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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Ka'hairal Balak, Lord of Omega, stared out of the windows of Aria's former office with a look of mild disdain. Hands crossed behind his back, he looked down at the city streets teeming far below him. From this high up, he couldn't make out any individuals among the throngs of Omega citizens. But still, he felt like he could still hear them. Grunting and gasping as they thrust their various parts into filthy human holes. The thought of it disgusted him.

"Lord Balak," said Garka, addressing Balak by his new title without hesitation as he entered the office. "Just wanted to inform you that..."

"Tell me something, Garka," Balak said to his second-in-command. Garka had earned that much by helping Balak take Omega from the inside, even if Balak thought the man highly overestimated his own intelligence. "Have you joined the rest of these... people in their celebrations yet?"

Garka looked at the back of Balak's head from across the desk, mildly confused. "I'm not sure I understand the question, my Lord."

"The human slaves, Garka," Balak said, finally turning away from the window to face Garka. "Have you fucked any of them?"

"Of course not, sir," Garka immediately answered. He had enough confidence in his own skill at lying, that he doubted the new leader of Omega would be able to tell that Garka had already fucked six humans today, including two just on his way to Balak's office. "Why would anyone want to do something like that with those... animals?"

Balak nodded. "Good man," he said. "It's not that I would ask them to stop, you understand. Part of me does appreciate the thought of the humans on this station being treated the same way that they have treated us over the years. But the thought of the other people, the non-humans down there... sullying themselves in that way, it disgusts me to even consider it. I just simply cannot understand why they would find a single thing about humanity appealing. Pink, two-eyed vermin, the whole lot of them."

"Agreed, my Lord," Garka said. "If it were up to me, we'd kill every last one of them."

"Then you're a fool," Balak said, turning his back to Garka and staring out of the window again. "The humans have their use, Garka. Perhaps for the first time in their worthless existences. You have ensured that the message is being broadcast?"

"Yes, my Lord," Garka responded. "The message you recorded is being sent out as far as the Omega transmitters can relay it. Letting everyone in the vicinity know that you have taken your rightful place as the head of Omega, and that all humans who enter this region are under your dominion."

Balak stared upward through the window. "Excellent. It's only a matter of time now before they come. Before she comes."

"She, my Lord?"

Balak glanced over his shoulder. "Shepard. Once she knows I've emerged from my exile, it won't be long before she arrives. The stupid human bitch may have taken me by surprise the last time we fought, but I have no intention of showing her mercy this time."

"Yes, my Lord," Garka said. For his own safety, he didn't mention the fact that Shepard was the one who had shown Balak mercy, twice as a matter of fact. Such thoughts wouldn't be prudent if Garka wanted to continue breathing.

"Once she sees the way her race is being victimized on Omega," Balak monologued, "she will have no choice but to come here and attempt to dethrone me. Her and all of her Alliance bootlickers. And once they come, I will give them a battle they will never forget."

Garka gave Balak a questioning look. "The Alliance, my Lord? Haven't you been watching the news reports? Shepard has defected to Cerberus."

Balak barked out a harsh laugh. "And you believe that? I guess I gave you too much credit, Garka. I thought you were smarter than those knuckle-dragging Earth apes." Turning around to face Garka, Balak leaned forward and put his hands on his desk. "It was a ploy, Garka. A trick to make me believe that Shepard was no longer a threat. All of it, the revival of Cerberus, Shepard's defection, it was all part of their plan."

"Right, of course. To lure you out of hiding so they could..." Garka started to say.

Balak's four eyes narrowed, and he suddenly reached forward, grabbed Garka by the shirt, and drug him halfway across the desk. "I... WAS NOT... HIDING!" he shouted into Garka's face, spit flying out of his mouth onto Garka's face.

"No... of course you weren't..." Garka quickly stammered, withering under the blazing anger on Balak's face. "You were simply biding your time, my Lord. Waiting for the opportune moment to strike. I... misspoke, my Lord, my apologies."

Balak released his grip, shoving Garka back across the desk. "I led my people to battle alongside them. Dammit, I fought side-by-side with those goddamn humans!" Balak growled. "And how do they repay me? They still name me 'fugitive.' Hunt me down like a damned dog." He stared out the window, a sharp-toothed smile on his face. "Well, now look who the dogs are. Who the animals are. I only hope that when it's all over, we capture Shepard alive. I want to see her face as she falls to her knees before me. The heads of her allies scattered around her, as she begs for mercy from Lord Balak. It will be glorious."

