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The Operative and the Alien
By : DeviantOmegaArchives
Category: +M through R > Mass Effect
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When I started this I thought it would be a short story, instead it ended up being almost a hundred pages, don't know what came over me. I hope you guys enjoy this story of plot, smut and intrigue. I had read so many stories about Miranda and I can never get enough, so I decided to contribute myself. I hope you like it, and if you really enjoy my writing I am open for commissioned work :)

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Part 1

As she descended down the stairwell of Omega she quickly found herself being the only human around, and everywhere she went she felt the aliens eye linger. Battarians, krogan, vorcha, they all looked at her with disdain. Humans were not popular here. Battarians looked at humans with hatred and envy, krogans thought humans were weak, and vorchas, well vorchas just hated everyone who wasn't them. This wasn't new to Miranda, she was used to being looked at, in fact every room she entered she always found herself to be the center of attention, and she had learned how to use that to her advantage She commanded every room she was in, and always knew how to get what she wanted.

After walking down the stairwell for what felt like an eternity she finally found herself at the lowest level. The stairwell led into a large open room that connected to several hallways leading to different parts. This wasn't a like the citadel, with its nice architecture, flowers grass and open spaces. This was a mining station, made with naked metal hallways. It was cold, unwelcoming and dark. The hallways were illuminated with weak red lighting, it allowed you to see, but not well.

Along the roof of the hallways were pipes, bringing oxygen and water to the various parts of the station, The pipes were rusty and old, leaking in several places, making the air humid and uncomfortable. The life support systems were old and barely maintained. Miranda wondered if these aliens even understood how screwed they would be if this malfunctioned. She did also make a mental note, if there was ever a need for Cerberus to sabotage the station, the old poorly maintained pipe and life-support system would be a prime target.

She walked into one of the hallways and followed it deeper into the station. Although she knew were she needed to go, Cerberus had provided all the intel she needed, it was still unfamiliar territory. She put one hand on her holster as she walked, wanting to keep her Elkoss Combine M-4 Shuriken ready if the need would arise.

The deeper into the hallway she went, the more crowded it became. The hallway became wider after twenty yards or so, but it actually got more cramped as a consequence of the increasing number of “people” that filled the space. Angry mercs, slavers and other undesirables talked and argued with one another, and even got into fights. Miranda did her best to navigate between all the aliens. As she passed them they all looked at her.

She always found it difficult to understand the emotions of aliens. The krogan's faces were so different from humans, their changing expression was sometimes hard to read. Were they angry? Amused? Constipated? Miranda could never tell, although if a krogan was angry, you would learn soon enough, as it usually ended with a krogan fist coming your way, or a bullet.

Vorchas always looked disgusted, and angry. In her mind those were the only two emotions those inferior beings were capable of. The salarians would seldom reveal their emotions on their faces. Perfectly capable of hiding the true feelings from others, only reveling it when they wanted to. Miranda did have a small amount of respect for the salarians. There was no denying their abilities, if it wasn't for their short lives she was sure they would be the undisputed power in the galaxy. And unlike krogans and battarians, they were capable of higher culture and learning, and brought civilization to the worlds they colonized, rather than destruction and savagery.

As she moved forwad she was forced to press her way between a battarian and a krogan arguing. The krogan's armor was red, and bore the mark of the Blood Pack. They were the largest and most influential organization on this part of station. Calling it an organization might be generous, it was more akin to raving bands of bandits, slavers and mercs, who all happened to were the same color. As she pressed her way between them on her way to her destination she earned a stern look at and a grunt from the krogan.

“Watch it human, your kind are not welcome, and not safe here” he said as he slammed his fist into his chest. Miranda knew, that it was not warning, but a threat. The krogan towered over her, he had to be at least 8 feet tall, if not more. Miranda with her 5'9'' looked like a little helpless child in front of this monster. She knew better than to get on the wrong side of an angry krogan for no good reason. So she quickly moved past him and towards her objective only to stopped by the battarian blocking her path.

His armor was blue, bearing the logo of the Blue Suns mercenary group. She looked up at the battarian. Although smaller than the krogan, he was still taller than Miranda, even if her leather ankle boots added a few inches to her height. She was dressed in civilian clothing. A pair for brown leggings made from synthetic material, ad white tanktop covered with a black leather jacket.

She looked up at his face, and although Miranda found it difficult to read alien faces, she had never struggled with this disgusting species. Of all the species that inhabited the galaxy, Miranda hated battarians the most. Which was not abnormal, the battarians were despised by everyone. When they decided to leave the galactic community on the citadel, they were missed by no one, and the whole galaxy would be better of if they were wiped out she thought to herself as she stared into the four eyes of the alien in front of her.

He wore a big smirk on his face, revealing his jagged yellow teeth. His skin was a putrid brown color and his eyes pitch black. He was revolting to look at, like staring at a rotting corpse, and she felt her stomach turn. Battarians were like a mix between a humanoid alien and insects, like some disgusting hybrid organism. But the worst thing about this repugnant species in Miranda's mind was the scent. They smelled of death and sickness. Old sweat and feces. As if their pheromones were designed to repulse and disgust.

His odor burned her nostrils and she had to focus on keeping her reaction in check, or she might puke all over him. There was no doubt in her mind, battarians were truly the worst thing in the universe, even without thinking about all the atrocities they commit. The slavery, the kidnapping, the raiding and pillaging of human colonies, they truly were a blight upon the galaxy.

Her hand hoovered over her weapon strapped to her thigh as she stared at her obstacle. He however looked relaxed, even amused. Not minding the interruption one bit, the same could not be said for his krogan adversary. She recognized his expression, she had seen it many times thought her life. It was the look of lust, accompanied by smug arrogance. Many men had had that look in front of her before she rejected their advances.

“Don't be rude Trendok” he said with a smirk. “Can't you see the little girl is lost and needs help”. As he finished his sentence he boldly moved his hand to grab a fistful of Miranda's ass. Groping it harshly, pinching and needing. It was rough, harsh and uncaring, and Miranda was sure that if she had allowed it to continue her asscheek would be red an sore. She was not going to allow it to continue though.

As the battarian laughed to himself and molested her ass, he most have mistook her passiveness as surrender, a mistake he would regret. He now used both hands to grab her ass and pull her towards him, crushing her large breasts against his armored chest. So close to him she was assaulted by his stench and it was almost enough to make her puke right there. With him being preoccupied with her body, she swiftly grabbed her weapon, placed it against his knee and while looking him in the eye pulled the trigger.

The loud bang echoed throughout the metal hallway as the battarian fell on his ass, screaming while grabbing his knee. Miranda quickly raised her weapon and pointed it at the crowd. Some backed up, others put up their hands, although most didn't move at all. This was omega after all, gunfights were not uncommon here. To Miranda's relief it didn't look like anyone was going to come to this scumbags defense. She turned around and pointed it back at the battarian on the ground, who had the entire time been screaming obscenities at her.

“Hahaha, that's what you get for being handsy Cegar!” the krogan laughed while pointing at the wounded battarian. Miranda returned her weapon to her holster and started walking past the duo. One might think that she overreacted, a little groping could always be handled with a stern talking to, or a slap. She was not inexperienced with unwanted attention from men. But she knew that Omega was different, they only thing they respected here was violence. If you could not prove to capable of violence, you would sooner or later find yourself to be the victim of it. And Miranda was not a victim, she wasn't prey, but predator, and her prey was soon within reach.

“You will fit right in here human” the krogan said as she walked away from the scene. The commotion, and screaming from the battarian faded slowly away as she made her way through the tight corridors of Omega's lowest level.

After what felt like an eternity of walking she finally made it out of the rusty steel corridor and into a large chamber. This room was almost the size of a football field, and Miranda was a little confused how it would fit into the stations lower levels. The room was filled with hundreds, if not thousands of aliens. The sound of shouting, conversation and random noise was so deafening that it was almost hard to hear your own thoughts.

She had entered Omega's black market. Most people would think that all of Omega was a black market, and one would be right, at least in relation to taxation. But this was the core of Omega's illegal operations. Drugs, slavery, assassinations, all could be purchased here, or sold, depending on who you were. There were many stalls, with all manor of illicit goods on display. Every narcotic, toxin or poison in the galaxy could probably be found in this room.

It was shocking to Miranda how brazen it all was. Out in the open, some of the most illegal things imaginable, and both buyers and sellers showed no concern. Miranda knew that the citadel had no authority here, and she knew this place existed, but seeing it with her own eyes was still shocking to her.

She had to admit she didn't recognize most of the items on display. She had no experience with narcotics, and knew only a few of them by name, so to her it just looked like random collections of powders, liquids and pills. But she could see they were popular, the exchange rate was fast. Drugs in one direction, credits in the other. Hundreds of customers served at the same time in this giant illegal bazaar.

However, the worst thing in this room, wasn't the drugs, or the illegal weapon modifications one could acquire. In fact illegal weapon mods, didn't bother her at all, she did own a few herself after all. No, what sent shivers down her spine, and filled her with anger and disgust was the center of the bazaar. In the middle of the room was a large stage, filled with people wearing electronic neck collars. And around them a horde of aliens bidding for their ownership. Slavery so close to alliance space, so in the open. It filled her with rage. Some of the slaves were male, mostly women though, most asari, and some humans. As much as she wanted to kill all the slavers and free the victims, she knew that there was nothing she could do for them. She lowered her head in shame and frustration as she turned her back and walked away.

She started walking along the eastern wall of the room. Or at least she believed it to be the eastern wall. To be perfectly honest she had gotten a bit disoriented on her way down. Her intel had informed her she was looking for a narrow corridor on the eastern side of the market that would lead her to her target. After some time walking she came across a small narrow corridor, only large enough for one person to walk through. Thankfully there didn't appear to be much traffic in this section so she could slip in quickly. The corridor itself was only a few yards before it exited into another room. Not as large as the previous one, and this one wasn't filled with people and stalls. Instead the room was connected to several doors each with a sign over it. The dimly lit room was almost exclusively illuminated by the neon signs advertising the various stores and services that were offered this room. The services they offered were both offensive and illegal, almost as disgusting to Miranda as the scent of battarians. None of them were the reason she was here though. Her target was behind one of the other doors. It had a yellow neon sign written in battarian script she could not read. But she had been informed that meaning could simply be translated to “tattoo place”.

This was her mission. This tattoo placed was operated and owned by a battarian called Karvan Prad'goprak. He was now a “tattoo-artist”, although most of his work involved marking slaves with their new masters proof of ownership, he did do the occasional tattoo work, for mercs and pirates. Krogan battlemasters wanting the number of kills displayed on his skin, or a turian tattooing his face, even asari “dancers” would sometimes use him to mark their more intimate regions, to entice their customers.

Even though he made a living inking skin for slavers, he used to be far more dangerous. He used to be apart of a organization of battarian slavers led by Garth Krecmob, one of the most vile and cruel battarians in the galaxy. He had been hunted by the citadel and the alliance for years with no success. Even specters had been sent after him, leading to the death of two council specters. But now it was Cerberus doing the hunting, and they would succeed were others failed.

However, Garth was careful, paranoid even, and not someone you could find easily. Former associates were usually killed or would return to battarian space, outside of the reach of the Alliance or the council. But for some reason, Karvan, was not dead, and not in battarian space, which was the reason Miranda was now standing outside his store. He had been very good at covering his tracks. In fact at the moment, only Cerberus knew of his connection to Garth. If Cerberus could not get to Garth directly, they would need another way to find him.

On her omnitool she had installed a prototype AI that could decipher omnitool encryption and give access to another user. The AI was very illegal, and the product of salarian STG's research department, and Cerberus had “borrowed” this invention. There was a problem however. Omnitool encryption were state of the art. The entire galaxy used them, if they were not secured it would mean chaos. That meant that even though the AI could do it, it needed time. Miranda's mission was simple; stay in close proximity to her target to allow the AI to gain access, then leave. She would then have remote access to his omnitool and she could find details regarding Garth's whereabouts, or perhaps even pose as Karvan and lure him out. The time required varied, in the testing Cerberus did it took between 10 to 30 min to complete, and the hacker needed to be within 10 feet.

The solution to these challenges were simple, Miranda would get a tattoo. She could always just have it removed later, and it provided a convenient and safe way to stay close to the target for the time that was needed. Miranda personally had no desire for a tattoo, she found it unattractive to cover oneself in ink. Her porcelain skin was flawless and beautiful, why would she ruin something that was perfect from the start. And she wanted even less for a battarian to put her hands on her and mark her. The next few minutes would be the worst of her life she told herself. But she had never failed a mission, and never failed Cerberus. She had dedicated her life to protecting humanity, she wasn't going to let a little ink stop her from doing what needed to be done, no matter how much she disliked it.

She steeled herself, took a deep breath and opened the metal bulkhead that lead into the establishment. She crossed the threshold and after this moment her life would be changed forever, Miranda didn't know that at the time, but she would soon.

The door led into a small chamber filled with junk, coats and boxes she assumed was ink or other tattoo supplies. At the opposite end of the room hang a dark red curtain over a doorway, covering the inner room from view of the entrance. Through the curtain she heard the distinct noise of a tattoo gun doing its work. And the occasional grunt from from what was obviously a krogan. The room was warm, too warm, and the humidity from the leaking pipes made the environment uncomfortable.

Miranda pulled the curtain aside and walked into the main room. The room was not very large, but it didn't feel cramped either. It was lit with white florescent lighting that created an almost clinical atmosphere, the room itself looked relatively clean, or as clean as rusty metal floors can look, it was Omega after all. In the middle of the room, directly underneath a large lamp hanging from the roof, sat a large krogan. The tattoo bench looked almost like children's furniture underneath the giant alien. He wasn't wearing any armor, in fact he was completely naked. She had never seen a krogan without armor before, and for the first time she got to truly appreciate just how massive they were. His muscles had muscles, his arms giant and his bones created natural armor on his head and torso. This was a walking weapon, and a dangerous one at that. As her eyes wandered across his body they stopped in their tracks when they reached his groin. Between his legs were the largest “weapon” she had ever seen. The root of it were covered with what looked like the same armored plate that covered the krogans forehead. The mast was thicker than her arm and covered in some kind of lubricating mucus. She was left stunned, not only by the complete lack of modesty, but also by the scale of his anatomy.

“I see you like what you see human” she heard a voice say. It snapped her out of her trance and met the eyes of a smirking battarian looking at her.

“Don't be embarrassed, krogans have that effect on most people” he laughed as he returned to tattooing the krogan's torso. The krogan was covered from calf to shoulder in alien symbols she didn't recognize. The krogan grunted again as the ink was again injected into his skin. The tattoo gun was massive, closer to a giant drill than something she would see used to work on humans. Krogans had notoriously thick and durable skin, it made sense that tattooing them would be challenging.

“So, why are you here human?” the battarian questioned. “The only human women down here are slaves, and you have no collar, so why are you here? Did you run away from your master? He continued without moving he gaze from the work he was doing.

For the first time Miranda got a good look at the battarian. He was tall for a battarian, although small compared to the massive beast of a krogan sitting next to him on the bench. The krogan was so large that he couldn't sit when doing his work, he had to stand in order to reach the krogans shoulder. He himself was covered in tattoos as well, or at least the parts of him that was visible, he was thankfully not naked. He was wearing a gray shirt made from synthetic materials, and tight brown pants. They hugged his body revealing a muscular physique underneath. Although most of his torso and legs were covered, tattoos sprang from under his shirt across his arms and up his neck, so she assumed his torso was equally covered. His face was rugged and old, according to the Cerberus intel he was 63 years old, not only old, but old for his profession. His face was scarred and he was blind on the upper right eye. This was an old damaged slaver, maybe this gig was retirement for him. He matched the description of Karvan she had been given.

“Are you deaf bitch?” he said angrily. He was now looking at her and had stopped his work. “Did you get so consumed by cocklust your brain stopped working?”

She looked at him, there was an aura of frustration on his face, but also curiosity, someone like Miranda would never be caught dead in a place like this.

“I am no slave” she finally replied.

“No? then why the fuck are you here bitch?” he said. The krogan just sat their quietly, not interested in this exchange one bit.

Under normal circumstances she would never have allowed a man to talk to her like this. This wasn't even a man, it was an alien, barely better than an animal. But she had to endure for the sake of the mission, keep her cool, and not put a bullet in his head, which is what she really wanted. Even though this man was not her prime target, he was himself a lifelong slaver, and god knows how many humans had suffered underneath his torment. Killing him would be a service to the galaxy. But that had to wait, she needed intel on Garth before she terminated this lowlife. She took a breath and stepped closer, getting withing the required 10 feet.

“I am looking to get a tattoo” she said, although it came far fainter than she had intended.

“Tattoo?, are you one of Aria's dancers? She didn't inform me I would be getting a customer today” he replied scratching his chin.

Miranda would under normal circumstances be offended at the suggestion that she was a stripper or a prostitute, but now she just swallowed her pride and moved on.

“No, I am not one of Aria's people, but I was told by one of them that I could get a tattoo her with you” That was not a lie, one of Cerberus' contacts on Omega was an asari dancer named Eaeesha. She had on many occasions provided valuable intel to Cerberus, although she was not involved with this operation specifically.

“Really? Who?” he replied. Miranda realized she was dealing with a careful man, being caught in a lie might be bad for the mission. So Miranda told him about Eaeesha.

“Eaeesha huh?” He said while he started to grin. “Cute girl that one, massive tits, and a mouth like you wouldn't believe” he laughed as he smacked the krogan on the back. “She could suck the life out of man if she wanted to, the asari really are something else”. Miranda ignored his crude comments and stepped closer to the duo. As she came closer she was met with stench of the battarian. Not just a foul battarian scent, but old man battarian scent. She didn't react however. Miranda was a professional, and it would take far more than some unpleasant stench to make her fail in her duties.

“Was she wrong?” Miranda asked, trying not to sound to confrontational. Karvan let his gaze travel across her body. Miranda had never felt so naked in her life, even though she was fully dressed. Miranda just stood their, silently waiting while he was drinking in her form. After what felt like an eternity he finally agreed with a little smirk to himself and signaled for her to take a seat on the couch that was over on the right side of the room. Miranda realized quickly that it was at least 20 feet away, and out of the range of the AI.

“Can't I stay here and watch you work, I heard you're so talented, I want to see it for myself” she lied. Putting on her best bimbo impression, hoping to get her mission over as soon as possible.

“Do as you told you dumb human bitch” he snarled at her angrily. And Miranda noted how quick he was to anger. Miranda recognizing a lost cause and did as she was instructed and turned towards the couch. It didn't matter for her mission, the AI could reestablish contact later, it didn't need a uninterrupted connection, but it did mean she would have to stay her longer than she would have liked.

As she turned around to walk away she felt an intense stinging sensation on her right ass cheek. Karvan had just slapped her, and it was hard, so hard that she let out a little yelp as well as stumbling forward a little. She regained her balance and turned around to stair straight into the eyes the ugly alien. She tried to give him the worst death stare she could, but it was hard to look threatening and dangerous after such a humiliating display. The battarian looked unimpressed by her attempt and he was grinning and looking straight at her.

“Take a seat bitch, and don't worry, I will be having my hands on you soon enough. No need for you to an impatient slut” he said as he returned to his work. Miranda was boiling over inside, she had not felt rage like this in a long time. The idea of such a disgusting alien being near her, touching her was making her see red. She had always prided herself on her ability to control her emotions, but her hatred of battarians always made that difficult. In their presence she became an emotional wreck, consumed with anger and disgust. There was another feeling building in her however, a feeling she had never experienced in a situation like this. A feeling she would never admit to herself, slowly building within her core, one that would make her loose control far quicker than anger could.

The only thing that allowed Miranda to maintain her composure was the knowledge that when this mission was over, she would return personally and put a bullet in his head. The thought made her smile to herself as she moved towards the couch. The battarian saw this smile, and not only viewed it as approval of his behavior, but an invitation to continue. This was of course unknown to Miranda, but she would discover it to her horror soon.

She reached to couch only to discover to her horror the state of the furniture. It was an old and worn leather couch. The color of the hide was a very dark brown, it looked cheap and tacky, probably made from varren or some other worthless animal. As she let her eyes wander over the furniture she saw that it was cover in tears, cuts and stains from God knows what. Her desire to sit on this couch with her clean clothes were nonexistent.

“Its going to be a while” she heard the battarian say behind her as the the sound of the tattoo gun again filled the room. Miranda contemplated her options for a minute before she reluctantly sat down of the poor excuse of a couch. She sat on the far right side on the couch, at the very edge, allowing as little of her clothes to touch the disgusting fabric as possible.

She let her eyes wander over the room, not wanting to spend a single second longer staring at the naked krogan. The room itself looked like the rest of Omega's lower levels. Metal floors, roofs and walls of old rusted poorly maintained steel. Looking at the amount of rust that covered the station, couldn't help but be concerned for the longevity of the station. Not that she would min if the station blasted all of its inhabitants into space, the galaxy would be better of it did, she would just like for that to happen when she wasn't on it.

There was a door in the opposite end to the entrance leading to the backrooms. She knew that it wasn't an office or a store room. The supplies were just littered about the room and the entrance. And this was not the type of man to keep records or do administration work. Miranda had been given ample intel on the building, the surroundings and the man himself. The backroom was an armory, stacked with all types of weapons, explosives and ammunition. Enough to outfit a small team. As much as he may pretend to be just an insignificant craftsman, he was also a cautions man, and a dangerous one. He may have left the life of violence and crime behind, but he clearly expected for that life to some day return to him and bite him in the ass.

She sat on that uncomfortable and gross couch for the better part of an hour before Karvan finished with the krogan. As much as she dreaded what was coming, she was partially thankful for being cured of her boredom. The krogan got up from his seat and walked over to the mirror to judge his new markings. He started to flex his muscles while grunting and pounding his chest while he admired his physique and ink. The grunts were grunts of approval Miranda assumed as the krogan turned around and nodded at the battarian before leaving. Although he didn't leave without first turning towards Miranda and smiling and putting his massive anatomy on display for her benefit.

Miranda was caught of guard by the behavior, and was forced again to endure the sight of the inhumanly large mast, only this time she also got a good view of the massive testicles swinging beneath it, of which there were four.

Miranda blushed, unprepared for the brazen behavior, although at this point she should have known better. She quickly averted her gaze, making the krogan laugh as he left. A slight tinge of excitement sprang through her body at the sight of his quads. She did after all have a little fetish for gonads. She didn't know why, she just liked playing with them, touching them, licking and sucking on them. A nice pair of balls always made the oral far more enjoyable for her, and she wasn't a very generous lover, and rarely gave oral. But if his balls were nice, and the man deserving in her eyes, she could use her mouth a little. And the krogans balls were nice. Massive, the size of oranges, she would only be able to fit one in her hand, and barely that.

“Krogans are creatures of few words” her little day dreaming about testicles were interrupted by the battarian's voice. She snapped out of it and returned to the present, and the displeasure of what waited for her. She stood in the room silent, unsure how to approach the problem. He had already displayed how quick he was to anger, and she didn't want to annoy him to the point were he would kick her out, or worse.

“Relax bitch” he said, sensing her uncertainty. “Just take of your clothes and we can begin” he said nonchalantly while wiping of the krogans sweat from the bench he had been sitting on.

“What?” Miranda replied. Unable to hide her shock at his statement.

“Am I supposed to tattoo your clothes. Bitch, you're even dumber than you look” he said without even looking at her while he prepared the bench for her.

“That won't be necessary” she replied, trying to collect herself. “I was only looking for a tattoo on my wrist” Miranda stated while lifting her arm.

“I don't give a shit what you were looking for” he snarled back at her. The annoyance in his voice was was clear. “I tattoo what I want, where I want, you can either do as your told, or get the fuck out” He was now looking at her, finished with his preparation.

“That's not how exchanges work battarian.” Miranda said sternly. Or as sternly as she was able to given the circumstances. The day had not gone the way she intended, and her uncertainty was beginning to affect her. “You give me what I ask for, and I give you money in return”

“Hahaha” the battarian laughed. “What do you think this is, the fucking citadel? This is my place, I do what the fuck I want, to anyone who comes through here, if you don't like it fuck of somewhere else” Miranda just stood their dumbfounded. Almost a minute she stood their in silence, mouth agape unable to think of a solution that didn't involve giving this monster far more control than she would like. But leaving was not an option either, her mission was to important.

“So? What will it be bitch?” the battarian asked. He wasn't annoyed anymore, his mouth showed the beginning of a smirk. He was enjoying being a jerk. “I will take your silence as a yes” he continued. “So lets stop waiting each others time and get the show on the road” he said as he walked towards her and before she could react he had snatched her weapon from her holster. She had been so paralyzed by the way the situation had developed that she had been caught of guard.

“What does a pretty little thing like you need this for anyway?” he said while looking at the gun.

“A girl has got to protect herself” she replied, trying to sound as unbothered by it as possible. “There are many dangerous men in this place” Miranda placed a hand on her hip and tilted her torso, trying to adopt a casual but confidant pose.

“Of that you're right” he smiled while looking at her as he spoke. “But here you are perfectly safe” he said mockingly, while tossing her gun onto the couch. “Let stop wasting time with talk, and get you out of your clothes, and onto the chair” he said as he pointed at the now “clean” tattoo bench in the middle of the room.

“What do you intend to tattoo?” Miranda replied, folding her arms and raising her brow.

“What difference does that make to you?” he said. Folding his arms. Not wanting to get bogged down in argument about why his question was stupid, and avoiding pissing him off she just went with the path of least resistance.

“I need to know where you want to tattoo me so I can remove the appropriate item” she stated coldly. The battarian stroked his chin, while thinking it over.

“I haven't decided yet” he said, while grinning at her. Miranda raised a brow in return. “I need to see the materials I am working with, before I can make an informed decision” his smirk grew even wider as he finished. Now it was Miranda's turn to get annoyed, having no desire to undress in front of this gross specimen, and certainly no desire to be marked anywhere remotely intimately.

Seeing the growing frustration on the human woman's face, he didn't want to overplay his hand to soon, Karvan decided to go for a more diplomatic approach.

“Why don't we begin with your jacket, give me the ability to evaluate what kind of canvas I am working with?” he tried to sound as casual as possible. The kind of voice you would hear from a salesman on the Citadel. The kind of people he hated. He was more akin to letting violence be the primary means of communication. But he had to be smart now, it wasn't everyday that a woman like the one who stands before him would wander into his shop, in fact it never happened.

The woman looked at him for a few seconds, before she reluctantly complied with his command. She slowly removed her jacket, exposing not only how glorious the globes that sat on her front was, but also how flawless and pristine her skin was. Underneath her jacket she was only wearing a tight white tank top, it looked at least a couple of sizes to small. They pressed together her massive breasts. The woman was sweating, her breasts covered in a thin layer of moisture, making them glisten.

With her jacket removed he got a chance to truly enjoy the pleasure of the woman's physique. He had taken a good look at her as she entered and noticed her beauty, but know watching her up close, with tight fitting clothes that reveled her true nature he could finally truly appreciate the fine specimen that she was. Her flawless skin and large breasts were the first thing that would draw a man's attention, but beyond that was a lean and muscular physique. Her thighs were toned and fit. Her tank top stopped at her ribs, revealing a flat and toned stomach, her legs were long and sensual. This woman was perfection. No fat on her, except in the places that enhanced her sensuality. She was also strong, her arms and abs revealed a fit woman, but it was not to much muscle. Just perfect. Enough to enhance her appearance, add weight and mass to the places that mattered. In fact there was nothing wrong with this woman. Every part of her body sculpted to perfection, he had never seen a human woman such as this, and in his slaver days he had seen his fair share of human women.

He lifted his gaze above her breasts and met a pair of piercing ice blue eyes. Her eyes revealed her annoyance, clearly not enjoying the eye fucking he was giving her.

“Are you done?” Miranda asked, not wanting to be the victim of his gaze any longer. “Made up your mind yet?” Karvan just stood their looking right into her eyes. He was a head taller than her, forcing Miranda to bend her head backwards and arch her back to meet his gaze. He stood there, looking at her, saying nothing. He eventually broke the silence.

“Turn around” he told her, no he commanded. Miranda stood still, silent. Not wanting to entertain his perversion any longer. There was no way she was going to turn her back to this creature, she had already gone much farther than she intended. She knew what he wanted, the same thing all men wanted.

“This was a mistake” she said as she began to walk backwards. “You can't offer me what I want, I will take my business elsewhere”. Before she could begin to walk towards the exit she felt him grab her hand by the elbow and spin her around. She was going to shout something at him, twist around and elbow him in his face. But before she was able to do anything she felt a palm press against her back and push her forwards. Her feet had no choice but to move forward, or she would fall.

“Hands against the wall” he said sternly as he pushed her across the room towards the wall next to the coach. She had no choice but to put her hands up against the wall. If she hadn't the force he was using would have launched her face first into the rusty steel wall. Her hands landed on the steel surface. The warm air had heated the steel, so it was not cold or uncomfortable to touch. His force was grater than she anticipated and her arms were unable to halt her forward motion completely and her face and breasts were pressed against the wall. A grunt escaped her lips as she made contact with the surface.

For the first time he got a good look at her ass, and if her body was perfect, her ass was divine. Muscular, and round, large but perfectly proportional to the rest of her body. This was the most spectacular ass he had ever seen. The tight material that made up the woman's pants left nothing to the imagination, hugging to her like a second layer of skin.

He moved his hand from her back and pulled her top as far up as it would go without exposing her breasts. His hands moved to her hips, pulling them back from the wall and forcing her to arch her back. All the while Miranda remained passive, much to her own surprise, allowing the battarian to manipulated her body. She needed to stay close for the mission she told herself, and she wasn't lying, but another sensation was beginning to build deep within her, a sensation that had nothing to do with the mission.

“Yes, this will do, this will do” he said as his hands moved across her lower back, feeling every muscle, and every curve. “A perfect canvass don't you think?”. Miranda turned her head around as best she could to see what was happening. Her hands still flat against the wall, her legs straight and her back arched. Pulling her back revealed even more of her ass, and as he took a step back he could see between her legs. The material of the pants were so thin and tight it hugged to contours of her womanhood. Her folds plump and just as perfect in shape as the rest of her body.

