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Culture Shock	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 18748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"So what did you think?"

John reclined back on the bed, trying to figure out what he'd just watched. "It was ok, I guess."

"Okay? Okay?"

He couldn't help but smile at the indignant expression on Tali's face. She was never cuter than when she was outraged and defending the honor of her favorite vid. "Come on, it was just sort of average---"

"Fleet and Flotilla is a classic! It won awards and everything!"

“Producers bought the judges, I’m guessing.”

Tali could only tolerate a certain amount of Fleet and Flotilla criticism before snapping, and Shepard’s last remark had pushed her over the brink; the next thing the Commander knew, his quarian girlfriend was assaulting him with a fluffy pillow to the face.

"Hey, hey! Save the violence for the Collectors!"

Tali crossed her arms and turned away. “I’m never talking to you again.”

John leaned over and gently wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling against her neck as he tried to soothe her wrath. “Ok, it was better than I’m willing to admit. That song was beautiful.”

She liked how his strong arms held her tight, but she wasn’t willing to give in that easily. “Don’t you mean it was just sort of average?”

Shepard slipped two fingers against the side of her mask, clicking it loose and gently exposing the angelic face she hid from the world. She turned over her shoulder to meet his lips, and their kiss went on for a blissful eternity until they finally broke away. "I mean it was beautiful, and I'd love to hear you sing it again."

Tali shifted around until she was face-to-face with John, locked in his embrace, her delicate hands unbuttoning his shirt even as he snaked his fingers under her suit, driving her sensitive skin crazy with his caress. Soon his shirt was off, and she ran her hands over his powerful chest, growing more aroused by the second as she pulled him close for her song.

"Let the moon's shining light hide two lovers with its rays/ Though I know that dawn will set us on course for separate ways/ I will hold this night in memory for all my living days/ Now unmasked, I feel your skin on mine."

"Beautiful," he murmured, his fingers traveling down the small of her back to cup that perfect ass in their grasp. "Just like you."

The engineer's own fingers were busy fiddling with the button at the top of John's pants, but they never broke eye contact. Lying flat against each other, they gazed into each other's souls, sharing the longing of their hearts even as their bodies blindly explored each other. "Are you sure you're not just saying that to get me into bed with you?" she whispered, her lips brushing against his for an instant.

“Well, that too….”

Tali giggled as she wrapped her legs around Shepard. “You’re shameless.”

“And you love it.”

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"SHEPARD! SHEPARD, STOP!"

All of EDI’s synthetic strength wasn’t enough to pull John off Balak or even slow his murderous rage; even as the android and Specialist Traynor tried to stop the Commander, he rained blow after furious blow down on the batarian's face, commanded only by the urge to see him broken on the floor.

"He's too strong!" Traynor yelled, "Commander, please stop, you've got to stop --- someone call Lieutenant Vega, just get help!"

The specialist's words were faint echoes to Shepard, whose ears drowned out all sounds save the constant thud of his fists beating down on Balak's face, now slick with blood and purple from the sudden onslaught. In that red, terrible moment, nothing else mattered to Shepard; not the war, not the Reapers, not Earth burning, not the fact that he needed Balak to save them all. One train of thought alone drove him: this bastard needed to pay for whatever he'd done to Tali.

Suddenly, the crackle of lightning resounded in his ears, and his body was filled with pain as an electric surge designed to stun a krogan surged through him. With all the adrenaline active within him, it took a while for the current to drop him, but he finally fell to the floor with a groan. His aching flesh didn't hurt as much as the sight of what had hit him: Chatika, the VI-drone that Tali never left home without.

"S-stop," Tali's voice trembled as she commanded her drone through her omni-tool, preparing another charge. "Stop hitting Master, o-or I will d-do it again."

Sprawled on the floor, still recovering from the charge, John couldn't reply to the woman he still loved. He couldn't plead for her to explain what had happened, to forgive him for giving the Admiralty Board the evidence against her father. He couldn't fall at her feet and beg her to come back to him. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, rendered temporarily useless by the stun attack.

Unfortunately for him, Balak wasn't quite as inconvenienced. The batarian stumbled back onto his feet, all four eyes apoplectic with rage, and began savagely kicking Shepard in the ribs. "You dare? You DARE? Human filth, by the time I'm done with you there'll be nothing left but----"

"BACK OFF! NOW!"

The roared order came from Garrus, who'd rushed up to the 2nd deck upon hearing of the commotion. His Hierarchy-issue Phaeston was aimed squarely at the spot between Balak's eyes, and by his side stood James Vega and Steve Cortez, both brandishing firearms of their own. Liara stood right behind them, her face bewildered and shocked.

"Give us a reason, asshole," Vega growled.

Balak may have been a monster, a murderer and a madman, but he wasn't a moron; it was more than clear from the fire in the assembled crew's eyes that he wouldn't survive the next ten seconds if he kicked Shepard again. He stepped away from the Commander and invoked the authority he'd been given onboard the Normandy.

"Lower your weapons," he barked, "your superior officer commands it."

