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Every Balak has his Day

Chapter One: A Fool’s Bargain

Shepard was on the table feeling very low. She had just thwarted humanities’ last leader from trying to overthrow the Citadel. The council kicked the humans off the council entirely in retaliation. The fact that a human thwarted the coup made no difference. Most of the human c-sec agents that had dominated the group were dead or fired in fear that they were still sleeper agents waiting to cause harm again. All human Spectre’s had their status revoked, except Shepard. Shepard’s only saving grace was that this happened right after Shepard saved the Primarch and that her lover was the current Shadow Broker, who had to use a boatload of favors to even let Shepard stay under the purview of the Council.

She got off the quantum entangler with Admiral Hackett who looked as if he had not slept in days and showed Shepard the minimum war assets needed to even attempt to use the device that Liari T’soni found in the Mars Archive. They were not even close, if they she does not deliver a bump soon the tentative alliance they have will be gone.  

Earth not only lost their top leader, but their top diplomat, that title now rested squarely on the shoulders of Shepard. An Engineer of all things. But perhaps a victory acquired through construction of an ancient weapon needed an Engineer. 

She still needed to get the other races on board. Primarily, the Krogan, Salarian, Asari, Quarian, Batarian, Aria’s groups, and anyone else she could find. It felt hopeless on how she was going to do that and find materials to build the weapon and fight the reapers.

 To top it off someone was killing humans all over the Citadel. She thought it would be a nice distraction to track down the killers on the Citadel. She found someone sabotaged a docking clamp at the Spaceport, poisoning someone else. She tracked it down to an old Citadel code being used that was still active. She decided she would track down the code and catch the assailant in the act.

“Hello Shepard, I was wondering when you would show up.” A Batarian said as he held a pistol at her.

Shepard put her hands up but was only looking for a reason to grab her gun and kill this murderer.

“Ah, don’t do it Shepard. I bring a message from Commander Balak last surviving Hegemon of the Batarian Empire.”  The Batarian said while lowering his gun.

Shepard lowered her arms but did not grab hers but instead leaned back and listened to what the murderer had to say.

“Hegemon Balak, is the highest-ranking officer left in Hegemony. He understands you are looking for ships to build a grand fleet to go against the Reapers.”  The Batarian agent explained.

“I can neither confirm nor deny any wild assumptions you can make to the actions of the alliance. “Shepard says.

“Spare me, we have heard all your conversations with Admiral Hackett. If you are interested in what is left of our fleet to help your cause, come to this terminal in three hours, and do not attempt to involve the authorities or the deals off.” The Batarian said as he walked off.

“Commander Shepard did you find the culprit behind the killings?” A C-sec operator said into her earpiece.

“Yes…. we are letting him go, Specter Authority.” Shepard said as she sighed and weighed the impact of not having the extra capital ships, even if it was just a couple of cruisers, every bit of equipment is needed for this fight.

“What?!” exclaimed the voice.

“Believe me no one is happy about this.” Shepard said and cut off communication.

“EDI can you give me the latest Council Intelligence on the fighting capability of left to the Batarians.”

“Estimated fighting force is above initial calculations, the Batarian fleet had been mostly wiped out or, so it we thought. But reports are now coming in that the Batarians have managed to escape their planet by boarding the older Hensa class cruisers that the Batarians retired but never scrapped. They are older but with the Quarian’s help these ships can be refitted into functional warships again. Commander, this fleet numbers 20 times the Terminus System’s fleet. It might not be a threat to us but could prove invaluable in our fight against the reapers.

“Thank You EDI” Shepard utter back with uneasiness, the report meant that Shepard had to venture into the Lion’s Den to bolster their numbers. Shepard smirked with brimming confidence, overconfidence, if Balak gave her any trouble she would shoot his body back into the next galaxy, like the last time, only perhaps this time she will finish the job Shepard thought to herself.

She had her mindset to not go, but decided she would go with gun drawn this time. The previous time was the last time a Batarian would ever get the drop again. She cocked her gun and made sure it was ready to fire. I just need to keep one alive, she thought to herself.

Batarian Shadow Network intercept of Day 1 Vid transmission.

The Citadel

 Zakeria Ward

Abandoned Warehouse

 Shepard arrived to meet the Batarian leader. The Galactic Alliance she was building was in desperate need of ships, the war was not going well. What she saw on the Turian home world and what she saw on Earth indicated that there was no hope unless she could get every ship she could. Plus, the Batarians had their hands in every black-market operation in the galaxy. If this deal went through, she would get access to weapons and equipment no longer available to the Alliance since the fall of Earth.

In the end, Shepard decided to go by herself for whatever reason. If she had to kill Balak and his crew she did not want her team implicated as they did not have Specter status, and they have been much wearier of her being on the Citadel. The sooner she could get off the station and get war assets the sooner life could return to normal. As she slowly entered a warehouse behind one of the factories, she decided to search the smaller rooms of the abandoned warehouse, as she went down one of the side corridors off the main warehouse floor first. The hallway was littered with rooms. She checked one after another, after another. Whether it was the ridiculous stress of her current situation, or the lack of sleep from the nightmares she suffered, who knew but the longer she searched the more she lost focus.

Shepard got careless in her search. Shepard screamed internally when she felt it, a gun behind her head, before she could turn around ten more Batarians came into view. They already had a bead on her. There were too many. Fuck, there goes my backup plan Shepard thought to herself.

“Hello Shepard, Drop your weapon.” A familiar Batarian voice said.

“Balak!!” Shepard cried out, as she slowly let her gun dangle off her finger and let it hit the floor. She felt other Batarians go behind her and relieve her of her Indira sniper rifle and her Cerberus Harrier.

“Yes, the very same, I said we would meet again. I apologize about taking your guns human but the last time we spoke you left four slugs in my body.” Balak paused before continuing.

“So, I heard you were looking for ships, you wanted to send the last of my people and their hopes against the meat grinder of the Reapers?” Balak said.

Shepard was going to point out that reason he got shot is because the bastard denotated a bomb killing all the scientists.  In the end she chose prudence. She was not here to fight. She, or rather humanity, needed their help. Balak was right and she is asking them to fight a foe that has been killing people by the millions.

“Damnit! Balak we have to work together if we are going to beat the Reapers don’t you see that?  No more games you can get your revenge after we win!” Shepard retorted passionately.

“No, no I do not see that. If you want my ships it is going to cost, you! Spare me your pep talk. We did not have the option of asking for help. Thanks to your kind, human, we were outcast.”

Balak quickly admonished Shepard for trying to rally his sense of community.

“Fine!” Shepard responded in disgust.

“How much? How many credits? You want a new world? What?” Shepard said shrugging her shoulders.

“No.” Balak responded looking at Shepard as if his wheels were turning.

“What then?” Shepard said shakily.

“Put this on your neck and we can talk” Balak said handing Shepard the square piece of metal.

“Wait…I will not” Shepard said before being cutoff.

“Put this on or I will pull the trigger and you die right here and right now, and the Alliance will not get any of our ships. Put this on, and you might walk away from our ordeal with the entire Batarian fleet at your disposal plus all our merc contacts. Plus, access to the Batarian Special Interdiction Force” Balak said with a tone of calculating reason.

“If that is on the table then why play this game?” Shepard asked.

<Click> I will not ask again. You know I do not bluff Shepard. …” Balak said as the room grew quiet,” The Batarians in the empty office of the abandoned warehouse knew this was the part where one side would blink. Shepard thought about firing a bolt from her Omni-tool, but neural shock only worked on one person at a time. An overload blast could only get about three at time. That would leave seven soldiers with clear pre-aimed shots at her body. Plus, Shepard was kicking herself for not upgrading her tech shield when she left for Citadel space. Damnit, I must play along for now, Shepard thought.

“Okay okay!! I will put it on” Shepard said in a tone of resignation.

The collar was a two inch by two-inch piece square piece of metal with a button in the center. Shepard placed the metal on her throat and voluntarily pressed the button. Immediately an orange holographic collar appeared around her neck which forced Shepard to raise her chin.

“Excellent” Balak excitedly proclaimed right before casually pressing his omni-tool and looked on as a holographic leash shot out and attached itself to her collar. Before Shepard could react to the leash one of Balak’s guards grabbed her wrist, slapped a tiny piece of metal and instantly her hands were cuffed behind her back. Great. the collar and the cuffs were already tuned into his Omni-Tool. Shepard thought.

“Happy, Can We talk Nowaa-“Shepard said trying to get her bargaining position back before Balak callously yank the leash to shut her up and started walking towards a door in the back of the office. Shepard stumbled after trying not to fall on her face, especially with her hands cuffed behind her. The door seemed to lead to a hidden corridor on the citadel.

One of the most closely guarded secrets in the galaxy was that a high-ranking Asari Matriarch a few centuries earlier became enslaved on Kar’shan. She divulged the passkey that led to a hidden corridor network in the Citadel. The Asari could not ask the Salarians to track down and deactivate the key as it was one of the secrets, they kept from even the Salarians. Turning it off was not an option, deactivating would tip off many overseer programs at Citadel Tower. They had to just accept the Batarians knew of this backdoor as well.

“Shut up and follow me!”, Balak barked at Shepard. They entered the corridor. Shepard again struggled to keep up to Balak’s pace. She could swear he was walking this fast on purpose. They made it to a hidden alley behind the old marketplace in the destroyed wards of the Citadel. Shepard gasped as it was full of Batarians. The Batarians growled angrily at the mere sight of her. Fuck me Shepard thought to herself.

“Ah you got her!!!! The Bitch that promised she would take you down when I let her go over Terra Nova!! I lost two eyes because of you bitch!!!!!”

Charn said pointing to his two eye patches over his face.

Shepard took a step back, and realized who she was speaking to.

“Ah yes…a penalty for betraying me on that mission.” Balak stated flatly. He followed up his words with a cold look to Charn.

“You were going to kill an entire planet!” Shepard cried out defensively.

“Like you did on Bahak System!!” Another Batarian yelled out. “Yeah… you killed my wife!!!” another yelled out. The Bahak System, it always comes back to the Bahak System, the last two years that was pretty much all she thought about. Shepard felt emotionally injured as she became at a loss for words when confronted with the righteous indignation of the Batarians in the room.  They had a legitimate grievance with her. They would never accept she did it to save them from the Reapers. Especially now, the Reapers still came and attacked their planet first no less. She felt that she had committed genocide for no reason. Shepard had a very uneasy feeling about this. She felt an enormous weight of guilt build up on her shoulders, it was clouding her thinking. What Balak said next woke her up from her own pity party in her head.

“Strip her!” Balak yelled out with menace.

Shepard eyes got wide, and guns be damned Shepard went to attack Balak.

“The fuck you will Arrrrrggghgh!!!!!”

Shepard lowered her head to headbutt the Batarian when the collar came to life. Shepard yelled out in pain as the collar erupted with electrical current. The shock came so intensely that it caused Shepard to grab for the collar only to be shocked harder when her hand met the collar. She screamed as she crumbled down to the floor in agony. Shepard writhed on the floor in intense pain as Balak let the current go through her body for about a good two minutes.

The attack left Shepard crying profusely in agony. Unbeknownst to them this triggered a severe PTSD memory from her childhood. Memories of her parents on Mindior started flooding her head. She felt vulnerable again, wanting to hide in the cubby hole her parents put her end so the slavers would not find her. She had a fear of Batarians ever since she was a child.

“Want to go again?” Balak said.

“No” Shepard panted out as she tried to catch her breath.

“Sir…No Sir…Say it again” Balak added.

“Go fuck your Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggh!!!!!!!!!!” Shepard growled back before the collar erupted with energy again as Balak let the electric tendrils do their work.

Balak let it go on this time for three minutes this time. The pain was so inhumane and intense that Shepard was openly drooling by the time it was done. She could barely feel her tongue as it went numb.

“Want to go again?” Balak asked with his finger ready to press his Omni-Tool once more.

“No….pwease..no Arrrrrggghh!!!” Shepard blabbered out.

Balak still not satisfied with her answer activated the collar again this time for four minutes. By the time it was done Shepard was convulsing and crying profusely on the floor. The poor Specter was writhing in agony much to the delight of her captors.

“Would you like to go again?” Balak asked.

“No...Sir….Sir…sir..ppppwease…no…more..sir…sir” Shepard said over and over again.

“Good, now that we got that established. I need you to strip” Balak said.

Shepard, with tears in her eyes meekly nodded and let the Batarians to undo her armor.

“I need you acknowledge what I tell you whore” Balak said.

