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For a long, long time, everyone was silent. Oriana staring down at the foot of the bed with her jaw gaping open in horror. And Miranda and Jack staring back at her, blissful smiles on their faces, with Oriana's juices still dripping down Miranda's chin.

"Damn, cheerleader," Jack finally said, throwing an arm around Miranda's bare shoulders. "I think you fucked her stupid. She came so good she can't even speak."

"Did I do good, Ori?" Miranda asked, smiling innocently at her sister. "I've never really done anything like that before." Glancing over at Jack, she giggled and added. "Well... once before," with a look at Jack that left it obvious who her previous partner was.

"What... this isn't real," Oriana stammered. Part of her wanted to believe this was some sort of twisted dream. It wouldn't be the first time Miranda had made an unwelcome cameo in one of her subconscious's erotic imaginings. The whole situation seemed so surreal that for a moment she almost had herself convinced. There was no way that her sister and Jack would ever be so close to each other without wanting to tear each other's throats out. The sight of them smiling and eying each other up, stark naked at the foot of Oriana's bed, couldn't possibly be reality, could it?

But try as she might to wake herself up, Oriana found herself still on her bed. Still staring down her sister and her lover, who had turned away from each other to set their lustful gazes on Oriana again. "I dunno," Jack said. "Your sister's looking kinda queasy, actually. Don't think she's quite with the program yet."

"Program? Jack, what are you talking about?" Oriana said, fighting back the nausea building in her stomach as her mind struggled to process all of this. She ate me out, she heard her own voice in her mind, repeating back the undeniable truth despite all of her attempts to block it out. My sister just ate out my pussy, and I came all over her face.

"She's fighting against it, Jack," Miranda said, watching with an amused expression as Oriana slid up against the head of her bed and away from the two lustful women. "Same as I did. But you don't have to, Ori. Once you let go... it's just so good. You realize how wonderful it is to be a dirty, nasty slut who does nothing but fuck all day. And best of all, you get to serve the mistress like we do."

"The mistress?" Oriana asked again. "Who is the mistress?"

Neither Jack or Miranda responded. Instead, they both looked over at the door into Miranda and Oriana's quarters. Oriana looked as well, and as if on cue the door slid open.

"She is ready to join us?" Samara asked as she stepped into the door, and as Oriana caught a glimpse of the radically altered asari she felt her grip on reality slip just a little bit more. The faded t-shirt that Samara wore had been yanked up over her tits, dark blue nipples poking out from the grapefruit-sized scaly mounds. Seeing Oriana's stare, Samara smiled as she ran her hand down the side of her waist to her hips. As Oriana's eyes followed it down, her eyes locked on the throbbing, veiny cock poking out from above the waistband of the sweatpants Samara wore. It was so... so goddamned big, and despite the horrifying circumstances Oriana couldn't help but stare at the massive blue hunk of flesh.

"I asked you a question, Miranda," Samara said sternly, and her voice snapped Oriana out of her momentary trance. She turned to Miranda to see that both she and Jack had also been staring at Samara's cock, Miranda's tongue even lolling out of her mouth to moisten her lips.

Blinking, Miranda came to her senses and looked up into Samara's eyes. "Not quite yet, Mistress," she said reverently. "I ate her pussy like you asked me to, but it doesn't look like she hasn't surrendered herself yet." There was a desperate look in Miranda's eyes, as if she feared nothing more than disappointing Samara.

But the asari gave her a comforting smile. "That is fine, Miranda. You did what I instructed you to do without question. That is proof enough of your loyalty to me." Looking over at Oriana, Samara arched a brow. "And your sister will be with us soon enough. Even now, I am able to touch her mind with mine. She is afraid now... but it will pass. Even I was afraid at first, until I realized just how wonderful it feels to surrender yourself."

"This... this is insane," Oriana said, sliding off the side of her bed and edging around Samara towards the door. "You've all gone insane."

"On the contrary, love," said a familiar accented voice from the door. Oriana whirled to see Ken, Gabby, and Victoria Burnham from engineering walking in. "Samara here has shown us all how bloody amazing it is to just let loose and fuck all day long," Ken said "We've never been happier, have we, Gabby?"

Gabby nodded, all while starting to casually strip out of her Alliance uniform along with her two companions. "You're going to love it, Oriana," she said, her tone soothing. "I didn't believe it at first either, but once Samara got that big blue cock of hers inside me..." she turned her attention to Victoria with a serene smile. "It's like nothing you've ever felt before, right, Victoria?"

"Like nothing else," the young ensign agreed, letting her bra fall to the floor before grabbing Gabby and locking her in a passionate, moaning kiss. Next to them, Ken dropped his pants, pulled his cock out of his briefs and, without an ounce of shame, started stroking it as he watched the two women make out with each other.

Oriana made a dash for the door, only to find her muscles unwilling to move. "Leaving so soon, babe?" she heard Jack say, as she felt herself being biotically pulled back to the bed. "Seems kinda rude to me. You're gonna miss your sister getting her big reward."

Glancing over with her eyes, unable to move any other part of her body, Oriana saw a hopeful look on Miranda's face. Samara gave her a nod, and eagerly Miranda rushed towards the asari, falling on her knees in front of her.

"You've served me well, Miranda," Samara said, grabbing her cock by the base and waving it in front of Miranda's face. "Now... take your prize."