"It certainly will, my Lord," Garka said, straightening out his shirt. "A thousand pardons, my Lord, for interrupting. But the reason I came...?"

"Yes, yes, what is it?" Balak said, taking a seat behind the desk.

"Our people... they found her, my Lord," Garka said. "She was down in Fumi district."

Balak leaned his elbows onto his desk, steepling his fingers. "She was... untouched?"

"Yes, my Lord," Garka said. "It took a bit of... persuasion of the locals, but we were able to carry out your request and bring her here without being... sullied."

"Very good," Balak said. "Bring her to me at once. Have the preparations been made?"

Garka nodded. "Standing by, my Lord. I'll retrieve her right away."

The obsequious batarian left the office through the open archway, stepped through a door at the end of the hallway leading to the office, and returned several minutes later with a nervous-looking human.

She walked awkwardly in high heels and a tight dress, Balak staring in disgust at the way the human put her disgusting curves on blatant display. Filthy humans, always whoring themselves around. No wonder the citizens of Omega were so eager to conquer them once Balak and his people had taken control.

"Diana Allers," Garka announced as he returned, "I present to you Lord Ka'hairal Balak, the new ruler of Omega."

"Lord, huh?" Allers said, not sounding too impressed. "How exactly does one get a title like that, anyway? Not through a vote, I imagine."

Garka looked amused. "Just as his predecessor had, Miss Allers: through conquest. Isn't it your own race, after all, that came up with the term, 'survival of the fittest?' Kill or be killed, rule or be ruled."

"So is that what happened to Aria? You killed her?" Allers said, addressing the question to Balak despite him having not said a word since she arrived.

"That is not what you have been brought here to discuss, Miss Allers," Garka said, as Balak sat and remained silent. "The Lord of Omega was made aware of your presence on this station soon after he arrived here himself. And on behalf of my Lord, I must say that we are all great fans of your work."

Balak finally spoke, his tone low and filled with disgust. "What was the title of the story again, Garka? Ah, yes: 'A Deal with the Devil: Commander Shepard allying with terrorists?' You made quite a strong case, Miss Allers, for why Shepard should have never offered an alliance with me, and should have just handed me over to the Council for execution instead. Very convincing."

"Hey, I told it like I saw it, okay?" Allers said, trying her best to sound confident even as she nervously shifted around in front of Balak's desk.

"No need to be so fearful, my dear," Garka said. "That is why you're here, after all: your honesty. Lord Balak would very much like for you to show that same honesty, that same desire to present the truth, as part of a unique position that we want to offer you."

Allers crossed her arms under her breasts. "I dunno. Considering the... 'positions' every other human on this station have been put into, from what I've seen I'm not sure I'd be interested in any offers Balak has for me."

"Hear us out before you say no," Garka said. Looking past Allers, he gestured to one of the guards inside of Balak's office. The batarian guard left, and returned cradling a familiar electronic device. "Your camera, Miss Allers," Garka said, as the guard activated it and set it hovering behind Allers. "Lord Balak would very much like for you to help report on the state of Omega under his rule. Not only would he be willing to offer you an exclusive interview, but he would give you all the protection at his disposal as you cover the situation down in the streets of Omega. You would be the only reporter in the entire galaxy to be allowed access. Quite a unique opportunity, I would say."

An intrigued look crossed Allers's face. "Really? And you'd let me report the truth? No matter what I see, you'd let me broadcast it?"

"Lord Balak gives his assurance, Miss Allers," Garka said, "that he will allow you to report on whatever you wish. He will grant you complete freedom to cover the story however you see fit." Garka watched her expectantly. "Does this sound like a fair arrangement to you, Miss Allers?"

Allers bit at her lower lip, considering the offer. Eventually, however, her journalistic instincts got the best of her. "You've got a deal, Bal... I mean, Lord Balak. Not sure how much you're going to like what I end up reporting to the galaxy, but if you're willing to grant me that freedom, I won't pass up the offer." Activating her camera and sitting down in one of the chairs opposite Balak's desk, Allers forced a smile to her face. "So, would you like to do the interview now?"

