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The Rachni Queen	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 49568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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[Author's note: this chapter contains a non-con sexual encounter. A little violent, but there won't be another non-con chapter for some time. This is also the last Jack story for a while.]

“Who gives a shit what Aria wants? Let’s just find Archangel and get off this damn station.”

The Normandy’s latest recruit slowly chewed his cigar as he studied Jack, one eyebrow cocked while the corner of his mouth curled into an incredulous expression. Crazy tattooed broad had a real mouth on her.

“Doesn’t work that way, girlie,” Zaeed replied, grimacing as he spoke. There was a sizable patch of his face that didn’t quite match the rest of it, and it seemed to keep him in perpetual discomfort. “Nothing happens on this station unless Aria says so. You don’t give her orders, and trust me, you don’t want to find that out the hard way.”

Jack bristled at the ‘girlie’ crack, but truth be told, her stance was more bluster than genuine disagreement. Even in Purgatory --- a hellhole filled with every stripe of sociopath the galaxy could throw up --- Aria T’Loak’s name demanded respect. Her reputation preceded her, and like most reputations in the Terminus Systems, it only scratched the surface.

“Which way?” Rose asked.

Zaeed jerked his head to the direction behind him. “Afterlife. It’s smack in the middle of the station. Can’t miss it.”

“Then let’s go,” the Commander said, quickly sending a glance in Jack’s direction, one with a clear message: Behave.

Afterlife's interior was like few other nightclubs Shepard had ever seen before. Holographic flames danced along the walls, while red strobe lights flickered from the ceiling and scantily-clad waitresses strutted along in tight black uniforms. On a stage that took up much of the club's center, asari strippers tempted the eyes of eager patrons as they twisted around their poles in impossible ways, the floor beneath glowing like embers from an inferno in the making. They certainly captured Jack's ravenous eye, and she might have actually leaped up onto the stage if a batarian hadn't stepped out of the shadows and hissed in their ears that Aria was growing impatient.

The stairs leading up to Aria's vantage point were lined with her enforcers; turians and batarians that glared at the trio as hard as they could, not that any of them managed to come off as intimidating. Still, there were a lot more guns on the other side. Atop the stairs sat a long black couch, upon which Aria lay perched, equal parts bird-of-paradise and bird-of-prey. Her flawless skin was a bright purple, a rare color among the asari, and she sat back on her throne with the comfort of someone who had nothing to worry about from her visitors. What Rose found most remarkable about Omega's pirate-queen was how her speech lacked the faintly musical quality of the asari voice; instead, every word fell from Aria's lips like the sharpening of a blade --- beautiful in its own way, but a foreshadowing of danger to come.

"Enjoying the view?"

Rose wasn't sure if she was talking about herself or the club, though it could certainly have been either one --- Aria was rumored to be nearly a thousand years old, but age was nothing to the asari, and it showed; the cursed erection Rose was slowly getting used to living with was straining against the side of her armor, which was still, thankfully, bulky enough to conceal it.

"It's....very well maintained," she managed.

Aria smiled. "And it takes a lot to keep it that way. Making sure things run smoothly for centuries in a place like this requires thinking ten steps ahead of any problem that comes my way." Her gaze narrowed as her eyes zeroed in on Shepard's. "So you can imagine my surprise when a dead Spectre shows up on my doorstep with a warship in tow."

"I'm not here to pick a fight, Aria---"

Aria's smile widened, and the enforcers all around them chuckled on cue. "Of course not," Aria replied, "I imagine you'd be traveling with less controversial company if the Alliance actually tried something as silly as an invasion of Omega." Her eyes shifted to Zaeed, and the glance between them suggested they knew each other. "Zaeed Massani," she remarked, one eyebrow raised in mock shock, as if she hadn't known he was on her station from the minute he'd arrived, "You look different. Haven't seen you around here since that business with the salarians selling warp bombs. Still with the Blue Suns?"

Zaeed blinked once before replying. "Haven't been with the Suns for 20 years now, Aria."

