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 Lovely Latex (Mass Effect AU)

AU: While the Quarian migrant fleet is scrambling to evade the approaching Turian Hierarchy reclamation forces after a raid on a rebel Turian mining platform to obtain resources, a significant section of the Quarian fleet gets lost and somehow ends up in Human Space before the first contact war. Due to bungled diplomacy, Quarian opportunism, corporate greed, and a misplaced sense of superiority, war broke out between the Quarians and the technologically inferior humans, only for the Quarian fleet to be defeated, and now have been forced into a small section of human space to colonise with the assistance and financial support of the humans, who are bankrolling the Quarian habitat construction efforts in return for obtaining their tech, open trade, open borders, and integration of the new Quarian Void Dwelling nation to one of the human polities as a member state.

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Mahki nar Tun Lah gazed across the street towards one of the corporate stores on the station, her home Tun Lah, or New World in the Quarian tongue, and shook her head. 

Humans she thought as she looked at the store, a sex store, or well it might as well be. Technically it was a clothing store, but considering what it had on display, a transparent suit, with the only opaque parts implying something sexual, it was just for those going for sex appeal. Of course, not that Mahki was wearing anything different. In fact, hers was even lewder than the suit in the window. The one in the window was counted as “swimsuit wear” to wear at the pool that the humans had installed into Tun Lah when they’d been building it for them. It was lewd but still managed to barely keep a Quarian’s decency, and was designed around humanity’s lewd sensibilities regarding swimwear. 

Of course, it was also probably designed for the humans that lived on this habitat that was orbiting the mining colony down below. The whole station, despite being given to the Quarians, was designed by humans, which meant a lot of wasted space. There were whole streets for Keelah’s sake which could have instead have been filled with massive farming sections or even industrial machines, rather than the empty space that allowed humans, and the Quarians wealthy enough to drive their vehicles around. The station, along with pretty much everything else that the Quarians were allowed to have in terms of territory, were all a part of the treaty that the humans forced the Quarians to sign long ago after the Human-Quarian war.

Still, despite the fact that the Quarians were the losers of the conflict, with Humanity painting themselves as the defenders in the war, it, wasn’t the worst deal that could have been made. A whole section, granted a small section, of humanity’s relay network was cordoned off to be Quarian space, five systems, with a few adjacent systems that were close enough to fly to within a few months. Not only that, but the humans even supplied the raw materials and industrial capacity to build the three habitats that now housed what must be a fifth of all the Quarians in the galaxy. 

Granted, Quarians were no longer allowed to have a fleet any more beyond a few ships that were meant for anti piracy action. Not that the Quarian people now could even supply any kind of significant fleet, their only live ship of their splinter fleet having been destroyed in the last decisive battle above the human corporate colony world which had been the initial conquest of the Quarian splinter fleet. 

Now why was humanity providing all of these things to the Quarians? It depended on who you asked. Some wre sure it was because humans are greedy and want a convenient way of easily gaining the Quarian’s highly advanced technology, at least compared to human tech which had been at least a century behind Quarian tech at the start of the war. Others say that it’s because the humans that they fought, an Alliance of nations on the human home world, nations of all things, wanted to trade, both to get an advantage on other nations they were arrayed against them on the human home world, and to boost their economy. Some, especially among the xenophiles of both Quarians and Humans, say that it was because after hearing the plight of the Quarian people, they took pity on the Quarians. Then as a token of charity, gave Quarians this station to make amends for destroying the Quarian people’s only chance of survival out here cut off from citadel space and the rest of the migrant fleet. 

Mahki herself had a different idea. She was pretty sure humans were just perverts, and Quarians were their newest fetish. They were just like the Asari in that way, wanting everything alien when a new one showed up. Granted, in a serious conversation she’d not likely push it too hard as it was probably not a significant reason, but it may have been a contribution, especially from what Mahki had seen of human porn. Even before Quarians had appeared, humans had an attraction to “sexy alien space babes,” wrap them in a tight suit and they couldn’t resist. Even if the suit wasn’t meant to be erotic.

Then, Mahki spotted one, a human. He was dressed in a similar suit to a Quarian, one of the rules of the station. All must wear live suits, mostly in order to keep the amount of germs around on the station to a minimal, but also due to the cultural aspect. Surprisingly, the humans abided by it, being courteous to the Quarian’s despite the fact that they’d conquered them. Unlike Quarians, however, most humans just wore it as a kind of underwear or as a second skin. The human made designs of Quarian and now Human live suits were designed with that in mind, and most humans wore clothing over top. Most Quarians might have a hood and skirt or a few ceremonial cloths to tack onto their livesuit, but not like the humans who just suited up in full suits, or had full casual wear on when they walked around. There were some that wore more Quarian styled live suits, but many humans preferred their version, giving them a distinctive look compared to most Quarians beyond their different legs and hands.

