Hagalaz upper atmosphere

Liara was having a terrible day. Ever since her take over as the shadow broker she had begun to send feelers and agents out to scout for Reaper artifacts and to keep a close eye on Cerberus for her old friend. Only a few weeks later about half her agents ceased reporting. The other agents either lost contact with the missing ones, oddly all female agents, completely or assured her that everything was fine. She soon however figured out that the latter were double crossing her, feeding Cerberus information about possible locations and private networks that she hid through.

All this to say that Liara was well and truly in deep. Waking up to a cup of cold caffeine only to look outside as 4 Cerberus cruisers pulled alongside her vessel wasn't quite the morning she wanted. Now she began to hear the sound of all her security systems crashing or exploding outside the panic room where she placed her S.O.S. to Shepard. 'Of course to no answer, why would anyone answer when it was an emergency, mission critical comms blackout my blue ass.' She thought.

An eerie silence fell on the halls of the old vessel shortly after that thought. Glyph appeared inside the room with her for the 15th time insisting that someone desired a meeting with her and was aboard. After dismissing the VI there came a rather loud THUD as Cerberus soldiers began to attach lock shunts to the door. Liara tried to steady her breathing as she prepared for a fight. Eventually the door swung open just enough for someone to speak through.

"You can come out, Broker." The voice was one of her agents that had gone missing. "The ship is ours and we promise if you comply no harm will come to you."

"LAIR!" Tsoni shouted, preparing a biotic attack to smash through to an escape shuttle.

"We just want a meeting with Commander Shepard, we can't get one if you are dead. And if you come out of that vault armed, trying to make for the escape shuttle, you will be. All exits to this room are guarded by heavy machine guns with cross fire, even you couldn't take us all before we drop you Ma'am."

'Damn' was the only thought Liara could conjure. Logic began to assert itself over the combat instinct she had drummed up. If they were lying, why not pitch a grenade in the room, the blast would have torn her to shreds. If they were telling the truth and she was captured, this could be a goldmine of intel and Shepard would be fast approaching to get her out.

With a sigh and a bad feeling in her gut she holstered her Carnifex and dismissed her biotics with a thought. Liara T'soni, The Shadow Broker, raised both hands in a gesture of surrender and began to walk out of the panic room. What she saw outside it justified that feeling a thousand times over.

True to her agent's word there was a mess of heavy guns all around the room. It was what was holding them, as well as speaking to her that left her horrified. All her missing agents were in the room with her drastically changed. Wearing what could only be described as ballistic swimwear crossed with lingerie, their outfits made the Lawson woman on Shepard's crew look conservatively dressed.

Sheer glossy stockings covered legs set in uncomfortable looking 8 inch wedge thigh high boots. These stockings led up to the groin area where they were covered by a g-string bikini that left both breasts and buttocks exposed. On the shoulders rested the only visible armor in the form of pauldrons and arm armor. Ridding the swell of the hips was a belt with a shield generator and several containers for what Liara assumed were special ammunition for the strange weapons they held. Most of the heads were covered in an apparent ballistic face shield that was transparent at the bottom exposing what was done to their mouths. Large ball gags wrenched each woman's jaw open to an obscene degree. In lew of straps to hold the gag in place it appeared it was bolted in place through either cheek and into the face mask.

At first Liara was confused as to how she so clearly heard one of them speak before recognizing a speaker implanted into the collar of one of these poor women. As the fetishized soldiers came and locked her cuffs into place, one of them reached down and quite jarringly ripped a hole in the groin of Liara's pants. After letting out an embarrassed yelp and a "What do you think you're doing!" She heard an electronic whine behind her and then her world erupted in intense agony.

One of her former agents had slipped some kind of painful taser deep into her womanhood and left her spasming and drooling on the floor until by the grace of the goddess she lost consciousness.

