NEW: The Best of All Worlds, 4/?, [NC-17] (TNG)

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TITLE: STTNG-The Best of All Worlds

AUTHOR: infini...@hotmail.com

CODES: Troi, mc, mf

PART: 4/?

Summary- Troi of Borg resumes her assimilation of the Enterprise during
"Brothers" and "Remember Me," expanding her collective into Engineering
and Sickbay

Disclaimer- Paramount and Viacom own Star Trek-The Next Generation and
all of its characters, but the story of Troi of Borg is mine!

If you like what you read and want me to write more, please e-mail me
at: infini...@hotmail.com Please tell me what you like, what you'd
like to see, and even any ideas for who Troi should seduce and how she
should do it! I'll be posting more as I go...

THE BEST OF ALL WORLDS, PART IV

Report of Drone Troi-A: We have recently picked up some... disturbing
news from Drone Shelby-A. For some reason, her attempts to assimilate a
human into the Borg collective failed. Drone Shelby-A has successfully
erased all memory of the attempted assimilation from the human's mind,
but the larger problem still exists: Drone Shelby-A cannot assimilate
other species into our collective. It is therefore necessary for this
drone to begin assimilation of the Enterprise in order to find a
solution to this problem. This drone does not have the technical
experience or knowledge to be any help. We must find someone who does.

