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One Wrong Choice	By : Snap-crack-and-pop Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 12535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Screwed
- 1
Shepard had chosen to do this seemingly simple mission by herself, because she was a badass, and she just marched ahead to go and retrieve the convict, Jack. Shepard made her way down the long hallway, passing by a prisoner getting beat up in his cell, and turning right. From here, she went down another hallway which turned left to lead into a large, spacious room. There was a technician working at a console to the left of Shepard, and he informed her that Outprocessing was through the door on the far side of the room. Shepard did as was told and made her way over towards the large door, which opened up to reveal...
"My apologies, Shepard," Warden Kuril said over the intercom. "You're more valuable to me as a prisoner rather than a customer. Drop your weapons and proceed into the open cell. You will not be harmed."

It was a prison cell. There was no 'Outprocessing' at this part of the prison.
"Screw you —"

"Activate systems!" Kuril said, ordering the guards and mechs to subdue Shepard. What was the latter to do now? She'd made a rookie mistake in coming here alone and was almost powerless to defend herself against the swarm of guards entering this room. By now, this entire prison ship had undocked with the Normandy, and it was surrounded by Blue Suns fighters which distracted Shepard's ship long enough to have Purgatory reach the mass relay.

There was absolutely no hope for Shepard now. She took down her share of guards but was ultimately subdued herself. Two of the guards, both female, grabbed Shepard by the arms and then frog-marched her into her cell. They slapped an omni-collar around Shepard's neck.

"This baby can dish out all sorts of punishment if we send it the commands needed to do so." said one of the guards. "Here's a tip: you can spare yourself the agony and screaming by following orders like a good little prisoner. Is that clear?"

Seeing the guards checking through their omni-tools made Shepard nod. She'd seen these collars in action before.

"Excellent," said the guard who'd placed the omni-collar on Shepard. She then ordered Shepard to stand against the wall, after which the guard placed her hands on Shepard's fatigues, right over the latter's chest. "You're ours now, Shepard. Let's take a look and see how accurate all those fake extranet pics are..."

There was nothing Shepard could do to resist as the two guards had their fun. Seconds later, Shepard had no choice but to climb onto the table which was positioned on the left side of the room. Then she got into a face-down, ass-up position, after which she was made to piss like an animal. What the fuck was wrong with these people? They stood and played around with her pisshole as Shepard kept on pissing, she was like a human sprinkler here.
Then came something which Shepard wasn't expecting at all: she waa spanked over and over until her ass burned red. These female guards brought out their bare hands, whips, and all sorts of tools to make Shepard beg for mercy.
Twenty minutes later saw Shepard sandwiched between the two women, both of whom were now naked on Shepard's bunk bed. There were all sorts of kinky lesbian shit going down there, which became a staple for Shepard over the next two days. At the very least, they at least kept cleanly shaved for a good pussy-licking session, although the constant wearing of armour made everything overly sweaty . Then, after having pretended enough while forming an escape plan, Shepard finally broke out of her cell, took down the first guard in the next room, and raised hell.
A riot ensued... which was quickly overwhelmed and contained.