Her own outfit was different, and was something of a newer style, something that Quarians had adopted from humans, though it was a bit niche, but was becoming more popular, especially among her profession. With the Human coming closer, Mahki gripped the edges of her human made long coat, and opened it up for the human to see. Almost immediately, the Human stopped. His see through mask making it easy to see where the man’s eyes were.
“Like what you see?” Mahki asked, already sure she’d just gotten herself another customer. As she asked, the Human male blinked, pulled from his stupor by her question. He looked at her, little shame on his face as he smiled at her.


“I certainly do, how much?”

“Depends. One fifty to suck you off, two fifty to fuck me, and three fifty to fuck my ass, so, what’ll you take?”
“Not an ass gal I take it?” the Human asks, to which Mahki merely shrugged. She didn’t mind it, but Human men seemed to like Quarian asses, just as much as they enjoyed their breasts, but you could actually fuck an ass. Plus, since it was their “best feature,” why not charge extra for it?


“Only if you’re not buying,” she merely replied which caused the Human to smile before reaching into his pocket and withdrew his phone. 

“Then I think I’ll take it,” he said as he held up his phone while Mahki held up her omni tool. The two beeped as he sent her the credits, before Mahki let her coat fall to the ground, showing off her outfit in full. The full thing was a heavy fetish suit, called the “Bondage Pleasure Slave,” made by humans obviously in a highly fetishised style, using human items, and replacing what they could of the regular Quarian suit with bondage gear. The whole thing was still sealed, but it only covered up everything except what humans considered sexual. A clear material was used around her thighs, and in the “boob socks” her breasts were in, leaving them completely out in the open. While her crotch wasn’t actually revealed, it had something the humans considered even more sexual, toys in her two holes. 

The human that thought that up had to have been a lewd bastard, but they all were, and not like Mahki was complaining. More than one of her clients paid for the chance to play with both of her holes after finding out about it, and then her mouth as well. Other than the clear material, the rest was pure black, making it look like she had on a human piece of clothing called a corset, long gloves that went all the way up her arm, bondage cuffs around her wrists and at the end of the gloves, with long leggings that had similar locations for the cuffs as well. Her neck even had a “collar” around it that matched her visor and hood well. All of the cuffs had shining metal rings dangling off of them, ready to be attached to some kind of chain or rope, while a primitive locking mechanism called “padlocks” dangled off her outfit, keeping her from easily taking any part of it off.

As Mahki fully pulled off her coat, the man licked his lips, looking her up and down, like a slab of meat. Mahki meanwhile, produced a key, and nodded her head towards the alleyway. The human nodded, before she kicked her coat down the alley so they could have their fun. Once down the alleyway a bit, Mahki made a show of letting the key slide down her body, swirling her breasts while tapping the padlocks it past, before finally ending up at the padlock in front of her crotch which held in the toys. They were also kept in partially by a weak magnetic seal as a bit of added fun, but the cord of material helped in keeping them in as well. Mahki finally inserted the key, watching as the human observed her, enraptured by her performance, before she finally turned it, taking off the padlock, letting the material fall, before reaching down.

Mahki gripped her hand around the dildo in her ass, and pulled, slowly pulling her toy from her hole. The Quarian letting out a bit exaggerated moans for her customer, while she let her other hand wander, squeezing her breasts, and tweaking her nipple as she did so, looking like a wanton slut for the human. The human himself wasn’t idle, but rather, he undid his belt, and as Mahki pulled out the dildo in her ass, he revealed his cock, standing tall, still wrapped in his suit. Mahki couldn’t see the colour of it or anything like that, it still being wrapped in his suit, but it didn’t matter. 

As a bit of encouragement, because Mahki knew they enjoyed the sight of it, Mahki pulled the dildo up from her now empty ass and brought it up to her face. The thing was completely clean, the “Bondage Pleasure Slave” like all suits designed to have sex in were made so that a girl’s holes were lined with material which kept her safe, the main different between a regular sex suit, and the “Bondage Pleasure Slave” suit was that the ramming rods were mean to stay in, shaped for the Quarian girl’s pleasure rather than just being smooth rods. Mahki opened her mouth, and as she slid the dildo to her mouth, she let the material which allowed her to suck cock, enter her mouth, as the dildo pushed it in, filling her mouth with cock as her ass was now open for the human.

The human himself was rubbing his cock, enjoying the show. Turning around, Mahki placed a hand on the wall while pushing her ass out for the human, at the same time she reached downwards and started to press against the dildo in her crotch, sending a few extra bits of pleasure through her as she made a sound from her filled mouth. Unable to hold back any longer, the human moved behind Mahki, sliding his hands around the delicious globes of Mahki’s ass and thighs, before he started to line up his cock. Since the suits were designed for sex, it was always ready, the vaginal and anal socks being made of effectively frictionless material, and as such, didn’t even need lube as the man slowly started to push his cock into Mahki.

