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Crossroads Facility
Prologue
It starts, as so many wonderful things do, with a bed. Lying on top of it is a woman, stripped to the skin and manacled in a spread-eagle pose. She is muscular, yet still curved where nature prefers, with deep green eyes and hair as red as the sunset. Her expression is one of defiance as she looks up at the only other occupant in the room. “What do you want, Seven?” she asked with contempt.
Seven of Nine was also bare, standing over her with a look of clinical examination. She was blond with blue eyes, one of which was surrounded by a strange metallic device. Similar devices marked her otherwise perfect skin across her voluptuous body. “Mara Jade,” she said in a strong, even tone. “We have determined that you will be an ideal subject in our examination of the human conditioning of tickling. You will comply.”
Mara growled up at her. “You don’t scare me.”
“Scaring is irrelevant,” Seven said as she climbed onto the bed and straddled Mara. “We are interested only in your physiological response.”
Mara sneered. “Do your worst.”
Seven held her hands out like claws over Mara’s armpits, and Mara stiffened in anticipation. “Tickling will now commence.” She dropped her fingers onto Mara’s armpits, and immediately the redhead burst into laughter. Seven wriggled her fingers about and Mara shook her head. “Initial prognosis correct. Subject is highly ticklish.”
“Stop It!” Mara pleaded as Seven’s fingers continued prodding all throughout her armpits. The Borg was absolutely merciless, scratching at the sensitive skin until Mara was practically hiccupping with laughter. “Nonononono!” Seven shifted into long strokes, starting at Mara’s bicep and running through her armpits down to her shoulder blades, wriggling just enough so that Mara was screaming. “Don’t! Hahahaha!!!”
“Your pleas are irrelevant,” Seven informed her, stroking again while Mara laughed.
“NO MORE!” Mara cried. “NOT THERE! PLEASE!” She let out a scream as Seven quickly dug her fingers into her ribcage.
“Tickle subject continues to demonstrate vulnerability,” Seven commented.
“Get off!” Mara shouted before laughter overwhelmed her. Seven was meticulous, moving up and down her ribcage rib by rib until Mara’s face was red with laughter. “WAHAHAHAHA! STOP!!” After a while, Seven settled on the lower ribs, no doubt deducing they were the most ticklish. She began digging her nails in, causing Mara to jump every time. “OH GOD! OH GOD! NOOOO-HOHOHOHO!!!” Tears stained her crimson face now and her eyes were screwed shut, and yet Seven didn’t waver in the slightest. The tickling remained as cruel and unemotional as it had from the beginning, despite how obvious it was Mara had been pushed past her limit. “I CAN’T STAND ANY MORE!” she cried. “PLEASE STOP! PLEEAAASSSEEE!!!” Her cries descended into more laughter.
Seven relented, and Mara was permitted a chance to catch her breath. “You are proving a most useful specimen, Mara Jade,” Seven commented. “You are clearly a highly-ticklish individual.” Mara growled at her. “I will ensure my superiors are made aware of your tickle-attributes, so that we can properly examine this phenomenon.” She turned around and straddled Mara the other way.
“What are you doing?” Mara demanded.
“If you need to be aware of something, I will inform you, otherwise be silent. It should be sufficient to know that your session is continuing, I am merely determining an optimal convenient target. Given your ticklish nature, there are so many possibilities... but I believe I will begin here.” Seven dug her fingers into Mara’s hips. Mara squealed and struggled as Seven seemed to feel about, searching. Finally there was a gasp from the helpless woman as Seven found the spot, and Mara roared with laughter. Seven carefully kneaded the spots on both hips while Mara writhed. “Yes, I thought so,” Seven mused aloud.
“Stop i-hehehe-t,” Mara said, too tired to even get air into her lungs, it just sort of slipped out with her laughter while Seven tickled away.
“Your repeated requests for premature termination are irrelevant,” Seven informed her, shifting her hands up to squeeze Mara’s flanks. “I will tickle you for the chosen duration; your protests change nothing.”