"Twenty years?" Aria exclaimed, her voice matching the false surprise in her eyes, though Shepard could tell she already knew what Zaeed had been up to since they'd last met. "Seems like yesterday to me." Her unblinking gaze switched to Jack, quickly glancing over her shaven head and numerous tattoos. "And I presume you're the one that crawled out of Purgatory. "

"Yeah, yeah, great fucking performance, lady," Jack snapped, "We hereby crown you Queen Bitch. Happy? You don't want us here and we don't wanna be here. So just drop the theatrics and tell us where this Archangel guy is, so we can get the hell off this shithole of yours."

The room temperature seemed to drop by twenty degrees as the mercs muttered under their breath and made a show of brandishing their weapons; Zaeed groaned audibly and Shepard shot a borderline-murderous glance in Jack's direction, but Aria seemed completely unruffled --- even more amused than she'd been before, like an adult who'd just heard a little child burst into expletives they didn't understand. "Your pet's got quite the temper, Shepard," she laughed.

"Say that to my face, bitch--"

Rose rapidly ascended from her seat and gripped Jack by the wrist, forcing her back down into her chair as she angrily growled in her ear. "Shut up, Jack! Shut your damn mouth before you get us all killed!" They glared at each other for a couple of tense seconds before Jack relented, slacking back in her seat as Shepard turned around and tried to smooth things over with Aria. "My....associate didn't mean anything by that, she's had a bad day--"

"Clearly," Aria interrupted, uninterested in whatever excuse Rose had come up with. "But she did get one thing right: I don't want you on my station, Shepard. So what's the quickest route to sending you on your way, hm?"

Shepard settled back down in her seat. "We're on a mission, and we came to recruit two people from Omega. Archangel and Mordin Solus. As soon as we've got them, we'll be out of here."

"Then you might have come too late," Aria replied, "Archangel's got every gang on Omega gunning for him. From what I understand, they cornered him several hours ago, but he was still putting up a fight. They might have already killed him, though. As for Mordin," she smiled to herself, as if remembering a fond memory. "He's working in the slums, trying to cure the plague outbreak. His clinic's a small fortress by itself, so odds are he's still alive, at least."

"If there's a chance Archangel's still alive, we need to find him," Rose said. "How do we do that?"

Aria snapped her fingers, and one of the batarians stepped forward. "Bray will take you there," she intoned, waving her hand into the distance. "It's been pleasant, Shepard, but you're starting to wear out your welcome. You know where the door is."

They couldn't leave the place fast enough, and as Bray walked them over to the nearby skycar dock, Rose pulled Jack aside for an explanation. "What the hell was that about?" she hissed. "You almost got us killed!"

"Oh, bite me," Jack replied blithely. "Look, I know people like Aria, ok? They just have to make sure the entire galaxy knows they're major damn badasses. We would have been there all day listening to her speeches if I hadn't sped things up a bit."

"I had it under control," Shepard snapped. "Don't pull a stunt like that out of nowhere again, it puts the entire squad in danger. Understood?"

Jack smirked. "Sure. Whatever."

In truth, Jack's reaction in Afterlife was rooted in more than just pragmatism; she'd been in a foul mood for a while before the Normandy had arrived on Omega. One of her abiding passions was no longer something she could pursue --- the sweaty, torrid secretion-swapping encounters with Gabby all over the Engineering Deck were fun, but years of violent conditioning had programmed Jack in a direction as far away from romance and seduction as possible. When she wanted some ass, she just reached out and took it. Sometimes the feel of an unlucky slut frantically squirming beneath her as she was violated against her will was more erotic than the violation itself. But she liked Gabby, and it didn't feel right to try something like that on her, even though Jack would never openly admit it. More importantly, she doubted Shepard would tolerate Jack raping her crew members in broad daylight. Jack wasn't stupid; she knew she needed the security of the Normandy right now. She'd made a lot of enemies over the years, and she knew she'd be spending her days perpetually on the run from hired killers if she weren't with Cerberus at the moment. Getting kicked off the ship went against her own interests.

But she had this growing itch that she just couldn't scratch. She'd been hopeful, though --- she knew the Normandy was scheduled to make a stop at the Citadel soon, where Shepard would make contact with the Council while the ship was restocked and refueled over a couple of days. That was a couple of days she intended to spend well; there were seedy places on the Wards where every deviant desire imaginable could be satisfied, and she had an almost unlimited checking account to satisfy her urges with, thanks to Cerberus. But then they'd made this diversion to Omega, and her plans had to be put off until they could find this Archangel person.