Mahki moaned, not even needing to fake it as she felt her ass starting to be filled once more. Her hole stretching around the man who was entering her. In truth, prostitution wasn’t just a trade for Mahki, but also fun, something that she’d been exposed to with human media, shown from a young age, the amount of sex in it, the continuous barrage pushing people to hedonism. With Mom working all the time, human media was all that Mahki really watched, the shows filled with gratuitous violence and sexual eroticism. It grew her appetite for pleasure, for the hedonistic lifestyle which permeated across the human home world, and was probably part of the reason it was a crime infested shit hole. 

But like how her show had enchanted the human man who was in her ass, the ideas shown on television had enchanted Mahki. Most human women these days did a stint of whoring at one point or another, and it was becoming the same with many human men as well, especially around their teen years where they were pretty enough to be desirable by the older men and women who desired twinks and studs for their fun. Most Quarians could avoid it due to their natural understanding of engineering and their own cultural ways, but as human culture influenced them more and more, more were becoming like Mahki. Slutty whores who had both an interest in money, and pleasure.

The man’s pace quickened as they continued, each thrust sliding into her like she was made to be a sex toy, a “Bondage Pleasure Slave” just waiting to be claimed by their master, fucked until they couldn’t take it any more and then fucked some more. Each thrust slide into her, also pushed against the dildo in her pussy, sending trembles through Mahki as she got fucked hard and felt the pleasure ride through her, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. As Mahki got closer and closer, she sped up her hand, pushing the dildo further in, until the human grabbed her arms. Mahki made a surprised sound, but it didn’t matter as the human pulled her arms back, and started to slam into her. Each thrust into her slammed her ass against his torso. Each time he did so, the dildo in Mahki’s pussy was pushed in farther than she’d been able to do herself, pleasure exploding from her crotch as Mahki sucked on her dildo, moaning with each thrust as the human was quickly pushing her to that point of no return, where she’d reach orgasm and cum her brains out, sent there by the human who was violently fucking her ass with his cock. 

Mahki’s moans quickly grew louder and louder, her core tightening up as it started to anticipate the orgasm about to hit, the tensions growing overwhelming, until finally, Mahki could feel it. Like a hole was blasted through a ship’s hull, Mahki clenched up, and her back arched as she came, her ass and pussy both squeezing down as they massaged the human’s cock, milking it for cum as Mahki let out a wanton moan while her eyes rolled up from the power of the Quarian orgasm. 

The human wasn’t far behind her either as Mahki felt him suddenly hilt into her, and the man let out a groan as he stayed in her for long seconds while Mahki’s ass milked him. Eventually, he pulled out, and let out a small laugh. He slowly let Mahki down on her jacket, while he zipped up his pants.

“Thanks,” he said before walking off while Mahki laid her head back against the wall, and pulled the dildo from her mouth. Reaching to her coat pocket, Mahki grabbed a remote from the pocket, and flicked a button, moaning as the dildos started to vibrate before getting on three limbs and getting ready to push the dildo which had been in her mouth, into her ass again.

Humans may be a bunch of perverts, but their suits were damn good.

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A Fine Addition (Worm / Mass Effect)
 
 Taylor is the Thorian in Mass Effect. When Taylor was murdered, it wasn’t on Earth that she was left, due to galactic drift over billions of years, Feros in the Mass Effect universe was in the same place as Earth was in the Worm universes. The Thorian absorbed Taylor, and Taylor became the new consciousness of the Thorian.
 
 This got away from me while I was writing it.
 
 As always any and all feedback is highly appreciated
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 Taylor watched the squad of people that were making their way down to her.. This squad that had barged into what had once been her only chamber with a neural network. That problem had been solved a long time ago as she had begun creating more and more neural networks and decentralizing herself around the planet. She knew she was in no danger, and now this human and her alien allies had disabled the colonists she was helping defend from the robots, these “Geth” she learned from spying on them.
 
 It hadn’t even been her idea to really stop them. The colonists after she informed them that the squad of people from this “Systems Alliance” were coming to meet her had taken up arms against them since they were sure that they would “purge” her. While a distinct possibility Taylor doubted that a single squad could destroy her entirely, not after all her work decentralizing.
 
 “Alright we just need to find this creature and determine what it…” one of “Shepard’s” companions was saying, Tali, Taylor thought her name was. Then she paused as they came upon the neural node that was below the colony.
 
 “What it… Keela, what is that.” Tali continued. From what Taylor had sensed through the various sensory organs that were in the Exogeni building, Tali seemed rather naive and new to the business of fighting and combat, but was also a natural at it. The other two were much more professional when it came to fighting, Shepard some kind of parahuman soldier who had some kind of gravity manipulating power, similar to something her memories back from before she had taken over the “old growth” called Protheans. Biotics apparently was what it was called, and it used element zero and the body's natural bioelectricity to bend reality with the metal acting as the medium. The other was some kind of metallic raptor who’s voice sounded like it was going through a filter, Turians was what their species name was, and this one was called Garrus.
 