“Please, Seven,” Mara pleaded. “I’m too ticklish... I admit it... hahahaha! I’m a ticklish girl, okay?” She shook with laughter. “I can’t take any more!”
“I do not believe that is an accurate assessment,” Seven said, and her hands flew over Mara’s midsection. Mara shook her head back and forth with laughter. “Based on my extrapolations, I believe I could maintain this degree of tickling for eight hours plus or minus twenty minutes before you would succumb to physical side effects.” Mara screamed for mercy, but the Borg offered none, just more tickling.
After another ten minutes of torment, Seven gave Mara another breather. “I believe this session is proving a most valuable source of data,” she commented. After a minute or so Seven laid a finger between Mara’s legs. “The tickle subject has demonstrated undeniable sexual arousal. Beginning initiation of secondary tickle protocol.”
Mara moaned as Seven slowly rubbed, but it soon was punctuated by laughter as Seven’s other hand began squeezing her inner thighs. Seven went about her work like a Borg, with one hand stroking with a scientifically calculated regular frequency, and the other with a perfectly honed random generator to keep Mara off balance. Mara was letting out equal parts screams and groans as Seven’s hands danced over her inner thighs, squeezed her knees, dug in on her hips, or teased around her pubic area. Soon her moans became louder, and Seven’s tickling hand moved even more rapidly, but Mara’s face showed only pure ecstasy. “More,” she gasped. “By the Sith, tickle me and never stop!”
“Tickle subject is clearly indicating advanced stages of arousal.” Seven rubbed more rapidly and Mara arched her back, squealing with pleasure until she flopped down on the bed, panting in the wake of orgasm. “Climax achieved,” Seven said. She turned back around and faced Mara. “Do you wish to offer any comments on your experience?”
Mara laid back, panting heavily. “Oh God.... that was incredible.” She swallowed and took another breath. “Oh, I love you, Seven.”
Seven reached up to the shackles on Mara’s wrists. “I have similar affection for you as well,” she said in her even Borg tones.
“More,” Mara said. “C’mon. I’m already tied up.”
“No,” Seven said. “This has left me in a heightened state of arousal; I require sexual release.”
“Well, just do what I showed you.”
“I have,” Seven said. “And I have found such manipulation agreeable. However, it is a poor substitute; your touch is far more pleasurable. If you love me as you claim you do, then I ask that you provide it.”
“Your sweet-talking can use some improvement,” Mara said. “But okay, just leave the shackles on.” She explained, and Seven instead slid forward until she felt Mara’s lips on her womanhood. She closed her eyes and leaned back, breathing deeply, then began kneading her own breasts. A moan slipped out, then another, until finally she found release. “There,” Mara said as Seven slid off. “Was that good?”
“It was... wonderful,” Seven said, lying back on the bed next to Mara. “I remain in awe of the human body’s ability to present pleasure in its myriad ways.”
“I’m glad I could help, sweetie,” Mara said, doing her best to nuzzle up to Seven in her current position. “But there’s still the matter of me, you know?” she said with a grin.
“You will be silent, tickle subject Mara Jade,” Seven said sternly. “Your experiment will commence at the appropriate time, and it will be thorough and without mercy.”
“You don’t frighten me,” Mara said, trying very hard to keep the smile off her face. “I can cope with your experiments!”
“Coping is irrelevant. You will be tickled. Resistance is futile.”
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The video ended, and the board members turned to Ms. Sharon Danoob. “That’s it?” Mr. Clayton asked.
“It’s a promising start,” Sharon said.
“A promising start? We gave thirty-two billion dollars to fund this project, you come back with interdimensional lesbians?” He shook his head. “I am impressed... it is the single largest pornographic expenditure in world history.”
“It was not done for titillation, I assure you,” Sharon said. “Crossroads Facility will eventually provide you with wealth and power beyond your wildest dreams, ladies and gentlemen, but it will not happen overnight.”
“And it won’t happen if you spend your time grabbing ladies to play This Little Piggie with each other.”