"Thank you, Mistress," Miranda gasped, before opening her mouth as wide as she could manage to wrap her lips around the tip of Samara's cock. Wet, lewd sucking sounds filled the room as Miranda gave Samara a sloppy, spit-dripping blowjob. Her hand reached up to lovingly fondle Samara's balls as the once dignified and stern woman eagerly debased herself in front of all of these people.

As this happened, Jack used her biotics to bring Oriana back and sit her down on the side of the bed. Once she was in place, Jack settled in behind her, her legs wrapping around Oriana's waist and her hands reaching around to grope Oriana's tits through the thin cami shirt she wore. "Jack, please," Oriana gasped, struggling to ignore the way her body reacted to Jack's hands playing with her breasts. As fucked-up as this whole situation was, a part of Oriana realized that she should have been a lot more freaked out about all this than she was. The fact that she wasn't... was even more troubling. "We need to stop this."

"Stop?" Jack whispered into Oriana's ear, her fingers clenching and kneading Oriana's medium-sized breasts. "Are you seeing this shit? Why in the hell would we ever want it to stop? I mean, look at how happy Miranda is. Always said that all this time, all that frigid little sister of yours needed was a good hard cock to loosen her up. And now... look at how much more fun she is."

Oriana didn't want to see it, but Jack used her biotics to force Oriana's head to turn in that direction and she was forced to look. By now, Samara's cock was slippery and dripping with Miranda's saliva, as Oriana's sister hungrily slobbered all over the massive rod. Seeing Oriana watching, Samara reached down and patted Miranda's head, eliciting a moan from around Samara's thick prick as Miranda responded to the show of tenderness from her "mistress." Glancing down, Oriana was mortified to see that Miranda had slipped a hand down between her legs to rapidly stroke her pussy as she blew Samara, slick juices already dripping off her fingers and leaving a glistening puddle on the floor of their quarters. All while her other hand gently stroked and played with Samara's balls, as if attempting to coax out the cum inside.

"And look at those grease monkeys over there," Jack continued to lewdly whisper. "You think they want any of this to stop?" Oriana felt her head being turned back again, to Gabby and Victoria completely naked now and down on their knees, each with their lips working up and down either side of Ken's hard cock. Ken threw back his head and let out a low moan as Victoria lowered her head down to take one of his balls into her mouth and suck, while Gabby grabbed his cock to shove it all the way down her throat.

"Jack, listen to me," Gabby said, gasping as she felt her nipples harden underneath her shirt. "We have to put a stop to this. My sister and you... all of you... you're not in your right minds."

Jack made a disappointed noise. "I think Ori here isn't quite convinced yet," she called out. "Hey, Vicky! How about you come over here and give her a taste of that talented tongue of yours?"

Ken's ball left Victoria's mouth with a wet pop, as the young engineering ensign immediately turned her attention to Jack and Oriana on the bed. With a sultry look, she stood up and strutted over, dropping back down to her knees in front of Oriana's legs dangling over the side of the bed. Oriana wanted to struggle, but Jack's biotics held her in place as Victoria grabbed onto the fabric of Oriana's panties and tugged them down her thighs. Sliding them down past her feet and tossing them aside, the redheaded young ensign glanced up at Jack with an arched eyebrow.

"No," Oriana muttered, as she felt her legs being forcibly spread open by Jack's mental command. "Victoria, listen to me," Oriana desperately pleaded, even as the young woman locked eager eyes on Oriana's bare snatch. "You're not thinking straight. Think about this. You've got a husband back home. Think about..." Oriana dug through her memories, trying to remember the brief conversations she had had with the ensign once or twice. After a moment, she hit on it. "Paul. Think about Paul, Victoria. Would he want you doing something like this?"

While the name made Victoria pause, just for a moment, Oriana was crestfallen as she saw, not doubt on Victoria's face, but amusement. "You're right, Oriana," Victoria said, reaching up to stroke Oriana's inner thighs as she spoke. "If he knew about what was happening right now, he'd be heartbroken. But next time we're on shore leave, that'll be fixed easily enough. He'll see me getting off at the spacedock, and he'll give me the same kiss he's always given me when we see each other. And once he's done that... then he won't have any objections to anything I do, ever again. He'll be one of us then. He'll be happy just like us."

"What... what are you... no, stop!" Oriana protested. But there was nothing stopping Victoria from planting her face between Oriana's legs and greedily lapping at her pussy. The young ensign may never have been with a woman before this twisted tour of duty on-board the Normandy, but she had apparently been a quick study. Oriana could feel an unwelcome tingle start to build between her legs as Victoria worked the tip of her tongue against Oriana's clit, at the same time shoving two fingers down into her twat to probe for her g-spot. All while Jack now slid her hands under Oriana's shirt and raised it up to paw at her bare breasts.

"You still don't get it, do you?" Jack said to Oriana. "It's in us all now, Ori. Don't know how those Protheans gave Samara a cock, but however they did, the jizz she shoots out is like the best fucking drug that was ever created. And once you get it in you, you can give a taste of it to anyone else. Gabby gave it to Ken and Victoria. I gave it to your sister. And me and her... we gave it to you."

Oriana's eyes went wide. "No..." she gasped.

