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The Rescue
🕑 Added 2024-04-15 16:11:12 +0000 UTCResult of the second March Poll.
Kelly Chambers has been miserable ever since she left Shepard and the Normandy rather than return to the Alliance. On the run from Cerberus, she finds her way to Omega, only to receive an offer that will save her from life as a homeless fugitive.
-o-o-o-
Kelly Chambers was not built for life on the run.
To be honest she’d barely been suited for life aboard a warship like the Normandy, but at least then she’d had the support of her crew to help her through it.
Now she was wandering through the galaxy by herself, scrounging for credits to feed herself and stay off the streets. She took odd jobs, begged passage on cargo ships, all the while knowing that Cerberus would put a bullet in her the second they found where she was hiding.
Life was rough, and she missed her friends, her crew, even her bunk on the Normandy. She missed Shepard’s comforting presence beside her as she stood at her terminal, ready to provide whatever the commander needed at a moment’s notice. She missed Gabby and the other girls, talking over breakfast or drinks between their shifts, making friendships as they facilitated the heroes of the galaxy’s quest to stop the collectors.
She missed the sex. God she missed the sex.
Shepard taking her by the hand, leading her up to her private cabin, and railing her into a drooling puddle. Jack slapping her ass, cornering her in the showers and forcing her face between her thighs to choke on her biotic bitchbreaker. Miranda’s regular massages that always ended with Kelly’s dainty hands around her cock and the genetically perfect bombshell’s seed on her tongue. Even Samara that one time, after the death of her daughter, taking violent, passionate comfort in Kelly’s tight little holes until her big blue balls were empty and all her anger, grief, and regret had been drained along with them.
Kelly was a bit of a nymphomaniac, but she was on the run and that didn’t really give her the opportunity to attend to her needs. Worse than that, it barely gave her any opportunity to take care of her appearance at all.
Her once glossy ginger hair was now dull and greasy, her flawless skin pale and pallid. Her sculpted and womanly body was thinner thanks to malnutrition, her eyes red and watery from lack of sleep. Her hands were calloused, her lips were cracked, she could barely afford food let alone cosmetics, and she hated it.
She groaned miserably and rubbed her eyes as the entire ship she’d been squatting in for the past week shuddered around her, waking her from another night of uncomfortable sleep. Around her, a half dozen other refugees, outlaws, and fugitives were already pacing around the hold, waiting for the bay doors to open so they could make a break for it.
Kelly sat up and did a quick sitrep, nothing was missing out of her pockets and the coat she’d been using for a pillow was intact. That was the sum total of all her possessions accounted for.
She stood and shambled to the door as it began to open, jumping down from the ship onto the dock floor. Above her were the craggy rock walls and burnt orange skies of Omega, accompanied by the scent of acrid smoke, sweat, and other things she didn’t want to think about.
She and her fellow ‘passengers’ collected their bearings for a moment, stretching and enjoying being back on solid ground for a moment.
The peace was shattered with a single gunshot, and suddenly a dozen mercenaries appeared, marching towards the group, all wearing the colours of the Queen of Omega
Pandemonium broke out. Some passengers darted one way, others went the opposite direction, one tried to climb back into the ship only to be kicked in the face by a crewman and sent tumbling back down onto the dock. Kelly just stood, too tired to run, to miserable to fight, and sobbed as she was cuffed and dragged away.
She’d expected to be dragged to a prison cell, and maybe she had, but somehow she didn’t think Omega’s prisons had leather couches or club music blaring outside their cells. She sat, still handcuffed, and eyed the Batarian guard nervously. As a very loving xenophile she’d enjoyed spending time with almost every sentient species in the galaxy, the Batarians were not among them. They hated humans, were violent, rude, and fascistic thugs, and quite frankly they weren’t exactly knockouts in the beauty department.
She’d never missed Shepard more. The commander would have swept in to rescue her in a second, beaten the ugly brute to a pulp, and swept Kelly back home to her cabin to make love until the stars went cold.
Instead, she sat in silence until the door hissed open, and the real threat walked into the room.