“You want to tattoo my back?” Miranda asked hesitantly. It wasn't her ideal place. A tramp stamp wasn't the kind of tattoo she wanted, in fact she didn't want a tattoo at all. But it could also be worse, much worse, she could accept some ink on her back for the sake of the mission.

“You disapprove?” he asked. Miranda was almost shocked at being asked for her opinion, so she just shook her head meekly.

“Good, a back tattoo it is” he said has his hands moved across her back and hips. His finger trailed along the valley of her back from her top, all the way down to the hem of her pants. Miranda just stood their frozen as the alien's hands explored her body. Her breathing was becoming more pronounced, and her sweat was dripping from her forehead and running along the curves of her breasts. This infernal heat, why is the room so warm, she thought to herself. Trying to convince herself that the temperature in the room was only source of the heat.

“Although....” he interrupted the silences after having grown bored with the woman's back. “... this canvas is a bit small don't you think?” he said while grabbing her hips. Miranda's head turned around trying to meet the battarians gaze. “I think we should add some more material to work with” he said smugly. The aliens grin was now the largest she had seen. Before Miranda could ask what he meant he took a step back away from her.

Moving away from her allowed for air to fill the gap created between them. It almost felt cold and uncomfortable, and to her surprise she found herself longing for the alien to fill the gap between them. Or she would have felt that, if she was honest with herself, but Miranda was nowhere near close to be honest with what she was beginning to feel.

Miranda stood up from the wall and turned around, looking questioningly at the alien. She didn't understand what he meant, its not like she could grow more back. The battarian just stood there with a smug expression, clearly enjoying her confusion.

“I wish to expand the working area” he said with a smile as he pointed at her. Miranda just stood their, still equally confused. Karvan looked over at the woman, much of her torso exposed, stomach and cleavage cover in sweat, and the beginning of redness showing on her face. The woman stood their flustered and silent, and he grew tired of her not understanding what he meant.

“I want you to turn around and pull your pats down you dumb bitch” he rolled his eyes and almost shouted it at her. The statement made Miranda take a little step back. She collected herself and put her hands on her hips.

“In your fucking dreams alien” her delivery was cold, unfeeling and controlled. She was not that easily manipulated. And Although she was not completely certain of the time transpired, she knew she did not need to escalate this in order to finish her mission. “More than enough of my back is exposed for you to do your thing” she continued in the same unfeeling manor. The battarian did not reply with words, he only began to walk towards her. She started to move backwards only to be stopped by the metal wall behind her.

He got so close that only a few inches separated them. Miranda was now for the first time truly experiencing the scent of this battarian. It invaded her nostrils and activated every neuron of disgust in her brain. Her face was cover by the breath escaping his mouth and it was foul. Like rotting meat and eggs. It took every fiber of her being not to drop down on her knees and empty her stomach. All the while she was consumed bu disgust, another feeling was building, one that she could no longer pretend wasn't there. Because now it had reached between her legs. It wasn't the situation, it wasn't the man, it was the scent. That disgusting smell, the stench of pheromones and sweat was igniting a fire between her legs. She had tried to deny it, but it wasn't possible any longer, she was getting wet. But Miranda was well trained, and remained stoic in front of the alien. He towered over her, looking down at the pale woman and saw the defiance in her eyes.

“Women like you don't come to places like this for a tattoo” he said calmly. “You can get that at the Citadel, or any other planet in the galaxy. No women like you come to places like this for different reasons”. As he finished is sentence he brought his hand up and wrapped it around her neck. Horror struck her, did he know about her reason for being her. Had he always known, did she walk into a trap. Her hands grabbed his wrist and tried to pry him off, only to discover just how strong he was. His old age didn't seem to be a hindrance to him at all, and he effortlessly held her in place with one hand, even lifting her up slightly, forcing her to stand on her toes.

“You come here to experience something you can't get on the Citadel, something dangerous, someone dangerous” he continued has he leaned in even closer, his mouth hoovering just over her own. She understood what he meant. She was thankful that her cover was still intact, but it did place her in another situation, one dangerous for her, for very different reasons.

His mouth was so close to hers now, that he was practically breathing directly into her mouth. Her senses overloaded with the foul stench of his breath. It was so gross and putrid it made her eyes water, it made her nose burn and lungs heave. But it also set her groin on fire. Never in her life had she felt an aphrodisiac like this. Blood rushed to her labia, swelling it, moisture flooded her most intimate places and she felt her underwear grow damp, unable to contain what was now almost gushing out of her.

She didn't understand it. She had never had a thing for smells. Not nice cologne or even perfume would do anything for her. She had certainly never been aroused by something that smelled so bad. Sweat and feces, rotting flesh, these were the things she was able to associate the battarian's scent. These things have never done anything but disgust her previously. Yet now, now she was falling victim to the intoxicating arousal that these smells brought. Not only was she plagued by the disgusting smells assaulting her senses, she was now also consumed with shame. The shame of being aroused by something so shameful as this stench. And the fact that the source of the scent was a fucking battarian, was perhaps the worst of it all.

Miranda continued to struggle against his hold, before he suddenly let go of her. She landed on the heels of her boots, surprised by the sudden end of his grip and she fell back against the wall. She was left gasping for air, forcing her to take deep breaths, bringing more of his scent into her lungs. He closed the distance between them and grabbed her jaw, forcing her head upwards and looking straight at her.

“There is no point in denying it” he whispered. Miranda struggled against his grip, but it was just as futile as before. She could of course use her biotics. Or grab her pistol from the couch. She was well training in martial arts, and have defeated many men larger and stronger than her with her technique. She could break his arm, and torture him for information about Garth. There were so many ways for her out of this situation, but Miranda chose none of them. Instead she remained passive, putting up token resistance against his grip. For the sake of the mission she told herself, although she was now beginning to doubt if it was only the mission on her mind.

“You struggle against me, when there is no fucking reason to” he said as he inhaled throough his nostrils twice snorting while doing it. “I can smell your arousal human, a bitch in heat, so stop being a bitch about it and do as your told” as he completed his statement he let go of her jaw. Not giving Miranda time to think as he grabbed her hips and spun her around. He placed on hand on her neck, and pressing her hard into the wall. Her breasts crushed between herself and the wall, his strong grip around her neck, so hard it hurt. Her hands reached the wall beside her and she desperately tried to push herself away from the wall, bat it was no use. However trying to get off of the wall had inadvertently pushed her hips and ass backwards.

It didn't take long for Karvan to take advantage of this situation, and with his other hand he slapped her ass so hard it made her shriek. This wasn't a slap, it was like a whip and the pain sent electricity throughout her body. Now Miranda was met with another surprise and a new discovery about herself. The pain was intense, but not only did her ass sting and her mouth scream in pain, it also sent sparks through her womanhood. Electricity activated every nerve in her groin. Her lips vibrated with the force of the strike. The sparks shot through her core, they even traveled along her nerves and made her stomach and ovaries tingle. The feeling was so intense she was afraid it might make her orgasm on the spot. She didn't understand. She didn't have a submissive bone in her body. Never had the idea of of being controlled and dominated appealed to her, she was always in control, and the act of being in control aroused her. She didn't allow for men to slap her ass, and the few times someone had been brave enough to do it the only feeling it triggered was annoyance. But the way she was being treated, the way she was being talked to, the way she was being struck was sending her to heaven and back.

Miranda's mind was a chaotic mess. But her ass was not left alone for long. The hand returned only this time it grabbed a fistful of ass, rather than strike it. He roughly groped and pinched the area where his strike landed. It was sore and painful. There was no love in his touch, no gentleness. A rough hand kneading her ass only for his own pleasure. His other hand kept her pinned against the wall with his grip around her neck. She was helpless, forced to endure the rough humiliation. She tried to endure it in silence, but she was unable to, it didn't take long for pain he was administering with his hands, and how aroused it made her for it to translate to a moan escaping her lips.

It surprised Miranda as much as Karvan. She immediately brought her hand to her lips to suppress it, but it was to late. She could her him laugh behind her, she was to ashamed to turn her head and look at him. The groping stopped however and she thought maybe she was finally free of this. Her hopes were short lived as two hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms over her head and pressed them against the wall. He moved close into her and pressed his hips against hers and his torso against her back, almost crushing her between him and the wall. She felt the mass of his body envelop her, she strained against his grip but it was no use. The only thing it achieved was making her ass grind against his groin, much to his amusement, and that was when she felt it.

His manhood pressed against the globes of her ass. A battarian cock, so close to her, touching her, only separated by the fabric of their clothes. The thought ought to disgust her, and it did, but far more powerful was the shock of arousal it sent through her body. She began to imagining herself being taken by this gross alien. Pressed against the wall, against her will taken from behind, maybe bent over the the disgusting couch, screaming and moaning, split open by battarian cock. Images flashed across her mind, and made her just as aroused as it made her ashamed.

She was filled with more confusion. She had never had anything remotely close to an arousing thought when dealing with battarians. The whole race disgusted her, to describe them as being beneath her would be an understatement. Dogs were beneath her, inferior to her in every way, but she loved dogs. Few things in life brought her more joy than playing with puppies, but they were still beneath her. No, what she felt for battarians were not superiority, it was hatred. She hated the way they looked, they way they smelled. She hated their culture of slavery and oppression, she hated the crime and chaos they brought. She hated their insect like eyes, and their leathery skin. In her minds there was nothing redeemable about the whole disgusting race. And this man was a prime example of the worst they can offer. A slaver, rapist, murderer, drug-smuggler and raider. She had meticulously gone over his file prior to the mission, and it was longer than most novels. Yet in spite of all of theses negative feelings, she could not deny were she was. Pressed against the wall by this battarian criminal, pressing her ass against him. Not fighting him, escaping or even yelling, just panting, flushed with arousal.

He leaned in and pressed his face against her cheek. Again bringing his intoxicating scent to her nostrils. Although this time he would also partake, as he inhaled and sniffed her neck. It was an enjoyable scent to him, why wouldn't it be, everything about this woman was perfect, of course her smell would be as well. He felt her move underneath him, not trying to get out of his grip, but grinding against him, he smiled to himself as he enjoyed the friction her ass gave his cock.

He was surprised with himself, his old age usually drove most battarian women away, and non-battarians fled at the sight of him. The only alien women he could get his hands on these days were Aria's dancers. And they charged absurd amounts to entertain battarians, and all the human dancers flat out refused. It wasn't like the old days, where he would just force himself on the women he wanted. When he was young and strong. Besides Aria would put his head on display if he tried that with one of her dancers. Yet this woman was different. He didn't drug her, didn't threaten her, or force here. Yet her she was grinding against him and moaning. Something was clearly wrong with this woman, but he wasn't going to complain about it.

Although she was clearly fighting it, conflicted with her feelings, maybe he was reading her wrong. Maybe she was just her for a tattoo. He had to be careful, if he overplayed his hand she might slip out of his grasp. She wasn't one of Aria's dancers, maybe he could jut pin her down, but would he even be able to. True he was strong, but he was also old, and she wasn't. And after having a good look at her body he saw that she was incredibly fit, he might not succeed, she also came armed, so he might end up dead. He had spent so much effort to survive to this point, he wasn't going to screw up now. No pussy was worth dying over, no matter how perfect, although this one came close. No he had to be smart, and patient, get her nice and ready, so ready she would be helpless to resist. He knew he had some red sand in the backroom. If h could slip some into her it would help along way, it was a very powerful aphrodisiac, in addition to being a very potent upper.

His thoughts were interrupted by another moan escaping the humans lips. She had closed her eyes now and was just grinding against him, although pressed against the wall so hard there were limits to how much she could really do. Having made up his mind about his strategy going forward he pressed himself against her glorious ass hard on final time, earning a whimper from the human, before he let go of her wrists and stepped back.

Miranda's eyes opened, finally free after what felt like an eternity of being crushed. As he stepped back, she calmed down a little, with his scent weaker her arousal dampened and focus gradually returned to her. And the realization of what she had been doing came with it. She wanted to convince herself that it was for the sake of the mission. Playing a woman seduced, would let his guard down and allow her to remain close long enough for her omnitool to do its job. But there was no point, she knew it was a lie before she had even finished thinking it. Something was happening to her, and she didn't like it one bit. She had to regain control, not only of the situation, but also herself, this was very unlike her. She never lost control.

“How about we start getting some work done on the beautiful back of yours?” she heard his voice from behind. “The tattoo isn't going to draw itself” he said while spitting on the floor.

“Tattoo?” she asked. Her voice barely more than a whimper. She stood their frozen. To embarrassed and ashamed to turn and face him, to aroused to move, to confused to really speak. She just stood there. Palms against the wall, ass out and back arched. All of these new feelings bubbling in her brain left her exhausted. She didn't know what to think, what to feel. The only thing she knew for certain was how wrong it all felt, how ashamed it made her, and how much that turned her on.

“Yes, tattoo, remember? Dumb bitch came for a tattoo. Or are you so consumed by cocklust you forgot?” he laughed as leaned back and folded his arms. His vulgarity was almost enough to snap her out of her trance. Miranda slowly turned around and to her surprise he wasn't standing right behind her. In fact he was sitting in his chair next to the bench in the middle of the room.

Miranda had completely lost track of time, how long had she been pressed against the wall, was her omnitool done, could she still save herself from getting marked by him, or worse. As time passed she felt more and more control return to her. Her arousal subsided and her breathing slowed. She had never failed in her missions, and she would not fail now. She could go into this situation prepared now. Knowing the effect he had on her, she would be able to control the situation.

With renewed vigor and courage she started slowly walking towards the bench. As she stopped in front of the battarian and looked at him while raising a brow.

“How do you want me?” she said as seductively as she could. Maybe there was a way for her to regain control of the situation. The battarian smiled, and made a rotating motion with his finger. Miranda complied, turned around and lifted one leg over the bench standing straight with the bench between her legs. As she began to lower herself she felt two hands on her hips stopping her. She turned her head and saw the battarian not only grinning but also staring straight at her ass. The way he was sitting placed Miranda's ass right at eye level. Miranda Rolled her eyes and attempted to lower herself down, but again was stopped by the battarian's grip.

“You're forgetting something bitch” he said as he raised his eyes to meet her gaze. She hated being called that. She wanted nothing more than to twist around break his jaw with her knee, but she couldn't for the sake of the mission. Besides, she was discovering today that there were many things she hated that aroused her, being verbally abused and humiliated was just another shame to add to her growing list. So rather than do anything violent she just raised her brow in confusion.

“We need more material remember” he smirked, while delivering a gentle slap to her rear. This slap didn't have anywhere near the effect on her as the previous one did, but there was no denying how much her womanhood enjoyed the stinging sensation. She had never felt more betrayed by it. Rather than argue with him about it, which she had no energy to do, she just asked him how much “material” he needed.

“Its not a question of how much I need bitch, its a question of how much I want” he said.

“And how much is that?” she questioned, not even bothering to be upset about being called a bitch again.

“All of it” he replied. Making his intentions clear by using both hands to squeeze and kneed her cheeks. Unsure what to do, she just stood there, letting him play with her ass. She would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy it, and she found her arousal quickly returning to her. How far would this go, she didn't want this to escalate more than it already had.

“Why don't you do it” he said. Perhaps sensing her hesitation, or worse wanting to enjoy the humiliation of her revealing herself to him. Regardless she felt she had no choice. Her hands made their way up to the hem of her pants, where she would fold it downwards, revealing perhaps an extra inch of her back. The hem was now resting on the upper edge of her cheeks.

She felt no hands on her ass anymore, and with her fingers still in her pants turned her head to look at her objective. He had leaned back into his chair and folded his arms, clearly preparing to enjoy the impromptu strip show he was trying to convince her to give. One Miranda had no intention of giving.

After a short while of no one doing or saying anything, he gestured his hands impatiently, signaling her to continue. Miranda had already reached her limit of what she was willing to expose, so she did nothing more than to pull so little on her pants it barely moved. The only thing this did was annoy Karvan, who again gestured for her to continue. She didn't want to go farther, but she knew she would get nowhere by resisting. There were limits to how much she could delay before he would just take matters into his own hands, and god knows how far things could escalate then. If she complied a little, she might survive this mission without experiencing more than a little humiliation and a new tattoo.

Miranda reluctantly complied with his demands and folded the hem once more, revealing another inch. This inch however were far more interesting. His eyes shot up and he felt the blood rush to his member. The upper portion of her cheeks exposed and he saw the thong the cleaved her ass in two. White and thin, hugging the curves of her hips, and sticking to her body, wet from her sweat. He could see the thong disappear between her magnificent cheeks. He moved his chair closer and leaned forward. His face hoovering inches from her ass.

Miranda's breathing grew heavier. Nervousness began to talk hold in her mind. What would he to do her. Was she inviting abuse from this creature. Would he force himself on her. What scared her the most however was how much the idea of the criminal forcing himself on her exited her.

“More” he said, not even looking at her. His eyes fixed on her ass. His hands rested on his knees not doing anything. He wanted her to expose herself to him. With how she was feeling, and had she not been on a mission, and him having been human she might have surrendered completely.

“I think that is more than enough material for you to work” she said as sternly as she could while removing her hands from the hem of her pants. He raised his eyes to meet hers and shook his head. Miranda ignored his disapproval and began to lower herself onto the bench.

Karvan stood up and grabbed her hips, preventing her from sitting down. His grip was tight and he pressed her against him. His placed his mouth close to her ear.

“I need more, a work of art needs more. And you are a work of art” he whispered in her ear. Miranda rolled her eyes, knowing full well battarians had little appreciation for art.

“You're supposed to tattoo my back, not my ass” she replied. Surprised by how her own voice matched his whisper.

“Every great painting needs a beautiful frame” he whispered into her ear again. At the same time he moved his hands from her hips and hooked his fingers into the band of her thong. She was filled with a sudden sens of horror. She wanted to quickly grab his wrists, preventing him from pulling off her underwear, and exposing her most intimate place. But to her surprise he didn't pull it off. Instead he bulled them up. Forcing the bands of her thong to climb high on her hips. Her underwear now pressed hard against her womanhood. They were soaked and cold, it pressed into her, reminding her how much she had been leaking at his touch. The thong dug deep between her cheeks. As he did this he pressed his chest forward against her back, forcing her forward and she had to move her hands to catch herself from falling face first into the bench.

She stood there stunned, somehow still surprised by his assertiveness. His hands tracing the band of her thong which now climbed high over her hip and up her back.

“There we go, a nice frame for our painting” he emphasized his words by tracing his fingers along the band of her thong. “But I have run out of patience for you stalling, time to put the bitch in her place” as his words left his mouth he grabbed the hem of her pants. He left Miranda no time to react. She was unable to stop him as she was bent forward with her palms on the bench. In one swift motion he yanked the synthetic pants down past her ass, revealing the wonderful globes in all their glory. He was immediately bombarded with the scent of her womanhood. She had been leaking for so long now, the scent was thick, and it was as perfect as everything else about her. Her female pheromones attacked his system instantly and all the blood in his body began rushing south. It was so intense it almost made him dizzy. Nothing about this woman was normal. This woman could have anyone, anything in the galaxy, and he could not wrap his head around why such a woman would be bent over in front of him of all people. But he was not going to let this opportunity slip.

He acted swiftly, not allowing the woman the opportunity to object or change her mind. With her pants sitting snuggly just underneath her ass, he placed both hands back on her hips and pushed her down on the bench. After she landed he pulled her hips back towards him. She was now somewhere between sitting and lying on her stomach, with her legs on either side of the bench. Her pants practically trapped beneath her, making it impossible for her to pull them up without standing up first.

Miranda was now resting on her forearms with the battarians hands on her hips. She was growing increasingly annoyed at how things were developing. Now almost naked, at the complete mercy of this alien was not how she planed for this mission to go. She turned her head and looked angrily at the battarian.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing” she practically shouted at him. She tried raising her hips, only to again be stopped by the battarians strong grip on her hips. Her resistance was growing now. She was genuinely trying to push herself off the bench. Using both her hands and legs, and Karvan really had to use force to keep her pinned.

He stood up and placed on hand between her shoulders while the other groped her ass. As he pressed down on her back he shifted all his weight onto the hand between her shoulder blades. The force was to great for Miranda and her hands buckled underneath her and she was pressed firmly into the bench. It was painful for her. Her breasts squished between herself and the bench. She had always had very sensitive breasts, which for the most part had given her some enjoyable experiences at the hands of talented individuals, but they were also large and inconvenient at times, and this was one of those times. Getting all of the battarian's weight put onto her upper back was everything but enjoyable, not only was it painful, but it was severely restricting her ability to breathe properly.

“Get off me vermin!” she screamed. Or at least tried to. Her chest compressed so much restricted her breathing and in turn her voice. He ignored her command, and instead leaned forward moving his hand away from her back and replacing it with his torso. He practically laid down on top of her. His weight pinning her in place even more than before. Where his hand had restricted her movements, his body had practically immobilized her. She now could feel his breath against her neck. His groin pressed against her ass and his hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them infront of her and pressed them into the bench.

His strong putrid scent again assaulted her nostrils, and again it triggered the same shameful response in her body. Blood rushed to her womanhood and she felt her muscles flex, desperately trying to grip something that wasn't there. It longed to be filled, it almost felt like it had a mind of its own, wrestling with Miranda for control of her body. She had never felt so betrayed by it before.

He pressed his hips forward, grinding against her. She could feel his growing member pressed between her cheeks, rubbing against the valley of her ass. She was unable to do anything, unable to escape, unable to push back against it. She was locked in place, forced to endure this humiliating stimulation, and it was stimulating. There was no denying the effect it was having on her body. Her breathing increased, her skin grew hot and her face blushed. Goosebumps grew all over her skin, was it from fear, or anticipation? Was this it, was this the moment he forced himself on her? Her mind began to race. But to her shock, and shame, it didn't terrify her, or at least it didn't only terrify her. Images flooded her mind again with being abused by this animal, and her body was flooded with arousal. Why was she like this?

It was going to far. Miranda had to regain control. There was nothing else for her to do, mission be damned. She prepared to channel her biotics to throw the assailant off her. But just as she was about to activate it he let go of her wrists. He moved his hands to underside of the bench and pulled a lever. He then pulled back on the bench, raising half the bench upwards and Miranda with it. As the bench clicked into its new locked position Miranda found her self sitting with the upper half of the bench raised she could rest her torso against it while remaining seated. On each side of the narrow bench were a couple of handlebars she could rest her hands on.

The battarian had now completely backed away from her, and she was left sitting on the bench with her back to him. Hear breathing was jagged and quick. Clearly affected by the stimuli she was experiencing. At least she could take proper breaths now that the pressure on her back was gone.

She turned her head slowly to look behind her. He had moved backwards a little and was now preparing his tool for the tattoo job ahead. The gun was thankfully smaller than the one used on the krogan, but even so she still didn't look forward to what was coming.

“You could have just asked me to raise the bench you know?” Miranda said between jagged breaths. Her voice revealing her annoyance at the situation. He looked back at her, at her flushed skin, he could see her uneven and nervous breathing. As much as she was protesting, he could see the effect he's treatment was having on her.

“Why?” he said as he smirked. “Much more fun to explore your body this way, besides, you're finally ready now, in the right position, and properly exposed” he grabbed a fistful of ass as he spoke. “So much back and forth, so much resisting. I don't have the patience for an indecisive bitch” as he spoke he let go of her ass and grabbed his tattoo gun. He started to shift closer and brought his left hand to her hip. She was going to object to what he said, to argue about the way she was treated. She was going to demand to be allowed to pull her pants up, to be freed from this humiliating position. But all of those thoughts were interrupted by a more pressing one.

“Wait!” she said as he sat himself right behind her with his tool in his hands. “Am I not going to pick a design first?!” her voice revealing her fear. The battarian rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“You don't listen do you bitch?” his voice clearly annoyed by her interruption. “I pick where and what to ink you with” he stated, not even bothering to look at her, his eyes foxed on her lower back. “Now be a good bitch, sit still and arch your back” he commanded. Again he called her a bitch, and again her body responded in kind. It was like the pronunciation of the word sent sparks through her body. Every time he called her that she could feel her lower lips grow more inflamed and could feel her pussy clench. She wanted to be called that, and she wanted to obey. And obey she did,.Before she could even properly register what he wanted, her body had already acted on its own, and her back arched. Her ass pressed backward and her torso pressed against the raised bench. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his grin growing at the sight of her obedience. She was flooded with shame at her bodies behavior, shame that only increased her arousal.

His grip on her hip was firm and held her still as he lowered the tool and pressed it against her back. She should have objected, she should have demanded control over what was marked on her. There were many things she should have done, but again her will failed her and she didn't. Instead she sat there, looking over her shoulder nervously as the tool made contact with her skin. He activated it an the needle pierced her skin. The pain was instant, like a dull knife scratching the upper layers of her skin. It was far from the worst pain she had experienced, and she could easily manage it, but it was still an unpleasant experience.

Compared to all the frustrating and humiliating things she had experienced today, a little physical pain was almost preferable to her. She leaned her forehead against the raised bench and grabbed hold of the side of it with her hands. Now she could just sit there, and breathe, focusing on handling the pain. Miranda was good with pain. She could endure en enormous amount of it. Not only was she far more durable than the average human, she was also trained by Cerberus for many years, to resist both combat injuries and torture. She let her mind wander, as she was trained to do if captured and tortured. Not to stay with the body that was being abused. She focused on her breathing, and slowly but surely the pain became distant.

She thought the rest would be easy now, just sit there, breathe and wait. But she should have known better. She should have known that he would not let her rest. She was suddenly snapped out of her meditation. Not from pain, but from something else. The battarian had moved his hand from her hips to steady her, and was instead groping her ass. She turned her head to look at him.

“Is that really necessary?” she questioned. She was just getting comfortable, to be pulled back to the humiliating reality that she was in annoyed her greatly. He smiled, not looking back at her, but instead fixed on his work. His hand never leaving her ass.

“An artist need a stable position to work from” he said as he squeezed her hard. Art was many things to Miranda, beautiful things, in her mind there was nothing artistic about what was happening, and certainly not about this degenerate. She was about to object to his groping but was interrupted.

“You talk too much” he said as he returned to his work. “Be a good bitch and turn around, grab the the handle bars and shut up” he squeezed her cheek as he finished his sentence. She was going to object, but just as she was about to speak the tool again pierced her skin and she winced from the pain. She collected her self, and took a deep breath. But rather than argue, she obeyed. She turned her head around, and lifter her hands to the handles and grabbed them tightly.

She tried to resume her meditation, but was unable to focus. She was being kept in the present, but not by the pain. As he worked on her back, his left hand greedily groped her ass. Pinching it, massaging it, squeezing it. His hands wandered over her left cheek roughly, and explored every part of her curvaceous rear. Hear breathing grew more laborious. Her skin was hot, and sensitive to the touch. She didn't tell him to stop, she didn't move away. Instead, to her surprise she arched her back and flexed her ass as he molested her. If she had turned around she would have seen the smug look on his face, thankfully she didn't turn around. Instead she leaned her forehead against the bench and closed her eyes.

As the the tattoo was begin to take shape on her lower back, he couldn't help but admire his own craftsmanship. He had tattooed many people over the years, mostly slaves, but never before had he had a creature like this one to work with. He used to think the highlight of his career was inking some of Araia's asari dancers. Some of them were the personification of sensuality. He had inked them, even had his way with a few of them after. In exchange for money of course, wouldn't want to upset the queen bitch herself by ruining one of her dancers. He even offered to ink Aria herself, the one time he crossed paths with her at Afterlife. The only thing that had earned him was a strike in the stomach from one of her krogan bodyguards. She didn't even look at him, or acknowledged his existence when she walked by. But none of them compared to what was in front of him now. This woman was sexier than all the asari on Omega, no, in the galaxy.

As he worked he found it more and more difficult to focus on his task. More and more of his attention was shifted to admiring the curves of the woman in front of him. He watched as her chest moved with her breathing, she was breathing heavily now. Her skin cover in sweat, it made his hand almost glide friction-less over her ass. Her skin was covered in it, running down her back. He traced his finger along the path of one of the droplets as it glided down the valley of her spine. It slowly moved all the way to her ass before it was absorbed by the fabric in her underwear. He hooked his finger underneath the band running between her cheeks. The woman's breathing stopped, and she froze. He just stayed still, holding the band in with his index finger just above her tailbone. She did nothing, said nothing, she just sat their silently, not breathing. He smiled to himself. He was close, so close. He knew that he could get this woman, if he played his cards right. Her mind said no, her words resisted, but her body gave him all the right signals. He just had to be careful, not too aggressive or this prey would slip out of his grasp.

What he really wanted was to pull this thin white fabric down and have her way with her, but he knew that if he was that aggressive she would recoil and flee. He had to warm her up first, and the way that her body was reacting to his touch, he was doing a good job at that. So he swallowed his desires, and embraced patience. He used his finger to hike her thong upwards, pressing it tight against the cleft of her ass, but revealing nothing. As he removed his hand he leaned back a little to get a better look. The thong was hiked high on her hip, nicely framing the ink he was leaving on her back. So much of the sweat had drifted down and been absorbed by the fabric of her thong, making it slick and sticking it to her skin. It was a sight to behold. Those large round cheeks, so beautifully encased in her underwear. He didn't really understand what it was about thongs that he liked so much. You would think that naked was better, allowing him to see everything in detail. But for him it wasn't, for him there was something about that tiny strip of fabric traveling between a woman's cheeks that just made an ass look that much more appealing.

As he thought about it he traced his finger along the tiny band that divided her ass. As his fingered traveled beneath her tailbone the woman winced and her entire body flexed, but she did not move. His finger stopped right above her asshole. Her thong was so thin it barely cover it. The way she was sitting with her legs spread also spread her cheeks, giving him a first class view to the cleavage of her ass. Underneath the thin fabric he could see the rim of her hole. Had he been younger and braver he would have just shoved a finger right up there now with no warning. It would have made her shriek, and he would have laughed. But he was a more cautious man now, so instead he was satisfied with just looking at it, for now.

His erection was at its maximum now. In fact he questioned if he had ever been this hard in his life. He moved his hand away from the rim and put down his tool. He grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled himself close to her. He pressed his groin against her ass and his cock, still trapped by his pants fit snuggly into the cleavage of her ass. As he pressed himself into her he moved one hand up her back, tracing her spine and the other to grab a fistful of ass. He squeezed roughly and for the first time in a while the woman made a sound. A quite moan escaped her lips as he pressed against her. The woman turned her head towards him and their eyes met. He looked into her piercing blue eyes with his four black ones. He waited for her to tell him to get off, or to get back to tattooing, but instead she said nothing. She just looked at him, mouth open, and breathing heavily.

