Back at Chronus station

Several months went by and Cerberus had been busy. First, Dr. Sarah Byrne was no more. Well not entirely fair, she still lived but was most certainly no longer useful as a researcher. Tricking her into "volunteering" to test the new synthesis technology left her at first untrusting of Cerberus, but with her new position that hardly mattered.

What was this new position? Currently on her knees in front of Mr. Harpers chair doing her absolute best to suck his soul out of his cock whilst holding her arms above her head like she was bearing idols to a god, those idols being his whiskey glass and an ash tray for his cigar. After the synthesis test was completed Sarah was submitted to various augmentations. A prototype biomass generator to supply energy to the body, digestive simplification to more effeciently make use of said fuel, and some cosmetic enhancements such as permanent make up and lip filler that left her beautiful and pouty when her face wasn't stuffed with dick. Many of these augments led to unforseen boons such as the elimination of the need for normal food or even oxygen for short periods of time, as the new sustenance slurry she consumed processed into the body and allowed for periods of up to 30 minutes without breathing. Another unforeseen boon, this time for poor little Sarah was that she was now mouth and throat orgasmic. Performing fellatio now left her a squirty, horny, desperate mess.

After discovering these new things as well as the handy fact that semen of most male species in the galaxy contained 99% of the compounds that made up this sustenance slurry, Cerberus began converting non critical female staff into these new BlowBots as the men had begun to call them. When they ran out of non critical female personel they began to abduct or liberate more from colonies and battarian slavers. Some "material" began to show its worth in helping capture others and thus when synthesized were augmented into new "Capture cunt" units. Jack thought the name a tad vulgar but ceased to care when he learned how these sluts were kept in line. Pain and pleasure modules hooked directly to the nervous system could be switched on and off with a flick of the omnitool. Rather ingenious way to keep both carrot and stick so close at hand.

Other departments began utilizing their new tech in other creative ways. Utilizing just the physical augments allowed for the immobilization of material to be placed in fixtures meant for ease of access for relief of base desires, without the need for indoctrinating the material first. This resulted in a more organic "breaking in" so to speak of material. Shepard's old friend Dr. Tsoni was a very helpful "volunteer" in the testing and creation of these new "Snatch Stations". That big tittied blue whore was apparently a smash hit as a mind broken jizz bank.

Yet another found a created use for even the more box standard BlowBot units should their augments not get in the way, programming in certain tasks for basic function such as cleaning, cooking, serving at parties, or even basic mechanic work. There was a slight hiccup with making sure the new "MyMaid" units didnt leave behind what they were responsible for,empty headed spunk slurpers they may be. However Jack managed to solve this himself in a most simplistic and ingenious way. Simply chain their responsibilities to their tits. This was done to Sarah towards the end of her augments and worked quite well.

Finally after these new products hit the market Cerberus had a massive influx of cash and investors. And even better, that bitch Shepard and conveniently the more feminine part of her entourage took note. Especially after the disappearance of Liara they swore to tear cerberus to the ground in their vengeance. Luckily this solved the last of old Jacky's problems.

All he had to do was sit here and wait. The trap was set and Shepard would never leave this station once she set foot on it. He set down his glass of fine earth scotch on the offered hand turned alter/table and began to stroke the hair of the redhead currently bouncing her head in his lap. The gentle gawk gawk sound a sweet melody to couple with the pleasure he felt as it all came together.

The former Dr. Byrne, currently using her face as a tool to jerk him off lovingly moaned around the bitch breaker lodged in her throat. Without removing his manhood from her suck hole she nuzzled her head against the hand in her hair like it was a gift from her god. Having such a pretty whore throat his cock for hours on end and thank him for the honor of swallowing his spunk, or making out with his asshole as he plowed another enhanced slut til she shook so hard she passed out, it sent him on a bit of a power trip in his mind.

Soon, Jack Harper would be the galaxy's most powerful man. Soon the Reapers would side with and eventually submit to him. Soon that bitch Miranda would be between his legs giving him what he had been denied for years. He may even force her to convert her sister, even make her watch as he plowed that fat ass until she squealed and begged him to make her a brood bitch, then thank him for it.

The thought was too much, and with a grunt he palmed the back of Byrne's head into his pubes and unloaded into her now expert little throat. This caused a reaction in the used to be good doctor and she moaned sluttily as she began to quiver and squirt a puddle under her kneeling form. The convulsions conveniently didn't move her empty slutty head though, and instead set her throat to milking as much seed from his nuts as she could.

As his orgasm finished and Sarah continued to suckle his softening member back to hardness, he saw a very familiar ship coast toward the station's docking bay. A few new designs had crossed his desk before the pleasant interruption of his pet whore, one for a "BitchBot" put thoughts of Shepard converting her own crew while for Subject 0 he had a very special fate in mind. The fact she refused to use her power, let alone her mind for anything useful made her a perfect candidate for this new "wicked witch" idea, though he would have to ask his section chiefs why they seemed to insist on alliteration. 'Oh yes' Jack thought, 'it all comes together.'