“Yes…..Sir….” Shepard said slowly as she gingerly went to remove her shirt.

“Yes, Sir what?” Balak barked.

“Yes, Sir I will let them strip me.” Shepard said, still stuttering from the attack she had just suffered.

“Good, you see, if we are going to be military allies it is good to get to know the Hegemony’s military protocols. We must make sure you have the best discipline.” Balak mocked. The Batarians in the room chortled in sadistic glee.

“Yes, show her how we do things Commander!” A Batarian said from the group on the other side of the room.

Shepard glared as they slid off her boots and then cut off her shirt with small energy blades. The guard behind her was much more intimate. He deliberately molested her when he reached around her hips, unzipped her underpants, and pulled them down her ankles before slicing them to shreds between her feet. They kept going until she was down to her bra and underwear.

The guards were teasing the crowd as if Shepard was the final unwrapping of some great surprise. They spun Shepard around in front of Balak. Shepard could do little as she was cuffed and collared but to endure the indignity of being ogled in her underwear.  Then after a brief moment of fun the Guards ripped off Shepard’s panties and sliced her bra off her body until she stood in front of Balak with no clothes, leashed to a collar and cuffed with her hands pinned behind her back. 

“Holy Shit Gorn, she is built perfect, are you sure she is not the genetically perfect one?” Someone barked out from the back of the crowd.

“Sure, looks like juicy piece of fuckable meat that’s for damn sure, for a human.” Charn barked out.

“Stop acting like you do not like humans Charn!” A Batarian next to him yelled out. The group erupted in joyous laughter.

“Turn around…Let us see” Balak softly.

“Yes Sir” Shepard said as she blushed profusely turning slowly showcase her body to her Batarian torturers.

“Do you recognize these men?” Balak asked.

“I recognize your man Charn…the others…” Shepard gave a face of indifference and made as much of a shrug as she could muster with her arms bound behind her back.

“Ah…just as well. Most of those men have bullet wounds from your own gun when you interrupted our mission on Terra Nova. Every one of them were sent to Alliance Prison Planet after I escaped. They would have stayed that way if we did not negotiate for their release on a prisoner exchange program that the Alliance gave us after you massacred everyone our citizens in the Bahak System.

Shepard was about to say something but bit her lip to stop her from making this worse.

“Before we give you command over our fleet, we need to make sure there is no bad blood between us. I need you to offer to make up for what you put them through.” Balak said. Shepard could not hold it in any longer. The Bahak system was one thing but what they did on Terra Nova was inexcusable.

“Bastards! You were trying to kill a planet. I am not negooooooooooti!!! AAAAARRRRRRRRRggghhhhhhh!!!!”

Shepard attempted to yell out defiantly to the Batarians in the room. Her argument was cut short by Balak’s omni-tool. She suffered in pure agony until the pain was too much and she slowly lost consciousness before it all went black.

Balak let it go for five minutes this time, ignoring Shepard’s pleas and the fact she passed out. When it stopped Shepard was spasming involuntarily as she lay unconscious on the ground. Balak looked down and grinned.

“Oh no we cannot have that. Give me the punishment gel” Balak said to his compatriots. A loud sadistic laughter overcame the room, but then again if anyone spent any amount of time with Batarians, you know their default setting was set to Sadistic.

Balak took what looked like a simple medi-gel pack and administered it to Shepard.

It took about three seconds then Shepard’s eyes shot wide open and screamed at the top of her lungs in pain.”AAAAAAHHHH!!!!! Fuck!!!! What is this!!!!!”

“Cannot have you sleeping on your duties, got to make sure you are strong enough to fight beside” Balak said as the room erupted in sadistic glee.

“It burns it burns it burns!!! Holy Shit it burns!” Shepard screamed out as she was trying to jump out of her own skin.

“Ah to make sure you fight harder to stay awake slut. If you pass out…this is how you will be waking up!!  Understand?  Cannot have you avoiding our generous lessons in discipline.”, Balak barked down to her while jabbing the toe of his boot into her ribs to make sure she was getting the message.

Shepard wheezed and heaved trying to catch her breath, nodded fervently. As the burning sensation finally abated Balak’s guards moved her hands from being cuffed behind her back to in front of herself.

“Now you are going to start, right here, right now, making it up to my men the physical harm you caused them. Balak ordered methodically.

Shepard slowly rose off the floor. Shepard face was washed in a demeanor of resignation. She submissively nodded slowly in affirmation towards Balak. She knew better than to defend herself against that accusation now, and she never wanted to feel the burn of that horrific wake medicine she was given again.

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghghghgh Fuuuuuck!!!” Shepard once again was hit with the collar and fell to the floor. Balak this time let it go for four minutes.

After four minutes was up Shepard was weeping openly now, which caused the entire room to erupt in laughter.

“Why??” in a hurt tone. Shepard genuinely did not know what she did wrong.

Balak sighed annoyed. “Slut, you did not acknowledge my orders, nor did you address me as Sir!!! Now, repeat what I asked to do, you always acknowledge my orders from now on and you will address me as Sir for now or the pain setting of that collar is all you will be feel until you do “Balak said flatly.

“Yess s<sob> s<sob> sir…. “I will <sob>make it up to them” Shepard cried out between intense sobs. Her aching body forced her to get off the ground gingerly. As if she could preserve a modicum of dignity Shepard put her hands to her eyes to attempt to wipe the tears from her eyes. Her body now was almost balled up as she stood. A submissive posture of fear.

“Is that so, what are you going to offer, human” Balak asked her. This caused Shepard to get a confused look on her face and then she looked down at the ground and utter meekly,

“I…um..I can give their Citadel privileges back sir” Shepard said stuttering. Balak face upon hearing Shepard’s gift to his men was the epitome of anger and disappointment rolled into one.

“How about that, boys? Shall we let the bullets shots into your bodies and the torture you endured in prison go? You know let bygones be bygones so we can lose all our credits at Purgatory?” Balak said angrily riling up the men in the room even more. Shepard felt like a fool now for even suggesting that as reparations when framed the way Balak put it.

“Hell No!!!” Cried out Charn.

A chorus of angry groans followed indicating their disdain for such an offer.

“She insults us Balak!!!!” One of the Batarians in the back screamed. It seemed her offer just made this situation worse.

Shepard pattered on her feet nervously as she winced without being hit or shocked. Shepard was expecting punishment for angering the Batarians. This action caused Balak smile to widen ear to ear.

There was a reason Batarians practiced slavery. They were better at it than perhaps any race in the galaxy. The domination achieved by Batarians on their captives was a thing of legend around the galaxy. No one wanted to be captured by their slavers and no one ever wanted to visit any of their worlds for fear of being under control and becoming one. In fact, about 99 percent of the alien lifeforms in their home world were either slaves or prisoners. 

“I…don’t know sir!” Shepard admitted in resignation. The commander broke down into tears and raised a foot off the ground tentatively and positioned her body to brace for another jolt from Balak.

It never came. Balak walked up to Shepard and stared down at her with all four solid black eyes. “You don’t know? Well, my slut, it is good thing I am here to teach you.”  Balak said as he looked into her eyes waiting for a response that never came.

“What nothing? You do not sound very grateful slut.” Balak said as he hovered his hand over his Omni-tool and looked at her.

Shepard’s eyes grew wide as she saw him about to hit the button again and she blubbered out, “Thank You For teaching me Sir!!!!”

Balak laughed slightly and responded with, “That is it now. You are getting it, I will not stay my hand this time, next time, however.”.  Balak turned his back to Shepard, who had been so thoroughly overwhelmed did not think to try and attack him, whether it was from recovering from the collar attacks, failing to even land a punch earlier, or it was as simple as not having a weapon, or perhaps it was vulnerability caused being naked in front an entire team of Batarians. In the end none of it mattered.  Shepard wanted to cover herself, shaking in the center of the room, but her attention was on Balak completely as he sauntered onto a space about twenty meters away.

“Come here slut” Balak called out.

“Yes Sir!” Shepard started to respond softly hoping no one would hear, but the distance needed to yell it back made it necessary to say it loud, in the she ended up shouting the response back. The room again laughed.

Shepard sighed and dejectedly started to slowly and casually walk over to Balak when she got hit with another jolt of electricity from her collar,”FFFFUcccckckk yo-----”

Shepard screamed as tried to grab her collar only have the collar shock her hand. Balak let her experience the pain for only a minute this time, the time it took for Shepard to crumple to the floor once more. As she recovered, he stood upright with his hands crisscrossed behind his back like a lecturing drill sergeant.

“You are to hurry as fast as you can to any order given, slut. In the Batarian Navy we do not tolerate laziness.” Balak barked. The people in the room were getting a kick out of the roleplay Balak attached to the normal domination procedures.

“Yes Sir!” Shepard said as she forced herself on the ground grunting and hurried over to Balak standing up straight. Balak realized she had a rote response to military training. He would keep that in mind for later.

Balak grinned at the instinctive reaction to treating this like the military.

He did not maintain the play for long this time, however. He looked at her as all four of his eyes narrowed and spoke.  

“Turn Around. Face them!” He ordered.

Shepard again felt shame in her nakedness and turned around towards the Batarians. She instinctively tried to cover herself up.

Balak became visibly annoyed at Shepard and grabbed both her cuffs and raised them above her head until he pulled them back far enough so they behind her head.

“Clasp your hands inside of each other, bitch!” Balak growled.

Shepard gasped, she felt even more naked as she interlocked her fingers into each other. The caused her to be completely exposed to the entire Batarian contingent. Shepard breasts were much bigger in person than what they look like behind the bras she wears.

“Holy hell she is a well-built human, Commander” One of the Batarians said to Balak.

“Indeed, she will be a very valuable ally.” Balak bragged, which prompted laughter all the way into the hallway. Shepard blushed with embarrassment. Worse, she was getting excited by being forced to expose herself in this manner.

“Now, let’s - oh your skin feels really good Commander” Balak cut himself off as his hands felt the inside of Shepard’s thighs.

“Come on widen those legs, to here” Balak said as he banged his foot against her ankles to get her to widen her stance. A position that thrusted her chest for all to see and exposed her sex, which had a thin strip of red hair.

“Good now let’s teach them how to salute.” Balak said referring to her nipples. He reached forward and grasped Shepard’s right nipple and pinched it until it started to point. He repeated the process with the other side.  

Shepard let out a moan and immediately regretted it as the crowd started to make lewd comments on how she enjoys this, that she is a natural slut, others were calling out lewd suggestions on what to do with her, one was to give her to a band a vorchas other want her bred by varrens. She was happy none of the suggestions were taken seriously.

He then he caressed her hair to pull it out of her face, and with a more forceful gesture grasped the back of her neck.

“Do not dare break posture slut.” Balak said as he leaned forward and started to pull a long slow kiss from Shepard’s lips. Shepard turned an even darker shade of red as she was confused on her body could be enjoying this. She felt terrified to move but was becoming extremely confused.

“That was nice Shepard, you are good kisser, let’s see how good of a slut you are?” Balak said leaning back to his compatriots with a bemused expression on his face. Without warning he thrusted his hand downward to her sex and slid a finger inside of it back and forth. Balak smirked as he withdrew his finger from her nether lips and held it in front of Shepard. It was glistening with her juices. Balak then made her humiliation public when he showed his finger to the crowd. Shepard wanted to go and hide and run away from this place as she felt an inch tall from the embarrassment. She had just moaned at her debasement and now was being publicly outed for becoming wet as a river by it.

Everyone knew the answer to the question Balak was about to ask but that was not why he was asking it; it was to shame and humiliate her nemesis.

So, slut you tell me is my finger wet or dry?” Balak said but before she could answer, he promptly slid his finger into her mouth. She instinctively wrapped her lips around it.

“Go on suck on it and tell me.” Balak said.

Shepard with her hands clasped behind her head, was forced to suck the Batarian’s finger.

Then while Shepard sucked his finger Balak pulled his finger out of her mouth and smirked back at Shepard, he was making a show of this and like Shepard he had the crowd on his finger.

“So, tell us slut, was it dry or wet?” Balak asked again.

Shepard began to hesitate, not wanting to embarrass herself further. She thought better of it when she saw Balak reaching for his Omni-tool again.

“It was wet…. Sir!” Shepard desperately answered head down in a dejected tone and quickly added Sir after realizing she was about to have the living crap shocked out of her if she did not add that one damn word.  Why did this fucking collar have to hurt so much? Shepard cursed to herself inside her head.

“Good so does that make you a warrior or a slut?” Balak asked as his face got a deadly look of seriousness to it.

