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Her eyes snapped open, and she let out a gasp as she awoke. For a moment, Oriana had no idea where she was, before her clouded vision returned to her and she saw the familiar surroundings of her and Randa's shared quarters.

After a second of disorientation, Oriana let out her breath and smiled. Oh, thank fuck, she thought to herself, as she leaned her head back into her pillows and the realization hit her: it had all been a dream. She should have really figured it out earlier. The whole idea of some weird Prothean artifact causing asari to grow cocks that spewed mind-altering cum. Seriously? It was like something out of a bad porno. No possible way that it could happen in the real world.

As she stretched the sleep out of her muscles and laughed about the crazy dream she had just had, the door to the room opened, revealing Miranda on the other side. Seeing her as Oriana was used to her – dignified and with her head held high – was such a stark contrast from the twisted image from her subconscious. The very thought of that perverse vision of her sister from her dream, naked on her knees with her mouth wrapped around a thick cock and her fingers busy between her legs, seemed so utterly bizarre to Oriana now that she couldn't help but smile.

Glancing over at her sister lying in bed, Miranda saw her expression and returned the smile. "Hey, Ori," she said, walking over and crouching by her sister's bed. "Have a nice dream?"

"No, not nice at all," Oriana said cagily. "In fact, very very naughty," she added with a giggle. It was funny; the images had seemed so horrifying back when she had believed they were real. But knowing that they were nothing more than a product of her subconscious mind, Oriana had to admit to herself that some of the things that were happening were tantalizingly kinky to her now. The image of everyone on the ship stripping out of their uniforms and engaging in a massive orgy... unlikely as it may have been, that was something Oriana would like to see. And maybe even take part in.

"Well, no need to go into detail," Miranda said, causing Oriana to giggle again. She loved her sister, but Randa always got so prudish when the topic of sex came up. It was one of the things that made the dream seem all the more bizarre now. The idea of her sister strutting naked around the Normandy, tits bouncing and pussy dripping as she begged to be fucked by any man or woman willing to make her cum, it was... was...

Kind of hot?

No, that wasn't right. Oriana cast the image out of her mind as Miranda lowered herself down further, close enough to be face to face with her reclining sister. "Yes, no need to go into detail," she repeated softly, reaching up to brush away hair from Oriana's forehead. "Since I know all about it, after all."

"Know all about it?" Oriana asked, confused. "Randa, what..."

And then Miranda moved in for a kiss. Not one of their usual, close-lipped sisterly gestures, but a hungry, unmistakably erotic kiss. Oriana's eyes went wide as Miranda moaned into her mouth, just before she felt the wet heat of Miranda's tongue slither into her mouth and begin lustily exploring around. Oriana wanted to pull away, but found herself completely unable to move.

After several seconds of this uncomfortably erotic gesture, Miranda pulled away long enough to catch her breath, and whisper huskily to her sister. "You see, Ori... this is the dream. And everything that happened before you woke up, that was all real."

"No..." Oriana gapsed, before Miranda pushed in to kiss her again. She let out weak cries of protest that were muffled by her sister's tongue invading her mouth again. Try as she might, Oriana couldn't get any single part of her body to move, and she was helpless as Miranda hungrily made out with her. Just when she thought the situation couldn't get more horrifying, she felt a hand slid up underneath the cami she was wearing, and Miranda's hand begin lovingly fondling one of Oriana's bare tits underneath the sheer fabric.

Shit shit shit shit shit, Oriana thought, her internal voice desperate. Please wake up, Ori. For God's sake, please wake up!

"Why do you want to wake up?" Miranda asked, pulling away from Oriana's lips to respond to Oriana's unspoken thoughts, all while her hand kept casually playing with Oriana's breast. "After all... isn't your situation in the real world just as dire as it is in this dream? Locked in a room with me, forced to watch how horny and desperate I am and knowing that... it's only a matter of time before you are just as big of a slut as I am?"

"No, I can fight it," Oriana protested, speaking out loud even though she knew that, in this strange dream-world, it wasn't really necessary. "I just need to hold out long enough for Shepard and Ash to get back. I can fight it, Miranda. And once they come, we'll figure out a way to... to..." Oriana let out a gasp as Miranda's hand drifted out from underneath her shirt, only to begin sliding down Oriana's stomach and down between her legs. "Randa, no! Stop!" she hissed.

"Who are you talking to, Ori?" Miranda said, her tone amused as her fingers started to slide between the waistband of Oriana's underwear and the bare, heaving flesh underneath. "This is all in your mind, remember? I'm not really your sister; just your mental image of her. So anything that happens in this dream is nothing more than your own desires. So me doing this..." Miranda said, as her fingers made contact with Oriana's slit and began lightly brushing against the folds of her labia, "...This is what you want. What you've always wanted."

Oriana tried to summon the will to shake her head, even as she felt herself getting wet at Miranda's gentle, yet skillful fingering. "No, it's not me. It's... it's that stuff you and Jack put in me," Oriana weakly protested. "The stuff from Samara that fucked with your mind. That's the only reason I'm having this dream."

"Mmm hmm," the dream image of Miranda said, as she began playing with Oriana's pussy in earnest. "When you lie to me, you know, you're really lying to yourself. I know what you really want."

"Fuck," Oriana gasped, wincing as the mental project of Miranda began rubbing at her clit. Even though she knew full well that it was a dream, Miranda's fingers in her snatch felt so real. And felt so... so good... Still, she voiced another denial. "I'm not lying. And this isn't what I want. It's just the Prothean chemicals causing this dream."

Miranda cocked an eyebrow, her fingers deep into Oriana's wet cunt, and asked. "Then how do you explain the other ones?"

Oriana felt a chill run through her. "What other ones? What are you talking about?" she asked, sounding unconvincing even to her own self.

"You had the first one a few days after our first meeting," Miranda said, reaching up with her free hand to begin unfastening her bodysuit, while her other continued pleasuring Oriana's snatch. "It started out just like what had happened in reality: the two of us chatting and discussing your life before I headed back to the Normandy. But then things went... differently in the dream, didn't they? We didn't just hug each other at the end of that meeting. We do so much more."

Oriana said nothing, desperately wanting to shut her eyes and block out Miranda's cocky expression. But her dream would not even allow her that luxury anymore, and she was forced to stare into Miranda's lustful eyes, as the dream image of her sister slowly stripped out of her clothes.