When the skycar landed, they were met by a lieutenant garbed in the armor of the Blue Suns --- an attractive young woman with a dark red bob cut and skin the color of chocolate. "Bray," she announced wearily at the sight of their escort, "what's Aria want now?"

"Not here for Aria," Bray responded. "These three are freelancers looking to get in on the action."

"Oh. Alright, we're ramping up the assault soon. Are you three ready to jump in right now?"

"I.....yes," Rose managed in time. "Archangel's still alive?"

Jentha nodded grimly. "He's been perched up in that building across the bridge for almost 24 hours now. The place is a damn killzone, so he's been having a field day with that sniper rifle of his. But he's getting exhausted, and we think we'll have him within the hour if we keep up the pressure."

"That's goddamn suicide," Zaeed exclaimed.

Jentha merely shrugged in response. "We never said it was going to be easy."

Bray left as they went ahead, and soon they were at the beginning of a long passage that extended across and out of the building they were in, to a bridge that led to yet another building at the far end of their sight. At first there didn't seem to be any sign of who they were after, until a bright flash of light burst through the night from the building across the way, followed by the sound of flesh erupting as one of the Blood Pack vorcha keeled over, his throat punctured by the high-impact shot.

"We're in his crosshairs!" Zaeed yelled, and they ran to the side, shielding themselves behind the concrete wall.

EDI played back the footage of the last few seconds captured by Rose's helmet, and they could see the brief silhouette of Archangel's head and body as he raised himself out of cover to release his shot. He was clearly a turian, and judging from his position, the only way they could infiltrate his defenses was if they swarmed all at once with enough numbers to hope Archangel couldn't kill all of them in time.

A wave of Eclipse mechs was preparing to move forward, led by a grim-looking salarian whose hardsuit shimmered with the familiar glow of Sentinel-class tech armor. "Jaroth," Zaeed whispered, "Runs Omega's Eclipse."

Mingling in with a group of freelancers who were joining the wave, the trio did their best to blend in as the wave marched across the bridge toward Archangel's hideout. The unflappable mechs, led by a hardened mercenary commander, gave the newbies just the right amount of illusory confidence for them to strut along with the wave, brandishing newly purchased weapons as they fantasized about

And then Archangel opened fire.

The calm order of the wave quickly descended into rank chaos, as the freelancers fell over each other to run for their lives, clumsily knocking down mechs as they went. Rose felt the air to the left of her head crackle and hiss, instinctively ducking away as a bullet whizzed past, before spotting the mech with its head blown off behind her and realizing that she was not the target of the shot.

"Move up! Get inside!" she yelled.

More shots rang out, and not a single bullet was wasted as shattered metal sprayed through the air around them, accompanied by the sounds of mechs collapsing to the ground or detonating from the damage to their systems. As good a shot as Archangel clearly was, not a single bullet seemed to be aimed at Rose, Jack or Zaeed, as if the vigilante was trying to lure them into his base. The few shots that didn't annihilate the mechs were instead aimed at Jaroth, but the salarian's tech armor was weathering the hail of bullets; it was clear that he'd boosted the power of his hardsuit to tank as much damage as he could, aiming to infiltrate Archangel's base at any cost. Keeping close behind him, the trio were able to follow him inside the base. But they kept their distance, moving carefully and staying on the alert for booby traps. If Archangel actually wanted them here, chances were he had some nasty surprises waiting around the corner.

Jaroth was not quite as worried about the possibility of walking into a trap, only noticing the three freelancers for the first time as he prepared to walk up the stairs that led to Archangel's position on the first floor. "Well? Move forward and draw him out into my line of fire!"

Fat chance, Rose thought to herself. "Open fire!" she yelled.

"About damn time!" Jack yelled back, releasing a biotic blast so fierce that Rose and Zaeed were nearly slammed into the adjacent wall despite not being the targets. Jaroth was not as lucky, as his already weakened tech armor crumbled against Jack's power, sending him hurtling into the concrete behind him. Struggling to peel himself free of the wreckage, he frantically yelled "They're helping him! The freelancers are helping Archangel!" into his comm set before Rose snuffed out his life with a clean shot through the heart.

