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You Don't Know Jack	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 25506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-You Don't Know Jack
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Lanteia paced nervously across the boardroom floor, absent-mindedly rubbing her arms as she waited for her newest clients to enter the room. The asari had spent the last 120 years on Illium as a private detective, her cases primarily being messy divorces where one side wanted photographic evidence of their spouse’s misdemeanors. Occasionally she lucked into a few high-profile cases, like the time she’d worked with the krogan arms dealer Thax to find out who was relocating boxes of his shipments to Omega. But for the most part, her job was just a steady, boring, comfortable way of paying the obscene bills that came with living on Illium.

A few months ago, another of those rare high-profile cases had come her way when a high-ranking member of Cerberus had contacted her and asked to retain her services. Lanteia had heard rumors that Cerberus wasn’t particularly crazy about aliens, but she shrugged those aside. Credits were credits, no matter who was paying up. A few days after that first contact, she’d found out who her client was: Miranda Lawson, right-hand to the Illusive Man himself. That alone had piqued her interest. Lawson was searching for a 19-year-old woman living somewhere on Illium, and had provided Lanteia with a picture of the girl and a single name: “Oriana”.

Lanteia had snooped around, paying off the right people, until she had successfully tracked down Oriana, who was living with a foster family in an upscale suburb of Nos Astra. While on the case, Lanteia had stumbled upon a couple of interesting details: first, that childhood medical records indicated that Oriana was somehow Miranda Lawson’s twin, though Lanteia had never heard of twins born decades apart; and second, that Henry Lawson, the biological father of the two sisters, was also interested in Oriana’s whereabouts. After calling in a few favors from lowlifes she’d hoped to never see again, she found out that Oriana’s father was arranging to have her kidnapped and transported off-world to his research center somewhere in the Exodus Cluster. Sensing that time was of the essence, she’d compiled her findings and e-mailed them to Miranda Lawson as soon as possible.

Within hours of sending her report, she’d received a reply. Miranda sent Lanteia a date, time and place and told her to wait near the Nos Astra docks until she arrived with backup. The situation was growing increasingly more dangerous, but to Lanteia’s credit, she kept her cool throughout. She didn’t even break a sweat when Miranda had walked up to her with two of the most famous women in the galaxy by her side: Commander Shepard, the red-haired heroine of the Battle of the Citadel, rumored to have died two years ago, although those rumors were clearly untrue; and Jack, a notorious psychopath with a rap-sheet longer than even an asari lawyer could keep up with, who was supposed to be serving consecutive life sentences on the prison ship Purgatory, from what Lanteia had heard.

After escorting Lawson and her companions to the drop point where Eclipse mercs were supposed to pick up Oriana, she’d gone back to her office and cleared her schedule for the day, hoping that her involvement in the matter was done. Hours later, she’d learned that Lawson, Shepard and Jack had successfully rescued Oriana and placed her back with her foster family in a new location on Illium, where Henry Lawson could not find them. She checked her bank account, and found that her fee had been paid, with a bonus added as well. All’s well that ends well, right?

But a few months later, she’d received another call from another person she’d hoped to never see again, about the same case. There had apparently been some kind of internal conflict aboard the Normandy, and it had ended with Miranda kicking Jack off the ship and leaving without her. As a result, Jack was pissed off beyond belief, fuming and itching for a chance to get back at “the cheerleader”, as she kept calling Lawson. With Miranda light-years away onboard the Normandy, the only connection Jack could strike at was Oriana. So the convict had contacted Lanteia and demanded that the asari PI track down Oriana’s new location. Lanteia had been reluctant, realizing that Miranda Lawson was not the kind of person she wanted as an enemy, but Jack had been deadly clear as to the consequences of saying no to her: “Find the cheerleader’s sister,” she hissed, “or I’ll slit you ear to ear.”

Lanteia had little doubt that Jack did not make empty threats, and so she had dropped everything and started digging up old contacts to find out where Oriana and her foster family currently lived. It had taken a lot of bribes, blackmail and cajoling, but she finally had an address. Now all she had to do was wait in the boardroom of a high-rise that Jack had told her to go to. Sweat started to trickle down her brow. She’d done some questionable things for some questionable people, but this…..she’d never had a client as dangerous as Jack. Lanteia didn’t even care about getting paid for her work. With Jack involved, all she could pray for was that she’d walk out of the meeting alive.

