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"For the love of God, what is taking so long?"

Shepard's outburst roused Ash out of the light doze she had fallen into at one of the break room tables, and she raised her chin up off her palm long enough to mutter, "I'm sure they'll let us know as soon as it's safe for us to come back."

She had to agree with Shepard on one thing: whatever had happened up on the Normandy was taking way too long to clean up. The sight of the Barton facility's break room, with its buzzing overhead lights and bland motivational posters, was starting to grate on Ash in the worst way, reminding her of all of the dead-end postings she had served on before her fateful encounter with Saren and the geth. Fletcher had come by a while ago, surprised to see that they were still there, and offered to have the facility's mess hall scrounge up a meal for them. Shepard and Ash had taken him up on the offer, and by now their plates had long ago been cleaned off and pushed away. And during all this time, there hadn't been word back from the Normandy since Oriana's message.

So, yes, something was definitely amiss. On the other hand, Ash couldn't help but be suspicious, wondering if Shepard had other reasons for being so eager to return to the ship. Like the promise he had extracted out of her before, to indulge in one of his kinky fantasies. She still had every intention of honoring his reuqest, but seeing the way Shepard had perked up once Ash had agreed to "spice things up" in their cabin, she could only imagine what sort of perverted ideas Shepard had in mind for her when they got back.

Even now, Shepard was pacing around the break room, fingers moving rapidly across his omni-tool. "Something's got to be wrong. Oriana's not responding to my messages; neither are Miranda and Traynor. Joker's not even picking up on the ship comms. It's like they've all vanished or something," he muttered.

"Maybe we should just get in the shuttle and head back," Ash suggested. "Might just be a comms failure or something."

But Shepard shook his head. "Not worth it. If nobody's there to open the shuttle bay door for us, we'd be stranded outside the ship. And then either run out of fuel, or have to come right back down to the facility again." Hitting another button on his omni-tool, Shepard let out a frustrated sigh. "Just can't believe that nobody is... wait," Shepard paused in his pacing. "Hello? This is Commander Shepard. Who is this I'm speaking to?"

"Shepard? Oh, hey, how's it going?" said the accented voice responding out of Shepard's omni-tool.

Shepard gave Ash a confused look, and she gave him a shrug in return. "Miranda? Is that you?" Shepard asked the person on the other end.

* * *

"Nah, it's Oriana," Oriana said into the omni-tool on her left arm. Meanwhile, with her right hand she moved her fingers around inside of her twat, loving the naughty buzz she got from playing with herself while talking to Shepard. "Can see how you'd make that mistake. We do sound awfully alike, after all."

"Oriana, what's going on up there?" Shepard's voice questioned over the comms. "I've been trying to reach someone up there for the past hour, and nobody's been answering."

Oriana smirked from her perch on the edge of a packing crate. "Oh, right," she said, as she looked out over the shuttle bay and the rest of the Normandy crew.

She had been one of the first to recover from the stupor that Liara and Samara had fucked them all into, but the rest of the men and women in the room were starting to wake up and, within seconds of regaining consciousness, going right back to finding a new partner or partners to fuck. Within a few minutes, the massive ship-wide orgy had begun again in earnest, and the shuttle bay once again filled with grunts, moans, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

Oriana was surprised to see the show of stamina by the crew, and couldn't help but wonder, in addition to the mind-altering effects of the Prothean chemicals they had all ingested, if the crew's physical endurance hadn't also been enhanced by their exposure to Liara and Samara's miraculous cum.

All she knew is that her pussy was dripping wet at the sight of the ongoing carnal activities, and she couldn't wait to get the fuck off this call with Shepard so she could choose one of the cocks or twats she hadn't already sampled and... well, get the fuck off.

"Oriana, you still there?"

"Oh, sorry about that," she said into her omni-tool, snapping herself out of her enjoyment of the festivities long enough to respond to the commander. But never pausing in her self-pleasuring, her fingers sticky with her own juices as they plunged deep into her horny pussy. "We've been up here... nnn... sweating over that chemical spill. Shit, you should see it in the shuttle bay; it's one hell of a mess."

"So the spill hasn't been cleaned up yet?" Shepard asked.

"Afraid not, Commander," Oriana said, fighting the urge to drool as she watched a burly, tattooed marine jerk his cock into one of the bridge officer's faces, spraying cum into her eager mouth with a groan before shoving it between her lips to let the horny officer suck down the last of his load. "There's still stuff spilling all over in there. Quite a sticky mess, but everybody's chipping in to... unh... to clean it all up." Her eyes flicked over to Traynor, who was smearing lube all over her right hand, just before plunging it into Ensign Tully's pussy all the way up to the wrist. "Even Specialist Traynor is... ohh... getting her hands dirty down there," Oriana said, watching the formerly homophobic ensign buck and moan, openly playing with her own tits as Traynor fisted her horny cunt.

A pause on Shepard's end. "Are you alright, Oriana? You sound... strange."

"Might have... oh, shit... might have gotten a whiff of those chemicals myself, Shepard," Oriana said, her voice strained as she moved her fingers in rapid circles against her sensitive clit. "Don't know exactly what it was that leaked, but everybody exposed seems to get really sweaty and... and short of breath and... ah, so good..."

She heard an annoyed sound from Shepard. "Put your sister on, Oriana," Shepard asked firmly. "I'd like to get a status report from my acting commander, if you don't mind."

"Oh, I don't think so," Oriana responded, her eyes locking onto her sister in the midst of the sweaty orgy. At the moment, Jack was instructing Miranda to get down on her hands and knees on a knee-high set of crates, and put her ass up into the air. Miranda followed the instructions with a dazed, blissful smile on her face, her smooth, pale skin still streaked with dried cum from the last orgy. As Oriana watched, stroking her clit at the irresistible sight, one of the male crew members moved in behind Miranda, spitting on the palm of his hand to lube up his cock. "Miranda's in up to her backside dealing with the chemical spill. Matter of fact, the crew is... filling her in right now," Oriana explained, as the crew member grabbed Miranda by her ample hips and buried his cock as deep as he could between the senior officer's well-rounded asscheeks. "Yeah, she's way too busy to talk right now. But once she's done getting filled in, I'll be sure to give her a poke, let her know she's desperately needed."

