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Rated: NC-17. Contains coarse language and explicit lesbian themes.
Summary: Seven of Nine discovers the REAL reason why Janeway doesn't have
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Star Trek - Voyager: Why Janeway Doesn't Have Sex (or 'The Seven Solution')
`Captain's log, supplementary. I can't understand a word that Lieutenant
Torres is saying ...'
"The key," babbled B'Elanna, "is to disrupt the molecular coherence of the
energy field by directing an inverse polarity beam of negatively charged
particles at the EXACT frequency at which the field resonates! Of course,
with a fluctuating resonance emitter of the type you're describing, it's a
bit more complicated."
"Naturally," said Janeway, nodding in apparent comprehension. She was
beginning to get an ache in her head as well as her crotch.
"In that case you need to crack the so-called `random' algorithm that keeps
the resonations in harmony. The best way to do this is by means of an
"Where do you want this, B'Elanna?" interrupted a lieutenant with curly red
hair. He was holding a small tinfoil packet.
"Just dump it straight in, Joe."
"Lieutenant Carey!" Janeway exclaimed. "I haven't seen you in ... four
years! Where have you been all this time?"
Carey glared at her. "Do the words `confined to your quarters for the
duration of the investigation' mean anything to you, Captain? Why didn't
someone tell me it was Seska?!" He stomped over to an enormous vat of
liquid metal, ripped the tinfoil packet across the top and dumped its
invisible contents inside. After a few seconds the liquid began to heave
and boil. Satisfied, Carey picked up a long metal spoon and used it to
stir the bubbling mass.
"Oh my God," whispered Janeway. "I'd forgotten all about that! I thought
Chakotay had him outside polishing the hull or something."
"No, that's Samantha Wildman. Look Captain, it would help if I had more
details. Where exactly IS this forcefield you're talking about?"
Janeway quickly changed the subject. "What was in that packet?"
"Construction nanobots," said B'Elanna. "Over 50 million of `em; there's no
stopping the buggers. OK, that's enough Joe!"
Lieutenant Carey stepped back, and the three of them watched as, from within
the vat of liquid titanium, rose yet another gleaming new shuttlecraft.
* * *
"You wished to see me, Captain?"
"Seven," said Janeway briskly. "I need your professional opinion on how to
deactivate a Level 20 fluctuating resonance forcefield which has no apparent
"In theory, such a field could be disrupted by using an inverse polarity beam
of negatively charged particles at the exact frequency__"
"Yes, yes, I know all that!" said the captain. "Unfortunately the field is
in close proximity to some ... important biomatter. I don't want to risk
"What type of biomatter?"
Janeway hesitated for a moment, then said: "Human."
"What are the dimensions of the forcefield?"
Janeway squirmed in her chair. "It's about the size of my ... pelvis."
"That is unusually small for a forcefield of the power you describe, Captain.
I am unaware of any species with the technological ability to construct such
"Never mind that!" snapped Janeway. "Suffice to say it exists! Now, what can
be done about it?"
"I am unable to answer that question without a thorough examination of the
"Great," muttered Janeway. She squeezed her thighs together in frustration.
`Damn that smug, arrogant, obnoxious, overbearing prick!'
"What about allowing someone ... something to pass through the field?"
"A modification to my Borg implants would achieve the desired result. Also a
hologram or other such photonic-based object would have little difficulty in
"I'M AWARE THAT A HOLO__" Janeway stopped and took a deep breath. "I know a
hologram can pass through a forcefield. What I'm talking about is allowing a
flesh and blood person to do so."
"I could inject the individual concerned with modified Borg nanoprobes.
The nanoprobes would alter their physiology enabling them to penetrate the
"I don't think Chakotay would enjoy being assimilated a second time,"
"Captain," said Seven, her ever-limited patience running out. "Where exactly
IS this forcefield?"
Janeway bit her lip. There was clearly no way out of this, not if she wanted
to get rid of the damn thing. "It's around my ... crotch."
Seven of Nine raised her ocular implant.
"Your ... crotch?"