She stopped her pacing as the sound of footsteps grew closer. The door flew open and Lanteia’s heart skipped a few beats as Jack entered the room. The heavily-tattooed killer was not alone. Around her stood a hanar, a turian and a krogan, all of whom Lanteia recognized from old extranet feeds about the galaxy’s most dangerous criminals.

The hanar to Jack’s left went by the face name “Toran”. While most hanar tended to range from light pink to dark red in terms of color, Toran was unique among his kind for his purple-hued skin. He and Jack had once crashed a space station into one of Kahje’s moons, permanently defacing the celestial body. Toran was also wanted by several governments for drug dealing, gun-running and a few counts of murder. His real passion, however, had always been the ladies. Toran liked to get his tentacles on every attractive woman he encountered, whether she liked it or not. Inevitably, they spurned his advances, which sent him flying into an uncontrollable rage and forcing himself on them. Rumor had it that he was especially fond of asari; when the police finally caught him on Lusia, he’d been using his tentacles to rape eight different asari in the ass while they were bound and gagged.

The turian standing behind Jack was Arcus Nemik, once the leader of the Omega chapter of the Blue Suns mercenary group. Wanted by the turian military for the brutal slaying of a mid-level general on Palaven when he was enlisted, Arcus had fled the turian homeworld and found his way to Omega, home of every lowlife in the galaxy. Nemik had paid his dues and cooperated with Aria T’Loak, sending her tributes every month in exchange for the right to carry out his criminal activities in the North section of Omega, from where he coordinated the Blue Suns’ smuggling, vandalism, assassinations and prostitution. 8 years ago, the turians had sent the Spectre Saren Arterius to Omega after receiving a confidential tip about Arcus’ whereabouts. Saren had stormed into Afterlife and held a gun to Aria’s head, demanding to know where Nemik was. Aria calmly gave him the information, explaining that she was the one who had sent the confidential tip to Palaven, since she wanted Arcus’ turf for herself. In the ensuing firefight with Saren, Arcus had been shot in the face and denied treatment until Saren dropped him on the front steps of a hospital on Palaven. The doctors had saved his life, but the bullet had destroyed his right eye completely, forcing him to wear a black eye-patch everywhere.

And finally, the krogan on Jack’s right……Gatatog Durak, a bloodthirsty bruiser who’d been convicted of every war crime in the book, and was fiercely proud of it. Durak had spent most of his 380 years of life bombing salarian settlements as revenge for the genophage; blowing up their hospitals, research centers, colleges, and even their children’s nurseries. For longer than anyone wished to keep note, he’d cut a bloody swarth across Sur’Kesh, Aeghor, Mannovai and a half dozen other salarian worlds. When the Salarian Union assembled a crack team of their best STG agents to track Durak down and capture him dead or alive, Durak had sent the agents back in a box. The salarians had finally appealed to the Council for help, and the Council responded by sending a small army to bring Durak down.

Jack, Toran, Arcus and Durak had all been sentenced to multiple terms of life imprisonment onboard the prison ship Purgatory, and this was where they all became acquainted with each other. While they couldn’t be said to like one another, there was an unspoken pact of loyalty between the four, as if they all recognized that mass murdering psychopaths needed to stick together. After Shepard stormed Purgatory and brought the ship down, all four had escaped, going their separate ways, but still occasionally keeping in contact.

Jack had found herself joining a suicide mission onboard the Normandy. She had demanded access to classified Cerberus files as a condition of her participation, and Shepard had granted her access, overruling Miranda’s protests. Later, Miranda discovered that Jack had been preparing to upload a massive computer virus into the Cerberus archives she was allowed to see; a virus that would have crippled Cerberus’ spy network and brought the organization grinding to a halt. After the Illusive Man heard about this, he had decided that Jack was more of a liability than an asset, and had given Miranda full authority to remove Jack from the ship. Miranda had gladly complied, ordering Joker to land on the nearest inhabited planet before dragging Jack out in front of everyone and kicking her out of the bay doors with nothing but the clothes on her back.