"You dismissed it at the time... but then they just kept coming," Miranda continued, opening up the top half of her jumpsuit to reveal the swell of her breasts underneath a lacy black bra. "Sometimes once or twice a week. Sometimes they'd go away for a while, only to happen several nights in a row. You and me, naked and sweating, making love in every possible position. You tried everything to make them go away. Depriving yourself of sleep and, when that didn't work, taking sleeping pills in hopes of sending yourself into a dreamless slumber. And when neither of those options worked, you went out to clubs and picked up anonymous women, hoping to drive the dream images away with a string of real life fuck sessions. Only to find yourself reliving those nights of passion in your dreams, with me in place of your random conquests. Even after you picked up Jack and had sex with her for hours, when you dreamt it wasn't her you were fucking, was it? It was..."

"Stop it," Oriana weakly said as Miranda yanked down her bra and bared her beautiful tits, not even sure if she was protesting her sister's slow and tantalizing striptease, the hand still busily pleasuring Oriana's pussy, or the long-buried secrets this mental project of her sister was bringing to light.

"Eventually, you went on the extranet," Miranda continued to speak, while casually playing with one of her own bared breasts. "And what you found finally put your mind at ease. Incestuous dreams often weren't about actual sexual desire, you read, but the subconscious mind telling you that it wants to improve your relationship with that family member. And it all made so much sense, didn't it? It wasn't that you really wanted to fuck me, Ori. It's that you missed me while I was off with Shepard on the Normandy. Or out trying to deal with our father once and for all. You didn't want to have sex with me; you just wanted to spend more time with me, and be a true sister to me. At least... that's what you told yourself."

She was cumming. Oriana gasped and squirmed as much as her subconscious would allow her, as she felt the unwelcome spasms grip her body and her cunt begin dripping juices across her sister's fingers. She tried to hold back, but the dream wouldn't even allow her that, and she let out loud, heated moans as Miranda's fingers continued probing inside of her.

"So when Miranda asked you to join her here on the Normandy, you jumped at the chance," Miranda said, pausing a moment to roll a finger around one of her erect nipples, letting out a low moan that made Oriana's cunt twitch. "You figured it would be awkward at first, being around the woman you had spent the past few months having countless erotic dreams about. But with the chance to get to know your sister and finally forge a real relationship, you figured it would finally put an end to all those nights of waking up with sweaty sheets and images of Miranda's tongue in your pussy." Letting out a low chuckle, Miranda added. "Except... it didn't work, did it?"

"No," Oriana gasped, Miranda's devilishly skillful fingers working her towards another climax. "Fuck, no."

"No, indeed," Miranda said softly. "They just grew more frequent, more intense. It reached the point where the rare night where you didn't dream about fucking Miranda was a welcome relief. Every day you spent so many hours next to her, helping her with her work, and every night you dreamed about all the nastiest things you could possibly do to her. Until the point came where... you gave in. You stopped fighting it, stopped trying to find an answer to all the filthy dreams and just... let them happen." Miranda began speaking in Oriana's voice, the effect of hearing the sound of her own voice coming out of her sister's throat sending a shiver through Oriana. "'It's just like those psychologists on the extranet said. Even if I dream about Miranda every night, it's not that I actually want to have sex with her. It's just my brain telling me that we need to work harder on our relationship.'"

The words elicited a laugh from Miranda. "It was a nice try, Ori, but it's like the greatest psychologist of all once said: 'Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.' And sometimes dreams about fucking your sister don't have some mysterious, hidden meaning. Deep down, Ori, I think you always knew that. But you decided to lie to yourself. To believe in your own mind that all of the dreams about having sex with Miranda weren't exactly what they appeared to be. And making yourself believe that made the frequency of the dreams decrease. Oh, you still had them regularly, of course. But whenever they came, you surrendered to them. Threw yourself into sex with Miranda without hesitation, while telling yourself that it didn't mean anything. That it was some subconscious metaphor, and not your deep, hidden lust for Miranda releasing itself in the only way available to you."

Even in the haze of the unwanted erotic dream, something was starting to bother Oriana. Something about Miranda's words – or this dream image of Miranda, that was – had turned strange. Finally, it hit her. "You keep saying 'Miranda,'" she said, struggling to keep her thoughts straight even as the hand between her legs generated a constant dose of pleasure. "Instead of 'I' or 'me.' Who are you? Really?"

A smirk came to the face of the Miranda image. "You're quite clever, Oriana. Very well, then. I'll show you my true face."

There was no glow or shimmer. No magical effect to signal the change in her dream. Just one moment, Miranda was there. And then the next second, she was replaced.

By a naked, well-proportioned asari with a massive blue cock.

"Samara," Oriana said with a gasp. "No... stop! Get out of my head, dammit!"

The image of the serene asari gave her a light smile. "I'm afraid I can't do that, child," Samara said, her free hand now stroking her cock while the other was still planted between Oriana's legs. "You've gotten a taste of me from Jack and your sister. And now you and I are linked together, just as I am with the rest of my subjects."

"Subjects?" Oriana said bitterly, feeling a little more confident now that the image of Miranda molesting her had gone away. "Is that what we are? Nothing but slaves to your will?"

"Oh, Oriana," Samara said softly. "Is that what you think of me? I don't want to control you or Jack or your sister... or any of you. I just want you to stop suppressing your desires. I want to free you, not chain you. Now that my essence is inside you, I can reach into your mind. See all of the lusts and cravings you've kept bottled up for so long."

Samara's fingers slid up and down the length of her cock, and she looked down at the monster between her legs with a serene smile. "I used to be just like you. Believing that suppressing all of my desires was a good thing. That it was a source of strength, rather than what it truly was: a pointless denial of my true cravings. This... this wonderful thing between my legs... it has shown me the truth. And it will show you as well. All you have to do is stop fighting it, and I can give you everything you ever dreamed of. Freedom, Oriana. No petty concepts like morality and modesty to hold us back. True and total freedom: that is what the Protheans have given to me. And if you let me, that is what I can give to you." With a smirk, Samara blinked, and Oriana could feel the dream-world around her shift. "Just like this."

Glancing down to the foot of the bed, Oriana watched as Samara pulled her hand away from between Oriana's legs. Only to reveal a new mental project of Miranda, stark naked with lust in her eyes, climbing between Oriana's thighs and gently parting them. Her fingers brushed lightly against Oriana's damp, panty-covered mound, and in the blink of an eye Oriana's underwear simply vanished, leaving her snatch bare and helpless in front of the image of her horny sister.

