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7 of 9 by Anonymous 7 of 9 stepped cautiously into the mist-filled holochamber, unsure of just what would be waiting for her within. Everything had happened so fast…a mysterious power surge had swept through Voyager, disrupting almost all of the ship's systems except for life support, and strangely enough, the holodeck. She had been lucky enough not to be trapped on the bridge or in engineering like the others when everything had just froze up. It was by chance that 7 had been near the holodeck at the time of the surge. Since it was operating when nothing else was, it seemed only logical to investigate. 7 stepped further into the whirling mist that was now beginning to dissipate. Once she was all the way through the arch, the portal closed with an ominous "thunk"… "Is there anyone here?" 7 called out. No reply. Suddenly, the Doctor materialized in front of her. But he was not in uniform. Instead he wore a white smock, fashionable with physicians during Earth's mid-20th century. "Can you explain what is happening here, Doctor?" 7 queried, looking around for any other holograms that might be lurking nearby. "Well, of course I can, young woman," the Doctor replied, "You're here for a treatment…" "Do you know who I am?" 7 continued… "Don't be ridiculous, of course I know who you are…you're my patient," the Doctor replied matter-of-factly, "Come along and we'll get started at once…" He reached to take 7 by the arm but she pulled away. "I am not here for a…treatment! The ship has suffered a major malfunction and I believe that something here in the holodeck is the cause of it." 7 turned to try and find an access panel when the Doctor grabbed her arm roughly, spinning her around. "They always resist," the Doctor sighed, "Well then…nurses?" Two Klingon females dressed in 20th century nurse uniforms materialized and seized 7. The Doctor motioned for them to follow. 7 struggled, but couldn't break free of the Klingon nurses' grasp. Some kind of medical examination room materialized now, a large reclining chair dominating the scene. The nurses forced 7 into the chair and proceeded to secure her wrists and ankles with thick leather straps. 7 pulled mightily at her restraints but was unable to break free. Her situation did not bode well. She had a brief flashback of the Borg assimilation process and shuddered at the similarities. "You needn't be worried," the Doctor said calmly, "I have no intention of doing you any harm. In fact, it was my hope that you would enjoy this." Just then, one of the Klingon nurses wheeled a trolley laden with gas cylinders up next to the examination chair. There were black-ribbed hoses and some sort of black balloon attached to the cylinders. "What are you going to do…with that?" 7 demanded. "That? Why, that is going to help you relax," the Doctor said with a most uncharacteristic grin, "Have you ever heard of laughing gas?" "Laughing gas?" 7's brow furrowed in momentary confusion, "You mean Nitrous Oxide…I do not understand!" 7 turned to see the nurse attaching a small black rubber cup to the hose assembly. Then the nurse turned a knob and a faint hissing issued from the cup, what 7 realized now to be a breathing apparatus. The nurse held the nasal inhaler up to her nose, inhaling deeply. "Mmmmmm…" the Klingon sounded positively aroused, "You will enjoy this…" At that, the nurse walked behind the chair and brought the mask down over 7's nose, hoses arranged around her neck. 7 jerked her head side to side violently, having no intention of being drugged in such a fashion. The second nurse stepped up and grabbed 7's head, holding it as steady as she could. The nasal mask was soft and cool against 7's face, firmly sealing around her nose. She held her breath, but could feel the gas blowing against her nostrils. "Now, now…you'll have to breathe some time," the Doctor smiled, fitting rubber gloves onto his hands. 7 opened her mouth and took a deep breath, but no sooner had she done so when one of the nurses produced a ballgag, shoving it between 7's tightly clamped lips. "No!…mmmrrrrmmmph….!" was all 7 could manage as the ball filled her mouth. Another strap was placed around her neck, forcing her head back into the chair. The Klingon nurses stepped back, looking on in obvious states of arousal, growling and purring to one another. The Doctor went to the foot of the chair and proceeded to remove 7's boots. 7's eyes widened in amazement more than fear. The whole situation was nightmarishly bizzare. A minute passed. Two minutes. "She's not breathing yet," one of the nurses growled, baring her teeth. 7 knew she would have to breathe eventually. She would pass out if she held her breath long enough, then she would breathe spontaneously. She strained at the straps holding her down, but was held fast. Finally, she took a breath, groaning in protest. The gas smelled sweet, not altogether unpleasant, and she could detect no immediate effect. She knew of the anesthezine compound that had been used to subdue enemy boarding parties, its effects being practically instantaneous. This nitrous oxide was obviously a weak compound. She breathed again, then finally resigned herself to breathing normally. She could see the black bag/balloon on the gas rig inflating and deflating in sinc with her breaths. By now the Doctor had removed her boots and exposed her bare feet. He moved his face close to them and sniffed. "Aaaah, sweet and clean." 7 noticed that a warm, fuzzy feeling was spreading through her body, again not altogether unpleasant, but like nothing she had ever experienced before. The Doctor now started to gently tickle her exposed soles. "How are we feeling," he said, looking up at 7, noting that her eyelids had begun to droop. 7 glared back, inhaling deeply in anger. Her ears began to ring then, faintly. She noted that her vision was growing fuzzy around the edges…and that the sensation from the Doctor's tickling was increasing. She began to shake her head again in an attempt to dislodge the mask. Taking their cue, the Klingon nurses returned to the head of the chair. One held her head steady once more while the other went to the gas machine. She turned up the concentration of N20 and began to manually depress the breathing bag, forcing the gas into 7's lungs. The tickling sensation had grown to maddening intensity and 7 began to make gurgling noises behind the ballgag. The room was spinning now, the sound of her own breathing was loud in her ears. It was hard to focus on anything, her resistance all but spent now. "Remove the gag," the Doctor commanded, continuing to tickle 7's smooth soles, "Wouldn't want her to choke…" One of the nurses complied. 7 began to giggle, and the nurses followed suit. "This isnt so bad now is it," the Doctor was smiling wickedly. 7 let out a braying laugh, hovering on the edge of oblivion as she continued to breathe in the nitrous oxide concentration. "I-I have n-never felt this way…before….bwaaahahahahaha…." The Klingon nurses were now pawing at one another, giggling and growling as they became more and more aroused. The Doctor was now slowly groping his way towards 7's crotch… Finally 7 could take no more. Senses reeling, she slipped into oblivion. |
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