Proceeding up the stairs, they found the room Archangel had used as a vantage point for his last stand. The turian's back was still turned to the new arrivals, fully focused on sniping the few stragglers of the Eclipse wave and any mercs who'd rushed forward upon hearing Jaroth's warning.

"Archangel?" she began, as Zaeed and Jack kept their weapons aimed at the vigilante. "We're not with the mercs. My name's Commander Shepard, and I'm here to help you escape."

Shaking his rifle through the air as it vented heat, Archangel turned around and leaned back against the wall he'd been defending his position from, calmly raising his hands and releasing the clamps around his helmet to reveal his face --- one Shepard was stunned to find she was familiar with.

"Commander," he grinned. "Been a while."

Rose couldn't believe her eyes. "Garrus?!" she exclaimed. "What are you --- you're Archangel?"

"The one and only," Garrus replied, his face twisting into a wan smile that failed to conceal his exhaustion. "I see you haven't lost your knack for timing."

"So you two know each other?" Zaeed asked, setting his rifle down.

"Garrus helped me stop Saren," Shepard explained. "Garrus, this is Zaeed and Jack. Zaeed and Jack, this is Garrus. He's one of the good guys."

"Might just be the only one left on this station," Garrus commented bitterly. "The mercs made sure of that."

"What happened to you?" Rose asked. "How did you--"

A nearby boom halted the conversation as a poorly aimed rocket flew into the room and collided harmlessly against an anterior wall. Reinforcements were on their way. There was little time for introductions and getting to know each other, but Garrus and Zaeed seemed to share an unspoken respect already, each recognizing a warrior when they saw one. The turian cocked an eyebrow at Jack's half-naked, tattoo-covered body, but he passed no comment; the last wave was fast approaching, this time belonging to the Blue Suns, and it was time to get back into the fight.

"No mechs," Zaeed observed from the balcony. "Humans, batarians and a few turians too."

"Take positions," Shepard ordered. "Garrus and I will snipe from the balcony. Zaeed, use the ledges as a vantage point to keep the main hall clear. Jack, you're in charge of the passageway up the stairs." As the wave of mercs approached, she sought to sooth any lingering worries. "We'll make it through this. All we've got to do is eliminate this wave, and we can call in the Normandy for an evac while they're regrouping."

"Just like old times, Shepard?" Garrus muttered as they took their positions on the balcony.

"I want to hear this whole story once we're out of here," Rose muttered back.

The battle began mere seconds later, and the ward was filled once again with the sounds of bullets hissing through the night as blood splattered across the walls and furniture. Yells echoed off the walls as mercs were cut down at the bridge by the two snipers, and by Zaeed if they managed to get past that. A band of gunmen who burst in through the windows found themselves bursting into flames as Zaeed chucked a well-aimed grenade their way; the flames rose high across the perimeter and presented a formidable barrier against similar incursions. It was easy for Jack to lose herself in the thrill of war; blasting and beating down mercs was a good outlet for the tension that had been building up in her.

"One of them got past!" Zaeed yelled. "She's headed up the stairs ---- Girlie, take her out!"

The one in question was their recent acquaintance Jentha, and Jack barely had enough time to pull up a defensive barrier to block the hail of bullets that came flying her way as the merc bolted up the stairs towards her. But Jentha made one critical mistake, and for years to come she'd regret it when she thought back to this night --- instead of switching to a weapon that could penetrate a biotic barrier, she tried taking Jack down with a melee strike.

Jack laughed derisively as Jentha's fist collided with her barrier and bounced off, leaving her with nothing to show for it but three broken knuckles. Jentha buckled to her knees, clutching her wrist as pain surged through her --- another mistake, as Jack grabbed her by the hair and hurled her with incredible force across the hallway and into an abandoned room. She collided with the wall so hard the shock made it through her armor and wracked her body; her ribs complained but thankfully did not shatter, but it still hurt enough that she knew there would be some lovely purple bruises all over her back in the morning.

She'd barely begun to pull herself back up before Jack surged into the room and released a powerful slap that sent her sprawling back onto the floor. She could taste the metallic tinge of blood in her mouth, dripping from her cut lip, and the pain was almost enough to knock her out.

