For the daughters of man...

Garrus Vakarian was a hard bastard. First the hard charging C-sec detective that wanted to uphold justice regardless of red tape. Then the name that even the most wicked and twisted mercenaries feared across the galaxy, the Archangel. He had returned home to say goodbye and bury his mother and was currently in talks with his father and the primarch to set up some kind of defence against the reapers. Then one day when he was drinking at the bar, wondering why it had been so long since his love, his mate, his heart had messaged him his head grew heavy. He realized he had been drugged right as his head hit the table.

While Garrus slept he had strange visions. His bondmate was calling to him, gesturing him closer. When he reached her she was dressed to tantalize. That sexy N7 dress he loved to peel her out of. Only this time as he reached out to her instead of them battling for dominance, she kneeled and submitted outright. He found he liked this, and over time the vision twisted. First it was him coming home to her in nothing but heels and bent over to greet him. Next was her bound and gagged muffled moans for rougher treatment as he grabbed fistfuls of the soft red fluff he so loved on her head. Lastly she was a mere thing, a bimbofied drone he could fuck and breed to his hearts desire, oversized breasts covered in teeth marks and eyes bouncing lifelessly in a skull that he had fucked empty hours ago.

He eventually woke to find himself horny beyond measure, his groin plates shifting uncomfortably under the armor. Garrus didn't even stop to question which room he was in, nor how he got there. The familiar scent of his mate in heat caught his nose and he turned to find her bound to the wall.

Shepard was relieved, for as the camera feed of her control visor turned on she could see her beloved Archangel. He had come to rescue her, they would escape and they would get her fixed. Her hope wavered as a familiar growl erupted from her lover's throat. He began to shed layers of his armor, each piece emitting a deafening thud as it hit the floor. She couldn't help it as she found herself getting more physically aroused as her partner exposed his angular toned alien physique more with each plate that fell.

Eventually Garrus was left in just his undersuit and undid the crotch latch to free his alien manhood. More angular than a human’s, it also featured small soft rubber like ridges and spines on the shaft. Designed to both scrub the seed of competing males out of his female, as well as caress and fondle every nerve ending in his mate's sex as a way to force orgasm induced ovulation it really was the perfect bitch taming tool. One of the reasons turians never really evolved past the concept of the nuclear family, the females became domesticated little pleasure slaves to stay home, breed, and rear the children while the males went off to fight or work.

They had had the conversation before, how to settle down after the whole eminent reaper apocalypse thing. Shepard was never the type of girl to play Suzie Homemaker, but Garrus insisted that should they try and raise a family she should be the one at home to raise them. The argument usually got heated, they would get mad and not talk for a few hours, then finish the night with violent makeup sex and cuddles. However Garrus could have what he wanted now. Shepard realized that whatever Cerberus had done to her made her incapable of objecting to orders from men.

She begged and pleaded with Garrus in her mind to snap out of it, untie her, and help her escape so they could come back for the rest of the crew, even as her body began to drip and rub her thighs together tantalizingly. Her broad hips and new fat ass wiggled invitingly, coaxing her love to claim the body even if the mind though not in control was unwilling. Her inflated lips began to moan, promising to sing whorish praises of his masculinity even as her mind begged them to say otherwise.

He was upon her then, taloned hand tracing arcs of scratching fire over sensitive new tit flesh. A single claw reaching between her thighs began to tease the soaked entrance awaiting him. She screamed and thrashed inside her own mind as her only chance at escaping this fate betrayed her in a way she couldn’t help but crave. The traitorous flesh that was her lips continuing their symphony of submission, tempting and teasing the man into abusing her little cunny and feeding her a nice deep load of dextro cream.