“A sl slut sir…” Shepard lowered her head in shame blushed hard at the admission. Shepard did not know why she answered that question without a fight. Perhaps it was as simple as she did not want to get shocked again, or it could be that could not deny the evidence in Balak’s hand. Nor could anyone else in the room. Her body was very aroused.

“You hear boys she has accepted the rank of Batarian Slut. Very well we accept your proclamation of service and will allow you to inspect our ships, after the inspection and after we are certain you can help, we will join your alliance. “Balak announced.

“I do not understand…Sir!” Shepard said almost forgetting to add the Sir at the end.” Shepard said confused and humiliated.

“Do not worry about that right now. Ok, Slut what how do you suppose a slut would say to make it up to them?” Balak asked.

“I…do….do not know Sir. “Shepard said not liking at all where this was going,

“Well first thing is first you need to get down to your knees otherwise no one will believe you are giving a genuine offer. “Balak said while patting Shepard’s head.

“Damn You Balak…” Shepard said as she glared at the Batarian while lowering herself to her knees.”

“No keep your thighs spread, sluts do not close their legs, do they? Balak asked.

“No Sir…. Sluts do not close their legs.” Shepard said as she slowly spread them to the same width they were when she was standing up.

“Good now Slut…. I want you to beg them to let you suck their superior cocks.” Balak ordered.

“The fuck I will!  I will never do it you sadistic fuck!” Shepard screamed out in defiance. With her defiant roar Shepard announced her intent to go down on this hill. No fucking way will she entertain this any further. These scumbags were going to have to kill her. Shepard thought to herself.

Three hours later……

Shepard was breathing heavily, her entire body was covered in thick layer of sweat, her hair was matted down and her eyes were wide open almost as if she was waiting for something bad to happen.

Balak might not have shown it to Shepard directly, but inside he had just developed an unmatched respect and unbridled lust for the Commander. A metamorphosis from Revenge to longing desire.

Shepard’s demonstration of her mental fortitude was the sexiest thing he ever witnessed. Every slave he has ever broken, even temporarily, did so much earlier than this. Much Earlier. The level of pain Shepard had just endured was freakish. It should not have been possible. In fact, if he retold what just happened many Batarians would not believe him. Especially because she was wearing the highest-powered Batarian slave collar on her neck. Even the most defiant slaves on Kar'shan wore collars with only half the voltage this collar put out. Even then they broke way before Shepard. The amount of pain she just endured was far beyond the capacity of any human he ever encountered. The Batarians around them were silent. Balak feared he almost killed her last session. Indeed, for the first time probably in documented history, the Batarians in the room actually developed empathy for the person they were torturing. They all looked on with genuine concern as the body of Shepard appeared limp.

A couple of seconds of remorse might have crept in. The reality was much more intoxicating. Their empathy ended the moment they realized she lived to be tormented more. A fact that fed their pent-up overriding lust.

To Batarians, the non-stop screams of a Shepard being tortured for this duration, changed her in the eyes of captors. Now, to the Batarians she was the most gorgeous woman in the world performing the most erotic strip tease ever. The sounds of Shepard waking up and yelling out over and over,” I will be a good girl, I will be a good girl…please no more…I will behave!” was the icing on the cake. Shepard's words caused a few Batarians in the crowd to cum right in their pants. Batarians were the perfect sadists, plain and simple. If Shepard realized what she did with her ridiculous display of defiance and endurance she would have never disobeyed one single order. To the Batarians she just exponentially increased her value to them.

In a short time, she went from hated enemy to over-the-top sex symbol they wanted to fuck into absolute oblivion. They would never let her go now. Shepard just became the most valuable sex slave of all time.

Shepard felt it in their remarks towards her, she knew unbridled lust when she saw it, even when the eyes were aliens. To the slave connoisseur which all Batarians were, she was a Pegasus and a Unicorn wrapped into one. A reviled enemy that had a fighting spirit second to none and a body that was more than desirable.

“Now Shepard, do you want me to teach you how to make it up to these brave men here? So, we can maintain our alliance. “Balak asked with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Please tell me...Sir “Shepard spat right out not wanting to be tortured anymore. She was not even thinking now. It was her instinctual fear speaking for her now. Shepard was to the point she would say anything to get out of this situation.

“Good, now that you are in your proper position. I need you to get down on your knees. Do not close your legs, keep them apart. do not unclasp your hand. You must simply kneel.” Balak explained.

Shepard slowly went down to her knees.” Yes Sir.”

Balak knelt and whispered something to Shepard’s ear. Shepard whispered something back. This went on for about five minutes. When they were done Balak gave Shepard a pat on her head. He then started speaking normally again.

“Good now I want you to explain how sorry you are. Exactly the way I told you and you will do anything during your stay here to make it up to them.” Balak reminded.

“Dear Sirs, I am so sorry for the horrible wrong I have done to you when I interrupted your patriotic mission to Terra Nova, I am willing to do anything to start to make it up for you.” She called out from her knees with her hands behind her head. Shepard eyes betrayed the tone of her voice. She did believe a single word was a defeat to her psyche of the highest order. Shepard was genuinely terrified of the collar activating again.

“Good now open your mouth and keep it open until I tell you can close it.” Shepard looked back at Balak was about to say something but in the end opened her mouth and looked straight ahead on her knees.

"Just stay like that," Balak growled, his hand unzipping his pants in one swift motion. Shepard's body tensed as she heard the zipper slide down, her mind racing with fear and disgust. But before she could react, Balak's massive cock was out and he was grasping her hair, forcefully pulling her forward until it was lodged in her mouth.

Shepard's eyes widened at the size of his member, struggling to keep from gagging as he warned her not to bite with a cruel smirk. She felt violated and powerless as he thrust his cock into her mouth, forcing it deeper and deeper until she could barely breathe. She tried to cry out but all that came out were muffled sounds as she desperately gasped for air through her nose.

"You're nothing but a slut now," Balak sneered, increasing his pace causing Shepard's face to turn red with lack of oxygen. The sound of her gagging and choking echoed through the room as Balak took what he wanted without any regard for her well-being.

Through teary eyes, Shepard saw other Batarians gathering around them, some smirking with satisfaction while others seemed uncomfortable with what they were witnessing. But Balak did not care about their opinions - all that mattered was dominating this human who dared challenge him.

Finally, he finished inside her mouth and pulled out, leaving Shepard coughing, and gasping for breath as she spit up a glob of cum onto the floor. She pleaded for mercy, begging to be released, but Balak only grew more aroused by her submission.

"Pathetic," he spat, ordering her back into position as he pointed to the crowd of Batarians. "They demand your service, so give it to them or I'll shock you into oblivion."

Shepard could feel tears streaming down her cheeks as she obeyed him, knowing that there would be no escape from this nightmare. She couldn't believe how turned on she was by being dominated and humiliated like this; it disgusted her but also excited her in a way she never knew possible.

Her mouth was forced open again, this time by Charn who brutally skull fucked her with no regard for her well-being. She could feel the tears mixing with saliva on her face as he finished and wiped his cock across her cheek in a final act of degradation.

As more Batarians took their turn with her, Shepard's spirit broke even further until all that was left was a less of a warrior, submitting to their every demand. And deep down, she knew that she liked it.

Two Hours Later….

Several Batarians snapped pictures to memorialize this event. Shepard face was covered in Batarian cum. She tried wiping it off her face but quickly shocked. She was told she had to wear any cum sprayed on her body and thank the warriors that gave her said cum.

With tears of humiliation Shepard meekly responded, “Thank You sirs for giving me your cum” Shepard said with a full mouth of sperm before swallowing. The Batarians chortled all around her insults of her current predicament.

Shepard was lifted off the ground and the group all left the alleyway.

Shepard was led to a nearby air taxi naked and dripping with Batarian Spunk. Fortunately, the cab driver was another one of Balak’s agents. All the same Shepard was made to pay for the fare with her mouth. The cab driver was more than satisfied and pleased to take her payment. Shepard swallowed his entire load.

Balak said mockingly towards Shepard, “My slut is getting much better at using your mouth. We will have plenty of time to improve your skills. Shepard panted, catching her breath. She barely saw Balak’s hand moving towards his Omni-tool in time.

“Thank You Sir” Shepard barely got out in time. Balak growled a little bit.

“Bitch…you just got so lucky.” Balak said.

Shepard gave a smirk for the small victory she won. They dropped her off at one of the commercial docking bays. It was a smaller Batarian Naval Vessel, a military cargo ship to be exact.  The Batarians were on all sides of her, their larger frames obscured Jane from any onlookers. Most people avoided contact with Batarians walking in groups. She was kidnapped in plain sight, and no one cared. Why would they, Reapers were overrunning the entire galaxy. No one was in the mood to pick a fight with Batarians to see who became their latest victim.

Chapter Text

 Chapter II 

Shepard’s Tour of Duty

One Hour Later…

Batarian Cargo Ship Calag

Interlude in Balak’s Cabin.

Balak made it a point to pull the cum covered commander throughout the small frigate. Crewmen ogled and gawked at their leader’s newest conquest. Most grinned at the cut body of Commander Shepard. Balak took possession of one of the cabins on the Frigate. Shepard realized that her tormentor was the highest-ranking officer on any ship he embarked on in the Batarian Fleet.

“You have proven your point, Balak, I am sorry…Sir. But every second here makes it more likely the Reapers will get to other populations.” Shepard said.

“You fought “A” reaper; you killed a baby reaper. You saw how easy they captured your planet. I have not seen anything to prevent that from happening. But I do owe you and I absolutely intend to pay you back before we both go to our certain doom.” Balak said to Shepard who was crestfallen when she saw the despair in his eyes. She would have to endure until she was off then she would take this fleet and add it to hers.

“Get your ass in that shower and rub this all over your body, NOW!” Shepard grits her teeth as Balak's voice echoes through the room. She glances at the display he's pointing to and sees the vessel’s time device counting down. With a surge of panic, she sprinted towards the shower, knowing every second counts. The cold water hit her skin like stinging needles as she frantically rubed the substance all over herself, desperate to meet Balak's impossible deadline. Time seems to slowed down as she raced against the clock, heart pounded with fear and determination.

As she moved her hands, a surge of warmth spread through her body like a soothing massage. The sensation seemed to flow from her fingertips and seep into her skin, enveloping her in a cocoon of pleasure. Every nerve ending tingled with the pleasant heat, making her feel alive and invigorated. She couldn't help but revel in the warm embrace, feeling as if she were being embraced by the sun itself. She could not let out a soft pant as her pussy tingled slightly.

Shepard cleaned herself and quickly dried herself with the air vents and padded herself back into the main cabin. Balak was lying down on the bed with his teeth bared.

“Oh, that is it, bitch. Now I want you to walk across to that wall and extend your arms and place your palms flat against that wall.” Balak growled out pointing to the far wall.  

Shepard shivered and looked across to the wall and padded slowly to the wall as she bent forward to place her hands against the wall. Automatically, assuming the position to thrust her ass out to Balak.  Shepard tensed up expecting another shock or whip or something incredibly painful only to bet met with the slow caress of Balak’s clawed hand raking lightly across her stomach and hip. Shepard’s breath quickened at the soft touch of her nemesis touching her.

“You have lovely skin, slut. You are a gorgeous specimen. I am never going to get tired of your pleasures.” Balak said softly as he continued his slide down her body before snaking his hand around to slid his caress to the inside of her thighs.

Shepard tried to fight against the pleasurable sensations and not give her tormentor the satisfaction. She stopped herself from answering Balak. Balak noticed this conflict on her face and let out a patronizing chuckle.

“Do you know what a Karsh’on Pleasure snake is?” Balak asked smirking ear to ear as he slid his hand over her sex.

“I am sure you going to show me your pleasure snake, Sir” Shepard responded in annoyed tone, as if what he uttered was entirely juvenile.

“Well, it is a worm not a snake, and they are native of our planet, this one bred to be specific to my cock.” Balak said as he withdrew his hand from Shepard’s sex to open a container.

“Did you say worm…Sir?” Shepard asked confused as she realized he was being literal and not using crude innuendo. She tried to snake her head around to see what was going on behind her.

“Eyes front!” Balak barked. Shepard’s tormentor then took a container of something and pressed it harshly over Shepard’s lips.

“Drink, slut.” Balak ordered to which Shepard immediately let him pour it down her mouth. It tasted very good. She whimpered slightly from the euphoric sensations kissing her senses right now.