"Actually, Miss Allers," Garka said, the previous friendliness in his voice dampened slightly. "There is one more thing before we continue."

"Dammit, I knew there'd be a catch," Allers said.

"A catch, that's one way to put it," Garka said. "You see, we did promise that we would allow you to report on Omega however you wished. However... Balak would like some assurances that the way that you 'wish' will line up with the way that he 'wishes.'"

Allers shook her head. "Look, I'm willing to massage the truth if it gets me the story, but you know that there's no good way to spin that 24-7 human gangrape going on down there, right?"

"Garka, enough wasting time," Balak said, leaning back in his chair. "Bring in the woman."

Garka nodded. "Yes, Lord Balak," he said, making a gesture to one of the guards. After a few moments, the guard left the room, and soon returned with a scared, shaking human woman. One that Allers recognized immediately.

"Tonia?" Allers said, starting to get up from her chair. She felt a powerful hand on her shoulder, and looked to her side to see another one of the guards holding her down, a stern look on his face.

"You know this woman," Balak said blandly, his tone indicating that he didn't much care one way or the other.

Allers nodded. "Yes, me and Sa... well, I ran into her after you took control of Omega. The people down there were... using her."

Tonia stared at the floor, shivering in the grimy rags that had been thrown on over her ripped and tattered clothing. Allers didn't want to think about what had happened to the poor woman after she had been lost in the crowd of angry alien rapists, but the cold, dead look in her eyes was evidence enough of what had occurred.

"I have an angle in mind for your story, Miss Allers," Balak said. "Rather than tell you what it is, however, I think it would be better if I... demonstrated it." Balak snapped his fingers, and one of the guards left again.

This time, he returned with a hulking, snarling vorcha. The vicious looking alien stared around the room in confusion, until he saw Tonia and let out an eager growl. Tonia gasped and fell back a step as the vorcha advanced on her.

"Stop," Garka commanded the vorcha, and while the vorcha did stop in his tracks, he still stared hungrily at Tonia. Turning to the frightened human woman, Garka suddenly reached to his hip and pulled out a pistol. Tonia winced as Garka pointed the gun into her face. "On your knees," Garka commanded her, and Tonia hesitantly obeyed, falling down onto her knees on the finely-polished floors of Aria's former office.

"The theme of the story I was thinking you should do, Miss Allers, is submission," Balak said, his tone even and almost bored despite the tense situation happening in front of him. As Garka whispered something in the vorcha's ear, Balak smirked. "The submission of your species to the rule of your superiors, and how it is the only logical response."

"I'm... not sure I can run that..." Allers's words died in her throat, as the vorcha walked up to Tonia, unfastened his pants, and pulled out his veiny, throbbing cock. Tonia stared at the ugly-looking hunk of meat in disgust, before Garka pointed the gun at her head again.

"Suck it," Garka commanded her. Fearfully, Tonia nodded, and tentatively opened her mouth to wrap her lips around the vorcha's cock. No sooner were her lips wrapped around the ugly, smelly cock in front of her, than the vorcha grabbed Tonia by the sides of her head and began roughly fucking her face.

Balak watched all of this happening dispassionately. "I think you'll find, Miss Allers, that this story will be one of the easiest you've ever covered. Because humanity, you and your kind, are meant to submit. You may convince yourselves that you are better than all of us. That you are the true rulers of this galaxy. But you are wrong. I know that you are wrong, and by the time you are finished, Miss Allers... every last human in this galaxy will know this as well. They will see why they must surrender to their superiors. Even if some of them may require... a bit more convincing than others."

As Allers watched in horror, the vorcha let out a triumphant hiss, as his cock throbbed in Tonia's mouth and began spewing its foul seed. As the vorcha finished his climax and pulled his cock out of Tonia's mouth, the unfortunate human looked like she was about to vomit.

"Swallow it," Garka said, waving his pistol for emphasis. "Every last drop, swallow it all."

A queasy look crossed Tonia's face, but under threat of death she forced herself to swallow down the vorcha's cum. Allers felt sick as she realized what was happening. Vorchas, being as short-lived as they were, needed to ensure that every breeding session eventually led to conception. As a result, they had evolved a natural pheromone in their semen, one that left their lovers – or victims, as it were – in a state of heightened arousal making them desperately eager to continue copulating.

And due to similarities in their body chemistry with other species, it turned out that this natural pheromone worked on other races as well. Including humans.