Almost.

For years to come, Jentha would wish she'd been knocked unconscious by the blow, because when she craned her neck around, nothing could have prepared for the sight of Jack's monstrous cock pointing right in her direction, tip dripping with precum as thick veins pulsed with the rush of blood pumping through them. The image was completed by the sadistic grin on Jack's face, one that only widened when Jentha released what was going to happen and screamed "No!". The word only excited Jack even more, and she forced Jentha down on her stomach with a mass effect field. Kneeling at her captive's base, Jack pressed her fingers against the seat of Jentha's armor, smirking as the metal crumbled against the warp effect of her biotics. "Girlie. Can you fuckin' believe it?" she muttered to herself.

Immobile against the floor, Jentha could only squirm as she felt the biotic field weigh down on her, her bare buttocks exposed to the cool wind. But her squirming ceased as Jack pressed the throbbing tip of her penis against Jentha's backdoor, where it began slowly worming its way inside her almost as if it possessed a mind of its own.

"Nononononono---"

"Yes!" Jack exulted.

Jentha screamed in agony at the dry rape that commenced, wailing as her tight asshole was violated by the meaty log pushing deep into her backside. Her cries went unnoticed amidst the sounds of the battle raging in and out of the building, and Jack was free to let loose all her frustrations and longing, delighting in the one depraved fetish sweet Gabby couldn't fulfill. The Blue Suns bitch was clearly a backdoor virgin, and that was Jack's favorite kind. Her anal ring gave way as the passage was forcefully widened by the invading organ, her lips sobbing incoherent half-words as she reeled from the sharp heat tearing into her bowels; it felt much like a baseball bat had been shoved directly up her ass.

She wouldn't walk straight for weeks after Jack was done with her.

When Jack's full length was completely lodged inside Jentha, a feat few could claim, the convict gripped her bitch by the shoulders and began hammering away in earnest. Her cries for mercy fell on ears that reveled in her suffering; Jack would only speed up her pace and intensity the more Jentha begged.

"You like this," Jack proclaimed, more an imperative than a question, as her heavy balls slapped painfully against Jentha's ignored pussy. "Cry all you want, but you'll fucking crave more of me tomorrow. They all do."

Jentha's asshole was gaping wide by now, ruined by long minutes of brutal ravaging. In desperate defense, her anal muscles contracted around Jack's cock, trying to push the invader out, but only succeeded massaging the organ and heightening Jack's pleasure even more. Ramming away until she reached her peak, Jack slowed her pace to prolong the wait until her climax, sawing in and out with alternating speeds, until she'd built up so much lust that it was impossible to hold back. Howling so hard she might have brought the building down, Jack erupted; nearly a gallon of steaming hot spunk blasted its way into Jentha's once-tight ass, filling the hole up within seconds. Cum seeped out of the sides of the plugged hole, dripping down Jentha's thighs; when Jack finally pulled free, Jentha let out a weak gasp as her anus quivered and cum began gushing free.

Spent and triumphant, Jack lifted herself away from Jentha's trembling body, taking a second to admire the thin mixed coating of sweat and semen that made her coffee-toned thighs shine against the light from the overhead lamp. Her cock was draped lazily across Jentha's buttocks, which were exquisitely soft to the touch --- enough to tempt another round out of her. But after that last boom, the sounds of the battle had ceased, and it was probably a good idea to go see what had happened.

There didn't appear to be any mercs left, but Archangel, or Garrus, or whatever the hell his name was, didn't seem in great shape at the moment. Sprawled on the floor in a growing pool of turian blood, the charred furniture and smoldering chunks of his armor made it look like a bomb had gone off right in front of his face. Shepard and Zaeed were huddled in front of him, trying their best to keep him alive through the pain.

"......don't think he's gonna make it, Commander." Zaeed commented grimly.

"He'll make it, just keep up the pressure on that wound!" Rose yelled frantically. "Normandy: we need a medevac ASAP. Repeat, we need a medevac ASAP!"

In the midst of their panic, they had completely forgotten about their other companion, but their heads turned in unison when Jack stepped back into the room.

"What did I miss?"
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