"Dammit... listen, I know you all are working as hard as you can up there, but Ash and I are..." Shepard paused. "What's that sound? Sounds like..."

Oriana gritted her teeth, realizing that the grunts and moans of the entire crew of the Normandy engaging in rough, eager sex with each other were getting loud enough to be picked up by her omni-tool's microphone. "Oh, right. I'm here in the cockpit, and Joker is playing one of those vids of his," Oriana quickly covered. Raising her voice, she called out, "Joker, could you please turn down the volume on that porn vid you're watching?"

"Sorry, volume knob is broken," Joker responded, glancing away from Gabby lavishing his cock with her tongue long enough to answer. "I'll get it fixed when we dock back at the Citadel, promise."

"He's watching porn while you're...? Forget it," Shepard said. "Just please have Miranda get back in touch with me for a status report as soon as she's able to."

Fuck, it was so damn hard to keep herself away from all of the amazing sex that was going on in front of her. Fingering herself wasn't enough; she needed to get fucked, right now. Oriana fought the urge to disconnect the comm link and charge into the midst of the orgy, knowing that Shepard would just contact her back. "I will, I'll tell her. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think the rest of the crew needs my help with..."

From the other side of the shuttle bay, Miranda let out a loud moan, and cried out in sheer ecstasy. "Oh, yes! Fuck my fucking asshole! Pound me with that big goddamn cock! Fuck, I love being a dirty anal whore!"

"That voice..." Shepard said over the comms. "That's... is that really one of Joker's vids? Because it sure sounds a lot like..."

"No, it's definitely his vid," Oriana responded. She watched as Jack seemed to get an idea from Miranda's heated exclamation. Speaking quietly to the men of the Normandy and pulling them away from their partners, soon she had them all lined up behind the crewman currently balls-deep in Miranda's ass. While this reduced the suspicious sounds of sex briefly, soon enough the abandoned women of the crew were finding their own fun with each other, and as tongues and fingers found dripping cunts to pleasure their delighted moans soon filled the shuttle bay once again.

Meanwhile, as the first man to fuck Miranda since the new orgy had started finally started cumming, and Jack gave instructions to the next man in line, Oriana realized what Jack intended. No sooner had the first man pulled out, than the second one took his place fucking Miranda's ass.

"I suppose you're right," Shepard responded. "There's no way that it could have been her that I..."

As the second man started pumping his cock into Miranda, Oriana's horny sister let out another loud cry. "Oh, yes! Pump me full of your hot cum! I want every last man on the Normandy to spill his cum into my ass!"

"Yeah, Joker and his vids," Oriana quickly said, raising her voice in a vain attempt to cover up Miranda's slutty proclamations. "Can't believe the perverted things he..."

Jack grinned as she watched Miranda beg and moan for more cock. Turning to the man currently taking her up the ass, Jack clapped him on the shoulder. "That's it. Fill that horny bitch all the way up. Treat her like your own personal cum dumpster."

"Cum dumpster," Miranda repeated with a moan, as the second man blew his load in her ass and moved aside, allowing the next horny guy in line to shove his cock balls-deep inside her rear passage. "Ngh... aaahhh. I'm a... a cum dumpster," she gasped, then raised her voice into a loud proclamation. "Do you hear that? I'm Miranda Lawson, and as acting commander of this ship I'm appointing myself as the Normandy's official cum dumpster!" Glancing back at the line of men waiting their turn, eyes focused on their naked manhoods, she bit her bottom lip in eager anticipation. "Mmm, all you big, strong men with your hard fucking cocks... As proud members of the Systems Alliance, you are all under my command. And I order you all to pump my ass full of cum! You hear that? No man leaves this room until he's drained his balls inside Miranda Lawson's filthy cum dumpster ass!"

Oriana let out a nervous giggle, as the men in the room cheered and Miranda wiggled her ass, enticing the next man in line to take his turn at her already well-used butthole. "Yeah, that Joker. Can't believe he's perverted enough to actually watch one of those porn parodies that came out after you saved the galaxy." Raising her voice, she called out, "I mean, jeez, Joker! That's supposed to be my sister they're all screwing like some cheap horny slut! My sister would never do anything like that! Don't you have any shame, watching such cheap filth?"

"Nope!" Joker blissfully responded, gingerly stepping up to take his turn at Miranda's ass. Rather than risk him shattering his pelvis, he simply let Jack jerk at his prick, while Traynor helpfully reached over to spread open Miranda's twitching asshole with her fingers. After a few minutes of Jack's skilled cock-handling techniques, Joker grunted and started spurting cum down into Miranda's gaping asshole, the sticky strands of jizz mixing and mingling with the loads of the men who had come before him. Once he was done, he stepped aside to let the next man in line shove his prick into Miranda's sticky hole.

"Ohhh... oh, fuck yes! Never stop fucking me!" Miranda moaned, loving every minute of the anal train that was being run on her. Meanwhile, somebody had tracked down a black felt marker for Jack, who had started scrawling hash marks on Miranda's backside for every load she had taken. There were four marks already and, judging by the size of the line of men waiting behind her, there would be a lot more on Miranda's ass before this was over.

Staring over with lustful eyes at her sister, her ass jiggling as the latest man in line fucked her from behind, Miranda seductively cooed. "Oh, please, Ori! Get off that call and come over here, already. Let me lick your pussy, please. I want my sister to cum all over my face..."

"Well, I'll be sure to tell Randa to suck you... I mean, call you when she gets a chance!" Oriana abruptly exclaimed into the comms, stumbling over her words in her haste to end the boring conversation, and get back to what mattered. "Just hold tight until then, Shepard, and we'll let you know when it's safe to fuck me... to come back!"

Before Shepard could get out a response, Oriana closed out the comms link and rushed over to the orgy in progress, eager to grant her sister's wish.

* * *

Shepard stared at his omni-tool, as the call abruptly disconnected.

"That was... bizarre," Ash responded, recovering her composure after listening to Shepard's talk with Miranda's sister, and the vulgar background noise, with jaw agape. "Wonder just how much they were affected up there by that chemical spill."

"Yeah, maybe it's best that we weren't up there for that," Shepard said, his back to Ashley as he shut down his omni-tool. "I mean, it's not like Joker to be... well, doing that with someone else around. And Oriana sounded so strange..."