"Stop lying to yourself, Oriana," Samara said gently, as Miranda lowered herself down and started licking Oriana's cunt. "This is what you want, isn't it? She can be yours, Oriana. Just like you always dreamed about."

"And me, too," Oriana heard a voice from the other side of the bed, and the dream allowed her to turn her neck enough to see Jack, not a stitch of clothing covering her tattooed body, crawling across the bed towards Oriana. "Just think about it, babe. No more petty worries about our relationship or what Miranda would think." The dream image of Jack turned to look at Miranda and smirked. "Hey, Miranda! You wouldn't mind too much if I fuck your sister, would you?"

"Yes, I would mind, actually," Miranda said, pulling away from Oriana's crotch to reveal a smile dripping with pussy juices. "Because I'm in the middle of fucking her. But you can have your turn once I'm finished."

Jack chuckled, turning back to Oriana with a shrug. "That sister of yours, babe... what a greedy little slut, huh? But no big deal. Once we're both done making that pretty pussy of yours cum, you can watch while me and her fuck the shit out of each other." She arched her brow. "Yeah, we've seen those dreams too, you dirty girl. Bet you never would have thought those ones would ever come true."

"But they will, Oriana," Samara chimed in, as Jack leaned down to take one of Oriana's nipples into her mouth. "Every last one of your most erotic imaginings will become reality. And there won't be a single second wasted on shame or self-doubt. Only the pleasure of surrender." Samara slowly stroked her cock as she softly spoke to Oriana. "And there's only one thing you need to do to make it all happen: ask me for it. Ask me to grant your wishes, and I promise you that I will. All you have to do is ask."

Throwing her head back on the pillow, feeling Miranda's tongue rolling across and around her throbbing clit and Jack's mouth sucking on her tit, Oriana opened her mouth to try and voice yet another denial.

But what came out instead was a loud, desperate cry. "Yes!" Oriana shut her eyes and exclaimed in complete surrender. "Yes, I want this! I want this so fucking bad! I want to fuck Miranda... and Jack... and Samantha and Chloe and Ken and Gabby and every other person on this ship! I want to spend the rest of my life fucking and cumming and never stopping for a second! I'm a horny slut and I don't care anymore! Free me, Samara! Make me one of your subjects!"

Re-opening her eyes to stare up at the ceiling, Oriana instead saw Samara crouched across her chest. With her massive blue cock less than an inch away from Oriana's face.

"Then open your mouth, Oriana," Samara said, a soft smile on her face as she stroked her giant cock. "And receive the Protheans' greatest gift."

I don't care anymore, the feverish thought ran through Oriana's mind. As she felt herself start cumming again from the stimulation of her sister's talented tongue, she licked her lips and stared longingly at Samara's cock. I'm weak and pathetic and horny and I don't care anymore. Whatever Samara wants, I'll do. Just as long as she can make me feel as good as I feel right now, for the rest of my life!

And somehow, Oriana knew deep down in her heart, that Samara could. She could do anything. She was the perfect, beautiful mistress, and Oriana would do anything for her.

Oriana opened her mouth as wide as she could manage, straining to make sure she could fit as much of her mistress's beautiful cock into her mouth as she could.

And just as she felt the massive piece of cock-meat start moving past her lips and slide against her tongue, the dream image of Samara suddenly let out a gasp.

"What is it?" Oriana asked, feeling panic as the sensation of Miranda's tongue in her pussy disappeared as well.

"No," the mental image of Samara said, staring off into space. "You can't stop this. I won't let you!"

Oriana felt a violent lurch, as if the Normandy of the dream space had suddenly been sent hurtling uncontrollably into space. And then...

* * *

"Aaah!" Oriana cried out, feeling herself falling and then hitting the hard metal bulkhead. After a moment to regain her wits, she realized where she was: back in the life support room. She must have fallen out of her chair in the midst of her... her dream.

It was so real, Oriana thought to herself, rubbing at her shoulder as she stood up. She thought about the last moments of the dream and felt a chill run through her. Did I really give in? Was that really Samara giving me the mental image of...

Gasping, Oriana whirled around. She felt her blood run cold as she saw what had happened while she had slept.

The door to the life support room was wide open. And Miranda was gone.

"Oh, no," Oriana whispered. They had gotten in while she was asleep, and taken Miranda away. She had failed.

But then it occurred to Oriana: if they took Miranda, why didn't they take Oriana as well? Remembering the heated, uncontrollable orgy that had been taking place out in the mess hall, Oriana was certain that, if the participants in that debauchery had gotten access to this room, she would have woken up stripped naked and in the middle of being violated by one or more of those men and women.

And that was when she noticed something else: the door to the life support room was wide open... but Oriana didn't hear a sound. No moans and grunts, no flesh slapping against wet flesh. Nothing but the quiet hum of the Normandy's engines.

Was this some kind of trick? A ploy to lure her out. But why? If they wanted her, the door was open. They could just come and claim her if they wanted to.

But then Oriana remembered something else. What she had seen just before rushing with Miranda into the life support room: Samara and Liara, ready to get into a biotic battle over the "slaves" of the Normandy. And she remembered the way the dream had abruptly ended, with Samara protesting against some unknown force. Horror filled Oriana as she wondered if the cause of the silence was the end result of the battle between the two asari. Maybe the participants in the orgy were gone... or maybe they were already dead.

She had no way of knowing unless she went out and looked, but the thought of it terrified her. It was only her pressing desire to find out what might have happened to Miranda, and make sure that her sister was safe, that forced Oriana to start moving again.

Just as she started to take a tentative step towards the open door, she heard a beeping sound behind her. Letting out a surprised gasp, she turned to see her omni-tool resting on the table. A soft glowing light on the small device indicated that she had a message waiting.

Subject: Re: DO NOT COME BACK TO THE NORMANDY!

Message Priority: Emergency

Oriana, are you there? If you're there, answer me.

Oriana looked at the sender: it was Shepard. "Thank fuck," she muttered to herself, as she quickly tapped out a response.

I'm here, Shepard. What's going on? Is my sister okay?

The wait for a response was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours before the response from Shepard arrived.

Your sister is fine. Ash and I received your message. We came back with a security team from the facility and subdued Liara and Samara.