"Wrong choice," said the guard who initially had their way with Shepard. And now, things went from kinky lesbian shit to pure torture by way of the collar. Shepard's screams could be heard right down the hallway, and many eavesdropping prisoners were wanking themselves silly to that sweet sound. Couple that with the relentless spanking of Shepard's ass, and many prison cells were splattered with pervert cum.
After hours and hours of torture, the sweaty Shepard was handed over to the male guards. Humans and batarians alike had their way with Shepard over and over until she finally broke. The famous first human Spectre, whose picture lit up many a poster or propaganda video, was used and enjoyed by these random grunts out in the middle of nowhere. They were putting all their fantasies from watching fake, extranet-VI-created porn into practice here. Black, white, human, batarian, and even turian cocks pounded Shepard's mouth, pussy, and anus for who knew how many times a day. Modern medical technology meant that Shepard was always ready for another fuck. Nothing ever got worn down too much. Hell, the black guys just loved fucking their pretty redhead slave in the hallway.
Then came the varren, who were made to show Shepard her place around here. She couldn't believe that she was crawling around and randomly being fucked by these filthy animals. They were almost as relentless as the guards themselves during a fuck session.
Shepard lost count of how many balls she'd ended up emptying around here. She was used and abused for so long that she couldn't even remember the last time she hadn't seen a cock in over an hour. These guards were just too horny for their own good, and Shepard made for one fine, fit, high-class marine fuck. All that N7 training and superiority complex meant nothing these days. She was just an object to please both men and women alike around here.
Shepard's cell became more of a fuck-zone than anything else these days. Then, after being washed and cleaned out, Shepard was handed over to Warden Kuril. That bare-faced turian had a hell of a dirty mind, and he enjoyed doing all sorts of kinky, humiliating shit with his famous prisoner. Blowjobs and simple fucks were the least interesting things to happen over the next few days. Kuril had fantasised for years about kidnapping and owning Shepard, which explained why his cock never softened in the presence of Shepard.
They fucked on the floor, on the table, while Kuril did his office-work, while he washed, while he pissed, while he was almost asleep... and they fucked in all sorts of positions. Kuril even went so far as to test out every documented sex position, with his redhead toy. She had a fine ass that he slapped and stuck his cock between on a regular basis, not to mention using her perfect pussy too. And people said this two-bit slaver scumbag wouldn't amount to anything in his?
Please. He was fucking COMMANDER SHEPARD as much as he wanted to these days. His victory and triumph were only further emphasised each time he had his rough, thick cock sliding up and down those hot, inner walls of Shepard.
When the fun died down and Kuril had satisfied every one of his fetish scenarios with Shepard, he returned her to the guards. She was taken to each of the other prisoners' cells, where the guards fucked her in front of the wanking prisoners of either gender. Shepard knew she fucked up badly when the guards did her over the railing which overlooked the lunch area, at lunchtime. They held her up and pounded her until she squirted onto the cheering prisoners below. Then they did a raffle where one fucked-up, drug-addicted rapist had a once-in-a-lifetime chance to enjoy Commander Shepard.
Two years ago, she'd saved the Citadel and became known all across the galaxy. Now, she was taking the lengthy meat of some guy who'd come from the dumps, almost literally. And when he finally came and pulled out, the prisoner held Shepard up so that everyone could see HIS cum spilling out of her no-longer-private areas. Then he resumed his fucking in manner that really made Shepards tits shake for their audience.
The galaxy was one fucked-up place.
After a week or so of servicing Kuril and probably the entire security force, Shepard was finally sold to the Shadow Broker. She was already broken upon her arrival in that yahg's office, and so she ended up as his personal slave before being sold off to the Collectors. That was it. She was immediately processed into the Reaper larvae thing. No more Commander Shepard, no more hope, no proper leader for the Normandy, and nobody to stop the Collectors. Her life had started by means of a cock, and it had ended by means of getting fucked by a brainless Collector while being melted down.
As a failsafe, the Illusive Man tracked down Maya Brooks, aka 'Rasa', and had her tortured, raped, and killed, and then he programmed Shepard's clone to believing that she's the real thing. 'Cloneshep' took the Normandy by surprise but was accepted nonetheless. And although she didn't possess the memories of her late counterpart, she tried nonetheless. Everything went OK, and the crew went on to completing the suicide mission... which turned out quite fine. Next came the events of 2186, which fell apart.
Try as she might, Cloneshep just couldn't rally the aliens together, because the Illusive Man had given her the one-up. He released all the information on the fact that this was merely a Cerberus-created clone, which led to none of the aliens trusting her. Cloneshep survived Mars but didn't possess the skills needed to stop Dr. Eva from escaping. That was too bad; Cerberus now had the complete set of Crucible plans in their hands.
Palaven fell first followed by Sur'kesh, Tuchanka, Rannoch, Thessia, and everywhere else too. One by one, they were all beaten like ants by the Reapers.
"We're fucked... Hackett out."
That was the last vid-comm message which Clonshep got from the brass. Cerberus was achieving all their objectives one by one. Well, they soon had both the complete Crucible plans as well as the Catalyst, and there was no big battle for Earth (because the Crucible was being built by Cerberus, which took far longer than had the Council organised it).