The tattooed ex-con watched in disbelief as the Normandy left without her, but rage quickly consumed her disbelief as she made her way to the nearest town, broke into a home and murdered the inhabitants. She used their phone to make a long-distance call to Arcus, explaining her situation and calling in a favor he owed her. Arcus arranged for Jack to be transported from the planet she was stuck on to his hideout in the Silean Nebula, where the two of them summoned Toran and Durak as well. Loyal as they all were to each other, the hanar, turian and krogan had all agreed to be a part of Jack’s plan for revenge against Miranda Lawson.

The first step had been this meeting with the now-terrified Lanteia, who was nervously eyeing Toran’s tentacles and hoping she was out of their reach. Jack saw the fright in the asari’s eyes and laughed.

“Rein ‘em in, Toran. You can get your jellyfish rocks off later.”

The hanar’s body pulsed as he spoke. “This one is fond of females of the asari persuasion. A fact you are well aware of. This one feels it would be a waste to let this asari pass him by.”

Arcus swore under his breath. “Spirits, we’re on Illium, Toran. You can’t throw a fucking stone without hitting an asari on this planet. This bitch is just here to tell us what we want to know. There’ll be plenty more later.”“This one will acquiesce,” Toran replied, “but he hopes your promise is not a hollow one.”

Jack snapped her fingers to catch Lanteia’s attention. “My companion’s a little antsy, bitch. You wanna give us that address now or should I let him do the talking?”

Lanteia hastily dug around in her vest for the document she’d brought to give Jack. She handed the file over to the convict, and watched as Jack thumbed through the photos, papers and certificates the asari PI had assembled.

“Not bad, Lanty, not bad at all,” Jack finally said. “Unless you’re screwing us over with this.”

“No!” Lanteia replied. “It’s all there and it’s all true, I swear!”

Jack chuckled as the asari panicked. “You know what? I’m gonna take your word for it. Consider this payment for a job well done.”

She tossed a small bag at Lanteia, who nervously checked the contents. A hundred credits. Far below what she’d normally charge for a job like this, but right now, she was just going to take it and be thankful.

“That seem fair to you?” Jack asked, her eyes daring the asari to say no.

“Y-yes,” Lanteia stammered. “Thank you.”

Jack smirked. “Yeah, I had about 90 credits in my pockets when the cheerleader bitch kicked me out of the Normandy. Figured I’d give them to you as payment. I actually felt bad about you running around town and doing all this work for free.” She paused for a second, looking Lanteia right in the eye. “Scrambled together an extra 10 credits too. Let’s call that a discretionary fee. What that means is, you’re going to maintain some ---- whaddaya call it --- confidentiality about this whole deal. You can do that, right? Keep your dumb fucking mouth shut, I mean. Tell no one about this. Especially not her.”

“Yes!” Lanteia cried. “I swear by the Goddess, no one will ever know I gave you that file!”

Durak spoke for the first time that night, lowering his giant krogan head to meet the asari’s. His scalding hot breath swept across Lanteia’s face as he exhaled. “Good,” he snarled, “we wouldn’t want anyone ratting us out. Toran might have to pay them a visit.”

“This one enjoys the prospect.” Toran helpfully added.

Jack cleared her throat impatiently. “Yeah, I think she gets the gist of it, boys. Let’s get a move on. I wanna catch the cheerleader’s sister at home before she goes out in the morning.”Lanteia slumped into a nearby chair and held her breath until the four psychopaths left the room. She picked up the bag of credits and used the fabric to wipe away the sweat cascading from her brow. “Screw this,” she muttered to herself, “I’m retiring.”-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The four criminals made their way to Nos Astra’s docking port, where Arcus smashed through the window of an unattended shuttle car and started hotwiring the vehicle. The owner had tried to stop them, but one headbutt from Durak had left him in a coma.

They zoomed across the skies of Nos Astra until they arrived at the address Lanteia had given them. Oriana Lawson lived at 256 Cerulean Vista, in a three-storey luxury villa with her adoptive parents. Miranda had made sure her sister wanted for nothing, and had every opportunity available to her.

“Nice place,” Durak grunted. “Sure we got the address right?”