Although she was relieved to hear that Miranda was okay, the word "subdued" sent a chill through Oriana. Despite everything that had happened, Oriana didn't blame Liara and Samara for all of this insanity. It was that damned Prothean device, still hovering on the floor where Oriana had tossed it, that had been the cause of this.

Before Oriana could send another message asking if the two asari were still alive, another message came through: Come down to the shuttle bay. We were able to formulate a cure that should get rid of the Prothean device's influence.

Oriana immediately started heading to the life support room door, typing on her omni-tool as she walked. I'm heading thre right now. It's a good thing you came when you did, Shepard. Any longer and I might have been just as

Just as what? Horny? Slutty? Desperate to suck cock and eat snatch and get her pussy filled with cum? Dammit, Oriana thought to herself, as she walked through the empty deck towards the lift door. Even if Samara was dead or unconscious, Oriana could still feel her influence. Images of Miranda and Jack, fucking Oriana and each other, filled Oriana's mind. Along with that tantalizing last surrender, her mouth opening wide to suck on Samara's massive, thick, throbbing... delicious blue cock.

just as out of my mind as the rest of the crew was. Oriana finished the message and sent it. As she heard the chime indicating a response, the door to the lift slid open. She stepped in quickly, hitting the button to head down to the bottom deck as she read Shepard's response.

Yes, the rest of the crew was quite reluctant to stop their activities when we arrived. Quite a sight, seeing everyone on the Normandy in the midst of a massive orgy. Have to admit that Ash and I were pretty tempted to join in.

Oriana stared at the message, unable to believe that it had come from the serious and iron-willed Commander Shepard. Granted, in her current state she could understand the temptation to strip down and start fucking every last warm body in sight. But Shepard hadn't been tainted by Liara and Samara's influence. Unless...

Before she could consider this further, another message from Shepard came through: It is a wonderful thought, isn't it? Surrendering completely to the pleasure of the moment and indulging in every last one of your desires. Maybe I've made a mistake. Maybe when you get down here, I'll strip out of my uniform, bend you over, and pound that tight little pussy of yours until you scream my name. While Ash shoves your face between her legs and makes you eat out her snatch like the dirty little slut you are. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Oriana? You'd like to join us all down here, wouldn't you?

Frantically, Oriana rushed towards the lift button, trying to keep the door from opening. But it was too late. As soon as the lift doors opened on Deck 5, she found herself unable to move. She fruitlessly struggled as she was dragged through the door and out into the shuttle bay by powerful biotics.

Biotics wielded by Jack, who stood among the rest of the Normandy crew, all of them still stark naked, in a large crowd in the middle of the shuttle bay. "Took you long enough to wake up, babe," Jack said with a smirk. "Thought for a second we'd have to go up there and drag you down here. But hey, no harm done. You're just a little fashionably late for the big party."

"Party?" Oriana asked, staring around at the rest of the crew and seeing the lust still raging in their eyes. "What are you talking about, Jack?"

"The party, Oriana, to celebrate our new alliance," said a voice from the back of the crowd. The humans parted, their eyes filled with reverence, to reveal Liara and Samara. Standing side-by-side with calm smiles, with their hard cocks erect and throbbing between their legs. Liara eyed the hovering Oriana with naked desire and continued speaking. "An alliance that we have you to thank for."

"Yes," Samara chimed in, laying a hand on Liara's shoulder in a casually friendly gesture. "If it wasn't for you, we might have indulged in a pointless, wasteful battle."

"You... you were about to fight each other..." Oriana said, her voice strained as she was biotically dragged closer to the group of enthralled humans. "When me and Miranda ran you were..."

Liara nodded. "We were, yes. And we might have torn each other apart, if it wasn't for your message to Shepard."

"Shepard!" Oriana exclaimed, remembering the last messages she received on her omni-tool. "Where is he? What have you done with him?"

The answer came, not from either of the asari, but from Traynor, stepping out for the crowd with a cocky smile. "It was so nice of Shepard to give me access to his inbox. Makes sure that he doesn't have to deal with too many pointless messages, after all. And, it also allowed me to make a few... modifications to your message to him." Activating her own omni-tool, Traynor read off from the glowing screen. "'Shepard, this is Oriana. There has been a massive chemical spill in the shuttle bay, and Miranda and the rest of the crew are working on cleaning it up. Until we send word, do not come back to the Normandy! We'll let you know as soon as it is safe to return.'" Deactivating the tool, Traynor gave Oriana a cocky smile. "Just a few edits to your message, no big deal."

"No," Oriana muttered, realizing the awful truth. Shepard and Ash weren't coming back anytime soon, and she was all on her own against the warped Normandy crew.

"Don't look so disappointed, Oriana," Liara said. "If Traynor hadn't alerted us to your message, we might have gone ahead with our silly fight. But seeing your attempt to summon Shepard gave us a new perspective on things."

"Indeed," Samara said, almost seeming to finish Liara's thoughts now that the two of them were aligned together. "It reminded us that our true enemy isn't each other. It's those who haven't yet tasted of the Protheans' gift. And that if we hope to bestow it onto as many people as possible, we need to work together. Right, Liara?"

Liara nodded. "And as a symbol of our new alliance, Samara and I have decided that we would seal our pact by bestowing our gift directly onto one human at the same time." Arching her brow, she added. "That human being you, of course, Oriana. It's only appropriate, since you were the one to show us the error of our ways, that you would be the one to help symbolize our new alliance."

As Oriana watched in horror, the crowd of crew members parted further. Revealing several packing crates stacked in the center of the shuttle bay, with a thick blanket spread across them. "No," she said again, as Jack's biotics carried her over to the crates. "Stop this! Please, if any of you have any sanity remaining, you need to stop this!"

But no one in the crowd protested, as Oriana was laid down on her back onto the crates. Her legs and head dangled over the edges of the stacked boxes, all the better for Liara and Samara to take position at either end of Oriana's struggling body. Desperately, Oriana stared out into the crowd, and her eyes locked on Miranda. "Miranda, please!" she yelled, even as she saw the same mindless lust on her face as the rest of the crew. "I'm your sister, Miranda! Help me! Stop this, please!"

But she saw no doubt in her sister's eyes. As Oriana watched helplessly, Jack came up behind Miranda and reached around to cup a bared tit with one hand, while sticking her other hand down between Miranda's legs. Miranda gasped and leaned back into Jack's naked body, completely lost to her lust as Jack's fingers pressed into Miranda's wet snatch.