"I see." The Borg tapped her combadge. "Seven of Nine to the Doctor__"
"Computer, belay that! Look Seven, I haven't gone nuts! I've got a Level 20
forcefield around my pelvic region and I need to know how to get rid of it!"
Seven gave the captain a skeptical look. Stretching out a hand, she jabbed a
finger in the general direction of Janeway's groin.
There was a loud phizzt! and the Borg's finger was stopped in place by an
Janeway put her hands on her hips. "See?"
"May I ask how you acquired this forcefield, Captain?"
Janeway's face turned red with anger. "Q! He said that if he couldn't mate
with me, then Chako_ ... then no-one else would be able to either!" Seven's
sex-starved superior leapt to her feet and began pacing her quarters. "The
damn thing won't even allow me to masturbate! I thought Michael Sullivan
would be able to solve things, but like an idiot I denied myself access to
his personal algorithms, so he'll only use nineteenth century sexual
techniques! Do you realise how boring eighteen months of the missionary
"I have not attempted copulation for that long a time, Captain."
"I was being rhetorical Seven; don't be such a smartarse!"
"Let me understand the parameters of the problem. An omnipotent being from
the Q Continuum has placed a forcefield around your groin."
"A Level 20 fluctuating resonance barrier with no apparent power source."
"And you wish me disable it."
"So you can have intimate relations with Commander Chakotay."
"YES! ... NO! I mean ... that's none of your business! Can you help me or
The Borg sighed. "I will need to conduct a close inspection of the field.
You should cross-index my fifth and sixth nodules in order to convert my
"Yes yes Seven, I haven't forgotten." The captain used a microfilament from
her combadge to do so.
"You should also remove your clothes and lie down on your back with your legs
spread so that I can gain access to the affected region. I believe," the Borg
added innocently, "that is referred to as `the missionary position'."
Janeway glared at Seven, put her hands on her hips, and yanked down her
trousers. Her underwear followed and she lay back on the bed, parting her
thighs to expose a lush tangle of reddish-brown pubic hair to the Borg's
Janeway stared at the ceiling. Seven stared at Janeway's crotch.
"Seven," asked Janeway, after several minutes had passed with nothing
happening. "What are you doing?"
"I am `perving', Captain. You have encouraged me to emulate human behaviour.
I believe perving is the appropriate behaviour in this circumstance."
"My apologies," said the Borg, sounding as unapologetic as usual. She pushed
her exoskeleton-covered left hand through the field, the penetration causing
a not unpleasant tingling throughout Janeway's pelvis. Further enjoyable
sensations followed as Seven's fingers probed the region between the
"I am finding it difficult to navigate through all this pubic hair," said
"Well how would you like not being able to shave for the past four and a half
"Would you like me to shave your crotch while I am in the area, Captain?"
"Ahh ... no ... thank you for offering."
"What, have you found something?"
"No. I was merely observing that your femoral pulse increased by 15% when I
made that last suggestion."
"My apologies, Captain." The Borg reached behind her and produced a foot-long
shaft of black shiny metal, tipped by a transparent, phallus-shaped head.
Seven flicked a switch and the device began to pulsate in a highly erotic
Janeway's eyes widened. "Seven, what is THAT?"
"A hand-held, Mark IV interplexing probe with an inbuilt harmonic resonance
scanner. It has been modified with Borg technology so it will be able to pass
through the field."
"Oh yes, of course ... I knew that." A sudden thought struck Janeway.
"Seven, where did you get that device? You didn't have it in your hands when
you arrived, and I don't see any pockets on that biosuit."
"Captain, you must have wondered why I always walk around like I've got
something stuck up my rear end."
"Well ... yes, actually. What about it?"
Seven raised her ocular implant.
Janeway blushed. "I see."
"Do not be concerned. The probe will be sterilised as it penetrates the
`I wish she wouldn't use - THAT - word!'
"So Seven, uhh, how's Naomi?" asked Janeway, trying not to think about the
throbbing tool the Borg was running over the surface of her long-deprived
"She misses her mother."
