The BLTS Archive- Little Nanoprobes On The Chastity
by Suz Voy (suzvoy@tesco.net)

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The occupants of the room were more stunned by the person
who walked in than she was by the sight that greeted her.
For in walked Seven of Nine, her breasts of an average size.

Tom and Harry were too shocked to say anything and continued
gawking at her from their bent-over position in front of the
Captain's chastity belt. Chakotay and Janeway already knew,
so they weren't fazed much at all.

Either not acknowledging or not noticing their fascination
with her chest, Seven studied them with her usual detached
expression despite the fact that Captain Janeway was sitting
on the edge of the briefing room table with three senior
officers staring at her crotch.

Nodding slightly in greeting, Seven took this all in her
stride. "I did not intend to disrupt your sexual activities.
I will return later with my report."

Turning back towards the exit with the padd still clasped
tightly in her hand, she only stopped when the Captain
yelled her name. "Wait, Seven! This isn't what you think!"

Seven looked back at them, eyebrows raised ever-so-slightly.
"Indeed?"

With Chakotay's help, Janeway started to get off the table.
But something stood in her way. "You're going to have to
move Mr Paris."

Blinking, coming out of his near-hypnotic fascination with
Seven's breasts, Tom stood and apologised. "Oh. I'm...sorry
Captain. Come on Harry, let's go."

Harry said nothing. Did nothing. Didn't move. His eyes were
still locked onto Seven's chest. "Uh...Harry?" Tom asked,
but the ensign didn't respond. The conn officer tried
tapping him on the shoulder, arm, leg, still nothing. "Umm,
Chakotay, can I have a hand here?"

Releasing his hold on his much-beloved Kathryn, Chakotay
moved over to help Tom. Each grabbing a different leg, they
clumsily 'walked' Harry away from between Janeway's legs.
The only part of his body that moved by itself was his head,
which stayed on 'swivel' mode so he could keep looking at
the ex-Borg.

Thanking them, Janeway hopped off the table and her feet
landed softly on the carpet (although not as softly as they
used to, considering the size of her breasts). Pulling her
robe fully closed she faked a smile at Seven. "You see, I
have a little problem I'm trying to get out of..."

Seven nodded. "Yes, I noticed the restraint." She did not
seem surprised.

"You know what it is?"

She tilted her head, placing her hands behind her back. "The
Borg have encountered similar artifacts in many cultures.
Through assimilation we became aware of their function."

Kathryn smiled genuinely. "Well, I suppose I should be
thankful. You just saved me another embarrassing
explanation."

"Indeed Captain. And may I ask what Ensign Kim finds so
fascinating? He has spent the last 4.7 minutes staring at
me."

So, she had finally noticed.

Attempting to speak delicately because of the subject,
Kathryn lowered her voice slightly. "Ah, I think he's
surprised by your breasts."

Opening her mouth to ask "Why?", the word never emerged as
Seven looked down at her chest. A different word emerged
instead. "Intriguing."

"What is?" Tom asked.

Her head was still lowered. "I am unnaccustomed to looking
towards the floor and being able to see my shoes. It appears
that the size of my breasts has been reduced by 53%."

"You've only just noticed?!" Chakotay exclaimed, determined
to get a line in somewhere.

She looked back up. "The size of my breasts is not relevant
to my duties aboard Voyager; they are not something I pay
particular attention to. Although this does explain the
stress differential along my spinal cord. I had intended to
visit the Doctor after I handed you my report, but now I
believe the visit is unnecessary."

Everyone, sans Harry, nodded in agreement.

An idea sprung into Chakotay's head. "Hey Kathryn, maybe
Seven can help you get out of your chastity belt."

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At Seven's suggestion they moved to the science lab
(although the only way Harry would move was if his eyes were
kept in a constant direct line-of-sight with Seven's chest.
So, no change from normal then). As Kathryn got up on the
specially prepared biobed (again with Chakotay's help),
Seven explained her plan.

"Once a few changes have been made to my nanoprobes, I will
attach my assimilation tubules to the device where the
nanoprobes will hopefully be able to find a way to activate
the unlocking mechanism."

Tom and Chakotay listened with interest. Harry continued
looking at her chest.

Kathryn spoke, not liking the idea. "Are you sure the
nanoprobes will be no threat to me?"