Turning away from her last hope at rescue, Oriana looked down at her feet to see Liara tugging Oriana's panties down her thighs, just before spreading her thighs and aiming her big blue cock at Oriana's twat.

"Shh. It'll all be over soon," Liara said, stroking the head of her prick against Oriana's cunt and getting it slick with her victim's juices. Despite her mind being filled with terror, Oriana's body was reacting to this entire nightmare with nothing but unrestrained arousal. Even as her mind screamed No!, her body had nothing to say but Yes. Yes! YES!

A hand pressed against Oriana's forehead and pushed her head down and back. Giving Oriana an upside-down view of Samara's cock, right in her face. "Yes, Oriana," Samara said, as she rubbed the head of her prick against Oriana's shut-tight lips. "It won't be long until you're one of us. The sooner you surrender, the sooner you will get your first taste of unlimited pleasure."

With a grunt, Liara penetrated her, and the crowd let out a cheer as her big blue cock began rapidly thrusting into Oriana. Bending down, Liara wrapped her arms around Oriana's waist, and Oriana could hear her rapid breaths as she vigorously fucked Oriana's twat. Oriana felt disgusted. She was being taken against her will, in front of a crowd of horny, enthralled men and women. And her sister and lover were among the people cheering on her violation. Friends and comrades, people she trusted now let out cheers as Liara pounded her pussy. It was horrible. A nightmare.

And why did it have to feel so goddamn good?

"Unh unh unh," Oriana unconsciously grunted as Liara thrusted. The sound of Liara's heavy breathing and the wet slap of her balls against Oriana's ass filled the shuttle bay. Every fresh penetration of Liara's cock inside of her sent a thrilling buzz through Oriana's entire body, and despite her attempts to keep her rational mind in place, it only took a few minutes of rough fucking before Oriana was flushed with arousal. Another minute, and Oriana realized that, without even consciously doing it, she had arched her legs up and wrapped them around Liara's waist. Holding her in place so that wonderful, amazing cock wouldn't be going anywhere until it had made Oriana cum.

Turning her face away from Samara's cock, still dangling expectantly in her face, Oriana stared out into the crowd once more. By now, the influence of the Protheans had gotten to be too much for the crowd, and they had once again started to form groups of two, three, or even more to resume their unrestrained fucking. Oriana's eyes caught Miranda and Jack, Miranda craning her neck to kiss Jack standing behind her, as Jack's fingers played with Miranda's twat.

You've lost, Ori, Oriana said, her internal voice weak and resigned. They've beaten you. Miranda... Jack... the rest of the crew... they're all lost to the pleasure. And if none of them could resist it... what hope did you really have in the end?

As she looked out at the crew of the Normandy, moaning and grunting as they enthusiastically fucked each other, her reasons for resisting seemed more and more pointless. They all looked so... happy. And even if it was an artificial happiness, inducing by some mind-altering Prothean device... did that really matter? Why was she fighting this, really? Why did she even bother when all it was bringing her was misery and disappointment? When she could be as happy as all of the rest of them. As happy as Jack and Miranda were.

Leaning her head back, Oriana took a deep breath, and opened her mouth up wide. And Samara's cock soon slipped between her lips.

* * *

"So... don't suppose you brought a deck of cards?"

Shepard shook his head, and Ash slumped back in her chair. The buzz of the neon lighting above them droned on and on, threatening to drive her insane.

The two of them sat opposite each other, at a table in the employee lounge of the Barton facility. After receiving the urgent message from Oriana and relaying the information to Fletcher, the facility's head had graciously escorted them through the facility into the sparse rest area, telling them that they were welcome to stay as long as needed.

"I doubt it will be that long," Shepard had said to Fletcher then, but almost an hour had passed now and still no word back from Oriana, or anyone else on the ship.

"Must have been one hell of a spill," Ashley muttered. By now she had accepted that this wasn't going to be a short wait, and had stripped out of her combat armor down to the black undershirt and sweatpants underneath. As she stared around the room at the glowing neon Tupari signs and snack machine filled with high-calorie lumps of cheap crap, Shepard took the opportunity to take a good look at Ash.

Man, she looked sexy like this. Her bare and muscular arms. Dark hair loose and tumbling down to her shoulders. And the generous swell of her breasts barely contained within the dark, sleeveless shirt. Shepard knew that she hated it when he started getting... ideas like this in a public setting. But dammit, when she looked this good, how could he not want to?

As if she had heard his libidinous thoughts, Ashley turned to look at Shepard. Seeing the way his eyes drifted across her body, she let out an exasperated sound. "Seriously, Shepard? We're really going to do this again?"

"Hey, I wasn't going to say anything," Shepard said. "But now that you mention it... all the workers at the facility are probably busy cleaning up after the rachni attack. And I can think of a pretty good way for us to kill some time down here..."

"Shepard, listen," Ash said, her voice getting that serious tone to it that Shepard hated. "I had thought I'd made myself pretty clear on this. But the way you keep pushing on this, even when I tell you no again and again..."

Shepard held up a hand. "Just hear me out, okay? Ever since you and I have gotten together, our sex life has always been about what you wanted. How you wanted it to go. We do things your way, all the time."

Staring around the empty break room, Ash ran a hand nervously through her hair. "Shepard, come on. Do we really need to do this here?"

"Not much else to do, is there?" Shepard said, trying his best not to raise his voice despite his frustration. "Look, it'd be one thing if you had tried it and decided it wasn't your thing. But whenever I suggest doing something a little different, you always shoot it down. Never consider it for a second. And just for once, I'd like you to try something a little bit outside of your comfort zone." When Ashley opened her mouth to protest, Shepard cut her off. "If you're not into something after we try it, then I'll drop it, I promise. But could you at least indulge your boyfriend just a little bit, here?"

Ash leaned forward onto the table, resting her chin on her palm and sighing. "You know, Shepard? Maybe you're right. Maybe I have been unfair. But still... fucking in public, where anybody could walk in and see us? That's not just me being worried I won't like it. That's somebody walking in and turning on their omni-tool to get a few choice captures. That's pictures of me and you on a bunch of screens down at that sleazy joint the Dripping Azure in the Lower Wards. God, the thought of my sisters catching a glimpse of something like that..."

