Shepard twisted and pinned the squealing Asari beneath her fingers, holding the much older, alien-maiden against the wall by her nimble fingers.
"Nnngh," Shepard growled into the Asari's soft throat, pumping her powerful fingers in and out of the alien's dripping snatch, "That's right, slut, squeal!"
Liara groaned, trembling atop Shepard's hand; her tits free and jiggling with every four-fingered thrust; her teeth chattering and bitting own on her bottom lip, "Oh, goddess!"
"Mmmm," Shepard smirked, enjoying the power, the control, it was no secret the tough, hardened Alliance operative could be a hell of a Domme when she felt like it and whenever she was in the coquettish Asari, or any dripping snatch really, 's presence, she
definitely felt like it. "That's right; I'm your Goddess. Say it."
Liara squealed, cumming hard and spasming on Shepard's hand, her big, round, blue tits bouncing, "Fuccckkkk! You're my Goddess, Shepard!"
Shepard smile, one hand snaking up to grasp the Asari's throat as she plucked the svelte alien up and hurled her onto the bed; spread-eagled, on all fours, breathing hard. She slid a lubed up hand; dripping with Liara's cum, along her strap-on and smirked
as she grasped Liara's hips, "Too right, baby, too right. God it feels good to relax."
She chuckled and pressed the strap-on home. Liara screamed in pleasure.
Jack's hand bubble and boiled with biotic energy as she stepped gingerly up the stairs to Stacker's office; a guard stepped out through the door, fixing his zipper back up, slipping away his dripping cock; Jack smacked him sideways with a biotic burst and stepped
over his fallen body. The door to Stacker's office splintered with a sudden, snapping biotic kick.
Jack left through the splintered remains; splittle flying from her furious, raging mouth as she lashed out with a ball of biotic energy; Stacker's desk explode into a thousand, wooden shards, "Okay, Princess, Jack's here to rescue yo-unnngh!"
Jack squealed as a man stepped in from either side of the door she'd just stepped through; each one cradling a long, curved rod that terminated in a hardened, round locking collar. She ducked as they came for her; but they simply adjusted the angle and
snapped the collar shut around her throat from either side. An energy pulse trembled along the rods and sent her, screaming, to her knees; her biotic power short-circuited with a weak sputter as she fought and struggled, kicking and lashing out as two more
men stepped into view; one carrying an ankle-chain, the other a long, latex arm-binder.
They bound her hands together behind her back, letting her squirm and struggle fitfully as they slipped the chain around her ankle and lifted her into the air; hog-tied as they slipped the ankle-chain up and through the arm-binder, tying it all together.
"You bastards! Let me go! You're going to fucking regret this, I'm going to fucking kill all of you! Miranda! Miranda!"
Jack fell quiet as Stacker stepped into view; the thin, small man was cradling something in his hands; a slick, black latex hood; no eyes, ears or mouth were set into it; except for a large, round white ball-gag adorned with an orange Cerberus logo.
"Cerberus?" Jack squealed, panicking suddenly, all strength leaving, "No! No, I won't go back! I won't be a slave again! Noooo!"
Stacker chuckled as he slid the hood over the screaming, crying, hysterical girl's smooth, bald head, giving her tits a pert pinch as he locked it off and fixed the gag in her frothing mouth.
"A slave?" Stacker chuckled, giving the girl's ass a smack as she was hauled away, "No, not a slave. Though I hear the Illusive Man is looking for a very obedient, submissive, busty Maid, Jacqueline..."
Stacker laughed curtly and snapped his fingers; two bimbos hurrying forward to begin cleaning up the remains of his desk, "Two down..."
Miri-- Nnnughhh, part of her mind whimpered, her name was...was...-- gurgled around the long, hard tube that fucked her throat so well and filled her up with yummy nanites. She'd long since stopped struggling, even if a small part of Miranda Lawson was stiill
crying out and screaming inside.
Oral-Slut, as she'd come to identify the hot, fuckable young bimbo that knelt in front of her, servicing a long line of cocks, turned and winked at her. "Oooooh, Miri! Your titties are getting soooo big!"
It was true, the nanites had begun their work on her body; turning her formerly ample, yet athletic form into a curvaceous parody. Her tits; titties, funbags, juggs, she thought dreamily, had ballooned outward to a round, fake, shining pair of Double D's,
her waist was clinching, tighening sharply even as her ass firmed and rounded into a striking bubble-butt. Her hair was already lightening, turning platinum; even as it spun down around her shoulders.
Jack, Shepard....She tought desperately in some small corner of her trapped mind, her tongue flicking along the long nanite-producing pole that was pumping in and out of her throat. ....Where are you?