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Seven’s Revenge

I wrote this story a while ago in response to Voyager Blackjack in which B’Elanna Torres teaches Seven of Nine what embarrassing means by having her play a game of strip blackjack. Upon loosing to the holodeck characters she is immediately transported into a populated area of the ship, NAKED. I apologize if there is already a sequel, I haven’t see one.

“It’s time” Seven said to B’Elanna.
“One moment, Seven.” B’Elanna continued to work at her console in engineering.
“I have only reserved the holodeck for one hour. We must go now or we will lose it.” She grabbed B’Elanna by the arm and began pulling her out of engineering. B’Elanna brought this on herself. She insisted Seven take more leisure time, and since the strip Blackjack game, Seven continued to ask her for help with recreation.

Both arrived into an empty holodeck. Seven looked up.
“Computer, run B’Elanna Exercise program A-4, include Seven of Nine modification R.” B’Elanna’s exercise program was not aerobics or treadmills, but a rocky, hilly terrain area where she fought several holograms in basic combat. She introduced it to Seven shortly after the Blackjack game, Seven kept insisting she could make it better, obviously she felt she had now.
“So what are the modifications?” B’Elanna asked.
“Simple, similar to before, but hits are scored differently. This modification allows us to fight each other in total safety to our bodies.”
“Doesn’t sound too fun.” B’Elanna knew the reason one on one combat was not challenging was because of the safety protocols on the deck forced the hologram weapon to pass though harmlessly any person it struck. It was against ships regulations to use real weapons.

B’Elanna removed her engineering short jacket to reveal her standard duty jumpsuit. One piece from neck to foot, gray, it was accented by her yellow undershirt/mock turtle neck. This one was short sleeved.

Seven grabbed the holodeck generated batala and flung it toward B’Elanna’s bare wrist.
“Shzzzzeeeettttt…/..Whoosh” it passed completely through. B’Elanna was left rubbing her still connected wrist.
“Hey that hurt!”
“The blade will cause a slight discomfort whenever it strikes the skin, but no permanent damage will be sustained. If the blow is not sufficient enough to cut through it will remain in place until removed. So will the discomfort.” B’Elanna thought she could make out a smirk on Seven’s face.

Seven had her typical silver formfitting catsuit on. Secretly all the men on Voyager loved it. Her fantastic figure constantly made heads turn.

The fight began. Each warrior testing each other’s blade and technique. A lot of clanking from the blades striking and for more than 10 minutes no one scored. Then B’Elanna dropped her guard. Her Batala dropped and Seven took a clean shot to her shoulder area.
“Shzzzzeeeettttt….” B’Elanna winced in pain as Seven pulled it out. It only cut down about 3 inches. B’Elanna reached up to rub her sore shoulder to discover a surprise.
“My uniform, it’s ripped.” While the blade made no lasting mark on her body, the uniform around it was cut just as if from a real blade.
“Interesting.” Seven said. B’Elanna stepped back, she thought about stopping it, but remembered she won the last 5 times they did this. She was clearly the better fighter, Or so she thought.

More clanking , a few near misses, the B’Elanna’s turn. “Shzzzzeeeetttt…./….Whoosh” Seven’s arm was exposed and B’Elanna cut cleanly through just above the elbow. The severed sleeve slid down and Seven was forced to remove it.
“Nice one.” Seven too felt the discomfort but continued.

