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Total Domination	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 27541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Two weeks later, Ash stepped off the shuttle and into the scummy den of thugs known as Omega. She had spent her flight over trying her best to look the part of the experienced mercenary whose identity she would be taking on for this mission. Her dark hair was trimmed short, the better to keep anyone from grabbing hold and taking advantage, and she had light smudges of dirt and grime on her face. She had spent some time before leaving firing her weapon at an old set of armor, to give it the appropriate battle scarred look.

She looked, in a word, like shit. And making her way through the crowds of Omega, she couldn't have fit in better.

The Council hadn't been kidding about this tournament being a secret. She saw no signs or announcements about the event, and just about the only clue that Ashley had that the Council hadn't made a mistake was the large number of muscular, dangerous-looking women milling around the station. Ashley met all of their eyes without fear. They may have been in a few barroom brawls in their time, but they were going up against an Alliance Marine. They had no idea what they were getting into.

Reaching the designated spot, Ash kept her eyes open for Rhia. As her eyes scanned the crowd and saw a familiar face, though, she cursed under her breath.

The woman locked eyes with her, and before she knew it, was making her way through the crowd toward Ash.

"Wouldn't have expected to see you here," said Karen Shepard, looking strange not wearing her uniform or battle armor. Instead, she was wearing some kind of formal outfit, definitely out-of-place in the dingy confines of Omega. "Meeting someone?"

Grabbing Shepard by the shoulder, Ash pulled her into a back alleyway. "Dammit, Shepard, I'm on a mission here! It's not going to help my cover if I'm spotted talking to one of the most well-known humans in the galaxy, is it?"

"Sorry, I didn't know," Shepard said, still friendly even after their last encounter had gone so poorly. It had been almost a year since Horizon, but Ash could still feel the anger burning inside her. And here again, Shepard was just strolling up to her and acting like nothing was wrong. Like she hadn't spent two years dead and returned to join an anti-alien terrorist group.

"Shepard, I don't know what you're doing here, but I can't be seen with you," Ash said. "I'm here investigating something for the Council, and..."

Shepard nodded. "The fighting tournament."

This caught Ash by surprise. "You knew? How did..." And then it made sense. "Dammit. Liara is hedging her bets, isn't she? I guess you're in this tournament too, then?"

"Of course not, Ash," Shepard said. "I just came to support a few friends of mine who managed to get in. Me and Aria go way back, and I was able to pull some strings to put a few new fighters on the roster."

Now Ash was really pissed off. Liara had to know that Ashley was going to be in the tournament. Didn't her old shipmate trust her enough to get this mission done? She had to call on Shepard to put in ringers, too?

"Doesn't matter," Ashley said, her tone abrupt. "Better tell your Cerberus friends they'll be coming back with a few new bruises once they tangle with me, 'cause I'm not holding back on anyone."

She expected Shepard to defend her teammates, or simply laugh it off. But instead, Shepard gave her the oddest stare. "How much did they tell you about this tournament, Ash?"

"They said it was a fighting tournament," Ash replied, squaring her jaw. "That's all I needed to hear to know I was going to win it all."

Throwing her head back, Shepard started laughing. "Oh, this is amazing! I'm so glad Aria got me tickets to see this!" Wiping her eyes, Shepard grinned at Ashley. "Tell you what, Ash. After you decide to back out of this, come out here and meet me. I'll pull some strings with Aria and get you a spectator pass, and we can catch up on old times while we watch the real fighters."

"Real fighters? Back out?" Ashley said, keeping her confident demeanor even as something in Shepard's expression was making her nervous. "No damn way. Liara may not trust me enough to do this on my own, but I'll show you and her just what I'm capable of."

This sent Shepard into another wave of snickers. "I'm sure you will, Ash," Shepard said. "Just... trust me on this. When you find out what this tournament is all about, just come meet me outside."

"Not gonna happen," Ash said. She glanced over Shepard's shoulder and saw a familiar face. "My contact is here. From here on out, you don't know me. Understand?"

Shepard gave her a nod. "Not a problem. Have fun out there."

"I will," Ash defiantly answered, as she moved past Shepard to get Rhia's attention.

"Have you got a minute?" the intimidating asari said as she approached.

Ashley glanced to the side and muttered. "Can it wait for a bit? I'm in the middle of some calibrations."

Rhia nodded, the code phrases exchanged properly. "You're Ash, then?"

"Yeah," Ash replied, keeping her voice low to be barely heard above the milling crowd.

The asari took a step back, and Ashley felt a little uncomfortable as Rhia began nakedly staring at her body. "Hmm, yeah. I can see why they picked you. Nice muscles, but a fine set of curves, too. Aria's gonna love you."

"Thanks, I guess," Ashley said. "So, when does this thing start?"