Balak watched closely as Shepard obediently drank the fluid from the container. It was filled with a potent aphrodisiac, but he didn't want her resisting too much. That would ruin the surprise of introducing her to his personal pet worm. He smirked, seeing her whimper slightly upon tasting it, but she quickly swallowed every drop. The potion would have her craving his touch and pleading for more soon enough.

"Now remember my little slut," he whispered menacingly in her ear, running his sharp claws up and down her spine as he positioned her against the wall. He moved closer, still clothed in his uniform, his hard cock poking against her ass cheek. His pheromones filling the small space between them - musky and pungent, causing her to shudder involuntarily. "You belong to me."

He leaned into her ear again, his hot breath sending shivers down her neck as he spoke. "I hope you're ready for what comes next."

Shepard tried to fight back tears of humiliation and desperation as Balak's hand slid up her leg once more, reaching between them both. She braced herself for pain or shocks or other horrible sensations... but instead felt only fingers slipping inside of her soaked folds. She gasped softly when they touched her clit and started to rub gently in circles, causing shivers of pleasure to course through her entire body.

"What...what are you doing?" she managed to ask between gasps for air and moans of pleasure that she couldn't suppress anymore.

"Introducing you to my Karsh'on, pleasure snake." he purred into her ear again, his hot breath sending chills down her spine despite the warm sensations of her loins.

Six hours later…

“Oh fuck damnit!!! I am cumming again, Master!” Shepard screamed out at the top of her lungs. The crewman walking by Balak’s cabin looked on shocked as he saw a Shepard on her knees having her brains fucked out from behind by Balak. The Batarian had Shepard’s arms trapped in an armbinder which was currently being pulled taut by Balak as he pounded into her and forced her upright by her bound form. Shepard for her part was caked in sweat and her toes curled hard as she was being worked over by the Batarian.

Six hours later….

A Batarian Naval officer was ushered in at Balak’s insistence to his cabin. What greeted him made all four of the young officer’s eyes widen in anticipation. A naked Shepard with her arms were tied around each other behind her back. A glowing orange leash jutted out from her collar around a ring bolted into the floor with barely enough slack. The collar and leashed forced Shepard to bend over with her ass exposed to everyone in the room. The specters ass had a deep red hue from being spanked and whipped from hours on end.

“Sir, Captain Carak said we have about a day until we arrive at the secret staging area.” The Batarian barked at Balak.

Balak cursed inside his head as he wished that the lowly crewman would have had a modicum of protocols. But with the lion share of Batarians under the Reaper’s thumb, he had to take what he could get. Balak smirked as his people reacted very well from being basically wiped out by an invincible enemy. Still, he needs to keep up morale…

“Say have you ever whipped an alliance officer before?” Balak asked with a grin on his face. Balak smirked as he walked over to the subordinate and whispered something in his ear Batarian laughter erupted from behind Shepard who tried to turn around to see the officer.

“Turn the hell around slut!” Balak ordered. Shepard quickly turned around. The other crewman eyes widened followed by his grin.

“Here boy, take this my arms are getting sore. I am going to get some more Ambrosia. Remember what I told you.” Balak ordered before exiting the cabin.

Two hours Later…

Balak returned to his cabin a smirked what greeted him. Shepard was still tied with her arms behind her back but her face was full of the lad’s cock. He was in the process of whipping Shepard’s tits while he pumped in and of her mouth at a steady pace. The slurping sound of the suction of Shepard’s lips decorated the room rather nicely. A crewmate walking down the corridor behind Balak chortled when he saw their enemy sucking the crewman’s cock. Balak did not have to wait long as a soft moan from the Batarian was heard before a copious amount of cum shooting into Shepard’s mouth. Shepard made it worse by moaning as she tried to swallow of the Batarian’s spunk only to fail and have it spill off her chin.

The rest of the night entirety of the Ship’s crew got to sample Shepard’s mouth. Balak made it a point to alternate between having Shepard swallow to having the men give her some new makeup. When every crewman had their turn, he let her go to sleep. One of the reasons the Batarian’s journey was taking so long was that Balak wanted to stop by one of the supply caches for their military they had hidden around the galaxy. A necessity when operating as a rogue race for decades. After reaching the supply cache one of the men came back with clothing that was not Shepard’s favorite but it was better than being naked and bound.

The next few days were a blur of Balak’s twisted pleasure. He kept her in his cabin for the remainder of the journey, having her learn new techniques and punish her when she failed. Shepard was given no respite from his lecherous behavior, though he wasn’t entirely unkind either.

During their time together, all the while Shepard fasted and slowly became more submissive to Balak’s commands. She now had to repeat every humiliating word her Master came up with to refer to herself , no matter what it was, and if she didn’t comply quickly enough, she would be given a harsh punishment. The crew whispered behind their hands about what happened in Balak’s cabin each night, though none dared to speak up for fear of getting into trouble.

When they finally arrived at their destination, most of the crew went about their duties without saying much about Shepard or what had happened during the voyage. Meanwhile, Balak took her back to his quarters and promised to keep her close until she finished her tour of duty.

Internal Vid Transmission 2 :From Balak, Ruling Hegemon

Shepard’s inspection of the Batarian Navy.  

Commander Jane Shepard’s Tour of the Batarian Fleet.

The Vana

Batarian Battle class Frigate

Shepard had been brought on board and was taken by Balak to distinguished guest quarters on the aft side of the ship. She had no idea where they were as it had been about five hours since they left the Citadel and she was sure they used a relay. The group that she serviced with her mouth earlier had for the most part disappeared. Balak and Charn and couple of the guards that subdued her were here but they were not part of the frigates crew. Understandably she figured there should be about 50 to 60 people crewing this vessel. Balak explained as he led her naked covered in cum through the ship that ship only had about 20. Shepard knew that it was running three shifts at skeleton crew capacity. With only 20 men they each took a shift as part of the skeleton crew. With only 20 men it meant that there was not room for people to get sick or rotate off days, there were no days off or sick days with those numbers. The Batarians eyed Shepard like she was on a menu. In a way she was, Balak made it point to give her a tour of the whole ship with Captain introducing all the current crew.

The next morning the crew all fell silent. For before them was the sight of Shepard tied up with her hands above her head and legs spread apart. The Commander’s butt and backside and the crisscross marks of a freshly whipped back.  “Yes my brothers, this slut is waiting her daily dose of Batarian Ichor. Who wants to apply her daily dose?” Balak asked the crew.

It is my ship I will get first honors!” The captain of the ship declares. The crew cheered. Shepard thought they were making a euphemism for Batarian semen. Unfortunately, she thought wrong. The captain grabbed a jug from a compartment near the bridge. Shepard looked curious as the crew grew silent. The captain looked Shepard in the eye as he poured the jug into his hand. The substance was clear and viscous like some sort of body oil. There was this glitter like substance inside of it that told her otherwise. The captain smirked without saying a word placed the hand on her right breast. The Batarian looked Shepard directly in the eye. Shepard inadvertently let out a soft moan. The captain took his thumb and rubbed the body oil into her right nipple. He then alternated between her right and left nipple. By the time the captain Shepard was moaning more audibly. Jane was blushing bright red as she was obviously getting incredibly worked up. The oil felt so warm and nice. She felt almost euphoric.

The video shifts to 14 hours later.

A group of Batarians were resting in the crew quarters all looking in a certain direction. Then Balak came into view and the crew quarters erupted in cheer. “Comrades, our last days are here and it will be our day at last, in these, the last days of our cycle, we will enjoy fruits never dreamt of before. This time which will be a nightmare to others will be our paradise!!!! “

“Please Sir…Don’t make me do this please!” A voice pleaded desperately from the other side of the doorway out of view.

“You will or we can go back to my room, and I can reintroduce you to my acidic slavers whip again?” Balak barked angrily towards the door.

“No! no! Please not that, I will do what you say!  I will be a good girl. Sir!” A submissive voice is heard from the hallway. “Now just like we discussed. Show them the true place of Alliance Officers Slut, or your time with us to this point will seem like a vacation. Balak threatened by pressing his face right next her glaring all four of her eyes in her direction. “Yes Sir, I understand.” the response came back dejectedly.

“And make it convincing or we will start getting more imaginative than our standard whips.” Balak added before backing away slightly.

The sound of clicking heels was heard off screen, until a shocking sight came into view of the camera. Shepard walked in wearing a female variation of an Alliance dress uniform. The Female version with a skirt to be precise. The top was blue and gold and even had the proper stripes and rank for being a Commander. This is where the attention to detail ended, however. Shepard was made up to look like a raunchy sex worker. Shepard had dark red lip gloss, with matching glossy nail polish on her hands and toenails. Shepard’s feet were forced into a pair of black five-inch stiletto high heels which made her calves look gorgeous. She could not hide how uncomfortable she was, which made her look even appear even more sensual to the Batarians.

The confident commander was blushing deep red as she lowered her head meekly to the Batarians in the room.

“Sirs…My name is Jane Shepard…Most of you know me. Me…as Commander Shepard. I know times have been tough. So, I am here for you wonderful soldiers of Hegemony get paid their proper re…re..respect. Please let me demonstrate the only thing an Alliance mouth is good for. I need to learn the proper place for an Alliance Commander in the Batarian Hegemony.

“Slut…tell them your position, then you can get to the rest, and speak up!!!” Balak growled as let loose a mean swing with his crop that landed right on Shepard’s right buttocks! The Shepard jumped letting out a nice yelp for the Batarians in the room. Who loved the mannerisms from her.

 “Sergeant Carak…is the ranking officer slut…. you know what to do.” Balak ordered again as if he was teaching a pet to do tricks. Shepard exhaled another long-labored breath, simply nodding her head in defeat.

The room got quite the Sergeant raised his hand to the room. Shepard gulped and then slowly walked towards Carak her heels clicking on the hard floor of the barracks and offered her leash to the Sergeant, repeating for Balak’s amusement,” Master Balak’s Comfort Whore…Commander Jane Shepard…. reporting for duty, Sir.” The words did not make her feel like a commander. She was so humiliated now.

“Is that right, and you are Commander Shepard? The Sergeant said the room was feeling incredibly silent. Shepard was starting to get very aroused as she stood teetering on five inch come fuck me pumps.

“Yes.” “Sir” Shepard barely managed out her voice cracking as it looked like she was about to resist again only to remove that thought from her head when she looked quickly at Balak. Balak was standing straight up with his hands behind his back observing Shepard’s every move. She was trapped.

“So, you would not mind it if I kissed those lovely slutty lips right now?” Carak asked.

“No…Sir, I would not” Shepard answered softly.

“That is because Alliance lips love sucking on things is that right Commander? “Carak mocked before he reached forward and grabbed Shepard’s ass and squeezed with one of his claws.

Shepard looked over at Balak and then looked at Sergeant Carak and said, “Yy y yes Sir” Shepard barely managed to answer.

“Yes, Sir what slut?” Carak immediately answered while letting his hands roam.

 “Yes, Sir Alliance lips are made for sucking Batarian cock.” Shepard said, starting the breath heavier from the Sergeant’s attention.

“Good slut.” Calak answered.

The humiliating admission was making her very wet. She half expected to be thrown over some bed and fucked to within an inch of her life. Batarians were much more patient than she ever knew. Worse, she felt so inferior by how excited she was now. The best she could think of was to hide it from the room somehow.

Carak grinned as if he was reading her mind reached forward and slowly slid his hand under her the top skirt. Shepard let out a small whimper. She was lamenting the fact that Balak forbade her from wearing any underwear whatsoever. Shepard’s eyes went wide when she felt his hand on her sex, not because she is being violated but because she knew he now knows how unbelievably turned on she was now.

“Shit you are fucking soaked, slut. All you humans talk a big game, but you just want your betters to fuck you in the end. Isn’t that right, slut?  Carak mocked.

“Of course, Sir, We are all sluts, Sir,” Shepard breathed and slowly nodded out no longer able to conceal the arousal from her voice.  

“You are looking forward to being destroyed by my shift mates, aren’t you?” Carak asked.

“Uh huh…Sir” Shepard said now letting out a small guttural lust filled moan.

“Well…you are addressing a superior officer from a superior race, if you want my cum, a kiss, or my cock you are going have to beg like a good fuckslut. That is what proper comfort sluts do here and that is all what Alliance officers are good for isn’t its slut?” Carak proceeded as he pressed his advantage, feeling every inch of Shepard he could get his hands on.

Shepard looked overwhelmed because her body was betraying her in the worst way now.

“Yes Sir, we are only good for comforting Superior Batarians” Shepard said her voice breaking from arousal.”