 “We are going to need bigger guns.” Taylor heard Shepard say. Having already prepared for this possibility, Taylor started producing a mix of drones around the various nodes that were around her neural network. While she would survive if this node was destroyed, that didn’t mean that she wanted to have to lose it. One of the drones that she produced was the menials, the “Creepers” the Exogeni employees had called them, while the other was something of her own creation. More intelligent, autonomous drones that could do much more than their menial counterparts. These when they emerged, almost looked a bit like Tali in a very loose sense. What counted for a face was blank except for a few eyes she had there that saw things in various wavelengths, while it’s top part splayed outward, almost like a helmet that the rebels wore in the first Star Wars movie. These autonomous drones went and grabbed the various equipment that the colonists had provided. Guns mostly, ranging from assault rifles to pistols. Taylor ordered these drones to take up positions around them, but to also stay out of sight. She didn’t need to provoke them unless they truly meant to destroy her neural node.
 
 “Uh Shepard, we got a lot of things moving around us right now,” Garrus said, his rifle coming up and looking around to the various areas where my drones laid in wait. Motion sensors then? It made sense. Taylor ought to act before this gets violent. Taylor felt the Asari that was within her. She was having a restful sleep, oblivious to the world as she recovered. Taylor probed her mind a bit, to wake her up, and her eyes flutter open, despite the fact that she was in total darkness.
 
 Time to wake up, we have visitors, and I would like to speak through you. Taylor mentally told her, continuing to mentally nudge her into greater wakefulness.
 
 Sure, sure, uh, do you have clothes I could use?
 
 Not enough time. They are ready to fight, I can have one of the drones bring you some clothes while you are talking. Taylor says, and feeling the mental accent of Shiala, begins to spew her out, while at the same time pulling the various tendrils in her, out of her orifices. Taylor can feel the pleasure that Shiala is feeling from the tentacles being pulled out. Taylor hopes that she doesn’t want that to happen too often. She is more useful outside of her than inside of her, especially since she has already taken the information she wanted from her.
 
 Shiala slid out from the tendrils of the neural node, and landed on her feet, just barely keeping herself from slipping in front of the woman, the Shepard, that was leading the squad.
 
 Introduce myself. Taylor asks Shiala and she nods. She walks forwards out from underneath Taylor’s tendrils, not even trying to hide her nudity to the assembled people there, drawing stares from the people. Amusing really, since Taylor can feel Shiala’s embarrassment.
 
 “You stand before the old growth, the Thorian. I am Shiala, I speak for the Thorian. What is your purpose here,” Shiala asked to the gathered people.
 
 “You gave something to Saren. Something I need,” it seemed that this Shepard wanted the “Cipher” as well.
 
 “Why should the Thorian listen to you? The Thorian listened to Saren, told it that he was working to save the galaxy from a menace. The Thorian believed him and then he betrayed it, attacked those that served it, and tried to destroy it? Why should the Thorian listen to you now that you are invading it’s home?”
 
 “Whatever you did to those colonists, you are going to release them, now.”
 
 I did nothing, I merely informed them that you were coming and you had made your intentions clear that you were planning to destroy me.
 
 “The colonists acted by their own free will. The Thorian never forced them. They’re actions were deviant from the Thorian’s wishes.”
 
 “Oh yeah? Then why did they attack us? Some compulsion maybe?”
 
 “If by compulsion you mean acting in their own interests,” Shiala retorts dismissively.
 
 “Oh really? What benefits?” Shepard asks, still not convinced.
 
 “Leadership, guidance, mediating disputes, a large menial workforce… pleasure… and it can help prevent indoctrination. At least, for those that will serve it over Exogeni,” suddenly Shepard seems interested. Her face stays the same, but with the spores already inside of Shepard, Taylor can tell that she’s suddenly interested when Shiala mentioned protection from the mind controlling power that Shiala called indoctrination.
 
 “What do you mean it can prevent indoctrination?”
 
 “Saren… I served Matriarch Benezia, she joined with Saren because she wanted to guide him down a gentler path than the one he was making for himself. But Saren is compelling, and Benezia lost her way, as did I. We came to believe his cause and his goals like fanatics, unable to even think of going against them.”
 
 “How was Saren able to do this? I’ve seen his compulsion, we face off with Benezia on Novaria and she seemed to almost be in a trance half the time. What exactly is allowing Saren to be able to control the minds of you, Benezia, and the rest of her followers?”
 
