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(Commission) The Clean Room Chapter Five.
🕑 Added 2020-07-16 11:45:30 +0000 UTCThe continuing adventures of Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy, courtesy of PrimeArch. As Tali settles into her new life as a disposable fucktoy for the asari crew, the question of body modifications becomes all the more important.
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“Tali, I need a word.”
Tali let out a squeak as a calloused blue hand swatted her ass and turned to see Commander Akiriha sauntering away from her towards her console. She nibbled her lip and glanced at Pika and Alit, the two fellow Quarians that manned the stations opposite her.
“Good luck.” Pika purred with a chuckle, watching Akiriha’s hips sway as she walked and rubbing a hand over one fat, soft breast. “Last time the commander had me I couldn’t walk for days.”
“You’re so lucky.” Alit whined, folding her arms over her own little bust and pouting. “None of the senior staff ever pay me any attention.”
“Once you’re properly processed, they won’t be able to resist you sweetie.” Pika gently reassured her.
Tali sighed and rubbed her ass where Akiriha had slapped her, hurrying away from her station. Ever since she’d abandoned any sense of shame or modesty, she’d made many more friends around the raiya. Pika and Alit were among the best, though that was because they were actually her friends, and not just convenient sex-partners like the vast majority of the others were.
Of course, the number of Quarian friends she had made was nothing compared to her new Asari ‘friends.’ Tali wondered if half the crew hadn’t rammed their cocks into her worthless Quarian cunt by now. She’d lost count ages ago of how many times she’d been used in one of the clean rooms, let alone how many of the crew she’d blown in the gloryholes.
Nipples already aching against her suit and her cunt awash with arousal, Tali meekly stepped up to Commander Akiriha. “What can I do for you, ma’am?” she asked sweetly, pushing her chest forward in the hopes this wasn’t a purely professional matter.
Commander Aleta Akiriha was the chief engineer of the Raiya and was just as bulky as the massive cargo hauler itself. Bulging sapphire muscles strained against her tight uniform, joining the matron’s ample bust in stretching out the sleek black fabric. Her calloused hands were huge, but remarkably gentle, as Tali knew from all the times her superior had molested her ass. Her face was pretty in a brutish sort of way, with a strong brow and chin and startling dark eyes.
The commander straightened up and gave Tali an excellent view of her lovely tits, the fat blue orbs at perfect face height thanks to the asari’s towering physique. “Captain K’rain told me she was impressed by your work on the cooling systems.” She grunted. “I’m impressed too. You’re still pretty new around here, but both of us agree you’re a good asset to have aboard the ship.”
“Thank you, commander.” Tali smiled, “I’m glad you like my work.”
“I do, which is why you’re being promoted.” Akiriha smirked. “You’d be my second in command in the department. It’s a lot of responsibility but there’s better pay.”
“Wow… that’s… an honour.” Tali breathed. “Thank you so much!”
“Don’t thank me just yet.” The commander sniffed, straightening her back and flexing her shoulders uncomfortably. Tali bit her lip sympathetically, it must have been so stifling to be stuck in that tight uniform all day, if only she could help the huge asari out of it… and get pounded into the fucking floor as a reward. “Your contract runs until we reach our destination and offload our cargo, this position is a permanent one. You’d be staying her for good.”
“Oh.” Tali frowned, pausing to think, albeit briefly. Leave the raiya in a month with her paycheck, or stay, get more cash, more cum and more opportunities to be fucked like a whore for as long as she wanted? Not much of a choice really. “That’d be wonderful!”
Akiriha smirked. “I figured you’d say that.” she patted Tali on the shoulder before pulling her up to her console, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Listen, this is a huge opportunity for you, but it’s also a responsibility. You’re gonna be the face of the Quarians in my department, understood?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good, because I need you to set a good example for the rest.” The commander smiled. “You know Quarians are all sluts, but some of the others, they still think they’re people, fuck, one or two of them still think they’re equal to us asari. Can you believe it?”
“N… no ma’am.” Tali whispered, glancing back at the other Quarians working obliviously. Just a week ago she might have been horrified by what Akiriha was saying, but now she found herself soaked to hear one of the asari admit they thought her people were only fit to be slaves and sluts.
“Well, as my second in command, I’ll need you to do something about these, ok?” Akiriha chuckled, giving one of Tali’s tits a squeeze. “Doctor Ivika will get these little mosquito bites nice and fat, tell her I sent you and she’ll make sure to bump you up a few extra cup sizes too. I’ll put it on my account.”
“Oh… w… wow.” Tali mewed, nodding. “Thank you.”
“And this fine ass had better be ready for use at all times, no matter who’s around. You’ll be my bitch and I’ll expect you to put on a good show, especially in public and in meetings.” The engineer growled, giving Tali another sharp smack to her jiggling rear. “You can whore around all you want, just remember who owns you.”
“I will… ma’am.” Tali crooned, fighting the urge to start fingering herself then and there. Her glowing eyes were transfixed by the monstrous bulge in Akiriha’s pants, Keelah she wanted to slobber over that fucking bitchbreaker then and there.
Akiriha laughed and touched her chin. “Get back to work, slut, I’ll fuck you once you’ve got your implants.” She reeled back and brought her palm smacking into Tali’s rump, making her soft assmeat jiggle and the corrupted Quarian whine with lust.
“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.” Tali simpered, turning on a heel and skipping away back to her station, a sharp palm-print still burning on her jiggling asscheek from Akiriha’s final spank.