“Well? Beg Slut. Or begone and go back to Balak with an unsatisfactory report from my entire shift.” Carak threatened.

“No, no, no, do not do that Sir! Shepard blurted out in fear. “May, May..you please may this horny comfort slut taste your lovely cock, Sir…. please…. fuck my face.” Shepard said.

“Fine, we will work on that. Good Alliance Officers play with themselves when they are kissed or sucking cock. Carak said while grabbing Shepard’s left hand and thrusting in her skirt the way his hand just did.

 “I want to see how enthusiastically you follow orders. I am going to kiss that whorish human mouth of yours now. Do not dare take those hands off your sex!” Carak added.

Shepard tried to lean in which was harder with her arms in front of her rubbing her sex like she was trying to come as quickly as possible. Carak loved the defenseless vibe Shepard was giving off. Carak’s fangs opened, and he possessively pulled Shepard towards him. The lipstick lips tasted good as well as her scent. Shepard moaned out for the entire room unlike before she did not stop moaning. The pair suckled for a good minute or two Carak broke off his make out session and looked Shepard in her eyes and said.  

“Down on your knees. Take my cock and don’t you dare stop playing with yourself slut. Sluts love touching their pussy.”

Shepard who completely flushed lowered herself down on her knees.

Shepard was now grinding up and down on her hands she barely had enough wherewithal to slide her head forwards and slide her lips down Carak’s healthy cock.

*mmpph mmmmm Mmmpph* mmpphh* Mpmmm Glurk glurk glurk.

Shepard started bobbing with fervor as she was riding the wave of lust. Her hand was sending her into a spiral. Carak let out a animalistic growl of dominance. About half a minute into her face fucking Shepard squealed loudly with the Batarian’s cock in her mouth. The high-pitched sound could only mean she was orgasming hard while Carak fucked her face.

“Oh yes, that is a good pet. Don’t even think of stopping bitch, keep fucking yourself!!!” Carak groaned. Shepard simply responding with an erotic whimper as she slid up and down her cock. Carak finally could not hold it anymore and let loose a torrent of Batarian cum.

Batarian semen was slightly bluer in color than humans, still white but with a hint of a blue hue and while humans’ sperm was salty theirs was sweet. A fact that caused Shepard to moan at the taste of Carak’s cum in her mouth. What Shepard did not know was that Batarian cum tasted entirely different to members of different races. So, because humans’ chemistry made Batarian sperm register on the more enjoyable part of the human palette, her moaning at the taste just reinforced the notion that all human females were inferior fuckslaves secretly longing to be fucked by Batarians.

Carak groaned with satisfaction and called out over the panting moans of a furiously masturbating Shepard,

“Crag’son!!! You are up, By the sky! She sucks dick good! Natural cocksucker!!” The room erupted in laughter as the pant less Sergeant walked over to his bunk and took his shirt off, as the man up next grabbed Shepard’s hair and guided glossed over lips over to his twitch cock. Were all Batarians this hung is all Shepard could think of now.

Overall, she came about five times orally servicing the six people on this shift. She was a panting moaning mess by the time Carak came back around. Now let’s really have some fun, let’s mount her, shall we? But before he could get that order. Another shift of workers came in.

“No way! Our shift is up, you guys need to get rest. Hand me the comfort whore.”

Corporal Farok exclaimed.

Shepard looked lost as she was still playing with herself nonstop as ordered. Her hand was becoming sore and tired. Shepard whined as she saw the next shift show up. It was going to be a long night….

The Charson

Batarian Cruiser

One Month After Capture.

Interior Video Camera.

Balak appeared on the screen of what appeared to be the bridge of a Batarian Cruiser. Unlike the Normandy, or the Turian cruisers, the Batarians had a huge rectangle-like compartment with three rows and behind them a captain in a risen chair behind the three rows.

“Admiral Kormak as I live and breathe! What? The Reapers thought you were too ugly to indoctrinate?” Balak teased as the pair broke out in laughter.

“Hohohoho! You know it! Your devious son of a Varren!” Kormak said slamming his palm against Balak’s shoulder.

“So, what brings you here. Varg told me that you had a surprise for me, but the bastard did not tell me what the surprise was for.”

“Indeed, she is coming along greatly but we are taking her to the next level today.” Balak said smirking.

“Balak, I do not have time for this shit. I am not some red sand dealer I am an officer in the Hegemony!” Kormak barked as if insulted.

“Indeed. But we have a special envoy from the Alliance. A quite famous one” Balak said feigning a serious face.

“Damnit Balak! Kar’shan might have felled but there are still protocols to follow damnit. You said yourself the importance that we follow them.” Kormak was an old school Batarian, badass to the core, and he wanted no Alien on his ship especially a hated Alliance officer.

“You are right they would need the proper order attached. Very Well Bring Admiral Kormak the proper authorization order!” Balak ordered someone out of sight.

The members of the Charson greeting party waited to receive the order when the Admiral jaw dropped when he saw who was bringing them.

Appearing from the opening doorway to the docking bay was woman naked from the waist down wearing an Alliance formal dress uniform. Or a heavily modified version of one at least. The entire middle of the uniform was gone, so were the sleeves. The shoulder ranks were still there and and a small patch on the upper back.

“Oh my….is that who I think it is” Kormak asked in a tone of hopeful excitement.

“Indeed, give him a copy of the orders slut” Balak said laughing, the Batarians on the ship emitted a couple of chuckles as well. Shepard crawled hurriedly on all fours with the orders being carried in her mouth like a dog. Shepard gyrated slightly as the sound of an organism was coming from her backside, she had a sex toy of some sort lodged inside her.

Ah here let me read this bitch” Kormak said by grabbing the order tablet from Shepard’s mouth.

“Oh, my well Balak I am sorry I should have never doubted you.” Kormak said.

“Hey slut time to show these men what you have learned.” Balak said unable to stop himself from letting out a slight chuckle.

“Yes…yes…oh it feels good…please allow it to cum Sir.” Shepard begged gyrating against the air.

“If you ever want to cum again, I suggest you start doing your duty comfort slut” Balak countered.

“Yes Sir.” Shepard whined dejectedly. She was panting hard from stimulation coming from her sex. She immediately reached up and started to unbuckle Kormak’s pants as her life depended on it. Indeed, she was so proficient that she had his cock out in record time. Before being prodded or told to do anything Shepard wrapped her lips around his cock like it was her life blood.

“Mmm <Glrk> Glrk glrk grlk mmmfffhfffhfffhff”

Shepard furiously blew.

“By Kharson she feels just like my favorite fuckslave !” Kormak said loudly.

“Oh yes!!” Kormak groaned seemingly being taken to the promised land and record speed. Shepard was once again sucking a Batarian’s cock, like a pro, thanks to Balak’s training. The way Shepard was attacking the admiral’s dick like she needed what it had stored to survive. How she was so willing to do anything to cum. It was obvious that Shepard was in the throes of some pleasurable sensation. At this point in time the only part of her that had any inkling of free will was her mind. Her body was a slave to the feelings of an intense orgasm. And Kormak provided plenty of that.

“Oh yes” Kormak said. “Oh Shepard, you are too good for a human!”

“Mmmmppphhff” Shepard moaned at the praise.

“I do not think I can last much longer. Are you ready for my special meal?" The Admiral taunted.

 Shepard did not respond but only sucked harder, licked faster, moaned louder. She had no choice. She had to cum.

“Oh Shepard, <Glrk> oh fuck! I am going to cum!” Kormak exclaimed. Shepard took the cue and deep throated the Admiral.

“Oh BY KHAR'SHAN!!!!” Kormak exclaimed.

“Mmmphfff” Shepard moaned with his cock in her mouth as she let him shoot his entire load down her throat.

There was an explosion of Batarian cream in Shepard’s mouth, slim and thick. Shepard’s throat contorted to swallow as much as possible but all of it was taken up by her tongue where the excess was allowed to dribble out.

Kormak, satisfied with the explosive orgasm. Prompted the slut to return to her prior position by pointing her to a spot out of the main thoroughfare.

The Admiral's two bodyguards had already begun to unbuckle their pants and Shepard couldn't help but stare at the muscular Batarian men. With a surge of adrenaline, she scrambled forward, crawling between them until they were both within her reach. Without hesitation she repeated her performance, giving each of them equal attention and pleasure. Shepard could feel her ass drenching itself, her pussy becoming hot and engorged.

“Oh yes Shepard, work for your cum my little fuckslut.” Balak chided.

Shepard pressed her face into the cock under her, taking in the salty musk emanating from the member. She flickered her tongue against the fuzzy shaft, desperate for any taste of the salty pre-cum forming. Grabbing the member, she rolled her tongue into the slit of the member, desperate for fluids.

“Oh fuck, Shepard, you are too good!” the bodyguard grunted.

“Here slut, open wide.” The Admiral ordered.

Shepard opened her mouth as wide as possible, unsure of what was going to come out. And sure enough, a torrent of hot, salty cum flowed down her throat. She nearly gagged as it went down, but she managed to swallow the first big spurt. It tasted so good. She was becoming enamored with the taste of Batarian Semen.

Shepard looked up at the men covered in their sperm finally hearing the words she was working to hear.

"Welcome aboard my ship, Shepard" The Admiral said in an official tone before erupting in unbridled laughter.

Two Hours Later…

The Bridge got quiet from docking bay. The effect was the sound of high heels walking up the gangway of the ship right behind the bridge. She wore a brown translucent mesh body suit that had several holes cut out of it. Shepard’s tits were completely bare adorned with lines from the Batarian Slave crop. A whole was cutout that spanned from the inner part of her thighs to right above her belly button, leaving her pussy bare for all to see as well as framing her ass behind her. On her feet were dark brown glossy stiletto heels.

She no longer wore any bondage devices other than her slave collar. Shepard meekly entered, not looking anyone in the eye. Her lips and face were made up to look like an Omega sex worker.

Balak hit a button on his Omni-Tool and a thick holographic chain descended from the slave collar on her neck. Balak quickly grabbed it and pulled her harshly forward.

Shepard made a high-pitched feminine yelp almost falling in the prosses.

“Oh, by the Sky Caste, she is quiet stunning. Oh, this is the best news we have had here on this ship for a long time.

Tell me fuck-whore, why are you on my Bridge slut?”

“To do whatever you want Sir.”

“Ah, well you see the empty station over there I want you to walk over to it and sit on top of it.”

Shepard crawled over to the station and only got up when she reached the station and even then, she looked back at Karmack before climbing on top of the console.

“Good now I want you to spread your legs and grab your ankles with your hands.”

Shepard furrowed her brow and slowly spread her legs and grabbed her ankles.

Karmack walked over to Shepard who still was in the position of holding her ankles.  He leaned slightly forward and slowly kissed the Commander. Then without saying a word he slid a finger inside Shepards pussy and withdrew it. Shepard moaned softly.

“Suck it, that is your cunt whore, it is soaking wet. Cut the act, no more acting like you are not absolutely loving our cocks. I expect to hear more sounds that reflect the juices in your mouth. Understood?” Kormak said after taking his finger out and sticking back into of Shepard mouth. Shepard sucked and submissively nodded with his digit in her mouth when he asked.

“Good because I am about to fuck you again. I expect to hear a thank you for fucking me Sir.”

“Thank you for fucking me Sir” Shepard said flatly.

“Oh, it is a start, I expect you to say that to everyone who visits you today whore” Kormak said before plunging straight into Shepard’s pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Shepard cried out as he entered her.

“You like that don’t you.”

 “Yea- yea- Yes Sssir, thank you for fucking me.” Shepard moaned out under hurried breaths.

“That is a good whore! You like Batarian Cock don’t you?” The captain barked back.

“Thank you for fucking me!” Shepard moaned out purposefully trying to not answer the question.

The sounds echoed throughout the bridge of flesh slapping together followed by the moaning Shepard obligatory response.

Shepard was licking her lips either from the Batarian Ichor or from the idea of having her pussy so exposed to the Batarians around her. She did not dare let go of her ankles, a fact that was turning her on even more.

The officers, ever serious in their task walked around Shepard like she was not there. It was not until another half hour that the communication officer unzipped his pants and walked over to where Shepard was “stationed”. What followed was a flurry of the phrase “Thank you for fucking me”.

Video from Batarian Space Station Sky Slaver Six

Two Weeks Later….

Shepard was walking around a bunch of Batarians, she was clad in a string bikini and a pair of golden high heels and nothing else. She strutted in a slutty manner down on the gangways of the Space Station. Just about every Batarian she came across made it point to get near her and steal a long slow grope of her ass. She stopped for them to do it properly, then would make out for them long and slow before being ushered along her way with firm smack to her ass.