Ashley nodded. "She did. Like she was tired or... or something," she said, not wanting to voice the other conclusion that could have been reached from Ori's strained, panting voice. Because that... well, that just couldn't happen. Oriana was a decent young woman, after all. There was no way she was... was...

"This whole tour has been one of the weirdest I've been on, I swear. Even weirder than the Reapers," Shepard remarked. "Between what happened to Liara and Samara... and all of this chemical spill stuff..." Letting out a frustrated sound, he turned towards Ash and shook his head. "I cannot wait until we get back to the Citadel to have some R&R."

"You're telling me. I'm looking forward to a hot bath and..." Ashley paused as Shepard turned to face her, and a frown creased her face. "Seriously, Shepard?"

Shepard looked confused. "Ash, what..." he started to say, then followed her gaze down to his lower body. And the noticeable outline of his erection in his Alliance uniform pants. "Ah, jeez," he muttered, quickly sitting down to hide his shame. "Sorry, but it just... I mean, didn't that sound exactly like Miranda?"

"I wouldn't know," Ash responded, expression dour. "And even if it did... it's bad enough that hearing some woman debasing herself like a filthy stripper down at the Dripping Azure is enough to get you hot. But is it supposed to make me feel better that it was because she sounded like somebody you know?"

Shepard gave her an awkward look. "Yeah, I suppose not," he admitted.

"Because if your idea about mixing things up in the bedroom is inviting Miranda or somebody else to join us, you can just forget it, buster," Ashley firmly stated. "I care about you too much to share you with anyone else, and I sure hope that you feel the same way about me."

"Of course I do. I would never even think about another woman that way, Ash," Shepard said, surprised with how easily he was able to lie. "You're my one and only, you know that. Trust me: what I have planned just involves you and me, and no one else."

"Better not," Ash said, still looking unhappy but at least mollified for now. With that, they fell back into their awkward silence, both of them waiting for word that they could come back to the Normandy safely.

As Shepard sat, he thought back to the voice he had heard over the comms. Not Oriana's, but the one in the background. He would never admit it to Ash, but he had made somewhat of a hobby of checking out all of those bootleg vids like the one Joker had been watching. This Ain't The Normandy XXX, Commander Shep-Hard and his Spectre Sluts, even some of the more extreme ones like Invasion of the Rapers and I Know You Feel This: Harbinger's Sex Slaves. Mostly for a chance to see who they cast as Ash, and what sort of... activities they had her doing in the course of Shepard and his crew's mission to fuck their way across the galaxy.

And if there was one thing all of them had in common, besides a complete lack of historical accuracy, it was that absolutely none of the women who portrayed Miranda Lawson could even come close to doing a passable imitation of her accent. Some of the ladies tried their best, bless their hearts, while some of them just didn't even bother and spoke with their natural accents. But to a woman, none of them could pull it off.

The woman that Shepard heard over his comms, however, had Miranda's voice down flawlessly. To the point that Shepard was almost positive that it had to have been her voice he had been hearing.

But that was insane. The things that that woman was saying would have never come out of the mouth of the dignified, refined Alliance officer. Shepard couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was another female clone of Henry Lawson out there. One of his rejects who had perhaps escaped and been forced to take a less dignified route in life.

Regardless, Shepard knew one thing for sure: once he got back to the Normandy, he had to ask Joker for a copy of that vid.

* * *

Samara had never been a woman interested in scientific pursuits. It all seemed so stodgy and boring to her. But as the young asari on her knees in front of Samara worked her tongue around the head of Samara's cock, leaving a trail of glistening saliva around the tip of her throbbing prick and sending a rush of delight to her brain, Samara decided that perhaps she had misjudged the nature of scientific research. Or perhaps all asari scientists needed to conduct their experiments more like this talented young maiden did. Once Samara was off this ship, she considered with a smile, she would be sure to introduce as many women as possible to the T'Soni method of scientific discovery.

While Liara continued to lick and slurp at the head of Samara's cock, she reached up a delicate hand to work along the length of the massive rod of blue meat. Twisting her hand around while sliding Samara's foreskin up and down her shaft, Liara expertly stimulated Samara's veiny cock. The buxom Justicar let out an appreciative moan as she rested a hand on cocked hip, staring down at Liara with a sultry smile. "By the Goddess, Liara," Samara gasped. "Wherever did an innocent young maiden like yourself learn to suck cock so well?"

"My, what a personal question, Samara," Liara remarked, pulling away from Samara's prick long enough to bat her eyes and grin up at her. "A lady does have to have her secrets, after all. It's better if you don't question it. Just relax... and enjoy."

"Oh, I fully intend to," Samara said, reaching down to gently stroke Liara's fringe as she returned to blowing the elder asari. "A mouth that talented should not be wasted on pointless explanations, after all."

Liara's office was filled with the sounds of wet slurping and quiet moans, as Liara vigorously attacked the blue bobbing cock in front of her. Her mouth and tongue seemed to coat every inch of Samara's prick with the glisten of her spit, Samara unable to keep herself from moaning as Liara skillfully teased and pleasured her 13-inch blue beast.

After a few minutes of vigorous sucking, Liara took a deep breath before pushing her head forward. Samara watched in awe as Liara forced more and more of Samara's cock inside her mouth. The young asari didn't stop until every last inch of Samara's thick cock had disappeared between her lips, Samara feeling Liara's throat muscles constricting around the head of her prick. For a long while, Liara held herself in place, letting out light gagging sounds as the tip of her nose lightly brushed against Samara's hips.

Just when Samara was worried that Liara might choke herself on the long, hard piece of meat, Liara pulled away with a gasp, leaving thick strands of saliva dripping from Samara's bobbing, throbbing cock. Liara only allowed herself a second to catch her breath, before going right back to wrapping her lips around the head of Samara's veiny prick.

"Goddess," Samara gasped, Liara's enthusiastic cocksucking bringing her right to the brink of climax. Liara, as if sensing that Samara was close to finishing, pulled away from her partner's cock. Saliva dripped from Liara's mouth and down her chin in glistening streams as Samara's cock left her mouth. Leaning back on her heels, she kept one hand slowly stroking Samara's prick, while at the same time reaching down to play with her own cock. "You are... quite the tease... Dr. T'Soni," Samara said, between desperate gasps for air. "But I'm... I'm afraid our time may be short. Comm... Commander Shepard will be getting suspicious if we tarry much longer."