“Yeah, this is it. Just the kind of place you’d expect to find the cheerleader’s sister,” Jack replied.

“This one has grown impatient, Jacqueline. This one wishes to receive what he was promised.”

“Swear to God, Toran, you ever call me ‘Jacqueline’ again and I’ll show you where you can shove those tentacles---“

“Quiet!” Arcus hissed. “Listen.”

The four maintained their silence as they heard voices coming from a dining room somewhere on the ground floor.

“Three voices,” Toran observed. “They are all at home. This one is pleased.”

“Let’s get a closer look,” Durak said.

They sneaked inside the estate and crouched low as they approached the house, stopping below a window on the ground floor. Jack gingerly raised her head and peered through the window. A young woman having dinner with her parents. The convict craned her head further to get a good look. Yup, that was Oriana, all right. The younger Lawson sister was already starting to show off the family gifts, with her C-cup breasts and shapely figure clearly beginning to resemble Miranda’s fabled body. Give it a few years, and the two sisters would have nearly indistinguishable measurements.

“Jackpot,” Jack whispered.

Arcus groaned. “Really? ‘Jackpot’?”

Jack grinned. “Not my fault you don’t have a catchphrase.”

Durak snorted. “Take this show on the road sometime. In the meanwhile, we have some breaking and entering to do. How do you want to handle this? I got bombs.”

“Are you crazy?” Arcus replied. “Set off one of those and every cop within 5 miles lands on our heads. We’re back in jail before this even gets started.”

“So what’s your genius plan, turian? You gonna ask the salarians to let you in ---- wait, where did Toran go?”

Jack, Arcus and Durak looked around for the hanar, but he seemed to have disappeared.

“Great, don’t tell me he chickened out.” Jack groaned.

“This one does not appreciate the comparisons to human poultry,” came the whispered reply from around the corner.

They sneaked around the corner and towards the back of the house to find Toran standing in front of a windscreen door with only a single lock.

“This one prefers the back door,” Toran said. “Pun intended.”

“You’re some kind of genius, Toran,” Jack said, using her biotics to carefully, and silently, manipulate the internal chambers of the lock, until she heard the tell-tale click that announced the lock was open.

“We’re in,” Durak growled.

They quietly walked through the door and towards the three voices in the dining room. When they were just outside the room and less than 10 feet away from the unsuspecting family, they pulled out their weapons and barged into the room.

Oriana’s foster mother shrieked at the sight of them, but Jack waved her hand and a biotic wave knocked her out of her chair and into the wall behind her, where she was knocked unconscious. Another wave, and Oriana’s foster father was KO’d by a wall clock crashing down on his head. Oriana herself was on her feet and backed against the wall, staring in shock at the four intruders who’d attacked her family. Three aliens and a human woman who was covered in tattoos from head to toe……somehow, she seemed familiar….

“I know you,” Oriana said. “You were with Miri and Shepard when those Eclipse mercs kidnapped me, weren’t you? Why are you here?” she asked, wondering if her father was trying to kidnap her again.

There was a heavy silence as Jack looked at Oriana, a sadistic grin widening on her face. “I almost don’t know how to break it to ya,” she began, “but we’re not here to help, sweetcheeks. Quite the opposite.”

Jack glanced at the slumbering forms of Oriana’s foster parents. “What are we gonna do with these two?”

“I still know people on Omega,” Arcus said. “I can have them shipped off there. Mom gets put to work in a whorehouse; Dad gets sent to the mines.”

“What are you talking about?” Oriana cried. “What do you want from us?”

Jack walked over to Oriana and pinned her against the wall. “Here’s the deal, girly girl: your sister, Miranda? Her and I go way back. Actually, no ---- it was only a few months, but it felt like fucking eternity with that bitch. She kicked me off the Normandy in the middle of nowhere, so I’m going to teach her a lesson about what happens when you screw with me.” She paused, taking a moment to savor the terror in Oriana’s brown eyes. “You ready to be the teacher’s aid, Ori?”

Jack ripped off Oriana’s dress in one fluid motion, leaving the younger girl topless. Oriana instinctively covered her breasts with her arms as she opened her mouth to scream for help, but a vicious slap from Jack took her breath away and left her sprawling on the floor. She felt her lower lip bleeding and wiped the traces of blood away, as Jack crouched down before her.

