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Citadel: The Party	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 60772 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The torture continued for a week, as Cerberus aimed to extract as much useful information out of each crew member as possible. Liara's status as the Shadow Broker and unofficial curator of the Crucible project made her the highest priority, and so the Illusive Man had put the clone in charge of breaking her. He readily accepted, and after four days of interrogation, during which Liara suffered everything from her asshole being raped so much a krogan could fit his fist through it, to a diet of the clone's semen for breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday; she finally cracked. She told them everything, from the top-secret location of the Crucible, to how they could infiltrate the tight net of security around it.

A small army of the best operatives Cerberus had was quickly put together, headed by the clone Shepard and Kai Leng. When the Crucible's defenders least expected it, Cerberus launched their attack. Deadly computer viruses shut down much of the automated defenses, spreading quickly to the fleets guarding the massive structure. The local security teams were ambushed and struck down where they stood by the invisible Phantoms that had snuck in through the ventilation systems. While the guards reeled from the coordinated assault, the Illusive Man sent his own fleet of ships through the nearby mass relay, flying the Crucible out of position and taking it away to whereabouts unknown.

When word got out that the Crucible had been stolen, the Council flew into a panic; each member issuing hurried directives to their home governments to disengage from non-domestic space and return to their own systems. With galactic unity shattered, the Reapers pressed forward, taking advantage of each civilization's lack of allied protection to decimate whole colony worlds and encroach deeper and deeper into Council space. The Alliance tried to contact the Normandy, but it was nowhere to be found. Hackett was used to radio silence from Shepard for weeks at a time, but circumstances were especially dire and the Normandy had to be informed. Just as the Alliance began to grow suspicious about the Normandy's disappearance, however, the Crucible reappeared.

The massive structure had been cloaked for weeks while Cerberus technicians went to work on it, and having corrected every conceivable flaw, they were ready to unleash it against the Reapers. Harbinger detected its presence in the Exodus Cluster and directed every Reaper in the galaxy to converge on its position, recognizing it as a threat. When they were close enough, Cerberus flipped the switch, so to speak, and the galaxy was practically lit up by the colossal pulse of electromagnetic energy that surged through the bodies of the Reapers, frying their systems where they stood, annihilating the millennia-old, world-conquering army of synthetics in a matter of seconds. Now all that remained of the species that had once shook the stars was the sea of mechanical corpses that littered the skies.

The galaxy watched on their screens as the Reapers fell, but they had very little time to celebrate. Within the next two days, Cerberus had brought the Crucible to the Widow system, positioning it outside the Citadel, threatening to use their new god-killing weapon if their demands were not met. Having watched the deaths of the Reapers, no one in the galaxy questioned the graveness of the threat, and they certainly weren't going to gamble on whether or not a known terrorist organization was bluffing.

The Illusive Man invited the Council and the appointed leaders of each civilization aboard his largest ship to discuss the galaxy's political future, and it was there that they learned how destroying the Reapers was only the first phase of his grand scheme. From the corpse of the humanoid Reaper the Collectors had once created, Cerberus had reverse-engineered indoctrination technology, fashioning microchips that could bend a person's will to the creator's own. Each galactic leader was quickly captured and indoctrinated, and set loose into the galaxy for phase two.

Within another few weeks, the galaxy was in shambles as the Illusive Man's new pawns dismantled their own governments, threw economic systems established millennia ago into chaos, and sparked a series of bloody civil wars and attempted coups on every inhabited world across Citadel-governed space. The Council resigned immediately, citing a "failure to govern" as the reason for their stepping down. Nobody knew they were acting on orders from Cerberus; orders they were incapable of disobeying. Phase three began immediately. With every civilization reeling on the edge of dissolution, Cerberus moved to replace the fallen leaders with figureheads that answered to them. The men of the Normandy were released, one by one, each with an indoctrination microchip implanted in their necks.

Following the assassination of Primarch Victus, and the subsequent deaths of several other prominent military leaders in the bloody civil war that raged across Palaven, the Hierarchy was left unclear as to who was the highest ranking leader still alive. In the uncertainty, Primarch Vakarian rose to the forefront and took command. Garrus rallied the remnants of the turian armies and quashed the pretenders to his throne, until his rule was absolute. He was the first of the new galactic leaders to pledge fealty to the new Council, an all-human group put together by the Illusive Man.