He continued to molest her, kneading her ass as if it was the last time he would ever touch one. She just sat there, allowing it. Her expression was strange to him. Clearly aroused, her cheeks red, her skin glistening with sweat. She did not resist anymore, so he grew braver. The hand that had been moving up her back instead traveled to the side and eventually underneath her. His other hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back towards him. The act pressed her firmly against his groin and she was now almost sitting in his lap. Her hands still held on to the handles as her torso was lifted away from the bench. The hand that came underneath her moved upwards until it made contact with the underside of her breasts. His hand moved to her globes and grabbed hold.

Even though her tits were trapped underneath her top it was still a magnificent experience for him. They were huge, so large they barely fit in his large hands. He treated them the same way he had treated the rest of her body, rough, uncaring and hard. He squeezed her breast and another moan escaped the woman's lips. She was no longer looking at him, but instead had lowered her head forward and closed her eyes. He could feel her body flex underneath him as he groped her, and the flexing of her ass squeezed his cock lodged between her cheeks.

Her hands were gripping the handles hard. He could see how the muscles in her arms were tightening and her hands grew red from the tension. To his surprise, and enjoyment, she did nothing, only moaned as he groped her breast roughly. Had he done it? Was this it, was she finally broken in?

His other hand moved from her shoulder to join he other on her front. He used this hand to squeeze her other breast even harder than before, earning another even louder moan form the woman. He then slowly moved his other hand south. Tracing the contours of her her flat stomach. He could feel her abs flex as his hand journeyed south. As his hand reached further and further south her breathing grew faster. She pushed herself against him, driving herself almost fully into his lap. He used the hand on her breast to pull her towards him. She was pressed into his chest and she was forced to let go of the handles.

Her breathing was fast now, almost racing. With one hand on her breast and the other snaking its way down her stomach he was beginning to believe he had won her over. As he roughly played with her breast the woman moaned and reached a hand back to grab his neck to support herself. She held on tight as as she was roughly treated by him.

After what felt like an eternity of travel his hand finally made contact with the fabric of her thong. He showed no hesitation, and pressed his fingers underneath the fabric, and snaking his way south. The response was immediate, her body tensed, her ass flexed so hard, and squeezed his member, that it earned a moan from him. He pressed on, with more and more of his fingers finding their way underneath the fabric. She was smooth, not a sign of hair, her skin was as perfect there as everywhere else on her body. As he moved across her mound he was so close to his goal, and just as he was about to make contact with his objective he was stopped. His hand had been stopped by a surprisingly strong grip on his wrist. He lifted his gaze and saw that she had turned her head and was looking straight at him. It was not the eyes he had seen before. They were hard, and intense. Her eyes showed determination he had not seen from this woman so far, and he was almost taken aback by it, almost.

“That's enough playing don't you think” the woman said coldly. There was no hesitation or nervousness in her voice. Had he read her all wrong, was this all an act for her? Or did he just cross a line she was not willing to cross yet. His thoughts interrupted by her words. “Weren't you supposed to tattoo me? A bit difficult when both your hands are occupied, no?” she said as she began to lift his hand out of her underwear. He was so surprised by the change in her mood that he didn't get to react to her actions. By the time strength returned to his arm and he stopped her from moving his hand it had already left the confines of her thong.

The first feeling that came over him was rage. Anger at being rejected, anger at this woman thinking she could control him, anger at the idea that she thought this wouldn't end with his cock buried inside her. Usually he would have just slapped her across the face grabbed her neck and crushed her into the bench. He would probably had rammed his cock up her ass, rather than her pussy, just to put the arrogant bitch in her place. But before he could act on his rage, another thought came to him. What if he didn't?

This woman clearly wanted him. A human woman lusting after a battarian was rare, in fact he had never heard of it. Sure slaves would obediently suck their masters cock and claim to love the taste. But you can never trust a slave. They say whatever they think will spare them their master's lash. No, the only human women he had known were the ones he took with force, or the ones he bought. And buying one wasn't even straight forward. Most human prostitutes would reject a battarian's credits, unless it was a large amount. So having a woman so clearly affected by his touch was unique experience for him. Not only that, but the woman in question was the most attractive woman he had ever seen.

So even though his desire to end this stupid game grew larger by the minute, he still hesitated. He didn't need to force himself, he just need to play his cards right. She was so close already, it would just take a little more to push her over the edge. Then he could experience something new, not only the greatest woman in the galaxy, but a woman that lusted after him, that wanted to be with him.

Also this game had amused him a little. He was never one for foreplay, usually just preferring to shove his cock in a girls mouth for a minute or two to get lubed up before going for the main event. In spite of this he would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed himself since the woman came into his shop. This little game had dragged on far longer than he planned, but he was slowly building a new appreciation for the slow gradual escalation. He had never seduced anyone before, it would be fun to try it once he thought. Besides, he could always just pin her down eventually if that didn't work. He had a few hours to spare before he was heading to Afterlife anyway, not like he didn't have time to play with this little bitch.

“Well?” he heard the woman say. He had been lost in his own thoughts, almost forgetting about the woman sitting in his lap. He was still holding her breast with one hand and palm of the other on her toned stomach. She was looking at him questioningly, waiting for him to decide what happened next. And upon seeing the defiance in her eyes he made up his mind. He was going to break this bitch. He was going to twist every nub, flick every button, drive her wild until her mind and body was a mess. He could even slip her some red sand to help drive her over the edge. And when she was a drooling broken mess, on her knees begging for his cock, only then would he give it to her.

His smug smile returned to him as he nodded to her. He quickly stood up, earning a yelp from the woman as she fell forward onto the bench. It collapsed under the impact and returned to its default flat position. The fall caught the woman of guard and she was unable to catch her fall, making her land prone on the bench. He was now standing directly behind her, towering over the prone woman. He leaned forward and pressed himself against her. One hand placed on each side of her head as he began to grind against her rear.

“Of course we will get to the tattoo” he whispered into her ear. Can't let such a beautiful work of art go unfinished. As he finished he stood up from her and traced a hand along her back over the tattoo he was working on. He hand moved past it and reached her ass, which in groped roughly before slapping it hard. The woman shrieked and grabbed the sides of the bench. She was trying to push herself forward but her pants were caught on the edge, holding her in place. She tried to rotate but was held in place as well. The only thing her actions achieved was grinding her ass against his rock hard cock, much to his enjoyment.

Miranda turned her head around to look back at the alien. He was standing there grinning as she was helplessly grinding against him. One of his hands started groping her ass again, and she realized that it was futile to try and get away. She looked up at him pleadingly.

“This is a little awkward” she said as she signaled with her eyes to the embarrassing state of her pants.

“Oh?” he replied. His grin growing ever larger. “I don't think it is awkward at all”. Now both of his hands were roughly playing with her globes. Her breathing was beginning to accelerate again and she found herself growing hot. Why did she enjoy it so much. She had almost lost control and given in to alien already, just barely being able to halt it before it got to far. “Its not awkward, this is just the natural position for a bitch to be in, you will get use to it” as he finished he landed another smack on her ass. Just at the same place as before, making it sting even more. The pain shot through her and her body reacted just the same as before. She was unable to suppress the moan that escaped her. She just looked at him. Unsure what to say. Her being used so roughly, played with for the enjoyment of someone else was driving her wild. And every time he called her bitch her pussy clenched in response, begging to be filled. She had never felt so pathetic, and that just turned her on even more.

“There is a way to make it less awkward for you” he said as he looked down on the woman before him. Her eyes staring back at him pleadingly. Ass red from his strikes. He moved his hands away from her ass, and took a step back. For a moment Miranda thought he was just going to let get up, but that belief was shirt lived as she felt two strong hands grab her hips roughly and flip her around on the bench placing her on her ass. He then swiftly grabbed the hem of her pants and pulled it down.

She was left with no opportunity to react. By the time she had landed on her ass her pants were already around her ankles. Her boots prevented the article from being pulled of completely. He was now standing there with her legs extended, and holding the pants around her ankles in his hands. For the first time he got a good look at the woman's semi-naked front. Her stomach was toned and glistening with sweat. Her thong was soaked. Not only with sweat that made it hug her body so tight, but also from her juices. Again he was assaulted by her scent. It smelled so good to him, like the sweetest nectar in the galaxy. Her thong sat high on her hips, pressed tightly against her pussy. Combined with the wetness it hugged her labia so tight it was almost like skin. He could see every curve of her swollen lips. Her thong was so wet it was practically see through. She might as well wear nothing at all he thought to himself. And she would be wearing nothing at all soon, but not yet, he had to pace himself.

She was leaning backwards raised up on her elbows looking up at him with an annoyed expression. Clearly frustrated about be tossed around. He let go of her pants allowing her to drop her feet to the floor.

“Better?” he asked, not even attempting to hide his smug expression. “Some ventilation is good, looks like you need some” he said as he turned towards his tools. “Adjust yourself and resume the position and we will continue” he instructed and sat down in his chair again.

Miranda sat there for a moment without acting. She could just pull up her pants and sit down to finish the job, she didn't have to endure this humiliation any longer. God knows how much time had past, but it had to be more than what was needed. She could probably even walk out, and leave this place forever having done her duty. But she did neither of these things. Instead she leaned down and unhooked the straps on her boots and kicked them off. She then removed her pants completely, seeing the battarian's eyes gleefully watching her as he did so. She didn't really know why she did it, maybe she was afraid of his anger if she didn't. Maybe she thought she had to stay for the mission, make sure that enough time would pass, she wouldn't get another chance like this after all. Or maybe she did for a completely different reason, a reason she didn't want to admit.

Regardless of her reasoning once she was done, she stood up and turned around while looking at him over her shoulder. He sat there, smug as always, clearly enjoying her bending to his will. She then placed one leg on each side of the bench before she sat down, making sure to arch her back as she did so. She placed the palm of her hands on the bench in front of her and looked back over her shoulder, waiting.

Karvan watched gleefully as the woman gracefully placed herself on the bench. Now dressed in nothing more than a white tank top and thong, he could finally begin to truly appreciate the woman's form. Her long legs spread on each side of the bench, smooth, glistening and toned. Her naked feet resting on her tip toes against the steel floor. His eyes climbed upwards from her legs to her thong encased ass, up her back and finally meeting her gaze as she sat there waiting.

“Are you going to raise the bench for me again?” she asked him. Karvan said nothing. He only moved himself and his chair closer. He moved as close as was possible, and again his groin was pressed against her ass. With his right hand he grabbed the tattoo gun while he placed his left palm against her upper back, pressing her down.

Miranda did not resist this time, allowing herself to pressed forward. She made contact with the bench, her breasts pressed against it, her legs on either side of the bench balancing on her toes, with her torso prone. She felt exposed and vulnerable. Yet she did not try to push back up, instead she grabbed hold of the sides of the bench and closed her eyes.

The battarian smiled to himself, as he watched the human submit, if only partially. There were still larger hurdles to climb, but she was giving in more and more. And the enjoyment of slowly bringing her to the edge was growing on him. For a moment he began to wonder why she was there in the first place. If the dangers of the experience drew her, why did she continue to resist so much? Surely if she came there just to get fucked by a criminal deviant, he would be balls deep in her already. But he didn't dwell on this for long, the amazing ass in front of him stole all his attention. And as he grabbed it with his left hand and squeezed it he was immediately rewarded with a moan from the woman. He brought his tool to her back, and again began injecting her with ink.

As he worked he groped and pinched her ass. Every touch sending electricity up Miranda's spine. It didn't take many minutes before she was almost moaning constantly and breathing heavily. She had always enjoyed for her cheeks to be groped. With a behind as glorious as hers, why wouldn't she. She loved when men played with it, groped it, touched it. That alone was almost enough to bring her over the edge. And she had never been more close than now. As time progressed she grew more and more restless. As enjoyable as his hand on her ass was she needed more. Her womanhood was leaking profusely, desperately wanting to be filled. God how she needed to be filled. But she needed to be careful, if she wasn't she might end up with far more than she bargained for.

As much as she was horny and desperate for cock, she had no desire to let a disgusting alien into her most sacred and intimate places. Not only that, but the man was also dangerous, she couldn't loose to much control. Yet in spite of her line of thinking, she couldn't stop her self from pushing backwards against the alien. Grinding against him, hoping for some kind of stimulation for fer desperately needy pussy. She used her hands to push herself backwards towards him. She could feel his cock, trapped in his pants, grinding against her right cheek. If she could only move a little, shift a little to the right, she could get that stimulation her pussy ached for, without having to go all the way. She tried to raise her hip while she pushed back against him. She flexed her thighs and pushed off the floor, attempting to almost mount him backwards. This however interrupted the aliens work, and rather than letting her mount him, he instead pulled his hips pack and slapped her ass so hard the room started ringing. Miranda let out a shriek unlike anything she ever had before. The pain was so intense it felt as if her skin had split open. He must have slapped her with all his strength. The pain made her legs buckle underneath her and she fell back down on the bench. Yet in spite the pain, it was now really dawning on her how much she enjoyed being spanked.

Her arousal had reached its maximum. Never in her life had she felt as horny as this. Her womanhood was burning, leaking almost constantly now, threatening to spill past her underwear and drip down her thighs. The strike had sent electric sparks throughout her whole body. Her pussy was tingling with the aftershock of the impact. Threatening to reach its climax without ever being touched. But the biggest reaction was in her brain. It was as if every neuron was firing at the same time. Her brain flooded with hormones. She felt ecstasy, joy, excitement and pleasure all bundled up into one potent emotional cocktail. She couldn't stop herself from grinning from ear to ear.

“Stop moving bitch!” he yelled at her. “I can't work if you are moving around like a needy slut!” his voice clearly annoyed at her behavior.

“Sorry” she replied before thinking. Her voice was meek and pathetic. Why did she apologize? She sounded so pathetic. Shame again took hold of her. What the hell was happening to her. Why was she acting like this. Something about being called these derogatory things just triggered an immediate submissive response from her. Like she had been trained to obey when degraded. She hated how she was feeling, how she was acting, at the same time it felt so good to obey.

“Don't worry little whore” he whispered as he leaned over her. His left hand grabbed a lump of hair and pulled it backwards, forcing her her head backwards making her moan. “We will have plenty of time to take good care of your needs after we are finished”. To Miranda's horror she discovered that she also enjoyed getting her hair pulled. It sent the same kind of electricity through her body and into her pussy. Right now it felt as if every nerve on her body was connected to her pussy. Every thing he did to her caused a reaction between her legs. And nothing seemed to get a stronger reaction than pain. She was loving it, and she wanted more.

He let go of her hair and returned to his seat. He pulled her back against him. Once they had both returned to the correct position he resumed his work. Something had changed now. Miranda felt it, the pain from the tattoo gun didn't bother her anymore. To her surprise it exited her. It was almost enjoyable. His hand on her ass, his groin pressed against her, and the needle carving away at her flesh made hot inside.

She raised herself onto her hands arching her back and bringing some much needed relief to her compressed breasts. She looked over her shoulder at the battarian waiting for approval. He just returned to his work, not bothered by her new position. He never stopped groping her ass though, not that she minded anymore, in fact if he had removed his hand she would have missed it.

She let her eyes wander across the room. There was nothing really of interest there, except for one thing. To her right next to the entrance was a large mirror. It reached from the floor to the ceiling and was almost as wide as the wall it was attached to. And for the first time she got to have a good look at herself. There she was, Miranda Lawson, half naked, covered in sweat, and letting a battarian grope her and grind against her. In the reflection she saw the disgusting smile on this putrid creature as he groped her fair body. But the thing that shocked her the most wasn't his expression, it was her own. She was flustered, red cheeks, watery eyes and a content smile on her face. She looked drunk, intoxicated. If she had been told that this is where her day would lead her she would have laughed in their face. No way in hell she would ever let a battarian shake her hand, let alone grope her without a violent reaction. Yet here she sat, and the battarian had done for more than grope her. He had humiliated her in ways she had never been humiliated before. She could barely be convinced to let men take her from behind, as she considered it an act of submission and surrender. Not only had she allowed the disgusting alien to degrade her, she had encouraged it, and even worse, she had enjoyed it.

Something changed within her This is what she looked like to other people, and she did not like what she was seeing. It was as if all the arousal was drained from her body in an instant. The old Miranda returned. Her smile disappeared and her expression soured. How had she allowed it to escalate this far. She had completed her mission ages ago, god knows how much time had passed. It was time for extraction.

She was now uncomfortable, the needle kept working on her back, and now it was painful. The battarian's hand on her ass felt rough and uncomfortable. And the fact that it was a battarian's hand filled her with revolution. She needed to get out of here, but she needed to be smart about it. Not raise his suspicion, and not blow her cover. So she just sat there and waited. Allowing the battarian to finish his work, and to her disgust, grope her ass to his heart's content. There was no longer any enjoyment in his touch. In fact the longer it persisted the more angry she grew. But she knew at the end of this mission, this battarian would be dead, dumped in one of Omega's trash collectors, either by her, or some other operative.

The tattooing, and groping, continued for some time before he shut of the tool and leaned back to admire his work.

“Not to bad if I say so myself” he said. “Although I had the best material to work with”. He smacked her ass for emphasis. Miranda looked over her shoulder at him and pressed forth a fake smile.

“Are we finished” she asked. Trying not to let her building anger be revealed in her voice.

“Soon, just one more thing that needs to be done” as he spoke he stood up and walked to one of the crates by the exit. Miranda's eyes followed him, but she remained seated. Thinking the simplest solution was to just let this play out, and then leave. She needed him to think he was safe, so that he wouldn't change anything about him, as tempting as it was to just shoot him and be done with it. He might prove to be valuable alive. A team should be sent to capture him later.

Her eyes moved from Karvan to her firearm on the couch. If shit hit the fan she would have to be quick. She had already seen of quick he was to anger, if she rejected him completely she was sure he would react violently, she had to be ready. But hopefully she could just gracefully maneuver herself out of this situation without having to resort to violence.

He returned with small container with a clear liquid inside it. Miranda recognized the omnigel, having used it many times in field. Supposed it would also work at reducing the swelling and irritation caused by of a fresh tattoo. She extended her hand to receive the bottle from him. He shook his head and revealed a crooked smug smile.

“Don't be silly. Comes with the product. We go above and beyond for our customers here” he said while he walked behind her. As much as she hated the idea of his hands on her body again, she stuck to her original plan of not causing a scene. “Besides, I don't mind spoiling a bitch once in a while”. Her anger was reaching her limits. She squeezed the side of the bench until her fingers turned white.

He opened the container and allowed the liquid to pour from it onto her back. It was cold, unlike everything else in this room. She flinched as the liquid touched her skin. He didn't use a little, it poured out onto her back, like thick syrup traveling down. He emptied the container onto her, covering her back in it. It flowed down until it reached her thong, where the liquid flowed along the band from both sides until it met in the middle. There it overflowed and ran down between her cheeks. The liquid pooled on the bench underneath her ass.

“Sorry about that, I have always been one to spill, and leave a mess” she could hear the smugness in his voice. “But you will learn that about me soon enough”. He placed one of his hands on her neck and the other on her ass. She looked up at the standing battarian, unsure what he wanted. He began to apply pressure on her neck while using the hand on her ass to lift her from the bench. Wanting this to be over, she followed his directions to the best of her abilities.

He pulled her forward and up. She raised her knees onto the bench as he made her crawl forward. Once she had moved to the other end of the bench he stopped her there. On her hands and knees in front of her, he couldn't resist. And once again brought his hand down on her ass hard. The strike made her cheeks shake. Droplets of omnigel flew in all directions from the impact. She was furious. Her anger threatening to bubble over. She was about to send him flying through the room with her biotics when to her horror another familiar sensation returned.

Was that really all it took to tame her? Spanking? Was this how truly pathetic the great Miranda Lawson really was? Again she felt the electricity shoot through her body. Her womanhood suddenly sprang to life. Blood rushed to it, and it became warm again. In fact it became scolding hot. It was shocking to her how quickly it heated up. She was not given much time to contemplate it however, for another strike soon followed the first one. This time she was not quite. What left her mouth was a mix between a moan and a scream. She tried to turn her head so she could yell at him to stop, but he had his grip tightly around her neck, keeping her head locked in place, unable to look behind her. As her gaze was forced forward she felt another strike, this one on the opposite cheek, but just as hard. She grunted in pain. She opened her mouth to yell at him to stop, but was interrupted by another strike to the same cheek, and her command just turned into a guttural groan. Another strike followed quickly thereafter resulting in another moan from her.

She tried her best to yell at him, she really did. But every attempt was interrupted by a strike to her ass. And soon what left her mouth was just a contentious groan. Or maybe a moan, she didn't know, for truth be told she was feeling so much pain groaning was called for, yet on top of the pain was growing pleasure. Every strike made her pussy vibrate with pleasure. It felt as good to her as masturbating, even though nothing was touching her where you would think it was needed. Her vagina was empty, unfilled and needy, and her clit remained unstimulated, trapped underneath her thong, swimming in the juices leaking from her. Yet she felt good. So good in fact that for a moment she forgot all about her plan, all about her mission. She forgot all about her hatred for battarians. The only think she felt in that moment was the sweet pleasure of pain.

As her moans grew more and more potent, he relaxed his grip on her neck. But with his left hand he never relented. He struck her again, and again , and again. Miranda arched her back and pressed her ass against his hand every time it landed. She was moving back and forth on her hands and knees, surrendering to this wild ride of pain she was on. Moaning constantly as she was spanked again, and again. And then it stopped.

He brought his hand down on her ass on last time, but this time gently. Her disappointment was immediate. He held his hand on her ass, groping it and rubbing the omnigel all over it. The effect of the gel was was quick. The stinging on her ass subsided quickly ass the gel made contact with the irritated tissue. The pain was drifting away slowly as the alien massaged her cheeks. No, this wasn't what she wanted. She wanted more pain, she needed more. Miranda turned her face towards him and looked at him pleadingly. When pleading with her eyes didn't give her the reaction she wanted she opened her mouth.

“Please” she begged. She hated how she sounded, so weak, so pathetic, but she didn't stop. She continued to beg for more. “I need more. . . . . please”. She arched her back and stretched her hands forward, trying to adopt as provocative a pose as possible desperately trying to entice a reaction from him.

He said nothing. He just looked down on her, his four black eyes digging into her own. He didn't smile, he didn't look smug, his face expressionless. For the first time Miranda felt judged. As if he thought her just as pathetic as she believed herself to be. Shame overtook her and she averted her eyes and lowered her head in shame, what the fuck was wrong with her.

“Does the bitch want more?” he asked. His voice cold and uncaring. His hands continued to work the gel over her cheeks. She didn't reply. She couldn't say it. What would that mean for her? To fall so far, just for a spanking. She was in control of herself. She wasn't so consumed with desire that she would surrender what little remained of her dignity to this alien. So she said nothing, her head hanging between her shoulders, resting on her elbows, ass in the air. It was pathetic of her to think she had any dignity left.

His hands stopped massaging her ass. His hands moved to her tattoo instead and began rubbing the gel over it. His movements almost clinical. She didn't realize how much she enjoyed his hands on her ass until they were gone. She stood there on her hands and knees as he rubbed the gel into her back. He said nothing, she said nothing. Without his hand on her ass she was robbed of any kind of stimulation. And she was growing increasingly frustrated by the second. The frustration grew so large that she lifted her head back up and looked over her shoulders at him. Pleading with her eyes.

He stopped moving his hand, but kept it on her lower back. He right hand lifted her chin and he looked her in the eyes. Miranda waited, but nothing happened. She groaned and pushed forward trying to make his hand fall on her ass, but he removed it. As his hand was lifted she groaned even louder in frustration. He gripped her jaw and held her head in place.

“Does the bitch want more?” he asked again. This time there was far more power to his voice. Miranda opened her mouth, but no words came out. She couldn't say it. This was a line she would never forgive herself for crossing. He lifted his thumb from her jaw an put it in her mouth. He dragged his thumb across her tongue. Miranda moaned and closed her eyes as her tongue wrestled with the invader.

His digit was disgusting. It tasted just as awful as battarians smelled. The texture was rough and leathery. The stench invaded her nostrils, now very potent as the source of the smell was in her mouth. She took a breath and inhaled the foul stench into her lungs. She should have puked, instead she moaned. Nothing about her reactions to battarians was normal. Something was wrong with her. And what should repulse her instead aroused her. The foul stench only served to driver her wild with desire. She moaned and wrestled with his thumb. She closed her lips around it and started sucking on. She didn't want to do any of these things, but she was no longer in control of herself.

As he used his right hand to play with her mouth he brought his left between her legs. He pushed her knees away from the bench. She shifted and was now standing on her feet on the floor, her hands on the bench bent over. This was a far more stable position. The change in position made her open her eyes and she stopped playing with the finger in her mouth, but he did not remove it. She looked at him questioningly, wondering what he was intending. Her eyes caught herself in the mirror. Bent over, sucking on his finger, moaning like a whore. It should have snapped her out of her trance, but it didn't.

“Brace yourself” he said firmly. She did as instructed. Her hands gripping the bench as hard as she could. She arched her back, bent her knees flexed her thighs and closed her eyes. She tightened her core and waited in anticipation. As she waited her excitement grew. It was finally happening, finally she was going to get the sweet pain she so desperately graved. But it didn't come.

She opened her eyes and moaned around his finger in frustration. Why wasn't he striking her. Why was he torturing her so? Was this humiliation not enough for him. Did she really need to beg? Miranda had never begged for anything in her life, certainly not in a sexual setting. She was far above such things, or at least that's what she thought.

“Does the bitch want more” he said again. This time unable to hide his amusement at her state any longer. He was grinning like a school boy. Miranda looked at him with pleading eyes, but he did not give in.

“Yeesh, pleeesh” she moaned around his thumb. “Ih whant mhooore”. Trying to speak with the thick thumb in her mouth was not only difficult, but it made her drool as she spoke, much to Karvan's amusement.

“Who wants more?” he said while smirking.

“I dhoo” she replied as best she could. He removed hes thumb from her mouth. His hand left her jaw and tighned around her neck. He leaned in close to her face. Letting her smell is disgusting intoxicating breath.

“And what are you?” he said as he dragged his tongue across her cheek.

Miranda knew what he wanted. She held it in for as long as she could. As if postponing it a few seconds longer would mean she preserved some of her dignity. But it was dawning on her she didn't have any of that left, all she had was shame. Shame and an uncontrollable desire. With his scent overloading her brain, and her desperation she was no longer able to resist.

“I...” she started. Trying to find the strength to stop herself. Noticing her resistance he moved his left hand back on her ass groping it roughly. Miranda shut her eyes and moaned as a result. His grip around her neck grew tighter and he shook her head. Her eyes snapped back open, staring straight at the now angry looking alien. There was no escape for her. No choice, he wasn't going to allow her to avoid this admission. She opened her mouth and allowed for the most shameful words to escape her mouth in the history of her life.

“I am a bitch” she finally said, even though it came out as little more than a whisper. His anger faded, and his smirk returned. But he was not satisfied yet.

“And who's bitch are you?” he said as his hand made its way down the valley of her ass. It was over for her now. There was no going back. No point in resisting.

“I am your bitch” she said, with more conviction. His smiled grew even larger now as he let go of her neck. His thumb traveled down between her cheeks until it stopped just above her asshole. He started making circular motions with it, massaging her hole through her underwear. She looked at him nervously, but she said nothing.

“Brace yourself” he command. Miranda obeyed without thinking. Her anticipation was killing her, she was begging for it, longing for it. Her hands gripped the bench, her thighs flexed and her core tightened. “Its good that you are my bitch, as bitches get rewarded” as he said it he lifted his hand from her ass and brought it down hard. The sensation was explosive. All the muscles in her body clenched and she moaned in delight.

Electricity shot through her brain, activating every neuron. He struck her again and again. Each strike being rewarded with a moan from Miranda, and each one grew louder than the one before. Each strike sent a shock of pain through her entire body. It wasn't just localized to her ass. It was as if all of her were being stimulated. Her fingers tingled, her eyes grew watery and her mouth opened.

“Aahmhm” she moaned. Growing more and more vocal with each strike. “More, give me more”. Words escaped her lips between moans. Asking, no begging for more. She wanted more pain, it was as if no matter how hard he struck her, she wanted the next one to be even harder. She was heaving for breath, her moaning made it harder for her to breath properly, but there was nothing she could do to keep herself from moaning.

Karvan did his best to comply with her request. Striking her harder, and harder. Hitting both cheeks, leaving them both equally red. Yet no matter how hard he struck her, the bitch still begged for more. He was now striking her as hard as he could with the palm of his hand. She only moaned and begged for more. He didn't understand, she should be in pain, suffering, begging him to stop. But she didn't. Her skin should be bruised and blue, but her flawless skin showed nothing more than redness on its surface. He had struck women with far less strength than this, and that had left them bruised and crying, begging him for mercy, not that he would give it of course. Yet this woman not only loved the treatment she was receiving, her body seemed to absorb the impact of his strikes without consequence. Maybe it was because she was smeared with omnigel? Did it protect the skin, or was this woman truly so extraordinary? He hoped it was the latter. He hoped this woman was truly so unique, one of a kind. And of all the places such a woman could be, she was in front of him, balancing on her toes, bent over half naked and begging for his touch. He was going to break this woman.

As the force of his strikes reached its maximum, Miranda's ability to remain stationary weakened. With each strike she was pushed forward, but she had obediently used her legs and arms to push her back to receive the next strike. But the speed and force of each strike had reached such a point that she was unable to fully return to her starting point, and she was slowly moving forward on the bench. Her arms had gripped the side of the bench underneath her shoulders, but now as her body moved they were underneath her breasts. Her legs shifted forward and as she was going to move her arms to get a new perch a strike landed right on her cheeks and she lost her balance. She fell forward and landed tits first on the bench groaning from the impact, but he did not relent.

Instead he grabbed a fistful of her hair with his right hand, as he struck her with his left. Getting her hair pulled lifted Miranda's head of the bench, and like every other painful stimuli it sent sparks directly to all her sensitive places. This time she didn't moan though, the combination of the rough spanking and hair pulling made Miranda scream in pleasure. It was loud and long, a continues stream coming from her mouth, only interrupted in its continuity by the shock of each strike. It was a jagged scream, but still the most beautiful music the battarian had ever heard.

