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Resistance Is Futile By 6 of 9 Ensign Graves awoke to find himself strapped to a table. He was restrained with metal clamps on both his wrists and ankles. He struggled to free himself but to no avail. He was sprawled helpless on this thing and he didn't see a way out of it. His last memory was standing on the bridge of his assigned starship, the Sojourner. His crew had encountered a Borg cube on their shakedown cruise and had been dodging it for a few hours. They never detected the dozen or so drones that had transported over. The Borg quickly started seizing computer control so the crew could not call for help or even navigate successfully. He and his crew had merely thought their systems had been malfunctioning, it was a shakedown cruise after all. They were mistaken. By the time the bridge realized what happened, half the crew of Sojourner had been assimilated. His last vision was a Borg drone breaking onto the bridge and injecting the nearby Chief of Security with nanoprobes. He watched as his friend's face twitched and contorted with the introduction of the Borg technology into his bloodstream. Then all went black. He knew he was inside the Borg cube, he had seen enough holodeck simulations in his training. However he couldn't understand why the Borg hadn't assimilated him. His eyes searched the room around him for some sort of escape, maybe he could get to his phaser still on his belt and melt the clamps that were holding him down. He began to writhe in order to knock it off it's holster. "Resistance is futile." a voice echoed. He could tell that the chamber he was in was far deeper beneath him then he had previously thought. "What are you going to do with me?" he cried out. "We are the Borg. We will add your biological distinctiveness to our own." "Just my biological?" he thought to himself. The usual Borg hail included "and technological." "We have received your technological data from your other crew members and your starship's computer. We have assimilated it." "Am I the last of my crew? Why haven't you assimilated me as well?" "You are the last. We want you for a specific purpose." The echoing voice started to become singular. Ensign Graves heard a distinctively masculine tambour speaking now. "What purpose is that?" Graves asked. "It has been our agenda to acquire the knowledge of sexuality from each species we assimilate. You were the youngest of your crew and therefore the most virile. We wish to add your human sexuality techniques to the others we have assimilated and hence add to our own perfection." Ensign Graves heard a noise coming from above him. He looked up and saw what appeared to be a Borg drone lowering down on some sort of pulley system. He lowered himself down until he hovered right above Graves and then rotated so that he was facing the ensign horizontally just a foot above him. His cold Borg eyes staring right into him. He didn't look like other drones. He had a lot more biological tissue so that most of his torso was still visible. He had exoplated arms and legs and there were the usual tubes and implants protruding from his skull. He was somehow attached to several cables that came out of his back and went up past the light so Graves couldn't discern where they originated. "You are beautiful for a flawed species." he said. "Your musculature is efficient for the task before us." He wasn't wrong. Ensign Graves was a good 6'2" and almost 200 lb. of solid muscle. He aspired to be Chief of Security and kept himself in excellent condition. He was considered very handsome by most of the crew and had sampled the women of several species on board. The drone placed a cold metallic hand on Graves' face and swept away the bit of black hair that was covering his perfectly blue eyes. "You've made a mistake," Graves found the courage to say, "You should've captured a female." "We are Borg. We do not make mistakes. Gender is irrelevant. It is not procreation we are assimilating...but pleasure." This last part was said as almost a whisper. Ensign Graves couldn't help it but his cock stirred a little. "Who are you?" he asked. "There is no me there is only us!" The drone boomed. "If you are asking my designation then I am 1 of 5 sexual adjunct to unimatrix 439." "Sexual adjunct? There's no data to support there ever being a sexual drone discovered before." "You think your small singular mind could fathom us?" One of Five demanded. "We think and act in ways you cannot begin to grasp." Something else stuck in Ensign Graves' mind. "One of five? There are others like you?" Suddenly he heard steps coming towards them. He strained to look to his right and saw four other drones almost completely identical to the one just above him. "Shall we begin?" One of Five asked with a slightly cruel smile. One of Five swung upwards on his cable system and pulled himself down to set foot on the floor beside Ensign Graves. Another drone approached brandishing a blade that was grafted onto its hand like an extra finger. Ensign Graves feared for his life as the drone place the weapon at his collar bone right beneath his chin. With one quick swipe the drone had completely slashed his Star Fleet uniform directly down the center. The other drones pulled the tattered fabric away leaving graves completely nude and vulnerable. "Most beautiful." One of Five said. The other drones surrounded him and began running their tongues over his body. He had a drone sucking and biting each nipple and another had positioned itself between his legs. He felt the clamps on his ankles being released. He struggled vainly for a moment but the drone succeeded in hoisting his legs up to his chest. The remaining drone was helping this one subdue him. They started devouring his genitals, their