to do, and Robert Picardo was going to be busy filming as the E.M.H. in Star Trek 10.
And Jeri Ryan? Well, she had just accepted a new role in the hit Fox series Boston Public - the role of lawyer-turned-teacher Ronnie Cooke. It was now late October, and she was on the set filming a mid-season episode. This particular episode was going to deal somehow with the vicious attacks on New York City a month and a half before.
So, there she was in the "classroom", waiting for a group of "students" to come in the door. For some reason, though, it was taking longer than she had thought it would.
Finally, the door clicked, and Ryan breathed in relief. It was about time. But when the group of actors walked in the door, rather than the "student"-style actors and actresses she was expecting, in walked four young men - all dressed like Borg.
"What the hell is this?" she asked. "Don't you guys have anything better to do with your time?"
"We are the Borg," they replied. "We must mate with Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct, Unimatrix Zero-One. Do not resist. Resistance is futile."
Jeri Ryan didn't know whether to be creeped out or scared to death by this group of four teenagers. They were obviously Trekkies, which meant that, after a fashion, they must be stalking her, but from their statement, they sounded like rapists. She picked up the phone on her desk that was supposed to connect to the studio, but she got no dial tone.
"All lines of communication have been cut. Resistance is futile."
"Don't come any closer!" shrieked Ryan, picking up a stapler. She threw it at one of the "Borg", who simply lifted his arm and swatted it aside.
"Intercourse with Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct, Unimatrix Zero-One is required. Do not resist. Resistance is futile."
Now, Jeri Ryan is not a woman to be messed with by anybody's standards. Don't let the 42DD breasts fool you - she's 5'10", and could probably kick your ass or mine in a heartbeat. However, she was facing down four nineteen year old football players from UCLA, all of them 6'2" or taller and 200 lbs. or more.
The one who grabbed her was a linebacker. He stood 6'8", towering ten inches over her, and outweighed her by over 150 lbs. He bodily lifted her from her feet and slammed her down on her desk. The second one moved in, and grabbed her skirt with some fake Borg gripping device, and ripped it from her body in one stroke. The third ripped her blouse from her body, exposing her bra-less breasts. The fourth removed his "Borg crotch-plate" and unzipped the jeans he was wearing underneath, allowing a ten inch cock to spring free. He approached Jeri Ryan.
She knew exactly what she wanted, too. "No!" she screamed, turning her head away violently.
The fourth "Borg" grabbed her by her hair, viciously pulled her head back around, and forced his cock into her open, screaming mouth. "Fellatio will be performed," he said harshly. "Resistance is futile!"
Well, at this point, Jeri Ryan had a choice. She could resist, which they said was futile, and they would probably fuck her up pretty good - in fact, that looked a lot like a MAC-10 protruding from one of the fake Borg attachments on that second "Borg's" arm. Her other choice was that she could go along with them, and quite honestly, probably experience some really good sex in the process. Well, to her, the choice was clear. So, she sucked the ten inch cock further into her mouth, and began to really go to work.
The "Borg" who had ripped her blouse off began sucking on her massive tits. They had always been a sense of pride and personal joy for her - tits each the size of a large cantaloupe, and completely natural. Now, as the young football player sucked on her nipples, she felt electric shocks of pleasure course from her tits all the way down through her clit.
Speaking of her clit, the "Borg" who had removed her skirt had bent down to her pussy, and was sucking on her clit. Now the waves of pleasure were going back the other way, and as they increased, she began sucking harder and harder on the fourth "Borg's" dick. All this time, though, the first one, the one who had slammed her down on the table, was just standing off in the corner, watching.