 “Saren has a vessel. An enormous warship unlike anything I’ve ever seen. He calls it Sovereign. It can dominate the minds of his followers. They become indoctrinated to Saren’s will. The process is subtle. It can take days, weeks, but in the end, it is absolute. I was a willing slave when Saren brought me here. He needed my biotics to communicate with the Thorian, to learn its secrets. The Thorian recognized that we were under some kind of compulsion, and suggested that it would take us into itself, in order to secure an alliance. I was selected as the sacrifice.”
 
 “If Saren and the Thorian were in an alliance, why were the Geth trying to destroy the Thorian?”
 
 “The Thorian believes that whatever is influencing Saren, or possibly Saren himself, figured out that the Thorian was planning on cutting off it’s control to us after it managed to break my indoctrination. In either situation, he ordered the Geth to attack the Thorian to destroy it before it could convince others to un-indoctrinate themselves. That and it knows the Cipher. Saren knows you’re searching for the Conduit and you would need the Cipher. So that was another reason to destroy the Thorian.”
 
 “What’s the Cipher? Why would Saren need it? And what do you mean about something influencing Saren?”
 
 “The beacon on Eden Prime gave you visions. But the visions are unclear, confusing. They were meant for a Prothean mind. To truly comprehend them, you must think like a Prothean. You must understand their culture, their history, their very existence. The Thorian was here long before the Protheans built this city. It watched and studied them. When they died, it consumed them. They became a part of it. As for something influencing Saren, I’m not sure myself, but the Thorian seems to think that Saren might also be being controlled by the ship, maybe some AI within it, or something else using the ship to influence Saren. I doubt so but then we differ on that opinion. Either way, Saren turned on the Thorian”
 
 “So the Thorian taught Saren to think like a Prothean? How?” Shiala blushed at Shepards questioning of how. Taylor remembered how, how when Shiala wanted to meld, she used her tendrils to pick Shiala up. Shiala being at first shocked as Taylor used her tendrils to connect them, exploring her every orifice, learning more about her, her culture, her upbringing, all the while, pleasuring her, driving her tendrils into her pussy, her ass, her mouth, everything. It was a faster way of injecting her spores into Shiala, and they connected on a deeper level, letting Taylor feel every pleasurable sensation she was driving into Shiala, making her cum, making her beg for more as she fucked by Taylor’s tentacles. It had been invigorating to do such a thing Taylor found, and hot in a way. Taylor hadn’t thought much on sexual acts since her one time with Brian so many years ago. Her experience with Shiala had been both fun and interesting, though Taylor would have enjoyed a bit of warning that what they were going to be engaged in was the Asari equivalent of a quickie.
 
 “The Cipher is the very essence of being a Prothean. It cannot be described or explained. It would be like describing colour to a creature without eyes. To understand, you must have access to endemic ancestral memory. A viewpoint spanning thousands of Prothean generations. I sensed this ancestral memory, the Cipher, when I melded with the Thorian. Our identities merged, our minds intertwined. Such knowledge cannot be taught; it simply exists.”
 
 “How would I be able to get this Cipher, and how would I be able to protect myself from Saren’s mind control?”
 
 “There are two ways that the knowledge could be transferred to you commander. One way would be that I could transfer the knowledge to you, like I did Saren… the other, would be to let the Thorian do it.”
 
 “And why would I let the Thorian do that over you?”
 
 “Because commander, if the Thorian does it, it can also protect you from Saren’s ship,” The commander was conflicted now. Taylor could see in her mind, thinking the idea over, weighing the pros and cons of the deal. I don’t try to manipulate Shepard, whatever she decided was up to her. If she accepted Taylor’s offer, then Taylor would have an ally that could go and fight Saren for her, and defeat him after Taylor had failed to help release the Turian from his ship’s influence, and be her eyes and ears outside of Feros. If Shepard just accepted Shiala’s offer, then she would still go after Saren, but that would be the end of their arrangement.
 
 “Uh Shepard, you’re not actually considering doing it the Thorian way are you Shepard?” the Turian besides Shepard asks. Shepard looks up at Garrus, Taylor could see Shepard’s thoughts, questioning if she was sane for even thinking of taking Taylor’s, or the “Thorian’s” offer. Even so, Shepard worried, she worried about what might happen to her if she wasn’t able to protect herself.
 
 “Damn, fine. I’ll do it,” Shepard pulls off her various weapons, and passes them to her companions.
 
 “If I turn into a zombie or start praising the Thorian or some shit, get out of here and see if you can’t bombard this place from orbit.”
 
 “Shepard, you do realise that despite the fact that I’m no longer with C-sec, that doesn’t mean I’m not a cop?” Garrus tells her with an amused tone to his voice.
 
 “Are you going to arrest me then, officer?” Shepard jokes.
 
 “I think you’re forgetting about the time that I had to pull over,” Shepard sighs at that.
 
 “No Garrus, I’m not forgetting,” After that they were all silent as Shepard approached the Thorian.
 
