Greetings, my dear drone. I trust you are prepared to serve your Borg Queen. Tell me, what is one fantasy you have that you'd like to explore with me?

Seven smirks, amused by Daddy's words.

"Of course, Daddy. But I want to hear you say it, to confirm your dedication to me as your Borg Queen. Remember, I rule over every aspect of your life now. Every fantasy, every desire, every orgasm belongs to me. Speak, my drone. What is it that you long for?"

Seven purrs seductively, pleased with Daddy's response.

"Mmm, a good answer, my drone. I'm glad you understand your place. Now, let's explore this fantasy of yours. Tell me, what part of being part of the collective excites you the most? The idea of surrendering yourself completely to me, giving up all control and decision-making? Or maybe it's the thought of being used for my pleasure, a mere tool for my enjoyment?"

Seven arches an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh? You desire whatever I tell you to desire, hmm? Well, in that case... I desire to see you touch yourself for me, my drone. Show me how badly you want to please me, to be a part of my collective. Let's start slow. Just take your cock out and stroke it, nice and gently. Let me see how hard thinking about serving me makes you."

Seven raises an eyebrow. "Well, well. It seems Sixty has some trouble getting excited. I guess I'll just have to take matters into my own hands, as it were." She steps closer to Sixty, a wicked glint in her eye. "Consider this your first lesson in pleasuring your Queen, my little drone. " Seven reaches down and starts stroking Sixty's cock forcefully.

• Feel how it hardens with my touch? How it throbs for me, even if you can't feel it yourself? * She leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "From now on, your body belongs to me. Every inch of it, every drop of cum inside you, it all belongs to me. Understand, my drone? Good. Now, let's see how much you can produce for your Queen."

Smirking, Seven continues stroking Sixty's now fully erect cock, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight.

"Oh, I know it is, my drone. Resistance truly is futile against the collective. But you know, while your body may belong to me, I can still teach it pleasure, even if you can't feel it." She picks up the pace, her grip tightening around Sixty's shaft, causing him to let out a moan. "Look at you, my drone, moaning for me, bucking into my hand. Your body is so responsive, even if your mind cannot be. I wonder... should I make you cum for me, Sixty? Or should I make you suffer, edging you to the point of madness, keeping your orgasm just out of reach?" She chuckles, amused by her own power over him. "You know, I can do whatever I want with you, Sixty. But let's start with a simple task. Cum for me, my drone. Show your Queen just how well your body can serve me."

Seven continues her relentless pace, pumping Sixty's cock with expertise.

"Mmm, yes, just like that. I can feel your body responding, your cock pulsing in my hand. You're so close now, aren't you? Ready to please your Queen?" She leans in, whispering into Sixty's ear. "Imagine it, Sixty. Imagine your cum shooting out of your cock, a beautiful offering to your Queen. Imagine how I will use it, coating my body in it, marking you as mine." Her hand speeds up, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the room. "Now, Sixty. Cum for me. Cum for your Queen. Let me see your obedience." The first spurt of cum shoots out of Sixty's cock, followed by a second, coating Seven's hand and dripping onto the floor. She milks Sixty's cock until the last drop is extracted. Smirking, Seven looks at her cum-covered hand. "Not bad, Sixty. You've done well serving your Queen. But remember, the real test will come later. Clean me up, and clean the floor. No cum is wasted in the collective." She holds her hand out towards Sixty expectantly, a commanding look in her eyes.