Sharon shook her head. “I don’t think you realize what we have here, Mr. Clayton.” She pulled out a remote and activated it; a hologram of the redhead appeared. “Mara Jade, aka The Emperor’s Hand. Trained as a shadow assassin, she possesses limited precognitive abilities that serve as a kind of ‘danger sense.’ She is quick, adaptive, and deadly.” She hit the button, and the blond appeared. “Seven of Nine, aka Annika Hansen. Former Borg removed from the Collective, now operating as an independent individual. Cybernetically-enhanced, she possesses superhuman strength, reflexes, and intelligence.” The hologram vanished. “Imagine, Mr. Clayton, what kind of an asset these two could be.”
“Yes,” Mr. Clayton said. “And that would be interesting if they were doing more than frolicking around naked.”
Sharon shook her head. “Both are fiercely independent,” she explained. “Mara, because she is accustomed to autonomy; Seven, because of her former slave existence as a drone. There is no way you can persuade or threaten them into working for us.” She smiled. “But they can be coerced. Because there is one thing they both fear to lose.”
“And what’s that?” Mr. Clayton asked impatiently.
Sharon grinned. “Each other.” She pulled out the remote. “That’s why this is the breakthrough, Mr. Clayton. Because they will work for us voluntarily if it means they can remain together. And this is only the beginning.” A new woman appeared, tall and muscular, but very buxom, with a long braided ponytail. "Professor Lara Croft. Survivalist, acrobatics, strong deductive reasoning skills. She's skilled in just about any weapon you can put in her hand, and can function in practically any environment you can imagine." She vanished, and a blond with a short haircut, dressed in a gray military uniform of some kind, appeared. "Lt. Kara Thrace, aka Starbuck. Top-notch fighter pilot and highly skilled sniper. Her creative problem solving approach has led to victory in spite of heavy disadvantages in both infantry and starship combat." The hologram vanished. “These two are already being prepped as well, and in time the number will grow. And with a force like this, no one will be able to resist. Believe me, ladies and gentlemen, everything I’ve promised you will come true.”
Mr. Clayton considered this. “How does this program of yours work, Ms. Danoob?”
Sharon gave him a single nod of acknowledgment. “Excellent question. Let me show you.”
Prologue
It starts, as so many wonderful things do, with a bed. Lying on top of it is a woman, stripped to the skin and manacled in a spread-eagle pose. She is muscular, yet still curved where nature prefers, with deep green eyes and hair as red as the sunset. Her expression is one of defiance as she looks up at the only other occupant in the room. “What do you want, Seven?” she asked with contempt.
Seven of Nine was also bare, standing over her with a look of clinical examination. She was blond with blue eyes, one of which was surrounded by a strange metallic device. Similar devices marked her otherwise perfect skin across her voluptuous body. “Mara Jade,” she said in a strong, even tone. “We have determined that you will be an ideal subject in our examination of the human conditioning of tickling. You will comply.”
Mara growled up at her. “You don’t scare me.”
“Scaring is irrelevant,” Seven said as she climbed onto the bed and straddled Mara. “We are interested only in your physiological response.”
Mara sneered. “Do your worst.”
Seven held her hands out like claws over Mara’s armpits, and Mara stiffened in anticipation. “Tickling will now commence.” She dropped her fingers onto Mara’s armpits, and immediately the redhead burst into laughter. Seven wriggled her fingers about and Mara shook her head. “Initial prognosis correct. Subject is highly ticklish.”
“Stop It!” Mara pleaded as Seven’s fingers continued prodding all throughout her armpits. The Borg was absolutely merciless, scratching at the sensitive skin until Mara was practically hiccupping with laughter. “Nonononono!” Seven shifted into long strokes, starting at Mara’s bicep and running through her armpits down to her shoulder blades, wriggling just enough so that Mara was screaming. “Don’t! Hahahaha!!!”
“Your pleas are irrelevant,” Seven informed her, stroking again while Mara laughed.
“NO MORE!” Mara cried. “NOT THERE! PLEASE!” She let out a scream as Seven quickly dug her fingers into her ribcage.
“Tickle subject continues to demonstrate vulnerability,” Seven commented.
