The blood had clotted without actually dripping from the wound she had inflicted on Seven's back. The Borg hissed softly as Kathryn made several more cuts. She didn't stop until she had carved her name into Seven's back. She stepped back, smiling sadistically, wanting to burn the image into her mind.

"How long will your nanoprobes take to fix that?" she inquired, inspecting the blood on the tip of the knife. The Borg didn't respond or give any indication she'd heard her and Kathryn frowned.

"Seven?"

"...I'm sorry, what did you say?" Seven murmured sluggishly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I was focused on...feeling."

"What are you feeling?"

"Good. Pleasure. It is...strange. Intense. It should be irrelevant."

"Is it irrelevant?"

"No ma'am."

"Good girl," she said with a smile. "How long will it take your nanoprobes to repair your back?"

"I do not know. An hour at most."

"Excellent," she said, pleased.

Kathryn held the knife between her teeth a moment and grabbed Seven by her shoulders. With a little effort she turned the Borg so her back was to the wall. Kathryn admired the sight of her chained to the wall, her pale full breasts untouched. Her eyes were still closed. Kathryn reached around and unpinned Seven's blonde hair from its severe twist, letting it fall around her face. She stepped back and took the knife from between her teeth.

"You can open your eyes, Seven," she said.

Her sapphire eyes blinked open. She gazed at the captain evenly, her eyes full of desire and unwavering trust. The sight made Kathryn gasp softly, then she smiled.

She grabbed one of Seven's voluptuous breasts with her free hand, rubbing her thumb roughly over the hard nipple. She brought the tip of the knife to Seven's chest and pressed lightly, just hard enough to draw blood. Blue eyes blinked at her. Slowly she dragged the knife down, tearing through her flesh, stopping just short of her nipple. A drop of blood swam from the cut and Kathryn lowered her head to catch it on her tongue. She flicked Seven's nipple with the tip of her tongue, drawing a ragged gasp from the Borg.

"You like that?" Kathryn murmured, tasting the salty slightly metallic flavor of her skin and blood.

"Yesss..." Seven hissed as Kathryn moved the knife to her other breast. The captain paused.

"Tsk tsk... You did not say ma'am," she said disappointedly. She withdrew the knife and felt a rush of pleasure as Seven whimpered.

"I'm sorry ma'am," she said. "Please..."

"Please what?" Kathryn taunted, cocking her head and smirking. "What do you want?"

"Please ma'am...please touch me," she said softly, her blue eyes pleading.

"You're so beautiful," she said, touching her cheek just below her optical implant. She trailed her fingers lightly down her jaw, her neck, down her chest, smearing the blood on her breast. Seven's eyes closed when she reached her nipple. She pinched it lightly before continuing her path down the Borg's body. She felt her begin to tremble as she crossed her flat stomach. When she ran her fingers through the damp blonde curls between her legs, she groaned loudly.

"You're so wet," Kathryn whispered, slipping a finger between her slick folds.

"Captain!" Seven cried, arching her back against the wall. Kathryn did not bother reprimanding her, she knew Seven was getting desperate and if she was honest with herself, the sound of the Borg calling her 'captain' was hot.

"Poor Seven," she cooed, sliding her finger back and forth through the wet folds, making her squirm. "So desperate for relief aren't you sweet girl?"

"Y-yes ma'am. Please..."

"Please what? Fuck you? Is that what you want?" she asked, slipping her finger inside Seven's tight hole.

"Yes please," she whimpered and Kathryn could see tears in her blue eyes now. "Please fuck me captain."

Kathryn found Seven's clit with her thumb and began to rub circles around it. Immediately she felt Seven's walls begin to clench around her finger.

"That's it, good girl. Come on, Seven, cum for me. That's my girl."

Seven's body stiffened and she came with a loud cry. Kathryn held her finger in place, fascinated with the way the warm velvety walls felt around her finger.

This is so much better than a hologram, she thought to herself, grinning.