"Fuck yeah, babe," Jack said with a chuckle. "That kiss I gave you when I first came in here, that was your first taste. And when Miranda stuck her tongue deep down into your snatch, she gave you even more of it. It's in your body right now, breaking down your resistances. Making you just as horny and happy as we are. You can fight it all you want, but you'll give in. Just like we did. And once you do that... well, shit, I can't wait to see that pretty little cunt of yours with the mistress's cock buried balls-deep inside it, while you moan and beg for more. I can't think of anything sexier, can you?"

"Stop, please," Oriana moaned. As Victoria's head bobbed between her legs and she felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming, she realized with horror that if Jack's words were true, then Victoria's pussy eating was only introducing even more of this "drug" into Oriana's system. She tried her best to struggle against Jack's biotics, but Jack's abilities were too powerful. As the minutes ticked by, Oriana looked up to see that Gabby had turned her back to Ken, and her boyfriend had grabbed one of her legs to hoist it up so that he could thrust his cock into her from behind. Oriana was horrified to find herself unable to stop staring at Ken's cock buried inside of Gabby's pussy, her eyes only moving away from that lewd sight to watch Gabby's tits bounce with every rough thrust. She felt the tingle between her legs building even stronger, and part of her knew that once she reached her climax, there would be no resistance left in her. She would surrender to this madness happily, and there would be no turning back.

And would that be so bad? a voice in her head asked. Oriana was surprised to realize that it was the voice of her sister. To give yourself over to all of this. No more worrying about colony building or Alliance meetings. No more cares at all besides fucking every last warm body in sight. Think about how good it feels when you and Jack get together to fuck all night long. Just imagine that, but for as long as you like, with anyone you like.

The mental sound of her sister's voice made Oriana reluctantly turn her attention to the other side of the room. Miranda was now flicking her tongue against the blue head of Samara's cock. All while she worked both of her hands up and down the shaft, staring up at her mistress with loving eyes and waiting for the moment of truth. From the strained look on Samara's face, it looked like she was close.

"Cum for me, mistress," Miranda begged, her hands still working Samara's shaft as she vulgarly pleaded. "Cover me with all of your cum. Make me look like the dirty slut I am."

"Miranda," Oriana whispered, desperately wanting to believe that her sister wasn't completely lost to this insanity but finding it hard to believe as she watched Miranda pump and stroke Samara's cock. An eager cry escaped Miranda's throat as Samara's cock jerked, and a thick stream of cum shot out of the tip directly across Miranda's face. Opening her mouth wide, Miranda aimed Samara's prick and attempted to catch as much of the cum as she could on her tongue. But there was so much that Miranda's mouth was soon overflowing with jizz, even as half of Samara's massive load landed on Miranda's face, hair, and tits. By the time the last drops of Samara's jizz had been shot out, Miranda was drenched in cum. And from the look on her face, she couldn't have been happier.

"Oh, shit," Ken muttered from the other side of the quarters, as he buried his cock inside of Gabby and fired off his own load inside of her eager twat. Gabby waited for him to finish cumming inside of her before pulling away and moving over to Miranda. Oriana was momentarily relieved when Victoria pulled away from her pussy and followed Gabby over as well. But her relief was short-lived, as she watched the two women kneel down next to Miranda and began running their tongues along every inch of her skin where Samara's cum had touched. Miranda wore a blissful smile on her face as the two women lapped up as much of their mistress's jizz as they could. Meanwhile, Samara's cock was still rock-hard, and a chill filled Oriana as the mutated asari turned her attention on Oriana.

"You've seen how happy your sister is, Oriana," Samara said, as she walked around the three giggling, cum-slurping women and moved in Oriana's direction. "Now, I think it's time to see how happy you will be to serve me."

Desperately, Oriana tried to figure out what to do. As much as she wanted to believe she could resist whatever she had been tainted with, seeing her sister surrender so utterly to these unnatural urges left Oriana's confidence in tatters. And even now, she could feel her own resistance starting to slip. The image of her sister and two other women kissing each other with cum-soaked lips, one that would have disgusted and horrified Oriana mere minutes ago, now seemed strangely compelling. She knew that she was inches away from giving in, and if Samara was allowed to stick that big, blue cock of hers inside of Oriana, she feared that there would be no going back.

She needed to do something. But as long as Jack was keeping her held in place, her options were limited. If only...

And that was when it came to her. It was a desperate ploy, but she needed to do something.

Looking up at Samara, Oriana took a deep breath and spoke. "Yes, mistress," she moaned. "Fuck me, mistress, please."

At the sound of her vulgar pleas, every eye turned in Oriana's direction. Putting a desperate look on her face, Oriana made herself start to breathe deeply, flicking her eyes between Samara's surprised face and her throbbing cock, still slick with Miranda's spit and with cum still trickling from the tip.

"By the goddess," Samara said, pausing to look over the squirming, desperate looking Oriana. "It appears you have come to accept your new role quite quickly."

"Yes, yes, yes..." Oriana feverishly muttered. "I want it, mistress. I want your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me. Please!"

Samara laughed to herself. "Well, as my other servants will be happy to tell you, I am a most gracious mistress. And I do not have the heart to refuse such a humble request."

As Samara took a step in Oriana's direction, hand around the base of her shaft, Oriana spoke up. "Wait," she said. "Jack... release me, please. I want to be able to touch the mistress while she fucks me."

