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(Commission) The Clean Room, Chapter Seven.
🕑 Added 2020-09-16 23:29:06 +0000 UTCThe continuing adventures of Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy, courtesy of PrimeArch.
The time has come for the Quarians aboard the Raiya to be enslaved, and Tali is all too happy to help her new mistress collar and corrupt every last one of her sisters.
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Tali let out a whimper as Akiriha grunted behind her, strong blue hands squeezing her naked hips as her cock throbbed and painted the inside of her body blue. “Ah, Mistress… thank you.” she crooned, reaching back to caress her owner’s cheek.
“Hrn, don’t mention it.” Akiriha growled, pressing her nose to Tali’s glossy aubergine hair and drinking in her scent. “I swear your cunt gets tighter every time I fuck you.”
Tali giggled at the compliment and sighed as Akiriha gently slipped her cock from her hole and patted her rear. “God it’s nice having you on hand.”
“Mmmm, I like being able to please you whenever you need me as well.” Tali smiled. She nibbled her lip as Akiriha hugged her, muscle-bound arms squeezing her curves as the huge Asari pressed a kiss to her Quarian’s cheek. Tali could feel her mistress’ heartbeat against her shoulder as they cuddled, her naked lavender skin sweat-licked and supple, caressed by Akiriha’s massive, calloused limbs.
It had been three hours since she’d received her cure, but she knew she’d never get tired of this feeling.
Four other Quarians were stood in the room with them, all as overwhelmed with joy as she was, practically clinging to their Asari owners just to feel their skin on theirs. The cool air of the room slipped over them gently, the carpet on their feet was soft and invited them to wiggle their toes into it. It was bliss, and not just because they’d been free to be used by their owners for the last few hours.
It was the first day of the rest of her life, and Tali didn’t know if her heart could take the excitement. A lifetime of confinement in her suit hadn’t been as difficult as the last two months knowing that a cure was on the way, now it was all worth it, she was free!
She turned and pressed herself tight against Akiriha’s bust, nuzzling her face between her heavy breasts and hugging her tight. The burly Asari chuckled and kissed her scalp, carefully tucking her cock back into her uniform.
There was the hiss of an opening door and Captain K’rain prowled into the little office. All eyes were on her in an instant, looks ranging from respectful from the Asari, and adoring and hungry from the Quarians.
“Ladies.” She said simply, nodding to her crew before smirking at their pets. “Girls.”
The Quarians tittered excitedly at the attention, even Tali felt her face flush, remembering the bliss on Jani’s face as the Captain had blown her load in her womb.
The captain smoothed down her uniform and made her way across the room towards Commander Avana, who was nose-deep in her datapad, making certain everything had been properly arranged.
“Are we ready?” K’rain asked, glancing at the door at the edge of the office, which led out into the mess hall.
“I think so, ma’am.” Avana shrugged, “The Quarian crew have assemble as ordered, our people have filled in the space behind them.”
“Very good.” K’rain purred, looking over the Asari before her and their Quarian property. Her brow creased as she saw Tali and a low sigh passed her lips. “Miss Zorah, I appreciate you are enjoying your new calling, but I must have you presentable for this.” She stepped close and brushed Tali’s hair back into place, wiping up the thin trickle of drool that had escaped her mouth as she’d been moaning. “you’ll have plenty of time to mess her up in just a few moments, Aleta.”
“Of course ma’am, I apologise.” The engineer sighed, brushing her hands over Tali’s naked flesh to make sure she was as neat as she could be.
“Sorry mistress.” Tali blushed, trembling as K’rain’s palm gently stroked her cheek.
“Hm, if it were up to me, I’d have you spanked raw.” K’rain rumbled hungrily, enjoying as Tali quivered. “But I shall leave your punishment in Aleta’s capable hands.”
She turned and made her way to the door, rolling her head around before gesturing with a finger and walking out into the hall. The Asari followed, bringing their girls with them as they stepped out in front of the entire crew.
There were gasps and shrieks of shock from the assembled Quarians as Tali and the other girls pattered out onto the floor, naked and grinning.
“Good evening.” K’rain smiled. “You can already see why I’ve called you here.”
Tali giggled and waved to Eiyra, who was standing with the asari, blocking the door to the mess and keeping her sisters penned in.
“Many of you already know this, but for those who don’t, those who still resist, I shall make it clear.” K’rain purred. “The Quarian species is inferior. You were born to serve Asari and that is what you will do.”
She gestured to Tali and the others, blushing and moaning as their Asari owners began to explore their bodies. “The Quarian species will be ours, and it will be better in our care. Those who submit to us will be rewarded, you will be cured of your weakness, freed from your suits and cared for all the rest of your lives. You will be owned by an asari, she will give you a life of bliss and comfort, so long as you are obedient.”
“Uhh.” Tali groaned as Akiriha thrust into her ass, grinning at the murmurs and gasps from her sisters as she was fucked. All the others who had come with her began to moan as their own mistresses began to take them. Two were pushed to the ground and mounted, mewing and grinning happily to the crowd of shocked Quarians. The one to Tali’s left was lifted as if she weighed nothing and dropped onto her owner’s cock, her arms and legs dangling uselessly in a full nelson hold that left her tits and gushing pussy easily seen as her ass was stuffed. The final one dropped to her knees without any encouragement, and set to work slathering her mistress’ cock, shooting proud looks back at the crew every so often as she greedily inhaled Asari cockmeat.