Deanna Troi strode purposefully into engineering. Captain Picard was
sitting in Geordi's office, waiting for his crew to regain bridge
access. Data had just recently taken over the ship and had redirected
it to an unknown location, and no matter how hard the Enterprise's
engineers tried, they just couldn't break Data's incryption code. His
positronic brain had developed a code so complicated that it might take
weeks to decipher... and the Enterprise, and young Willie Potts, didn't
have weeks.
Troi approached Will Riker. In her past life, this man had been her
Imzadi, her beloved. She would never have done anything to hurt him.
Now, she just wanted him as her drone. The Will Riker she remembered
accentuated with Borg implants... the very idea sent sexual shivers down
her spine. "How's it going, Will?" she asked, her voice in control even
when her hormones weren't.
"We still can't get past Data's encryption code," Riker told her.
"Geordi has his engineers all over the ship trying to figure this out.
Hell, we even managed to get Barclay into a Jeffries tube."
Troi raised an eyebrow in amusement at this. "REGINALD Barclay? The
man who singlehandedly takes up a quarter of my counseling time?" In
the back of her mind, Troi remembered how anomored Barclay had been with
the Counselor. He had even created a holodeck character in her image...
a very sensual character. Troi remembered how violated she had felt
when she saw the so-called "Goddess of Empathy." Now she wondered if
she could use it to her advantage. "I wonder how he's doing."
"He hasn't called in for the last ten minutes," Riker replied with a
smile. "I would guess everything is fine."
Troi nodded. "Still, I think I'd better check up on him. What's his
location?"
Riker quickly checked the duty assignment PADD. "Level four, section
seven," he replied. Then he added more seriously, "You know, Deanna, I
was only kidding about having to convince Barclay to get into a Jeffries
tube. He actually volunteered, and we haven't heard a complaint from
him since."
Troi smiled slightly. "Well, as they say, an ounce of prevention is
worth a pound of cure," she responded. "If I nip any potential problems
in the bud now, perhaps he won't need so much of my time later on."
"Makes sense," Riker said with a laugh. "Good luck."
"Luck is irrelevent," Troi thought to herself as she exited
engineering.
*********
Lieutenant Reginald Barclay was a man with a vivid imagination. He
could develop the most intensely detailed holo-program from scratch,
while at the same time solve a problem in the Enterprise's computer that
stumped even Geordi LaForge. The one thing Barclay lacked, however, was
confidence. He was small, confused, indecisive. He was, basically, the
perfect example of humanity, and the Borg could give him everything he
lacked. And as Counselor Deanna Troi crawled through the Jeffries tube
to Barclay's position, she felt herself becoming very excited... and
very wet. She could have easily satisfied herself now, as she had so
often in the past two months, but she decided to wait. A new Borg drone
could give her all of the pleasure she needed... and it would help the
Borg assimilate the Federation.
"Hello, Mr. Barclay," she announced when she finally spotted him. Her
voice was low, sultry, seductive, but Barclay seemed more startled than
anything. He only relaxed somewhat when he saw who it was.
"Oh, h-hello, Counselor," he stammered, dropping the engineering tool
that he had been holding. "What are you d-doing here?"
"I heard from Commander Riker that you were working down here in the
Jeffries tubes, and I just wanted to make sure that your claustrophobia
wasn't acting up," Troi told him with a smile.
"Oh, I-I'm fine, Counselor," Barclay replied. "I'm just having
p-problems accessing the computers on the bridge. Data's encryption
code worked pretty well."
Troi moved in closer to examine the interface Barclay had been working
at. While her expression denoted curiousity, the Borg inside her
thought, "Weaklings. I could break that code in a nanosecond." Aloud,
she murmured, "I could never begin to understand all of this machinery."
Barclay nodded silently, not sure what to say. After all, her
movements had brought her right next to him. He could feel her warmth,
smell her perfume... and then he caught himself. The Counselor was
half-Betazoid, and probably already picking up his feelings. And
besdies, she had made it clear to him in the past that she wasn't
interested... not to mention that he had a job to complete. "Um, if
you'll excuse me, Counselor?"
If Troi heard his response, she didn't react. She just looked at
Barclay and continued. "Everything you must have up in your head.
Every minute detail of every engineering schematic. Everything you must
know. I'm willing to bet that there isn't anything you couldn't fix if
you put your mind to it."
"W-well, I wouldn't say that," Barclay responded. "B-but, I do have to
fix THIS, so if you wouldn't...."
Barclay didn't even have a chance to finish before Troi pushed up
further against him and kissed him with more passion that Barclay had
ever been kissed before. His mind exploded with surprise, shock,
enjoyment, satisfaction. Finally, Troi broke the kiss. "I've always
found that I've been more attracted to the man with the larger brain
than with the larger dick," she told him, rubbing his crotch. "However,
in your case, you seem to win on both accounts."
"C-Counselor!" Barclay managed to get out before Troi kissed him
again...although this time she pushed him down to the floor of the
Jeffries tube and lay on top of him. She spread her legs around his
waist and began gyrating herself against him, which eventually convinced
Barclay to stop fighting her.
"I want you, Reg," Deanna whispered hotly into his ear. She reached
down with her hand and tore open his uniform by his waist. Grabbing
onto Barclay's hard member, she brought herself down on him again... and
Barclay discovered that the Counselor was not wearing underwear. He
felt himself easily slip into her wet pussy.
Troi rode the shy, unconfident engineer hard until he came inside her,
filling her with his hot cum. And his cum mixed with her juices as it
flowed back out of her and over his cock... and a minute later, Barclay
discovered the dangers of unprotected sex in the twenty-fourth century.
"WE ARE BORG," Barclay announced. The stammer, the uncertainty was
gone. Lieutenant Barclay no longer existed... a Borg drone had taken
his place.
Troi nodded, a smile of sexual satisfaction on her face. She was still
feelings the effects of the orgasm Barclay had brought her too, and
every few seconds, a shiver went through her body. "Then," she said,
allowing her body to catch its breath on its own without help from the
Borg implants, "you know of our problem. Something is wrong with the
nanoprobes. I want you to fix them. However, do not draw attention to
yourself. Continue to work here as you were before. Your personality
program will activate in just a few seconds." She looked down at his
crotch, and noticed just what her passion had done: a huge hole in the
engineer's uniform displayed his private parts for everyone to see.
"And find someway to cover that hole," Troi ordered.
Barclay immediately complied, or at least, the Borg nanoprobes in his
system did. They extended from Barclay's skin and attached themselves