“That's it, sing for me bitch!” he yelled at her as I continued his relentless striking, and sing she did.

Miranda had lost all balance now, her feet were touching the ground on her toes yes, but she had no strength in them to hold her body up any more, just enough to raise her ass in the air to welcome the next strike. Her tits and torso pressed down on the bench, back arched to its maximum and head yanked backwards by the grip on her hair. Each strike made her pussy convulse. It was inflamed and hot, more so than it had ever been in her life. As she screamed her expression changed, she was no longer angry, no longer nervous, the expression on her face was one of ecstasy. Her eyes open and rolled back, her mouth agape and smiling from ear to ear. Never in her life had she been in such a humiliating position, never had she made such humiliating sounds, and never had she felt such pleasure.

“Does the bitch love the pain” he yelled at her. Not stopping his striking, and yanking her hair even harder, signaling her that he wanted a reply.

“Yes!, aaaah, Yes! aaaaah....” her screams transformed into cries of confirmation.

“Yes what?!” he shouted back. Pulling even harder on her hair. It felt almost as if he was going to tear her hair from her scalp. The pain was so strong, he had no concern about harming her, no thoughts for her well being, this wasn't about her pleasure, it was about his. He was a disgusting criminal. A rapist and a murderer tormenting her for his own enjoyment. Miranda hated him and all he represented, and she loved every painful stimulation he gave her.

Her back was arched painfully now, almost bending her over herself, forcing her head so far back it allowed her to look up at him. Miranda knew what he wanted, and Miranda obeyed.

“Yes! The bitch loves the pain!” she screamed while looking up at him. She was lost now. There was no going back. Her mind was so overstimulated it made her dizzy. If he had asked for her name, she wasn't sure she would remember it. She had forgotten all about the reason she was her, all about who she was. She barely knew where she was at this moment. The only thing on her mind now was the intensity of the pain, and the pleasure she was feeling.

As the next strike landed, she began to feel it, deep within her core. A heat building. Slowly but growing warmer. Like her ovaries were burning. As the next strike landed she felt the heat move south, and with each strike the heat moved further and further down. And with each strike she screamed louder and louder. When the heat spread to her pussy it was all consuming, it burned hotter than she thought possible. And it only grew, it was as if her body was going to catch fire, and it didn't relent. No matter how warm she felt, it only grew. She was afraid she would boil from within.

She was tightening her womanhood now, desperately trying to create some stimulation for it, but there was none for it. The climax that was building within her would come only from getting struck. She had never experienced something even remotely similar before, she didn't even think it was possible for a woman to to that. Yet her she was, on the verge of what was feeling like it was going to be the strongest orgasm of her life. Never had she felt it approach so strong before, never had she so desperately pursued it, so desperately craved it. It was undeniable to her now, if this continued she would climax from pain alone. It filled her with shame. And the shame made her fire burn all the hotter.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed. “More.... please..... give me more!”

All she wanted now was to climax. And she was chasing it, it was so close, but just out of reach. Her breathing grew even more strained, her screams transformed into guttural groans. She was struggling. The pain was so strong and intense, the pleasure almost consumed her whole mind. Yet she remained right on the edge. As each strike landed she felt the pain and pleasure that it brought, it brought her that tiny step closer the the finally she pursued. Even though she grew hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter, and each strike was more pleasurable than the last, she was still denied the soul shattering orgasm she wanted.

Her frustration grew. She was right there, on the edge. It would only take the slightest stimuli in the right place to push her to ecstasy. She groaned, tried to push back against his hand, tried to move her head forward, increasing the pain in her scalp, but it was no use, she was trapped. Imprisoned in this state of excruciating pleasure, but denied the satisfaction of release. In desperation she grabbed his grabbed his thigh, not only to get his attention, but also to find a new perch, another source she could use to leverage her body and push back against his strike.

Karvan looked down at the woman. Her expression strained, sweat poring from her, running down her face and neck. Her hair soaked with it. He saw the desperation in her aeyes, and he knew he had won. This was the face of a woman conquered, surrender, broken. He knew he could claim her now, he could do whatever he wanted to her now. The only thing this human cared about now was release, and she would be willing to do anything to get it.

He let go of her hair and grabbed the hand on his thigh and placed it on his cock. Her hand rubbed against the shape of his erection through the fabric of his pants. Her hand did not recoil, it did not try to resist, instead it grabbed the member firmly. Squeezing it though his pants. Her hand was still for a moment, before it began moving slowly. He did not instruct her to, she did all on her own. Dragging her palm from the tip to its root, and then back again. Slowly and meticulously. He groaned it pleasure. This was the first true stimulation he had received. And it was all the confirmation he needed that he could escalate this finally.

Oh was he going to have fun. It felt as if an eternity had passed. As if he had spent a lifetime preparing this woman. It had taken so much effort from him, but looking down at he beauty in front of him, he knew it was going to be worth it. Seeing her so eager, so aroused made him in turn even more aroused. In fact, seeing the woman like this made him question his life choices. He had forced himself on so many women, he had never experienced a woman lusting after him like this. He realized now that he had his entire life been missing out on something extraordinary. But he was not one too look back with regret. He was going to take full advantage of the situation he was in.

All his life had led to this moment,. He was going to take a lifetime of sexual energy and pour it into this women. He would pound her, and brake her in ways no woman had been before. He had seen the punishment her body could take, he would show no mercy. But how would he begin. He was overwhelmed with desire, what her really wanted was to just step behind her and fuck her harder than he had ever fucked someone before. But he had been patient so far, and he was going to be patient again. He was going to enjoy every thing she had to offer.

Miranda felt his cock in her hand. She had felt it before against her ass, but this was different. She now fully appreciated the size of the monster next to her. It was thick in her hands. Even though she could not see it, she knew it was larger than any man she had been with. It strained against the fabric, she could almost feel his pulls in it. It flexed in response to her touch. She responded by squeezing harder, moving her hand up and down its length. She moved her gaze from his crotch up to his face. He was standing there looking down at her with a triumphant look on his face.

She said nothing. Her frustration only growing, she need release. He moved his right hand to her jaw, and pressed his thumb against her lips. She obediently opened them and felt the thick digit slid into her mouth and press against her tongue. She looked up at him with needy eyes as she licked, sucked and moaned around his finger. She felt another strike on her ass and she moaned even louder, but continued diligently sucking and licking on his thumb.

He stood there for a short while. Clearly enjoying being on the receiving end of the stimulation for once. Miranda didn't mind. She was enjoying the feeling of this impressive shaft in her hand. Even though it wasn't fully in her hand, and covered with the material of his pants, it was still driving her wild. Her mind began to wander, imagining herself getting impaled by this alien shaft. The shame of willing submitting to it ignited a fire in her pussy. She wanted to ride it, she wanted to feel his hands groping her ass as she did. She wanted to lay on her back and taken violently, to have his hands wrapped around her throat while he slammed into her, with her legs flailing helplessly. But most of all she wanted to be taken from behind. She used to hate it, to submit to someone else. To be treated like a dog. But now she wanted nothing more, she wanted him to grab her hips, squeeze her ass and slam into her from behind. And when he called her his bitch she wanted to scream yes in reply so loud all of Omega heard it. She wanted him to grab her hair, and pull it so hard in nearly tore from her scalp. She wanted to be pressed against his chest while he fucked her. She wanted his hands on her breast to pinch and grope, to squeeze so hard she would shriek in pain. She wanted to climax, to climax so hard her entire world would shake, and she wanted the climax to come with this massive battarian shaft buried inside her to the hilt.

Was this it, was she truly giving in to this alien? Was this the pint of no return? Or was that before when she moaned from his strikes. Or maybe when she allowed her breasts to be molested, or perhaps when she was eagerly grinding her ass against his cock. The truth was she had experienced so many points of no return already. She had abandoned the Miranda she was awhile ago. But could she do this. Let this disgusting alien mark her, taint her most intimate places, would she be willing to live with the shame of it later? The orgasm it would bring might be great, but what after? After the pleasure subsided, and her mind returned to her, would she even be able to look at herself in the mirror, knowing what she had done. She still hated battarians. She still hated this one in particular, nothing had changed. Was this what it truly meant to be a slut? To be so consumed by lust that you're willing to sacrifice all that you believe in, all that value for the sake of an orgasm. Was this truly how pathetic she had become. She always believed herself to be better than this.

She was breathing fast now, as if she had gone for a run. Her heart was pounding and her mind racing. The more she fantasized the more aroused she became. Every moment she thought this was the peak, this was the most aroused she could get. And every moment she was proven wrong. Her arousal just kept building and building. She clearly didn't know herself as much as she thought. But her fantasy was interrupted by movement from the alien.

Whatever he was planing, he had made up his mind about how to proceed, and Miranda at this point just wanted to be on the receiving end of whatever that was. To her surprise, and disappointment, he didn't walk behind her. He didn't grab her hips and slammed into her. Instead he walked around the bench and stopped in front of her. His hands started working with his belt, and Miranda moved her hand away from his cock and to his thigh watching his groin with anticipation. There was still apart of her that screamed for her to leave. To get up and run away. Not to allow this alien to debase her, to protect what was left of her dignity.

But her choice was taken from her. As he unhooked his belt and allowed his pants to fall it unleashed his manhood in front of her face. The shaft was massive, thicker than her wrist, and longer than any manhood she had ever laid eyes own. With the exception of the krogan she saw earlier, but his shaft was inhumanly large. The scent that surrounded her was stronger than any she had felt before. It was even more disgusting than what she had already smelled. It's musk far more potent. The stench of sweat and battarian pre-cum filled her nostrils. And when she inhaled the foul odor she knew choice was truly taken from her. The stench ignited her insides and she became more aroused than she already was, she was already balancing on the edge, maybe the scent alone would be enough to push her over the edge.

A moan escaped her lips, the odor was just to much from her. Like an intoxicating perfume that turned her brain to mush. She looked up at him and saw steeled determination in his eyes. She wasn't thinking any more, just acting on autopilot. She rose up from the bench, standing on her feet with the bench between her legs and with one hand on the bench and the other on his hips. He moved his hips forward, and his large cock moved towards her lips. Her mouth opened and she extended her tongue.

She had never really been a huge fan of giving oral. She had done it for the very few men she deemed worthy of such treatments, but it was always for their benefit. She never found any enjoyment in slobbering over someones genitals. But this was different. She wanted it in her mouth. She wanted to feel its texture on her tongue. For her mouth and nostrils to be filled with that disgusting scent. She wanted to lick it from base to tip. She needed to taste it, not because she wanted to give him pleasure, but because she wanted it for herself.

He looked down on the woman bent over in front of him. Mouth agape, and tongue extended. As he looked across her body he saw her black hair, wet and messy, sticking to her face and back. He saw the muscles in her back, and the tattoo he had left on her lower back, right above her ass. He admired his handiwork for a moment before his gaze traveled down to her ass. The soaked white thong clinging to her skin, its thin fabric traveling down the valley of her ass. The sight was enough to make his cock jump. He was looking forward to finally claiming this woman properly, but that would have to wait, something else was waiting for him now.

As he looked back to her face he moved his cock closed to her mouth. She was looking straight up at him with her blue eyes. In response to his approach She opened her mouth more, extending her tongue farther, always looking at him. She moaned in anticipation. He saw her need. She wanted to suck his cock as much as he wanted it sucked. And they were about to both get what they wanted.

He moved his hips forward, and his cock hoovered less than an inch from her lips. She moaned, overwhelmed by the scent, which grew even more intense the closer he came. It was so close now she could almost taste it. The tiniest amount of drool spilled from her mouth and ran down her chin as her mouth began to water. One more inch and she would have her mouth filled with source of her desire. But he was tormenting her, humiliating her. Doing it so painfully slow. She was going to have to take matter into her own hands. She needed this monster inside her mouth, and if he would not give it to her himself, she would just take it. She flexed her thighs and grabbed the edge of the bench with one hand, and the hem of his pants, now hanging around his thighs with the other and prepared to shove that massive disgusting tower into her mouth.

But just as they were both going to finally get what they both wanted Miranda noticed something in the corner of her eyes. She instantly pushed away from the battarian and shrieked. The shock made her loose her balance and she fell down next to the bench. The battarian completely caught of guard by the seemingly random reaction recoiled backwards. He saw the shocked woman on the floor staring towards the exit with terror in her eyes. He swiftly turned and felt anger consume him when he laid eyes on the intruder.

In the doorway stood a little disgusting vorcha. Miranda tried to cover herself with her hands as she sat on the floor on her knees. The disgusting creature stood there silent. His mouth open, all his sharp jagged teeth on display. Was he smiling? Miranda couldn't tell. She looked over at the battarian, he was not smiling, in fact his face was contorted in anger. The rage on his face was clear for all to see, even the vorcha. And when the vorcha made eye contact with the battarian his expression changed. Even though Miranda struggled with reading alien faces, she could clearly see the terror reflected on the alien's face.

“I bring message” the vorcha said. The battarian didn't reply. He marched towards the intruding alien briskly. Miranda assumed he was going to throw him out, but he didn't. What he did was much worse. He grabbed the little alien by the throat and slammed its head into the metal wall. The impact was so loud it made the steel walls ring. He then threw the small creature on the ground. It said nothing, the sounds that came from it was somewhere between a gurgle and a groan. It laid their lifeless, but the much larger alien was not finished. He stepped towards it and proceeded to stomp on its head repeatedly. With each impact Miranda heard a crack. And every time he raised his foot more and more blood covered his boot.

“Did <stomp> you <stomp> not <stomp> see <stomp> I <stomp> was <stomp> busy!?” he screamed as he continued to crush the vorcha's head. Even after the creature was clearly dead he kept stomping it. And when there was no more head left to stomp on., he instead spat on the corpse while kicking its torso.

Miranda knew this alien was a monster. She knew he was a murderer. She knew he was quick to anger, but witnessing this insane unnecessary display of violence still shocked her. It snapped her out of her lust consumed stupor and she sobered up. It was time to leave. And now more than ever she was convinced that if she was going to get out of her alive she needed to smart about her exit.

He eventually stopped. And he just stood there, breathing heavily with blood covering his boots. His pants still around his thighs, and huge erection still standing proudly at attention, showing no signs of fading. He looked towards Miranda. The sight of that cock had aroused her to levels she previously believed impossible, but the sight of it now terrified her. He stood there and looked at her and slowly the look of anger began to fade. When his expression finally turned normal, he just began to laugh. Miranda could do nothing but look at him with shock. On her knees, covered in sweat in nothing but a tank top and a thong.

Miranda hated the vorcha almost as much as she hated battarians. They were invasive insects, incapable of higher reasoning. They produced no culture, no science, no art. They were little more than apes capable of rudimentary speech. Yet this savage display of violence shocked her. There was no point to it, no reason behind it. It was just primal rage. All his sexual frustration transformed to anger in an instant. She had to be careful, or she could fin herself at the receiving end of this violence. This was just another reminder as to why the battarians didn't belong among the other civilized races. This low impulse control, this slavery to their emotions made them impulsive, violent and unpredictable. They were worse than the krogan in her eyes.

“Annoying little things” he finally said as his laughter faded. “They always stick their ugly heads were they don't belong”. He wiped his chin and started to walk towards her. “Now then, why don't we continue our little dance?” he said as he closed the distance. He may have asked a question, but Miranda knew it was rhetorical. She had to think and act fast now.

She threw a glance over to the couch and saw her gun there, loaded and ready. She looked around and saw her scattered clothes and shoes, she would prefer not to fight partially nude, but something told her he was not going to let her get dressed anytime soon. Maybe she could still avoid a fight if she played her part convincingly. She rose to her feet, she felt her legs quiver under her, her experience had left her exhausted and drained, and as her arousal subsided she started to feel the uncomfortable sting in her ass cheeks.

“No need for you to get up, you were in the perfect position to continue” he said as stopped in front of her. His grin was wide. His four black eyes digging into her own. He got so close his cock stabbed her gently in her stomach, leaving behind it a small trace of pre. She shuddered, now only with disgust. How could she have let herself get into this position, so vulnerable in front of this gross and stinky battarian. Without her boots on he towered over her. The top of her head reaching no higher than the beginning of his neck.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours” he said as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He pressed himself into her, his cock now flattened against her stomach, its head poking the underside of her breast, leaving more of his putrid fluid on her skin. She felt him try to push her down on the ground. She had to fight to remain upright. He was strong, and she wondered if she would be able to remain standing if he bought all his strength into it.

He was not pleased with the changing mood. She could see it on his face, the smirk gone and replaced with a stern look. She needed to be careful. If he decided to force himself on her, she was unsure if she would be able to stop him. She needed to get away, but in a way he would let her.

Miranda smiled softly and looked up at him. She leaned back creating some space between them and freed his member. This was immediately met with disapproval. He grunted in frustration at the loss of stimuli, and his face grew angrier. But Miranda was swift, and as she leaned back she moved her hands and placed them around his cock. His face softened and the pressure on her shoulder's decreased.

She moved her hands up and down its length. He was covered in sweat, as was she and combined with the continues stream that was leaking from the tip, it didn't take long before his entire cock was wet. As much as she had now convinced herself that she was going to get out of here, she could not deny the effect this act was having on her. She felt herself grow hotter again and the scent of his cock filled her nostrils, but this time she was not going to lose focus.

“I need to go” she said softly. Breaking the silence. She saw his face harden, and she knew he had no intention of letting this opportunity slip.

“I don't think there is any need for that” he said as he moved his hands from her shoulders. One went to her breast, kneading it roughly the other went to her jaw gripping it tightly. The rough handling of her breast made her want to moan, but this time she was able to suppress it.

“I have something I must do, and I am already late” she continued to speak as softly as she could, never stopping the pleasant stimulation she was giving him. Her hands moved deliberately across his cock. Jerking him of with both hands. And she needed both hands. She had never had a cock in her hands of this size before. She had been with well endowed men before, but this was something else. It was thick, she was barely able to to grip it fully, and its length allowed her to move her hands up and down at the same time. It would not surprise her if it was 10inches long, although she didn't know for certain, she had never really cared about something like that. She had always been more interested in the man, than what was between his legs, but now that she was holding this monster in her hands, she could not deny how much she enjoyed it.

“I have stayed here for to long already” she said as she picked up speed. Her hands moved faster now, but still slow. She rubbed her hands across his length, allowing her fingers to trace across the lumps and ridges of his alien member. They were clearly sensitive as his face contorted when she applied extra pressure on them.

“But I will make it up to you” as Miranda said that she rubbed her one of her hands around his sensitive head, earning a groan from the battarian. “Let me take care of my business, take a shower to clean of all this sweat” she said as she looked down at her own cleavage. His gaze followed hers down and they both stared at her glistening breasts.

“And when I am done I will meet you back at your place” she said as she began to suck on one of his fingers holding her jaw. One of her hands let go of his cock and traveled south to cup his balls. They were huge, or at least huge for a humanoid, nothing could beat the ridicules testicles of the krogan she saw earlier, but they were without a doubt the largest she had ever had in her hand. She gripped them, played with them, letting them move around in her hand. She sucked and licked the finger in her mouth as she moaned around them. She lifted her eyes to look up at his face again.

“I don't like an audience, but think of all the things you could to to me when it is just the two of us” she spoke after removing the finger from her mouth. “Just look at what I have let you do to me in here, imagine what I would let you do to me in private” as she spoke she felt his cock flex in her grasp.

He looked down at the woman grabbing his cock. Something had changed he thought. She was so pliable before, so eager to suck his cock. Now she was resisting again, she was evading. He felt his annoyance grow. So much time wasted trying to push this woman over the edge, and now she wanted to leave. That fucking vorcha! He thought. If that sniveling little shit hadn't entered he would now be balls deep in this woman's throat. He looked at her plump lips and pressed one of his fingers against them, feeling their wetness as they enveloped his digit. She eagerly sucked and licked his finger and he felt his cock flex again. He could only imagine how extraordinary those lips would feel wrapped around his cock. And he felt his frustration grow now as he believed he was going to miss it.

So much of his blood had flowed to his cock and he was struggling to think clearly. He could just grab this woman's arms, flip her around and ram his cock into her. Judging by the way she had reacted so far, he bet she would even grow to love the raping and beg him for more. He began to smile at the thought. The woman returned his smile as she sucked on her finger. If this bitch only knew what he was thinking, all the degenerate shit he was imagining doing to her, she wouldn't be smiling.

As he thought he felt her hand leave his balls and join the other on his cock. They moved in perfect unison maximizing his enjoyment. This woman knew what she was doing, those were expert hands, and again he realized how enjoyable it was to be with a willing partner. As much as he just wanted to ruin this woman, he had today experienced something unique for him. Maybe he should be patient. Having this woman to himself all night while eagerly gagging on his cock was a tempting idea. Maybe he shouldn't rush it, sure he might orgasm, but he might be missing out on the experience of a lifetime having this woman enjoy him willingly.

He made up his mind. He was going to gamble on the woman coming back. Maybe she was just so freaked out by the murder she lost her nerve? But he wasn't going to take any chances though. This time he was going to use every tool at his disposal to push her over the edge. He needed her drunk, maybe add a little red sand to the mix, and when she is intoxicated and aroused, when she was begging for his cock, then he would push her over the edge.

“I have a better idea” he said finally. The only sound that had been exchanged between them for the past couple of minutes had been his groaning her moaning around his finger. Miranda shuddered. Did she blow it, would he deny her? Her hands froze around his cock. She mentally prepared herself for the coming struggle, ready to channel her biotics at any moment.

“Rather than just going back to my place, why don't we take a trip to Afterlife?” he said. His hand moved from her breast to her ass. He squeezed her hard and pressed her to him. His cock and her hands were now trapped between them as he moved his other hand from her mouth to her other ass cheek. He roughly groped, squeezed and pinched her red cheeks. The pain from the spanking still lingered on them, and this treatment shot sparks of pain throughout her body. Now Miranda had learned how she reacted to pain when she was aroused, and this time was no different. She moaned as he groped her and she felt that familiar wetness return.

“Afterlife is going to be crowded tonight, filled to the brim. The only way to get entry is with special passes that you had to buy in advance. I just happen to have one of those” his grin grew wide as he looked down on the woman struggling in his grasp. “Then when we are done drinking and dancing I will take you back to my place and fuck you so hard you forget your name?” as he finished he slapped one of her cheeks so hard it earned a little scream from her.

Miranda could only nod in agreement. To aroused to really talk, all she knew was that if she didn't get out of here soon she would again fall victim to her needs. Even though she nodded in agreement to his suggestion, she had no intentions of ever meeting this disgusting alien again, unless it was to put a bullet in his brain.

“Good” he said smugly as he squeezed her ass one last time extra hard, pressing her against him and grinding his cock against her stomach. He then let go and pushed her away from him. The sudden change in position made her loose her balance and she had to support herself with her arms on the bench to keep herself from falling on the floor. She had gone from being embraced by this large man, having her ass played with, and a massive cock pressed against her hands and stomach, to standing on her own. The change was so sudden, she found her self missing it. Missing the hands on her ass, missing the touch of his cock against her. As much as she wanted to leave, she also was left unsatisfied.

“Be a good bitch, and get dressed and fuck off. I have other customers to deal with today” he said dismissively as he started walking towards the back room. As he walked past her she was left standing alone, covered in sweat, half naked and unsatisfied. She became frustrated, angry at him for not giving her release. Which didn't make any sense. But nothing of what she had experienced today made sense to her.

She collected herself. Her breathing grew slower and she felt control return to her. She went over to her pants which were on the ground next to her. She picked them up and put in one leg after the other. She pulled her pants past her kneed but as they reached her thighs they stopped. The sweat on her legs worked like glue on her synthetic pants, preventing her from pulling them on. She stood there, struggling with her pants for a while until she was interrupted by a hand on her ass.

She jumped at the touch of it and fell forward, she would have fallen on the ground had it not been for the battarian grabbing her waist catching her. He pulled her up and pressed her into him. She felt his still semi hard cock against her ass. Although she could feel that it was now back in his pants, and to her shock she felt disappointment. He grabbed her hips with both hands as he now pressed her against him hard.

“Having some difficulty” he asked. The amusement clear in his voice. Miranda wanted to knock the smugness out of him, but she was in no position to do anything. Her hands still holding the hem of her pants. Desperately trying to overcome the friction. She struggled against him, trying to break free from him. She groaned in frustration, the humiliation would never end for her. Even as she was leaving he still found ways to make her feel humiliated.

“Let me help a bitch in need” he whispered in her ear. Again Miranda's body reacted to the degrading label with arousal. She hated it, she hated him, but most of all, right now she hated herself and how much she enjoyed his abuse. She didn't have much time to think about it though, because his hands moved from her hips down to the hem of her pants, grabbing her hands as well as the pants and yanked upwards hard. His strong hands overcame the friction and he pulled the synthetic leggings up high on her waist, real high. The pants pressed against her pussy, and traveled deep into the crease of her ass. The held her up tight dragging the pants high, and almost lifting her off of her feet.

“I think they are on now” she said after he didn't let go of her for a while.

“Happy to help” he replied as he let go. He then slammed his hips into her knocking her forward a few steps while he laughed.

“Name is Karvan by the way” he said as Miranda began putting on her boots. She already knew that, but she didn't say, she just nodded in reply.

“And what is yours?” he asked when she didn't reply with her own. “Judging by how intimately the two of us have been today, I think we are on a first name basis now, don't you think? Usually I introduce myself to whores before I have them slobbering over my cock, but you looked like you were going to swallow it without any introduction” as he finished his smirk transformed into a little laugh as he sat down on the bench and began cleaning the tool he had been using to tattoo her.

“Miranda” she replied. She could have given him any of the ten or so aliases that she used in the field. So many well crafted fake identities she had developed of the years for her work. It just slipped out of her, she didn't really know why.

“Miranda” he said to himself as he scratched his chin. “I will remember that name”. It sent shivers down her spine. What the hell was wrong with her. It didn't matter now anyway, this man would only live for another week or so anyway. As she finished putting on her boots she stood up, but instead of walking to her jacket she walked to the mirror. In the mirror she saw herself again, sweaty and flustered. She grabbed the hem of her pants, that were now sitting high on her waist, and pulled them down.

In the mirror she could see the battarian was watching her, and his brow shot up as she began to lower her pants. She pulled them down underneath her ass and she bent forward a little while she arched her back and moaned. Giving the battarian a nice final view before she turned around to face him. She didn't know why she did that, and her thoughts on it quickly vanished as she turned her head to look at her back now facing the mirror.

“What is it?” She asked as she looked at the strange and alien shapes that now covered her lower back. They were inked with dark black ink, they curved around her back, reaching from one side to the other. One of the arms of the drawing reached almost all the way down to her tailbone. It looked like some kind of symbol, but it was alien. It did remind her a little bit of those tribal tramp stamps some women had back on earth, but there was something clearly alien about it.

“Its just some shapes” he said back. Miranda turned her face back towards him and saw him smirk to himself as he sat on his chair. Miranda knew he was lying, but it didn't matter. All she wanted now was to leave, and getting stuck in argument over what the symbol meant would be time wasted. It didn't matter anyway, she was going to remove it as soon as she got of this awful station anyway, and some part of her really didn't want to know what alien mark was on her body now.

She threw him a stern look of disapproval before she pulled up her pants. He only laughed a little to himself as he finished cleaning up his tool. She grabbed her jacket and put in on and started walking out of the store. She had to be careful stepping over the broken body of the vorcha as she did so. She was shocked when she saw it, she had almost forgotten what had happened and why she was leaving in the first place. But the corpse just confirmed to her that she was making the right choice leaving.

“Aren't you forgetting something?” she heard the battarian ask behind her as she stepped over the body. She froze in place. She should have known better than to think it would be this easy. He was just toying with her, there was no way she was going to get out of here without him violating her. She slowly turned around and mentally prepared herself for a fight.

As she turned around she was faced with the battarian pointing her own gun at her. How could she be so stupid, she was so worked up she had lost focus. The battarian aimed right at her face, and Miranda just froze in place. As time passed she decided it was time to act, but just as she was about to use her biotics he started laughing and lowered the gun.

“Can't forget this you know” he said as he started walking towards her. “Omega is a dangerous place you know, a girl has got to protect herself”. He too stepped over the dead vorcha and handed her the gun. She grabbed it quickly out of his hands, earning a little laugh from him. She didn't want to entertain this alien any longer, she just nodded in appreciation and turned around to walk away. As she did so she felt another hard smack on her ass and a little yelp escaped her lips. He laughed loudly now as Miranda turned the bulkhead and stepped outside.

“Don't take too long now bitch, I don't have all day” he shouted after her as she walked away from one of the worst experiences of her life. Yet in spite of this she felt a sense of disappointment wash over her. In spite of how thankful she was to breath the much cooler air outside, or as much outside as you can get on a space station, she was also left with a sense of being unfulfilled. There was a part of her that wished he had just taken her. Just forced himself on her and made her do all kinds of disgusting things against her will. And hat was the key, she wanted them to be against her will. She wanted to be taken, conquered and forced. As she walked away and the feeling kept gnawing at her, and she felt disgusted by herself. So sick to her stomach she wanted to puke. As she walked farther and farther away she began to calm down, because she knew that this was it, she could finally leave this awful station.

“What do you mean I have to stay?!” Miranda practically shouted at the Cerberus agent standing in front of her. Her fury building inside her as she argued with this operative. He had gone through the omnitool from his workstation and found nothing that could help them track down their target.

“I told you Miranda, the data is worthless” he responded calmly. “There is no data of value on his omnitool. He has cleaned it, or maybe he just doesn't use it for anything important” he tried to explain but Miranda interrupted him.

“Then send in a team to retrieve Karvan and extract information from him, and if he doesn't have any info of value, send a team to liquidate him. I am getting of this station today”. She was now in a Cerberus safe house. It wasn't so much a house as it was a small warehouse filled with equipment that Cerberus operatives used on Omega. As easy as it was to smuggle weapons and equipment onto the station, if you greased the right palms, it was easier to just have a stockpile on the station. At the end of the warehouse was a small bathroom. A bathroom she had spent the last two hours in trying to wash the battarians scent off of her. But it didn't matter how much soap, or how much she scrubbed, she still felt unclean.

