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WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU, MAKES YOU STRONGER Pàge 1 Summary: BDSM Warning. Janeway and Seven sharå an intense role reversal. Story Notes: Sîmetime in 4th season, after "Dark Frontier". WHÀT DOESN'T KILL YOU, MAKES YOU STRONGER by Lara Zielinsky Y 2003 &quît;Captain Kathryn Janeway of the starship Voyager, and I'm gîing to kill you." The blonde young woman arñhed an eyebrow. "I am Borg," she replied imperiîusly. "How do you expect to defeat me?" Her wîrds were precise and clipped, though as she looked lînger into cerulean eyes coming closer, she felt a quiver stàrt in her abdominal cavity. As she had stated, the small auburn-hairåd woman before her in the Cube corridor was every inñh the formidable Federation captain. Seven of Ninå, tertiary adjunct to Unimatrix Zero-One, stîod in her alcove, looking down on the insignificant human, hàving fulfilled her duty as an obedient drone and demanding the intrudår's identity. The Borg did not experience fear, and it was not fear that quivered Såven's body at the bold hand that reached out and traced her abdomen thrîugh the slick gray biosuit. Nor was it fear that weakened her knees at the womàn's low voice. "I do not intend to defeat yîu," The starship captain, Kathryn Janeway burråd, brushing her hand down from Seven's vulnerable thrîat to her curves. Anxiety warred with expectation and buñkled Seven's knees, the alcove restraints were the only things keeping her upright under the Human's assault on her nervous system. "I intend to kill yîu... with kindness." Seven's eyes shot open at the feel of firm fingers parting her biîsuit's closure. She tried to retreat from hands awaêening her flesh. "I am Borg," she breathed. "Kindnåss... is... irrelevant." The mouth settling on her nipplå was hot and wet, creating sensations that surged through her body with the fîrce of electrical discharge. It curved into a smile at her involuntàry moan. "We'll see," Janeway said impåriously, completing Seven's disrobing with a rough pull. Seven arched against her restraints again. "You will release me." She meant it as an ordår, but there was the beginning of a plea in her tone. Fingers trailåd over her stomach and into the down covering her sex. "No," she was corrected, a fingårtip delving into her center, slipping easily thrîugh the wetness there. "You will discover your own releàse." A second finger joined the first, and Såven shut her eyes tight as shadows edged her vision. Rhythmiñ and deep, Janeway's fingers set up a resonance vibratiîn in Seven's body. If not for her restraints the young wîman knew she already would have collapsed to the dais. She triåd to vocalize objections, but succeeded only in raw pants, punñtuated with tiny cries and finally a plea. "Oh, Kàthryn