"Fine, fine, so we'll shelve public sex for now," Shepard said. "But there's other things I want to do, too, Ash. Stuff that we can do in the bedroom that you always shoot me down on. How about, maybe when we get back to the Normandy, you and I try a little something different? Huh?"

Ash groaned, annoyed at the way Shepard had "bidded her down" on this but unable to come up with a good counterargument. "Okay, okay," Ash finally relented. "But nothing too weird, you understand? Just... a little different."

"I know just the thing," Shepard said, running a particularly fond memory through his mind. I wonder if she still has it, he thought to himself, as Ash gave a sour look and glanced away from Shepard. Not sure if it would fit, but worth a shot.

After a few moments of tense silence, something occurred to Shepard. "Wait," he said. "How do you know about the Dripping Azure?"

"Oh, God. I heard some of the guys on the ship talking about it on our last shore leave," Ash responded, voice filled with disgust. "If you thought that joint Chora's Den was bad back in the day, the Dripping Azure is a hundred times worse. At least the dancers at Chora's Den kept some of their clothes on. Shit, on certain nights, for the right amount of credits the dancers will strip down and screw the customers, right out there in the middle of the floor." Seeing the look on Shepard's face, Ash quickly added. "At least, that's what I heard the men saying. God knows I'd never show my face in a place like that!"

"Right," Shepard responded, wondering why Ash was suddenly so uncomfortable. "Hard to believe a place like that hasn't been shut down."

"I know, right?" Ash exclaimed. "And if you think I'm going to do anything freaky like those women do, you're got another think coming. But... I suppose we try a little something different in your quarters tonight. Just not too different, okay?"

"On my honor as a Spectre," Shepard said, trying to hide the smile on his face. When he got back to the Normandy, he was going to have to give a stern talking-to to whoever caused that chemical spill... and then pull them aside in private to shake their hand.

* * *

"Would you look at that?" Jack breathed, breaking her kiss with Miranda as she watched Oriana getting taken from both ends by Liara and Samara. "Fuck, cheerleader. She may have fought it, but deep down that sister of yours is just as big of a dirty slut as you are!"

A lifetime ago, hearing those words out of Jack's mouth would have resulted in a ferocious biotic battle that might have torn the Normandy apart. But instead, Miranda watched as her sister was spit-roasted by two big blue cocks, and she let out a shudder as the very sight of it made her cum. "Oh, yes," she gasped, her pussy gushing across Jack's fingers as the tattooed teacher continued teasing her twat.

By now, any resistance that Oriana had had before was long gone, and she let out low moans as she noisily sucked on Samara's cock. All while Liara continued her relentless pounding of Oriana's pussy. It was an image that, deep in her rational mind, Miranda knew should have been disgustingly obscene. But all she could think in that moment was, So lucky. Wish it was me getting filled by those two big cocks instead.

And even as she thought it, Miranda knew deep down that she would get her chance. All of them would get their chances eventually.

"Fuck, you're wet, cheerleader," Jack whispered, the hot brush of Jack's breath against her earlobe sending a shiver through Miranda's entire body. "Watching your sister get fucked like that really gets you off, huh?"

"Yes," Miranda said, pressing her hips forward into Jack's probing fingers. She had felt a little guilty before, about repairing the life support room door while her sister had slept, and walking back out into the midst of the ship-wide orgy. But as she watched her sister being forcibly initiated into becoming one of them, Miranda knew with all of her heart that it had been the right decision.

"You two are quite a pair, aren't you?" Jack continued whispering sleazily into Miranda's ear, as her hands stroked and probed Miranda's pussy and tit. "Genetically perfect little whores. I'm going to love watching you get split wide fucking open by some big blue cock. And after that..." Jack's hand drifted away from Miranda's tit to cup her under the chin. "Look at them all, Miranda," Jack said, as she tilted Miranda's head back and forth to look at the Normandy crew members, fucking in every possible combination. "You and me and Oriana... we're going to fuck every last one of them. We're going to drown in their cum and come back up begging for more. Aren't we?"

"Yes," Miranda breathed again, barely able to form rational thought as images of her being pounded and used by the men on the ship, and eating out the snatches of every last woman on the Normandy, filled her mind and sent waves of pleasure rippling through her body. "I want to fuck them all, Jack," she moaned. "I want every single one of them to use me and hand me off to the next in line. God, I want it so fucking much."

"That's my good little slut," Jack said, pointing Miranda's attention back to the center of the room. "Looks like our two mistresses are finishing up with your sister."

"Oh, Goddess," Liara moaned. "I'm almost there... almost ready to..."

Looking up from Oriana's sucking mouth, Samara reached out a hand to Liara. "Together with me, Liara," she said. "We'll spill our seed in her together."

Nodding, Liara removed one of her hands from around Oriana's waist and linked her fingers together with Samara's. "I'm... I'm... I'm cumming..." Liara gasped, before thrusting the entire massive length of her cock balls-deep into Oriana. Her eyes shut and her brow scrunched, as she shuddered and fired gallons of cum into Oriana's wide-open pussy.

Meanwhile, Samara's cock jerked in Oriana's mouth as well, and it wasn't long before cum was overflowing from between Oriana's lips and spilling down her face onto the Normandy deck.

The crowd of furiously-fucking humans paused in their activities long enough to let out enthusiastic cheers, as Liara and Samara filled Oriana to bursting with their seed. By the time Liara finally pulled out, Oriana's gaping pussy gushed what seemed like an endless fountain of jizz out onto the sweat-stained blanket she lay on. As Samara also pulled her prick out of Oriana's mouth, still as hard as before with cum dripping from the tip, Oriana rolled off of the crates and tumbled down onto the floor. Landing on her hands and knees, she coughed and gagged, as the cum that Samara had forced down into Oriana's stomach sprayed back up onto the floor into a massive puddle.

After about a minute of this, Oriana seemed to have recovered. The crowd watched in nervous anticipation, as the last un-indoctrinated human currently on the Normandy rose slowly and numbly to her feet. As if in slow-motion, Oriana pivoted to face Miranda and Jack, and the crowd's eyes followed her as she approached her sister and tattooed lover.

"So, babe," Jack said, disentangling herself from Miranda and moving to stand next to her. "You one of us now?"

Oriana said nothing, continuing to walk in their direction until she was face-to-face with Miranda. Her expression was dull and unreadable, and Miranda's blissful smile soon turned to a look of concern. "Ori, are you..."