"Let him be suspicious," Liara proclaimed, smirking as she continued to slowly, teasingly stroke Samara's rigid prick. "I have spent too many years following every last one of Shepard's orders. Doing everything he told me to do, no matter how... how much I would have rather not. He can wait. And besides," Liara said, a gleam in her eye, "I still haven't finished my experiment."

Samara chuckled to herself. "Ah, yes. Your quest to determine what big blue cock tastes like. Tell me, doctor, what are your preliminary findings?"

Rather than answering right away, Liara instead rose up off her heels, until her chest was level with Samara's hips. Placing her hands on the sides of her massive breasts, she leaned back and wrapped them around Samara's cock. Samara moaned despite herself, as Liara began to give her a slow tit-job.

"Mmm... not as unique as I might have hoped," she finally answered, while rubbing her inflated breasts up and down the length of Samara's cock. "Sweeter than a human's, definitely. Not as salty as a krogan cock, and less bitter than a batarian's. One thing for sure, though: asari cock is definitely a lot more pleasant to suck on than a varren's." Seeing the surprised look on Samara's face, Liara let out a surprisingly girlish giggle. "Just kidding... maybe."

"Ah, Liara," Samara moaned, losing any modicum of dignity as she lewdly shoved her hips forward and started fucking Liara's tits. Her massive dangling scrotum bounced with every thrust, and Samara could almost feel the semen sloshing around inside her balls, desperate to be shot off all over this asari maiden's pretty little face.

"Goddess, I am so pleased we decided not to fight," Samara gasped, letting out small grunts with every thrust of her hips into Liara's cleavage. "We will accomplish so much more together as partners."

"Yes," Liara said after a long pause, looking up at Samara with a wide grin, as Samara's cock thrust in and out of her cleavage. "You and me... partners."

She repeated the word strangely, and Samara might have questioned it if Liara hadn't then leaned her head down, sticking out her tongue to lap at the head of Samara's cock as it poked out from between her pressed-together breasts. The sight, the feel of the innocent young maiden's tongue flicking out to lick at her glans drove any rational thought from Samara's mind, and all she could think of anymore was showering Liara with as much cum as she had within her.

"So close," Samara groaned, deep grunts escaping her lungs as she frantically fucked Liara's cleavage. "Going to... going to cum..."

And at that, Liara pulled away, her breasts falling back from Samara's throbbing cock. Samara let out a groan of sheer frustration, as her unsatisfied prick bobbed in the open air, throbbing with the blood pulsing through its thick veins and desperate for release.

"I apologize, Samara," Liara said, gripping onto the base of Samara's cock. "But the experiment is not quite over yet. And I would hate to... taint the results without a full analysis."

"Not... not over?" Samara gasped, her frustration evident in her voice. Any trace of her dignified Justicar air had now vanished, replaced by a desperate need to cum. "What do you..." Samara started to ask, before Liara hefted Samara's massive cock to point up to the ceiling, and leaned her head down to stick out her tongue and lap at Samara's balls. "Oh... Oh, Goddess."

"Mmm," Liara said between pursed lips, before tilting Samara' s cock slightly to the side, and glancing up at her with a crooked smile. "While asari cock may be nothing to message home about, I have to say... these are the most wonderful balls I have ever had the pleasure of tasting. Of course... further experimentation may be needed for the most accurate results." Moving her head back down, Liara opened her mouth as wide as possible, in order to take one of Samara's massive testicles between her lips. Samara let out a raspy moan, as she felt Liara's warm, wet breath on her scrotum, and her talented tongue lightly brush against Samara's sensitive ball.

No sooner had Liara removed one nut out of her mouth with a wet pop, than she had enveloped the other with her lips, letting out muffled moans and wet slurps as she vigorously sucked on Samara's massive testes. She repeated this several more times, sucking on one ball, then the other, before finally running her tongue up the middle of Samara's scrotum, leaving a slippery trail of spit as she hungrily savored the taste of Samara's dangling nutsack. All while the talented maiden's hand resumed working the shaft of Samara's desperately needy cock, hand stroking and teasing the throbbing prick as Liara slobbered all over her partner's swollen nuts like a pair of giant hard candies.

"Goddess, I can't... I can't hold back any longer," Samara grunted. "I'm going to... to..."

Samara worried that Liara would once again slow down her pleasurable oral efforts as Samara's climax approached. Instead, Liara finally decided to grant Samara release, bringing the massive blue cock in her hand back down to mouth level. Just as Liara wrapped her lips around the head of Samara's prick, Samara felt her muscles contracting, and her jizz begin shooting out in what had to have been the hardest, most mind-shattering orgasm that Samara had ever experienced. Her hips lightly thrust forward, almost involuntarily, as she felt her big blue cock pulse and throb and spray out cum like a firehose.

As spurt after spurt of potent cum jetted out of her cock, Liara's throat bobbed, the young asari maiden doing her best to swallow down every last drop of Samara's massive load. Even as Samara felt the climax start to abate, Liara reached up to her scrotum, fondling and stroking the spit-slippery balls as if trying to milk every last drop of sticky jizz out of them.

By the time Samara's cock jerked one last time, Liara pulled away with just the tiniest strand of cum dripping from the side of her mouth. As Samara gasped for breath and struggled to remain standing, Liara casually wiped the remaining cum off her mouth, and lapped it up with her tongue. "Mmm... quite delicious," Liara remarked. "Doesn't appear to have the same intoxicating effect on me as it does on humans, but a lovely taste nonetheless."

"That was... that was astonishing, Liara," Samara said, barely able to speak with how exhausted her powerful climax had left her. "All the times I've fucked those humans with this thing have been nothing compared to that."

"I am glad I was able to satisfy you... partner," Liara said. Again, just the same as the last time she had repeated the word, an odd gleam came to Liara's eye as she spoke.

Samara paid it no mind, however. "Well, as enjoyable as all this has been, we should probably be reporting back to Shepard." She started turning towards the door to Liara's office. "I imagine he has to be wondering what..."