Jane’s mind began to shift, thoughts not her own beginning to surface. ‘Maybe this isn’t so bad, it feels fantastic and no more stressful decisions. Other women would love this, to give up, follow orders, be pretty, be a thing to fuck…’ she quashed the thought there. She couldn’t afford to waver, not if she was to stop this. Sure her nerves were burning with pleasure and her snatch felt hot enough to melt steel and wet enough to quench it but she had a duty, she had to stop Cer-

“AAAAOOOHHH!” She moaned as her mate stuck his turgid manhood inside her. Her mind wavered, the feelings overcoming her more right by the minute. As she attempted to reel in her consciousness he pulled out, the scrape of the soft spike and ridges on his alien cock fumbled her concentration. The next thrust touched the entrance to her womb and with it her self discipline disappeared. Mind and body met in agreement, she was his toy now and she would gladly help jerk him off with whatever tight hole pleased him most.

She gasped and swung her legs up, ignoring the pain in her shoulders to please him. She placed her legs around the hip spurs and began to hump her own body into his while pulling him into her. Garrus, seeing his mate snuggle into his brutal thrusting, unhooked her bindings and hooked her arms around his head, pulling her even deeper and resting all her remarkably light frame on his shoulders and hips. He began to leave the room as Shepard ground her slut hole on the groin plates she was planted on. As she shook and moaned and came what was left of her brains out, he began to mosey through what he was realizing was a space station.

At the end of the hall a singular door was left unlocked, so he decided to stride that way while his mate continued to try and milk his cum out. He let her continue doing the thing she was best for as he reached out to tap the haptic door switch. Upon opening it he saw a conference room that resembled the one aboard the Normandy, long wood and glass table included. At the head of the table sat two figures, one being a hologram and the other flesh. The familiar form of the holographic Illusive Man sent a spike of rage in him that quickly died down to confusion as the other figure turned to greet him.

“Hey Gar-Bear, long time no see!” Greeted the familiar tone of his favorite/most annoying pilot.

“Joker, what the hell is going on? Why are you with the Illusive Man? What happened to Shepard?” He asked, gesturing to the woman with a VR headset affixed to her face currently doing her best impression of a sloth in heat around his dick.

Joker grabbed a leash and seemed to pull on it, a raven haired woman in a fetish wear latex suit came into view, suckling at his groin as the chair Jeff sat in spun to face him. The pilot reached down to pat the whore’s head who moaned appreciatively as she suckled the meat buried in her throat. “To answer your questions in order of importance, ole buddy, Uncle T.I.M. over here has struck a deal with the reapers. Apparently they fight to keep organics from being slaughtered by synthetics, dumb ass logic if you ask me but they didn’t. So to keep the oldest hypocrites in the galaxy from going on a tear, Cerberus reached out and proposed synthesis, combining synthetic and organic life to make it controlable.” At this he gestured to the females in the room. “They want about half the population of the galaxy synthesized, no points for guessing which half was picked, and they will fuck off to a distant galaxy and enforce it on them too. We can win this without fighting, big guy. You and Shep get to live as a happy couple and raise some freaky hybrid babies. I even have a job offer and a spot on the Normandy for you again, though the Commander isn’t in the state of mind to… well command anymore. I’ll be captaining the vessel but I need someone to coordinate ground forces.”

“For what?” He asked as his mate let out a whorish moan in his ear, squirting all over his cock. As Jane’s former pilot filled in her mate and master she continued to rock and quiver on his pelvis. When Garrus slapped her ass as he sat down she stopped and looked as he gestured toward Joker’s crotch. She took this to mean she was being distracting with her dumb whorish moaning, and thus he wanted her to quit stuffing her cunt pussy and instead mute herself by stuffing her face pussy.

She happily obliged, firmly planting soft warm pillowy lips around his ribbed shaft and then doing her best to kiss his groin plates around it. She set to work cleaning her own lubrication off of the marvelous pillar, letting the conversation happening in the room pass from one ear to the other with nothing to stop it. She wasn’t meant to use her brain anymore unless she was told too, and right now she was told to use her head for more important things. After clearing her own taste, the delightful bittersweet palate of the alien meat wedged in her throat hit and she gurgled happily. Even before becoming less than valuable to him she always thought her Garrus tasted like dark chocolate.

The conversation above the table had switched to mission objectives about this time and Jane heard her name mentioned. Far from stopping her eager service to her (literal in her opinion) better half, she simply tilted her head to raise her ear and listen to what would be asked of her whilst swishing the spit in her mouth around the turgid cock. She had to kick EDI after a second, as the synthetic woman worshiping their new captain’s phallus wouldn't stop moaning and slurping, stupid dumb whore-bot.

