"Recruiting" a crew

The next few days were very busy for Jeff. He had meetings scheduled with project heads and The Illusive Man himself. As the best warship helmsman in the galaxy his skills were in high demand. The Normandy was redesignated as an interdimensional warp vessel, plenty of cargo space for new Cerberus first contact policies, a.k.a kidnap shitloads of attractive females to force convert into drone slaves. Joker could get the job done, years of service already flying the craft and a new found sense of loyalty to the people that gave him such a slutty little toy to fuck made him a shoe in.

The only thing left to negotiate was pay and crew. The meeting took place 5 days after claiming his robo-slut. He sat in a board meeting room, a long old hard wood table with whiskey rings and more recently scratch marks all over it. As Captain Jeff Moreau sat waiting for his new direct boss he roughly palmed the head of his favorite toy on his cock head while she worked her monstrous fuckbags up and down his shaft. He moaned as the young asari maiden (he thought her name was Shiara… or was it Shakira…) that was mind wiped and implanted in his chair tongued a particularly pleasant spot in his asshole. He picked up his own whiskey glass with his free hand and took a slow appreciative drawl. It was a fantastic life, one he understood that bitch Shepard tried to take from him. But he had plans for her, and the other hot sluts she surrounded herself with.

He heard Miranda went off with her ‘Daddy’ to bounce on his lap like a whore while kidnapping her young slutty sister, but that was fine. One less piece of ass to tap aboard his new vessel wouldn’t hurt him too much. He really wanted that barely legal quarian cunt wrapped around him as he blasted nut butter up her snatch to improve interspecies relations. He supposed having Jack as one of those new toilet sluts would be nice too, he always thought she had a potty mouth.

His thoughts were interrupted as the office door opened and The Illusive Man was followed in by his usual toy as well as a few others currently covered in sheets. The sheets concealed the slaves from head to toe only hinting that they were female based on the prodigious indentation of their melons and ass meat outward. Joker tilted his head with a questioning smirk offering a “Good morning, Sir. Who might these sluts behind you be?”

“These will be your extraction specialists as well as in flight entertainment my boy.” Came the confident reply, followed by a grunt as the sex doll that usually followed him around, the rather pretty redhead, undid his pants with her teeth and swallowed him to the root. “You have a dangerous mission ahead of you Mr. Moreau. You needed the best soldiers we could offer, that being said I am granting you an entire platoon of SlaveSoldier units for tactical insertion and security. I am also granting you these specialists behind me.”

As he gestured the first figure raised a covered arm and grabbed the sheet over her fat tits. “This one will help the onboard doctor with medical needs, mostly the sexual health of the crew.” The sheet fell revealing a bimbofied Chakwas with lipfiller and a slutty nurse outfit that covered neither tits nor ass.

The next shape began to repeat the process as he continued. “You will also need something for the engineering crew, automated maintenance and nightly relief gangbangs and the like.” As Gabriela Daniels revealed herself from under her sheet, dressed in a mechanics flannel unbuttoned down to the last button, a tool box chained to her fat nipples on fatter rape melons, and daisy dukes with holes cut in the crotch for easy access to her strokers. The whole ensemble was topped with a familiar SR2 hat and a permanent stupidly wide smile, though the teeth had a whole cut in them to still allow for skull fuckings as it wouldn’t do to have a slut with one less whole.

“Next, for any paperwork and requisitions you have Edi, although she has become quite adept at servicing xeno cock so keep that in mind.” His boss stated.

“Next, recreational areas on the ship will of course have usable stations like the good Dr. T'soni.” He said waiving as Gabby pulled the sheet to reveal Liara trussed up in her familiar rig, already wriggling to tempt any spare cock with her supple holes. “But even so we figured the officers deserved finer seating in the lounge.” As Chackwas pulled two more sheets, revealing barstools with women mounted into them. They wore ID tags with names and pictures on their nipples and latex hoods, much like Liara, however instead of inflated bimbo lips their mouths were stuffed with male masturbators. As Joker read the ID tags, Kelly Chambers and some alliance bitch named Samantha Traynor, The illusive man chimed in with “Those lovely sluts still have a gag reflex, constantly triggered by the masturbators. Feels like the slut is milking you the whole time you're at the bar. And bonus points, no need to get up to piss!”

“And finally I have thought long and hard about your personal vanguard, an elite set of units to secure more difficult acquisition. Most of these will be made of material I am sure you are familiar with, though now we address them as Cunt Commandos.” As he gestured the last of the dronified bimbos exposed themselves. All but one wore slutty tactical gear that left enhanced breasts, filled with anti ballistics gel, and holes exposed with long legs redesigned to run in heeled boots along with nasty looking weapons attached to wide fuckable hips with ammo pouches filled with what looked suspiciously like dildos. The last wore a flowy but open and delightfully thigh-cut robe and wielded an odd staff with a hooded object atop it

The real surprise came when he registered what material was used to make them. Ashley Williams, the gunnery chief that he had enjoyed more than a few fantasies over. The spunky brunette now featured a set of Dsl's that would make any male of any species weep with want, fat tits that despite their obvious antiballistic enhancement still wobbled delightfully, and shapely cybernetic limbs that appeared to have rapid connector hardpoints and velvety smooth gloves on the hands.