A suspicious look came to Samara's face, but nonetheless she nodded to Jack behind Oriana. "No funny business, now," Jack said, before breaking her concentration and releasing her biotic hold.

Oriana gasped as she felt herself able to move again. Part of her wanted to make a run for it, but she knew that if she made a single wrong move, Jack would lock her right back down again. So instead, she spread her legs wider than they had already been parted, and reached a hand down to start rubbing herself.

"Give it to me, mistress," Oriana moaned, coating her fingers with her juices as she stared wantonly at Samara's cock. "Shove that big blue cock of yours inside me and fill me up with all your cum."

Satisfied that Oriana appeared to be genuine in her desires, Samara began moving again in her direction. Oriana continued playing with herself and vulgarly begging for Samara's cock. All while waiting for the opportune moment.

When it finally came, Samara just a few steps away from the bed, Oriana steeled herself. She only had one shot at this, and she had to make it count.

"Prepare yourself, my servant," Samara said, her attention focused on Oriana's glistening pussy.

"Wait, mistress," Oriana said, causing Samara to pause in her step and look up at Oriana's face. "There's just one more thing before you... before you fuck me."

Samara arched her brow. "Oh?"

"This!" Oriana said. And as quickly as she could manage, she swung one of her legs inward, and drove her foot up as hard as she could into Samara's dangling scrotum.

* * *

Stepping up to the last of the creatures, the nasty bug-thing wounded and screeching in pain, Ashley fired down at it with her assault rifle until she heard the beep of her heat-sink overheating. Taking a breath, she ejected it and surveyed the area. All around the mining tunnel, dead rachni lay in pools of their own blood. "Think that's the last of them, commander," she announced as she reloaded her weapon, just in case.

Shepard walked over, his own assault rifle smoking as he clapped a hand on her shoulder. "Good work, Williams," he said, keeping his tone professional around the Barton facility's security forces that had accompanied them down into the tunnels. Turning to their leader, he asked. "Scans bringing up anything else?"

"No signs of life, sir," the grunt responded. "Damn fine work. It's one thing to hear people talk about the legendary Commander Shepard. I'm glad I got the privilege to see him in action."

"We all did our fair share out there," Shepard said, and Ashley forced herself not to smile. One of the things she loved about Shepard: always so modest. Ever after all these years, she knew he wasn't quite used to being a living legend. "How about you and your men move back to base camp? I want to do one last sweep with Commander Williams."

Even though he was a private contractor and not Alliance, the man couldn't help but fire off a salute. "Yes, sir. Radio us if there's any further threats. Otherwise we'll see you back at the main facility."

As the armored security team withdrew, Ashley gave Shepard a confused look. "You want to do another sweep? Pretty sure we got 'em all, Shepard."

"I think you're right... Commander Williams," Shepard said, a devious smile on his face as he moved in close. "But maybe I just wanted a little bit of privacy to do this."

Smiling, Ashley moved in to accept his kiss, reaching up to cling to the back of his neck as their lips met. "How romantic," she said after breaking the kiss. "Just you, me... and a bunch of dead bugs. A few candles and some soft music and it would be just perfect."

Shepard chuckled, his hands reaching up to stroke against Ashley's heavy body armor. "I can think of one other thing that would make it perfect, actually," he said. Reaching up her side, his fingers found the fasteners for her breast plate.

"Shepard, stop fooling around," Ash said, slapping his hand away. "We'll be back to the Normandy soon enough."

"Maybe I don't want to wait until we're back on the Normandy," Shepard said, his voice low and suggestive. "Maybe I want to take you right here... right now."

Sighing, Ashley stepped away from him. "Well, you're gonna have to wait, buddy," she said, struggling not to sound too annoyed. "Come on, let's sweep the area. Give you a chance to get your mind off your libido for a little while."

Turning away from Shepard, Ashley shook her head in disbelief. Even after all these years, Shepard hadn't changed. It was the one thing about him that drove her nuts: his poor sense of timing when it came to his desires. Call her a traditional girl, but Ashley had always believed that sex was something that happened in the privacy of your quarters. But Shepard... when he got it into his head that he wanted her, it didn't matter where they were.

It had started with him not long after they had first consummated their relationship during their mission to stop Saren. There had been a big party on the Citadel a few weeks after their return, and Shepard had tried to pull her into a back room for a "quickie." When Ash had politely but firmly turned him down, Shepard had seemed to accept it without protest. And that night, after they had returned to their quarters and screwed all night, Ash had figured that the matter was settled.

But try as she might to dissuade him, Shepard would keep trying. Once they were back on the SR-1 and back on duty, every so often Shepard would try to convince her again. After clearing out a geth stronghold a few months into their first tour, Shepard had sent Tali back to "secure the Mako" before pulling Ashley into a storage room and trying to convince her to join him in an "after-battle celebration." And a few weeks later, back on the Normandy during the graveyard shift, Shepard had come up behind her at her workbench, planted his hand on her backside, and nearly started pulling down her uniform pants before Ashley had put a stop to that quick. She still had a hard time believing that one; even though Wrex had left the Normandy by that point to return to Tuchanka, Garrus had been right at the other side of the cargo hold. Granted, when he was working on the Mako he tended to block out the rest of the world, but it would have been hard for him to miss Shepard bending Ash over and plowing her right there in full view of him, and anyone else who might have passed by.