“You need to stay because circumstances have changed” the familiar voice echoed throughout the warehouse as a hologram appeared in front of them. The illusive man was standing in front of the arguing duo. “Karvan is no longer the primary objective, in fact he never was” he said calmly and brought the ever present cigarette to his lips.

“Garth?” Miranda asked.

“Yes” the Illusive Man replied. “Just before you arrived we got intel from one of your asari contacts that Garth is intending to visit Afterlife tonight” he took a drag from his cigarette. “We can not miss such an opportunity” he continued in the same calm and calculated voice he always spoke in.

“And what exactly is this opportunity?” Miranda asked. Having calmed down a little. Thankful that Karvan was no longer her target, and a little eager to finally deal with Garth himself.

“Ideally would be liquidation” the Illusive Man replied to her. “But he always has a large escort, and killing him inside Afterlife would prove problematic if you if you wish to leave alive. I suggest we gain access to his omnitool instead, although if an opportunity presents itself then killing Garth is the ideal resolution to the mission”.

Miranda stood there in silence for a moment. How was she going to get close to her target? How was she going to stay close for the time needed? As her mind began to race with the problems of this mission the Illusive Man continued.

“This battarian holds significant sway with Aria. I am unsure exactly the nature of their business relation, but he is given far more leeway than most other criminal organizations on the asari's station. So even though you would be met with violence from both Garth's and Aria's people, he would probably be able to kill you without getting more than a stern talking to from Aria. Which means you are going to have to utilize extreme caution when approaching the target” he instructed Miranda.

“There is however another problem” he continued. “As he is an incredibly cautious alien he has requested that afterlife be turned into a more controlled environment in anticipation of his arrival. That means that only those approved by Aria can get entry tonight”. Miranda felt a lump in her stomach. Her world was suddenly turned upside down as it dawned on her that she might be forced to go back.

“I do not know how to gain you entry into Afterlife at this time” said the Illusive Man. “Your asari contact was adamant that she would be unable to gain you entry, and that Aria would not allow any one she did not personally know into the club. This should put into perspective how much sway this battarian have with Aria and it is vital that this threat is dealt with swiftly. We do not want the battarian to channel Aria's influence and power against humanity or the Alliance.

“Is there any risk of that happening” asked the other operative.

“There is no reason to believe Aria holds any kind of grudge against the Alliance, and she has proven on multiple occasions to be willing to deal with Cerberus, as long as there is something for her to gain, but I would rather be extra cautious when dealing with this specific battarian. And the swifter he is liquidated the better” he said as he finished his cigarette and placed it back in his ashtray.

“You look troubled Miranda” he spoke softly now. Miranda realizing she hadn't really been participating, or paying attention for a while snapped back to reality. She had become so overwhelmed by the shock of having to go back, all the things that he had said, all the things she had said in anticipation of their reunion. The lump in her stomach grew harder and heavier.

“Security will be on high alert tonight, you might find it difficult to sneak into the club, so gaining entry might be the best course of action”. Miranda nodding gently in reply. Her mind racing, thinking of any other path or scenario that could get her into afterlife so she could avoid the horror that lay before her. But it was no use. Had she been given time, she could have built contacts, prepared an operation. But now, in just a few hours, there was nothing she could do except admit defeat. She exhaled and lowered her head.

“If you believe the mission to be to difficult then we will wait for another chance” the Illusive Man said, clearly noticing of Miranda's growing anxiety.

“No!” she almost shouted in return, a little shocked at her own reaction. Miranda had never failed in her service of Cerberus, in her service of the Illusive Man. She was not going to fail now. She took a deep breath and lifted her head and looked directly into the cybernetic eyes of the hologram. “I will take care of it” she said with a stern voice.

The Illusive Man nodded in approval, before he instructed the other operative to give Miranda whatever she needed and then ended the connection. Now it was only the two of then again and they just stood there in silence. After a minute or two the operative broke the silence.

“What do you need?” he asked. Eager and ready to assist in anyway he could. There wasn't much he could do. This was going to fall on Miranda, and she was afraid. Not afraid of Garth, or Karvan, but of herself. She couldn't trust herself anymore. She had always had such control over herself and her body, but now, now something had changed. The operative interrupted her thinking by asking her again. It annoyed her a little, bit it wasn't his fault, he was just doing his job, and he didn't understand how she was feeling, how could he? Its not like she was ever going to tell anyone what had happened, or how her body had reacted to it.

“I need a outfit appropriate for after life” she instructed. He reacted immediately and walked farther into the warehouse into a locker before he returned with a bag.

“If the outfit proves to be to revealing for you, there are other alternatives” he said has he handed her the bag. “but considering Garth's fascination for human females, it might work in getting his attention”. As he finished Miranda looked at him with disproving eyes. He remained unaffected. It wasn't unusual for Cerberus to use seduction to get what they wanted. But it would usually involve hiring “dancers” to do the job. Placing a bug on someones electronics, or stealing a small item, could easily be done by such women in exchange for money. It was just she had never done such a mission herself. In fact the only reason she was told to do this one was because of the high profile of the target, and how dangerous he was.

“You only need to be close for a brief moment” he told her as she took the bag from him. “Going over the logs on your omnitool the job took only 11 minutes. There should be plenty of time for you to get close, without having to do anything dangerous, or gross”. Miranda nodded and walked with her bag into the bathroom.

11 minutes she thought to herself. 11 minutes, she could have avoided everything today if she had just left after 11 minutes! She had spent hours with the battarian. She grew more angry by the second. And now she had to return there and see the smug look on his face as she did. But there was no escape for her now. Garth and his organization had killed thousands of human colonists, and enslaved just as many. This was bigger than her, and if she couldn't endure a little humiliation for the good of mankind what kind of a person would she be? So with renewed vigor she opened the bag and prepared herself. No more hesitation. She was going to be in control. Get Karvan, get to Afterlife, get close, leave after 15 min. With her plan set she started to remove the contents of the bag and placed them on the counter.

She undressed completely and looked at the articles on the counter in front of her. The operative wasn't joking when he said they were revealing. He picked up the first item. A thong made of dark blue silk. It felt smooth and nice in her hands. The color was so dark it was almost black, with the tiniest of blue shine under the correct light. It was expensive, the quality was top notch, it wasn't too far away from something she could wear herself. She put her feet into it and pulled it on. It was tight and small. Barely covering what it needed to cover. The bands were thin and rode high on her hips. She turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. The thong completely vanished between the globes of her ass, only emerging at the top of her crack where it joined the bands that came down from high on her hips. It was a beautiful piece of lingerie she had to admit as she admired herself in the mirror. She began to pose for the mirror, stretching and bending, she was a beautiful woman. No wonder Karvan had reacted so strongly to her half naked form. Who could resist her?

Done with admiring her own beauty She moved on to the next piece in the bag. It was a small silk choker. No thicker than her pinky, and made of the same fabric and color as her thong. A leash she thought to herself, in spite of her dislike for the image it most create, she put it on. It felt tight around her neck, but not uncomfortable, the silk felt smooth and nice against her skin. She put on the matching bra, and discovered to her annoyance that it was too small. This outfit wasn't bought for her, and bra squeezed her breasts tightly. most women were not endowed as generously as she was. But she put it on none the less. She grabbed the black tube dress and out it on. It wasn't made from the same material as the underwear, and it was tight. It hugged to her body like a thin layer of skin, she could she outline her ribs on it. It was also short. To Miranda's horror, really short. It barely covered her breasts, just reaching right over her tiny bra, and with the tightness of the bra her breasts were pressed upwards and together. It created and obscene cleavage she would have never put on display willingly.

It was also equally short in the opposite end. Reaching just underneath were her ass joined her upper thigh. She looked at herself in the mirror, her breasts were threatening to pop out, thankfully her breasts were protected by her bra, which were held up by the straps around her shoulders. As she took a step forward she felt the dress move as she walked. Every step she took the dress inched upwards, threatening to expose her ass to any who bore witness. She understood it was one of those outfits she would spend the whole night adjusting constantly. She much more preferred to wear things fitted to herself perfectly, but this would have to do. It did thankfully cover her lower back completely, hiding her fresh tattoo from questioning eyes.

Finally she put on the black platform heels finishing the outfit. It wasn't much of an outfit, not much of her was covered if she was honest, but that was the point of it she supposed. She sat down in front of the mirror and with expert hands applied makeup for the finishing touch. Her lips were painted with gloss, no color, just adding a slight shine to her naturally full and pink lips. A little eye shadow black as her hair, and eyeliner to mach. To finish she put her hair into a tight ponytail, exposing her upper back.

She walked out of the bathroom and was met with an approving nod from the operative. She saw how his eyes wandered across her body. She had only worked with Brian a few times, but he had in those times impressed her. He worked in cyber-cecurity for a human defense contractor previously, before being recruited by Cerberus. The few interactions they had shared had been professional and courteous. His expertise in computers were far greater than her own, and he was one of the people responsible for making the STG AI work within Cerberus hardware.

“You think it will be enough?” she asked and did a little pirouette, giving the man a good look at her outfit. She didn't really know why, the mission didn't require his approval.

“I am no fashion expert I'm afraid, but you are sure to turn heads if that is what your wondering” he replied. Always the professional she thought, and couldn't help but approve of his unwillingness to gush over her appearance. Usually men would bend over backwards to complement her, and a lot of men can't work with a woman like her because of it. He seemed unaffected by her appearance. She looked over the man, wearing plain civilian clothing. He was kind of handsome she though. In an old rugged kind of way. He was far older than her, somewhere in his fifties she would guess. His hair was blond and cut short, and thick in spite his age. He probably dyed it she thought, but then again, he didn't strike her as the vain type. He was a little taller than her, but now in her platform heels they stood at eye level. His beard was a little darker than his hair, and he looked a bit unkempt. Not like he was used to having a beard he trimmed, but instead just hadn't shaved for week. It added to the ruggedness she though. Even though his hair and strong physique didn't reveal an old man, his eyes did. They were bluish gray, and wrinkled. If his body didn't reveal his age, his face did. It didn't make him ugly, in fact it added something to him. Did she have a thing for older men?

Her time admiring her colleague was cut short as he handed her, her weapon.

“Where exactly am I suppose to hide that” she replied while raising a brow. He looked at her, from top to bottom and also concluded that there wasn't much room for a firearm.

“It is unwise to go into the lions den unarmed” he said as he put away the gun. “You must have some kind of protection if things escalate out of control” he told her as he crossed his arms thinking.

“I share your concerns” she replied, and she did. She was very afraid of things escalating out of control, just not only in the way he thought. “I will just have to rely on my biotics” Miranda said as she adjusted her dress a little.

“I think you overestimate your abilities a little” he replied, clearly concerned for her safety. Miranda couldn't help but be a little offended.

“I would have you know I have remarkable biotic potential for a human” she stated placing her hands on her hips.

“So I have been told. Yet even the strongest biotic can still be shot dead” he ansewered. “But this is your mission, and I am here to assist”. He started scratching the unkempt beard on his chin, thinking a little before he walked over to one of the boxes and picked something up. He walked over to her and pushed some buttons on his omnitool before he handed her a little black cylinder. It was maybe the length of a fingernail, and shaped like a narrow tube.

“It is a tracker, it doesn't have long range, but it should be able to tell me where you are, as long as you're on the station” he said while handing her the device. She held it in her hand and thought for a moment before she spoke.

“Same problem as before, where am I going to put this?” she questioned him. He just shrugged in response. A tracker would be handy, she could be kidnapped, knocked unconscious or just loose track of her position. Omega is a large station, people vanish here all the time. She concluded having some connection to Cerberus as she did her mission would be a good thing. She lifted her dress up over her belly button exposing her underwear to the man. She then placed the tiny tracker within the band of her thong on her left hip before she pulled the dress down again.

“Excellent” he replied before he used his omnitool to activate the tracker. Always the professional she thought to herself. But even as he moved on without acknowledging what she had done, she noticed a hint of redness on his cheek. It made her smile a little, to know that she had that effect on him.

“The device is dormant until activated by you” he said. “It means that it will not be detected if they scan for electronic devices. You activate it by breaking it in the middle. It will send a ping to my omnitool with your location, and I will know you're in trouble and need help”.

“So you can't track me until I activate it?” she asked.

“Correct, so if you're in trouble, don't forget” he said as he placed a hand on her shoulder and wished her good luck. His hand was warm, and his concern seemed genuine to her. She liked Brian, she would be sure to recommend him for future missions. As she exited the safe house he closed the bulkhead behind her. Miranda shuddered and made her way back down to the lowest level on the station. Every step adding to her anxiety, and to her dismay, her arousal.

Karvan sat on his chair cleaning his tattoo gun. It was messy, covered in blood. The last slave that was there had made a mess. Shrieking and crying, twisting, trying to avoid his mark, he had made a mess of it cut her skin, which just made her thrash around more. It had ended with the turian buying her punching her in the face so hard it broke her jaw. It was a mess. There was blood on the floor and on the bench. And she had screamed and cried so much he wanted to punch her himself. But he knew better, you never lay hands on someone's property. He sat there annoyed trying to clean up the mess. But his mood was just about to improve.

Through the curtain stepped a familiar woman. Dolled up and dressed up for a night of clubbing. She stepped into the room and leaned against the wall.

“Are you ready to go?” she asked. She looked perfect. His memory of how good this woman looked paled in comparison to the woman before him. It was as if his brain and memory couldn't recreate her beauty, it could only be experienced in the present. He stood up and started to walk towards her, the cleaning he could do tomorrow.

“Trouble?” she asked, looking at the mess that had been made.

“Nothing to worry your pretty little head about” he replied as he approached, extending his hands to touch her. She recoiled and brought her hand out in front of her.

“You will not fucking touch me with those filthy hands!” she screamed at him as she stepped back. He looked down on his hands and saw that they were covered in blood, so was his shirt. He started to laugh.

“Hahaha, sorry about that” he turned around and walked over the sink on the other end of the room. He washed his hands in the water before he took of shirt and walked into the back to get a new one.

Miranda looked at the alien as he took of his shirt. He was strong. Even though she already knew that. She had felt his physique, she had been pressed against it, but now she could see it with her eyes. He was broad over his shoulders. His neck large and arms matched. Combined with his height he was large for a battarian. His torso was covered with scars. She saw knife cuts, gunshot wounds and a myriad of scars she couldn't identify the origin of. There was nothing old and weak about this body, he might not be as fast and strong as he was in his youth, but he was still dangerous. He stepped out of the back room with a new shirt on, and she saw him put something in his pocket.

“Whats that?” she asked and pointed at the hand going into his pant pocket.

“Something for you” he said grinning. “But that is for later, you will love it, I promise”. He walked towards her.

“Aren't you going to take a shower, clean yourself up a little?” Miranda asked. The man had been wearing the same outfit all day when she walked in. Clearly basic hygiene is not the same among battarians. He just shrugged. She was getting a bit annoyed. Why was she getting annoyed at him not making an effort? She shouldn't care. This was going to be brief, just complete the mission and get out. But she did care, and it annoyed her. Most men would do anything to impress her, and this man wasn't even going to wash the blood of his hands for her. Did he think she was that easy? That she would just go along with everything he wanted, that he was the one seducing her, and not the other way around?

“Look at the effort I put in” she said while she swayed her hips and let her hands dance up her form. “You could at lest be bothered enough to take a shower”. He just grinned at her and walked towards her. She tried to walk back but she was stopped by the door frame. He reached her and grabbed her hips and pressed her against him. Even with her heels he was still taller than her, but only bu a couple of inches. Rather than having his groin at the level of her stomach, it was now pressed against her hip, and she felt him grow underneath his pants.

“Why would I do that?” he replied in a whisper. He had leaned in close and placed his mouth next to her ear. His strong scent affected her immediately and she felt the heat growing inside her as she inhaled his odor. “Why would I wash away my scent, when you so clearly enjoy its flavor” as he whispered he leaned back and looked directly at her. She was shocked, how did he know? But ultimately she was embarrassed. Ashamed, confronted by her perversion. She looked at him stunned, her mouth open.

“Oh don't look so surprised” he laughed. “You don't think I noticed you sniffing me all day?”. His hands moved to her ass. Miranda's cheeks grew red and she almost screamed from embarrassment. “Don't worry about it little slut, there will be plenty of time for you to enjoy both my scent and taste” as he spoke he leaned towards her and opened his mouth. She saw his jagged teeth for a moment before she had to evade them. She turned her head to the side, and he missed his kiss, instead landing on her cheek. He was not satisfied with rejection, and rather then give up he extended his tongue and licked her from her jaw all the way up to her temple. It made Miranda shiver, and realize just how thick battarian tongues were.

“Easy there tiger” she answered while pushing him back and wiggling out of his grip.

“Tiger?” he responded as she moved back. “What does that mean?”. He looked puzzled, not sure if he should be offended or flattered.

“Its an earth animal” she replied while adjusting her dress a little.

“What kind of animal” he asked. She looked at him and thought for a moment before she replied.

“A ferocious one, a wild beast and a dangerous predator. Top of the food chain” she answered. She saw the smile grow on his face.

“Tiger huh. I like it” he said grinning. He again stepped closer to her, and she put up her hands blocking him.

“Slow down tiger” she said, putting a seductive emphasis on his new nickname. “If you start getting all hot and bothered right now we won't make it to Afterlife. I didn't get all dressed up for you to throw them off in the first five minutes”. Her statement med him laugh, but he nodded in agreement. “Besides” she continued. “You said you could get me into Afterlife. Were you lying? Were you just pretending to be important?” she said, trying to challenge his ego.

“Don't push it little bitch. I will get you into Afterlife no problem” he answered.

“Excellent” Miranda replied as she turned around. “Come along now” she said as she walked out of his shop while signaling for him to follow. He walked out after her. He noticed a little change in her, her confidence had returned, she wasn't as weak and feeble as before, oh he would enjoy breaking her he thought to himself as he walked behind her watching that mesmerizing ass sway back and forth as she walked.

As they made their way up the stairs he was shocked by the pace she had set. She flew up the long staircase as if she was walking on flat ground. He however struggled. He felt his breathing increase in frequency and his heart beat. He might be strong, but he was still and old man, and his endurance wasn't what it used to be. The only consolation he got was enjoying the young woman in front him. He could see her ass sway back and forth, and occasionally he would be able to get a peak at her cheeks and the underwear as the dress she was wearing moved up. She would sadly adjust it quickly, so he was never really fully able to enjoy the view. But he just had to endure a little longer. Within the next couple of hours she would again be putty in his hands, and he would finally claim this woman.

As they reached the top of the staircase after maybe 15 minutes of climbing she turned to face him. She looked completely unbothered. She wasn't breathing heavily, she wasn't sweating, her face and body showed no sign of the 15 minute cardio they both went through. As he looked at the beautiful woman standing in front of him he was certain now of how extraordinary she was. He however was not unbothered, he was heaving for breath, sweat running down his face and scared he might have a heart attack.

“Are you alright there oldtimer?” she asked him. Not with concern, but with smug amusement. He just waved a hand at her while he desperately tried to catch his breath. Now it was her time to laugh. But rather than seeing the humor in the moment, he was instead consumed with anger. He was going to take his rage out on her, but not right now, he had to be patient. But he knew he was going to fuck this woman harder than he had ever fucked someone before. He clenched his fists as he stood up straight and continued the journey to Afterlife. Miranda giggled a little as he past, which just made his blood boil even hotter, but eventually followed behind him. He would get his vengeance, it wouldn't matter how horny she got, he would fuck her until she screamed in pain. His anger quickly transformed into smug anticipation, and excitement. She had no idea what she was in for.

After journeying across the upper levels of the station they eventually made their way to Afterlife. The long hallway leading towards the entrance was filled with people. Humans, asari, krogan, battarians, volus and vorcha. She even saw a drell standing in line. She had been to afterlife before, more than once, when her missions demanded it. But in all her visits she had never seen a line like this. It was packed, and at the entrance were four krogan bouncers towering over most of the crowd. They would occasionally let someone pass, but most people were rejected.

“You would think they would know better than to try and get entry when its restricted” Karvan said to her as they walked through the crowd. He had to yell a little now. The noise of the crowd, and the ever increasing volume of the music from inside grew as they got closer.

“The more restricted the event, the more exiting the prospect” she answered. Miranda didn't have any experience with this. She had never been denied entry anywhere, with or without invitation. “Do your thing then, impress me” she whispered in his ear as they reach the bouncers. He looked at her with a grin as he turned to the krogan on the far left.

“Berdok” he said and gestured to the krogan.

“Karvan” he replied and allowing him to pass. As Miranda was following she felt a strong three fingered hand grip her arm tightly. She was stopped in her track and turned to face the krogan.

“No entry” he said to her sternly as he dragged er back.

“Berdok” Karvan said. “She's with me he said as he grabbed a handful of her ass.

“That may be” the krogan replied. “But you know the rules. No unknowns tonight. Aria's orders. You of all people should know better”

“She isn't a problem” Karvan said calmly walking between Miranda and the crowd. The krogan let go of her. Karvan grabbed her arms and turned her to face him. She was now standing between the krogan and the battarian, with the crowd behind Karvan.

“Let me show you” he told the krogan. He then looked Miranda in the eyes. “You're not going to like this” he said as he showed a wicked grin. Before Miranda could contemplate what he was planning he grabbed the lower hem of her dress and yanked it up. He lifted it over her belly button. She shrieked and tried to grab the dress to pull it down, but it was no use, as he was much stronger.. She was mostly hidden from the crowd by Karvan's body, but those far to the right close to the entrance was given a show she did not want to participate in. The krogan and the one next to him started laughing

“Hahaha” laughed the krogan. “You are just as sly as you were in the old days”. Karvan grinned widely as he pulled her dress back down. Miranda was furious, staring daggers at him. He just grinned.

“She is alright, you two can go inside” the krogan said as he waved them past.

“What the fuck was that!” she screamed at him after they got into the club. He just grinned at her. “You could have warned me”

“And missed your reaction” he replied. “I love listing to you scream too much to miss an opportunity to drag it from your lips. Although I have a feeling I will be hearing far more screams from you before the night is done”. He moved his hands to her ass and gave them a grope she had grown surprisingly familiar with. She just rolled her eyes at him, unwilling to argue with him.

“That's some security” she said as they moved further into the club. The music was getting louder now, so loud she had to turn towards him and scream into his ear for him to hear. As they moved through the club she found it to be surprisingly crowded. It wasn't packed to the brim, but it was still hundreds of people here. Mostly aliens. “You would think it would require more than showing a little ass to gain entry” she said almost giggling. Now that she was inside, she felt it was easier to relax, perhaps the hard part of the mission was over now.

“I didn't show him your ass” he shouted back at her as they moved into the main room of the club. Miranda looked at him questioningly. “Aria's most loyal krogan do not ignore her instructions just because they see a little human ass” he groped her ass as he spoke. “No matter how fine an ass it is”. They had stopped moving now. They had made their way into the main hall. In the middle of the room was the bar, and along the circular wall there were tables. Some of the tables had asari dancing on them. Dancing might be a generous description. Some of them had their breasts uncovered, some were wearing just a thong, others were still fully dressed. They gyrated their hips to the enjoyment of their patrons, who were throwing money at them.

“Maybe you should join them” Karvan suggested, noticing what she was looking at. Miranda punched him in the arm, and they both laughed a little.

“If it wasn't my spectacular ass” she said, as she deliberately flexed her ass in his grip. “then what was the point of the humiliation at the entrance for?” she asked him. He smiled as he moved one hand from her ass to grab her chin.

“It was your tattoo I showed him” he replied as he leaned in for a kiss. Again Miranda dodged it, and again he licked her cheek. He grunted in frustration but continued on. “It is the family crest of Garth Krecmob. He is the reason Afterlife is closed to most people tonight. I used to work with him many years ago. His quite a big deal, although insanely paranoid. They let you in because you bear the mark of his slaves”. He looked her straight in the eyes, an evil grin on his face. She had been branded like a slave. She would be angry, if it wasn't for the fact that she had only gotten so far because of it.

“Why would you give me that?” she shouted at him, trying to overcome the noise of the loud music blaring.

“Its a long story” he said, trying to evade the question. “Lets just dance instead”. He began to walk against her pushing her backwards into the crowd dancing. They were now surrounded by dancers on all sides. It didn't feel like an exclusive event, it was as full as it usually was. Once he had led her far enough onto the dance floor as he wanted he moved his hands from her ass to her hips and spun her around. With her back towards him he grabbed tightly on her hips and pressed her against him.

He started to gyrate his hips, and she responded to his movements. As he enjoyed himself it gave her some valuable time to scout. She let her eyes dart around the room. It wasn't easy to get details, the lighting was poor, with strong red, purple and orange tint to it. And occasionally a white strobe light would take over and then it became almost impossible to see anything. But her eyes moved to the upper section. That was always were Aria would sit, if she was even here now. She couldn't tell, no way for her to look over the edge. To the right there were several VIP booths and her eyes snapped to the third one. It was empty, no light and no people as far as she could see. He hadn't arrived yet. This would complicate things, she had hoped to get in, lose Karvan and then get to work, but if Garth wasn't her yet she was stuck having to wait.

As they danced she felt herself growing hotter. He was pressed tightly against her, with his face rubbing against her cheek. His scent enveloping her, threatening to drown her in it. She inhaled the musky aroma, and she heard a little laugh escape the battarians mouth. Shame and embarrassment rushed through her and she blushed. He did not let her linger in her shame for long. His hands wandering over her body. They grabbed her hips, and flowed over her stomach and up to grab her breasts. She could feel him growing harder against her ass. And she felt herself growing hotter. She had not released a single drop of sweat running up the stairs, but now she felt it flow from her forehead.

She hadn't noticed, but her hips were moving in tune to the music on their own. Or maybe it was by choice, and she just wasn't ready to admit it yet. Why was she staying here. She had gotten in, she could easily lose him in the crowd. Excuse herself to the bathroom and slip away. But she stayed, grinding her ass against the massive hardening erection behind her. When he fondled her breasts she didn't slap his hands away, instead she just moaned at the rough treatment they were receiving.

One of his hands traveled from her breast and up to her chin grabbing it between his thumb and index finger. He turned her head towards him and looked her in the eyes. She was breathing heavily now, he could see it. Her large sweat covered breasts traveling up and down as they chased the life needing oxygen. As he held her head her mouth opened and he looked at those shiny plump lips. He then leaned forward ready to shove his tongue down her throat.

She saw him leaning in, and her mouth opened in response, like it was on autopilot, her body reacting on its own. Just as he was about to make contact with her lips, she snapped out of and twisted her head to avoid it. And again she felt the wet alien tongue slather her now increasingly wet cheek.

Miranda loved kissing. She didn't just enjoy doing it, it was precious to her. To her it was the most intimate thing one could do. Fucking was primal, animals do it, but kissing, kissing was the act of an intelligent being. There was affection, care, lust, even love in a kiss. It was an intelligent and deliberate act of intimacy, not one she had any desire to share with an alien, especially not a battarian.

All the while this was happening, she never stopped grinding. Never letting his cock rest. Maybe that was the only reason he did not explode in anger. Maybe he was receiving a satisfying amount of stimulation from her ass. As she continued to gyrate her hips, press her ass against him and dance to the beat of the music. She could hear him grunt and groan in her ear, clearly enjoying it, and she was too. Her breathing grew jagged, her skin hot and she felt herself begin to leak. It pooled in her thong, rubbing it against her as she moved. If she was going to be honest with herself, she had been leaking for a while, not that Miranda was ready to be honest with herself.

The hand on her chin left its perch, traveling down, across her breast, where it briefly joined the other one in groping her globes earning another moan from the woman. Then it traveled further south and to the side. It reached her waist, where he pinched and rubbed before it traveled down to her hips and eventually to her thigh. Miranda was enjoying it. Grinding and moaning, pushing against the hands that were on her. His cock had grown to its full size. She shifted away from him briefly, not to escape, but to adjust. When she returned her ass to his groin she placed her cheeks on either side, letting his cock press into the valley of her ass. It was restricted a little bit by the fabric of her dress, but the dress was so tight it followed the contours of her body, easily slipping into her crack when it was pressed there by his cock. A moan, a true moan escaped him as she moved up and down now grinding his cock between her cheeks. She moaned herself now, no way she could suppress or deny the effect this was having on her. She wasn't just being passive now, the recipient of the situation, she was actively participating.

She felt her knees grow weak, and she struggled with balance. She lifted her torso and pressed her back against his chest. With on hand she grabbed the forearm of the hand fondling her breast, not remove it, just to keep her balance. Her other hand moved behind his head and grabbed his neck. She was in a much better position now, and she took full advantage of it. Pushing herself hard against him, she also flexed her cheeks, trying to crush his cock between her cheeks. He groaned in pleasure and she couldn't help but smile at the effect she was having on him. This was usually how Miranda was, in control, in charge, and she had to stay that way. If she lost control again she would surrender, she was sure of it. And then she would not be able to stop the battarian from having his way with her. But this way, she could have some fun, while she waited for Garth to get here. She knew she was playing with fire, and that she should stop, get away and just wait. But she couldn't help herself. Her pussy was on fire, screaming for attention. And every touch of his hands against her body sent sparks to her brain. She was so close to him now, the scent that escaped from him, the sweat that had accumulated on his skin all day. The musk from his erect cock, the pheromones escaping his pores, it overwhelmed her. She was swimming in his scent and it drove her wild with desire.

Karvan was not satisfied with being passive. And as the woman moaned and pressed against him his hand finally made its way down to her thigh. She felt instantly. Rather than grope her through the fabric of the dress. He was now touching her bare skin. It felt divine as he gripped her strong thigh and in response she pressed herself against him. But he wasn't interested in her thigh. It moved from the outside of her leg to the inside, and then up. It crawled up her inner thigh and made contact with the hem of her dress, and he gently began to pull upwards. She felt the dress snake up her hips and ass. She quickly removed her hands from his arm and neck to grab the hem of her dress desperately trying to hold it down against his movement. She felt his hand leave her breast, and she heard a little laugh in her ear.