tongues were furious with intent. One drone completely sucked his cock into its mouth and the other licked and sucked his asshole. Despite the hardened exterior they displayed they were quite good lovers, rough to start but tender once they fell into a natural rhythm. The drones on his nipples had started to explore the rest of his skin and their mouths were relentless. The two servicing him orally were doing everything they could to pleasure him like no other had before. They greedily fought over who sucked his cock and when one would prevail the other would settle in on his balls and ass until it got another chance to try for his cock again. One of Five had been standing beside him this whole time regarding his face like he were a test subject. He leaned over and firmly placed his lips on those of ensign Graves. The drone injected his tongue into Graves' mouth and found his waiting there. They swirled and circled each other like two bodies enraptured in dance. Ensign Graves was in amazing ecstasy. Five drones were servicing him and doing things to him he had never felt before. His cock extended to its full erect state and it was welcomed hungrily by the drone sucking it. He knew he wouldn't last very long if this kept up. Almost as if his thoughts had been read, all the drones pulled off of him. His legs came down to rest on the cold table again. He felt the table being lowered closer to the floor. Three of the drones walked quickly and quietly away while One of Five and another remained. "Now you must pleasure the collective." One of Five said. The table was low enough now that One of Five could straddle it. He placed himself directly above Ensign Graves' chest so that for the first time Graves saw that he was indeed a male drone. A large fleshy penis swelled before him and at the tip the skin had pulled away to reveal a smooth metal tip. One of Five thrust his pelvis forward and his metal tipped cock parted Ensign Graves' lips in one movement. Graves tried to take it all and breathe at the same time. It must've been ten inches or so. While he did his best to take One of Five's massive probe, he felt the other drone start to ease its ass onto his own hard cock. The initial feeling was like sliding into a steel ring but once inside he could feel the tight, warm softness of the drone's interior. They both seemed to be pumping at the same hypnotic rate. He felt wave after wave of pleasure sweep his body. One of Five pulled out of Ensign Graves' mouth and bent down until he was within inches of his face. He placed his metal gloved hands on either side and whispered, "Do not climax yet our beautiful, flawed love. We need you one last time." The other drone stood upright, pulling itself off Ensign Graves' cock. The table once again moved but upwards this time. One of Five had reconnected himself to his cabled pulley system and now brought himself over Ensign Graves again. He placed a hand on each of Ensign Graves legs and pushed them up towards his chest. Positioning himself at the young ensign's hole, he drove forward and impaled the young man on his cock. Ensign Graves cried out in pain but soon he felt it subsiding as his ass adjusted to the Borg's stiff probe. "You have adapted." One of Five announced. The clamps holding down Graves' wrists clicked open and One of Five placed his own hands underneath the ensign's back They were hoisted up by the cables while One of Five repeatedly thrust himself over and over into ensign Graves' ass. Ensign Graves wrapped his limbs around One of Five and felt the most exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain imaginable. His hands explored the drone's torso. What appeared to be flawless muscle felt more like skin pulled over metal plating. It was erotic and sensual to the touch. One of Five took a hand away and placed something on Ensign Graves' neck right behind his left ear. It was a neurotransmitter. He was now linked with the collective. He could hear One's voice in his head. "Yes our beautiful one. Climax with us." The floor was gone, there was no reality. Ensign Graves looked around and saw that he and One of Five were dangling in the midst of a massive Borg chamber. Thousands of drones stood in their alcoves. He heard all of them speak to him. "Give us your climax. You must comply our beautiful one." Ensign Graves leaned upward and kissed One of Five passionately as the drone drove his probe upwards once more. The young ensign came with a voracity like he had never experienced. He cried out in the ultimate expression of pleasure. Around him, every Borg cried out as well. Their pleasure was one. He could here the voices of millions in his head all climaxing together. When his pleasure had subsided, One of Five placed him back down on the ground that had been so far below them. Graves stood naked and drenched with sweat and barely could think or feel. He was exhausted. "What will you do to me now?" he asked One of Five as the drone set down on the floor before him. "You will be assimilated." One of Five answered officiously. "I thought you'd say that. Might I make a suggestion?" he asked. "One mind cannot make a suggestion to us. We are Borg." "This suggestion would prove to be most efficient." Ensign Graves knew he was taking a chance with this. After a long pause the drone looked at him and answered, "We are listening." The young tactical officer awoke to find himself strapped to a table. He remembered only that his ship had been attacked by Borg and that he thought he would soon be assimilated. He looked up to see a Borg drone lowering himself on a system of cables and pulleys. The body of Ensign Graves was hanging directly above the young officer. It spoke, "My designation is 6 of 6 sexual adjunct to unimatrix 439. Resistance is futile."