Next Clip…

Shepard was in the center of a mess hall that doubled as a pleasure bar. She was raised on a platform, clad in a string bikini and golden high heels, surrounded by a cheering crowd of Batarians. The music started and Shepard licked her lips, her eyes half-lidded as she began to sway her hips, moving in the most seductive manner.

The Batarians went wild, cheering and whistling as Shepard danced for them. She knew how to move her body in all the right ways, and she used every trick she knew to entice the crowd. Her hands trailed down her sides, caressing her curves before moving back up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of the bikini top.

As she danced, several Batarians approached the platform, offering drinks and small trinkets as gifts. Shepard graciously accepted them all, making sure to show off her body even more as she bent down to pick up each item.

But it was not just gifts that were being offered. Hands reached out from the crowd, groping at Shepard's body as she moved closer and closer to the edge of the platform. She didn't resist or push them away - this was what she was here for after all.

The music changed tempo and Shepard's dancing became more intense and sensual. The crowd responded with even louder cheers and more aggressive hands reaching towards her.

A particularly bold Batarian stepped onto the platform with her, his hands immediately going to roam over her body. Shepard giggled and leaned into his touch, letting him lead their dance together for a few moments before pushing him away playfully.

The Batarians around them laughed and cheered at their interaction before continuing their own quest for touching Shepard's body. It was not long before several other Batarians joined them on stage, forming a circle around Shepard as they danced together in an erotic frenzy. The video ended.

Chapter Text

Chapter 3

Chasing good money after bad.

Two Days Later…

Liara looked at the footage from the first day of Shepard’s capture and her heart sank. She was the last scene entering an abandoned warehouse. That is where the video ended, and no one has seen Shepard since. It is as if she dropped off the grid. Liara decided that she would have to first go rescue her wet work team then have them go and rescue her love. In the meantime she alerted Miranda Lawson who was already on the Citadel to see what she could find out.

One Week Later…

Miranda Lawson desperately looked for Shepard. She needed her old Commander’s help with finding her sister before her father got to her. Everyone hunted Miranda now since the coup attempt. She was wanted by C-Sec and Cerberus. She hated her life now. Miranda was about to give up when she came across a drunk Batarian bragging that they had a piece of Shepard and made her cum so hard she nearly squeezed his dick in half. Miranda feared the worst.

She found out from the Batarian that Shepard was going to be back on the Citadel soon. Saying that she finished her initiation duties. The Batarian broke out in laughter before Miranda got angry and punched the Batarian so hard that she accidentally crushed his skull with a biotically charge punch.

Afterwards, Miranda was worried.

Miranda did not like the way that sounded. Miranda decided to get the face generator so she could blend in better and be able to get closer without arousing suspicion. She hung low at Purgatory but did not see or hear anyone talking about Shepard. She was about to give up when she remembered that most Batarians were at the docks. She decided to go to the docks and go to the Batarian section. She entered tentatively and then stopped in her tracks. She felt the hot sting of a interference laser, immediately her disguise went away and a Batarian with an Omni-Tool was scanning her. She also felt a shotgun on her back. Miranda put her hands up and she was priming up for a biotic shot when she felt a neural shock hit her as soon as her fist turned blue.

“Arrrrrgggh!!!!”  Miranda’s neck felt like acid was burning it. Before she could react another Batarian slapped a collar around Miranda’s neck. Miranda kicked behind her only to have a strong Batarian catch her hands and pull them hard behind her back.

“I know this bitch; she was there when the humans spread their plague on Omega.” Cried one of the Batarian Refugees. “This bitch was responsible for killing my brother, freaking Cerberus super agent or something.

These alien hating fucks killed my entire expeditionary force unit in the Attican Traverse.” Yelled another. Miranda’s new friends were not happy to see her in the slightest.

Miranda went to kick the person with the gun and realized what was just snapped around her neck. The intense shock invaded her senses with a harsh awareness. Every Batarian around her had their slave crops out and was poised to start whipping and stinging her with no remorse whatsoever. Miranda knew that the Batarian slave collar meant her biotics were useless now. She had just been caught by Batarians. Miranda panicked hard; this was not good.

Miranda knew what would happen next. She did not fight when they took out their hand-held plasma cutters and made short work of her uniform, in mere seconds she was naked as the day she was born in front of an entire contingent of angry Batarian refugees who had apocalypse sickness. The mental state where one engages in the most hedonistic debauched activity because they know they are about to die. That was the last anyone saw of Miranda.

Two and Months After Shepard’s Capture.

Liara was worried beyond all belief she was trying to secure her wet work team she got back to the Citadel the news hit that Shepard was missing. She knew C-Sec would not look for a human, and no one cared about one missing agent when the galaxy was in danger of dying. She had to find her love, fortunately for her she was the Shadow Broker. She had no idea Miranda was pulling at the same thread but that is when she got the news from one of her agents in the Blue Suns that Shepard was either back on the Citadel, or about to be back at the Citadel. Point was, that she was here. That is the first solid lead since this all began. Liara’s stomach turned, if those bastards so much as laid a hand on her she would crush every bone in their bodies Liara vowed to herself.  

Liara’s found a small piece of Shepard’s clothing on one of the back alleys by the Markets. She looked at it and investigated it. Judging by the dust residue on the surface of the piece of clothing, it had been on the ground roughly months now.

“What have you gotten yourself into Jane.” Liara was about to cry when she looked over to one of the secret hallways in the Citadel. It was opened recently. The Asari were very careful when using them for fear other races would discover their use. Not even the Salarian’s knew about them. She had heard the Batarians knew about them when they were still in the good graces of the Council before the Humans arrived.

She decided to go into one of the passages. Shortly after entering the passage after she walked a short way when Liara came across scores of Batarians talking amongst themselves in a common area in between the other hidden hallways. Liara decided to sneak closer and activate her Omni-Tool to record the conversation so she could decipher clues later on. Little did she know a Batarian Engineer who oversaw the security of the passage dispatched five stealth drones that were cloaked and were already following her the second after entering the hidden passageway. She did not notice them until it was too late. The last thing Liara felt before passing out was an electric tendril hitting her directly on the back of her neck….

Four Months after Shepard’s capture.

Ashley felt sick, she defended Udina, the traitor. Following that up by basically called humanity’s last hope one. Anderson and Hackett refused to talk to her until she found and brought back Shepard. So, she went to look for her at the last place she was seen.

Ashley lowered her visor as she did some reconnaissance. While Miranda and Liara were operatives, Ashley was bona-fide soldier. She no longer had her Specter status because unlike Shepard, she was not dating the Shadow Broker. Furthermore, she was appointed by Udina which made her chances of staying activated in the organization close to zero. This did not mean she did not know how to chase down leads. She decided to hang out in Purgatory.

Ashley listened in pretending to drink silently at the bar. She then looked at a couple of Blue Suns struggling out of the club. She quietly or so she thought followed the Batarians and waited for one of the trios to lag. She jumped the Batarian and started to press her assault rifle against his chin.

“Ok talk you 4 eyed fucks. What did you do with Shepard?” Ashley growled.

“We took her and made her into our whore, bitch want to join her?” The Batarian answered before letting out a chuckle smugly.

<Thwak!> Ashley growled as she hit the Batarian with the butt of her Assault Rifle

“Ah, why did you do that.?” The Batarian cried out holding his head where Ashley bashed him with the butt of her rifle.

“I do what I want asshole! Now tell me where the Commander is, or I will start taking out eyeballs!” Ashley growled.

“I do not think so slut” A voice from behind Ashley called out.

Ashley, sensing danger rolled away from her query to seek cover. The Batarians also scurried under cover.

Unfortunately for Ashley she was trapped against the wall with no place to go. Worse did not realize she was in one of the Citadel’s numerous alleys. 

“Ok you slaving cunts! I have two things to tell you. First, I am about to start firing and when I do C-sec is going to swarm this place, and the second is that I am going to kill each one of you on my way back to Purgatory. “Ashley threatened.

There was just silence for about ten seconds. Then Ashley got impatient. “What you bug eyed looking mother fuckers have nothing to say?” Ashley yelled out.

Then she heard the airy sound of a grenade being shot out. It hit the floor behind her and started spewing gas all around her, but Ashley was a veteran, and this was not her first rodeo. She immediately hit the ground and activated her gas mask. She waited for the gas to dissipate around her before answering.

“Are you fucking slags serious right now gas grenades who do you think I am? I am wearing my mask fuckface!” Ashley yelled. Then she heard the response that made her heart sink. Laughter unbridled laughter. Batarian Laughter to be exact.

“I know Human. This gas activates through the skin.” The Batarian answered, and the laughter that followed terrified her into unconsciousness.

Ashley immediately began to feel her legs become heavy. She stumbled into cover and pointed her gun towards the Batarian as she became extremely disoriented and dizzy.

Ashley’s whole world was becoming blurry and the last thing she heard before passing out was a Batarian telling her that “she is going to look great next to the others.”

Defunct Area of Chora’s Den.

Four and half months after Shepard’s Capture.

Kasumi was despondent. She watched the Reapers gain more of a foothold every day. She knew the galaxy needed allies desperately. So she decided to try and find the ones that could make a difference. She started investigating what happened to Shepard, Liara, Miranda, and Ashley. She was desperate now. The war was not going well, without Shepard, the galaxy could not gather any momentum since she cured the Genophage. Unlike the others before her, she would not dare uncloak herself. She figured she would listen around. She heard isolated mutterings of Batarians knowing the location of Shepard. If they had Shepard, they were being incredibly tight lipped about it. She thought she combed every inch of the Citadel when she caught a break. As she quietly took a ride on an elevator, she heard a group of the Batarian refugees speak about hanging around the old marketplace. Which was odd, the place was defunct and was littered with enormous fallen superstructure beams and rubble. There was no known way to get around, it was covered in rubble. She decided to try to head there anyway. She followed the group of Batarians only to find they were going to that very marketplace. They were near the old C-Sec headquarters. When C-Sec was located on the lower levels next to the Marketplace.

Kasumi followed them and noticed them pressing something on the wall. A section went up to reveal a hidden door within the Citadel. Kasumi grinned at a hidden doorway. She loved those. She immediately followed without even being noticed, but that is what she was good at. She shadowed the group to the door exit on the other side of the passage. It placed them in the area that was formerly Chora’s Den. It was entirely functional. So was the entire section of the ward, an entire hidden Batarian enclave secured and hidden by rubble. It was exclusively Batarian now or so it seemed as if that is all she saw entering the club. She saw the man with a state-of-the-art scanner. This caused the thief to be careful when entering. careful but not afraid, she had gotten around worse. Eventually, she made it past the door attendant after observing his pattern for a couple of seconds. Kasumi then decided to climb up the walls and rest on one of the ceiling beams that housed one of the bright lights.

Kasumi was impressed by what the Batarians were able to do here. They made themselves an entire home were outsiders were not welcome. Perhaps they were more resourceful than what the council gave them credit for.

Chora’s Den was not only opened but drastically upgraded. It was about five times the size it was when Fist ran it. However, it also had a distinct Batarian flare. The women here were not free they were all enslaved. They all had Batarian Slave collars. She quickly scoped to see if she could find any of the missing crewmates. She slowly scanned and that is when she saw the first of the missing Specters, Ashley Williams.

Ashley moaned loudly as the Batarian's thick cock pounded deeper inside her ass, hitting that spot that made her body shudder with delight. She bit her lip, trying to muffle the sounds of her pleasure, but they kept escaping her, filling the room with erotic cries.

"Aaaahhhh, yes! Fuck me harder, you big alien beast!" she whispered, her breath hitching as she felt the rush of exhilaration wash over her. Ashley arched her back, offering herself up to the relentless onslaught of the Batarian's hips, her muscular ass jiggling enticingly with each powerful thrust.

As she felt him reach deep inside her, hitting that spot that drove her wild, she cried out, her voice echoing throughout the room. "Uuuuhhh, oh my god! That is it, baby! Do not stop!" Ashley's body tingled with excitement; her pussy dripping wet with anticipation for the next wave of pleasure that would wash over her.

The Batarian took her moans as encouragement, pounding into her harder, faster. He gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he pummeled her ass with long, deep strokes. "Oohhh yess," she moaned, her eyelids fluttering shut as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

"Oohhh, fuck yeah!" Ashley cried out, her body shuddering with ecstasy as she felt the intense pleasure build within her. She gripped the edge of the beam, digging her nails into the rough wood as she tried to keep herself from collapsing under the weight of her desire.