“Its a bit late for modesty don't you think” he whispered in her ear. He then proceeded to lick and took her earlobe into his mouth. It was gross, but Miranda couldn't help but moan. “Why are you fighting me? You want this, you have wanted this all day” as he spoke he pulled on her dress a little harder, but Miranda resisted. But he was right, she did want it, or at least a part of her wanted it, another part of her was screaming at her, telling her to run away while she still could. It wasn't just that he was going to defile her, he was dangerous, how did she know she wasn't going to end up dead, ditched in some alleyway when he was done with her. This was the most screwed up thing about the whole situation, it turned her on. The fact that he was so dangerous, the fact that he could so easily be consumed with rage and kill set fire to her womanhood. She burned from within like she had never done before. But she resisted, there was still something left of Miranda in her, and she could still put up some resistance, even if it was pathetic and ultimately futile.

The hand that had left her breast grabbed her jaw and turned her head to face him again. Locked in his grip she couldn't turn away. She looked straight into his four pitch black eyes and saw nothing but malevolence. He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She couldn't move her head to avoid it any longer. Not that she would have had he let go of her, because as he closed the distance she opened her mouth, eager to except him.

His tongue forced itself into her mouth. His lips pressed against hers, it was a hard kiss. There was no love or affection here. This was a kiss of domination, and Miranda submitted to it. His large tongue filled her mouth and pressed hers down. She couldn't shove it out, even if she wanted to, and she did not want to. Her tongue meekly surrendered to the larger invader, letting in press against it as it laid there obediently. The large tongue explored every part of her mouth and she moaned around the invader.

She felt his cock flex between her cheeks as he dominated her mouth. His saliva poured into her mouth and she greedily swallowed the disgusting fluid. The kiss was long and hard, her lips pressed hard against her teeth as he licked slobbered all over the inside of her mouth. His lips were not idle, moving across her own, slathering them with his spit. As he finally exited the long kiss he licked her lips as his tongue exited her throat.

Miranda moaned as his tongue finally left her mouth and she could breath normally again. But the air was so filled with his scent it just increased her arousal even more. He leaned back and looked at the face of the woman who's mouth he had just violated. She was drunk with lust. Her cheeks red with arousal, her skin glistening with sweat. Her mouth, jaw and cheek was now covered with their mixed saliva. A tiny bit of it was running down her chin. She looked about done he thought. Time to escalate.

She said nothing. She just stood there stunned. Her mouth agape breathing heavily. She didn't do anything. She didn't move away, she didn't escalate. She just stood there passive, to shocked about what had happened, about what she had let happen. She wanted to run away, but her legs were frozen. Her body limp, unresponsive. And when again began to pull on her dress, she did nothing. The dress rode up her body quickly. Her arms laid on top of his as the dress was pulled over her ass and rested around her stomach.

There she stood exposed to everyone had they bothered to look. They were thankfully busy with their own activities. Not that she knew what they were. Her mind had gone blank, and even while she was staring into the room, her brain wasn't registering anything. The only thing her mind could focus on now was the growing heat inside her and the battarian's hand making its way down her stomach and into her thong.

The moment the fingers mad contact with the fabric her body tensed. Her ass tightened around his member, but he ignored it. Instead he moved the other hand from her chin and pressed his fingers against her lips. She opened her mouth and welcomed his index finger into her mouth. She leaned back into him and placed one hand around his neck for balance, and the other he placed around the forearm of the arm going towards her womanhood. But she did not grab it to slow him down, she just rested her hand against his arm.

“That's it” he whispered into her ear as she moaned around his fingers. “Be a good bitch and surrender, you will feel so good if you do” he bit her ear as he finished. As the tip of his fingers made contact with her labia she jerked in his grip. A deep moan escaped her mouth around his finger. He responded by adding another finger to her mouth, which made her moan even deeper. She had closed her eyes now, head pressed back over his shoulder facing the ceiling.

He wasted no time now, no more teasing, no more edging. It was time to make this bitch his. He made the plunge and traveled south. Her passed her labia and shoved his fingers deep into the woman. Her reaction was instant. She squealed around his fingers. It was good she was partially gagged or the whole club might have heard them. Her legs pulled close together trying to stop the invader. Her ass shook against him, now completely bare except the tiny fabric of her panties, and flexed and convulsed around his cock. Victory had never tasted so sweet in his life.

She was wet, but not just wet, she was soaked. His fingers now covered in her fluids, it was like sticking his hand in a bucket of water. He felt the fabric of her underwear rub against the top of his hand as he forced his fingers deep within the woman. The underwear was equally soaked and partially stuck to his hand as he tried to claim the deepest parts of her for himself.

Miranda shook. Her core vibrating from the invasion. Her pussy, so neglected finally filled. For the first time there was direct stimulation directly to her womanhood. Not from groping or spanking, not the psychologically induced arousal she was feeling, but a good traditional fingering. She squealed and moaned around the fingers in her mouth, covering her tongue in their intoxicating taste. She gripped his neck and arm tightly trying to hold on, but Karvan would not let her rest.

As soon as his fingers slipped within her they started moving. Pulling them almost all the way out before he shoved them back in. He would repeat the process and each time his fingers rammed themselves in her she would release a deep moan and bite down on the fingers in her mouth.

There was nothing gentle about what he was doing. He was violating her, forcing his fingers deep and roughly pulling them out again. The friction should have been uncomfortable, even unbearable, but Miranda's wetness welcomed it. She could feel how his fingers sloshed around inside her. Not because she loose, but just because of the insane amount of fluids that were now gushing out of her. She was in fact incredibly tight, perfect, just like every other part of her. Her pussy clenched around the fingers and he had to force them to reach deep within her. As his fingers ravaged her insides the palm of his hand would rub against her mound, occasionally passing over her inflamed clit sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She was helpless, she could do nothing except hold on for dear life moaning and screaming in pleasure as the battarian used her body.

The fingering continued and Miranda lost track of time. It could have been two minutes, it could have been 15, truth was she had no idea. The only thing she could focus on now was the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling and the heat building deep within her. She tried to fight against it, to suppress it, but it was hopeless, it was growing deep within her and she would soon be overwhelmed by it.

The battarian started to move his hips again, grinding his pant covered cock between her cheeks. Miranda had no choice but to follow. At first her hips moved only from the force of his pushing against them, but she soon found her own strength and started pushing against him as well. She forced her knees to bend allowing her ass to sink down a little, and then extend her knees again to force her ass back up again. This way she was moving her ass up and down his cock. He could feel it sliding in between her cheeks. She would also flex her ass occasionally adding extra pressure as she slid over his manhood. This would earn a deep moan from the battarian, a moan that filled her ear and it was such a sweet sound to her in this moment.

Karvan pulled his fingers from her mouth and Miranda let out a disapproving moan as they left her lips. But her mouth was not left empty for long. He used the now free hand to grab her ponytail and twist her head around so she was looking back at him. Miranda opened her eyes and stared back at he battarian. He then pressed her head against his and she eagerly opened her mouth as their lips met and his large tongue forced its way into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth as they exchanged spit. It was a messy kiss, aggressive and wet and her lips, jaw and mouth was again covered with his spit. She welcomed it, grinding against his cock, moaning into his mouth and going mad with pleasure from the fingering she was receiving.

The two of them stood like this for a while, grinding against each other and moaning into each other's mouths. Miranda was so close now, she felt the heat threatening to explode within her, but just as she was about to finally get the release she had craved all day the stimulation ended.

He slowly pulled his fingers from within her leaving her empty. She whimpered into his mouth in disapproval. Wanting nothing more than for him to force himself back inside her. But he didn't, he instead pulled back from the kiss and looked into her eyes. She looked back up at him pleadingly.

“Please” she whined. Her voice barely more than a whimper. She didn't even know if he heard her, the music was so loud she could barely hear herself think. She flexed her cheeks and pushed herself harder against his cock, desperately trying to coax him into doing something to her. As his hand left her thong it traveled up her stomach to her breast. He gripped one of them in his hand and squeezed dragging a whimper from her mouth. Oh how she enjoyed being treated this roughly.

To her dissatisfaction the hand would eventually leave her breast and disappear from view, she did not know where it went, but it did not return to her body. The other hand, still gripping her ponytail pulled hard and twisted her head, forcing her to look forward. He pulled hard, sending signals of pain from her scalp to her brain. Her own lust filled brain did not really register it as pain, but as a form of intense pleasure, and she moaned as her head was being twisted. He leaned away from her and pushed her head forward bending her torso over. She had to adjust her feet to keep balance. As she was partially bent forward she was forced to let go of his neck. He then pulled back on her hair, earning another moan from her, and forcing her back to arch. Nowhere to place her hands now they fell limp to her side as he manipulated her body.

Standing like this she was forced to take in the surroundings. No longer receiving real stimuli her brain calmed down a little and she could actually register her environment again. It dawned on her that she was in the middle of the dance floor. Not only that but she had been so roughly fingered there. Surrounded by hundreds of people. Thankfully they all looked busy with their own enjoyment. She felt awkward in her position, flustered and horny, dress hiked up to her belly button, revealing her soaked panties to all who would bother to look at her. But she remained, she didn't try to pull her dress down, she didn't try to lift er torso up, she didn't try to remove the hand on her hair. She just stood there passively, waiting. She didn't know what for, all she knew was that she was desperate for more.

And that is when she saw her. When she was completely surrendering to her lust she made eye contact with the woman. It sent a shock of shame and embarrassment through her body. To be discovered in such a state. Maybe less than 10 feet away she saw Eaeesha, her asari informant on Omega. She was locked in a dance with a Turian. Her back towards him grinding against him as they danced. She saw her large tits shake around as the duo danced. She would never describe what she was wearing as clothes. Her body was instead covered with straps hiding her most intimate places. On her feet she was wearing heels so tall Miranda questioned how she could balance on those things, but she did so gracefully. Her body moved in tune with the music as she danced with her client. The straps left most of her skin exposed, really only covering her nipples and her crotch.

Miranda had always known she was well endowed when it came to her chest. Most men struggling to fit one of them in their palm, but Eaeesha was something else. Her womanly mounds were massive. They looked especially large on the asari's tiny body. She was thin, but fit. But what little fat she had was deposited in all the right places, her large breasts, her womanly hips and her nice curvaceous ass. She was a petite woman, but a beautiful one still.

But what sent shame and ice down Miranda's spine was not seeing this woman, the woman was a joy to look at, no it was the fact that the asari was looking straight at her. For how long Miranda didn't know. Maybe she had just spotted her, or maybe she had been staring at her the entire time she had been molested by the battarian.

She didn't say anything, she didn't signal to her that she saw her. She didn't do anything but continue to to dance and grind with her Turian partner, it was after all what she was paid to do. Miranda's face however betrayed her. Her face was shocked, and the embarrassment she was feeling at being discovered by someone she knew was evident in her blushing cheeks. Her mouth , covered with battarian spit, left open in shock. She didn't know what to do, what to say, she wished she could be somewhere else, but there was no escape for her now.

The asari continued to move so gracefully, grinding against the Turian who looked to be in heaven. His head facing the roof, hand on the woman's hips, not paying attention to anything but the feeling of the blue woman's ass against his crotch. The asari however had her eyes fixed on Miranda. As she looked at her the blue woman's mouth widened and a smile erupted, and that was when Miranda felt it.

Karvans hips again made contact with her ass, but now something was different. She could feel the texture of his skin against her ass. He had lowered his pants. The warm sweaty battarian skin of his pelvis pressed against her cheeks. But it was going to get worse for her because between her legs his cock made itself known. His large member, covered with sweat and leaking fluids first poked against the inside of her thigh. Miranda tensed immediately, she wanted to recoil, to pull away, but again her body betrayed her and she stayed rooted, eyes fixed on the asari in front of her.

Karvan adjusted his hips and his cock traveled up the inside of her thigh leaving a trail of fluid as it dragged upwards. A shock of pleasure and panic erupted from her pussy the moment his cock made contact with her labia. Her soaked underwear being pressed against her lips as he began to rub his cock against her. Miranda could do nothing but moan in ecstasy.

The feeling was unlike anything she had experienced before. The thick member slid back and forth against her pussy. It felt more stimulation to her than any cock entering her before had. Had she truly lost? There was now nothing more than the thin fabric of her thong separating her most sacred place from the massive disgusting alien cock. To have her body be so close to giving in sent panic through her. She hated battarians with every fiber of her being, and the idea of one being able to lay a hand on her was ludicrous to her, or it was when she woke up this morning. Now she wasn't just letting a disgusting alien touch her, she was letting one rub its cock against her pussy, and she was loving every moment of it. The more she thought about how much battarians disgusted her, how much she despised them, the more inflamed her pussy grew and the hotter her fire burned.

She could not stop herself from moaning if her life depended on it. Her mouth open and releasing its noise for all who wanted to hear. Although with how loud the music was, very few probably did. She felt the battarian move his hands again. The hand let go of her hair and instead wrapped around her throat and pulled her back against his chest. The other hand pulled her dress down from her breasts, exposing her bra covered tits. He then roughly grabbed on and squeezed, pulled and pinched it roughly. She would have moaned, but the truth was she was already moaning as much as she could.

With his hands molesting her breast, he again twisted her head around with the hand on her hair and and covered her lips with his own. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth. She stood there, still, excepting all that was done to her, her hands hanging limp by her side as he used her body as he wished. But Miranda wanted more. Not satisfied with just his own hips moving, she began to add her own. She started gyrating her hips, helping his thick cock rub harder and faster against her labia. The more she rubbed, the more pleasure she felt. And that familiar heat returned.

She was going to climax now she decided. She didn't want to postpone it any longer. Every time she got close it would escape her. But this time she would not let it slip away. She didn't care where she was or who was watching, she was going to catch the orgasm that she had been chasing all day. With steeled determination she used one hand to grab his hip behind her and used it as leverage to allow her to grind into his cock harder and faster. With the other hand she grabbed the back of his neck pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth.

She ran her tongue over his. Slathering it with her spit. The two tongues danced inside her mouth, but it was no question who was the winner, His tongue was much larger, thicker and stronger than her own and hers was easily defeated. Her tongue had no choice but to submit to the larger invader. The fact that he so aggressively dominated her drove her wild. She wanted to be conquered.

Her breathing grew jagged, her chest heaving for air, desperately trying to get oxygen, which was difficult as her mouth was partially blocked by the battarians mouth and tongue. She was forced to breath in his breath, its stench filled her mouth, nostrils and lungs and she felt her knees grow weak and her body grow hot. It was disgusting and gross, but at the same time so arousing. As the intoxicating stench filled her she felt herself approach her peak.

He moved his hand from her ponytail, no need to push into her mouth when she was so eagerly accepting him, and wrapped around her throat. It caught her off guard. She was already almost out of breath from making out, and now with her airways completely blocked she felt herself go dizzy quickly. His grip was so tight it hurt, she was afraid he would crush her windpipe, but rather than becoming afraid she was instead consumed with lust. She welcomed it, she wanted it, to be in pain, to be broken, to be abused. She would moan, even scream into his mouth, but she couldn't with her airways not compressed, she could no longer make a sound. The lack of oxygen was affecting her, she was teetering on the edge of consciousness, and it enhanced every feeling in her body. The pleasure on her pussy was so intense now she was sure she would pass out from it. She was so close. She used what little energy remained inside her, what little consciousness remained to grind hard against his member, squeezing it between her legs as she desperately attempted to climb that final hill. Her brain started to relax, she believed she had succeed, that she would finally get it. Her face erupted into a smile, the widest grin of her life as her eyes rolled back into her skull and she relaxed. But fate was cruel, it had always been cruel to her, and just as she was about to pass out and achieve the orgasm of her life, it was again stolen from her.

His cock slipped from between her legs, he relaxed his tight grip on her breast and he let go of her throat and pulled back from the kiss. She inhaled that life bringing air, and consciousness returned to her. She was snapped awake and without the stimulation between her legs she was left shaking but unsatisfied. Her body standing on the edge, but unable to make the plunge. She moaned, groaned and partially screamed in frustration. She pushed her hips back, trying to get his cock between his legs again, only to find his hands quickly shift to grab her hips and hold her in place. She whined and groaned, grinding her thighs against each other, desperate for stimulation, but it was no use.

She was angry now, furious at being denied again. She knew she was right on the edge, just a little bit would bring her over. She moved her hands quickly, diving for her pussy. If he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction she wanted, she would just do it herself. A few seconds rubbing herself would be enough considering how hot and bothered she was. But just as she was about to finish she felt his hands grab her arms and pulled them back. He forced her torso forward bending her over while her held her arms at the elbow behind her.

He held her there in place, now trapped, without stimulation but still insanely horny. He didn't do anything or say anything to her, he just held her there in place. Miranda was now boiling over with anger, she began to thrash and twist. Trying desperately to escape his grasp but she couldn't, he was too strong. She started to whine and groan as she fought against his hands but it was no use. She had been tortured before, but this might be the worst thing she had experienced. She shouted at him to let her go, but he didn't react, he just held her in place. She lowered her head in shame. What the hell was she doing?

She was left there for a while, held in place while she calmed down. Her breathing began to return to normal. She left the edge she had been balancing on all day, and again had to admit defeat. At this point she was beginning to believe she would never have another orgasm in her life.

She felt the battarian shift and pulled her arms back, raising her back into a upright position. He then turned her around to face him. She saw the same smug look on his face he always had, although he himself was breathing heavily as well. Clearly the nights activities were beginning to have an effect on the old alien. Miranda's expression however was not smug, it was angry. She looked him in the eyes with rage. She was so angry, in fact she could barely remember the last time she was so consumed with mind shattering rage.

“Enjoying yourself” the battarian asked in a patronizing tone. She wanted to skin him. She wanted to scream at him about how angry she was. She wanted to tell how close she was, and what a giant piece of shit he was for denying her. But then she realized that was what he wanted. He wanted her to admit how much she liked it, wanted her to admit how good he manipulated her body. He wanted her to tell him, to beg him for more. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. She softened her face, suppressed her anger and looked at him coldly. Trying to fain indifference.

He responded by putting one hand around her neck and the other over her ass and pulled her into another wet kiss. Her defiance melted away the moment his mouth made contact with hers. He groped her ass and pressed her into him. Miranda in response moaned into his mouth has they slathered over each other's lips. His cock now pressed upwards pressed between their stomachs as they continued their kiss. Miranda was loosing herself again, all her anger faded away as she felt his hand on her ass. She reacted on instinct and her hands traveled between them and wrapped around his cock.

God how good his cock felt in her hands. Not only wet from his own sweat and precum, but after rubbing so long against her socked panties it was now also slick with her own juices. Her hands easily slide across its length. It was warm, like holding on to fire. He felt almost as warm to the touch as she felt inside, and seeing, and feeling the effect her body was having on him made her shiver with desire.

He leaned back from the kiss, Miranda's lips closing around his tongue, trying in vain to keep it in her mouth. As he retracted his tongue she whined in frustration. They now looked into each other's eyes. Miranda's mouth was hanging open, half her face covered in his spit. Her hands moved diligently across his cock, rubbing it, massaging it and stroking it to the best of her abilities. And her abilities were great, she could see it on his face, how he contorted, and groaned at her touch. It spurred Miranda on and she grew even more enthusiastic about her work.

She could feel it pulse in her hands as her palms traveled back and forth over the alien skin. He moaned again as she increased her speed. When her hands reach the tip she would use her thumb to massage its head, each journey to the top earning a deep masculine moan from the battarian. God how she loved that sound. God how she loved the feeling of his cock against her fingers. Her breathing increased and she felt herself grow hot again. She was getting so worked up now she started moaning herself.

“Do you like it” he asked by leaning in and whispering in her ear. He moved one hand to her ass and the other to her breast. Groping her while she gave him the best handjob she could.

“Yes” she whispered back. “Its so big, so thick” she said, mostly to herself. His hands groped her harder, forcing another moan from her. Her breathing was strained now, fast but deep. He leaned in and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She welcomed it, but most of her focus was on the large rod in her hands. She explored it, so full of ridges, and lumps, so alien. It didn't just look alien, it felt alien. But all the ridges and lumps pushed against her palms as her hands ran across the length, and she could not help but imagine what they would feel like inside her. Ridges sliding into her, on after the other, touching her in places she had never been touched before. The fantasy drove her wild and she whimpered into his mouth.

“Are you sure this is for my pleasure?” he asked her smugly. Miranda pulled away from him ending their kiss. His face reveling his smugness. “Looks like you're enjoying this more than I am” he told her as he squeezed her ass and tits making Miranda squirm in his touch. Miranda looked at him without saying anything at first. It was probably true. It wasn't like she could hide her excitement anymore. Not like she would be able to convince him that she was in control. She just nodded nervously. Finally willing to admit her desire.

He moved his hand from her ass around to her front and into her thong. She moaned as he started rubbing his fingers against her labia, and using his thumb to play with her engorged clit.

“Aaaaahh!” she moaned loudly at his touch. She kept jerking him of as he played with her. He didn't penetrate her now, just rubbed her on the outside, but it was still incredible to her and she pressed herself into his hand.

“You love my cock, don't you” he whispered as he leaned in and began to lick and kiss her ear. She could not resist anymore.

“Yes” she replied.

“You want to feel it?” he whispered.

“Yes” she meekly said, melting in his hands, as he rubbed her faster.

“You want it inside you, to break you, to split you open?” he said firmly. Crushing her breast in his hand as he spoke. She moaned and pushed even harder against the hand in her underwear..

“Yes!” she almost screamed back at him.

“You want it on your mouth, you want to feel it against your tongue, you want to lick and drool all over it, and you want me to fill your mouth with my cum until it spills over” he whispered to her as he pinched her clit pulling a little whimper from her. This was not a question, but a command. He was right of course, she did want it, her mouth watered at the thought of this thick rod sliding past her lips. She didn't say anything, she just looked at him with lust in her eyes and nodded her head. His grin grew wide at her surrender.

He moved his hands up her body and placed them on her shoulders. He then added force to them and tried to push her downwards. She resisted, she pushed back with her legs preventing him from forcing her down onto her knees.

“Not here” she whispered nervously. “So many people watching”. Her breathing was heavy, the last amount of resistance she had was just enough to save her. She looked at him pleadingly, desperate for some semblance of her modesty to be protected. He looked at her and raised his brows questioningly.

“Too many people?” he whispered to her. His hand returning to her pussy. Only this time he rubbed his fingers on the outside of her thong. “Then why don't we go somewhere were there are no people to disturb us?”. Miranda stood there frozen, her hands stopping their motion on his cock. If this creature got her alone it would be over. She would not be able to resist. She didn't want to resist, she wanted his cock in her mouth, to lick every ridge along its length.

She nodded back to him. As he pressed his fingers against her mound he leaned in and whispered in her ear. She nodded again, more deliberately. He increased the pressure and rubbed her firmly, pressing the fabric of her panties into her.

“Yes!” she finally said. “I want it. I want to suck your cock”. Words that had never escaped her lips before now flowed effortlessly from her lips. She should be ashamed, but all she could focus on now was the massive rod that pulsed in her hands.

He leaned in and kissed her forcefully again before he removed his hands from her. He then pulled her dress down and returned his cock to his pants. Miranda stood their shocked. Uncertain what to think. When she was finally admitting it, when she was finally willing to leap over the edge he pulled away from her. All he had to do was pull er into a toilet stall and have his way with her, she would at this point let him do anything he wanted.

Karvan finished adjusting his pants, which was hard considering how painfully erect he was. He adjusted the woman's dress until she looked presentable again. He saw the look of confusion on her face. He stepped close to her and grabbed her waist and pulled her in for another rough kiss. Miranda putting her hands on his arms eagerly returned the kiss. After he had slobbered over her mouth for a while he pulled back and smiled. He lifted one of his hands from her waist and placed it tightly around her throat and squeezed. Her face grew red quickly as he tightened his grip. He then pulled her head close and whispered in her ear.

“There is no need for you to worry. There is no way that this evening ends without you buried on my cock. I will take your mouth so hard it will mold to the shape of my cock. I will fuck this tight little pussy of yours so hard you will beg for me to stop” he said as he moved his hand between her legs and pressed them against her womanhood. Miranda stood there limp, letting him do whatever he wanted to her. Listening to his words she felt no fear, only arousal. “But I wont stop, no matter how much pain you feel, no matter how many time you cum, I will still ravage you until you're unable to walk” he finished and let go of her neck.

Miranda remained still, just looking at him. A normal woman would be scared, she would run away, but Miranda only felt her arousal grow. Rather than be offended, rather than fight back against him, she just nodded submissively. Accepting her defeat. It wasn't just that she thought it was unavoidable, it was that she wanted it. She would fight to get it. She needed to be conquered, she needed this alien to violate her.

Karvan watch the woman yield to him finally. But for him it was not enough. He didn't just want this woman to submit to him. He had wasted so much time on this bitch. He was going to punish her for it. It wasn't enough for him anymore to just have this woman, he needed to humiliate her. To break her. To strip away every boundary she had until she agreed to anything he asked. As much as he desired to just pull her aside and have his way with her, that wouldn't let him achieve the humiliation he desired. Besides that was what she wanted, she wanted him to take her somewhere private and fuck her brains out, he had no desire to give her what she wanted. He had never been a person who cared about anything other than what he wanted.

Miranda waited patiently for him to act. For him to grab her wrists and pull her to the bathroom. She didn't even need a bathroom with how worked up she was. She might just settle for a dark corner out of view.

“How about a drink” he asked. Gesturing towards the bar in the center of the club. Miranda was a little taken aback by the request. Truth be told she felt drunk already. She had been drunk on lust for most of the day. Her blood already flooded with hormones, it wasn't like she needed a drink to calm her nerves anymore, not that she wanted to calm down, she wanted the opposite. She wanted her nerves on fire, she wanted to get fucked.

She grabbed his arm and looked at him pleadingly.

“I don't need a drink” she whimpered. She got in close and pressed her womanhood against his thigh. She started rubbing herself on his leg while looking up at him. “I am ready now, and needy. You have tormented me enough already, just take me already”. He looked down at her and smiled.

“Are you truly so in need?” he asked her, unable or unwilling to hide the condescending tone.

“Yes” she replied instantly. She didn't care about her shame anymore, she just wanted pleasure, she wanted release from this torture she was feeling. “Just take me away from all these people, please. I will do whatever you want. You can do whatever you want to me. Just stop tormenting me, stop humiliating me. Its not needed anymore, I have already surrendered to you”. She looked honest to him, perhaps the first time she was truly honest with him. But unfortunately for her, he didn't really give a shit about her feelings or what she wanted. He wanted to humiliate her, to torment her, so he would.

“Come now, a quick drink will do you good. And after that I will take you home and I will fuck you harder than you have ever been fucked before” he said as he grabbed her ass and pushed her forward. Miranda could do nothing but follow his direction. She walked along side him in between the other patrons dancing. He guided her between them with a hand on her ass. She didn't mind, at this point she just wanted to be touched. She would accept almost anything from him now. She just needed to get away from all of these people.

She felt all the eyes on her. She felt them judge her, a human lusting after a battarian. It was wrong, perverse and disgusting. She felt as if every person on the station was gazing at her, judging her. She just wanted to escape. To run away from them so she could indulge her perversion in private. She was just being paranoid. No one was looking at her, no one cared what she was doing, they were all busy with their own sins. Maybe a drink would do her good she thought.

They finally reached the bar and found an available spot at the very end of it. It was tight here, crowded. Patrons moving back and forth between the bare, tables and the dance floor. They were pressed together as they made their way to the bar.

Karvan quickly got the attention of the salarian behind the counter signaling something to him. Miranda stood there impatiently. She was getting more and more eager to leave. He was pressed into her behind her. As they waited for their drinks she felt his hands travel down her waist. They traveled over her hips and down her thighs until they reached the hem of her dress. As he lifted it up Miranda did nothing. She just looked over her shoulder at him with a disproving look. As her dress were lifted over her ass exposing her she looked at him even sterner, but said nothing to him and did nothing to stop him. With the counter in front of her, covered her from the belly button down, and Karvan standing behind her, she actually felt relatively covered. There wasn't a lot of people who could see what he was doing to her. The only ones were the ones standing at the bar next to her. And they were busy trying to get there drinks. With her dress out of the way he moved one of his hands down her back and across her ass, massaging and pinching it as it traveled down. Her look changed from one of disapproval to one of anticipation. He used his other hand to grab her chin and press her face against his for another wet kiss.

His hand moved past her ass and between her legs, but rather than rubbing her pussy through her thong, or sliding his fingers underneath it he instead moved his hand to the top of her thong. Were the bands from her hips and the one from her ass and joined together. He then pulled the thong down quickly. Miranda was shocked when she realized what he was doing. She tried to wiggle away but she was stuck between the counter and the alien. She tried to move her head away, but he held her in place not letting her leave as he assaulted her mouth with her tongue. She moaned around his tongue, unable to fight the desire that was growing within her.

She leaned into his kiss, pushing her lips against his and rolling her tongue all over his. She was exposed now, with her dress pulled up to her stomach and her thong hanging between her knees, the only thing shielding her from view was the battarians body behind her. He did not remain passive for long. He moved his hand from her underwear, letting it hang between her legs as he moved it back up to grope her ass once before sliding it to her pussy. He didn't waist time and shoved two fingers into her wet hole. She moaned from the pleasure as his fingers invaded her.

He pulled back from the kiss and let go of her chin. She could see his hand move forward to do something on the counter, but she wasn't paying attention to it. Her eyes were fixed on his. Looking deep into them with lust and desire as she was fingered from behind.

She put her palms on the desk and arched her back as the fingers started moving in and out of her. This fingering was fast, unlike what she had before. If it wasn't for the loud music one would be able to hear the wet sounds his digits made as the forced their way in and out of the woman. She tried to stand, but it was hard. The pleasure was getting to her and she had to grip the bench tightly to remain standing. The heels she was balancing on were tall and thin, not ideal when you had quivering legs.

“Mhhhmmm. . . . aaahmmmm . . . . aaaahh....... aaaaaaaaaahhh” her moans grew louder and louder as he feverishly slammed his fingers into her now gushing pussy. She tried to look at him, to keep her eyes fixed on his but she couldn't. She was too horny and her pleasure too great and she fell forward onto the counter, moaning and screaming her pleasure as the battarian carved his fingers into her from behind. Just as soon as he had started his fingering he stopped. He pulled out of her swiftly, leaving her empty. Her pussy clamped down around the empty air. She rose from the counter and looked at him angrily. Again she had been denied. But before she could voice her objection he presented her with a tiny shot glass.