Part II

More hits were scored, nothing major, simple strikes and sc****s, the worst being a cut to Seven’s right leg. Then B’Elanna took a gamble, she would strike center, then up, then back to the exposed center, a classic move. Seven knew the move and prepared for it. Instead of a full counter to the up move she parried it and spun B’Elanna’s blade, forcing her to release one hand, Seven spun around completely and swiped for the center. “Shzzzzeeeettttt…./….Whoosh.” Seven’s blade passed cleanly across B’Elanna’s hips and out her right side. B’Elanna stood stunned as the bottom of her uniform fell to her ankles.
“Why Lieutenant I don’t believe those are standard issue undergarments.” B’Elanna turned beet red. She stood there virtually naked from the waist down. Exposed was a bright yellow pair of lacy, see through string panties. They hung just low enough on her hips to be missed by the strike. Her red pubic hair showed through prominently.
“That’s it.” She was fired up now. The Klingon blood boiled between her veins. B’Elanna kicked off the useless bottoms and attacked Seven with tremendous vigor. As she fought her ass wiggles coercing the lacy material to work it’s way between her firm ass cheeks.

Clang, clang, Shzzzzeeeetttt, whoosh, clang shzzzzzeeeeettttt, whoosh, brought both legs exposed on Seven. B’Elanna skillfully use the blade to rip apart each leg. Reducing the catsuit bottom to a pair of short shorts. Seven did not allow B’Elanna to continue. She immediately slashed back. Cutting into the center of B’Elanna’s midsection, a few pieces of fabric fell to the ground exposing her belly button. Both stood back to catch their breaths.

B’Elanna bent down and adjusted her bright yellow lace panties. They were her only covering below her waist. Her red pubic hair had penetrated the lace material quite easily. She ran her fingers around the material pulling is from her crack. The pubic hair was no longer protruding from the front now. She knew they would return to the embarrassing state once they started again. Seven was examining the remains of her silver catsuit as well. Her legs were completely exposed as were parts of her mid section and one arm. The two women warriors prepared themselves once again.

Clang, clang, whoosh, clang. The noise was deafening, then B’Elanna saw an opportunity. She hit Seven’s blade down and sliced straight up hoping to catch her midsection. Seven was aware of this move and immediately straightened up. Seven did not calculate on her enormous assists. Her DD breasts were in the B’Elanna’s line of slice. Shzzzzeeeetttt, whoosh, the silvery material from around her tits fell to the ground. Seven did not like the feeling. For the first time her incredible boobs were freed for B’Elanna to see. B’Elanna could not help but notice how firm they were especially for their size. She also discovered the nipples were erect. Seven just stared at her chest for a moment. She was mortified, she tried not to show it.

B’Elanna did not allow her to rest for long. After the momentary pause to admire her handiwork, she continued to slice into Sevens uniform. Seven’s shock over the exposure caused her to drop her guard once again. Shzzzzeeeetttt, whoosh, B’Elannas blade cut down from Seven’s side onto her crotch. The left third of her outfit fell to the ground. Seven actually blushed. The remainder of her outfit clung onto one leg and up to one arm. Her clit was exposed completely. Seven put her hand between her legs for a moment, but not before B’Elanna got a direct look. She was shaved completely!
“I didn’t know Borgs shaved down there.” B’Elanna grinned.
“We, um, it’s an experiment.” B’Elanna didn’t buy it, but she let Seven have her fantasy. Besides it would make a good story later in the officer’s mess.

Clanging sounds began again. Seven struck high forcing Belana to raise her blade to block. Then with a exposed midsection, Seven kicked B’Elanna, she fell to the ground. Shocked, B’Elanna had never seen Seven use a move like that. She was impressed. That did not last for long. Seven stabbed the blade down and struck B’Elanna in the chest. B’Elanna felt a sharp pain from the simulation as Seven pulled back. As she pulled the blade out, Seven twisted it and therefor the material from the top of the jumpsuit as well. She jerked back like a fisherman reeling in a catch. Rippppppppp!. B’Elanna’s whole top came completely off. Mock turtle neck and all. Seven smiled as she looked down at B’Elanna.

Lying there in the dust, B’Elanna now was clad not only in a pair of micro bright yellow lace panties and matching bra, which was equally as miniscule. Her large brown nipples were very visible though it. For a moment Seven admired what she saw. She secretly wished she had smaller tits. Her’s kept getting in the way when she crawled through Jeffrey’s Tubes.