"Oh my god, don't stop! I am gonna cum!" she warned him, her voice hoarse with need. And then, with one final powerful thrust, she cried out in release, her body bucking violently against the Batarian's cock.

"Ahhh, yes! Cum for me, baby!" he growled, thrusting harder as he felt her walls pause tight around his cock. Ashley's cries of pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls as her orgasm washed over her in waves of bliss.

The Batarian held her tight, grunting with satisfaction as he felt her inner muscles pulse around his cock. "You're mine," he groaned, his voice low and rough. And with that, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, filling her up with his thick seed as he joined her in climax.

As they both caught their breath, panting heavily, Ashley could not help but whisper, "That... was amazing." The Batarian chuckled darkly, his gaze fixed on her flushed face.

"You are little human Slut.," he murmured, running a rough hand down her sweat-slicked back. "You're going to make one hell of a prize."

“Yes, Master.” Ashley croaked out. She was still recovering when the next Batarian had already heralded his entrance with a harsh slap to her ass and a harsh grapple of her hair.

Oh, dear Kasumi think, girl, think! She had to get her free. But she did not see any of the others. If she tried to free her now she would only end up beside her, this place was too crowded. She was getting worried that the Batarians had them split apart all over the Galaxy when her luck broke on her side. She saw a group of Batarians walk in from another corridor. Most of the Patrons might not have noticed it. It was right next to the back kitchens but not quiet. Kasumi looked on and concluded that this club had another section not available to even the general Batarian presence here. The door was guarded by a group of Batarians who had a couple of Varrens on leashes. Damnit! Kasumi thought to herself.

 Of all the security systems Varrens were still the best, she could outsmart any tech, except a nose of a Varren. She would be made if she went after them. She had to think. That is when she saw it. An air vent on the high vaulted ceiling. Normally the vent that high would not even be considered a security risk because of how high up it was no one would dare even try to enter through there. No one except Kasumi of course. She looked up and activated her mag boots and climbed along the ceiling until she reached the vent, she gambled and applied a quick application of omni-gel later. Damn she loved these old locks. Too bad the newer versions could not still open this way. She smirked and slithered inside the vent. She was in. Time to see what the Batarians really got cooking.

She looked down and noticed that this corridor was entirely made up of Batarian Military. They had the same uniforms as the Leviathan on Keiji’s Greybox. They had an odd look about them. Some of their shirts were untucked and others had a walk that was not normal for on duty personal. A casual content stride that indicated utter recreation. Kasumi thought she might have caught the lot in the midst of a party. Perhaps she can take advantage of that fact if she finds any of the captives. She was convinced this is were the lot were kept. Had to be, it was the only variable that made sense. If they found this place, no way the Batarians would let them leave. She stopped in her tracks. She was faced with a choice to make, which passage to search first. She decided she would take the outer ones first then the take the middle one last.

The corridor split into three halls. She decided to take the side passages first starting with the left.

The Left Corridor

The left was strangely quiet. She moved slower so as not to draw attention to herself because of the lack of other noise. She realized why it was quiet. This was a barracks. These soldiers were sleeping. She noticed the hallway went past the bunks on either side of the hallway to another section. The closer she got the sound of Batarians cheering could be heard. Kasumi decided to jump on the ceiling again so she could look down and over people. Batarians were tall aliens, she would be able to get a better assessment if she went that way. Kasumi followed the noise down the hall when she saw a closed doorway. From the sounds of it the noise originated on the other side of the doorway.  

In the end Kasumi heard the moaning sound coming from the other side of the door for about five minutes before a Batarian opened the door to leave. Kasumi slid in the second he did that. She then made it a point to stay away from the Batarians walking back and forth from a room in the back and the exit. 

Kasumi slid her way until she saw what only she could describe as a party.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!!!!!! Miranda panted out loudly. Miranda’s face was caked in sweat.

“Batarian cock is your favorite dessert isn’t it slut?” The Batarian whose dick was sliding into her taunted.

“Oh Gods Yes!!! I fucking lo-argh!-ve Batarian Cock sir!!! Shit! Batarian Cock is so good! Thank you, thank you!!” Screamed Miranda at the top of her lungs. The perfect specimen was currently grabbing her stilettos behind her back while riding a Batarian dick for all it was worth.

“You are just another Batarian Cumslut aren’t you !!” A mean Batarian with a laser crop was barking at Miranda as he let loose a nasty shot right on her back.

“Yes!!!!! I am a Batarian Cumslut! Argh! Fuck me Master! I need more of your gorgeous cocks!!!!! Oh Fuck! I am about to cum again I cannot stop cumming!!!!” Miranda screamed as the Batarian she was riding thrusted into her just right. Miranda’s entire spasmed violently as her sex exploded right on top of the Batarian. The Batarian unable to hold back any more unloaded into Miranda’s pussy.  The perfect human was in the midst of a machine gun orgasm. By the looks of it it was not the first one she has expereinced.

Kasumi's heart raced with guilt and arousal as she watched Miranda being used like a ragdoll by the voracious Batarians. The woman was covered in glistening oil, her body adorned with degrading ornaments that turned her into a cheap porn star. Her once pristine makeup was now smeared and smudged, making her look like a brothel worker. Kasumi's eyes widened at the sight of not one, but two nipple piercings with chains connecting them, being used to guide Miranda onto the Batarian's cock behind her.

But that wasn't all. As Miranda rose off the Batarian and sat back on the table, Kasumi noticed more rings adorning her body - one on her belly button and others through her clit. And to top it off, Miranda's sex had been completely shaved bare, revealing a tattoo that made Kasumi's stomach turn. It read "Whore of the Hegemony" with the sigil of the oppressive governing force below it.

Kasumi couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger mixed with her arousal at seeing Miranda reduced to this state. But deep down, she knew that this was just another day for the ruthless Batarians - using and abusing anyone they saw fit. And unfortunately for Miranda, she was their latest plaything.

There was a slight lull in the action as the Batarian withdrew his cock. Miranda looked exhausted and simply laid supine while she tried to regain her breath. The break did not last long as a thunderous voice bellowed from someplace beyond the room.

"Show some respect!" A Batarian voice echoed from the ominous darkness.

Startled, Miranda spun around, her heart pounding in terror. A swift zap of a laser whip made her flinch. "Yes Master...As you wish," she whimpered hastily, scrambling onto the austere metal table that served as her stage for this grotesque show. Gone was the formidable Ice Queen persona that once wielded fear like a sword. In its place was someone unrecognizable - a meek and trembling pawn caught up in a twisted game.

Suddenly, a hulking figure materialized out of the shadows—the Batarian Captain with his pants already discarded. Kasumi caught sight of him and involuntarily swallowed hard while asking herself if all Batarian males were so — well-endowed?

“Time to earn your keep. Over there now assume the position! “The captain spat.

Kasumi's mouth hung open as she watched Miranda get brutally fucked on a metal stage. The Batarian Captain was an absolute monster, his impressive length thrusting in and out of Miranda's tight core with savage intensity. His hips slapped her body hard.

The woman’s butt cheeks were jiggling hard from the intense force of the strong Batarian behind her. The slap was louder than a spanking and the moans were nonstop from Miranda she was lost in a dance of debauched lust.

Kasumi couldn't look away as she watched three more sets of Batarians take turns fucking Miranda. She was mesmerized by the way her body moved with each thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second.

The third pair had Miranda bent over with her ankles on either side of her head, her face pressed against the metal table. The Batarian behind her was holding onto her hips tightly as he slammed into her from behind, while the other Batarian rammed his cock deep into her mouth. It was a brutal and degrading act, but Kasumi could not deny that it was also incredibly arousing.

As the two Batarians fucked Miranda mercilessly, Kasumi could see the ex-Cerberus agent's body trembling with pleasure. Her eyes were rolling back in ecstasy, and she started to machine gun orgasm, each one more intense than the last.

Watching Miranda being used like this, reduced to nothing more than a sex object for these alien creatures, stirred something within Kasumi. She felt a mixture of arousal and disgust at the same time but couldn't bring herself to look away.

The fourth pair took their turn with Miranda, this time both Batarians taking advantage of every inch of her body. One had her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her fiercely while the other sucked on her breasts, leaving dark marks with his sharp teeth.

Kasumi couldn't believe how long Miranda lasted under such intense and continuous stimulation. Her body was slick with sweat and oil, trembling from multiple orgasms. But still she took every thrust and every touch without complaint.

By the fifth pair, Miranda's eyes were glazed over and unfocused. She looked like she was about to pass out from sheer exhaustion and pleasure. Kasumi could feel herself getting wet just watching this woman being ravaged in front of her eyes.

The final pair seemed to have no mercy as they took turns abusing Miranda's body. The one fucking her pussy had came hard moaning a guttural alien chortled. Miranda yelped weakly at the Batarian taking her body. She looked used and exhausted.

Kasumi was so turned on she almost forgot that she still had to locate the others. She was drastically outnumbered here, and she needed to get out or she would be placed right beside Miranda. She decided she would look at the right hallway next and take the middle last. She had a feeling the middle would have the most amount of Batarians so she would infiltrate that chamber last.

Kasumi headed down the right hallway and noticed everyone heading into a lounge area. This complex was so huge. How in the hell did no one on the Citadel not know this place existed?

Right Hallways Commons...

Kasumi headed down the right hallway and noticed everyone heading into a lounge area. This complex was so huge. How in the hell did no one on the Citadel not know this place existed?

A couple of Batarian soldiers were going into the room while simultaneously taking off their shirts.

Kasumi stomach turned. Kasumi could not help but worry about who was going to be behind this hallway. She prayed it would not be any more of her old crewmates. Somehow, she knew that would not be the case. The entrance to this section had an air vent above. Kasumi, not wanting to waste more time decided to go that route. She snaked through duct work of the section when she started to hear the grunting noises of sex.

Kasumi mingled amongst the Batarians non-aware of her presence. If only the aliens could see the grace in which she avoided physical contact with others. The sight that greeted her almost gave her position away. As it were she barely managed to snake her way back up to the ceiling beam. An Asari was bent over backward with her wrist tied to her ankles and her thighs secured to a curved seat of some sort. Her pussy was leaking copious amounts of cum while on the far side of the room another Asari was tied to a St. Andrews type cross facing the wall so her backside was available to all who would take her.

The Asari on the St. Andrews cross moaned loudly from the Batarian's cock penetrating her ass from behind, the deep thrust causing her hips to shake and rattle the thick wooden beams of the structure she was tied to. The room was alive with lustful grunts, slaps against skin, and heavy breathing.

Kasumi's heart raced as she recognized the Asari on the St. Andrew's cross; it was Samara! She couldn't believe what she was seeing, the once stoic and honorable Justicar reduced to nothing more than a sexual plaything for these Batarians. Kasumi felt a mix of anger and disgust, but also a twinge of arousal at the sight before her.

Samara's normally stern face was twisted in pleasure, her long blue hair cascading down her back as she was roughly taken from behind by a Batarian soldier. Her moans were loud and unrestrained, echoing off the walls of the room. Kasumi could see that Samara's wrists were bound tightly to the wooden beams, preventing any resistance.

Kasumi could feel her stomach churn as she watched another Batarian approach with a whip in hand. The Batarian cracked the whip against Samara's ass, causing her to cry out in both pain and pleasure. Kasumi clenched her fists at her side, fighting back the urge to intervene.

She knew that if she wanted to save Samara and get out alive, she needed to stay hidden and gather information. She moved along the ceiling beams closer to where Samara was being held captive.

From her vantage point above, Kasumi could see that there were several other Asari scattered throughout the room in various stages of undress and bondage. It seemed like this was their designated "breeding ground", where they were used solely for sexual pleasure by these Batarians.

But Kasumi also noticed something else among all this chaos – crates of weapons stacked against one wall. These Batarians were not just here for sex, they were up to something bigger.

Before she could gather any more information, a group of Batarians approached Samara's cross with lust evident in their eyes. They began taking turns pleasuring themselves inside her while she moaned and writhed, her body unable to resist their advances.

Kasumi’s attention was taken away from Samara on the cross when she heard a woman scream at the top of her lungs! Dear Lord, it was Liara!

Liara was position in the area past the two Asari on the sybian and the St. Andrews cross. They had bound her arms with holographic gold cords behind her back. The cords were being pulled upwards towards the ceiling. She had been fitted with a collar that had a chain being pulled taut from the floor. The result was that she was forced to bend over at her waist. Liara’s feet had been adorned with diamond color stilettos. Between her ankles a spreader bar pushed her legs away from each other. This position left all three holes accessible to the entire room.