“Get off!” Mara shouted before laughter overwhelmed her. Seven was meticulous, moving up and down her ribcage rib by rib until Mara’s face was red with laughter. “WAHAHAHAHA! STOP!!” After a while, Seven settled on the lower ribs, no doubt deducing they were the most ticklish. She began digging her nails in, causing Mara to jump every time. “OH GOD! OH GOD! NOOOO-HOHOHOHO!!!” Tears stained her crimson face now and her eyes were screwed shut, and yet Seven didn’t waver in the slightest. The tickling remained as cruel and unemotional as it had from the beginning, despite how obvious it was Mara had been pushed past her limit. “I CAN’T STAND ANY MORE!” she cried. “PLEASE STOP! PLEEAAASSSEEE!!!” Her cries descended into more laughter.
Seven relented, and Mara was permitted a chance to catch her breath. “You are proving a most useful specimen, Mara Jade,” Seven commented. “You are clearly a highly-ticklish individual.” Mara growled at her. “I will ensure my superiors are made aware of your tickle-attributes, so that we can properly examine this phenomenon.” She turned around and straddled Mara the other way.
“What are you doing?” Mara demanded.
“If you need to be aware of something, I will inform you, otherwise be silent. It should be sufficient to know that your session is continuing, I am merely determining an optimal convenient target. Given your ticklish nature, there are so many possibilities... but I believe I will begin here.” Seven dug her fingers into Mara’s hips. Mara squealed and struggled as Seven seemed to feel about, searching. Finally there was a gasp from the helpless woman as Seven found the spot, and Mara roared with laughter. Seven carefully kneaded the spots on both hips while Mara writhed. “Yes, I thought so,” Seven mused aloud.
“Stop i-hehehe-t,” Mara said, too tired to even get air into her lungs, it just sort of slipped out with her laughter while Seven tickled away.
“Your repeated requests for premature termination are irrelevant,” Seven informed her, shifting her hands up to squeeze Mara’s flanks. “I will tickle you for the chosen duration; your protests change nothing.”
“Please, Seven,” Mara pleaded. “I’m too ticklish... I admit it... hahahaha! I’m a ticklish girl, okay?” She shook with laughter. “I can’t take any more!”
“I do not believe that is an accurate assessment,” Seven said, and her hands flew over Mara’s midsection. Mara shook her head back and forth with laughter. “Based on my extrapolations, I believe I could maintain this degree of tickling for eight hours plus or minus twenty minutes before you would succumb to physical side effects.” Mara screamed for mercy, but the Borg offered none, just more tickling.
After another ten minutes of torment, Seven gave Mara another breather. “I believe this session is proving a most valuable source of data,” she commented. After a minute or so Seven laid a finger between Mara’s legs. “The tickle subject has demonstrated undeniable sexual arousal. Beginning initiation of secondary tickle protocol.”
Mara moaned as Seven slowly rubbed, but it soon was punctuated by laughter as Seven’s other hand began squeezing her inner thighs. Seven went about her work like a Borg, with one hand stroking with a scientifically calculated regular frequency, and the other with a perfectly honed random generator to keep Mara off balance. Mara was letting out equal parts screams and groans as Seven’s hands danced over her inner thighs, squeezed her knees, dug in on her hips, or teased around her pubic area. Soon her moans became louder, and Seven’s tickling hand moved even more rapidly, but Mara’s face showed only pure ecstasy. “More,” she gasped. “By the Sith, tickle me and never stop!”
“Tickle subject is clearly indicating advanced stages of arousal.” Seven rubbed more rapidly and Mara arched her back, squealing with pleasure until she flopped down on the bed, panting in the wake of orgasm. “Climax achieved,” Seven said. She turned back around and faced Mara. “Do you wish to offer any comments on your experience?”
Mara laid back, panting heavily. “Oh God.... that was incredible.” She swallowed and took another breath. “Oh, I love you, Seven.”
Seven reached up to the shackles on Mara’s wrists. “I have similar affection for you as well,” she said in her even Borg tones.
“More,” Mara said. “C’mon. I’m already tied up.”
“No,” Seven said. “This has left me in a heightened state of arousal; I require sexual release.”