Her next words were cut off abruptly, as she suddenly found herself being hurled backwards through the air at an astonishing speed. Before she could even understand what was happening, she felt a soft impact on her back. Blinking, she realized that she had been flung back-first onto Liara's bed. Her ass was on the edge of the mattress, and her cock jutted up from her hips, still hard and dribbling cum from her recent climax.

Glowing with biotic energy, Liara strode over to where Samara lay, a confident smile on her face. "Not so fast, Samara. I told you that Shepard can wait. And besides... you got to have your fun. And if we're truly going to be partners..."

Samara felt the pull of Liara's biotic energy against her feet, forcibly raising her legs up and into the air. By the time Liara was finished, Samara's legs were at a 90 degree angle to each other, her feet pointed up towards the ceiling.

And, Samara realized as Liara reached into a drawer and retrieved a small bottle, her ass fully on display and in the perfect position for penetration.

"Well, partners look out for each other," Liara said again, while squirting a long stream of fluid onto her cock and rubbing the lubricant up and down its length, "And now that you've had your fun... I should get to have my fun, too."

* * *

The line was starting to wind down. By now, Jack had run out of room on Miranda's left ass-cheek, and had begun making marks on the right one.

And Miranda had worn herself out screaming and begging the men of the Normandy to pound her ass. So now she simply grunted lewdly as one of the last few of the male crew members shoved his cock into her ass. Despite Jack's best efforts to keep it all in, by now so much cum had been deposited into Miranda's rear passage that a long sticky trail had begun to trickle down her inner thigh. And the sound of hips pounding against Miranda's shapely backside was now combined with the slimy sloshing of cocks inside of Miranda's cum-filled asshole.

"Mmm, that's it," Oriana urged on the man ass-fucking her sister. "Pound her good. Make her feel that cock," She sat on the edge of the packing crate that Miranda had been situated on, her legs spread and her crotch directly in front of Miranda's face. "You enjoying that, whore? You like taking the cocks of every last man on this station?"

"Unh... unh... unh," Miranda grunted with every thrust inside of her.

Behind Miranda and the man currently taking her ass, Jack was on her knees in front of the next man in line, helping to keep him hard and ready for his turn at the Normandy's cum dumpster. "Think that's a yes," she pulled her mouth off the crewman's manhood to quip, before going back to expertly sucking cock.

"Hmm, normally you'd be right, Jack, but I don't think so," Oriana said, leaning forward to deliver a hard slap to her sister's hash-marked ass. "I think my slutty sister here is disappointed. If she wasn't so busy moaning like a whore, I'm sure she'd tell us that she wishes there were more men here to fuck her ass. A lot more. Enough to fill up her whole ass with hash-marks and force us to use her back to be able to still keep track."

Jack pulled away from the cock in her mouth with a laugh, just as the man currently fucking Miranda's ass grunted and came inside her. "Got a good fucking point, there. Well, we'll definitely take care of that when we get back to the Citadel. I know some places on that station where this dirty little slut can get all the cock she could ever want."

"Mmm, I think that would have to be a lot of cock, to satisfy this horny bitch," Oriana remarked. As the next man in line started fucking Miranda's ass, and Jack made a new mark on Miranda's ass before dropping to her knees to keep the next man in line hard with her mouth, Oriana grabbed Miranda by the hair.

"What do you think, my darling sister?" Oriana asked mockingly. "Would you like us to take you down to the lower wards on Omega? Sell you off to the scum of the galaxy and let them fuck you right in the middle of the street? Show the entire Citadel what a desperate, horny slut you really are? How does that sound to you?"

Miranda opened her mouth, but by now she had been fucked into an incoherent, babbling mess. "Mmm... unh... oh... hunh..." she moaned, eyes wide and delirious, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she grinned like an idiot and came again, for what seemed like the hundredth time just in the last few hours.

"Then it's a date," Oriana said with a wicked smile. "For now, though, I guess you'll just have to content yourself with eating me out like a horny dyke bitch." With a hard tug of her raven locks, Oriana yanked Miranda's head down to her naked crotch, and soon Miranda was obediently lapping at her sister's snatch. "That's it. Such an obedient slut. Lick that cunt like a good little whore."

Behind Miranda, the man currently taking his turn in her ass finished off, to be replaced by the last crewman in line. As he shoved his cock into Miranda's cum-filled ass, one of the first men to deposit his cum in Miranda had regained his erection, and strolled over to Oriana with his cock in his hand and a leering grin on his face. With a casual shrug, Oriana leaned over to take the man into her mouth, slurping on his prick while her sister eagerly tongued her slit. All around her, she could hear the moans and squeals of women coming, mixed in a beautiful symphony with the groans and grunts of men shooting their loads into every available hole. The normally stale-smelling recycled air of the Normandy was now filled with the unmistakable stench of hot sweat, wet pussy and fresh cum.

Heaven, Oriana thought to herself. My face stuffed with cock... Randa eating out my pussy... and all around me people fucking non-stop. This is heaven. How could I have considered resisting this, even for a second? Thank you, Samara. Thank you, Liara. Thank you for showing me true heaven.

As Oriana offered her silent thanks to the Normandy's two asari and their massive cocks, the one currently in her mouth jerked and started spewing cum onto her tongue. Oriana resisted the urge to swallow, collecting the man's load into her mouth until he finally pulled away, spent. Turning back to Miranda, Oriana yanked her sister's face away from her snatch. Miranda looked disappointed at the interruption, before Oriana pursed her lips and began dribbling the mix of cum and saliva in her mouth down towards Miranda's face. Obediently, Miranda opened her mouth to catch the sticky mess, a wide grin on her face as the gooey stream landed on her tongue. Most of it, that was; quite a bit of the sticky discharge splattered on her already cum-stained face, but Miranda hardly seemed to mind.

Not long after Oriana finished feeding her sister, the last man in line finally shot his load into Miranda's over-used asshole. He started to pull away, but Jack clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Not just yet, pal," she said, scratching the last hash-mark onto Miranda's backside before leaning down to her sticky, gasping face. "Good job, cheerleader. Every last man on this ship has spilled his cum in that pretty little ass of yours. But we're not done with you yet." A smirk came onto her face. "See, you are acting commander of the Normandy, after all. And if there's one thing a commander needs to do, it's to be willing to bear the burdens of her crew. To... carry their loads, you might say. And with the help of this, we're going to make sure you don't have any problems at all with that."