“Scream once,” the tattooed woman said, “and fake-daddy dies. Scream a second time, and fake-mommy dies. Are we clear?”

Oriana slowly nodded, shaking in fear, before Jack grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her back onto her feet and used her biotic powers to toss her across the room towards her three prison-mates.

“All yours, Toran,” Jack said, “You get first crack at the little bitch. Thank me later. Rich people always got a safe somewhere; I’m betting this place is no different. Arc, Durak, let’s go check it out.”

Arcus and Durak followed Jack out of the room as the three left to find the home’s safe. Durak paused at the door before he left. “Careful not to break her, Toran,” he growled, “we’ll be back shortly.”

As the door closed, Oriana tried to stumble back on her feet, but in the blink of an eye, Toran was upon her, pressing her down. One of the hanar’s tentacles bound her wrists together, while another two coiled around her thighs and forced her legs apart. Oriana struggled with every ounce of strength in her being, but the hanar were a lot stronger than they looked, and Toran was no different. His slim, purple tentacles held her limbs in vice-like grips, impervious to her attempts to break free.

His pulsing body settled down on her smooth back, and Oriana shivered as she felt his cold, sticky skin come into contact with hers. When Toran lazily slipped the tip of one of his tentacles past her lips, it was all Oriana could do to not scream, but she checked herself, knowing her parents would die if she cried out.

“This one has never had a human female before,” Toran said, his alien voice emanating from the body latched onto Oriana’s back, “He wonders how you will compare to the taste of asari.”

The tentacle between Oriana’s lips darted into her mouth and released a sharp sting when it met her tongue, secreting a mild toxin that loosened the muscles in Oriana’s tongue, leaving her unable to speak. With the problem of her attracting the neighbors’ attention taken care of, the tentacle in her mouth began to undulate as it flexed in and out of her throat, Toran forcing Oriana to fellate one of his eight reproductive organs.

Another pair of tentacles snaked underneath her panties, forcing another shiver from Oriana as she felt the cold hanar flesh rub against the inside of her thighs. With a quick outward thrust, the fabric protecting Oriana’s nethers gave way, leaving her completely bare and exposed to her alien rapist. She tried to cry out, but her paralyzed tongue left her incapable of doing anything more than babbling incoherently.

Toran’s body pulsed as he spoke, and Oriana could feel her own body shake with his. “This one likes what he sees”, Toran said, “humans and asari seem to share many similarities.”

The tentacle that had ripped away Oriana’s parties slid toward her womanhood and slowly pressed against her clitoris, before delivering a quick electric shock. Oriana yelped, the sound garbled as it came out her mouth. Toran continued his shock treatment, jolting her tender clit again and again until the skin around her vagina was bright red and aching for mercy. While the hanar tortured her clitoris, the tentacle in Oriana’s mouth coiled itself around her tongue and began stroking it, using the tongue as a masturbatory aid.

Toran eventually tired of playing around, his tentacle slithering away from Oriana’s clitoris and toward her tight vagina. He slipped his tentacle an inch past the lips of her pussy, making sure she could feel its presence. She groaned and tried to close her legs to block him, but the tentacles holding her thighs apart were still too strong.

“This one is ready, human,” Toran whispered, “are you?”

Before Oriana had time to even process his words, the tentacle thrust itself into her cunt with the speed of a bullet. Its momentum carried it deep into her birthing canal, stopping just short of her cervix. A second tentacle thrust in immediately after it, and Oriana could feel the two organs wind around each other to create a single thrusting organ of increased width, smearing sticky juices along her vaginal walls as the intertwined tentacles pummeled her cunt over and over again.

Toran still had two of his eight tentacles free, a fact Oriana realized to her horror as she felt the two appendages in question firmly push her buttocks aside and position themselves at her virgin asshole. She frantically squirmed and made pitiful pleading sounds as loud as she could, but Toran simply tightened his grip on her limbs, sped up his thrusts into her mouth and cunt, and slowly entered her ass, squeezing the two invading tentacles into the tight orifice.