"You really should be filming this, Miss Allers," Balak said, watching Tonia as she remained huddled on the floor, and the vorcha tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants. "It's a fascinating process to watch. There's the denial at first. The belief that she can resist all of the urges that nature is telling her to follow. She wants to believe that she is a civilized creature. Not just an animal, a slave to her instincts. But you can see it in her eyes. The growing surrender there, and the realization that deep down, she's little more than a barely-evolved primate."

Allers didn't want to watch, but she was afraid of what punishment she might receive if she looked away. And, just as Balak was saying, she could see the dead-eyed stare of Tonia start to shift. Her eyes squinted slightly, and her cum-stained lips parted slightly to allow her to start breathing heavily. As Allers watched, Tonia started rubbing at the clothing covering her body, fumbling with the fasteners and eventually tearing them open to reveal the bare flesh underneath.

"Disgusting, isn't it?" Balak said, as Tonia began moaning and fondling her own breasts. "Seeing the true animal that you humans hide behind all your phony attempts at civilization. But deep down, this is what all of you are: slaves. And once you're done reporting on the situation in Omega, Miss Allers, every human on this station, and soon every other human in the galaxy, will see why they have no choice but to submit to their new masters. Because, in the end, it is what all of you humans are meant for."

By now, Tonia was deep under the influence of the vorcha pheromone she had swallowed. All of her clothing had been stripped away and cast aside, and she wantonly moaned as she rubbed at her pussy. "Somebody fuck me," Tonia gasped, staring around at Garka and the rest of the guards in the room. "Please, somebody fuck me. I need it so bad. Please..."

Garka made another motion, and a guard opened the door to allow two more vorcha into the room. "Dammit, Balak," Allers turned to the Lord of Omega with an angry look. "I get the point already. You don't need to humiliate the woman any further."

Balak sneered. "I think you misunderstand, Miss Allers. You see... they're not here for her."

As Allers realized what Balak was saying, the hand that was holding her down suddenly was pulling her up out of her seat. "No! No!" she cried out, as the guard laughed and pushed her towards the two vorcha. The one in front grabbed her by the front of the dress as she fell towards him, and with a single powerful tug yanked the garment straight off of her body, leaving her standing in her skimpy bra and thong panties.

"No, please," Allers cried out, as the vorcha shoved her back to the floor, yanked the front of her panties away from her cunt, and growled as he shoved one of his three digits down inside of her twat. Allers tried desperately to wriggle away from the horrible alien's probing finger, but that was when the other vorcha made his move.

"You suck this now," the second vorcha hissed, crouching down on top of Allers's ample chest and pulling out his cock. The smell of the foul creature's unwashed groin was unbearable, and Allers fought the urge to heave as the vorcha grabbed her by the hair and yanked her face forward. With no other choice, Allers opened her mouth and took the vorcha's throbbing cock into her mouth. The vorcha let out a raspy snarl as he began thrusting his hips against Allers's face, driving his foul cock deep down into her throat and nearly choking her.

Meanwhile, the first vorcha's finger had finished its dirty task, pressing against Allers's clit and inner walls enough to make her begin to involuntarily moisten. She could hear the other vorcha start unfastening his pants behind the one currently fucking her face, and soon she could feel the other beast's veiny cock slide inside of her cunt and begin rapidly driving in and out of her twat.

"Quite a story, huh, Miss Allers?" Garka taunted her, trying his best to hide his arousal at the situation from his human-hating boss, as the two vorcha furiously fucked Allers's mouth and pussy. He glanced over at Balak, who watched the human reporter being violated with a dispassionate look.

"Human bitch suck cock good," the vorcha fucking Allers's face said. He gnashed his long, pointed teeth as his cock swelled and began spewing its foul seed into Allers's mouth.

No! Allers thought in panic. The sudden spray of cum inside of her throat had come unexpectedly, and by instinct Allers had swallowed the first spurt. Panicked, she tried to pull her mouth away from the vorcha's jerking cock, but the vorcha had her by the back of the head, and refused to release his grip until Allers was forced to swallow the rest of the massive load inside of her mouth. Finally, the vorcha pulled away, and Allers gasped for air as the aftertaste of the vorcha's disgusting semen lingered in her mouth.