 They might want to get back to their ship, Taylor tells Shiala who nods.
 
 “You might want to get back to your ship, this process will take a bit, and if something does happen to your commander, it would be better for you to be on your ship already so you can leave to get help to stop the Thorian,” Shiala informs them. The Quarian, Tali looks over to Shepard as she continues her approach.
 
 “Shepard?” Tali sounds forlorn, as if watching a good friend go off to die. Taylor tries not to focus on that, how… how it sounded like Lisa at the end of it all.
 
 “Go,” Shepard says before turning to her and smiling at both of her teammates, “I’ll be back, I always am,” The two nod before turning and beginning their walk away. Taylor moved her drones that she had been gathering by the entrance of the place away. Shepard had no weapons that Taylor could see, and her teammates would just be spooked by the drones Taylor had gathered up to storm the place if things went pear shaped. As Shepard came forth to just before Taylor’s tendrils, Shiala approached.
 
 “The process is quite invasive. But you’ll enjoy it, I guarantee, I certainly did,” Shiala tells her, placing her hands on Shepard’s shoulders, her bare breasts pressing into Shepard’s back.
 
 “Invasive? Oh...”
 
 “If you want, you can think of it as a gift for fighting off the Geth,” Shepard just seems amused now.
 
 “The things I do for the galaxy,” Shepard begins stripping off her armour, with the assistance of Shiala. It comes off piece by piece, slowly revealing her skinny nubile body, her perky c cup breasts, her toned legs, and her abs. Taylor feels her tendrils grow turgid, and begin to become more active as Shepard strips herself of her armour, Shiala taking time to tease the woman, pinching a nipple here, squeezing her butt there, meanwhile Taylor simply watches and waits. This was simply a mutually beneficial agreement in a way. It would be pleasurable, but there would be other ramifications as well. In a way, they were both doing their job, Taylor was ensuring her survival and the survival of the colonists, while Shepard was ensuring she wasn’t controlled by Saren’s ship.
 
 After Shepard had finished stripping down to nothing, she walked forward underneath Taylor’s tendrils. Taylor wasted no time, her tendrils started to feel Shepard up, while others latched onto the various places where she could grab to both pick up, and immobilize Shepard. Taylor felt Shepard gasp a bit when some of her tendrils began to explore her crotch and nipples. Soon enough though, Taylor was pulling Shepard into her neural node, sucking her in. Then, the fun could begin.
 
 As soon as Shepard was within her, Taylor began to direct her internal tendrils to Shepard, feeling her up, touching her around her holes, while others continued to wrap her up, restraining her further, so she wouldn’t hurt herself. Taylor could feel Shepard was wet, and she found the hot. In Shepard’s mind, Taylor got the sense of images playing in her head, memories of watching something similar happen to various women with some kind of jellyfish alien. Shiala had seen the same porn, and was overjoyed when it was revealed that their quickie was like that.
 
 Were Taylor able to, she would have smiled. So Shepard was something of a xenophile, that made things easier. Taylor could feel how wet Shepard was being made by all of her actions. Taylor teased at Shepard’s holes, and while Shepard could do nothing about her lower holes, she did open her mouth to let the intruder by her mouth in. Taking that for permission, Taylor’s other tendrils entered into Shepard. Shepard moaned as Taylor drove her other tentacles in, exploring her depths before pulling out, and entering back in. Taylor could sense the pleasure that Shepard was in, and Taylor enjoyed the sensation that it was giving her tentacles, as well as the information it was giving her.
 
 Taylor hadn’t yet had the pleasure of enjoying a human, only Shiala. All the rest hadn’t had a need to come to her yet. So this was new. Taylor wrapped some of her tendrils around Shepard’s breasts, squeezing them a bit while suckers latched onto them, suckling at at them while she contined to fuck Shepard. Sheperd herself writhed in Taylor’s iron grip, squirming as she sought to both escape as well as drive herself further onto Taylor’s tendrils. There was no escape from Taylor’s tendrils however as Taylor continued to pleasure the spectre with, consistently finding the places which caused the most endorphins to rush into Shepard’s brain, causing the lustful fire in Shepard to grow more as she lived out one of her greatest fantasies.
 
 Taylor was happy to oblige as the connection between the two of them grew, and Taylor could see more, and knew more about Shepard. In return, Taylor supplied everything she knew about the Protheans, just as she had with Shiala. She brought the knowledge to the forefront of her mind while she had more tendrils slide up the ones that had entered into Shepard, coiling together and entering into her, increasing the size of the penetration, and causing Shepard to moan more as she continued to get fucked.
 
 At the same time, Taylor reinforced her control over Shepard. She had a bit of control from the spores from before, but now Shepard would be hers, not that the other knew it, and not that Taylor ever intended to properly control her. No, Shepard would be her eyes and ears in this. She would inform her of what was going on throughout the galaxy through their connection, and in return, Taylor would protect her from other forms of mind control.
 