Ashley kept telling herself that she needed to have a talk with him about his inappropriate sense of timing, but every time he tried it and she turned him down, he politely accepted it. And then later that night, once they were in private, the sex would be absolutely amazing. So she had put up with it, even after she joined him years later on the Normandy SR-2 and he got right back up to his same habits. If she didn't love him so much – and didn't love the sex they had when they were in the appropriate time and place – she would have never put up with this sort of crap. She knew that Shepard was hoping that just one of these times, Ashley would finally tell him "yes," but Shepard really should have known by now that it was never going to happen. Sex in public, or even semi-public, was not now and would never be something she enjoyed.

Pausing in her scan of the tunnels, she turned to see that Shepard had pulled up his omni-tool. "Something wrong, Shepard?" she asked him.

"Not really, no," he responded. "Just haven't heard anything from the Normandy since we left. Hope everything is going alright up there."

"I'm sure it's fine, Shepard," Ashley said. "Miranda's more than capable of holding things down while we're gone."

Shepard nodded. "I know. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't worry. But... this whole thing with Liara," he said, and then quickly added. "And Samara, too. We still know so little about their conditions. I just hope there haven't been any complications while we've been gone."

Ashley forced a smile to her face. "If something had happened, they would have sent you a message," she said to him. "So stop worrying and let's finish up this sweep. Sooner we do that, sooner we can get back and set course for the Citadel. I'm sure the doctors there will be able to figure it all out."

"You're probably right," Shepard said, while not sounding entirely convinced. Deactivating his omni-tool, he pointed down one of the tunnels. "Do one more check down there. I'll scope out this tunnel over here. Once we're done there, we can head back."

"Roger that, Shepard," Ashley said, turning away from him and down to the tunnel. Once her face was pointed away from him, the smile quickly slipped off her face.

You know you're being ridiculous, her internal voice chided her. Shepard's with you. He's never given any real reason for you to doubt him.

He hadn't, that was true. So why did Ashley feel this jealously fill her whenever Shepard talked about Liara? Yes, the two of them had been flirty back on the SR-1. But when it had come down to it, Shepard had chosen Ashley. And despite her occasional doubts, Shepard had seemed nothing but devoted to Ashley ever since then.

Not to mention, and Ashley felt horrible for thinking this way under the circumstances, even if Shepard still had feelings for Liara, Ashley couldn't imagine he was all that interested in her now. Unless he had been hiding a fetish for asari with male anatomy all this time from her. No doubt Liara would be cured eventually, and Ashley would be back to feeling pointlessly jealous every time the asari was around Shepard. But right now, considering the changes that had come to Liara, Ashley knew that she had nothing to worry about.

Although... maybe it's not Shepard still having feelings for Liara that you're really worried about, Ash. Maybe it's that you're worried the two of them might do that melding thing again. And that if they did, Shepard would find out all about...

"Shut up," Ashley muttered to herself, driving the thoughts out of her mind immediately. That was all in the past. It didn't matter. She forced herself to focus on the task at hand, sweeping her assault rifle's flashlight through the tunnel.

And once they were done here and back at the Normandy, maybe Ashley would finally have that talk with Shepard.

* * *

The impact of Oriana's foot into Samara's groin had an immediate effect. Samara's serene expression immediately vanished, her jaw dropping wide open as she let out a strangled gasp, her hands reaching down to clasp her throbbing crotch. All of the other people in the room let out surprised cries, immediately rushing towards their injured mistress with concern on their faces.

Exactly as Oriana had hoped. She had to move fast, before everyone recovered their composure and Jack had time to lock her down again. Leaping up from the bed, Oriana rushed over to her sister. Grabbing Miranda by the wrist, Oriana yanked her away from Samara and the rest of her thralls and through the door to their quarters. Just as the rest of the people in the room realized what was happening, Oriana shut the door behind them and triggered the lock, shutting them inside. She knew it wouldn't take long for one of the engineering members to open the lock, but it gave Oriana all the time she needed.

"Ori, what did you do?" Miranda said, staring at her sister in shock. "The mistress, you..."

"Randa, I love you, but you need to shut up and follow me right now," Oriana said. Taking her sister by the wrist again, Oriana tried to pull Miranda again, but her sister resisted.

"We have to go back," Miranda protested. "The mistress is hurt. We need to..."

Drawing back, Oriana slapped Miranda across the face. Jaw open, Miranda stared at Oriana in shock, bringing her palm up to rub against her now reddened cheek.

"Listen to me," Oriana said firmly. "This isn't you. I don't know what this... stuff has done to you, but I know there's still got to be some of my sister still left in there. You're Miranda Lawson. A genetically perfect biotic badass. You don't serve some asari freak with a cock or anyone else. You're strong. You're powerful. And I'm not going to let them turn you into something you're not."

"Oriana, I..." Miranda started to say, and Oriana was pleased to see a trace of doubt on her sister's face. "I don't know. Sucking the mistress's cock felt so good. But I don't... I don't know why it felt so good to..."

Oriana let out a gasp, as she saw the lock on the door to their quarters start to flash. Someone on the other side was starting to open it, and it wouldn't take them long. "We'll work this out later, Randa. Right now, you just need to follow me," Oriana said frantically. And while there was still uncertainty on her sister's face, Oriana was pleased to finally see Miranda nod.