He looked down at her, bent over on the counter, blushing and sweating. He had two glasses in his hands. He placed one of them down next to her head and used the now free hand to grope her naked ass while he downed his own drink. Miranda looked at the glass and then back at him. She didn't mind a drink if she was being honest, but she was getting increasingly annoyed at being toyed with. Pulled in one direction and then suddenly yanked in the other. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of listening to his instructions.

When he saw that she wasn't drinking it he moved his hands to her arms and pulled her of the counter. With her back now pressed against his chest he leaned in and whispered in her ear.

“The sooner you finish with that the sooner we can get out of here, and I can give you the fucking you so desperately crave” he said as he licked her earlobe. Miranda's annoyance was growing, she just wanted to climax, and it was proving increasingly difficult to do that. She leaned her head against him and placed her mouth close to his ear.

“I would be far more agreeable if you would give me what I want” as she spoke she moved her ass up and down against his groin. “Look at how a submit to you now. Just Imagine how I would treat you if you would only grant me release”. She moved her hands from the counter and grabbed his hips as she pressed herself back against him and leaned into his lips and for the first time pressing her tongue into his mouth.

Her tongue only getting to experience his mouth for a second before it was savagely pushed back into her own mouth by his much stronger tongue. Her own tongue pressed hard down by his, showing her were she belonged, on the bottom, exactly where she wanted to be.

He removed his mouth from hers and stepped a way from her, allowing a little space to come between them. He then pulled up her thong and adjusted her dress.

“Finish your drink and lets get out of here” he said to her as he let his hand flow across her back. Finally Miranda thought to herself. She grabbed the glass and downed it quickly as she walked away from the bar.

As she past him she felt his hands on her quickly. Again he was using her ass as a rudder to guide her through the crowd. The drink had a really strong taste, it reminded her of strawberry, but it was clearly alien in origin. It was very sweet. The flavor was intense, in fact it was incredible, and strangely enough the more time passed the more intense the flavor got. It was as if every taste bud on her tongue was activated, continuously flooding her brain with sweet sensation. It felt as if her mouth was flooded with sweet nectar, but her mouth was empty.

As they walked the intensity only grew, it was an incredible feeling, her mouth became warm and she felt herself begin to drool. She quickly swallowed the spit. It was as if her mouth was filled with the sweetest food. It felt so good and her mouth grew incredible hot. The heat irradiating from her mouth traveled down her throat and into her chest. She felt her heart begin to race and her breathing increased.

From her chest the heat spread. It spread to her entire torso and then flowed into her limbs. She thought she was burning inside before, but that was with lust. This felt like genuine heat. Her body burned from inside. The feeling was so intense, she had never experienced this before, it scared her, why was she feeling like this?

She felt it in her fingers. A slight prickling sensation, as if her fingertips had grown extra sensitive. She could feel her heart beat in them. Her heart beating so fast, her nerves so sensitive every pulls vibrated through her fingers. Her beat was quick, in fact it was terrifyingly quick. Her heart was racing and her breathing was equally quick. She felt her mouth begin to water, saliva building up in her mouth so fast she was forced to swallow it.

She hadn't really noticed it, but she had stopped walking. She had become so focused on her body's reaction she had lost track of where she was. She was quickly snapped back to the present when she felt a hand on her upper back.

The fingers trailed across her exposed skin on her back. The hand traveled up until it gentle gripped her neck. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt. It was as if her skin had become as sensitive as her cunt. She couldn't help but moan as the hand drifted across her skin. Every nerve ending in her skin that came into contact with the hand sent powerful jolts of pleasure to her brain.

As she stood there enjoying the sensation a familiar battarian came into view standing beside her. He looked at her with a wicked grin, like she had seen many times today, but this one was different. This wasn't a grin of smugness or pleasure, she could see the malevolence on his face. This was the grin of a sadist.

It was in this moment she knew. She should have known earlier, but her brain was so overstimulated now it was hard to think. She had been drugged. He had slipped her something and it was now flowing though her and burning her from the inside. Miranda had no experience with narcotics, she barely drank any alcohol. Terror consumed her as she felt her body react so strongly to whatever was inside her, but as the battarian's hand drifted across her back she couldn't deny how good she felt. She couldn't stop herself from moaning.

He stepped in front of her and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. She looked up at him to scream at him. To tell him to fuck off. She wanted to use her biotics to throw the alien into the wall. But all she could do was open her mouth and drool. She felt the spit run down her chin. No words escape her lips. As his hands gently stroked her shoulders all that came out was a moan.

He lifted a single finger and pressed it against her lips. She groaned as his fingers smeared her drool over her mouth. He ran his finger over her chin and lips. She felt her knees shake underneath her. Her lips exploding with pleasure. Every part of her that was touched sent ripples through her body. She whimpered as the alien smeared her spit over her face.

She didn't think his expression could get any worse. Yet she saw it change to a look of perverse satisfaction after seeing her body's reaction. She felt her mind slipping, all of her conscious thoughts drifted away and were replaced only by what she was physically feeling. anxiety, anger, fear and all the other thoughts more complicated thoughts she was having drifted away, until all that remained was the touch of his finger on her lips and the fire burning between her legs.

Eventually he grew bored with what he was doing and allowed his hands do drift down along the side of her body. They reached for the hem of the dress and he gently pulled it up, letting is slowly glide over her ass as he exposed her. This time there was no resistance from her. She was paralyzed, not by fear and not by lust. It was as if she wasn't really there. She could feel what was happening to her body. She could feel her dress slide up over her ass, but she couldn't do anything about it. It was as if she was watching it happen to someone else.

She couldn't stop it, she didn't have much control of her body anymore, but she didn't want to stop it either. She didn't want anything right now. She didn't want anything anymore. Her brain was incapable of higher reasoning now. Shame, embarrassment and modesty, this were complicated thoughts that didn't exist to her right now. The only thing she could do now was feel, and what she was feeling was extraordinary.

With her skin as sensitive as her genitals every touch was pleasurable. A handshake would feel like masturbation. Her core was burning with heat, her heart pounding and her pussy inflamed beyond reason.

By the time the dress drifted over her ass Miranda's mind had turned to mush. She could only look at the battarian with unfocused eyes and a open drooling mouth. She felt his hands grope her ass and press her against him. His mouth enveloping her own as his tongue invaded her mouth. She moaned in his grip. The hands on her ass gripping her tight sent ripples of pleasure through her. She moaned and groaned ass her ass was groped. It felt amazing, it felt as pleasurable as getting fingered. Her body shaking with excitement.

He broke from the kiss and his hands left her rear and they traveled to her waist. They gripped her slim waist tightly and spun her around. The sudden rotation threw her off balance and made her head spin. She grew dizzy and everything around her became blurred. She didn't understand what was happening, she stood there frozen, like a zombie, unable to think, unable to act. It was as if her brain was gone, and the only thing that remained was her sensitive nerves, she was a body without a brain. A body that was burning with lust.

She was not left frozen for long as she quickly felt his hands return to her body. They grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks wide as she felt another familiar sensation between her legs. His cock was again pressed against her cunt. The moment it made contact with her thong covered pussy her body convulsed in pleasure. She moaned and her legs squeezed together in reflex.

He started moving his hips back and forth, letting his cock rub against her labia slowly. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pressed her close to him. She moaned and her legs quivered. The sensation was explosive. The large member rubbing and grinding against her sent jolts of pleasure through the sensitive nerves in her crotch.

He accelerated his thrusts, beginning to slam his hips into her as if he was fucking her, and she was moaning as if she was being fucked. Miranda's sounds grew louder as he really started to pound his pelvis into her ass. She was twitching and groaning as the thick alien appendage rubbed hard against her crotch. It wasn't just the pleasurable feeling in her cunt that was driving her mad with pleasure. His hard body slamming onto her ass sent sparks of drug induced pleasure through her.

He moved his hands from her waist and pressed them against her upper back bending her forward. He grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head backwards forcing her to arch her back as he began slamming into to the poor woman.

She however looked like she was having the time of her life. Her expression had become one of ecstasy and pleasure. Her eyes staring up at the ceiling, her mouth open and tongue extended. Drool flowed down her tongue and began to leak onto the floor as she was molested by the battarian. She was screaming now, screaming with joy, with lust and with pleasure. He was slamming into her ass hard and to Miranda the feeling of his cock rubbing against her was more pleasurable than any penetration had ever felt. She was melting in his grip.

He used the hand not gripping her hair to grab the hem of her dress and lift it upwards. He lifted it so high it went over her breasts. It was now folded under her arms exposing her entire body to world. His hand drifted across her stomach, her tight toned abs flexed and shivered underneath his touch.

He got to really enjoy the look of this woman now. Looking down at her he saw her magnificent ass clad in a luxurious thong, shake from the impact of his hips. It vibrated beautifully, what an ass it was. He could see all the muscles in her back convulse and flex in response to his treatment, but what drove him the wildest was the sounds. The woman was screaming so loud now that he could hear her over the loud music.

He noticed other patrons were looking at him using this woman. Some looked at him with curiosity, some with amusement others with desire. Why wouldn't they, it was not often they laid eyes on the half naked form of a woman like Miranda, and certainly not in the position she was in. She didn't notice any of this, all she noticed was the incredible feeling of the aliens manhood being pushed hard against her.

He slapped her ass hard. The woman screamed loudly. He yanked her hair so hard he lifted her torso back up and pressed her against his chest. He stopped moving his hips and held the woman by the hair as his other hand dove into her thong. His fingers found her wet and her whole body shook against him as he rubbed her lips.

She was ready he thought. There was no resistance from her anymore, he could do whatever he wanted to her. He could finally humiliate her properly, and he intended to.

Miranda felt her body being turned around again to face the alien. Even in her heels she had to bend her head backwards a little to look up at his face. They were so close now, she could feel his breath on her face. Her mouth opened on instinct, breathing in the alien scent. Was it over? His hands were no longer on her ass, and his cock wasn't between her legs. She couldn't really think much, but she did know that she wanted more. She didn't want the pleasure to end. She had been so close to that sweet release when he had suddenly stopped.

She was standing in front of this battarian, balancing on shaky legs in heels, wearing nothing but her lingerie. She was exposed to anyone who would look at them, and there were many looking at them. She didn't notice, she didn't care because she was incapable of caring. Her brain so overloaded by whatever was floating around in her body she didn't have the ability to think properly any more. All that she knew, all she wanted was for pleasurable stimulation to continue.

When she didn't feel anything she began whining. The pathetic mewling of a desperate bitch begging for pleasure. She felt a hand against her shoulder and one on top of her head she moaned as they touched her sensitive skin, and she was thankful that she was receiving some kind of stimulation. But the stimulation didn't end there. She felt pressure on her head and shoulder and her knees buckled beneath her. She had no strength to resist and her knees bent as she was pressed down.

She was pressed down into a squat. She didn't mind, she didn't mind anything now, she just wanted to feel something. When she reached to bottom she was forced to balance on her heels, and with the sate that she was in it was no easy task, but she somehow managed. The position placed her face directly in front of his alien cock.

She inhaled its scent for the second time today and the reaction this time around was even stronger. It was like breathing pleasure and she moaned at the sight of it. She was already drooling, but now her mouth felt like it was overflowing. She needed this cock, against her skin, inside her, on her she didn't care. In her mind this massive thing was the most valuable and precious thing in the universe. And when the hand on her head pressed her lips against his head she could do nothing but whimper in delight.

It pressed past her lips and into her mouth and Miranda moaned. It was deep, emitting from deep within her core. As if the cock had touched the deepest part of her. It slid deep within her mouth, sliding across her tongue. Her brain was shocked by pleasure. Her mouth felt as sensitive as her pussy and as the cock slid in and out of her mouth she felt as good as she did when she was being fucked, in fact it felt better.

She moaned around the cock in her mouth as she drooled over it. Spit leaking from her mouth as he pressed it in and out from between her lips. Her tongue went wild and danced around the invading organ. Her lips wrapped tightly around it as it moved. She sucked on it hard, and squeezed her lips around it, desperately trying to force it deeper into her. She got her wish. The hand on her head pressed her forward with more force now and the cock was shoved deeper into Miranda's mouth. She only squealed with joy as he went deeper and deeper.

He could no longer contain his own pleasure and he groaned as he felt his cock be enveloped by the beautiful woman's lips. He was expecting resistance, he knew he was large for a battarian, he expected the woman to gag and force herself of his cock. All women did long before they reached his root. But to his surprise, and excitement she didn't. She just moaned in pleasure as she swallowed more and more of his cock.

Eager now he used his hand and grabbed tightly on her pony tail and rammed her head forward. To his amazement she took it all. His cock disappeared between her lips as he pressed her face into his pelvis. He expected her to resist, to fight back against him, to try and pull of to breath. She did not, she just moaned and drooled around his cock. This woman was unlike anything he had ever seen.

He pulled on her hair and lifted her mouth from his cock. Drool spilled from her mouth and the woman began heaving for breath. But she did not cough or gag. This didn't really look like it was much of a struggle for her at all.

Miranda felt her body shiver. Her mouth overflowing with saliva, desperate to be filled again. How good it had tasted, how amazing it felt rubbing on her tongue. But the best feeling was the feeling in the back of her throat. How wonderful it felt to have it tickled by his cock. She wanted more, she needed more. Thankfully she would get her wish granted because the battarian pulled hard on her hair and shoved his cock back into her mouth all the way down.

Miranda moaned, or tried to, around the huge penis filling her mouth. How good it felt for her mouth to be so stretched around it. Her lips as sensitive as her labia vibrated in pleasure every time his cock moved between them Her tongue's taste buds sending electrics shocks of pleasure through her mouth from the alien taste. Her mouth felt as good as her pussy. She had never tasted anything better in her life. She would suck on this cock for ever if he would let her.

He pulled her head back by the hair all the way to the end before he rammed it back down. Miranda barely being given the chance to kiss his pelvis before being pulled up again. The motion was rough and he wasn't gentle with her. Miranda felt the large cock, with all its alien ridges, slide back and forth across her tongue.

He picked up the pace now. Grabbing her ponytail with both of his hands he began slamming her head into him hard. The sounds she made as he forced her to deepthroat his cock drove him wild with desire. It was wet, so overflowing with spit it sounded like he was fucking underwater. Her strained moans and grunts revealed the brutality of his actions. He was really slamming the abused woman's face into him.

I didn't matter what he did, it didn't matter how hard he did it. The woman just submissively took his abuse, eagerly swallowing his cock as he ravaged her mouth. He moved one of his hands from her hair and grabbed her jaw. Instead of using his hands to ram her into him, he instead held her head still with his hands and started fucking her face with his hips. He showed no mercy, fucking her face just as hard as he was going to fuck the bitch's pussy later.

“gllugh gluugh gluuuugh” came from Miranda's mouth as she received the most brutal facefucking of her life. It was also her first. She knew she was perfect, she knew her body was far more durable than most people. She could endure far more discomfort and pain than a normal human. She didn't know however that her gag reflex was completely absent. She didn't really think to much about this though. She didn't really think to much about anything. The only thing dominating her mind now was the amazing feeling of the alien violating her mouth.

How he was enjoying himself. Never had he had a woman be so welcoming of his cock. So eager to swallow all of him and so able to do it. Women would break long before he was able to fuck them the way he was fucking Miranda in the face. Most women wouldn't even be able to take him this hard in their cunts. But this woman did, and his brain could not wrap his head around how good it felt.

Around him he noticed how much attention they were getting. A crowd had gathered around them to witness the savage violation of this human woman. He knew what was going to happen if he didn't leave. The crowd was filled with krogans and battarians, if he didn't get her out of her soon they would force themselves on her. Not that he really cared if they did for her sake. But he wanted this woman all to himself, he had no desire to share this beauty with anyone.

He was reaching his limit. He knew he had to stop now. He pulled her violently from his cock. It popped out her mouth and she heaved for breath. Spit hung from his cock and her lips connecting the two as he looked down onto the woman. Tears ran down her cheeks, her makeup smeared and her chin and mouth covered with saliva and his leaking fluids.

Miranda was pulled to her feet and terror passed over her. It was ending, she was so desperate to be filled again she whimpered and whined as he dragged her after him by her wrists. They walked through the crowd towards the exit, Miranda following behind him. She struggled to walk on her shaky legs as she was practically dragged out of the club.

All eyes were on her as the duo made their way through the crowd of people. She was still only in her underwear, he had not bothered to adjust her dress back to normal, and she was at the moment incapable of doing it herself. She wasn't even capable of acknowledging that she was half naked.

All the patrons saw the old battarian drag the half naked woman towards the exit. They all knew, they all knew were they were going, what they were going to do. The human beauty covered in sweat dressed only in a thong and bra as she was submissively guided out of the club by the alien. What a shameful display, such a woman eagerly, willingly following the scum of the galaxy should have overwhelmed Miranda with shame. She however was unable to feel anything like that. All she felt now was the soreness in her throat and the burning lust inside her. She needed to be fucked by this battarian. She needed to finally reach the climax she had been chasing. It was over for her, she would let him do whatever he wanted now. She would let him abuse her, violate her and humiliate her however he wanted. She wouldn't just let him do it, she wanted him to.

As they walked it began to dawn on him the state of the woman. She leaned against him as they walked, barely able to stand on her own, and each step she took looked like it was the most difficult thing in the world. She had bloodshot eyes and drool was pouring from her mouth. He really had over done it with the red sand.

Her hand moved from his waist were it had been for a while, trying to help keep her balance, to the hem of his pants. The hand forced its way into his pants and grabbed his cock. She looked at him with her red eyes and drooling mouth.

“Please...... Fuck me” she begged as she began to jerk his cock in his pants. She was so desperate, he bet that he could just put her up against the wall of the corridor and fuck her right here and she would welcome it. She was begging to be fucked. As much as he would enjoy fucking this beautiful woman in public, for all eyes to see, maybe he could even sell her to the people that passed by, he could make good money from this extraordinary woman. But the truth was that he was tired. He was tired of being interrupted, he was tired of himself interrupting. Always pushing her away when she was the most eager, just so that he could eventually satisfy his desire to humiliate her. And now he was satisfied. He didn't need to drag it on any longer, he didn't need to humiliate her any longer, now what he wanted was to drag this woman back to his place where he could spend the rest of the night violating her to his own satisfaction. Behind a locked door, with no one being able to interrupt him.

“Pleash. . . . . fugh mhhe” the woman whined as she tried to pull his pants down. Her speech was slurred and strained. He pulled her hands away from his cock and slapped her across the face. That seemed to snap her back to reality, but only for a moment. She resumed her begging and tears were beginning to build in the corner of her eyes. This woman was a toast he thought. Her brain fried, he wondered if she even knew were she was, or who she was right now. Not that he gave a shit about her health though. But he was afraid she might fucking die on the way to his place, and he had no desire to fuck a corpse. He probably would still fuck her even f she was dead, but he would much rather have her warm and alive.

He was surprised she was alive, in fact he was surprised she was still conscious. When he was trying to pour the drug into her drink she had convulsed underneath him from his fingering and he had poured the entire vial into her glass. That was several doses worth of red sand. Enough to last him weeks, and he had years of experience with the stuff. It was enough of the damned thing to put a krogan into a coma. It might actually just flat out kill a krogan. Not to mention it cost him a lot, and now it was all wasted on one dose, on one bitch.

He should have known better. He should have poured some out, or just dropped drugging her entirely. But morbid curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to see what happened to a human when they took so much of the stuff. And to his shock her reaction was slow. It wasn't until now that the stuff was really starting to effect her. And she was just loosing balance, slurring her words, getting really horny. Perfectly typical reactions to red sand. If he had taken that dose he would have be fucking dead on the spot.

There truly was something remarkable about this woman. How could she have such a mild reaction to this drug? How much could she really take? How much punishment could she endure before she finally cracked? He didn't know, but he intended to find out.

As he kept starring at the woman she starred back at him. And after a moment leaned in to kiss him. He avoided her. Leaned to the side so her lips missed his. She looked back at him quivering. She looked hurt, on the verge of tears. He enjoyed kissing this woman, but with how much red sand was in her mouth, he was afraid it might kill him. He was already worked up by the reaction from her sucking him off. Her eyes watered and she looked at him with quivering lips. He turned her around and placed an hand on her ass and guided her forward as they continued walking. The moment he groped her ass the woman moaned in enjoyment. She wrapped her arms around his chest and held on tight for balance as they walked. He groped and squeezed her ass all the way back to his place and she moaned all the way there.

When they finally arrived he wasted no time. He unlocked the door to his apartment and shoved her though it. He closed the door behind them. He had finally done it. After so long he had finally got the bitch back to his place. Finally made her eager and willing. It felt as if a lifetime of work was finally going to pay off, and he had no intention to postpone it. As he took of his shirt and threw it on the floor he noticed that the woman had walked away from the entrance and further into the room. She stood straight now, walked almost normally as she moved away from him. What the fuck? He thought to himself. Was she recovering already? Had the journey to his place been enough time for her body to overcome the drug?

He watched her as she moved gracefully across the floor. She walked until she reached the bed in the middle of the room and then turned to face him. She looked at him eyes burning bright, even though he was a few feet away he could see how the redness in her eyes had begun to subside. She smiled at him as she hooked her thumbs into the hem of her dress under her arms and pulled it down.

Her breasts quickly sprang free from the confines of the dress. But she had to use force to push the dress past her hips, and over her monumental ass. Once it passed the two mountains on her rear it fell to the ground and pooled around her feet. She was balancing gracefully on her black heels, as she smiled and and placed her hands on her hips. She was perfection herself he thought. A body unlike any human he had seen, dressed in only her dark blue lingerie, her choker, and her black fuck me heels on her feet.

Miranda looked around the room as she stood there. It wasn't much of an apartment if she was being honest. Just a single room with a bed in the middle. On one of the walls was a door that stood ajar and she could see what looked like a shower through the crack. No kitchen, no living room, hallway or dining room. She wasn't really expecting some beautiful penthouse apartment, but this was honestly a bit shit. There are crew on spaceships with more room and luxury than this. He didn't even have much in the way of furniture either. There was the bed in the middle, nothing more than a rusty steel frame with a dirty mattress on top of it. It was stained with god knows what, having grown yellow and discolored over time.

It was truly filthy, and Miranda couldn't believe she was going to get fucked on it, but right now she didn't care. Her skin was burning, her core vibrating with desire and a pussy aching to be filled. The drug in her veins still made her heart race and her blood boil. Even if she was beginning to feel a little more like herself. She had felt drowsy before, as if a fog surrounded her, but now she saw clearly again, she felt in control of her limbs again. The only thing that remained unchanged was the desire that filled her.

She needed to satisfy it or she might just die. Every part of her body screamed for stimulation. She needed to be fucked, and she needed it now. As the battarian stared at her standing in front of his bed Miranda sank to her knees. She adopted a wide stance and leaned forward onto her hands as she arched her back. Looking straight at him she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. Spit flowed out and ran across her tongue all the way to her tip. Where it pooled until it built up enough to drop from her. In long threads the spit flowed to the floor, much of it still hanging from her tongue. She was making so much saliva now she was afraid she might get dehydrated if it continued.

Karvan looked towards the woman putting herself on display in front of him. He was done wasting time. He dropped his pants, stepped out of them while he walked over to the woman. She did not move, sitting idle waiting for his arrival. His cock hardened as he approached her. It had never truly softened after the blowjob he received, but it had withered a little, but now it sprang back to full hardness even before he reached the woman.

Rather than just shoving his cock right into her mouth, which was clearly what she wanted, he instead grabbed her hair and walked to the bed dragging her after him. She moaned as he did so but twisted her body and followed him obediently. He then turned to face her and sat down on the bed. He wasted no time and dragged the woman's face into his erection. She immediately began to slobber all over his cock. Dragging her tongue across it as she drooled over him. He lifted her head and placed her mouth around his tip. She opened her mouth willingly and allowed the large rod to fill her mouth again.

She got to work right away. Moving her head up and down his length. Taking about half of his length into her mouth, before pulling back up until only his head was between her lips. There she would drag her tongue across it, lick it all over before plunging down on his length again. She would repeat this again and again moaning like a whore every time she reached the tip. He let go of her hair he leaned back onto his elbows, content for now letting her work. She adjusted her position so that she was sitting comfortably on her knees between his legs. She placed her hands in front of her on the floor while she worked using only her mouth.

He moaned loudly as the manifestation of perfection drooled all over his cock. And drool she did, a very normal side effect of red sand was increased production of spit, and this woman was just poring it out of her mouth, not at all helped by the cock in her mouth. As loud as he moaned it was still quiet in comparison to the sounds she was making. The cock sliding in and out of her mouth made a wet sound, and she slurped on the cock eagerly. Trying her best to suck some spit back into her mouth. She leaned back from the cock for a moment bringing one of her hands up to jerk it while she took a few breaths. She swallowed the exes spit in her mouth before she returned her lips to the cock. As she pushed herself down on his cock she moved her hand back to the floor.

This time she went all the way. She locked eyes with him, piercing his eyes with her icy blue ones before she traveled all the way down to the hilt. He groaned in pleasure and jerked upwards, pushing his cock just a little bit deeper into her throat. She did not gag, she did not recoil, she didn't even pull back. She stayed there, her lips pressed against his pelvis while she looked up at his eyes. And that was when he felt it. Her tongue escaped her lips and started licking the root of his penis. The feeling was extraordinary, this woman was extraordinary. She drooled all over his cock and her tongue worked diligently, slathering his balls in her spit. She never took her eyes of him, but he could see them becoming strained. Even though she didn't gag, she still needed air. At some point she had to pull back he thought. But she didn't she just stayed rooted to his pelvis. Dragging her tongue over what ever she could reach, moaning and drooling as she worked her magic. His brain was getting overloaded, never had he experienced such a thing before. He thought back at all the anger he had felt, all the frustration he had experienced today. Forcing himself to be patient so he could have a willing partner, all of it faded away, and he knew in that moment it had all been worth it.

But the stimulating roller coaster wasn't over for Karvan, it was going to get even better. Even as he struggled to wrap his mind around what was happening he felt an even stronger sensation. It made him groan loudly. She had just swallowed, and as she did so all the muscles in her throat clenched and squeezed his cock from all sides. It was the greatest feeling in the world, better than red sand he thought. But Miranda wasn't done blowing his mind, or his cock. As she began to finally pull her head back she swallowed again, creating resistance as his cock began to exit her throat. As she pulled her head back her throat squeezed tightly, and she really had to use force to pull her head back. To Karvan's continued amazement she did not let his cock escape her mouth. She pulled her head back until only about a third of his cock was in her mouth, and then she descended again all they way to the bottom. She then swallowed and tightened her throat as she pulled back up.

She repeated her movements over and over again. Never taking her eyes of his. He could see them water, tears were binning to fall from them, but she persisted. Drooling and moaning around his cock. It was too much for him. Her tongue was never idle. As she worked her throat and lips around, her tongue was always dancing against his cock. He felt him reach his peak, and he knew that if he didn't stop her he would finish. He grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth of his cock.

“Bitch, do you not need to breath?!” he yelled as he yanked her of his cock. When her lips left his member she began heaving for breath. He let go of her hair and fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily. His heart was racing, this might be the end of him. He was to old for a bitch of this caliber. He didn't hear her cough. He raised his head and saw the woman sitting comfortably between his legs.

Spit covered her mouth dripping down her chin. She was breathing heavily, but she was far away from her limit. She brought her hand to her mouth and wiped away the excess spit covering her face. She moved her hands up and placed them on his thighs. With one hand she grabbed is cock and started jerking him off. Karvan quickly smacked her hands away, he was still on edge. Miranda began to giggle.

“Is the old man reaching his limit” she said as she smiled. She put her hands back on the ground and and leaned forward. She got up on her knees and was now standing on her hands and knees between his legs. As she leaned forward she pressed her nose and mouth into his scrotum. She inhaled deeply, filling her nostrils and lungs with their musky scent. She began to lick them kiss them and rub her face against his balls. God how she loved balls, and his were magnificent, thick and filled to the brim. She couldn't wait to empty them.

He lifted his torso and sat straight up as the woman worked his balls. He rested on his palms as he admired the woman between his legs. She wasn't looking at him anymore. Her eyes closed, lost in her little world of ball worship. Her back arched and once again his eyes landed on that extraordinary ass of hers. Her large globes now covered only by the silky thong. He needed to be inside her. He needed to conquer her, but there was one final humiliation he wanted first.

Miranda moaned as she worked her tongue across his sack. Its texture just as alien as his cock, but she had learned today that battarians are all completely hairless, something she was thankful for as she dragged her tongue over one of his nuts. She kissed her way up until her head peaked up from between his legs and she made eye contact with him again. He had a wicked grin smeared on his face.

She began to move her mouth upwards, kissing him along the way, but as she reached the root of his cock she felt a hand on her head. She looked at him, and raised a curious brow. Just as she was about to ask what he wanted she felt pressure on her head. Not hard, but enough that she realized that he wanted her to go lower. She obeyed, she didn't mind, she loved balls after all. As she kissed and licked across his scrotum the pressure never subsided. She moved her mouth lower and lower, her nose pressed into his balls breathing in its stench. It was heaven for her. She thought the battarian's smell drove her wild before, but now with whatever drug was floating around in her blood in made her loose her mind. It felt like a drug of its own. Only this one worked directly on her pussy, every breath she took just sent sparks to her womanhood. She moaned deeply as she was pushed further and further down.

Eventually she ran out of balls to lick. She tried to continue and and pressed her lips against his taint. Kissing and licking this patch of skin just as obediently and eagerly as she had kissed everything else. But when the pressure on her head didn't subside, even as she reached his taint, it finally dawned on her what he wanted.

Her head shot back up a little, but it didn't get to far as his hand prevented it. He pressed her face back into his balls and her mouth opened and she resumed her licking. She looked at him, his four eyes staring back at her. His grin was wide, showing no signs of fading. Again she felt pressure on her head forcing her down.

In her mind she recoiled. She was filled with revulsion. What a disgusting proposition. She wouldn't do this for the man of her dreams, and this disgusting perverted old battarian was certainly not the man of her dreams. What a gross activity, it should bring no sexual pleasure, and she didn't understand those that wanted it, even less so the people willing to do it, and Miranda was certainly not one of those women.