"In about a half hour, actually," Rhia said, directing Ashley to walk with her. "You arrived just in time. Just need to get you fitted and then Aria's gonna give her big opening speech."

"Fitted?" Ash asked, as Rhia led her past a batarian guard into a long, dark tunnel. "I've got my fighting gear on under this armor, it'll work fine."

Rhia gave Ash a sidelong glance, a crooked smile on her face. "Oh, that's right. I did... forget to let the Council in on the whole story with this tournament."

Ashley was starting to get nervous. First Shepard, now her contact. "Okay, what's the big secret here? This isn't a death-match sort of thing, is it?"

Rhia responded with a laugh, which was getting to be the standard answer whenever she asked for more details on this event. "Nothing of the sort, Ash. Just... it's probably not the sort of fighting you're used to, let's say."

Before Ash could get more details, they reached a second guard. He scanned Rhia and gave a nod, then turned his attention to Ash. "Who's this?"

"Last minute addition," Rhia explained. "Her name's Isis, she should have been added to the roster yesterday."

The batarian shook his head. "All these new girls being added. This keeps up, everybody's gonna know about this damn thing." He held out his scanner, and gave a nod. "She checks out. Go see Palina, she'll get you measured up for your fighting clothes."

The two women entered the door into a hallway, and Rhia led Ashley toward their next destination.

"So, you've fought in this before?" Ashley made small-talk with Rhia as they walked.

"Fourth year running," Rhia said proudly. "Almost made it to the finals last year, but my tag partner couldn't keep up."

Ash frowned. "So, this is a tag team tournament?"

"Sort of. Sometimes you'll be on your own. Sometimes in a team. From what I hear, you're a pretty good fighter, so if you need a partner, I'll back you up."

Ash gave her a nod of appreciation. "So, you gonna finally let me in on what the big secret is with this tournament?"

Rhia gave her a mischievous grin. "Aria's going to give us all an orientation speech at the start. Better to wait until then."

Ashley wanted to press further, but they had reached their destination. A door slid open to reveal an asari matriarch, a lit cigarette dangling from her mouth, and a meek-looking maiden at the other side of the room.

"You first," the matriarch growled, pointing at Rhia. Stepping in front of the aged asari, Rhia began stripping off her clothing. As Ash watched in shock, Rhia was soon completely naked. Folding her clothes carefully, she handed them to the maiden, who placed them away in one of a row of small lockers.

"Hold still," said the matriarch, who pulled out a measuring tape and began wrapping it around Rhia's medium-sized chest. All business, she took Rhia's hip measurement next, and then rolled the tape back up. "A number 23," she called out to her partner, who pressed a series of buttons on a panel in the wall nearest to her. After a few seconds, a small satchel slid out from a chute in the wall, and Rhia took it from the maiden and went through the door into the next room.

"You next, human," the matriarch said, and Ash hesitantly stepped forward. She tried to keep her hands from shaking as she unfastened the latches on her armor, removing it slowly. As the matriarch watched impatiently, Ashley pulled off the grubby tank top and gym shorts she had planned to compete in. She stood in her sports bra and briefs, shivering slightly in the cool air.

She heard a loud voice from behind her. "Come on, sweetie, we haven't got all fucking day."

As Ash turned around, she tried not to display her surprise. Standing at the door were Shepard's shipmates. The one yelling, the only information they had on her was a name, Jack, and that Shepard had freed her from a prison ship shortly before it crashed and burned. The other, she was more familiar with. Miranda Lawson, known associate of the Illusive Man, now believed to be working directly for Commander Shepard.

Ash stripped off her underwear, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself than was necessary. While she doubted Shepard's allies would blow her cover intentionally, they most likely knew who she was, and it was probably best to limit her contact with them as much as possible. Now standing naked, she tried not to flinch as the asari matriarch's cold hands brushed against her bare flesh. After taking the necessary measurements, she called out. "Number 38," and the maiden gave Ash a friendly smile as she handed her the satchel that came out of the chute.

Heading through the door to the next room, Ash glanced over her shoulder just in time to see the busty Miranda unzipping her jumpsuit. Shepard had one hell of a loyal crew, Ash had to give her that, if they were willing to involve themselves in... whatever the hell this whole thing was.

As Ash walked naked down the hallway, she opened up the package she had been handed and frowned. This couldn't be right.

Dammit, what had she gotten herself into?

At the next bend, Ash spotted Rhia waiting for her. The asari had already donned the contents of her package.

"Is this a joke?" Ash said, as she pointed to the small bikini top Rhia wore. "They expect us to fight in this? Somebody breathes on this the wrong way, and I'll be popping out all over."

Rhia just smiled at Ash. "Just go ahead and get dressed. Aria's going to be coming out in a few minutes, and you want to be... presentable."