Taking Miranda by the hand, Oriana led her towards the door out into the main CIC. She hated having to show themselves to everyone in this state: her sister naked and slick with spit and the last few drops of Samara's cum, and Oriana wearing nothing but a sheer cami shirt. But all of their clothes were on the other side of that door, and Oriana had no intention of heading back in there any time soon. As shameful as it was, she had no other option.

Just before the door leading out into the conference room, Oriana paused for just a moment, her eyes locking on something sitting on her work desk. "Just in case," she muttered to herself, snatching up the object before leading Miranda out the door to their work area. Once they were through, Oriana caught a glimpse of the door to their quarters opening, before she shut the door into their workspace and locked it as well.

"Where are we going, Ori?" Miranda asked.

"We're going to get help, Randa," Oriana said as she led Miranda through the conference room towards the front of the ship. "There should be some marines out on the CIC deck. Or Specialist Traynor, she might know what to do. Whoever it is, somebody out there will be able to..."

But when the door to the main CIC area opened, all of Oriana's plans went out the window.

"No," she muttered, as she looked across the CIC deck. Empty. Totally empty. No marines. No Traynor. Not even any bridge crew. The main operating center of the Normandy was completely unmanned. Oriana had never seen the Normandy's CIC like this, and the sight of it was absolutely terrifying. Even the door to the main cockpit was wide open, revealing that Joker was not in the pilot's seat. Joker, who basically lived in the cockpit, was gone.

For a moment, Oriana worried that Samara had gotten to all of them as well. But it wasn't possible. How could she have managed to spread her... taint or whatever it was to the entire crew on her own?

"The mess hall," Oriana muttered to herself. "If they're not here, they have to be in the mess hall." She tugged on Miranda's arm. "Come on, let's go."

Reluctantly, Miranda followed behind her sister as she led her into the lift. As they waited for it to descend, Oriana stared over at Miranda, and after a few moments realized in horror that she was staring not at her sister's face, but at her naked tits and the tuft of dark hair above her snatch. Fight it, Ori, Oriana mentally urged herself, even as her mind brought back images of her sister down on her knees, hungrily sucking on Samara's cock. And even worse, the memory of how it had felt to cum with her sister's tongue lapping at her twat. Even now, she found herself fighting the urge to jam her finger into the button for Deck 2, rush back to where they had just fled from, and join back in to Samara's twisted little orgy.

But she resisted the temptation. Only to find, once the door opened onto Deck 3, that there was more than one Normandy orgy currently in progress.

"Fuck me..."

"Yes yes yes yes..."

"So fucking good..."

As soon as the door to the lift opened, Oriana's senses were assaulted. First were the sounds: moans, squeals, and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Followed by the musky smell of sex which seemed to fill the entirety of Deck 3. Part of her knew that the help she was seeking was not to be found here, but Oriana couldn't keep herself from stepping out of the lift, and seeing it all for herself.

She stepped around the lift and walked to the mess hall entrance, and what she saw confirmed all of her worst fears. All of the rest of the Normandy's crew was there, uniforms tossed aside as they desperately fucked each other. Hard cocks thrust into wet twats and tight asses. Tongues licking flesh and slurping up jizz. Sex toys of every shape and size being put to use on moaning, eager partners. Oriana stared in utter shock, seeing all of the familiar faces she had associated with on a daily basis twisted into masks of insatiable lust. Dr. Michel down on the floor, her pussy and ass both being filled with hard, thrusting cocks. Specialist Traynor, who minutes ago Oriana had hoped would help deal with Samara, grinning lewdly and bending slightly over a table to allow a tattooed female marine to spread open her dark-skinned buttocks and eat out the communications specialist's tightly-puckered asshole. Even Joker was there, the pilot reclining in a chair as two of his bridge crew lavished his cock with their tongues.

It was vulgar and obscene. Formerly professional and restrained Alliance personnel now engaging in unrestrained sex in public without a hint of shame. Indulging in every last one of their desires with each other, and discovering new ones along the way.

And Oriana couldn't make herself look away. Her eyes flitted around the room, moving from one pairing to another. The moans and sounds of sex filled her ears and seemed to cloud her thoughts, leaving only the sound of the unending orgy in front of her.

Behind her, she heard Miranda let out a gasp. Turning to look over her shoulder, Oriana saw that her sister was watching the proceedings with as much interest as Oriana had. Only Miranda had gone one step further: her fingers were busy between her legs, playing with her pussy as she watched the men and women she was supposed to be commanding abandon their duties in favor of overwhelming lust. Oriana wanted to command Miranda to stop, but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. Instead, she found herself unable to resist the urge to stare at her sister's fingers, busily fingering her twat. Biting her bottom lip, Oriana slid her own hand down her stomach, her fingers brushing against the small patch of hair above her own pussy.

Who are you kidding? If Miranda couldn't resist... what chance do you have? Oriana thought to herself. Give in. It's going to happen eventually, so why not... enjoy it?

"Quite a sight, isn't it?" A voice said from the direction of the mess hall. Surprised, Oriana yanked her hand away from her crotch and turned. Stepping towards them was Liara, looking unlike Oriana had ever seen before. Dressed in some sort of bizarre fetish outfit that seemed to cover barely anything, she strode up to Oriana with her massive breasts bared, and her Prothean-created cock bobbing in front of her. "All of those repressed urges that you humans hold back... how beautiful is it to see them all set free?"

