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Mass Effect: Vengeance	By : Unaplicable Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5580 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gorak Ran'perah had to admit the high arches and solid foundation feel was quite impressive. The architecture of the warship displayed strong organic lines. Some parts, he noted, were almost biomimetic nature.

In a high dome-like room, panelled in deep green metals. Rows of strange monitors a and devices lined the curving wall, all flickering with yellow light. A electronic hum acted as a pleasant background noise to various feminine grunts and alien curses. The reason for the current exotic mix of sounds was soon made clear; an asari had been captured, stripped and apparently suffering a significant amount of discomfort.

An asari was restrained between four cylindrical biotic dampener devices, slender wrists and lissom calfs were completely concealed within the greed metal hindrances. An asari with a flawless azure complexion, smooth unblemished blue skin was stark against the deep green of the surrounding dome. Slim black lines edged across her eyes and along her classically beautiful face, adding a glossy allure to her already striking features, although only the pure whites of her eyes could be seen currently as her body convulsed in erratic spams. Gorak had to admit, regardlessly of her current deplorable state, the asari was a beautiful specimen, a once perfect matriarch for all of Thessia to aspire too, physically.

"Aaaah"

It had a curvaceous, 5’8”, athletic figure, every part of her body was toned to utter perfection after almost two hundred years of commando training.

"nngghhh"

Her thighs and calves were slender and thick in all the right places, her ass like a heart-shaped double bubble of smooth and malleable feminine musculature, the blue globes jiggled in time with the prisoner’s hitches.

"Unnnnnnggghhhhhhh"

Her arms were slim yet undeniably toned, almost perfect in their flawlessly blue complexion, while her slender shoulders and corded, swan-like neck betrayed a kind of sylphic strength and graceful muscle tone that detracted nothing at all from the asari's sublimely feminine presence. Likewise, her abs were subtly striated with soft curves and flexing indentations of musculature, not unlike the slim and girlish bellies of many a Afterlife stripper.

"Ungh, ohh Gohhddess save *gasp* me!"

And of course, the asari's full, natural, DD-cup breasts sat firm and proud on her chest, utterly unaffected by the artificial gravity, swaying and jiggling in time with her sharp spams, her dark blue nipples puckered up to full erection, gleaming faintly with sweat and saliva that had dripped down from her agape mouth.

The batarian watched each toned limb tremble with tactile exhaustion, stretched taut in a loose X-shape. Even her cartilage tentacle-like protrusions were glistening with rivulets of perspiration trickling down onto the deep-green metal below. Gorak saw it as a testament of the asari’s near gymnastic levels of flexibility that she was able to stand tall and rigid in the strength sapping position.

The batarians had retro-fitted the dampeners with small needles that steady pumped Omega-Enkaphalin into the Matriarch's limps. Specifically designed by the traitorous humans of Cerberus, the drugs' effects were to suppress any and all biotic abilities. Gorak had trailed the drug on other asari captives and keenly watched the affects; a gradual reduce of powers and occasionally, permanent damage.

After turning back, Gorak saw the bondage consuming the asari’s lissom wrists and slender ankles, had forced the asari’s thick, smooth-blue, heart-shaped buttocks to tighten up over her hourglass hips. The blue complexion of her toned lower back was flawlessly smooth, and gleaming with speckles of perspiration. The batarian admired the way toned upper thighs and flaring hourglass hips converged into slim toned waist.

On closer gaze, Gorak noticed the asari’s ass-cheeks flex and dimple with each jolt. Her beautifully asari hips twitching with odd shocks. Each jolt made the undersides of her ass-cheeks jiggle, each shock flexed her ledged crease that curved up above the backs of her thighs. The asari’s thighs were stretched out with her calves in bondage, making her thighs seem long and thick and trembling.

Reaching towards the bright blue bubble-like ass-cheeks, Gorak sighing sank his rough fingers deep into the luscious flesh of the asari's heart-shaped ass.
The asari hissed expletives and tried to kick out with her legs, however, due to her current bondage all she could do was squirm. She could do little more than put on a sexy show for him as her long thighs and toned buttocks flexed and dimpled with frustrated effort. Gorak dug his thumbs down between the Matriarch’s plump glutes. He grasped one thick ass-cheek in each palm and pried them open, almost drooling over the deep valley of the asari’s trembling ass-cleavage. She fought against him, tensing her buttocks in a vain attempt to preserve at least a little modesty. But Gorak was determined. He wouldn't relent until he could make out the shiny azure lips of the asari's pussy, and the cute cerulean ring of her asshole.