The tentacles in her ass followed the lead of the ones in her pussy, coiling around each other to increase the width of the flesh pushing into Oriana. Toran was now fully occupied with his trembling victim, violating all of Oriana’s holes as she moaned incoherently. The reproductive juices laced along the tips of his tentacles stimulated her cunt against her will, forcing her sticky secretions to trickle steadily down her thighs as tears flowed freely from her face. Every now and then in the middle of the rape, Toran would direct all of his tentacles to release a minor electric shock into the holes they were plowing, jolting Oriana’s traumatized mind back to her grim reality and forcing her holes to involuntarily tighten and stimulate the hanar further.

The door to the room flew open again as Jack, Arcus and Durak returned, the krogan holding a safe box in his hands. They surveyed Oriana’s rape with amusement. “Damn, Toran,” Jack said, “I’ve seen some freaky shit, but this is something special.”

“Hurry up and finish,” Durak grunted, as he and Arcus began to shed their lower armor, “I haven’t had a human whore in decades.”

Oriana whimpered as the speed of Toran’s thrusts and the frequency of his electric jolts increased. “This one is nearly done, human,” her alien rapist whispered, “consider yourself fortunate our time together was limited.”

The tentacles in Oriana’s mouth, vagina and asshole began firing jets of liquid into her holes, filling her up with a sickly-sweet secretion that would lubricate her for the punishment soon to come when the krogan and turian got their hands on her. She burned with shame as she instinctively swallowed the loads that were fired down her throat, even as her cunt pulsed and flowed with the sticky hanar seed she was receiving. Hanar body fluids had a psychedelic effect on humans, and Oriana could already feel the load she had swallowed start to affect her senses, blurring her vision and dulling her hearing.

Toran yanked his appendages out of her holes with as much force as he had thrust them in, dropping Oriana on the floor, alien seed leaking out of her ass and pussy. As the hanar stepped aside, Oriana pulled herself onto her hands and knees with a herculean effort. The hanar fluids were making it nearly impossible for her to stand up or speak, but she could still try crawling away from her attackers. Arcus and Durak let her make it all the way to the door before the krogan grabbed her by the hair and dragged her, kicking and screaming, back to the center of the room.

The two remaining aliens disrobed from their mercenary armor, their now freed cocks erect and hovering in the air above Oriana. It seemed a small mercy that Oriana’s vision was blurred, for she might have died of shock at the sight of the organs in front of her. Durak shared the endowment of all male krogan, his fleshy red cock standing at nearly a foot in length, glistening with krogan mating juices. Arcus, while not quite as well-endowed as his krogan companion, still brandished a nine-inch cock that was ribbed throughout its length, designed to lodge itself inside a female and remain there until its load had been released.

With one arm, Durak lifted Oriana off her feet and into the air between him and the turian. She squirmed and kicked out, but the krogan barely felt any of her hits.

“No way I can get it all inside her ass,” Durak said, in a tone so frank it was as if he were ordering breakfast, rather than deciding how to rape Oriana, “so that one’s all yours.”

“Fine by me,” Arcus replied, holding out one of Oriana’s arms as the jagged tip of his cock poked into her asshole.

Durak grabbed Oriana’s other arm and held it out, and the two aliens rammed their cocks inside the younger Lawson sister simultaneously. Oriana shrieked at the top of her lungs as every inch of her rapists’ lengths disappeared insider her; she could feel every bump and ridge of Arcus’ penis lodged inside her once-tight asshole, throbbing against her bowels, while Durak’s length split her wide open from the front, forcing her to spread her legs as wide as possible just to accommodate him, as her tortured pussy was widened by at least four inches.

Her slack body lolled up and down through the air in tandem with her rapists’ thrusts; Durak making slow, deep thrusts while Arcus tortured her ass with a rapid jerking pattern. The faint part of Oriana that hadn’t given up hope yet was slowly fading away, as her arms were restrained by the aliens raping her. Durak’s monstrous member had slammed its way right past her cervix and was punching the walls of her womb with each thrust, while Arcus’ ribbed cock scraped against her insides. Oriana’s thighs seemed to ripple as the krogan pounded away, his sack of four giant balls swinging through the air and smashing against the base of her ass, inches away from where the turian was sodomizing her.