“Well, just do what I showed you.”
“I have,” Seven said. “And I have found such manipulation agreeable. However, it is a poor substitute; your touch is far more pleasurable. If you love me as you claim you do, then I ask that you provide it.”
“Your sweet-talking can use some improvement,” Mara said. “But okay, just leave the shackles on.” She explained, and Seven instead slid forward until she felt Mara’s lips on her womanhood. She closed her eyes and leaned back, breathing deeply, then began kneading her own breasts. A moan slipped out, then another, until finally she found release. “There,” Mara said as Seven slid off. “Was that good?”
“It was... wonderful,” Seven said, lying back on the bed next to Mara. “I remain in awe of the human body’s ability to present pleasure in its myriad ways.”
“I’m glad I could help, sweetie,” Mara said, doing her best to nuzzle up to Seven in her current position. “But there’s still the matter of me, you know?” she said with a grin.
“You will be silent, tickle subject Mara Jade,” Seven said sternly. “Your experiment will commence at the appropriate time, and it will be thorough and without mercy.”
“You don’t frighten me,” Mara said, trying very hard to keep the smile off her face. “I can cope with your experiments!”
“Coping is irrelevant. You will be tickled. Resistance is futile.”
--------------------------------------------------------------
The video ended, and the board members turned to Ms. Sharon Danoob. “That’s it?” Mr. Clayton asked.
“It’s a promising start,” Sharon said.
“A promising start? We gave thirty-two billion dollars to fund this project, you come back with interdimensional lesbians?” He shook his head. “I am impressed... it is the single largest pornographic expenditure in world history.”
“It was not done for titillation, I assure you,” Sharon said. “Crossroads Facility will eventually provide you with wealth and power beyond your wildest dreams, ladies and gentlemen, but it will not happen overnight.”
“And it won’t happen if you spend your time grabbing ladies to play This Little Piggie with each other.”
Sharon shook her head. “I don’t think you realize what we have here, Mr. Clayton.” She pulled out a remote and activated it; a hologram of the redhead appeared. “Mara Jade, aka The Emperor’s Hand. Trained as a shadow assassin, she possesses limited precognitive abilities that serve as a kind of ‘danger sense.’ She is quick, adaptive, and deadly.” She hit the button, and the blond appeared. “Seven of Nine, aka Annika Hansen. Former Borg removed from the Collective, now operating as an independent individual. Cybernetically-enhanced, she possesses superhuman strength, reflexes, and intelligence.” The hologram vanished. “Imagine, Mr. Clayton, what kind of an asset these two could be.”
“Yes,” Mr. Clayton said. “And that would be interesting if they were doing more than frolicking around naked.”
Sharon shook her head. “Both are fiercely independent,” she explained. “Mara, because she is accustomed to autonomy; Seven, because of her former slave existence as a drone. There is no way you can persuade or threaten them into working for us.” She smiled. “But they can be coerced. Because there is one thing they both fear to lose.”
“And what’s that?” Mr. Clayton asked impatiently.
Sharon grinned. “Each other.” She pulled out the remote. “That’s why this is the breakthrough, Mr. Clayton. Because they will work for us voluntarily if it means they can remain together. And this is only the beginning.” A new woman appeared, tall and muscular, but very buxom, with a long braided ponytail. "Professor Lara Croft. Survivalist, acrobatics, strong deductive reasoning skills. She's skilled in just about any weapon you can put in her hand, and can function in practically any environment you can imagine." She vanished, and a blond with a short haircut, dressed in a gray military uniform of some kind, appeared. "Lt. Kara Thrace, aka Starbuck. Top-notch fighter pilot and highly skilled sniper. Her creative problem solving approach has led to victory in spite of heavy disadvantages in both infantry and starship combat." The hologram vanished. “These two are already being prepped as well, and in time the number will grow. And with a force like this, no one will be able to resist. Believe me, ladies and gentlemen, everything I’ve promised you will come true.”
Mr. Clayton considered this. “How does this program of yours work, Ms. Danoob?”
Sharon gave him a single nod of acknowledgment. “Excellent question. Let me show you.”