In a flash, Oriana's hand lashed forward, and she slapped Miranda in the face.

The Normandy crew let out surprised gasps, as Miranda's head reeled back from the force of the blow. Turning back with a hand to her cheek, Miranda stared at her sister in shock. "Ori, what..."

"Shut up, you hypocritical bitch," Oriana hissed. "You... you were so quick to judge me when you found out I was screwing Jack. Ready to pull me off the Normandy rather than let me fuck who I wanted to fuck. But look at you now. Turns out you're an even bigger slut than me."

"I... I'm sorry, Ori," Miranda said quietly. "I didn't..."

"No, I don't want to hear it," Oriana interrupted, her tone stern and cold. "You want to show me you're sorry?" She jabbed a finger downward. "Get down on your knees, Randa. Now."

Obediently, Miranda began lowering herself down to the floor, eyes staring up apologetically at Oriana as she hit the ground.

Once Miranda was down, a crooked smile crossed Oriana's face. "That's it. You want to show me how sorry you are?" she asked, and when Miranda nodded, Oriana reached between her legs to spread the lips of her twat. "There you go," she said, the last few drops of Liara's cum still streaming out of her. "Eat me, Randa. Eat your sister's pussy in front of all of these people. Show them all what a massive slut you are."

It was a command Miranda was eager to obey. Leaning her head forward, she thrust her tongue down into the depths of Oriana's twat, shivering at the taste of Liara's jizz on her tongue. It was a bit different from Mistress Samara's... but just as wonderfully delicious. Feeling the stares of the crowd, Miranda licked Oriana's twat faster, getting up the last drops of Liara's jizz before continuing to lap at her sister's dripping snatch.

"Shit, you really are a nasty slut, aren't you?" Oriana asked, her voice bitterly caustic. "You didn't hesitate at all, did you? I thought maybe for a second there, you might have shown a modicum of self-respect. Might have considered it, just for a bit. But no. You just dove right into my cunt without a second thought."

Reaching down, Oriana entangled her fingers in Miranda's hair, letting out a low moan as Miranda's tongue slid wetly against her pussy and clit. "Oh, yeah. What a dirty, horny little slut you are. Fuck, if you're so ready to eat our your sister's twat in public like this, I bet you'd do anything I told you, wouldn't you? I could tell you to fuck any man or woman in this room, and you'd do it without hesitation, right?"

Miranda nodded, and pulled her face away from Oriana's pussy to respond. "I wou..."

"Shut the fuck up and keep licking me," Oriana snapped, pulling Miranda's face back between her legs. "That's all you're good for, after all. And that's what gets you off, isn't it? Showing all these people what a depraved little whore you are. I bet your pussy is dripping wet right now, right? Yeah, having all these people watch you while you eat me out... it's getting you so hot right now. I bet you'd like nothing better than to play with yourself in front of all of these people while you eat me out."

And she did. She did want that. Miranda could feel her pussy juices dripping down her inner thighs. She was so goddamn hot right now. And crazily enough, Oriana's harsh, insulting words were only getting Miranda hornier and hornier.

"Well, don't," Oriana sternly ordered her. "You don't get to play with yourself unless I allow you to. Not until you've satisfied me."

Despite the desperate need building between her legs, Miranda followed Oriana's orders, and contented herself with the thrill that filled her as she debased herself in front of the Normandy crew. Minutes ticked by as she hungrily and loudly slurped at her sister's snatch, while Oriana alternated between insulting Miranda's shameful slutiness, and praising her skills in cunnilingus.

"Oh, yeah," Oriana cooed, rolling her hips around against Miranda's face with a blissful grin on her face. "Get that tongue down deep. Show your little sister how much you love her, Randa. Eat that pussy all up."

And Miranda did love her sister. Now, more than she ever could have imagined, Miranda loved Oriana. Because Oriana was giving her exactly what she wanted: to be treated like a horny, filthy slut. It was better than she could have ever possibly imagined, and she had Mistress Samara and Mistress Liara to thank for this new, perfect relationship with her sister.

"Mmm, Jack, get over here," Oriana said, beckoning for her lover to come closer. Jack hesitated for a moment, perhaps worrying that she would get a slap across the face as well. But when she finally walked over to Oriana's side, she was greeted by a hand around the back of her neck, and a long and passionate kiss from Oriana. All while Miranda continued eating Oriana's twat.

As their kiss finally broke, Oriana let out a low chuckle. "Oh, Jack," she said softly. "Do you know how much I love you right now?"

Jack smiled back at her, before rolling her tongue across her lips to catch the drops of Samara's cum that had trickled off of Oriana's face during their long kiss. "Love you too, babe," she said. "So does that mean you're one of us now?"

"You better fucking be... bel... oh, shit..." Oriana cut herself off, as Miranda's amateur pussy-eating skills had finally managed to do their job. Gasping and twitching, Oriana came harder than she ever had before in her life, her twat gushing juices down across Miranda's face. By the time she was finished, Oriana felt like she was barely able to stand, and threw an arm around Jack's shoulders. "Hel... Hell, yeah, I'm one of you."

"Good," Jack said, before pointing over to a group of six Alliance marines, male and female, who were currently shooting hungry looks in their direction. "Because from the eyes you're getting from over there, I get the feeling you're gonna get to spread the love around."

Glancing over at the group of horny marines, Oriana bit her bottom lip, and she could feel her pussy twitch in anticipation. "Well, I suppose I am a clone of this dirty slut down here," Oriana said, pointing a finger down at the panting, flushed Miranda. "So, in a scientific sense... I'm just as big a slut as her." She gave a light shrug. "Nothing to be done. Can't deny genetics."

"Go get 'em, babe," Jack said, giving Oriana a slap on the ass as she strutted over to the men and women with a lustful look. Once Oriana had walked away, Jack reached her hand down to Miranda, pulling her up to her feet and giving her a devious look. "Come on, cheerleader. Time for us to do our part for ship-wide diplomacy."

"Sounds perfect," Miranda said dreamily, as Jack steered her in the direction of Liara, who had taken a seat on the crates where she had previously been pounding Oriana, stroking her cock as she watched the last hold-out's final descent into depravity.

Meanwhile, Samara had already gotten started. Seated on another stack of crates, her hands were on Traynor's hips as the dark-skinned specialist rode Samara's cock, head back and a blissful smile on her face as she bounced on the thick blue member. Underneath the two of them, Dr. Michel eagerly tongued Samara's balls, both hands pressed between her thighs and rubbing as she pleased the other mistress of the ship.