to his torn uniform... and seconds later, the hole was gone. Barclay's
Borg implants had concealed it.
"Nice to see your imagination is still intact," Troi purred, and then
an idea hit her. She quickly removed her uniform, revealing every
section of her skin, from her perfectly rounded breasts to her recently
fucked pussy. And then, she sent an order to the Borg nanoprobes in her
own body... and they began working immediately. Deanna felt them
crawling all over her skin, covering her, bonding with her in a way that
she had only experienced that time on the holodeck. And when they were
done, Counselor Troi of Borg was wearing her uniform yet again, although
this uniform was made completely of Borg nanoprobes. "I like it," Troi
noted. "Good work, Mr. Barclay."
"An-anything for you, mistress," Barclay replied. His personality
program had come on-line while Troi was dressing.
"You will contact me as soon as you learn anything about our problem,"
Troi told him. She gathered up her discarded uniform and began to crawl
out of the Jeffries tube. "And Mr. Barclay... welcome to the
Collective."
********
Report of Drone Troi-A: Drone Barclay-A has so far made no progress in
finding a solution to our identified problem: something is wrong with
the Borg nanoprobes. We have, therefore, decided to expand the
Collective into other areas. Over the last week, we have made inroads
into the medical department on the Enterprise. During our counseling
sessions with them, we have assimilated Nurses Ogawa and Hanson. We had
no idea before now that Ogawa had had such an active sex life. We are
enjoying reliving each of her memories with men of all races, although
we are pleased to say that we were her first woman. Tonight, we hope to
gain greater access to the ship's sickbay, and assimilate Doctor Crusher
into the Borg Collective.
"Nurse Ogawa gave me your message, Deanna," Beverly said as she stepped
into Troi's quarters. "You wanted to see me?"
Troi nodded, feeling very pleased. The recently assimilated Ogawa had
done well, considering that Troi had sent her the message through their
Borg links. She would have to thank the nurse properly later on. "I
thought you might like to join me for dinner," Troi said. "You've been
spending a lot of time in sickbay ever since you returned."
"A lot of time thinking," Doctor Crusher told her. "About everyone
leaving, about being alone."
Troi smiled sympathetically. "We are never truly alone, Beverly."
What Crusher didn't know, was that Troi meant that in another way: the
Borg were never truly alone. "Sit down, talk to me about it."
Crusher did so. "It was really strange... talk about being in your own
little world! I remember coming to you to see if I was insane. And
then I lost Wesley, and then Jean-Luc...."
Deep inside Troi, a similar feeling of loss flickered. The collective
had lost Locutus as well, but that was a situation Deanna hoped to fix
one of these days. Right now, her attentions were on the CMO... her
best friend. "You look very tense, Beverly. Would you like a massage?"
Troi asked. The perfect opportunity.
Crusher nodded and turned so that her back was to Deanna and closed her
eyes. She felt Troi's hands gently rubbing her shoulders, brushing her
long red hair out of the way. What she didn't notice, however, was the
injection tubules that were growing out of Troi's wrist... and in a few
seconds, it would be too late.
"Picard to Crusher."
Crusher tapped her comm. badge, and Troi quickly retracted the tubules
before they were seen. "Crusher here," Beverly said. What can I do for
you, sir?"
"I'd like to talk to you, Doctor. Can you come to my quarters?"
"Actually, Captain, I...." Beverly looked at Deanna, who gave her a
smile and a nod, "I'll be right there. Crusher out." She turned back
to the Counselor. "I guess I'll have to take a rain check."
"I guess so," Deanna agreed sweetly. "If you ever need to talk, I'll
be here."
"Thanks," Beverly said, touching her arm. The mere touch sent warmth
and electricity all over Troi's body. Then Crusher left, and Troi was
alone... and unsatisfied.
Standing quickly, she marched out of her quarters and headed towards
sickbay. Nurse Ogawa would be on duty, but so would Doctor Selar. But
Troi needed to do something to satisfy these desires, and she knew she'd
find it in sickbay.
"Where is Dr. Selar?" she asked Ogawa through the Borg links.
"SELAR IS IN HER OFFICE," Ogawa's metallic reply came. To communicate
through the Borg links, it was necessary to turn off the receiver's
personality program. Ogawa would remain as still and upright as any
Borg drone until Troi released her.
Troi's attention was drawn to the one biobed being occupied in sickbay.
A young Ensign, Ensign Franklin, was laying there, and through Ogawa's
memory programs, Troi learned that he had broken his leg during a
holodeck exercise. She turned to Ogawa and projected, "I want you to
connect into the medical scanners on Franklin and mimic his scans. Dr.
Selar must not know what is occuring."
Ogawa did not respond verbally or with a nod, but metallic implants on
her hand surfaced and she pressed the hand to the medical scanner. Troi
smiled. After losing Beverly, she was in particularly nasty mood. She
focussed her thoughts on Franklin, and the Borg implants helped her make
contact.
"Hello, Jeff," she said in his head. "How are you feeling?"
Slowly, Franklin's eyes opened. "Fine," he thought back. "Am I
dreaming?"
"Yes," Troi thought as she brought her hand up to Franklin's neck. The
injection tubules were ready already, and Selar was nowhere in sight.
"This is all just a dream." And with that, she jabbed the tubules into
his neck.
Franklin flinched a bit and his eyes became unfocussed, and Troi knew
that Borg probes were coursing through him, assimilating his blood
cells, and then all of the rest. She could feel him entering her little
collective on the Enterprise... and a minute later, Troi of Borg had
another drone to control. She activated Franklin's protocals and
instructed Nurse Ogawa to disconnect from the scanner. Ogawa did so,
and her personality program was reactivated. Neither Franklin nor Ogawa
asked where Troi had come from... they already knew.
Troi turned her head in the direction of Selar's office and
contemplated assimilating the Vulcan as well when another nurse entered
sickbay, one who was not Borg. Troi knew Doctor Selar would have to
wait.
Later that night, as she lay in bed, Troi connected with Ensign
Franklin in sickbay. She then connected with Nurse Ogawa in her
quarters. Through the Borg link, Troi gave herself and Ogawa the
sensation of having Frankin inside them, and she gave Franklin the
feeling of having his dick in two pussies at once. They all came
together, and then Troi shut off her programming so she could
regenerate. She laid there in bed, arms at her side, legs completely
straight, eyes open and seeing nothing. The Borg implants that had
formed her uniform retracted into her body, leaving her completely
naked. But she did not move. She did not breathe, and so her large
breasts did not rise and fall. She did not blink once... her Borg
implants would keep her eyes moist. She didn't even dream or think.
She just laid in bed, completely still and straight... like a robot,
until morning when her personality program would re-activate and she
would become Deanna Troi again.

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