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Angel Falling	By : Marie_Fanwriter Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 7083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4 –It only Gets Worse
As the title predicts this does get worse for Garrus.
I’m sorry Bioware. -.-

“Never had hallex? Well you’re in for a treat then.” Another sharp kick to the ribs had Garrus doubled over and gasping for a full breath. Hadron’s voice cut through the pained fog, “Hold him.”
His head was wrenched backwards with a strong pull on his fringe and dexterous fingers dug into his jaw, forcing his mouth open. A glass was forced to his mouth and liquid burned its way down his throat. Garrus couldn’t help but cough at the intrusion and he continued trying to pull away despite the digging fingers.
Once the glass was more or less emptied down his gullet his head was released and the collar turned on again. He could barely see straight at this point let alone keep up with the conversation happening in the background. In a last ditch attempt to get free he lunged at the leash holding batarian, he managed to knock him to the ground and the shock stopped. He was tackled by the guards once again but the electricity had stopped coursing through him and he could at least try to focus.
He was kicked a few more times before they put him back into the kneeling position they’d had him in earlier. Garrus panted hard his rumble never ceasing as he took stock of the situation. The batarian was down as were the two body guards he’d taken out earlier. There were still far too many enemies. His head was starting to get foggy and he couldn’t tell if it was the pain or the drugs. Zaeed was still out and Shepard had been gone about ten minutes now; she hopefully wouldn’t be much longer.
“I think it’s time we brought out the toys. Anyone have something they would like to start with?” Quickly a few of the criminals scrambled for the bar, pulling out various items and placing them at the ready. Hadron smirked at the downed turian before making his way to where tools had been laid out. He passed down the line and out of Garrus’ sight. “Now what do we have here? I’ve never seen something like this!”
Someone stepped up beside Hadron. “It’s a variation on a human design; it’s an open mouth gag with harness.”
“And how does this benefit me?” Hadron asked, taking the gag and moving back in front of Garrus. The human male had joined the turian; he was the one who’d brought the hallex.
“Allow me.” The man took the harness and strapped it onto Garrus’ face, when the captive struggled the powered collar was turned on again until he complied. Fingers found their way into the soft part of his jaw to force his mouth open. The harness fitted snuggly under his fringe and the mouth bit covered his teeth completely and kept his jaw open. “There we are. He’ll be ready to fuck soon with the amount of hallex T’Lysia gave him.”
Hadron looked slightly confused, rightly so. Turians with all their sharp teeth and powerful jaws weren’t known for giving blowjobs. “You should demonstrate for our guests Mr…”
“Marcs. I’ll gladly demonstrate. A virgin mouth like this one will need a bit of coaxing.” The gag was heavy in Garrus’ mouth and didn’t allow him to breathe well, it was made of a hard rubber and it felt like a mouth guard. The room erupted in laughter. “Might want to soften him up a little more though, who wants a go flogging him?”
The cheers of agreement and a fight for an order drowned out the laugher as a few people went to the bar to find proper implements. The guards at either side of Garrus moved to his sides and a stool was kicked in front of him. He was soon draped over it and the beating began. Hadron had them create a line and each criminal was given 3 strikes, from the tiny wheezing volus with a riding crop to the hulking mass of krogan that stood as his body guard with a leather bullwhip.
For the first few strikes Garrus managed to keep quiet, though when the krogan began his lashing the turian cried out. His voice cracked and came out muffled around the gag. He squeezed his eyes shut and stopped struggling against the guards. Just five people were all it took to get him to submit. Garrus bit down hard on the gag to keep from keening like a child. He could feel the blood seeping down his back.
Hadron held up a hand to the next in line, “He’s ready.”
A chair was placed in front of Garrus and the stool removed once he was pulled into a kneeling position again. He winced at the motion. On one hand he felt like he was floating along happily. On the other he knew his mind was clouded with pain and he couldn’t quite focus on anything that was happening around him. Marcs sat down in front of him, something fleshy coming out of his pants. Garrus knew he should know what it was but his mind couldn’t decide on anything specific, fucking hallex.
“So, you sink yourself into it just like you would on any human or asari bitch.” He pressed forward and with a firm hand on the back of Garrus’ head pulling the gagged mouth to his member. Awareness finally kicked in enough that Garrus realised what was about to happen and he tried to pull away, only to be shoved forward onto the offending object by a guard. Garrus nearly threw up. Marcs gasped in ecstasy. “That’s right, never had a proper blow job until you’ve had a turian!”
The man groaned loudly. Garrus tried to pull away but the guards held him fast. The room was nearly silent as Marcs fucked Garrus’ mouth. Uselessly he bit down on the gag, struggled against the guards, furiously threw his head around trying to dislodge the offending object. Marcs seemed to relish the challenge and moaned as he continued to describe the experience to the room, his hands continually pulling the hot mouth towards himself.