"Well, Voyager's hull doesn't stay shiny week after week by itself you know.
And . . um . . has Icheb completed that tutorial he was doing on Captain
"Yes Captain, he showed it to me this morning. Are you aware that James Kirk
had intimate relations more times than any other Starfleet captain? According
to his logs he copulated with over__"
"I don't want to know!" cried a desperate Janeway. "Tell me how you're
getting on with B'Elanna!"
"I believe our relationship is improving. Lieutenant Torres has expressed the
wish to have intimate relations herself."
"During a recent argument Torres roared "Fuck you Borg!" and threw numerous
objects at me. I believe that is typical of Klingon courtship rituals."
`I wish she wouldn't use that word either!' thought Janeway, unable to
suppress a moan as something smooth and velvety brushed along the inner lips
of her sex.
"Ohhhhhhh that's good ... I mean, that's good work Seven!"
"Mmmm mmm mmm."
"What are you using, the interplexing probe?"
"A manifold calibrator?"
"A quantum flux regulator, Mark III?"
"Mm-mm." Seven lifted her head slightly. "I am using my tongue."
Captain Janeway sat bolt upright. She reached down to pull the Borg's head
off her groin, but her hands just bounced off the forcefield. "OWW! Seven! I
don't see how you think you can disrupt a fluctuating resonance forcefield by
licking my ... my ... "
"I am attempting to stimulate the flow of vaginal fluids, Captain. I cannot
locate the power source of the forcefield - the possibility exists that it is
inside your body. Therefore the most efficient means of scanning for it would
be to insert the interplexing probe as deep inside you as possible."
"As lubricant will not pass through the forcefield, I am required to use your
body's own fluids."
"Ahh, well, uhm ... carry on then."
"Thank you Captain. It would help if you desisted from trying to wrap your
thighs around my head while I work." With a single, efficient movement of her
hand, Seven inserted the probe into Janeway's by now well-lubricated pussy.
"OH MY GOD!"
"I have not yet reached that level of perfection."
"OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" moaned Janeway, as Seven relentlessly slid the probe
up the full length of her cunt.
"I will now activate the harmonic resonance scanner. This will create a
strong vibrating sensation."
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The captain thrashed helplessly on the
bed as exquisite vibrations rippled throughout her body.
"I will now activate the interplexing beam. The emitter is currently near
your clitoris so it may prove rather stimulating."
"I will now place my lips on your mammary glands and suck them."
"OOOOO__wait a minute!" cried Janeway. It was difficult to maintain her
command presence with a foot of rigid hardness pulsating between her legs,
but she tried. "I know you regard me as your surrogate mother, but sucking
on my breasts is carrying the analogy too far!"
"You said you wished to have intimate relations," said Seven, as she adjusted
the frequency of the harmonic pulses.
"OH YES! OH GOD YES!"
"Is that an answer or a response to stimulation?"
"The forcefield is impossible to remove. Therefore, as Commander Chakotay
would not appreciate being turned into more of an expressionless drone than
he already is, it would be more efficient if I `cut out the middleman' and
stimulate you myself."
"S-S-Seven," Janeway stammered, feeling an overwhelming and unstoppable
orgasm swelling up within her body. "That-that's not really a M-M-Mark IV
interplexing p-probe, is-s it?"
Seven's lips curled up in a smirk. Clasping her fingers around the throbbing
device, the Borg switched it to maximum setting.
VGR PERSCOM NET
FR: CPTN JANEWAY
TO: CMDR CHAKOTAY
I'm so glad to hear that we've finally discovered the location of `Friendship
One'. Use Lieutenant Carey for the away mission will you? I'm sure he'll be
pleased to get out after all those years cooped up in his room. After all,
what could possibly go wrong?
Regarding our little ... problem. I have discussed the matter with both
Seven and B'Elanna, and they both agree that the forcefield is too difficult
to remove. It's probably just as well. A relationship between a captain and
her first officer could only lead to trouble.
By the way, I'm afraid I'll have to cancel our usual evening dinners for a
while. Seven and I are taking up ... piano lessons.