“Avana, if you would.” K’rain smiled, yielding the floor to her second-in-command.
Commander Avana was surprisingly nondescript given her reputation, a small, slight woman with a cheerful face and one bright violet eye. Really the only noteworthy thing about her was the simple black patch strapped over her right eye.
The smiling matron raised her hand, showing off the slave collar she was holding; A simple loop of metal in a leather sheath, a small control panel set into its front where it could be linked with an omni-tool. “This is a Liuana Corp Slave Collar. All of those who submit will wear one of these for the rest of their lives.” She smiled cheerfully. “It will be controlled by your owner, and will show who you belong to, your rank, your biodata and your availability. This collar will be your life, it is the price of the gifts we are giving you.”
She turned to Tali and eyed her jiggling breasts approvingly. “Commander Akiriha, who is your pet?”
“This is Tali’Zorah Vas Normandy.” Akiriha purred, pumping her hips into Tali’s plump behind all the while.
“Tali, who do you belong to?”
“I… I belong to Commander Akiriha!” Tali squealed, trying her best not to lose her mind as she was rammed full, her legs were beginning to bow as she was buttfucked on the stage, all the strength she had fading away as her owner took her fill. “I love her cock so much!”
“Very sweet.” Avana chuckled, gently closing the collar around Tali’s slender throat. The metal clicked as the lock engaged, and then hissed slightly as the two parts were fused together permanently. Tali yelped as it gave her a sharp shock for good measure and came, swooning into Akiriha’s arms as she continued to fuck her. “From now on, you are Tali’Zorah Vas Akiriha. You are her property.”
“Th… thank you!” Tali moaned, “It’s… perfect.”
In her orgasmic delight, she was only barely aware of Avana collaring the rest of the girls on stage. One by one asking their mistresses who they were, then who the girls belonged to, and then sealing the collars around their throats.
“Quarians.” Captain K’rain’s voice was authoritative enough to snap Tali out of her happy stupor. She blinked, looking to where the matriarch was standing, hands on her broad hips. “This is where you make a choice. Submit now, accept your collar, and we will cure you. You will be claimed and then treated. Those of you not chosen by the crew will be auctioned off once we make port. If you decide to resist, there will be no punishment, living the rest of your life in your suit will be penance enough. You are all welcome to submit later if you regret your choice as well.”
Avana snapped her fingers and behind the crowd of Quarians, the Asari produced the collars they had been handed as they came in. “Make your choice, Quarians.” She purred.
Chaos broke out.
The Quarians already well-broken by the asari scurried into the arms of the crew advancing on them, eagerly accepting their collars with whoops of delight. Dozens of suit-clad sluts cooed and squealed as they were scooped up, their collars giving them encouraging shocks to reward them for their submission.
The Asari who hadn’t already been pounced on by eager slaves prowled forwards, slowly corralling the hesitant few into a tight group, pressing close for safety. The poor resistant things found themselves trapped between the girls being pounded on stage and the girls being groped and molested behind them, completely surrounded by their sisters. The asari picked them off one by one, letting the sound and smell of Quarian arousal do the hard work for them and strip the suited slut’s resistance. By the time almost every Asari had at least one Quarian collared, only a dozen Quarians were left huddled in the centre of the room.
Captain K’rain smirked victoriously and kissed Avana’s cheek. “Wonderful work, love.”
“My pleasure, Captain.” Avana purred before snapping her fingers again. “Asari, form an orderly queue with your slaves, the medical staff will process them for you and then you can do what you please with them!”
A chorus of thanks and laughter rang out from the asari as they led their new pets into a vague semblance of a line, more concerned with exploring their tight suited bodies than getting organised.
“Girls.” K’rain growled, making the few unbroken Quarians wince. “You’re free to go, just remember our offer remains open.”
“N… never!” A tall, thin Quarian shouted bravely, clinging to the shoulders of a younger girl who was staring in awe at Tali’s naked, jiggling udders.
K’rain only smiled. “That’s your choice, of course.” She turned and sauntered away, giving Tali’s breast an affectionate squeeze as she passed. Tali giggled up at her, too deliriously aroused to beg to suck her cock like she craved to do. Her eyes roamed the hall as Akiriha pounded her, watching as Quarians were groped possessively, suited tits kneaded, and plump thighs fucked by hungry asari cocks. Tali sympathised with her poor sisters, having those godly cocks rubbed against their suits but never being allowed to take them deep inside was a living hell, one she was beyond proud to have helped freed her species from.
Tali sighed and groaned lustfully as Akiriha rammed into her hard enough to make her belly bulge. She watched as her sisters were led away to be processed, their bodies soon to be modified into whatever shape their new owners desired and littered with tattoos and piercings celebrating their total enslavement.
“Soon the whole flotilla will get the same choice.” Akiriha growled into her ear. “and then maybe some good will come out of your worthless species.”
Tali sighed dreamily and nodded. “I… I hope… it’s soon.”