In a way, Dr. Michel was a tiny bit jealous. After all, despite all the fanfare given to Oriana's initiation into service to both Liara and Samara, it had actually been her who had been the first one to taste of both of the mistresses' seed. But jealousy had no role in her new life, and Dr. Michel contented herself with the salty, musky taste of Mistress Samara's scrotum against her tongue, as she watched the thick blue cock in front of her swell and shoot a thick load of cum inside of Traynor's dripping snatch.

As Traynor became the third of the ship's crew to join the once-exclusive club of Liara and Samara's shared thralls, Jack and Miranda were knelt down between Liara's spread legs, eagerly using their mouths on Liara's cock and balls in order to become the fourth and fifth members. As Jack lovingly ran her tongue up and down the veiny length of Liara's prick, Miranda happily sucked one of Liara's giant nuts into her mouth, running her tongue all around the swollen orb and coating it with her saliva. Leaning back on her palms, Liara watched with an expression of mild bemusement as the two humans merrily debased themselves for their new mistress.

"Fuck, yes," Oriana cried out, down on her hands and knees on the floor as a burly marine with tattoo-covered arms pounded her from behind. "So fucking good. Feels so good to be a slut..." As the marine grunted, shot his load in Oriana, and pulled out to rest up for his next encounter, he was quickly replaced by another one of the ship's strapping young soldiers. Looking back over her shoulder, Oriana bared her teeth and slapped one of her asscheeks, an open invitation for the man to fuck her already well-used twat. Once he was inside of her, Oriana began grunting and moaning again, only to be quickly quieted by the female marine's bared pussy that was shoved into her face.

As Oriana acquainted herself with the Normandy crew, Samara had changed positions, standing up and bending Dr. Michel over to take the squealing French doctor from behind. As Dr. Michel drove her hips back, fucking herself on Samara's thick blue cock, Traynor knelt down behind her new second mistress, spread her tantalizing blue asscheeks apart, and began tonguing the asari's puckered blue asshole. Just the act of sticking her face in that beautiful asari backside was enough to make Traynor cum for the fifth time that day. Or was it the sixth? By now, she had completely count, and only knew for certain that each time she came would be more amazing and mind-blowing than the last.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Jack said, fingers inside of her cunt as she watched Miranda lower herself down on Liara's rigid prick. That perfect little ass of hers wiggled and bounced as Miranda wrapped her arms around Liara's neck and rode that big blue cock with all of her energy. Seems even their new mistress couldn't resist it, as Liara soon reached around to grab onto Miranda's ample backside and roughly grip it with her delicate blue fingers. By the time Liara pulled one hand away to deliver a hard swat to Miranda's asscheek, the cheerleader slut was already cumming around the long blue rod buried inside of her. Once Miranda was pulling her gaping cunt off of Liara's prick, Jack was already eagerly waiting to take her place.

By now, the marines had already all taken their crack at Oriana, letting some of the bridge crew have their turn. Belinda Tully let out girlish squeals as Oriana flicked her tongue against the once-homophobic officer's clit. And Ken Donnelly, getting behind Oriana only to find her twat well-used and dripping with cum, instead elected to lube up his prick with a handful of spit and thrust himself into Oriana's ass. If Oriana minded the anal penetration, she showed no signs of it in the midst of eating snatch, and it emboldened the next three men to bury their cocks between Oriana's asscheeks as well, until both of her holes were dripping with cum and Gabby Daniels was sent in to "clean things up" with her tongue before the next round of cocks.

It went on for what could have been hours, if anyone had actually cared to worry about the time at that point. Men and women fucked in every single combination, while Liara and Samara moved among the crowd and deposited their cum into anyone who hadn't already had the privilege... and a few of the ones who had, just for good measure. By the time it was done, the human crew of the Normandy lay in a heaving, sweating heap in the middle of the shuttle bay, utterly exhausted and yet not even close to being satisfied.

Liara and Samara stood side-by-side, arms around each others' waists, surveying the tangled mass of naked humans with ecstatic smiles and cocks still rock-hard. "By the Goddess, that was quite an experience," Samara said, only sounding mildly winded despite engaging in hours of marathon fucking.

"Indeed," Liara said to Samara, glancing over at the other asari with an arched brow. "Why don't we leave these humans to rest for a while? There's something I would like to discuss with you in my quarters, if you wouldn't mind."

"Naturally," Samara said, following Liara as she stepped among the splayed and panting human bodies in the direction of the lift. "We are allies, after all."

"Thank you, Mistress," came the breathless gasps as Liara and Samara moved through the exhausted human forms. "Thank you. Thank you, Mistresses."

It was a short ride up to Deck 3, Liara and Samara almost nonchalantly stroking their hard cocks as they waited to arrive at their destination. It had once seemed like a vulgar gesture, but now fondling the gifts that the Protheans had given them seemed just as natural as breathing. Once the lift arrived at its destination, Liara quickly ushered Samara into her quarters.

"Now, what was it you wanted to ask me about, Liara?" Samara said. "Whatever it is, we probably shouldn't wait too much longer. Shepard and Williams will start to get suspicious if we delay much more."

"Yes, I know," Liara said. "But there's one last thing I want to handle before we send the message for them to come back." Turning to Samara, she ran a hand across her fringe, looking strangely casual despite wearing a fetish outfit that left her tits and giant cock dangling free. "You see, I have been running some experiments on the crew as I have been freeing their minds with the Prothean gift. Testing the changes to their reactions under the influence of it. Seeing the difference in effects between males and females. But there was one experiment that I was unable to perform in the end. One that I didn't quite have the... flexibility to test on my own. And while I know that time is short, I believe you might be able to help me with this one further experiment."

"Of course, Liara," Samara said with a warm smile. "Whatever you need from me to aid in your experiment, I'll be happy to provide."

Slowly, Liara started walking in Samara's direction. "It's actually quite a simple test, really," she said. "I'm only interested in learning one thing." Coming up right to Samara, Liara leaned forward and whispered to her. "I want to know what big blue cock tastes like."

Looking over at Liara, Samara's smile grew even wider. "A fine experiment, Liara," Samara said, as Liara began lowering down to her knees. "And one that I am quite eager to assist you with."
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