The two aliens began to build up momentum as they fucked Oriana harder and faster, releasing her arms to get a better hold of her body. There was no strength left in her limbs to fight them, anyway. Durak placed one hand on Oriana’s waist as the other held her thigh in place, while Arcus used his free hands to cup Oriana’s breasts from behind, painfully twisting and pinching her nipples. The turian inched his head forward and bit down on Oriana’s shoulder, just hard enough to draw a trickle of blood, and relished her newest gasp of pain as he continued torturing her tits and raping her ass.

After 20 minutes of this treatment, Oriana could make out an increase in the frequency of Arcus’ primal grunts, just seconds before the turian found his release and thrust his cock as deeply into her as he could, before releasing his seed into her bowels. Even as Durak continued pounding at her cunt, Arcus held his cock in place, biting down harder still and ensuring that not a single drop of his cum spilled out.

Eventually, his load was spent, and Arcus yanked his cock out, allowing a slow dribble of alien seed to trickle out of Oriana’s ruined asshole. Durak now had the human female all to himself, and began ramming into Oriana with such force that she was in serious danger of a few fractures. His inhuman tongue pressed itself painfully against her tortured nipples, sending another surge of pain through Oriana’s mind, preventing her from drifting into merciful unconsciousness.

A few minutes later, Durak found his release as well, plunging into her womb and blasting what seemed like gallons of krogan semen into his hapless human fuckmeat. This time, there was no way to avoid spillage; the sheer volume of cum surging into Oriana’s cunt meant there was seed spurting out from the sides of her vagina as Durak’s cock stayed lodged inside. Once he was sated, Durak pulled his cock out as suddenly as he had jammed it in, dropping Oriana on the floor. She lay spread-eagled on the ground, moaning weakly as hanar, turian and krogan semen poured out of her abused holes.

As Durak stepped away, Jack emerged from the corner she’d been observing from, and kneeled over Oriana.

“You wanna know a secret, girl?” Jack said, her voice almost a whisper. “While I was trying to dump that cyber-bomb on Cerberus, I had a good look at some archives. Stuff they sealed away and thought no one would ever look for. Secrets. Test results.”

She leaned forward, until she was face-to-face with Oriana. “Turns out the cheerleader’s not as perfect as she wants everyone to believe. Something’s wrong with her tubes, so she can’t have kids. Daddy screwed up somewhere with her,” Jack paused, “but you? You really did come out perfect. Nothing wrong with your tubes. You can get pregnant just fine. Ain’t that a relief?”

The convict smirked as Oriana’s eyes betrayed her alarm at Jack’s words. “Don’t worry, you’re not that perfect. Aliens can’t knock you up. Can’t blame you for panicking, though. I know I sure as hell wouldn’t want Toran’s freaky jellyfish babies.”

Jack stroked her hand against Oriana’s cheek, almost tenderly. The girl could only whimper in response. “Only babies you’re gonna have, girly girl,” Jack proclaimed, “are the ones I dump in you.”

Oriana’s blurred vision had improved just enough for her to watch in horror as Jack unbuckled her pants and slowly pulled out her 11-inch long cock, thick as her wrist and decorated with veins throughout its length. The organ was crowned by a dark purple head, already glistening with precum. What remained of Oriana’s traumatized mind wondered how Jack had concealed a monster like that in her tight-fitting pants.

The wonder was driven out of her mind as Jack took hold of Oriana’s thighs and spread her legs apart as far as they would go, the weakened girl incapable of providing any resistance. Jack grabbed her cock with one hand, stroking it slowly as she brought it within an inch of Oriana’s gaping cunt. Two hours ago, there was no way Jack’s cock would have squeezed itself in; but now, after Durak had ruined her, it would likely be a perfect fit.

Jack lowered her head until her lips were inches away from Oriana’s left ear. “Daddy wanted his own little dynasty, didn’t he?” she whispered, “All those little cheerleaders, marching around the galaxy, being ever so fucking perfect at everything. And since your sister’s the defective product, you’re the only one who can give him that. Well,” Jack hissed, the venom in her voice sending a shiver down Oriana’s spine, “guess it’s up to me to toss a little mud on the Lawson family tree.”