Kelly had never met Aria T’loak, but the rumours had done the pirate queen justice. She was tall, muscular, stunningly beautiful, and absolutely terrifying. Her dark eyes were like a shark’s as she looked Kelly up and down. Her skin was flawless lavender, her outfit pristine, her curves full and womanly, yet far subtler than Kelly would have expected for an Asari of her age. Aria’s plush purple lips curled into a small smile as she saw Kelly’s fear and the blush in her cheeks, and she cleared her throat mock-politely.
“Kelly Chambers, isn’t it?” Her voice was low and soft. “One of Shepard’s crew… an assistant, yes?”
“Y… Yeoman.” Kelly mumbled, averting her eyes as Aria came closer and sat in the chair opposite her.
“And what brings you to Omega, Ms. Chambers?” Aria asked, “I heard Shepard took very good care of her crew when she returned them to the alliance, shouldn’t you be in a nice, comfortable cell back on earth?”
“Cerberus would have found me… even there.” Kelly shook her head, still not looking aria in the eye. “It’s s… safer to hide.”
“I don’t know about that.” Aria purred, “You’re lucky I found you before the Eclipse, they’re always looking for fresh toys… or worse the Blood Pack. Being fed to their Varren is probably the best you could have hoped for if they got their hands on you.”
“How did you know who I was?”
“Oh, I acquired a full list of the Normandy’s crew some time ago. If Shepard had decided to cross me I was fully prepared to storm your ship and enslave everyone aboard, after a little reconditioning you all would have made excellent escorts, bodyguards… pets…” Aria sighed forlornly, “A shame, but such is life.”
“Is that what you’re going to do to me?” Kelly swallowed, finally forcing her gaze up to meet Aria’s.
The purple matriarch smiled, almost kindly, and stood up. “I’m here to rescue you, Ms. Chambers.” She waved a hand and two young asari came into the room, snug in tight, revealing dancer’s outfits. They helped Kelly to her feet and unlocked her handcuffs.
“Enjoy yourself, Ms. Chambers. My girls will take very good care of you.” Aria smirked before stepping out of the tiny office. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
-o-o-o-
Aria’s girls did take very good care of Kelly, in fact within just a few minutes she was putty in their hands, helpless to resist them even if she had wanted to.
She’d protested weakly as they stripped her down, peeling her dirty brown jumpsuit off her body and tossing it into an incinerator, but that had been all. She hadn’t been sorry to see the awful thing go, but standing naked in front of two beautiful Asari didn’t feel quite so exciting when she looked like she’d been dragged through a landfill.
Thankfully, that was what Aria’s girls were there to fix.
They pushed her gently into a bath the size of a small swimming pool and set to work. Kelly all but melted the second she was submerged, feeling the tension and stress dissolve off her body just as quickly as the dirt and grime. As one girl began to scrub her down from head to toe, the other began lathering her hair with scented oils and god knows what else, massaging her scalp with slender blue fingers.
It was equal parts bathing and massage altogether actually, with every knot, kink, and ache meticulously rubbed, stroked, and pressed out of Kelly’s body as she floated helplessly, moaning with thankful bliss.
She whimpered in terror as one of the girls produced a straight razor seemingly out of nowhere, bringing the sleek steel blade up against her flesh, but once again as the girls worked, Kelly quickly submitted to their expertise.
She was shaved from head to toe, every stray hair below her eyebrows taken care of. Kelly moaned as the girl with the razor gave her naked pussy an affectionate pat once her thick ginger bush had been carved away, feeling her desperate lust taking over. She managed to catch the other girl as the one with the razor set to work on her armpit, weakly clutching her wrist with one hand and pulling her close for a hungry kiss. The girl seemed happy to oblige, and soon Kelly was floating in her embrace, clutching her close as their lips met and her skilful digits pumped and curled in her long-neglected womanhood.
It was the best Kelly had felt since Shepard had taken her aside and pounded her farewell at the edge of Council Space.
When at last the girls pulled her from the bath and blasted her dry with deliciously hot air, Kelly felt like the woman she’d been at her best, and couldn’t help but smile to herself as the girls set about the next phase of preparing her.