A Batarian approached Liara from behind, holding a thick electrical cord. He wrapped it around her waist and pulled it tight, causing her body to arch even further. As he tightened it, Liara let out a muffled shout before using it to slam his dick harder into Liara’s unprotected sex. The Shadow Broker, yelled out, “Oh fuck! Yes! Right there! Fuck your Shadow Whore! “

Kasumi winced at the title the Batarian’s made her refer to herself as. Kasumi also was getting more worked up than she should, these were their friends but the scene was incredibly erotic and visceral. Part of her wants to trade places with any of the Asari in the room.

Kasumi could not believe the twisted scenarios the Batarians had produced. She wondered if any of her comrades were still alive. For now, she had to focus on finding a way out of this hellhole.

Meanwhile, Samara was busy taking her second dick up the ass. The Justicar cried out in her soft cryptic voice, “By the Goddess so big!” The sounds of their body slapping continued to serenate the room with his primal rhythm.

All of the Batarians who were not in the middle of fucking were taking shots or turning away a bit so as not to get sprayed. A blue skinned Asari was currently huffing and puffing as she furiously tried to take a cock in her ass while someone was fucking her pussy from behind. There were a few others she did not recognize. She finally decides that there was nothing she could do here and head to the final hallway.

 Middle Hallway.

She decided not to go further, knowing that only one of the missing persons remained, she decided to go to the middle chamber. The first thing that unlike the previous hallways, now grunts occupied this section of the complex they all had officer ranks within the Batarian Military.

She proceeded softly as she noticed more internal scanners in this part of the complex than the other two parts. It was then she heard faint cries of passion. She already knew what was going on, she just needed to check with who.

She was shocked at who was there. She must have been in the other two corridors longer than she realized. When she looked at the large room the first thing, she saw Ashley was already back inside the complex, meaning she must have taken ten Batarian cocks in the time Kasumi was witnessing the debauchery in the other two halls. She also had been redressed. Ashley was in one of the sluttiest outfits imaginable with her breast, pussy and butt cheeks exposed. Ashley was being placed in modified stocks, instead of standing it had her kneeling on a padded bench as if she was on all fours with her hands fixed to stocks on both sides of her head. She was forced into a pair of hot pink four-inch heels. The soldier looked spent and exhausted and unfortunately for her it did not look like her ordeal would end soon.

She heard one of the Batarian guards say to another guard, “Let everyone here have a go at her, then move her to the left wing with Miranda. Also transfer that corporate bitch that was snooping around, Parsini, with her.

Two normal slaves she did not recognize were in the process of oiling her muscular body down and a group of about eight Batarians were in the process of undressing around her.

Kasumi’s libido was screaming right now, and she was downright flushed. She decided to explore more the pleasure room to see if there were any signs of Shepard. She was starting to worry, that she would never see her Commander again.

She stopped suddenly as Kelly Chambers was in the corner of the room laid atop of the bed with a Batarian’s hands around her ankles while pumped into her pussy. Kelly’s head was being pulled back as another Batarian was sliding his cock in her mouth over and over. Damn, Shepard’s sluts are some prime fuckable meet Karg!” One of them exclaimed.

Kasumi bit her lip as she realized they were purposefully going after Shepard’s crew. So far, it was Miranda, Liara, Samara, Ashley, Kelly.

Then she saw other human slaves and she finally saw Gianni Parsini she was wearing pink heels and was currently riding a Batarian who had her leash in his hand while another Batarian was behind her whipping her.

“Fuck I am sorry! I love it, Master!” Parsini screamed aloud.

“Pah look at her pussy Korg, it is like a vice. These humans are so tight! Gargh!” The Batarian plowing into her from behind gasped out aloud in ecstasy.

Kasumi's heart raced as she took in the sight of her crewmates and friends, her mind fogged with a mix of fear and arousal. She knew that if she wanted to save them and avenge her fallen comrades, she had to stay focused and not get caught up in the hedonistic chaos that surrounded her.

Kasumi crawled closer to Ashley's stocks; her eyes fixed on the sight before her. The Batarians were preparing Ashley for another round of pleasure, oiling her muscles, and readying their hard cocks for their turns with the exhausted soldier. As Kasumi watched, the first Batarian stepped up to Ashley, his thick member glistening with anticipation. He thrust himself into Ashley, fucking her roughly as the others cheered him on. Kasumi gritted her teeth, her hands clenching into fists as she fought the urge to intervene.

She knew needed to find Shepard. She had to see what was in the main chamber, it would be one of the last places of this complex she did not look.

 The Central Chamber.

Balak smirked as he held court in some kind of impromptu version of a King’s court. Next to a few of the officers in the room were a couple of females of kneeling down by officer’s side completely naked. There is a couple of Asari, a couple of quarrians with clear exosuits on, and even only two humans, neither was Shepard, one was even male. The look in their eyes showed that every one of them were red sand addicts. This made up the lion share of Batarian Slaver’s slaves, or they used to these people might be refugees.

There was another door that opened from the wall. Obviously, another hidden access point. About thirty Batarians dressed in Blue Suns and Eclipse uniforms entered the court.

“So where is this promised payment Balak?” One of the Blue Suns cried out.

“What do you not believe me? Did you not see the footage I sent you Gorg? “Balak asked.

“Vids can be faked?” Gorg countered.

“You should know the difference” Balak said stoically.

“Or you are clever and trying to get my men to do a hard job for you using a well-made fake. You want my men, we need a sample now, and another sample when we finish the job.” Gorg said as he laid out his terms of some unknown agreement.

The room became silent as if a firefight between Balak’s men and Gorgs was about to break out. Then finally when the tension was at its peak.

Balak said, “Very well. Sheperd is here right now” Balak announced looking at Gorg the entire time. Gorg and his men looked around the room and saw a couple of human females all zoned out on red sand. Gorg face became annoyed.

“Damnit Balak don’t fuck with us! Bring her out or we leave right now.” Gorg called out angrily.

Balak looked at Gorg as the pair engaged in another stare down, before Balak finally relenting nodded his head.

“Hey bitch…Time to earn your keep!” Balak barked as he pressed a button on the armrest of his throne. Balak’s officers burst into laughter. The mercs all became silent as to see if what they had been told was true.

That is when Kasumi saw it, and her heart sank. Kasumi’s mouth dropped in horror. She did not notice the dark space under Balak’s throne but as soon as Balak barked his command, a metal grate under Balak’s throne like chair clanged hard against the floor under the throne of the Batarian Commander. The entire room became very quiet as it looked for a split second that there was nothing under his throne but darkness. Then the sound was heard, a metal chain sliding through a ring.

Crawling out without a stitch of clothing upon her body was an entirely naked Commander Shepard. Jane’s body had been oiled down from head to toe. The sound of a chain being pulled was heard throughout the room. Kasumi saw the chain originated somewhere in the dark space under Balak’s throne. Two large golden rings protruded from Shepard’s nipples. From the loop nipple rings dangled two golden sigils of the Batarian Hegemony.  The sexy commander was crawling on all fours. Shepard purposefully swayed her ass side to side like she was performing some sex show like she was a cheap stripper or whore. She was deliberately trying to entice her audience. The sight of Shepard crawling seductively on all fours with a chain around her neck made her look more like a pet Varren than the Hero of the Citadel.      

Shepard moaned seductively as she crawled toward the crowd only to have the chain slack stop after Balak hit a button on his throne. Shepard as if she had been rigorously trained instinctively spread her thighs farther apart and upturned her ass towards Balak eagerly offering easy access to her sex. Shepard pussy was so soaked it glistened between her legs.

“Ah I never tire of that sight.” Balak said standing up. He casually unzipped his pants and lowered them letting his member stand out.  Kasumi gasped at the size of Balak’s manhood. The gasped louder when Shepard widened her thighs slightly and uptilted her ass towards Balak behind her. Balak looked forward to the other Blue Suns and their leader while he possessively groped Shepard’s ass and slid into her sex.

Shepard gasped out in pleasure as the Batarian’s knobbed cock slid into her sex. It was not until this moment that she saw how soaked Shepard was that the entire inside of her thighs was wet from her juices. She started to curl her toes before her Batarian master even thrusted into her. Shepard was totally getting off on this tableau.

Fuck!!! Thank you for your magnificent cock, Master. Your fuckwhore loves it so much!” Shepard cried out in wanton ecstasy. She continued to look forward as she was being mounted like a bitch.

“Tell them my little fuckslut!!” Balak ordered while slapping Shepard’s ass while he pumped into her.

“Ah clop Ah clop This clop this, this is Commander, Oh Fuck it feels good! This, oh, this is Commander Shepard, and this is my favorite cock on the Citadel!!!” Shepard moaned aloud in wanton heighten lust.

Balak was in a sexual frenzy and the room permeated with the sound of Balak’s flesh slapping into Shepard’s pussy. The grunts and moans of Shepard were so loud that there was no mistaking that she was Balak’s bitch and loving every second of it. 

The Blue Suns all clapped and laughed whole heartily. All of them had full blown Batarian erections. Almost every member of the Blue Suns hated Commander Shepard, from all the operations she ruined and all the friends she killed. The sight of her lying this low was a rare bliss to be experienced.

“Very well Balak, the Blue Suns Support you just tell us when and we will join your men…and I take it you will let us have a crack at your slave next?” The man said.

“Let them fuck your face cunt. Offer it to them properly.” Balak barked as he increased his defilement of Shepard’s pussy from behind.

“Oh Yes Master, Thank You Master!!!! “This whore loves Batarian cocks! Please…feed me your gorgeous cocks! This whore needs your delicious Batarian dicks!!!! Show this human slut whose dick is the best! This cum dispenser loves your cum so much. Show me my true place sir!” Shepard begged, pleaded, and solicited their cocks with unbridled want. She even moaned out in guttural lust towards the Blue Suns.

The request was an easy one as Shepard’s mouth was already agape from Balak ravaging her from behind. In a very short time, the Blue Suns Commander was devoid of his pants the rest of the Blue Suns were hurriedly undressing as it was evident, they could not wait to get the first part of their payment. Shepard noticed it was not as big as her master’s but did not mind as she even stretched her head forward to suck the Blue Suns Cock.

“I knew it you are just a cock hungry slut. You look much better like this than your pretend gear you wear.” The Blue Sun Commander barked down to Shepard.

“Tell me!” The Blue Suns Commander barked.

“Mmm glurp, I am so hungry for Batarian Cock Sir I dream every second of being pounded by your magnificent dicks Sir. This human fuck pig loves them so much.” Shepard said in the tone of a bonifide pornstar. Shepard then quaked hard from an intense orgasm; Kasumi thought her toes would break she curled them so hard. None of her feelings were faked. She was getting an uninterrupted pounding of pure bliss. Balak had just erupted into her, and she absolutely went into another level of pleasure Kasumi has ever seen a woman. The cum must have filled up her womb very good because as Balak withdrew his dick from Shepard’s pussy. Shepard let loose a tear of bliss. The soft humming moan Shepard over his cock caused Gorg to throw his head back and let loose a jet of spunk directly into her mouth.

Kasumi watched on as three new sets of Blue Suns Mercenaries fucked Shepard’s mouth for all its worth. Balak for his part kept fucking Shepard the entire time from behind her. How many fucking times can these bastards go in a row. Damn.

Holy Shit Kasumi thought to herself she was getting incredibly turned on as she witnessed Shepard getting fucked with such ferocious intensity, she was almost wanting to trade places with her. Almost. Kasumi decided she would go back and check the middle room before escaping and getting Zaeed and Garrus to settle things with these slavers.

Kasumi must have spent more time watching the heavy fucking of her friends than she thought because she did not notice her suit running out of power until her omni-tool became visible to warn Kasumi that her battery was about to run out.

“Holy shit!!! I am almost out of battery. I need to hide somewhere so it can regenerate a charge.” Kasumi thought to herself.

She only made it to the ceiling before her suit lost power. Then the Batarians heard an audible, “No” then a loud thud followed. Kasumi let out a cry as she careened over a metal tray of what looked like metal torture tools that were against the wall. Every Batarian looked at her at once. Kasumi without her ability to cloak or her Shadow Strike fought the first Batarian but was quickly overwhelmed. The last thing she heard before passing out was a raucous cheer of the Batarians gathered and another piercing wanton orgasm from Shepard.

Book I Complete.