Wrex and Grunt returned to Tuchanka and beat the warring clans into submission, uniting them under the rule of Cerberus. The Alliance, having suffered heavy casualties, sought to bolster their ranks by reconstructing their leadership, and fortunately for them, James Vega was standing by to move into his new role as Admiral operating out of the rebuilt Arcturus Station. Jacob leaked the whereabouts of the scientists who had deserted Cerberus, and watched impassively as his pregnant girlfriend was dragged away, kicking and screaming, never to be seen again.

Zaeed organized the Blue Suns, Blood Pack and Eclipse into a highly-efficient strike force serving at the Illusive Man's discretion. Whenever there were rumors of potential uprisings on any planet --- be it Earth, Tuchanka, Palaven, Sur'Kesh or Thessia --- Zaeed and his team would move forward to crush it before it even began. They would also target up and coming leaders for kidnap, indoctrination and release.

Cerberus now owned every government and corporation in the galaxy. Where once humanity had cringed and cowered before aliens, they now reigned over every other species. The men of the Normandy had all served their purpose, and would spend the rest of their lives under the Illusive Man's thumb. The woman were not quite as fortunate.....

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The Illusive Man woke up every morning to Miranda stroking his erection to full length. Enslaved and indoctrinated, Miranda Lawson's only purpose in life was to serve as the Illusive Man's personal whore. He started his mornings with a quick fellatio session in the shower; Miranda was under strict orders to always swallow or face the consequences. After a hearty breakfast, he would bend her over the table and fuck her from behind, like an alleyway bitch. Having tracked all her correspondence, he knew she was sterile, and so he made a point of always coming inside her, making sure she licked up any semen that leaked out. He would not tolerate stains on his furniture.

When he sensed his day was going to be stressful, he would take her along with him to work, making her choke on his cock every time he felt like venting some anger. Most days were not stressful for him anymore, however, and so Miranda would wander the hallways of Cerberus on her hands and knees, completely naked. Every day the employees of Cerberus would form a queue around her and masturbate to the sight of her perfect, nude form, blowing their loads all over Miranda's body, leaving her a dripping mess by the end of work hours. They never touched her, however. The boss had given them permission to humiliate her like this, but they knew her holes were for his own personal use, and none of them felt like crossing him....no matter how tempted they were.

At the close of a standard day, Miranda would rush back home to shower and clean herself before the Illusive Man got back. Once he entered the building, he would throw her on the floor and savagely rape her tight ass until her bowels were sticky with his seed. If he was pleased with her, she was allowed to eat something for dinner. Every night ended with her sucking his cock while he reclined in his swivel chair, sipping Thessian wine while his slave desperately tried to please her master. This was her punishment for betraying him, she knew, and she would have to atone for it everyday.

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Even with all the influence and power Cerberus now wielded, there were still many industrial, political and economic leaders who took issue with the Illusive Man's ways. Rather than simply indoctrinating them, the Illusive Man preferred to bring them around to his line of thinking through careful diplomacy.

The turian head of a company that manufactured experimental weaponry was upset with the aggressive takeover attempts by Cerberus' own weapons wing, and the Illusive Man had invited him to Cronos Station to discuss the terms of an amicable merger. When the turian got there, he found that the Illusive Man was still on his way back to the station, and grew angry with the perceived disrespect. The Illusive Man's blond secretary opened a newly installed door in the main lounge and invited the guest to partake of some "refreshments" while he waited.

Inside the dimly lit room, he found Samantha Traynor bound, gagged, blindfolded and naked for his use. He whiled away the time with his new piece of fuckmeat, letting the anger dissipate as he banged her for 35 minutes before firing a load of alien cum into her womb. By the time he left the room, he was in a much more agreeable mood, and accordingly the meeting with the Illusive Man went very well.

Inside the room, a Cerberus peon used a suction device to extract the turian's cum out of Traynor, cleaning her up with a wet sponge to ensure she was ready for another round if necessary. Traynor was just grateful today's guest was a turian. Last week, she'd had to service an angry hanar who'd rammed all eight tentacles up her ass. She'd heard there was an asari diplomat scheduled to make a visit next week. That didn't sound too bad.

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The overworked, underpaid engineers who worked in Cerberus' AI division had found a great way to extract some unexpected "benefits" from their jobs. Having built a highly realistic vagina and anus into EDI's mainframe, they enjoyed the daily rounds she made around the facility; randomly selecting low-level engineers to suck their cocks and swallow the loads they sprayed out, or presenting herself to the project managers, who would readily pump her artificial womb and bowels full of their seed on a daily basis.