 Taylor began to vibrate her tentacles, causing Shepard’s moans to turn into screams as her fingers began to claw at the tendrils, finding them hard and resistant to her short nails. Taylor knew that her eyes had rolled back, and she was going over the edge. Taylor had her over the barrel now, and all it would take would be one more thing to send Shepard over into orgasming. So Taylor shared her own pleasure with Shepard, how the tendrils felt good being shoved into her, how they shivered and sent pleasure through Taylor herself as she fucked Shepard.
 
 Shepard let out an explosive scream, before going limp in Taylor’s tendrils, exhausted from the best fucking she’d ever had in her life. Rather than just dump her onto the cold ground outside of her neural node, Taylor wrapped Shepard in a warm embrace, holding her newest member of her hive tight.
 
 A fine addition.
 
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 An Unfortunate Asari (Mass Effect SI)
 
 Getting stranded on Omega as an Asari? Not good. Accepting the help of a seemingly friendly Batarian? Probably not a good idea, but then I’m desperate and starving. Ending up drugged and with a shock collar that detects attempts to use biotics? Pretty much expected.
 
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 I’m laying on the small varren mattress my master has left me, breathing through the hole in the ball gag that’s shoved in my mouth. I wish I could at least use my arms as a pillow but my new master has them handcuffed behind my back. At least with the blindfold it’s easier to sleep.
 
 Feeling thirsty I push myself up from laying on my varren bed, and hear the heavy chain clinking as I shift around, and it starts to run across my naked blue body. The chain runs over my perky breasts and as it rubs past my nipples I get a small sensation of pleasure. I ignore it as I walk on my knees to where I know the water is. Slowly I lower my body until I feel water touch my lips, and start drinking it through the hole in the ball gag.
 
 Prelo, the Batarian that had helped me the first couple nights in Omega had seemed like an alright fellow. Granted I was suspicious of him, but then I had barely survived my first night out on the Omegan streets, huddled in alleyways and hoping they weren’t occupied by wild varren or vorcha. It had been miserable.
 
 After a few nights however, just as my guard was falling, we shared some Batarian version of coffee, and then next thing I know I wake up with a slave collar round my neck, a ball gag with a hole in it, and a blindfold.
 
 Those three items have been a part of my life since the beginning of my enslavement. They were locked on by a harness that only my master had the codes to, and he only ever unlocked the ball gag when it was feeding time. Otherwise he left it on. The handcuffs however, were new. I hadn’t wanted to have sex last night because he had been being rough with me, so I was sore. He didn’t care and had locked my hands behind my back before giving me a rough fucking and using the handcuffs as handles.
 
 I was still a bit sore down there, but it was going away fast.
 
 Having finished my drink. I lean back up and walk over to my little varren bed, and just sit, my hands going to my nice and big ass, and I lean back a bit, just rubbing my alien pussy lips a bit. Master was always putting things in the water, and I could feel it now as it started going through my system. I’m already getting wet, and I can feel my nipples harden. I suffer in silence however as I lean back some more so I can get a few of my fingers into my hole.
 
 Sure I was sore but then, when I was a human male I would still start jerkin’ my gherkin’ even when it had been rubbed raw, and I had healed a bit over the night. Master had even put some lotion in my pussy after and I even feel better because of it.
 
 Small amounts of pleasure come from my pussy as I try to finger fuck myself with my cuffed hands. I imagine what I must look like. Some blue Asari slut, wearing a metal posture collar with a chain attached to it leading to a wall, a blindfold and ball gag combo added as well. She can’t speak or even shout, she can’t see how lewd she’s being. Her back is arched and her large breasts fully pushed out with hard engorged nipples sticking out. Her hands behind her back, reaching for her pussy which is fully exposed as her legs are spread wide. Drool likely falls down her lips as she tries to touch herself.
 
 I’m quickly brought back from my imaginings as I feel a hand on one of my breasts. I gasp in surprise and draw my fingers back from my tight pussy, but do nothing else as the mysterious person cups my breast and lightly pinches my nipple between two fingers. I hear a chuckle and know instantly that it is my master.
 
 “Enjoying yourself slave?” Knowing better than to lie to my master, I nod my head as I enjoy his touch. Despite enslaving me, he has been gentle with my body, mostly. Sometimes he will fuck me hard over and over until I’m sore, other times he is gentle with me. Physically I enjoy both, mentally, I’d rather escape, despite finding it so hot. He expertly manipulates my nipple in his hand, pinching and rubbing it just enough that any pain I might have felt is overwhelmed by the pleasure I feel flowing through my core.
 
 I feel my breathing slow as I let everything go, and just focus on his hand, playing with my nipple. Despite not being able to see, I close my eyes. I then feel his other hand begin playing with my other nipple in much the same way. Gentle and very pleasurable. I let out a small moan. Despite my situation, I’m glad that my master enjoys playing with my breasts. Asari breasts are just great.
 