Sighing, Ash strapped on the bikini top that had been in her package, and then tied on the tiny bottoms included as well. She felt utterly ridiculous, like she was heading out to battle in her birthday suit. Looking at her partner, she didn't know how Rhia managed to look so self-assured in such little clothing.

It suddenly occurred to Ashley that this was the first time she'd ever seen this much of an asari's bare skin before. Even in Chora's Den, the dancers' outfits covered up more than this. And Rhia was definitely the most muscular asari Ashley had ever seen before. Seeing the light scars on several places on her body, Ash couldn't help but wonder what Rhia did when she wasn't wearing bikinis and competing in underground fighting tournaments.

Ash wanted to ask Rhia more about how they were expected to fight like this, but Rhia was already grabbing her hand, dragging her through the door at the other end of the hallway.

The room they entered looked like the scuzziest gym Ash had ever seen. Weights, heavy and speed bags, and every manner of workout equipment filled the large room. Many of them currently in use by the 40 or so women already in the room. All of them were dressed in the ridiculously small bikinis that Ash and Rhia were wearing, but they were muscular and scarred enough to still look intimidating, even half-naked.

Ash heard the door slide open behind her, and Jack and Miranda stepped in. Miranda looked seconds away from having her sizable breasts fall out of the bikini top she was wearing, and the entirety of Jack's body art was on display. Ash tried her best not to acknowledge them as they walked in among the crowd.

As soon as the door shut, Ash heard a metallic sound of footsteps above her. Looking up, she finally noticed the steel walkway that crossed the upper area of the room. Flanked by two batarian bodyguards, Aria T'Loak was about fifteen feet above them, as she reached the middle of the walkway and leaned out to address them.

"All of you are here today," Aria began, "because you have been chosen. Chosen to compete in a tournament that has been held on Omega for the past 50 years. I've selected a lot of fine competitors this year, I can tell by looking at you all. But by the time this day is over, there will be only one left. So, which of you thinks that you have what it takes to win... Total Domination?"

The crowd of women let out loud cheers and cries, Ashley trying to fit in by joining in the noise.

"Most of you have competed before," Aria said. "But we have a few newcomers here today," Aria looked around the room, and for a second it felt like her eyes locked square on Ashley. But just as soon as the stare was there, it was gone. "So I'll explain how the rules of this tournament work."

"This year, we have five competition areas. Four singles rooms, and one tag team room. We leave it up to the competitors to decide who they want to fight, and when. One you've chosen an opponent, let the fight coordinator know, and you'll be assigned a competition room. And then... that's when the real fun begins."

The women in the room cheered again.

"Now you're free to do whatever you want while you're fighting. Bite, claw, scratch, there are no prohibited maneuvers. The only exception is no biotics, but each of our fighting rooms has a biotic suppression field enabled, so try all you want. It won't work. Other than that, anything goes."

"But here's the important part: how you win. For those of you looking to score knockouts or make your opponents bleed, feel free, but you're not going to get far in Total Domination with that attitude. There are two ways to score points in Total Domination. The first is with submission holds. You earn Control Points for every 30 seconds you keep your opponent locked in a hold, for a maximum of two minutes. After that, the hold is released, and the fight continues."

"And then there are the Style Points," said Aria, and the crowd let out cat calls and hollers. "And I think we all know how those are earned, but for the benefit of our new competitors, I'll give the details."

Ashley felt a chill run down her spine. Somehow, she knew that whatever was coming next, she wasn't going to like.

"Style Points are earned," Aria declared, "by sexually dominating your opponent. Kissing, breast fondling, pussy fingering and licking... the more you force on your opponent, the more Style Points you earn. Each match will last twenty minutes: two nine-minute rounds, with a two minute time-out in the middle. Once those two rounds are up, we total up the Control Points and Style Points of each competitor to determine the winner. The loser is out of the tournament, and the winner gets 10,000 credits and continues on to choose a new fight."

Aria smirked down at the crowd. "But what happens before that, ladies?"

"TOTAL DOMINATION!" cried out most of the women in response.

"Indeed," Aria responded. "Once the match is decided, the winner has ten minutes with the loser, to do with as they please. Whatever they want to do to their opponent, whichever of our wide selection of devices they wish to use on them, everything is fair game. And ladies, do remember that if you lose, and resist the winner in any way, that ten minutes goes to twenty. And if you resist after that, the winner gets thirty minutes, and several of my staff will... assist the winner in helping you accept your defeat. So, please, be good sports about this. If you aren't, it'll only get worse for you."

Spreading her arms wide, Aria called out to the crowd. "The arena is ready, and the crowds are ready to see you all inaction. Find your opponents, and may the best woman win!"

As the crowd of competitors cheered, Ash resisted the urge to pass out.

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