Jack reached down to the ground, and Miranda's eyes went wide as she saw what was in her former nemesis's hand: a massive, pitch-black buttplug.

* * *

"Take a deep breath. This will go so much easier if you just relax."

Samara followed Liara's instructions, as the younger asari lubed up her cock and crouched down to point it at Samara's exposed asshole. At the same time, she tried to fight the queer sensation she was feeling.

It wasn't that she objected to Liara getting her chance to find her own pleasure. Not after that amazing blowjob Liara had given her. And as Liara started forcing her slippery cock into Samara's anus, she had to admit that the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant.

But the way Liara had used her biotics to forcibly move Samara into position for this anal ravishing, without even asking Samara beforehand, left her troubled. She couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if she had said "no" to Liara, or whether that would have even been an option.

"Oh, that's it," Liara cooed, tilting her head back and moaning as her cock forced its way inside Samara's ass. Samara gritted her teeth and breathed, feeling the thick blue cock stretching her rear passage open. "That feels so fucking good," Liara said, just before she shoved forward the last inch. Buried balls-deep in Samara's ass, Liara took a moment to appreciate the sensation of having her cock gripped by Samara's anal walls, before she pulled halfway out and delivered a hard thrust into Samara's ass.

"Unh," Samara grunted, the unfamiliar sensation of being anally penetrated growing less and less painful as Liara slowly began pumping in and out of her ass. The asari maiden's tits, now more than twice their original size under the influence of the Prothean device, bounced with every hard thrust, and Samara's own sizable breasts shook with the force of Liara's anal pounding as well.

Furrowing her brow and letting out an aroused moan, Samara made to reach up and take hold of her own prick, wanting to jerk herself off as Liara fucked her ass. Only to find her hand paralyzed in place by Liara's biotics. Liara, sensing Samara's intentions, let out a small chuckle.

"No need to exert yourself... partner," Liara said, reaching down to take hold of Samara's bobbing cock. "I'll lend you a hand."

"Oh, Goddess," Samara gasped, the feeling of Liara's cock fucking her ass now bringing her nothing but pleasure. All while Liara's hand, still slippery from applying lube to her own cock, glided against Samara's foreskin. Her earlier disquiet about Liara's change in mood totally forgotten, Samara now reveled in the feeling of having a cock rammed up her ass. She only wished now that she reach up to play with her tits while Liara fucked her, but the biotics that Liara used still held her in place.

"Samara, I... I have to tell you something," Liara said between thrusts, her breathing heavy from the exertion of pounding Samara's ass. "And I'm... I'm not sure that you're... you're going to like it."

At this point, with how horny this maiden's cock was making her, Liara could have told Samara that she was secretly a Reaper in disguise, and Samara wouldn't have cared. Just as long as Liara kept fucking her like this, it didn't matter. None of it matter except for how good it all felt.

"This whole... partnership idea..." Liara said, still thrusting her hips forward while jerking on Samara's cock, "I'm afraid that... well, that it's not going to work out."

Samara wasn't sure how to respond, but before she could even provide an answer, Liara reached her other hand to take hold of Samara's prick as well. Not gently, though, but gripping hard enough to actually cause Samara pain.

Liara's brows narrowed dangerously, and she grinned as her eyes went black. "Embrace eternity, bitch."

* * *

In that instant, their minds were one. And within the very first moments, with all of Liara's memories and emotions laid out bare before her, Samara understood everything.

She saw the years that Liara had spent being a faithful and loyal companion to Shepard. Following in his footsteps, obeying his every command. How she had told herself that it was for the good of the galaxy, and that she owed it to her people to assist this human in defeating the Reapers.

And Samara saw how, despite this justification to herself, the resentment started to grow. For so long, Liara did everything she could to help Shepard. Even after his death, she fought to recover his body and deliver it to those who could restore him to life. Over and over again, she sacrificed for him. Did everything she could to help him. Make him happy.

And despite it all, he still only had eyes for her. That human bitch. Even after everything Liara had done for him, he still had chosen her. Went back to her. Slept with her. Even as Liara knew, knew without doubt that he would never have his deepest needs satisfied by her, it was still that human he went back to.

Samara saw the other things, as well. The secret things that only Liara and Shepard had known about before this meld. The sweat, the grime, the long nights in back alleys with a camera filming every last grimy detail. Showing him just how much she cared about him. Being what he wanted her to be. Doing the things she never would, over and over again, until it felt like the stink would never wash off of her. And yet, despite everything, still loving him. Still willing to do it all again if it meant that he would look at her like he looked at the other one. The one he had chosen. She would have done it a thousand times over if it meant she could have had him.

What do you know about what I want?

There was more. Other secrets, these ones that even Shepard didn't know. Couldn't know, even if Liara secretly would have loved to shown Shepard the truth. The dirty stains on the woman who he thought so pure, so innocent. But it would have hurt him. Left him hating both of them in the end: her for the betrayal, and Liara for hiding it for so long. More and more resentment building up, against Shepard. Against her. And against all of them.

I... I just want to feel him again.

Why had it been her people who had suffered such great losses? Palaven and Sur'Kesh and Earth and all of the other homeworlds were already recovering from the damage the Reapers had wrought, while Thessia still lay in ruins. Yes, there was Khar'shan, but considering the actions of the Batarian Hegemony against the rest of the galaxy, that could only be considered karmic justice in the end. But what happened to Thessia... how could that be considered justice? So many times she had heard people say it. That Thessia had gotten what it had deserved for hiding away their Prothean secrets. But just a few days as the Shadow Broker had shown her so many other secrets. Ones that paled in comparison to the ones that Thessia had hidden. Why shouldn't they have been the ones to watch their home planet burn beyond any possible hope of recovery? Why is it only the asari that are still picking themselves up out of the rubble?

So much resentment inside of such a young maiden. Resentment that, until now, had been buried deep in Liara's psyche. But just as the power of the Prothean device had removed the inhibitions of all of the humans caught under its thrall, so had it unearthed all of Liara's darkest, most primal emotions. Her resentment. Her anger. And most of all, her deep-seated desire to finally be the one in charge. To no longer take orders from anyone. To make Shepard and her and all of the others bow down to Liara's will for once.