"You... you did this?" Oriana asked in disbelief. Samara had been a stranger to her before her arrival, so she only had Miranda's word that the asari was normally a dignified and chaste individual. Liara, on the other hand, Oriana had served with her for so long now. And in all that time, Oriana had never seen her like this. The thought of her corrupting the minds of her fellow crew members was almost impossible for Oriana to believe.

"In a way," Liara said, moving in to stand side-by-side with Oriana, the two of them facing the massive Normandy orgy in the mess hall. "But really, all I did was allow these people to be themselves. To let go of all their inhibitions and doubts and indulge in all of their desires." She glanced over at Oriana with a smirk. "Hard to believe that we asari get such a reputation for being lustful, when this is what all of you humans want when you strip away all of their restraint."

Oriana shook her head. "No. This... this isn't..." she muttered, no strength at all in her voice as she was unable to resist the urge to stop staring at the ongoing orgy.

"It's okay, Oriana," Liara said, and Oriana let out a surprised gasp as she felt Liara's fingers around her wrist. "I know that it's frightening, but in the end... you'll thank me. Just like they all did."

She wanted to fight it, but all of her will to struggle was gone, as she felt Liara pull her hand over to the throbbing blue length between her legs. Without even thinking about it, Oriana wrapped her fingers around Liara's cock, and slowly began to stroke it. It was so bizarre and yet... yet it felt so natural. So right. Maybe Liara was right after all. Maybe deep down inside, all of humanity were little more than balls of pent-up lust, just waiting for the right excuse to indulge their desires. Even genetically-perfect clones like Miranda and her had desires, and how foolish had Oriana been to deny those desires for so long? As she worked her hand up and down the length of Liara's veiny prick, behind her Oriana could hear Miranda moan as her fingering brought her to another climax. Hearing her sister cum sent a tingle through Oriana, and just as she was ready to drop the object in her other hand, freeing it up to thrust it between her own legs and finger her clit...

"These two are mine, Liara. I think you already have more than enough of your own servants to play with."

Both Oriana and Liara turned, just in time to see Samara step around from the lift entrance, flanked by Jack and the rest of her thralls. The sight of it snapped Oriana out of her lustful trance, and she yanked her hand away from Liara's cock as if it were red hot.

"Hello, Samara," Liara said, an innocent smile on her face. "I see you've been doing some liberating of these humans' minds as well. Glad to see you have embraced the Protheans' gift just as I have."

"Yes, although I suppose you have been much more... generous with that gift," Samara said, eyeing the orgy going on without pause even as the two asari confronted each other. "But as I said before: the Lawson sisters are mine."

"Is that so?" Liara said, glancing over at Oriana and glancing down at her nearly naked body. "Because I believe humans have something of a saying. 'I don't see your name on them.'"

Samara frowned, and suddenly flared with the blue glow of biotics. "I will not ask you again, Liara. Allow me to take my two servants in peace, or deal with the consequences."

Letting out a laugh, Liara clenched her fists and soon glowed as well. By now, the confrontation had caught the attention of the Normandy crew, who pulled themselves away from their endless fucking long enough to watch as the two asari stared each other down. "This should be interesting. I've never fought a justicar before," she said with a smirk.

"And I've never fought a Shadow Broker before," Samara responded. "I suppose it's a day of firsts for all of us."

Walking carefully away as the two asari paced around each other, Oriana grabbed Miranda by the wrist again. "Miranda, come on!" she hissed at her sister, yanking her away from the brewing confrontation. Before anyone could notice their departure, Oriana fled with Miranda through the closest door, shutting it behind them the second they were through.

"Not taking any chances this time," Oriana said to herself, reaching over to pry open a panel on the wall next to the door. While she had only taken a few classes in electrical engineering as an elective back in college, she knew enough to find the main power coupling for the door control. Gripping onto it, she removed it with a hard yank, and the light of the door trigger soon dimmed and vanished. "There. Nobody's going to get through that door now unless they break it down," she said triumphantly. "We should be safe in here for a while."

Miranda nodded, but her eyes flicked over to the shut door and Oriana knew that if her sister had her choice, right now she'd be out supporting her "mistress" in her fight. No doubt hoping that once it was all over, Samara would favor her with a deep hard fucking. Images of Miranda bent over and grunting as Samara filled her with blue cock filled Oriana's mind, and they lingered a lot longer than she would have liked.

If Samara hadn't come in just at that moment, I would have surrendered, Oriana thought to herself. As she stepped deeper into the life support room, she struggled to regain her composure. But deep down, she knew that this was a fight that she was losing. The sight of that massive orgy out in the mess hall had filled her, not with shock or horror, but longing. Part of her wanted nothing more than to jump into the middle of that squirming mass of bodies and let herself be fucked by whoever got to her first. Whatever effect the juices she had been exposed to were having on her mind, they were growing stronger minute by minute. And if something wasn't done soon, Oriana knew that she couldn't resist them forever.

Her eyes locked on the table, and the hovering orb that had been the cause of all of this insanity. "What are you doing, Ori?" Miranda asked, as Oriana strode quickly over to the table.