Over the course of months, she collected liters and liters of semen, proudly storing it along the walls of a makeshift lab she'd constructed on her own, running meaningless experiments on them all night. The engineers had programmed her to believe all the semen she was collecting was vital for a clandestine new gene therapy project Cerberus was working on.

None of them felt like telling her otherwise. The delusion delighted her; and they felt it would be cruel to change that.

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The facility at Pragia was reopened, and Cerberus resumed their experiments into human biotic potential. When Jack wasn't being being prodded and poked and injected and otherwise experimented on, the researchers at the facility would strap her down and fuck her one by one, while she cursed and screamed.

To her credit, she lasted a long time without breaking, but her defiance shattered the day they sprayed her vagina with varren pheromones and brought her pet varren, Eezo, into the room. They laughed and took photographs as Eezo mounted his owner and happily pounded away, lapping the tears off her face as he blasted his thick seed inside her. Jack never cursed at her handlers after that. She didn't say much of anything after that.

Once their experiments had yielded promising results, they were prepared to take the entire thing to the next level. Within the next week, Jack would be strapped down and impregnated by a human man selected for his own exceptional biotic prowess, and the fertilized eggs would be extracted and cloned to create a biotic army for Cerberus.

They could have simply extracted her eggs and fertilized them in a petri-dish, but where's the fun in that?

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Over 200 of the galaxy's wealthiest crooks gathered on Bekenstein for what was dubbed to be the kind of auction that only came along once-in-a-lifetime. When they were all properly seated, Alastair Hock, son of the recently deceased businessman Donovan Hock, unveiled the prize that they would all be bidding on.

"The bitch who murdered my father!" he yelled, revealing the bound-and-gagged Kasumi to the audience. Once the gasps and whispers had died down, he continued describing what their money would get them. "Rumor has it she's the galaxy's greatest thief, and that's why you were all invited here. Miss Goto here was generously donated to my care by someone who wishes to remain anonymous. This gentleman also provided me with a comprehensive list of her heists, including what she stole and who she stole it from."

"All of you have lost treasures worth a queen's ransom," the junior Hock declared, "and this woman was the one that stole 'em!"

A chorus of roars erupted as Hock's security did their best to appease the crowd. Once they were all settled, Alastair began stripping off Kasumi's clothes in full view of all the guests. "Not much in the chest department," he remarked, squeezing Kasumi's small breasts, "but a cunt that's still nice and tight, and an arse that's only slightly used!" He wheeled around to face the crowd. "Where do I start the bidding?"

"5 million credits!" yelled an asari art dealer, who'd once owned the Mona Lisa before Kasumi saw fit to expropriate it.

"10!" came the rebuttal from a krogan whose clan's millennia-old banner of arms had gone missing the same week Kasumi had paid a visit to Tuchanka.

"20!"

"30!"

The bidding war continued for some time until the ponderous voice of an elcor rang out from the crowd. "Contemptuously: 75 million credits."

The rest of the guests froze when they heard his bid. None of them were willing to go that high, and the elcor knew it. "Going once, going twice," Alastair declared, looking around to see if anyone was planning to counterbid. "Sold to Forta, Dekuuna's greatest artiste of our times!"

Kasumi was whisked away from the auction and loaded onto Forta's ship. As it took off from Bekenstein, Forta ordered four of his human apprentices to hold Kasumi down, spreading her arms and legs apart.

"Angrily: that sculpture you stole was my very first," Forta said, "With a vengeful glee: you will feel a fraction of the pain you caused me."

Kasumi screamed so loudly it was a miracle every window in the ship didn't shatter, as Forta's colossal elcor cock burrowed into her womanhood, splitting her wide open. She could see her lower stomach bulge from the gigantic log that was lodged inside her, and she knew she would be incapable of having sex with anything less than a krogan ever again.

"Cruelly: this pleases me," Forta intoned, "Without remorse: welcome to your new life."

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The Illusive Man saw no use for the quarians, dismissing them as a race of vagrants and thieves. He spread a virus of Reaper origin through the geth's neural network, converting the entire synthetic species to his side, and reigniting the war between the quarians and the geth that Shepard had ended.

Drained from the war, the quarians were routed on all fronts by the geth, and though each and every member of their race put their life on the line to defend the Migrant Fleet, it was only a matter of time before they were annihilated.

To weaken their resolve, the geth began broadcasting images directly to the flotilla's screens. Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Normandy had been a gift from Cerberus, and the geth flooded the Migrant Fleet's computers with images of Tali's holes getting pumped by pistons and thick pipes, filling her up with dirty lubricant in a crude imitation of organic sexual activity. Every night, they would stuff Tali full of antibiotics and immuno-boosters to keep her alive, and every morning they would resume broadcasting the orgy of machines fucking the quarian admiral.