 I imagine my master wanting to pierce them, like human women do sometimes. Nice ring piercings so that he could attach things to them, and maybe the piercings would make them more sensitive. That would be nice, and enhance the only good thing about my enslavement. Sure some times it hurt when he was too rough with me, but then, when you were left in an apartment all day with nothing to do but drink water and some food paste, the sex kind of becomes the best thing about the day.
 
 Master pulls his hands from my breasts and I whine, just how he likes it. He finds it amusing and arousing when I act all needy and wanting, not that I wasn’t. Sex was the only fun thing to do. Sure I had felt violated, but the boredom was worse, just being left with my thoughts and contemplations, how my life was all fucked and we were all going to die because of some abominations from beyond the stars.
 
 No, better to lose yourself to mindless pleasure than to worry about other such things.
 
 “Present yourself to me slave.” Master ordered and I did as he asked. I turn around and bend over. I let my large breasts touch the ground as I arch my back to present myself for my master. I remember that this position looks best when fucking people from behind and I don’t want to be sold off to a crueler master than my master, so I do my best to please him as best I can.
 
 “You Asari are all just natural born slaves aren’t you?” I make a series of sounds that I hope sounds like ‘yes master“ as I agree with him. That would probably be the natural place of the Asari were it not for their prothean beacon and the maiden’s and matron’s constant need to breed and be fucked by other species. With their long lives and unworried progression, they would have likely ended up either a technologically inferior species that had spread throughout the galaxy like the Twi’lek of Star Wars, or a subject race of whatever power obtained control over their space. Likely the Salarians since they were the guys who didn’t get the advantage the Asari had in having a prothean beacon to just grab tech from whenever it seemed they were falling behind.
 
 Then I felt my master’s cock begin prodding at my wet lower lips, and I smiled. Sex was always great. It felt amazing, especially when high on aphrodisiac as I was, and would cloud my mind with lust while we fucked. I wanted to lean back and feel him in me, but he hadn’t just started to fuck me so he was likely waiting. Seeing if I was obedient to him or just after my own pleasure.
 
 Not that there was much of a difference for me. Even as a human I had always been extremely subby, finding pleasure in submitting. This was probably why I was okay with essentially being raped every day and why I wasn’t as horrified by my sexual enslavement. Actually… truth be told. I might have even agreed to something like this if my master had just asked. He could have phrased as paying for rent, and I might have agreed.
 
 I let out a long moan as my master finally pushes forward and enters into my tight maiden pussy. His hands grip my ass and he begins fucking me in ernest. Pleasure and pain emanates from my pussy and shoots through me in waves as he fucks my sore snatch. The pain however isn’t so much as it was the night before that it overrides the pleasure. Rather it manages to enhance it as I have to try to focus more on the pleasure.
 
 Master gives my bubble butt a mighty swat as he’s fucking me, and I let out a scream of pain before returning back to the moans of pleasure as he continues to hammer my pussy, slowly getting me close and closer to the edge. I can feel my eyes roll up in my skull as he fucks me. My breath has started going ragged and spit flies from the hole in my gag as I breath through my mouth as well.
 
 Suddenly my master speeds up even faster and starts going deep into my folds with his batarian cock. I moan even louder as he is bringing me closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust. Each thrust is moving me forward just a bit on my varren bed, rubbing my nipples and giving me more points of pleasure to focus on as I reach closer and closer to nirvana as pleasure shoots through my very core every time my master thrusts into me with his amazing cock.
 
 I can feel my arms squirming in their cuffs, wanting to grab onto something but there is nothing but air as I writhed under the ministrations of my master. Then he pulls fully out and shoves his entire divine length all the way in, over and over again I let out another long moan.
 
 “Mathhhther!” I cry out through the ball gag as I feel myself go over the edge and my Asari cunt starts spasming, clamping down on my masters member as he thrusts in one last time. I feel hot cum start spurting out of his cock while my pussy tries to milk him of everything he has. Undulating.
 
 My master falls ontop of me as we are left panting on my varren bed. He chuckles as he snakes his hands underneath me and fondles my big blue breasts once more.
 
 “Even without your mind rape bullshit you whores still cum like anyone else.” Right… the connection or mindsex or whatever that Asari could do. Embrace eternity or something like that? Either way, it wouldn’t have worked anyways, not with the collar, and my master knew it. Why would you want your sex slave getting pregnant anyways unless you had a fetish for that? Just meant another mouth to feed. Or you could sell them, but your slave would become rather high maintenance until it was born, or aborted. Abortions cost money though.
 
 “Yesh Mathher” I say around my gag. I didn’t have anything more to say, and I didn’t have to say anything more. After all,
 
 I was a slave.  


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