“What did the commander want?” Alite asked quietly as she returned to her station.
“I’m getting promoted!” Tali whispered, “Commander Akiriha’s going to pay for my implants!”
“Congratulations.” Pika grinned. “You’re going up in the world.”
“It’s so unfair, we came aboard the same day.” Alite whined.
“You’ll get your turn, don’t worry.” Pika sighed, patting her shoulder. “What were you thinking of Tali?”
Tali paused and bit her lip. “I don’t know… I’ve never thought about it before.”
“You could get ones like Anyi.” Alite offered. “Hers are super big, and the Asari seem to really like them.”
Tali pursed her lips, unconvinced. “I don’t know, that seems… a little much.”
Anyi was one of the cleaning crew, which essentially meant she was a useless slab of meat the asari could drain their balls into. As far back as anyone Tali had asked could remember, she had always been more plastic than person, to the point that no one really knew how old she was anymore. Her silicon udders were as taut and round as basketballs, horrendously fake, just as the asari liked. Anyi was a ditz unlike any other, little more than a doll the asari used to mop up their spunk after it had oozed out of one of their other sluts. Tali shivered with a mixture of lust and horror, imagining herself just as braindead and mindless, slurping cum from the floors with collagen-packed lips and basketball tits.
“Well, what do you think of mine?” Pika purred, hoisting her own udders upwards and jiggling them from side to side. Tali hummed and watched her friend’s tits bounce hypnotically. Each of her breasts had been heavily enhanced, plumped up to nearly the size of her head. They were still naturally shaped, fat, soft teardrops of titmeat, if Tali hadn’t known Pika before she’d been enhanced, she might have thought they were purely natural.
When she had first run across Pika, the older Quarian had already been processed dozens of times, but Tali had had the pleasure of watching the milf spend her paychecks every month exclusively on turning herself into a sentient sextoy. Whilst her breasts were certainly immense, her ass had been improved just as much. Pika now had a truly outrageous hourglass figure, her relatively slim waist exploding outwards into a truly massive backside that jiggled and bounced whenever Pika took a step. Behind her mask Pika’s pretty face was even sporting a fat pair of enhanced lips, perfect cock-cushions the old whore loved to put to good use.
“Yours are really fucking hot.” Tali purred approvingly.
“Why thank you.” Pika giggled. “I like to keep myself looking natural as much as possible. You wouldn’t believe how much work it takes to maintain this.”
“Maintain what?” Alite frowned with confusion, her eyes focused pointedly on Pika’s soft belly and thick thighs.
The older Quarian wasn’t offended, offering a soft chuckle and a pat to Alite’s flat ass. “Sweetie, our owners love diversity, they don’t just want cute little petite sluts like you, or stupid silicon bimbos like Anyi.”
“Sometimes they want slutty milfs with fat tits and a fatter ass.” Tali grinned.
“Someone soft and mature and sexy they can pound into a fucking coma.” Pika agreed. “So, what do you think Tali, want to join the milf club?”
“I’m twenty-one, Pika.” Tali laughed.
“So? Get a head start.” Pika purred, jiggling her udders again to an appreciative coo from Alite. “Give it twenty years and you’ll be just as much of a mature fuckslave as me!”
“I think I’d like that.” Alite chimed in. “Even if you are a little chubby.”
“Just means there’s more to grab onto.” Pika laughed.
“Hey!” Commander Akiriha’s voice barked. “You’re not paid to stand around and gossip you stupid whores! Get to work or I’ll have the three of you put in chastity belts!”
“Sorry commander!” Pika and Alite simpered immediately.
“Sorry ma’am.” Tali added, catching her new mistress’ pointed glare. “Won’t happen again!”
“Make sure it doesn’t.” Akiriha grunted, marching close and pushing a pad into Tali’s arms. “You three just volunteered to bring some cargo up from the hold. Commander Avana needs these in her office.”
“Yes ma’am.” Tali sighed. She glanced down at the pad as the three of them walked out of the engine room and pouted.
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“Keelah, these are fucking heavy.” Tali groaned, pushing her crate in front of her through the corridors towards the commander’s quarters.
“What do you suppose the commander has in these?” Pika asked, huffing as she shoved her own crate along.
Tali paused and glanced down at the metal surface beneath her hands. “I… heard a rumour the commander ordered some… special items.”
“Wh… what kind of special items?” Alite grunted, doing her best to inch the heavy box along with her petite frame braced against it.
“Slave collars.”
Pika’s eyes lit up. “Really? Do you really think so?”
“I don’t know… but… Lana said Nurse Anasa has been working on… some new project as well.”
“Keelah… maybe they’re finding a cure for us.” Pika moaned. “We could serve them outside of our suits.”
“Imagine it… they could fuck us whenever they wanted.” Alite crooned longingly. “And we’d be fine!”
Tali wished with all her heart her hunch was right, but it seemed too good to be true. “Maybe… don’t get your hopes up…” She groaned and gave her box a heavy shove to get it into the elevator. “I might be wrong.”
The doors slid shut and in the ensuing silence all three Quarians thought the exact same thing. “I’ve got to know.” Pika said eventually, yanking the lid off her crate and staring down into it.
Tali’s heart fluttered as she saw the dozens of slave collars neatly packed away inside, one of them just waiting to be wrapped around her throat.
“Oh Keelah.” She whimpered. “It’s really happening.”