The tattooed psychopath rammed her cock into Oriana’s wet, dripping hole without any further ado, groaning as she felt the warm flesh of her fuckmeat’s birthing canal envelop her organ. Oriana’s speech had still not returned, leaving her unable to do anything more than cringe and cry as she was raped for the fourth time that night.

“FUCK!” Jack yelled, “I needed that!”

The convict grabbed Oriana’s breasts and roughly squeezed and mashed the flesh together, using her mammaries as support while she continued pounding at Oriana’s cunt. After a few minutes of manic thrusting, Jack grabbed Oriana’s legs under the thighs and hoisted them up, raising the girl’s lower half up by a little, trying to get deeper than before.

She began banging against Oriana’s cervix, already weakened from Durak’s rampage. “This is it, girly girl,” she grinned, “ready to be a mommy?”

Oriana summoned all her strength to release a frantic yelp, but Jack had already begun to slowly squeeze past her cervix, moaning with unfiltered ecstasy as she felt her monstrous cock enter Oriana’s womb.

She began thrusting slower, but with more force, relishing every second of the experience as she felt her balls churn. It wouldn’t be long before she erupted inside her victim.

“See these tattoos?” she said, in the middle of the fucking, “one for each skank I held down and banged in prison. You’re special, though. When this is done, I’m going to have your pretty little face painted on my cock, just so you know how special you are.”

The declaration was almost romantic, or at least it would have been if Jack hadn’t reached out and grasped Oriana’s throat with one hand, gently choking her as she slammed into her vagina again and again. Caught up in the pleasure of a good raping, something she hadn’t done since Purgatory, Jack focused her attention on Oriana’s brown eyes, the ones she had in common with her sister, and fantasized that she was holding Miranda by the throat as she banged her uptight cunt.

“Not so high-and-mighty now, are you, bitch?” Jack yelled, thoroughly immersed in the fantasy, as she thrust harder and faster into the battered pussy. The thrill of raping Miranda sent a flood of endorphins through Jack’s brain, pushing her over the edge as she felt her orgasm approaching rapidly. “FUCKING TAKE IT!”

She plunged deep into Oriana’s womb, her grip on the girl’s throat releasing as a torrent of cum crashed into Oriana’s womanhood, driving out the alien semen inside even as it hunted down her eggs and impregnated her. Jack’s body shook and trembled as her orgasm took her. “Yeah…..that’s the stuff……,” she moaned, as she held herself in place for two whole minutes, letting every last drop of cum pour out of her.

Jack slowly pulled out of Oriana, observing her handiwork. The girl was now unconscious, her breathing slow and shallow as she tried to recover from her ordeal. The younger Lawson had been thoroughly bred, her perfect genes now soiled by Jack’s corrupt seed growing inside her. “Wish I could see the cheerleader’s face when she finds out about this,” Jack muttered to herself, a wide grin plastered across her face.

“What are we going to do with her?” Arcus said.

“Don’t worry about that,” Jack replied. “I got this all figured out…..”

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Four months later, Miranda and the rest of the Normandy had returned from beyond the Omega-4 relay. The first thing that greeted Miranda when she walked into her office was a link to a video attachment in her inbox. She opened the video, her expression shifting from confusion over what was happening to shock as she recognized Oriana, and finally to rage as Jack’s face appeared, smiling for the cameras. By the time she reached the part where Toran had wrapped himself around Oriana, Miranda was screaming incoherently, and the rest of the Normandy’s crew rushed into her office to find out what the commotion was about.

Over the next year, Miranda searched all over the galaxy for her sister, finding no leads anywhere. Lanteia had disappeared, and if anyone knew where Jack and her friends were, they were too frightened to talk.

But those who pay a visit to a clandestine batarian colony on the planet Xeltic may be surprised to find a human girl working as a whore in a seedy military bar. The girl had been sold to the bar as a sex slave nearly a year ago, and since then the batarians had gangraped her at least a hundred times, each man tossing a coin at her for every foul load she swallowed. Human women were popular among batarians, for all the wrong reasons.

Oriana had little choice. Every load she swallowed meant more money, and she needed all the money she could get to take care of her new baby…..
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