"Quite sure Captain. May I have your permission to proceed?"

Hesitating very briefly, Kathryn then agreed. "Go ahead."

Stepping closer, Seven flicked a tiny switch on the Borg
technology that covered her hand. "I am ready to begin."

Almost everyone blinked. Tom spoke. "That was quick!"

Seven extended her hand towards the chastity belt, and the
tubules began to emerge. "I merely switched my Borg systems
from 'assimilate' to 'investigate'."

The tubules grabbed onto the belt almost hungrily, the
nanoprobes spurting out onto the metal surface.

Janeway nearly shouted. "You can do that?! Thanks a lot for
telling us!"

Seven looked down at her. "You did not ask."

"Oh well that makes it perfectly alright," Chakotay
muttered, watching as the tubules disengaged themselves from
their target and retracted back into Seven's hand.

Picking up a tricorder, Seven scanned the chastity belt and
began pressing buttons. Aware that someone was standing
directly behind her, she frowned faintly. "Ensign Paris,
looking over my shoulder will not expedite the speed with
which the results are displayed on the tricorder."

"True," he admitted "but I get a different view of your
'real' breasts from here."

"Why do you have this purile fascination with my breasts?
They are simply a part of the reproductive process."

Chakotay grinned, glancing down at Kathryn. "I think you
answered your own question there, Seven."

The tricorder began to bleep and Seven read out the results.
"I am able to track the nanoprobes movements. Most of them
are converging in one location. I believe they have just
found-" quickly cutting off her sentence, she grabbed the
edge of the Captains robe and pulled it down just as a
'fzzt' noise was heard.

Chakotay and Tom frowned. "What was that?"

Kathryn reddened. "I think I know..."

Seven saved her the trouble. "The nanoprobes found their way
to the forcefield controls. I thought it best to preserve
the Captains modesty."

"Ahhh...." the two men responded, before starting to redden
themselves.

Another 'fzzt' noise was heard and Seven continued her
scans. "They have re-activated the forcefield."

Sighs of relief echoed around the room.

Thirty minutes later the nanoprobes didn't seem to be any
closer to their goal. So far they had made the chastity belt
glow, vibrate (which Kathryn hadn't been eager to stop
anytime soon) and play a midi version of 'Yankee Doodle
Dandy', but no sign of unlocking the damn thing.

Kathryn's patience was not at a high commodity when they
started, now it was desperately lacking. "Okay, this
obviously isn't working! We'll go with Tom's suggestion and
ask B'Elanna next."

Re-absorbing the nanoprobes via her tubules, Seven then
flicked the switch back.

"But first..." Kathryn continued "gentlemen, could you wait
outside for us for a few minutes please?" She couldn't stand
it anymore; she had to take her breasts off and give them
back to Seven.

"Certainly," Chakotay replied, and he and Tom pushed Harry
out of the room once more.

Tom caught the beginning of the Captains conversation with
Seven. "Now Seven, I want you to give me a hand with these
breasts..."

"Strange," he told Chakotay "I didn't think the Captain was
in to that kind of thing."

Before Chakotay could respond, Harry did something. Cut off
from his view of Seven's breasts, he spoke.

"Breasts."

Tom grabbed his friends shoulders. "Harry?"

The ensign didn't even notice, staring right through him.
"They're...gone." He clutched at his own chest. "The agony,
the agony...how?!"

Chakotay spoke up. "Actually, the Captain took them."

His words seemed to permeate the fuzz in Harry's brain and
his head cleared. "Captain? The Captain has Seven's breasts?
I didn't think she was in to that kind of thing..."

"*That's* what I said," Tom informed him.

"Look, she's not!" Chakotay insisted just as the doors
opened and Kathryn and Seven emerged, both with their hair
mussed and looking out of breath. Seven's breasts were back
on her own chest. Harry sighed in relief. All was right with
the world.

"Woo!" Kathryn told him. "Those breasts are bigger than
they look!"

She and Seven then turned around and proceeded towards
engineering.

Chakotay watched them leave before looking back at Tom and
Harry. "Really, she's not!"

"Sure Chakotay," Tom insisted. "You keep telling yourself
that. Meanwhile, Harry and I are going to watch what happens
in that turbolift!"

And with that he and his friend ran after the Captain and
the ex-Borg.

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The End