She awoke several days later, unaware of where she was but doubtless it was still in Cerberus' hands. She began to glance around while her body was still numb and noticed more of those soldiers like her former agents had become. Flashing colors and odd sounds coming from behind the face masks. As her eyes drifted lower she couldn't help but notice 2 probes protruding from between each female's thighs. The ones closest to her had a holographic ring around the outside that read "Waste Removal Plug".

She began attempting to shift to wake her body and effect an escape from the over-fetishized Cerberus lab and realized a few things. 1. Her body was fixed in place nude as if she were crawling on all fours. 2. She could freely move her arms below the elbows and legs below the knees but could neither see them or feel anything with them. 3. Her breasts had been enlarged to a degree that would be comical on an asari prostitute but left her budding tears at her new form. And finally 4. Her lips had been inflated to the point her mouth couldn't close even if she were to force it along with a tongue extension so it wouldn't fit into her mouth anymore and apparently enhanced and overproducing saliva glands as she drooled all over her new tits.

All of this movement had also not only revealed that something was wedged into her anus fairly deep but alerted a doctor who turned and grew a very sadistic smile. "Ah, excellent you are awake. I have just about finished with my work on you and you will be ready for testing. Let's see, spill feeder plug in place, waste port in place, limb relocation functional..."

He droned on listing horrifiying things done to her as if discussing skycar mods. Reworking her digestion to only require semen?! Enhanced nerve endings?! Organic mind breaking?! This man was insane! Shepard had to help her before it was too late.

The strange man approached as she squealed around her inflated lips and thrashed in her restraints, her biotics failing to manifest for reasons unknown to her. In his hand was a pristine white hood with a single cut out made from the same material as the strange soldiers clothes. She continued her thrashing as he began to force it over her head. It was tight and uncomfortable on her skin, and also left her blind. The singular hole in the hood was situated over her new fat cock pillows.

The bottom of the mask was tucked into a collar that was locked around her neck. A second later her squeals of defiance became screams of pain as the collar heated up enough to heat shrink the hood to her face like a second skin. "Very good. Now im going to call in some friends of mine to give you a test run. Be on your very best behavior, my dear."

'Not like i have any options you fucker' Liara thought as she thrashed even more in her restraints.

Eventually as she tired herself out she heard voices enter the room. "Shit Davey, you weren't kidding. Some prime asari fuckmeat right here."

Liara squealed as a mighty SMACK landed on her ass. "Yes gentlemen and I assure you she is ready for a very thorough test." That sinking feeling in her stomach worsened even more.

"Well then boys, you heard the good Doctor. Lets turn this slut out with a proper welcome aboard." One of the other voices said. She began to feel several meaty thwacks all over her body as hands and more phallic appendages began to rub and grope whatever they could.

For some reason she couldnt explain her indignant protests turned to sensual moans as her body flooded with asari sex chemicals. She hadnt felt like this since her and Shepard... no that was a private memory she wouldn't sully with these rapists. Why, when shepard got her out of this she would find out the identities of these sick freaks and personally rip off their- Gasp MOAN.

One of them had slipped into her pussy abruptly and was now pounding away, using her as nothing more than a jerk off toy. As she was beginning to unscramble her head, another slammed his cock home into her throat. She was surprised she didn't find this uncomfortable, matter of fact it was downright pleasurable. She moaned around the intruder and couldn't help but be amazed at the taste. The most masculine and rich taste coming from the beast battering her throat and gag reflex into submission as her over inflated dick holsters for lips kissed his pubes sent a quiver to her core.

These reactions were not hers. Something in her mind was forcing her to get wetter, clench tighter, suck more, and be hornier. For a moment she wrestled back control from this entity, screaming and thrashing around the wonderfully filling manhoods rearranging her insides. This only seemed to drive on her masculine and virile rapists even more. What's more she could feel herself losing ever more control to the magical and blissful thing trying to take her mind.