"Goddamn you!" Oriana cried out, placing the object in her hand on the table in order to press both palms against the Prothean device. She snatched it up from the table and held it above her head. "Fucking Protheans!" she yelled as she drove the orb down against the table with all of her strength. The metal device let out a loud bang as it hit the hard tabletop, but otherwise showed no sign of damage. "You horny little bastards!" she screamed again, as she banged the orb into the table again and again. Miranda watched helplessly as her sister angrily smashed the device into the table, hoping against hope that breaking the thing would reverse all of this madness. But once she had exhausted all of her strength, there was not even the smallest dent in the orb's reflective surface. Oriana saw only her anguished face in its surface, and when she tossed it down on the floor it came to a stop about an inch from the ground before hovering just as it was on the table.

"Dammit," Oriana said, sobbing to herself. Collapsing into the chair by the table, she wiped at her face and the tears uncontrollably streaming down her cheeks. "This is all my fault, Miranda. Everything that happened to you... it's my fault."

"It's... okay, Ori," Miranda said, her voice hesitant and distant. As if she knew that was what she was supposed to say in this situation, even if her mind was miles away. No doubt on thoughts of a thick blue cock, the same thoughts that were creeping into Oriana's mind more and more.

"No, Randa. If I hadn't kept Jack a secret from you until now, you wouldn't have gone down to confront her about it. And you wouldn't have gotten exposed to... to all of this," Oriana said. "Shit, and if I hadn't told Jack she was nothing but a casual fling, maybe she wouldn't have even gotten with Samara in the first place and started this whole mess." Clasping her head in her hands, Oriana muttered to herself again. "It's my fault. All my fault."

Miranda said nothing in response. After a few moments, Oriana heard light gasps from behind her and knew that her sister had started masturbating again. She didn't even have the energy to stop her at this point. What would it matter, anyway? There was no hope anymore. Her sister was lost to these carnal urges, and as much as she was fighting it, Oriana knew that it was only a matter of time before she was just as horny and desperate as Miranda and the rest of the crew.

There was only one hope left for them. One shot for them to escape from all of this. Looking down at the table, Oriana picked up the object she had grabbed in her flight out of their work area. Placing the omni-tool in her palm, she activated it and accessed her messaging software. With trembling fingers, she addressed the message to Commander Shepard and began typing.

Subject: DO NOT COME BACK TO THE NORMANDY!

Message Priority: Emergency

Shepard,

Liara and Samara have gone insane! The Prothean device has done something to their minds, and something in their body

chemistry has allowed them to enslave the rest of the Normandy's crew. I'm the last one left, and I'm afraid that I may not

last too much longer. But before then, I have to warn you: don't come back here! Call for back-up from the Alliance and have

them bring a team to retake the Normandy! They should wear protective gear, and above all else they cannot allow

themselves to be exposed to any bodily fluids. I know this sounds crazy, but you need to listen to me. If you and Commander

Williams come back, it will only be a matter of time before they break your will as well. Call in backup and save us!

Oriana

Sending the message, Oriana let out her breath. Once Shepard received that message, she knew that he would do the right thing. And even if Oriana ended up surrendering to these unnatural urges in the end, once Shepard arrived with a team she was sure he would be able to cure them of the influence of Samara and Liara's fluids.

But what will you end up doing in the meantime, Ori? Miranda's voice asked mockingly in her head. Once you give in, what sort of nasty things will you be doing with all of your friends? And with me, Ori. What will you end up doing with me, all alone in this room with your horny sister?

Shaking her head, and trying to ignore the sound of Miranda moaning and playing with herself on the other side of the room, Oriana made a promise to herself. To fight as long as she could, even if it would be futile in the end. After all, maybe there was an Alliance team in the area already. If they got here fast enough... maybe Oriana would be able to hold out until then.

Laying her head down on her arms across the table, Oriana told herself to fight. Keep fighting it. Fight it as long as you can.

And she kept thinking that up until the exhaustion finally hit her, and she drifted off to sleep.

* * *

"Thank you again, Commander," said the Barton facility's administrator, Douglas Fletcher. He shook Shepard's hand vigorously with a wide grin. "You came along just at the right time. Thanks to your help and Commander Williams's help, we handled this catastrophe without a single casualty."

"Happy to assist, Mr. Fletcher," Shepard said, glancing anxiously at the door to Fletcher's office. "Now, if you don't mind we need to get back to the Normandy as soon as possible. A couple of friends of ours are in need of medical assistance back at the Citadel, and we'd like to get going as soon as possible."

Fletcher's eyes went wide. "Oh, my! I'm so sorry to hear that! I only hope that their condition hasn't been worsened by the Normandy diverting to assist us. I would never forgive myself if..."

"It's not a problem, Mr. Fletcher," Ashley chimed in. "Their condition isn't serious. Just... unusual."

"Really?" Fletcher said, the grey-haired man arching an eyebrow. "Unusual how? My medical staff may not measure up to the Citadel's, but I'm sure I could send someone up to take a look."

Shepard shook his head. "It's complicated. And trust me, I don't think your doctors have seen anything quite like this."

"Well, I'll trust to your judgment," Fletcher said. "Thank you again, and you can let the Alliance know that this facility should be back up and running in 24 hours."

"Glad to..." Shepard started to say, before he was interrupted by a loud chiming from his wrist. He glanced over at Ashley, whose expression turned grave as she recognized the sound. An emergency priority message. Quickly, he pulled up his arm to activate his omni-tool, and his eyes immediately locked on the subject line of the message:

DO NOT COME BACK TO THE NORMANDY!
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