“Shepard will be used as a command and control unit, ensuring these whores stay in line regardless of the free will they still have. However her empty little head will struggle with actual strategy and tactics, and that’s where you come in.” Explained Jeff. Jane was ok with that, more time to praise her mate and new god (which just so happened to be in his pants, good for her!) while making sure the stupid little sluts that followed her listened to their betters.

She wasn't sure how to feel about the mission of going to other realities and kidnapping more bitches. It seemed to swell this feeling in the back of her head that this wasn’t right. So instead of thinking about it she focused back on the cock she was massaging with her pillowy lips. Her master’s dick was a much more pleasant thing to fill her head with than her own thoughts, those weren’t important after all.

As she throated her mate again, his taloned hand came up and dug into the back of her head almost painfully. Almost because it still left her dripping at how powerful he was and how easy he dominated her, from causing her pain to controlling her breathing he owned her totally. He mashed her nose into his groin plates until she thought it would break (not that she cared) and unleashed a deluge of alien spunk into her throat. It was almost too much, but she was not a quitter, she toughed through and even inhaled through her nose to create a tighter vacuum to suck out more of his delicious treat.

As her mate finished he remained hard, as turians have some modicum of control over their sexual organs, just to let his happy little whore play with her favorite toy. She planted her face in his groin and snaked out her tongue to run inside his groin plates causing a hiss of satisfaction from her master. While she kept it up he stood, still holding her head in place. The conversation had drifted to benefits and rations, boring stuff she didn’t care about anymore.

As she started to tune the men out again she felt a sinfully soft pair of tits press against her own fuck melons. As she heard a lick and a shlurp of tongue filling asshole she caught a “Fuck Tali, you slutty little suit rat!” From Garrus. Well that explained her new partner. Shepard began to rub their sensitive milkers together, just for funsies. This got Garrus’ attention and he decided (wrongfully in Jane’s opinion [not that that mattered]) that Shepard had had enough dick for now. He grabbed her hair and forced her to swap places with Tali.

Disappointed, she found herself nonetheless with a new task, and she tongued her man's asshole like her life depended on it. The slightly sour taste of sweat quickly overrode the lingering sweet taste of cum on her tongue and she buried her face into his bony ass. She idly wondered whether turian males had a prostate and decided her enhanced tongue was an appropriate tool to find out.

Garrus was impressed with the modifications that Cerberus could do. Tali kneeled now in front of him without most of her signature suit, apparently cured of her race's weakened immune system. Her mask had been removed and replaced by a visor like his, her mouth and tongue elongated to more appropriately fellate any shaft placed in front of her. Her breasts had been delightfully enlarged and left exposed, he guessed for the viewing pleasure of mammalian males. Even her lower holes which even a Turian could enjoy had been enhanced with custom masturbators.

He listened as Jeff explained the amenities that would be placed aboard the Normandy, including an interesting new ration type. Cerberus had apparently figured out an Amino neutral liquid that when fed to a specially modified cunt, could transfer the abilities of said slut to the consumer… if any extra abilities were present that is. The facilities to create these “LactoseLasses” were already aboard their vessel, and just needed the whores.

Luckily, Garrus knew just who the whores in question should be. Samara and her brood were powerful biotics indeed and the ability to gain such power without exposing himself to eezo radiation was too tempting to resist. Both men plotted and planned for the capture of the justiciar cunt and her spawn whilst The illusive man bid them farewell, assuming correctly that Garrus was on board with the plan.

Hours of discussions and laughter from the men accompanied moans, slurping, gurgling, and kissing noises from the whores as they planned until the wee hours of the station night cycle. Come morning the two had an effective strike laid out and had dispatched a Cerberus cruiser in the area to carry it out, all the while the sluts in the room continued servicing the men who would enslave more of their fellow women without interruption. After all their pretty heads weren't meant for freedom or ideals, only sucking and fucking.