Despair settled into the hearts and minds of the quarians; each one of them feeling as violated as Tali as news of their accumulating casualties kept coming. This was the end, and they knew it. There was nothing left but to go quietly into the night.

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With the power of the Crucible, Cerberus had conquered Omega, but the Illusive Man recognized Aria T'Loak's influence and sway over the station's activity. He proposed to let Aria continue running Omega, as long as Cerberus was free to maintain a presence there as a launchpad into the Terminus Systems. To make amends for a previous coup that Aria had overcome with the help of Shepard, as well as to bring her over to his side, the Illusive Man gifted some new talent to club Afterlife.

Liara and Samara quickly became two of the most in-demand strippers on Omega, as word spread that the former Shadow Broker and a legendary justicar were now erotic dancers in Aria's club. Ironically, Liara and Samara themselves were blissfully unaware of all the attention their presence had garnered; having long since been indoctrinated, their memories were rewritten to suit their new roles.

Cashing on their popularity, Aria moved both of them to a private booth, charging exorbitant rates for their services. The exclusivity only heightened the demand. Their latest client was a krogan whose twin sons had just passed the Rite of Passage, and were getting treated by their father for their accomplishment. Credits changed hands and a batarian directed the two boys to a special lounge, where they sat back and waited until their rewards emerged. Liara was wearing nothing but tassels on her nipples, while Samara was completely naked and visibly wet with anticipation.

The two asari pounced onto their new clients, hungrily plunging down onto the cocks of the two young krogans, until there was no more space inside their cunts to fit the cocks in. Rising up and down, they rode the two boys to simultaneous orgasms, krogan cum spraying out of the sides of their holes. It was only the first of many orgasms to come; the boys' father had booked Liara and Samara for the entire night, and krogan were famous for their stamina.

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As for Ashley, she had been sold to the survivors of Khar'shan. The batarians wanted Shepard handed over to them, but they were willing to settle for the second human Spectre, especially at the throwaway price Cerberus had offered.

A few Alliance soldiers who had known Ashley searched high and low for their old comrade, but they never found her. Mainly because they never looked in the makeshift refugee camps that were still being used on the Citadel. Deep inside the batarian section of the camps stood an empty shipping container, and inside, Lieutenant-Colonel Ashley Williams was tied down and stripped naked, batarian cum dripping out of her nostrils, mouth, cunt and asshole, while more was lathered all across her face, breasts, thighs and back.

There was a batarian preacher who was fond of ranting about the blight of humanity, and he had a way of getting a crowd worked up; so much so that every time he delivered a speech, it ended in an angry four-eyed mob crowding into the shipping container and taking turns to gangrape Ashley. These sessions would last for hours, during which Ashley's holes would each be speared by multiple scaly cocks at a time, filling her up with so much cum she could quite literally bathe in it.

There were rumors that Khar'shan was being rebuilt, and if the batarians were going to return to their homeworld, there was no way they weren't going to take their newly purchased slave with them. Thousands of vengeful batarian survivors awaited Ashley in the near future.

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In a million years, the clone could never have predicted that his desperate gambit would be the first step in a successful campaign for galactic domination. Back in Anderson's apartment, he downed a glass of wine as Matriarch Tevos, the former asari councillor, dutifully rode his cock up and down, coaxing his precious seed out of him and into her womb, pleasuring him until he was spent. He dismissed her with a curt nod, and she left the apartment, promising to return whenever her master commanded.

He was an immensely rich and powerful man now, and there was no prize beyond his grasp. But lately, he'd started to feel like he needed someone to pass his wealth down to. Heirs. He would start a family. Not with Tevos; there was no chance of him polluting his bloodline with asari filth. She was only there to serve his needs. Now that his wives were pregnant with his children, he didn't want to risk intense sexual activity with them.

He walked into his bedroom and lay down on his bed, as his wives snuggled up to him. Emily Wong and Diana Allers were both visibly pregnant now, bellies showing the signs of four-month-old impregnations. They'd both been bred on the same night, and now they were patiently waiting to bear his children. As he reclined back against the pillow, Emily and Diana took turns stroking his erection, moaning softly as they flushed with longing. Only one question remained on his mind, only one dilemma left to resolve.

Where was that Khalisah al-Jilani, and why hadn't he already knocked her up?
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