In moments, the girls dressed her completely and stood back to admire their handiwork. Kelly was now snug in pale purple lingerie, a lace brassier, a cute yet sultry pair of panties, a delicate choker, and on her feet a pair of comfortable pale slippers like a ballet dancer. Over the ensemble was a gossamer negligee that fluttered with every movement, almost completely transparent.
“You’re ready.” One of the girls smiled approvingly, taking her hand whilst her colleague to the other, guiding the delighted Kelly out of the baths and into Aria’s lair.
It was amazing, the polar opposite of everything Omega was outside. Soft music floated through the air with the scent of floral perfumes. Light and art shined along the walls. Beneath Kelly’s feet was a soft carpet, and on either side of the long, thin chamber comfortable chairs and overflowing bookshelves and amply stocked liquor cabinets stood waiting to be enjoyed.
As she was led to the throne, a shining silver chair with plush purple cushions aria was lounging on, Kelly couldn’t help but notice the other girls. There were three, all young, pretty humans like her, dressed in identical lingerie and all doting on Aria with utter loving devotion. There were only two things that set Kelly apart from them: the glowing omni-tattoos glowing over their hearts, marking them with Omega’s symbol, and their smooth, swollen bellies.
“Ms. Chambers.” Aria smiled, gently pushing one of her pregnant playthings aside so she could admire Kelly’s makeover. “You look… delicious.”
“Th… thank you.” Kelly managed to mumble, completely unable to tear her eyes away from Aria’s soft purple breasts, her toned stomach, and the fat, well-lubricated pillar of asari cock bobbing between her thighs.
“Did my daughters treat you well?”
Kelly glanced up at the two young asari who had taken such excellent care of her, blushing immensely as she saw the family resemblance. “Y… yes.”
“Wonderful.” Aria grinned, leaning back and stroking her cock with a lazy hand. “Now, you can see what I’m offering you but I’ll spell it out just to be sure. I can protect you here, from Cerberus, the alliance, the whole galaxy. I can give you a life without worry, without pain or fear, and all I ask for in return is your obedience.”
“B… but.”
“Ah ah.” Aria said, holding up a single finger. Kelly shut up on the spot, even as kind as Aria was being her eyes were cold and dark and terrifyingly enticing. “Only speak when you’re ready to give an answer. Say no and I’ll drop you off at the nearest hotel with enough credits for food and fresh clothes. Say yes, and you’ll become mine, body and soul. I’ll give you a life of bliss and a baby in your belly and you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”
“I… I can’t.” Kelly mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut but still seeing Aria’s perfect purple dick throbbing in front of her. She could barely think, her heart racing, her pussy aching and slathering for attention. All she could smell was the perfumed air and Aria’s musk. All she could hear was the Queen of Omega’s soft chuckling and the faint, comforting music. All she could feel was the soft, tight lingerie, the warm air on her naked flesh, the carpet under her feet, under her knees.
All she could taste was Aria’s cock in her mouth.
“Good girl.” Aria purred as Kelly sank to her knees and began to kiss her matriarchal meat like a blushing schoolgirl, peppering her hard, heavy cock with sweet pecks that left little purple marks of lipstick behind.
Kelly’s eyes fluttered open and she mewed with need, staring up at Aria as she covered every inch of her skin with kisses. “Please.”
Aria bared her teeth in a victorious smile, placing a gentle palm on Kelly’s scalp. She enjoyed the softness of her latest plaything’s copper-coloured hair between her fingers, the heat of her breath on her cock, the softness and wetness of her loving attention, then pushed Kelly’s face onto her dick.
Kelly moaned as her lips were filled, her hands resting on Aria’s thighs as she sank lower and lower onto the matriarch’s foot-long tower of cockmeat. It was so big, but it felt so right, like she’d been born to suck on Aria’s cock and nothing else.
Her eyes rolled back and closed as the flavour of her mistress filled her, and as she surrendered completely, the last thing she heard was the voice of Aria T’loak inside her mind.
“Embrace Eternity.”