And then Samara saw the plan. What Liara had in mind after Shepard and Ash returned to the Normandy. And as those images from Liara's mind passed through their joined consciousness into Samara's mind, Samara knew one thing in that very instant. A thought that came crashing through all the lustful urges and sinful desires that the Prothean device had awoken in her. A thought that reignited the Justicar teachings that Samara had nearly forgotten about in the midst of her passionate lust. A thought that soon grew to be the most important of all.

I have to stop her.

In answer to that thought, Samara heard caustic laughter in her mind. Stop me, Samara? Liara's voice inside of their shared consciousness. And how do you intend to do that?

You cannot do this, Liara, Samara thought back to her. It's insane. You would wreak havoc on...

Blah blah blah, Liara's mocking voice in her head. Goddess, do you ever get tired of being such a preachy bitch? Now, as I was saying: this partnership thing just isn't going to work out. On the other hand, I believe this arrangement would work so much better with me as the one in charge, and you as my loyal and faithful servant. How does that sound, hmm? Oh, right. I wasn't planning on giving you a choice in the matter.

Dimly, she could feel the tight grip of Liara's hands on her cock back in the real world. And Liara's cock, still relentlessly pounding away at Samara's ass. And despite her current circumstances, Samara could feel a smile creeping onto her lips.

I am afraid, Liara, that you have made a grave error. One that will be your undoing. Samara directed the threat to Liara mentally.

Oh, have I? Care to enlighten me, you sanctimonious Justicar bitch?

In their shared mental state, Samara could feel Liara's anger surrounding her, like an oppressive weight bearing down on her shoulders. But with all of her mental energy, Samara forced the weight off of her, and felt it slip away from her like air. She could hear Liara gasp in the real world at Samara's resistance.

You took me by surprise before, Liara, Samara thought, marshaling up all of her mental energy as she fought back against Liara. But now that I am aware that you are a threat, I am ready to defeat you. And with our minds joined in this fashion, you will have nowhere to escape to.

Escape? Does it look like I'm interested in escaping? Liara mockingly responded. Time to make your choice, Samara. Either you choose to serve me willingly, or I destroy your will through the meld and force you to be my slave. Better choose fast, though; if you haven't pledged yourself to me by the time I cum in your ass in the real world, then I'm afraid you'll leave me no choice.

Samara couldn't help but laugh internally at the maiden's braggadocio. Liara, you believe that you have won. But you have chosen to fight against a Justicar warrior. One with centuries more combat experience than you, who has tangled with asari with far more power than you could ever hope to achieve. I have been trained for years in the art of battle, both with conventional weapons, and the weapons of sheer mental will. So whether you fight me in the world of reality, or the battlefield of the mind, you will stand little chance against my experience. And if you will not surrender, I will be forced to... to...

In the real world, Samara gasped. And the vicious grin on Liara's face grew even wider.

Oh, what was it you were saying, Samara? About how much more powerful you are than me? I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of me snapping your mind like a twig.

No, Samara thought, pain coursing through her head as she felt Liara pushing back against her. It... it is not possible. You cannot be that... that...

You see it now, don't you? Liara's voice now boomed out in their shared consciousness, as loud as a bomb exploding. I am the Prothean's chosen one! We may have both touched the device, but I am the one onto whom they have bestowed their true power! They have made me into more than just some helpless, defenseless maiden, meekly bowing and scraping to everyone who thinks themselves better than her. I am the pinnacle of the asari race! The true potential of our species, finally realized. And right now... in this shared mind... I AM A GODDESS!

She was rambling. Insane. This idea that she had gained some massive amount of power from the Prothean device was utterly ridiculous. And yet... Samara found her mind weakening against the force of Liara's mental presence. The anger and resentment that Samara had felt from Liara's mind before was back on her again, only now it felt like the weight of a Reaper pressing down on her weak and fragile frame. It didn't seem possible, but Liara's mental willpower, her sheer mental strength was undeniable.

Maybe there truly was some change that the device had made to her mind. Increased her mental capabilities to unimaginable levels. Or perhaps it was just that the anger and resentment that had built up in Liara for so many years had grown so strong, so powerful that even the mental will of a Justicar Matriarch wasn't enough to fight against it.

Regardless, Samara realized with horror that if she fought against Liara in a battle of wills, she would lose. And Liara would dominate her mind to the point where her free will would be erased entirely.

In the real world, in a battle of biotics, Samara might have stood a chance. But Liara had her trapped here, their minds joined together, and the link could not be broken until Liara willed it to be. Samara wouldn't even be able to lie, fake submission to Liara in order to combat her in the real world; Liara would sense the deception immediately and no doubt break Samara's mind in retaliation. No... the submission would have to be genuine. Total surrender to Liara's will. Samara couldn't believe she was even considering it, but... what other choice did she really have?

What will it be, Samara? Liara tauntingly asked in her head. Will you choose to serve me? Or do I destroy your mind and make you my mindless slave?

There was still some part of her that wanted to fight back. But then Liara sent another shockwave of mental energy into Samara's mind, and in the real world Samara cried out in pain.

Submit to me, Samara, Liara demanded. Submit me to me and serve me, and I promise that you will sit at my right hand as we show the galaxy the true potential of the asari. Or continue to resist and watch as I destroy your mind, one neuron at a time. It will only last a few seconds in the real world, but in here? In here, it will last an eternity.

I... I... I s... su...

* * *

Throwing her head back on the bed, Samara cried out in surrender. "I submit!"

And just as she pledged her loyalty, her cock gave a hard jerk, and began spewing cum into the air. Samara let out pained grunts as she came, her cum splashing against Liara's grinning face and heaving tits.

"Say it again!" Liara called out, still gripping onto Samara's spewing prick while pounding her own cock into Samara's ass.

"I submit," Samara choked out, her body spasming as she kept cumming. "I submit, I submit, I submit."

"Yes!" Liara exclaimed, and thrust one more time in Samara's ass, her own cock swelling inside Samara before starting to shoot cum deep down into the defeated matriarch's bowels. Liara's body shuddered and her face beamed with malevolent triumph, as her massive load overflowed inside Samara's ass and dribbled down onto the floor. Meanwhile, Samara's prick continued jerking and spewing cum all over Liara, although the triumphant maiden hardly seemed to notice.