They stared at the batarian in disbelief before Garrus finally spoke. "We don't take orders from you, Balak--"

"Ah, but you do," Balak grinned, taking smug satisfaction in their surprise. "Or has no one informed you of my status here?"

"H-he's joining the Normandy," Traynor squeaked, terrified by the prospect of a violent firefight in the CiC. "Hackett already signed off on it."

"Why the hell would Hackett let this asshole onboard?" Vega demanded.

"That insolence will cost you, Alliance swine," Balak spat, "Surely you've heard of the sudden strides in the completion of your Crucible?"

"What's that got to do with anything---"

Balak spread his arms wide, posing before the crew like the messiah he clearly believed himself to be. "You're welcome."

In their collective shock, the crew turned to Liara, but even the Shadow Broker wasn't privy to the information that the Alliance and the Hegemony had forged a bitter agreement. She'd heard that the Crucible project had recently managed to make large jumps in its completion schedule, but her sources hadn't been able to confirm the cause. "That was you?" she asked. "How could that possibly be true?"

"That was I," Balak confirmed, "it was our scientists who first discovered the Reaper threat. Our people who dissected the ancient Leviathan of Dis. We made discoveries about their nature and their weaknesses that the rest of you in your mighty Citadel could barely fathom. Why else would the Reapers strike our empire first? They feared us. They knew we were the greatest threat the galaxy could offer them."

"Rubbish," Liara retorted, "the Hegemony got in over their heads with something they could never control, and by the time you figured that out, they'd already indoctrinated your people. They struck Khar'shan first because you were an easy target, Balak. And you have only yourselves to blame for that."

Balak glared at her for a murderous second, before forcing himself to smile. Whether they accepted the truth or not was immaterial. "Believe what you want, asari. All you need to know is that I do not take orders from you. My authority on this ship outstrips all of you. Get out of my way," he looked over his shoulder at Shepard, only just regaining control of his limbs, "and clean this human filth off the deck before I get angry. Batarians expect order on our ships. Come, slave. I will retire to my quarters now."

"Slave?" Garrus barked. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Balak's four eyes bored into Garrus' two, an expression of mock surprise plastered across his greasy visage. "The suit-rat is my lawful servant, turian. What of it?"

Liara stepped between Balak and Tali, but the quarian girl flinched away when the asari tried to touch her. "Tali, what's wrong?" Liara whispered. "Talk to me, please."

Garrus and Vega's guns were still trained on Balak, but the batarian ignored the aggression directed his way and calmly walked past them to the elevator on the other end of the CiC. "Come, slave," he repeated.

"She's not going anywhere," Garrus growled.

As the elevator's doors opened, Balak turned around and smirked at Garrus. "She is welcome to stay with you, if she wants. Slave, your master orders you to come. Obey."

"Tali," Liara urged, "You don't have to listen to him, we can protect you---"

Caught between her past and her present, Tali's mask hid her fright and confusion away from her old friends, but eventually, to Liara's shock and dismay, she pulled her hand free from the asari's grasp and fled to the other side of the room, scurrying into the elevator with her head bowed, taking shelter behind her master.

Balak's pitiless grin made the blood of everyone who could see him boil. "When Shepard is fit again, tell him we need to speak about the division on power on this pile of scrap. Until then, stay out of my sight."

"Dooonlettimgooo," a voice slurred, and the crew turned around to see Shepard struggling to pull his body up, gripping one of the navigator's seats to balance himself. "Stoppim..." he managed to spit out, before he slipped back down again. EDI grabbed him under the arm and propped him back up, just in time for John to see the elevator close behind Balak --- and Tali.

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As the elevator began its quick descent down to the crew deck, Balak maintained a stony silence. Once the doors opened, he grabbed Tali by the arm, ignoring her yelp of pain, and dragged her into the lounge, sealing the door shut behind him as he let loose the rage that had built up since she had rescued him from Shepard's attack.

"I did not need your help, whore!" he bellowed, his four eyes bulging with apoplectic rage as Tali quivered on the floor before him. "You dare humiliate me in front of the scum that destroyed Aratoht?"

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry!" Tali sobbed, gripping his feet as she kneeled in obeisance. "It w-won't happen again, please don't punish me--"

Balak pulled his feet away as he walked over to the lounge's sofa and parked himself down. Batarians knew the importance of keeping a slave in line and mindful of their place, but it always amazed them how quickly and naturally the quarians took to servility. Centuries spent as pariahs probably had something to do with it --- unpopular due to their status as the creators of the hated geth, quarians could almost only find work as indentured laborers at the galaxy's major industrial centers, whether Ilium or Khar'shan. It was either that or spend their days digging through the garbage for anything even slightly valuable. Something had settled into the quarian consciousness over time; something that told them they were weak and at the mercy of the strong, something that was the first lesson every young quarian who ventured out of the Migrant Fleet for the first time on their Pilgrimage quickly learned. Even this one, once an admiral's daughter, had been broken with ease, even if she required a touch of reinforcement every now and then.

If only the asari were so easily tamed. That one called Liara had offended him, after all.