‘’Gahh!’’. Nefeli screamed in useless anger. ‘’I am not some maiden stripper, you fucking batarian! I demand you release me at once!’’.

Gorak smirked at the asari, amused that she was still putting up a fight even in her current situation. However, he knew there were certain other purposes and plans for the lovely asari captives. So with regret, Gorak released his grip on the asari prisoner's blue ass, admiring the way her buttocks jiggled back to taut roundness as he let them go. He couldn't resist giving Nefeli's bare ass a couple of swats, just to watch the supple globes of flesh bounce and ripple. Then much to the asari Matriarch's fury, he pressed his palm up between her thighs and, cupping her barely covered pussy in his hand.

‘’GET OFF OF ME!’’, Nefeli screeched in pure feminine fury. The feeling of utterly biotic powerlessness was horrifying and alien to the asari, she had never felt anything like it before. All Nefeli was able to do was pointless struggle and spit of foul curses at the pungent batarian before her.

‘’Quiet now, you sound like a banshee’’. Gorak could only snigger at the look of outraged and hatred of her beautiful blue features. The asari Matriarch bared her teeth, and if looks could kill…

Gorak relished in her intoxicating fragrance. He described it as almost a smoky rich feminine musk. It reminded the batarian of Akantha, sweet liquor that Balak had a flavour for. The well-heeled scent of Nefeli's still supple mature flesh was a treat for the batarian's senses. There was no protection for the asari' plump pussy mound, as Gorak slowly edged his grasping fingers down over hitching toned musculature.
A rough callused finger brushed the asari’s pussy, causing her to jolt and shudder than ran the whole length of full curvaceous body. From trembling pouty purple lips and quivering toes. Sleek and shiny, with plump azure-hued lips that promised succulence and carnal pleasure. And she was completely hairless between her legs, not that asari could grow even a hint of stubble.

‘’Enough batarian! Are you satisfied, you degenerate?’’. Nefeli attempted and failed to gain control of her perilous situation, though the constant strain and exhausting acidic burn flaring up in her slender arms and thick muscled thighs.

She wanted desperately to pull away from the batarian's questing digits, to kick him in the face and leave him there out cold. However, the thick green biotic dampers secured her limbs to each points in the large room gave not an inch of freedom.
She had no choice but to submit to the batarian's lewd probing as he slid his fingers teasingly back and forth in the cleft of her by now embarrassingly wet pussy.
“Enough, you say?” Gorak grinned. “Not for a while, asari”.

He dipped the tip of his middle finger into the searing heat of Nefeli's juicy fuck-hole. He heard her gasp and felt her ass-cheeks twitch and clench reflexively beneath his palm. Ignoring several more pathetic threats of retribution, the batarian eased his finger deeper into the tight wet heat of the asari's cunt.

“Kra’tash, you're tight”, he breathed heavily on her blue ass.

He could feel her slick internal walls clenching down on his finger as he pushed it in further. Either she was trying to keep him out, or, as Gorak preferred to believe, the Matriarch Nefeli Doukas slowly losing her battle of wills and submitting to the batarian’s demands.

“Uuuuhh...”, Nefeli couldn't help but let out a low moan of shame as the batarian forced his finger knuckle-deep into the soft interior of her sex. Her whole body was beginning to tremble. Goddess, why was she so sensitive?!Nefeli quickly came to the believe that it was the lack of her biotics that made her so weak. But even she couldn't ignore the lewd wet sounds coming from below her waist as the batarian slowly finger-fucked her pussy.

Nefeli resolved not to show any emotion, yet even tensing her toned figure so much that she felt cramps burn within her muscles. Beneath the skin, the Matriarch’s muscles stood out hard as stone. Regardless of how stoic, Nefeli couldn’t help the subtle glaze of fear from entering her beautiful blue eyes, the trickle of sweat over her firm DD-cup and the nervous swallow of her sleek blue throat. Nefeli’s body was taut did provide a delicious visual of gratuitous alien sexualisation. Nefeli’s thick round buttocks were quite literally toned to perfection. Bubble-like and flawlessly smooth, her azure ass-cheeks allowed the batarian to sink his rough fingers in-between malleable flesh, before the huntress-toned bedrock stopped the groping finger’s decent.
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