After both of their climaxes had finally ended, Liara took a step back from Samara. Her cock still stood hard and erect, but she was more interested in other forms of conquest. "Now then," Liara said coldly. "On your knees, my servant."

Numbly, with the last of her energy still remaining, Samara fell down off the bed and onto her hands and knees. Her shoulders slumped and her head held low, she stared down at the floor in utter defeat.

"Who do you serve, Samara?" Liara asked, crossing her arms under her cum-splattered breasts.

"I serve you, Liara," Samara responded, her voice soft and devoid of emotion.

Liara arched her brow. "Me... and no one else?"

"Yes, Liara," Samara responded.

"Not the Asari Republics?" Liara asked, and Samara shook her head. "Say it, bitch. Say you reject the Asari Republics."

"I... reject the Asari Republics."

"You reject the Citadel Council. Say it!" Liara demanded.

"I reject the Citadel Council," Samara numbly repeated.

"You reject the Justicar Code," Liara said. Seeing the hesitation come to Samara's face, Liara flared her biotics. "Say it, or by the Goddess I will break your mind!"

Samara took a deep, heaving breath. "I... I reject the Justicar Code," she said, the pain in her voice evident with every word.

"You will serve me, and only me, for the rest of your days," Liara said.

Looking up from the floor, Samara stared up into Liara's eyes. Not with defiance or anger... but with utter reverence. "I will serve you, and only you, for the rest of my days," Samara repeated.

Liara let out a caustic laugh. "Very good, my servant. Now then... time to truly prove your devotion." Gripping the base of her cock with one hand, Liara used the other to beckon Samara forward with a finger.

Utterly defeated, Samara shuffled forward on her knees, until her mouth was in reach of Liara's cock. Taking hold of the massive blue prick, Samara was soon lovingly sucking on her new mistress's throbbing shaft of meat.

"By the Goddess, Samara," Liara said mockingly, as Samara mindlessly slobbered on her prick. "Where did a withered old Justicar like yourself learn to suck cock so well?"

Samara said nothing, completely focused on pleasing her mistress. Liara reveled in the sight of the once-proud and independent warrior woman. Now just another obedient servant.

And there would be others. So many others. Speaking of which, Liara remembered what Samara had said earlier. She really should be letting Shepard know that everything was "safe" back on the Normandy. The sooner that he and Ash were back on the ship, the sooner that the two of them could be put into her service.

Glancing around the room, she wondered to herself where she had put her omni-tool. There were plans to be made, steps to be taken before the last two members of the Normandy crew returned, and Liara wanted to discuss these things with Miranda, Traynor, and Jack here in her office.

On our way, Liara heard the voices and let out a surprised gasp. It was like the three Normandy crew members had spoken, not over the Normandy's comms, but in her own mind. It took her a moment before she understood; once she did, her triumphant smile grew even wider.

Samara had said something before about how she was able to reach into the minds of all of the humans she had touched with her Prothean gift. Join consciousness with them just as if they were melded, even when they were far away. Somehow, in the course of joining with Samara and dominating her mind, Liara must have gained access to that gift as well. Sure enough, as she closed her eyes, she could feel all of the minds of the Normandy crew. Could feel all the pleasure they were experiencing as they continued their orgy down in the shuttle bay. Liara let out a long and throaty moan, the sensation of being in a meld with dozens of other minds at once like nothing she had ever experienced before.

The rest of you, stop what you're doing right now, Liara sent out the command, and she immediately felt all of the crew pause in their ceaseless fucking and listen attentively. The feeling of power that Liara experienced in that moment was better than any of the countless climaxes she had experienced over the past few hours. Get dressed and start cleaning up this place. I don't want Shepard or Ash to suspect a thing when they get back here. Feeling resistance in some of the linked minds to taking a break from their orgy, Liara barked out the mental command. Your mistress commands you!

Yes, Mistress, came back the responses of all of the Normandy crew. As her minions bowed to her will, Liara's cock throbbed in Samara's grasp, and soon Samara's mouth was flooded with Liara's load. Unlike Liara, Samara wasn't as skilled at swallowing down so much jizz at once, and cum soon spilled out of her mouth and down her chin.

Despite this, Liara still gave her new faithful minion a warm smile. "Very nicely done, my pet," she said, favoring Samara with a light brush across the cheek.

"Thank you... Mistress," Samara responded. Her eyes flicked across the semen dripping off of Liara. "Do you wish for me to clean my cum off of you?"

Before Liara could respond, the door to her office opened, and the three women she had summoned mentally stepped inside. "No need. That's what we have humans for." Turning to the new arrivals, Liara grinned, her face and breasts still dripping with Samara's cum. "We seem to have made a bit of a mess in here. Can't have Shepard coming back to see us like this, can we? Clean us off... with your tongues."

"Yes, Mistress," Miranda, Traynor, and Jack said in unison, the three of them smiling in pride. Obviously thrilled to be the ones chosen by the Mistress to clean her and her servant. As they stepped forward, licking their lips at the prize to come, Liara couldn't help but notice that Miranda was walking a bit oddly. She started to open her mouth to ask why, but then remembered that she no longer had to. Reaching out with her mind to Miranda's memories, she felt the cocks pounding her human servant's ass, as load after load of cum was deposited into Miranda. Afterward, Miranda gritted her teeth as Jack forced the sizable buttplug into her, telling her that she would be carrying the cum of her crew around for a good long while. Until Jack and Oriana decided she was done, in other words.

Seeing the memory and smiling to herself, Liara held up a hand in front of her. "Just a moment, Miranda," she said, and the dark-haired woman paused in her awkward walk forward. "Turn around for me, if you would."

Miranda obeyed, turning her back to Liara. On her backside, her left ass-check was covered in small black lines, with several spreading over to the right side of her backside as well. And right in the middle, a large black disc, connected to a bulbous plug currently shoved deep into Miranda's anal cavity.

"Mmm, so many marks," Liara said. As she beckoned Samara up to her feet with one hand, with the other she reached for the plug in Miranda's ass. "But I have to think there's room for... at least two more."
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