"Don't let it happen again," he growled. "Do you know how fortunate you are, slave? Do you know how many batarian commanders would have had a companion of Shepard publicly executed?"

"Y-yes, master.......thank you, master...."

"Stop your sniveling," he ordered. "Service me now. Prove your loyalty."

"Yes, Master," Tali cried in relief, crawling over to Balak on her hands and knees as she placed herself between his outstretched legs, hastily undoing the knot of his robes as she went about the process of pleasing her owner; to show him that she was still loyal. She was indeed lucky, and she knew it; from her brief time on Khar'shan during the early days of her slavery, when she was being trained for the job, she saw how brutal the other batarians could be to their slaves. As long as she satisfied his needs, Balak kept his anger reserved for the battlefield.

Balak's long, slippery batarian cock fell out of his robes as Tali succeeded in letting it loose, stroking it to hardness before she unclasped her mask and took it into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down in his lap as she sucked him off. Over the past few months, she'd serviced him dozens of times --- sometimes he was in a good mood and allowed her to decide how he would use her body, other times he preferred to remind her of her place by defiling her, forcefully and painfully. She tried her best to keep him in a good mood, using every encounter as an opportunity to get better at her duties. She still wasn't very good at it, but she was determined to improve, using her tongue to lick and tease every inch of his length with the earnest passion of a much more experienced whore.

Balak's blood was still pumping in his ears from the skirmish he'd just emerged from upstairs, but the feeling of her soft young lips wrapped around his organ was going a long way in soothing that adrenaline. He held her head down against his crotch, making her take him as deep as she possibly could, and then loosening his grip to let her rise back to the surface again. In unfailing rhythm he repeated the process, savoring the sensations of his slave's ministrations, as his cruel brain burned with pleasure at the thought of defiling Shepard's former consort onboard his own ship and in front of him to boot. When he reached his climax he pulled her so close her nose brushed against his abdomen, groaning as he pumped batarian semen straight into her belly as she gulped and gulped to keep pace with how much she had to swallow. When the last dregs of his fluids were released, he lifted his hand, and she rose up again, gasping as she opened her mouth wide to let him see him cum splatted along her teeth and tongue, before she gulped one final time to swallow it all down.

"Good, whore," he told her, patting her on the head. "But I am not yet convinced. I will be ready again soon, and you can try to prove yourself once more then."

Tali was used to multiple sessions at once, and she knew better to complain. While Balak waited for his erection to return, Tali kneeled further down and cupped his greasy balls in her mouth, sucking his orbs gently to hurry him along the path to recovery. Master and slave could both feel his penis begin to stir again from its brief slumber, and they knew she was successful. Tali was glad all her practice had paid off, and Balak was impressed at how quickly she had learned.

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Karin Chakwas had dropped everything and rushed down to the CiC to attend to John once she heard what happened. The Commander was a sturdy man, but the shock he'd taken was enough to fell a krogan, and it could play havoc with the nervous system of even the toughest soldier. Fortunately, no serious damage was done, and she'd managed to get John back on his feet again. Shaky feet, but he could walk by himself without fear of stumbling again.

Where there was once rage, there was now only a deadly focus; the same focus that had earned him that infamous moniker on Torfan, the same drive that had seen the Collectors vanquished before him.

"What do we do?" Liara asked. "We should call the Migrant Fleet --- let them know Tali needs their help---"

"Not an option," Shepard replied briefly. They didn't know the details of Tali's exile, or how she was now persona non grata with the Migrant Fleet.

"But--"

"It's not an option, Liara," Shepard repeated, his firm tone making it clear he didn't want to revisit the subject. "Tali's one of us. We're handling this ourselves. I need you to find out how she got mixed up with Balak. Garrus, contact Victus and ask him what the Hierarchy thinks of this deal with Balak. If I have to overrule Hackett with a foreign head of state, I will."

"Where are you going?" Vega asked.

"I'm going to have a talk with Balak," John replied, punching the third button on the elevator's panel. "You have your orders, get to work."

When the door closed behind him, shielding him from their gaze, John permitted himself one brief moment of despair as the doubts and recriminations of the last few months found new material to work with.

This is your fault, they told him. She'd be safe with her people if it weren't for you.

But the moment passed, and John quickly banished those demons to the abscesses of his mind. Truth be told, he wasn't sure how this new encounter with Balak was going to play out, but there would be room for doubt; only decisive action. When the elevator opened onto the crew deck, he found himself staring at the doors to the lounge for an eternity, unsure of how to start. Pressing his ear against the door, he could hear nothing from inside, but that wasn't much of a surprise given that the doors were several inches of thick steel.

Gathering his nerve, he pressed down on the holographic interface and ordered the doors to slide open........and all the nerve he had built up quickly dissipated once he entered, replaced by the demons he had just suppressed as his eyes caught the sight of Tali on her knees in front of Balak, her head bobbing up and down in the bastard's lap, unmindful of the visitor.

"Take a seat, Shepard," the batarian grinned, as he felt himself fill his slave's mouth with his seed for the second time. "Let's talk."
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