All of these thoughts flooded her mind as she was pushed further down. She didn't really push back as her head descended. Why wasn't she fighting back? Was it the drugs, were they so potent it stripped her of her ability to act? She was unable to answer, betrayed by a body that acted without her consent, and as her lips made contact with the rim off his asshole she wanted to scream. But she didn't scream, instead she moaned and began to lick the disgusting ring.

She kissed the ring, over and over as she would a lover. She extended her tongue and began to lick his rim, drooling all over his ass and taint. She pressed her mouth against it while she licked it. Her lips wrapping around it while her tongue flicked across it. The battarian moaned in approval. Spurred on by his reaction she moved her hands underneath his thighs and up on the other side grabbing hold. With her hands now curved around his strong thighs she was able to press her mouth hard into his asshole. She made out with his ass as if it was a mouth, slathering it with spit leaving it wet. Only pulling back for a moment to catch her breath, before she plunged back in resuming her task.

He moaned loudly, the loudest she had heard all day. His hand on her head pressing her against his ass. She could not help but moan herself as she made out with his disgusting ring. She shifted her legs into a wider stance, allowing her better leverage as she worked with her tongue and lips. Now she could press against the floor with her legs, while she was on her knees, and use her arms for to pull her self flushed against his ass.

Karvan was amazed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. When he first laid eyes on this woman this morning he could not have imagined what was before him now. On her knees so diligently and submissively eating out his asshole better than any woman he had know ever had. He wouldn't be surprised if she was eating ass better than any woman in the galaxy. There was something so satisfying about seeing a woman so beautiful, so extraordinary degrade herself to levels most whores would avoid.

He leaned forward and with the hand not holding her head he delivered a strike to her ass. Miranda moaned deeply. She arched her back more, and raised her ass higher, showing him how she wanted more. He was feeling generous so he delivered another strike to the opposite cheek. Again she moaned, but she continued rimming him to the best of his abilities.

Miranda felt the pain translate to pleasure. It was so good. Her skin was on fire. Even a gentle touch against her skin scent ripples of pleasure through her body, but with her enhanced senses the stinging pain from her ass made her brain feel as if it was going to explode.

“More” she whimpered as she resumed her rimjob. He obeyed and smacked her ass again, even harder.

“Aaaaaaah” she screamed into his ass as the strike landed.

“Deeper” he commanded as he delivered another strike. She moaned again, but obeyed. She pressed her tongue against his rim, harder and harder until it eventually broke through and her tongue vanished into his ass. He moaned in response and rewarded her with another strike. She moaned loudly, but her sounds were now muffled. Her lips pressed hard against his ass, they moved as best they could slathering his ring and kissing it as if It was her lover's lips. Her tongue now dancing inside his ass, stretching and licking in all directions, leaking saliva into his hole. She was rewarded again with another strike before he pulled her head back by her hair.

He pulled until she was removed from his crotch, she let go of his legs and her hands fell back down onto the ground. He stood up and looked down on her. She was sitting on her knees in front of him. Her hands moved up his thighs and wrapped around his member. She was sitting with her ass on her heels.

He was so much taller than her, she had to raise herself up and sit tall on her knees in order for her mouth to become level with his cock. She began to lick underneath it, dragging her tongue along its length all the way to the tip. She placed her lips around his head and twirled her tongue around it a few times before she swallowed his cock again. She only went about half way down his cock now, but she used her hands on his lower half. She moved her hands back and forth jerking him while she diligently blew him.

She was working fast now. Her head moving up and down his length. She moaned and drooled around his cock. She worked her tongue underneath his cock when she went down, and over his head as she moved up his length. He could feel himself reach his limit again. The woman looked up at him as she worked. He knew what she was doing. Her hands worked feverishly around his cock, and her mouth match the tempo of her hands. She was trying to make him finish, he knew it. He could see it her eyes, she was doing her hardest to suck his seed right out of his cock. But he would not let her get off that easy.

With a hand on her ponytail he dragged her off his cock. It jumped free of her lips with a wet pop. He could feel how she resisted. He could feel her pull her head forward, pulling away from the hand that held her back. Her hands never left his cock, still jerking him off. She moaned with need while trying to force her her head forward, but he held her back by her hair. She looked up at him with need in her eyes, desperately trying to reach his cock with her lips.

He eased his grip a little and allowed her to inch closer. She immediately wrapped her lips around his tip, rolling her tongue over it and moaned in gratitude. This woman was loving it. She pulled her mouth back and extended her tongue. And with her hands she began slapping his cock against her tongue. She smiled and moaned as she did this. He groaned in pleasure, this woman was driving him wild. His reaction made the woman giggle and her smile grew wider as she continued. She pulled her tongue in and began slapping it against her plump lips as she kissed his head. He was ready now, no more delay. It was time to make this woman his bitch.

He grabbed Miranda by her wrist and pulled her to her feet. She yelped as she was roughly pulled to her feet. She was left standing, she could feel her legs quivering, not from exhaustion, but from excitement. Her body was burning, having this monster in her mouth was driving her mad with lust.

He didn't remain idle for long. He let go of her wrists and with one hand he grabbed her bra between her breasts in ripped it from her body. Miranda squealed as the fabric was torn of her. It felt wonderful. Her breasts pressed into a prison too small finally popped free. He was mesmerized by the large globes in front of him, she could see it in his eyes.

Her tits now uncovered and exposed stood proud before him. They were large glistening with the woman's sweat. Her nipples erect, pointing outwards revealing her excitement. He grabbed on of them in his hand squeezing the soft tissue in his palm. The woman moaned in response as he groped her roughly. With the other hand he grabbed her ass and pressed her body against his while again invaded her mouth with his tongue. He pulled on her breast hard, crushing it in his palm. The rough treatment only made the woman moan hard into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his torso and pressed herself against him as she returned the kiss. His fingers moved a little and with his index finger and thumb he pinched her nipple, hard.

She squealed into his mouth. He played with her breast and mouth for a brief moment before he pulled back from her. A stand of saliva connected their mouths as he pulled back. He gave the woman no time to rest, no time to recover, as he grabbed her wrist and threw her onto the bed landing on her stomach.

The woman landed prone on the bed. He grabbed her hips and raised them, forcing her onto all fours. She did not resist his action, she aided them. Lifting herself quickly onto her hands and knees. Leaning back towards him a little and arching her back. Her head turned to look over her shoulder, eyes filled with lust. She was ready for him now, eager to get fucked.

He stopped to admire the woman presented before him. Her ass was something out of this world. He placed a hand on it, squeezing it in his palm. Her thong rode high on her hips, the fabric vanishing in between the globes of her ass. What a sight it was, and he didn't want it to end. Rather than just pull it of her, he moved his hand and gently shifted it to the side, exposing her dripping cunt. The woman took a quick breath in response, and bit her lower lip as she looked back at him.

Good it felt good to finally win the woman over. To not have to deal with this bitch wiggling away. Now she was ready, eager for his cock. And he was about to give it to her.

Miranda was breathing heavily now. His hand on her ass groping her sent shivers down her spine. This was it for her. She was going to get fucked by an alien, and a battarian at that. She felt shame overwhelm her, not because of what was about to happen, but because of how much she wanted it to happen.

He grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her back towards him and she felt his cock slide between her cheeks, resting there. She grabbed tightly around the sheets with her hands and pushed herself back against him and whimpered. He started grinding his cock into the valley of her ass. She looked back at him pleadingly. He was grinning while he pulled her hard against him with the hands on her waist. God she wanted this, why couldn't he just fuck her already?

Growing inpatient she tried to shift forward, to allow his cock to slip from her cheeks and enter her. This only earned a hard strike on her ass and she squealed. He was just looking at her smugly, waiting. She knew what he wanted, and Miranda was beyond caring about her dignity now, all she wanted was that fat battarian cock buried in her to the hilt.

“Please fuck me” she whimpered. “Fuck your bitch!” she screamed at him.

His grin widened and he pulled back from her ass. His cock was freed and stood erect in front of her entrance. The anticipation was killing her. She could not remember wanting anything more in her life. Her womanhood was leaking with desire, inflamed and eager. Ready to greedily swallow his alien appendage. And then he pushed forward.

The thick cock made contact with her lips and electric jolts shot from her nerves. He didn't go gently, he didn't give her time to adjust, he shoved his huge member deep into her all the way in.

“Aaaaaaaaaahhh” Miranda screamed and threw her head back. Her entire body flexed and her pussy convulsed around his cock. It felt as if a lifetime of work was rewarded. His huge member stretched her to her limits. Never before had anything that large been inside her. He hadn't given her poor pussy any time to adjust to its size. She was tight by nature, but the force of his entry had overcome her resistance. Her pussy shook and convulsed, vibrating in response to the forceful invasion. God it felt good.

He held her waist tight in his hands, so tight it hurt, but she liked the pain. He pulled back his hips and pushed her body forward pulling so far back only his head remained inside her, before he again roughly pulled her body back to him while he slammed his hips into her. His hips slammed against her ass and the sound of the impact echoed through the steel walls, only muffled by the much louder sound of Miranda screaming in response.

He slammed into her so hard she felt his head stab her in her cervix. She felt her insides being shifted around by the mass of the organ invading her. She was stretched to her limits in all directions, her poor pussy convulsing and shaking uncontrollably around his cock, so overstimulated. She was leaking like a waterfall. He pulled back again and slammed into her once more even harder than before. She was given no time to adjust to this new overpowering sensation. Her body was reacting so powerfully to his penetration she felt as if the room was spinning.

“Aaaaaah. . . aaaaaah . . . aaaaaaaaaah . . . aaaaah” she screamed each time his hips slammed into her. The noises she was making was so loud, so unladylike. It was the pathetic whimpering of a woman getting her brain fucked out of her. His rhythm was fast, and his strokes powerful. He gripped her waist tight as he slammed into her. It was hard and painful, and she wondered if she would have been able to endure it without the drugs in her system. In spite of the roughness of the fucking she was on the receiving end off she felt no discomfort. The pain was just more pleasure being added to her overstimulated brain.

He was fucking her so hard she struggled to remain on her hands and she fell forward onto the mattress. Her face buried in the dirty sheets. She gripped the sheets so tight her knuckles hurt. With her ass raised and mouth drooling she was receiving the fucking of her life.

It didn't take long for the all to familiar heat to begin building inside her. Her eyes opened in shock. He had barely been stabbing her with his cock for 30 seconds before she felt her climax approach. She was so ready, so eager for it, this time she would not be denied.

Karvan groaned in pleasure. Sweat pouring from his body as he slammed into the woman. God this pussy was unlike anything he had experienced. It wasn't just tight, squeezing him on all sides as he pushed in and out of her. But the woman had excellent control over it. As he entered her it opened, letting him fill her up completely, and upon his exited it would tighten around him, squeezing his cock as he pulled back. It massaged him eagerly as he fucked her. He had said that there was no pussy worth dying over, after tonight he might have to reconsider that.

Her breathing was getting more uneven and strained. Her screaming louder and more frequent. He felt her move her hips on her own pushing them back against him, letting him reach as deep as he could. She lifted her head of the mattress and turned to face him. She was drooling from the corner of her mouth, eyes watery, but eyes of steeled determination. She was close, he saw it on her, how eagerly she pushed back at him. Time to put the bitch in her place.

Miranda was so close now, so close. She clenched around him and pushed against him with all the strength she could summon, nothing was going to stop her from finishing now. She could just ride out her orgasm in this position she thought, but Karvan wasn't going to let her be comfortable. He leaned forward and grabbed her pony tail and pulled on it so hard he lifted her torso of the bed. She shrieked as she was lifted up. Stinging pain shot across her scalp as she was yanked upwards. The pain sent electrics jolts down her spine and into her cunt.

He pulled her so hard she was pressed hard against his chest. Her back was arched to its limits while he savagely ravaged her. His other hand reaching around to crush her breast in his palm. Her own hands grabbing his arms, desperately trying to hold on to something as her body began to approach its peak.

“Yeeeeeees! Ahaaaaaa . . aaaaaah. . Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee” she screamed as he slammed into her as fast as he could. It was to much for her, every nerve, every neuron and every cell in her body was burning. This was more intense than anything she had ever felt in her life.

“That's it bitch, come for me, come little whore!” he screamed into her ear as ravaged her. Her brain reacted imminently to being called that and it finally pushed her over the edge. Her poor battered pussy clenched tight around him. Her hands and every muscle in her body flexed. Her eyes wide open but she saw nothing. Her entire world turned white as the power of her orgasm overtook her.

“Aaaaaaaaaaahhh” she screamed as her entire body began to shake violently. Never had she had a climax like this one. It was as if every part of her body was having an orgasm. The pleasure was to much and for a couple of seconds she lost consciousness. Her brain so consumed with pleasure she forgot who she was, or where. So powerful was the feeling she was afraid for a moment it might kill her.

All the while this earth shattering orgasm was rippling through her body Karvan was fucking her just as violently as before, never giving Miranda a moment of respite. It was too much for her, her abused pussy was screaming for relief, the amount stimulation she was receiving was threatening to drive her mad.

She lost control of her body. After all her muscles had tightened harder than she thought possible as she rode through the first half of her orgasm they gave in. She couldn't control them anymore, all her neurons were firing randomly and she began to spasm. She went limp in his grip and shook violently.

He fucked her still. Slamming his cock into her now gushing pussy. Fluids flowed out of her like a waterfall. He felt her convulse in his grip and he let go of her. She collapsed instantly and fell forward onto the mattress. His hard cock slipped out from her pussy with a wet sloshing sound. He watched as the woman fell forward limp, landing face first onto the sheets.

The woman laid there and shook violently. Her legs flailing about as she moaned and drooled her face rubbing into the wet patch she was making. The woman was overstimulated, still riding out the final part of her orgasm. She was in need of a rest. But Karvan didn't give a shit what she wanted, she was her to satisfy his needs, not the other way around, if she climaxed, good for her, but it mattered little to him. He was going to take his pleasure from her, and he wasn't going to let her overstimulated body stand in his way.

He delivered a rough slap to her as as the woman convulsed on the bed. She whimpered in response. There was no energy left in her to scream, but even though she didn't vocally express her discomfort, her body did. Her body tightened in agony from his strike. Her body convulsing more violently after his strike. The woman's poor overstimulated drug addled mind unable to handle the rough stimuli. She would just have to endure it, because he was far from done with her.

He grabbed the band of the thong between her ass and pulled it off in one motion, tossing it across the room. The little tracker hidden inside it flew with it, but it went unnoticed by the battarian. Miranda groaned as it was pulled off of her. He then grabbed her hips flipped her around onto her back. The woman landed hard on the bed and looked up at him with concern. Her breathing was strained and deep. He watched as her breasts rose and fell as her lungs heaved for air. Her face flustered, her mouth drooling. Now dressed in nothing but her heels and the tight choker around her neck. What a sight it was.

He grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide as he placed himself between them. His cock landed on top of her pussy, rubbing against her labia. Miranda whimpered as his cock made contact with her overstimulated lips. Still sensitive in the aftermath of her orgasm. He didn't care and he pulled back to align his rod with her entrance, ready to fuck her again.

“No. . . . wait. . .. its to much” she said. Her body still vibrating with the aftershock of her world altering climax. “Please. . . . I need rest” she begged as she placed a hand on his stomach pushing him back, trying to prevent him from entering her again.

His expression changed instantly. It hardened and grew into a frown. He didn't like her rejection and before she knew she felt an intense stinging sensation across her cheek. Her entire head twisted violently to right. He had slapped her so hard across the face she saw white for a moment.

“You don't get to tell me what to do bitch!” he screamed at her as he let go of one of her ankles to grab her throat. “You are just a whore, and whores don't got to have a say” he said as he rammed forward entering her again. She would have screamed if she could, but his tight grip around her neck prevented any sound from coming out.

She should have been angry. Being struck like that should have sent Miranda into a fit of rage, but it had the opposite effect. It made her docile and obedient. She had been put in her place, disciplined. It set her pussy on fire.

He slammed into her with the same force as he had done when he was fucking her from behind. It was painful. She was so sensitive after her orgasm and now it was so violently brutalized. She wanted to whimper, to scream for mercy, but no sound came out of her. The only sound in the room now was the old alien's grunts and the sound of flesh slamming against flesh.

She was close to passing out now, his grip so tight it reduced her blood flow to her brain. He was slamming into her hard. Just as she was about to slip away he loosened his grip and air flowed into her lungs. She heaved for breath.

“Has the bitch learned her place at last?” He asked as he fucked her. Miranda nodded, or tried to. Her body was pushed back and forth on the bed as he slammed into her, but he noticed her gesture. He grinned and moved his hand to her breast and leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers.

His tongue invaded her mouth and she submitted to his kiss. This was what she wanted. To be conquered. To be forced to obey, to submit. As he fucked her she felt the unbearable sensitivity subside, and the fucking he was giving her began to feel good again.

With one hand on her ankle he bent her leg backwards over his shoulder as he groped her breast with the other. She eagerly returned the kiss and put her hands around his back moaning into his mouth as he laid on top of her.

He fucked her like this for a little while before he leaned back and grabbed her ankles. Using her legs as leverage he slammed into her as hard as he could. Miranda began screaming and her tits bounced as her body moved back and forth form the power of the impact.

He moved his hands down her legs underneath her knees and pushed them back, folding Miranda over and bringing her knees to her chest. Her legs now resting on his shoulder as he continued to pound her aching pussy.

Miranda did something that surprised both of them, but perhaps mostly herself. She grabbed his hand and pulled it from her leg and brought it to her throat. The look she gave him was almost enough to push the battarian over the edge. It was a look of pure lust, and he understood what she wanted. He was feeling generous, so he indulge the perverted woman. As her legs now rested against his shoulders he moved his other hand as well up to her throat and gripped around it tightly as he fucked her as hard as he could.

“Yeeees, more. . . . give me more” she tried to scream at him. But it came out as nothing more than a whisper. His grip tightened around her throat and she felt herself grow dizzy. It wasn't just the pleasure of fucking, the friction against the sensitive nerves in her hole. So much of her arousal and enjoyment today came from somewhere deeper. Not from a physical place. Her mind swimming with conflicting emotions, lust, shame, disgust, regret, desire and hate. They ware mixing together into some potent emotional cocktail. She didn't really know which feeling was the strongest, or maybe she felt them all equally. The only thing she really knew for certain was that all of these feelings drove her mad with desire.

The more ashamed she became, the more aroused she got. The more disgusted she felt, the hotter she burned. The shame of submitting to this alien, of being so thoroughly dominated filled her with disgust. She thought she hated battarians before, but the hate she felt know burned a hundred times hotter. In spite of this intense hate and shame, or probably because of it, she wanted nothing more than for this old disgusting battarian to fuck her violently into submission. To make her beg and squirm underneath him.

As he choked her she felt her mind slipping. She was unable to make any more noise now, and could do nothing but helplessly take the brutal fucking she was getting. The closer and closer she drifted towards unconsciousness the better and better her pussy felt. It was as if loosing connection to the world around her made her pleasure feel more intense.

He ravaged her now, slamming his hips into her so hard the back of her thighs turned red from the impact. He eased up a little on his choking allowing for some precious oxygen to travel into her lungs.

“Aaaaaaah” she moaned the moment air was able to pass through her throat. Unable to stop herself making sounds. The only thing that had kept her quite was the blocking of airflow. The moment air was allowed to pass she moaned like a whore. His grip was tightened again and she went quite once more.

What an experience this was. Never had she been fucked like this. She didn't know it was possible to be fucked like this. She was usually active, but now she just laid there and took it. And by God did she love it. An expression of pure ecstasy formed on her face. Her mouth open, drooling out of the corner of her mouth as she grinned from ear to ear. She looked deep into his eyes as he fucked her.

Again she felt consciousness fade away, and as it did, her cunt squeezed his member tight and pleasure shot through her body. And again just as she was about to pass out he loosened his grip and she was able to breath again, snapping her back into consciousness.

“Aaaaaah. . . aaaaah . . . aaahaha” she moaned as he fucked her. She was getting close again. The heat building inside her, threatening to boil her inside. Her ovaries burning, her pussy convulsing and leaking around the massive cock splitting her open. “More!. . .Give me more!. . . Fuck me harder!” she screamed as she clawed at his back. She had just been fucked for another few minutes, but she was already chasing her second orgasm.

To her disappointment his hands left her throat. She was going to beg him to put them back. To choke her, to dominate his bitch, but before she could voice her desire he grabbed her under her arms and picked her up. He stood up on the floor and placed her on her knees on the bed. He grabbed her throat tight and smacked her across the face.

Miranda whimpered and moaned. He let go of her throat and pushed his hands between her legs and hooked her knees around his elbows and picked her up. He lifted her into the air easily, she weighed nothing to him. She felt so small and powerless in his arms. As he picked her up she wrapped her hands around his neck. Her legs now hung over his arms as his hands gripped her ass tight and lowered her onto his cock.

Rather than slamming into her, he instead slammed her into him. Lifting her up and dropping her down onto his cock.

“Aaaaaaah” she screamed as he went balls deep inside her. He gave her no time to rest and picked her up again only to slam her back down. Miranda could do nothing but hold onto his neck and scream as she was repeatedly speared on his cock. He added his own hips to the mix and soon he was fucking her so hard she saw stars.

The pleasure was so intense she was losing control of her limbs. Her legs flailed about wildly and even though she was trying to hold onto his neck she kept loosing her grip as she was thrown up and down on his length. If he had dropped her she would have fallen to the ground, there was no way she would be able to hold on with the way that she was feeling now, she probably wouldn't even be able to stand in her current state. Jolts of pleasure shot from her pussy up her spine and into her brain. She screamed and moaned and drooled as her body was used. Her tits bouncing up and down so hard it was painful, but the pain just added to her pleasure.

She was unable to resist any longer and she screamed and gripped his neck as tight as she could. Her pussy clenching around his cock. Her lips leaked profusely around the cock ramming into her. Her legs shaking violently as her second climax rocked her body. Her legs flailed about so hard her heels flew off her feet. She threw her head back and screamed as she squeezed her eyes shut. He pulled her off his cock and held her in the air as she convulsed in pleasure. Her pussy desperately trying to grip something, but there was nothing but air. Her legs shaking and body twitching as she rode out the final moments of her orgasm in this embarrassing position.

She was writhing, convulsing and shaking as he held her, her pussy leaking and dripping onto the floor. Her entire body shaking as the final moments of her orgasm passed over her. She screamed and moaned in his arms as if she was being fucked, but she was empty, her pussy gripping nothing but air as it convulsed and shivered.

He held her there away from his body as she began to calm down. Eventually her shaking stopped, and she slowly began to catch her breath. Sweat was flowing down her body and a small trail of clear liquid dripped from her pussy. As her convulsions stopped and she caught her breath she opened her eyes and felt control of her body return to her.

The battarian holding here was grinning widely as she opened her eyes. She was still gripping his neck. When their eyes met he started to laugh. Miranda looked away in embarrassment. This creature had dominated her and pulled pleasure from the deepest part of her, and she was helpless to resist it. She had never been seduced before, never surrendered to another person like this. But it was becoming clear to her now where the power in this “relationship” was. She wanted him far more than he wanted her. She was the one that was desperate, she was the one giving in, she was the one who would agree to anything.

He brought her close to him and pressed her body against his torso. He exposed his jagged teeth as he pressed his lips onto hers. She felt his hands grope her ass as his tongue subjugated her own, pressing it down and filling her mouth with it.

She moaned into the kiss and with his hands on her ass she felt the heat build within her. Was there no end to it she thought as his tongue wrestled with her own. Was she going to be horny forever? She had just had the two most explosive orgasms of her life, yet her body still burned, still unsatisfied and begging for more.

He pulled back from the kiss and put Miranda on the ground. She stood on her feet with shaky legs. As much as she still wanted to be fucked, there was no denying the toll it was taking on her body. Her legs quivered underneath her, she felt weak. He grabbed her throat with his hand helping her stand upright. She grabbed his forearm with both her hands leaning on it, helping her balance. The tight grip around her neck sent shivers down her spine and blood rushed to her cunt.

He looked down on her as he held her tight in his hand. The other pinching her nipple, making her groan. He was towering over her now. Without her heels is was almost two heads taller than her. She had to bend her head back to look up at him.

“Does the bitch want more?” he asked in a condescending voice. Miranda nodded immediately in response. She tried to speak but with his grip around her throat it was impossible. He pulled her upwards so that she balanced on her toes and pressed his tongue into her mouth. She eagerly welcomed it and whimpered into his mouth. With his other hand he went between her legs and started fingering her swollen pussy.

Miranda could do nothing but moan and writhe as he claimed her body. She was helpless to stop the large tongue from exploring her mouth and she spread her legs as she balanced on her toes, hoping he would press it deeper into her. He didn't.

He removed his hand from her aching womanhood and released his grip on her throat. She whimpered and desperately tried to grab the hand leaving her cunt. He laughed as he pulled it away. Miranda was left standing on her own now, her balance was poor and her legs unstable. When he placed his hand on her head it took so little force to push her down on her knees in front of him.

She looked forward and was faced with the huge alien cock standing erect in front of her. It was slick now, covered in her juices. She knew what he wanted, she knew what she wanted. The powerful musky scent of his filthy member once again assaulted her senses. She welcomed it and she eagerly pressed forward and pushed its head past her lips.

She grabbed his hips with her hands as she stood on her knees. She moved her mouth back and forth over his cock. She could taste herself, and she had to admit it wasn't a bad taste, unlike the battarians own cock, which tasted awful, just as awful as it smelled. Miranda, being the twisted perverted woman she apparently was, loved every minute of it.

She allowed the massive rod to fill her mouth as she took him into her eagerly. Slathering it with her spit. As her lips pressed forward she rolled her tongue underneath. Playing with whatever lumps and ridges she could find. She moaned and whimpered around the large appendage in her mouth.

She felt his hand on her head as she diligently sucked his cock. But he didn't put much force on it, letting her instead work at her own pace, clearly satisfied with her efforts. Miranda for some reason wanting to prove her self took more and more of him in her mouth. With her eyes closed she swallowed his cock into her throat. She heard him moan loudly in response, it made Miranda smile to herself, or she would have if she could, truth was that the cock in her mouth was so thick it pushed her mouth to its limits.

She went deeper and deeper. Sliding back and forth, moaning each time she shoved the large member down. It didn't take long before she was again kissing his pelvis. It was her turn now, she was going to pull the pleasure from him. She was going to suck the seed right out of his balls. She wanted to taste it, she needed it. She needed it to fill her mouth and cover her face. The final humiliation.

With steeled determination she swallowed around his cock. Her muscles in her throat clenching around his cock. He groaned and she moved her head almost all the way out before shoving it back down. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. His face was contorted and strained. She knew she had him now.

She moaned as she extracted the cock from her mouth. She quickly grabbed it with both of her hands and began jerking him of. She swallowed the excess spit in her mouth before she began to lick and kiss his head as her hands worked diligently across his length.

“Please give it to me” she whimpered as she jerked. “I need it, I want to taste it” she begged increasing her speed. Her words clearly having the effect she desired as he began grunting and pushing hips forward trying to fuck her hands.

She reacted instantly and enveloped his head with her lips as she sucked as hard as she could. Her hands running across his length feverishly as she bobbed her head up and down on the tip of his cock. Licking his head as her lips moved back and forth over his cock.

Karvan roared loudly and grabbed her head with both of his hands. Miranda squeezed her lips tight around his head and sucked as hard as she could while her hands continued to jerk him off. His seed flooded into her mouth. His load was huge, the first spurt alone threatened to fill her mouth to the brim. She moaned and sucked and jerked him as hard as she could as the second load joined the first in filling her mouth.

The second was so powerful it launched right into the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow all the seed that he had deposited in her mouth. Its taste foul, or it would have been to a normal woman, to Miranda it was a perverse nectar making the fire within her burn even hotter.

He pushed her head back and his cock popped free of her mouth. She resisted, trying to push forward so her lips could return to his cock. He held her head back as he roared loudly. Understanding what he wanted she kept jerking him off fast as she extended her tongue and bent her head back little as she prepared for her alien facial.

The next load rushed out of his cock with the same power as the one before and covered her tongue and lips in his disgusting seed. Miranda only grinned and giggled as the next load landed on her face. Load after load erupted from him as she dutifully moved her hands over his mast. By the time he was finally done she was covered in his seed. Her face glistened with his spunk. One of her eyes were shut, partially covered by his alien semen. Even her forehead and hair was not left untouched.

His breathing returned to normal and Miranda eventually stopped her handjob, letting her hands drift to his thighs as she sank down and sat on her feet. She looked up at him with one eye and smiled through her cum covered face as she stroked his thighs with her fingers. Her core burned and her pussy dripping wet. She yearned for more, and he would give it to her.

He grabbed her writs and pulled her to her feet. He dragged her across the room to the window where he pressed her against it. The glass was cold against her skin and she felt his hand wrap around her neck as he pinned her to the glass. Miranda spread her legs and arched her back, desperate to be fucked again.

She screamed loudly as he rammed his cock back into her. Her palms pressed so hard against the window they became white. Her breasts crushed against the unyielding glass and his pelvis slamming so hard into her ass it knocked the wind out of her. And she loved every minute of it.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she screamed at the battarian as he grabbed her wrists with his other hand and pinned them over her head against the glass. Anyone outside could see her now. She didn't want to be seen in a state like this. But she was also so overcome with pleasure and lust she didn't really care about it now. All that mattered to her now was chasing the next mind numbing orgasm. And as the battarian fucked her hard from behind she felt it approach fast. She clenched her pussy around his cock and pushed her ass against him while they fucked. She wanted to drain him. She wanted this disgusting alien to climax within her. To taint her womb with his disgusting seed. The thought of it sent a shock of arousal through her body as she screamed his name and begged for his seed.

Tomorrow she had to face the reality of her actions. She had to wake up and see how she had abandoned her mission. How she had allowed herself to be so thoroughly abused by this disgusting alien. How she had lost control of herself. She would have to look at herself in the mirror sober, and live with what she had done.

But that was tomorrow, and in her mind right now it didn't exist. All that existed now was the cold glass pressed against her tits. Her cum covered face sliding across the window, smearing it with his cum and her drool. And the massive cock slamming into her aching and battered pussy as she screamed and begged for more.

End of part 1 (Maybe)

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The Operative and the Alien