At some point, the Illusive Man finally managed to seize control of the Citadel, by virtue of using tons of spies and inside jobs. Cloneshep and her crew tried to stop Cerberus but were defeated by the even-further-upgraded Cerberus troops. And so, in the end, the Illusive Man eventually managed to somehow complete the Crucible. He docked it with the Citadel and went all the way to meet the Reapers' lead AI, which took the form of the Illusive Man's old friend: Eva (who was killed way back in the First Contact War).
But, the Illusive Man was smart enough not to listen to that bullshit trickery, and he stepped right up to seize control of the Reapers. He did the whole grab-hold-of-the-rods-and-sacrifice-yourself thing... which worked.
It was just too bad that he was so full of Reaper tech himself that it was basically the Reaper AI seizing control of the Reapers. A pointless redundancy which was pretty much pointless. And so, Jack Harper finally realised his mistakes right when it was too late. He rued the fact that he was stupid enough to use Reaper tech in himself... and that was just as his Control-uploaded AI self was obliterated clean from the system by the Reapers' true leader.
The Reapers marched on and took care of business.
The cycle continued, and it was all because of a few foolish mistakes and some base desires as well. Shepard's dumbass capture by Warden Kuril and the subsequent giving-in-to-primal-fun that followed had sealed the galaxy's fate. They literally caused their 'milky way' to fuck up the Milky Way itself. Yes, Kuril and his guards had the time of their lives doing things best left unspoken of, and undocumented about, with Commander Shepard, but they were all now part of the Reapers or the Reaper-force itself.
As the Reaper war went on, countless people decided to do their own, fucked-up version of Saren Arterius' appeasement. They knew they were dead meat anyway, and so they said 'fuck it' and decided to go out with a bang. All of them begged the Reapers to allow them to assist in the capturing of their fellow victims, in exchange for getting the chance to have their fun. And so, towards the dwindling end of that cycle, the rape rate and all that shit shot up like one thousand per cent at least. Earth was especially a bad case, as the bottom end of the inequality finally struck back. Countless dumbass, impoverished masses swarmed and took out their anger on the rich (in many creative ways); no credits could change the fact that they were all equally fucked by the Reapers.
Did the Reapers care about whose genetic material and all that jazz was mixed with who? Nope. It was all the same to them when processing everyone in the end.
The Shadow Broker, who'd also had his fun, went into hiding and lived out the rest of his life in secret. But what did he have to fear? The yahg were part of the next cycle anyway... And so the Shadow Broker took some of his loyal men and women and had them capture some slaves to enjoy. That was pretty much all they did while hiding in the aftermath of the Reaper war.
While the Reapers went around systematically processing all of the advanced races, the Shadow Broker and his troops were living in sin and secret. Hundreds and hundreds of all types of organics, and of all ages, were fucked, humiliated, kept naked, and constantly enjoyed in the Broker's hidden base somewhere. It was a party every day, basically. The whole Shadow Broker organisation's remnants decided to literally screw and play with what was left of their world here.
It was bad enough that the Broker's forces were basically the elites of the dirtiest scumbags around, but watching them turning any one of these civilians, be they from the poor or megarich, into cock/pussy/tits/ass slaves was something else. They were really living out the deepest, darkest depravities in their hearts and minds. It was a messy affair, quite literally so.
They even tried kick-starting their race by numerous impregnations, but it just couldn't work.
At some point, the Reapers finally found the breeding, sinning, and slaving facility and took care of business. They ended up cleaning the galaxy and leaving only the most primitive, uneducated savages around to start the next cycle.
All that crap just because Commander Shepard got blinded by pride and lost one damn mission. What was Liara T'soni even supposed to leave behind for the future cycles now?
"Sorry, but our people got driven crazy by their filthy minds... which destroyed us all. Don't do alcohol or drugs, don't watch porn, do live in an equal society, vote for proper politicians who actually listen, do prey religiously, and do make use of your squadmates. Don't be an idiot like Commander Jane Shepard, the hero of the Citadel, and the first human Spectre who screwed us all over... and literally screwed herself over and over again. We're still trying to get through the countless number, and variety, of porn videos they did with her in prison and wherever."
"Hey, you know, this is actually pretty good," said James Vega, as he and Liara set out to bury the beacon across various locations. They would've appreciated the opinion of the prothean, Javik, who Cloneshep had managed to retrieve, but Javik had already made up his mind.
"You primitives and your stupid, fucked-up minds," he said, before throwing himself out the airlock and shooting himself in the head thereafter.
Cloneshep took in the sights of the beautiful planet she and her entire crew had crash-landed their ship on. "Well, people, we tried and failed. Might as well go nuts and do all sorts of shit before the Reapers inevitably find us."
"Yo, guys!" said Jacob Taylor, who actually decided to rejoin the Normandy. "Let's do that nasty, kinky bullshit my dad did while trapped on that one planet."
"I'm all for that," said Kasumi Goto, and all the women of the Normandy, including the random ones that were hardly known, stripped naked and lived like slaves for the rest of their short lives.
What was the point of all those countless engineering, etc. courses, in order to get into the Alliance and on the Normandy, when they just ended up getting fucked senseless in the dirt? Cloneshep and her fellow ladies accepted their fate and enjoyed the cocks pistoning in and out of their holes. Then, one day, a familiar, deafening horn came from the skies.
"We're fucked... Shepard out."
Critical mission failure. The cycle continues.
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