“Can’t beat how hot a turian is… oh yeah, just like that… their mouths are rough but the throat! Oh, that’s where it becomes irresistible, the soft contrasting with the roughness… oh fuck.” He thrust forward one final time, cutting off the airflow completely before pulling out and finishing on Garrus’ chest. Marcs panted and patted Garrus’ cheek. “Too bad he might be allergic; else I’d have finished proper.”
The room erupted in laughter and taunts were thrown at the downed man. A few men tried to push their way to the front, saying it was their turn. Marcs, now cleaned up, pushed himself out of the chair. Hadron patted him on the shoulder and gave him a turian grin, “Looks like you’ve given me a new game Marcs.”
“Wasn’t nothing. You should try him next; you can even finish it right.” Marcs gestured to the chair and Hadron took a seat.
“I think he might need a little more motivation, who was next?” Hadron asked, gesturing to the whipping implements. An asari stepped to the front of the crowd.
“He’s mine.” She said simply.
Hadron nodded, “Of course Lady Mievera. You have some strong Eclipse ties don’t you?” He waved off the guards holding Garrus down.
“I did. Until Archangel here killed Jaroth that is,” a blue light emanated from her hand and slowly coated her body. “He was my great-nephew.” The light shifted to purple and Garrus immediately recognized the swirling biotics, reave. He barely had time to steel himself before it hit, wreaking havoc on his nervous system. He cried out, his head fell back, and his body tensed up.
Hadron left the Matriarch to her fun for nearly a full minute before calling her off. Garrus fell to the floor, gasping for breath around the gag. The room was full of laughter once again and he was pulled off the floor and thrust onto Hadron’s cock. The fight had mostly left him now, it wasn’t until the back of his throat was hit that he began to resume his struggle. This time however no guards grabbed his arms. Hadron just took the lead and used it to keep Garrus’ head in place.
“I recall this working well on my human, I wonder if it’ll work for the great Archangel?” He raised the leash control and waited for a few people to encourage him before turning the powered collar on. It was on a lower setting than before but it still hurt more than Garrus would care to admit. “Oh it does… mmm. You thought he was tight before?” He groaned and purred, “Fuck that’s good.”
Hadron continued to thrust roughly and after a particularly hard one he held himself deep in Garrus’ throat. “Spirits! Marcs you’ve ruined me.” Garrus choked and sputtered but the bare-face didn’t relent. The turian’s equipment was larger than the human’s and his air supply was waning. He could see the edges of his vision disappearing to grey. Then he felt it. In a heated rush the offender came, holding Garrus’ head still and pressing his cock down his throat.
When Hadron finally pulled out, Garrus gasped for breath. Once he had half a solid breath in he coughed horribly, opaque fluid spilling from his mouth. His head was swimming and he barely felt it when he was kicked in the stomach. It seemed as though everyone wanted a piece of him as he was kicked again and fell back to the floor.
A third man had taken his place in the chair and was preparing himself for his turn. Garrus groaned as he was lifted, none to gently, off the floor. His focus was long gone; he couldn’t make out the white noise anymore. The seated human took hold of the lead and waved off the guards as Hadron had done. This time though Garrus had had more than enough and wasn’t numb from the reave. He pushed off with his feet and threw himself forwards head-butting the human in the stomach before launching himself towards the door Shepard had left through. It was a last ditch attempt but worth trying.
When he was tackled to the floor and pulled back to the center of the room he noticed Zaeed starting to move. Garrus was held down over the stool and Hadron himself raised his hand. The whip came down over and over again, it stung and cut into his hide. Garrus lost count of the strikes, it was obvious that he would continue to be used until these people had their fill… or he died. Shepard had long fallen from his thoughts.
When he was pulled up and placed into position for a fourth time the guards remained. The human had been replaced by a batarian. A shout from the other side of the room had the alien distracted.
“Get your bloody hands off him, ya four-eyed bastard!” Zaeed had apparently come to. Garrus pulled against the guards and turned to look at the mercenary, he was standing and pulling against the railing he was cuffed to. He’d managed to get his hands on one of his own guard’s pistols. Apparently the guard, who was now on the floor at Zaeed’s feet, had been too busy watching the entertainment rather than paying attention to the unconscious merc. He brandished the weapon and trained it on the nearest man.
Marcs spoke up, “This doesn’t concern you, old man. Ch’arr continue.” The batarian took hold of Garrus’ head and pulled him towards his manhood despite the turian’s efforts.
“It bloody well does, rat bastard. Now get off him.” Zaeed yelled. A krogan levelled his shotgun at the handcuffed merc.
And it was that exact moment that Shepard walked in.
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