"Mmmah mmmuu mmaa mmiihh!"(I don't want this) Liara tried to scream around her oral invader, who kept happily plugging her now pleasantly vibrating suck hole. "Mmeeharrr, mmeeehh mmaay mmeee!!"(Shepard, please save me)

As the men finished, either in her poor abused little blue lower mouth or her tight sobbing face pussy as her slowly twisting mind was beginning to think of them as, more men saddled up and took their compatriots place. For several hours she was passed around and brutally fucked in every hole she had. Her first anal rape had confirmed something was wedged in her lower intestine as the man continued to batter it with his heavenly, no savage, settle for beastly, cock. However no matter how much cum was unloaded into her she never got full or leaky. Muscles no longer hers to control tightened down as spent members were removed from her master's holes and clenched until a new soldier decided to take her for a ride or all fluids were absorbed, an odd feeling for the relatively young woman.

During this parade of Cerberus' finest she lost count of the quivering and occasionally squirting orgasms she had. She really should be passing out from exhaustion and dehydration by now but that new voice in her head insisted it was all this beautiful life giving cum was somehow converting to energy and keeping her awake while not letting her mind recover.

It became easier and easier to surrender, to just cum what was left of her brains onto these wonderful throbbing cocks. Eventually all thoughts of Cerberus, Reapers, Protheans, or even Shepard were either fucked out of her head or squirted out onto some Cerberus grunts balls as he battered her womb into her throat. All thought that made Liara a sentient being had ceased, the last one being 'Mother would be so dissapointed'. Now all that was left was an organic machine, a machine that craved hard cocks and cum. No other desires and no other thoughts. When left alone she moaned and wriggled, trying to tempt passersby into making use of her. And when she succeeded she squealed or gagged in rapturous joy.

"PHWEEEZTH MNITHERTH, PHWEEEZ OOOZ THHITHH ZTHIZTH THOILETH. MNY MNOUTH PHUTHY ITH STHO HUNGWY ANN MNY PHUK HOLETH AWE EMPHTHY ANN WOMNWEY. PWEEZTH THIB MNE CAWK!!" (Please misters please use this jizz toilet. My mouth pussy is so hungry and my fuck holes are empty and lonely. Please give me cock!!) She would cry. Her doctor made a special note to himself to include a detachable gag in the production models, 'maybe one that fed into a semen tank via portal for good behavior.' He pondered

'However' he thought, 'The Illusive Man shall be most pleased.' He sidled up toward her and rested his balls on her greatly improved breasts and placed his rapidly hardening 8 incher in front of her oral orifice. Simply the feel of his nuts on her tits sent her almost vibrating with a purr, and sensing the head mere inches from her face pussy she bobbed forward as far as she could. The rig that immobilized her and presented her assets so pleasingly allowed her just enough range of movement to rape her own throat and begin to pump away, her head empty of any thoughts but cocks and cum. "AAAMN OOOOH IIIIISHER!" She choked out around his meat

The hyper inflated lips continued to kiss his pubes and his ball sack simultaneously as she coughed, gagged, and throated her way to a fresh batch of nut batter. Since her cerebral activity had diminished however her tongue had come to life and begun to work its own magic. Coiling out of the sex pillows that were her lips they spiraled around and carefully caressed each teste, weighing them as if trying to feel how much cum they would give her. The tongue then bravely wandered lower,past the sack and lovingly licking its way across the sensitive bridge betwixt balls and ass. Once this spine tingling journey was complete the tongue of the young asari doctor turned sex furniture found its prize.

The tongue tickling his asshole was a pleasant surprise, he hadn't programmed that into her. As it began smothering and moistening his rectum like some twisted yet pleasurable bidet he got another idea. One so disgustingly degenerate he couldn't help but fill this hungry cock socket as a reward for the inspiration and ingenuity.

The doctor laughed and sighed, Liara T'soni was dead. In her place was merely a fuck toy, a thing to dump cum into, a Snatch Station. He was ready to ship the design to production and after that, well one on every street corner didn't seem so bad.