The next, dressed almost identically to her was an unfamiliar if pretty faced blonde slut with a pixie cut. The dossier on the desk in front of her read “Cora Harper- former asari trained human huntress” a biotic cunt then. Good, Joker appreciated the tactical uses and a huntress trained bitch would most definitely have her uses… besides her holes. It also helped assuage some lingering doubts about his employer if The Illusive Man was sending what the dossier claimed was his own daughter into Joker's service.

Kasumi, the petite little thief, had been similarly surgically altered as the others and dressed in some sort of fetish ninja get up, a short kimono style dress not even long enough to cover her fun bits being the only bit of clothing she had. Twin short swords sat sheathed atop the delightfully bouncy ass of the asian beauty. Her mouth forced open with a permanent ring gag bellied scars on her neck, which he later found out was from a surgery to remove her vocal chords to leave her as silent and stealthy as possible. A shame he would never hear her moans.

The robed and hooded figure stood next in line. It was quickly removed to reveal a startling sight. The round object upon the top of the staff was the head of Jack, subject zero, with a male masturbator wedged in the mouth as well as a nose hook and blinding contacts. Upon first glance Jeff thought the head a grizzly decapitation, but a closer look revealed a translocator portal which seemed linked to the body holding the staff. The body was covered in Jack's signature tattoos, though the bust was enhanced significantly and the nipples pierced with what looked to be eezo crystals. Where her head sat before the portal collar now sat a horned facsimile of a head that was solid blue and featureless save for a pair of luscious soft lips and a logo of some horned earth creature on the forehead, both painted gold. A feathered cloak wrapped around her neck, framing the bust beautifully, and a see through microskirt and heels that put her at just below eye level to Joker finished the attire.

Lastly was the piece de resistance, former commander Jane Shepard. A visor blocked the top portion of her face with a picture of the woman tortured and broken hanging from exposed nipples. The rest of her ensemble was the bare minimum of her armor to use to still be considered ‘wearing something’. Joker smiled seeing his former commander reduced to a combat capable slave slut. At the sight of his smirk a delightful pink tongue slipped from between inflated whorish lips and lubricated the bright red pillows delectably.

“Unfortunatley the soldier sluts are anal and oral use only. The control plugs in their twats must be surgically removed if you wish to use them. However they are very handy in controlling the unruly bitches.” Explained the Illusive Man, reaching to a haptic control on his desk and touching a button. This caused Ashley, Cora, Kasumi, and Jack to all lock up and roll their eyes back in their heads as they squirted helplessly on the floor between quivering thighs. Then another button press locked a rapidly assembled ball gag around each but Kasumi's pathetic whores face as they then began muffled screams as electric shocks rang through their slutty cunts. Eventually the demonstration ceased just before their pussy’s began to sizzle.

“Why not the Commander, how come she doesn't have one?” Asked Jeff.

“Excellent question my good man. She is a command and control unit. Networked to the Normandy and thus you, she can be punished via neural lace control. It took a while to break her down where she wouldn’t resist it but she has wound up becoming a very good girl.” His boss explained while beginning to finger the sopping cunt of the command-whore. “And of course an open and available cunny means she is breedable. Cerberus is allowing you to extend those breeding rights to anyone you deem necessary to your mission… maybe a certain Turian sniper?”

“Garrus is too uptight, he would never go for it...” Jeff trailed off as EDI flicked a sensitive spot on his shaft with her tongue. She was being such a good girl, he would make sure she came plenty after this meeting.

“He simply needs… enlightenment. Much like you did my boy. We have, let's say recruiters, going to fetch him now. He would make a most excellent ground team overall command. After all it would be stupid to leave such important business to these useless piles of tits and holes. Much better a useful thinking man in control of it all, yes?”

Jeff realized that wasn't a terrible idea, and having the Archangel on his side was safer than not. He had sided with the people that broke and twisted the turian’s mate, if they didn’t ‘convince’ him to join this little venture then Jeff was as good as dead next time he set foot outside of a Cerberus station. Twisting the man and giving him Shepard’s holes on a silver platter was as good a guarantee of safety as he would get. However, could he really do that to his old friend?

The pause in thought was filled by slurping and gurgling sounds as the dumb sluts between the men's legs refused to let up their ordained tasks. His chair slut’s tongue distracted him as it worked its way to tickle his prostate. Without thinking Jeff nodded, condemning his old comrade to weeks to months of indoctrination and billions of women to slavery. More importantly he came, feeding the robo-slut between his thighs hours of prepared and edged salty goodness. And that was all that mattered.