I'm in control, Allers told herself, as the vorcha on her chest moved away to give her a better view of the other one between her legs, still furiously fucking her. If Samara could resist whatever made all those other aliens go crazy, than I can fight off a little vorcha cum, can't I? Goddamn it, I'm Diana Allers! The greatest reporter this galaxy has ever seen! Not some dirty back-alley whore, down on her knees and sucking on thick, hot... delicious cock. Licking it, stroking it, fondling the balls while I work my mouth around the shaft and... no! I'm in control. I'm Diana Allers. I'm Diana Allers. I'm Diana Allers.. and I'm so fucking horny. Oh, God, I need it. I need it so fucking bad! Fuck me. Fuck me!

Allers's legs came up, and wrapped themselves deftly around the waist of the vorcha currently fucking her. Staring the vorcha in the eyes and baring her teeth, she grabbed him by the shoulders as she flexed her thighs and pushed him down into her deeper.

"Fuck me, you ugly motherfucker," she hissed at him. "Fuck me as hard as you fucking can! Harder, damn it! Fill me up with your disgusting fucking cum!"

"Ha ha ha! Human whore likes vorcha cock!" the vorcha said, as he followed Allers's instructions and began pounding his cock inside of her harder.

Allers nodded and let out a moaning sigh. "Yes, I do. I looooovvvve vorcha cock. And turian cock. And batarian cock. I don't fucking care what cock it is, as long as you keep on fucking me with it!" Gripping onto the vorcha's shoulders tightly, Allers moaned and writhed, lost in the influence of the pheromones she had swallowed as she reveled in the sensation of being taken. "I'm a human whore. A dirty human whore," she cooed. Looking around the room, she could see Garka and the rest of the batarians watching, bulges apparent in the front of their pants. She smiled. All in good time.

The vorcha on top of her jerked and went stiff, and Allers felt herself start to cum as the vorcha's semen flooded her insides. The extra dose of pheromones only made her feel even hornier, and once the satisfied vorcha had pulled out of Allers's cunt, she immediately began scanning the room for the next cock to fill her.

"Well, Miss Allers," Balak said, standing up from his desk and walking around it to stare down in distaste at the sweating reporter, vorcha cum dripping down her chin and out of her cunt. "Are you ready for that interview now?"

"You going to fuck me, Lord Balak?" Allers said, getting on her knees and shuffling over to Balak. "Please, fuck me. I'm so hot. So horny. I need it so bad." She started to grab for the fastener at the front of his pants.

Balak let out a gagging sound, and roughly shoved Allers back to the floor. "Don't lay your fingers on me, you disgusting human garbage," he snapped. Turning to Garka, he snarled. "Get her cleaned up. I've got plans in mind for her."

"Yes, Lord Balak," Garka said, shooting a sideways glance at Allers as she writhed and moaned on the floor, gasping and begging for cock.

Still looking disgusted, Balak stepped over Allers and made his way out of the room. "I have other matters to attend to. Make sure there's not a trace of these disgusting things when I return."

Garka watched as Balak quickly made his way out of the office. Once he had stepped through the door, and after a few seconds to make sure, Garka stepped over to Allers. "You say you're desperate for some cock?" he said.

"Yes," Allers said, getting back up on her knees in front of Garka. "I need it, please."

"Well, I've got just what you need, you little human slut," Garka said, reaching down into his pants and retrieving his cock. As soon as it was out, Allers eagerly pounced on it, grabbing it by the base as she ran her tongue up and down the length of his green, throbbing manhood.

Garka looked up at the guards in the room in annoyance. "Go... patrol or something," he snapped. Turning to the spent vorchas, he said, "And you three get out of here too. I have important matters to attend to."

The rest of the occupants of the room shuffled away, but Allers didn't care. All that mattered was the cock that she was lovingly coating with her saliva. As she rolled her tongue across the head of Garka's prick, she felt something warm and wet down below her legs.

Looking down, she saw that Tonia, forgotten in all the excitement from earlier, had worked her way under Allers's crouching, spread legs, and was hungrily licking up the vorcha cum still trickling out of Allers's cunt. Pausing in her cock-sucking long enough to smile, Allers reached down with her free hand and spread her pussy lips, allowing more of the cum to drip down into Tonia's eager mouth.

Share and share alike, Allers thought, as she got back to sucking Garka's cock.
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