Afterlife

In Afterlife, there had been some changes as of late. The various bartenders were rotated out and replaced with a series of sophisticated synthetic women, silvery and beautiful, while also remaining completely focused and unfazed by the other changes all around them. The dancers were no longer just eye candy, they were practically walking sex dolls, with tits and asses so huge that it looked like they'd snap their hourglass waists snap clean in two. Some of them stripped as part of their routines, but most of them simply came out naked and giggling. If you paid well, you could take them right then and there. The Asari were all pink while the human women were all bright blonde with bright bubblegum eyes, and there were even rumors that, for a more exotic experience, there was a room in the back where one could see some Quarian sluts outside of their suits. Such was the magic of Pink Sand.

The clientele were mostly men now, that much was obvious, even though it was common knowledge it was easier to get into Afterlife if you were a woman. Of course, that came with the caveat that it was a lot harder to leave, and indeed most never did. The air was saturated with sweet Pink Sand, slightly diluted so as not to potentially frighten off any visitors who might go telling the Citadel. Transformations were not instantaneous, instead occurring gradually as the compound built up in the victim's systems, but they were no less permanent. Their brains would slowly be softened and smoothed over like putty, and when they were all hollowed out, with nothing left of their higher brain functions but an overclocked sex drive, they'd quietly disappear inside Afterlife's walls, never to be seen again. A few days later, a buxom blonde or a pretty in pink would debut on the stage or in the private rooms, unrecognizable, and utterly insatiable. Of course, there was only so much room in Afterlife, so they'd invariably be rotated out and quietly shipped off to one of their affiliates. This was the new paradigm.

...

On the floor, the synths served drinks. Rather than getting tips, they usually got a firm slap on their artificial ass or a good motorboating for their troubles. They of course did not even notice. They simply waited for the customer to finish before walking off. If they noticed a female patron about to go from mental to physical transformations, they would quietly escort her to the back, and if she was with someone, pay that person handsomely to forget she ever existed. Usually, they'd do so happily. The ones who didn't... Well there were always more traditional methods of getting rid of problems to fall back on.

Around the great neon pillar in the center of the club, pinked Asari danced, teasing their audience and each other. In some cases they'd just go down on each other right then and there. Wasn't unusual. One of the new girls, Li-Li, had been really popular. Tended to be that the smarter they were before, the sluttier they were now, and Li-Li was a world class whore. Some of the richer patrons paid good money to the Shadow Broker to see if they could find out who she was, looking to make powerful friends if they happened to be looking for her. Only the Shadow Broker never got back to any of them. In fact, it seemed for all intents and purposes that they had disappeared. Oh well. In the meantime, they could still enjoy Li-Li's performance, and for the right price, her body.

...

In the back, Zori was being fucked up the ass by a rich bitch with an axe to grind. Apparently, she had some... issues with the Quarians as a whole, and upon hearing she could see what one looked like outside of its cocoon and then violate it to her heart's content, she paid a king's ransom to due whatever she wanted for as long as she wanted. When she walked in, she admittedly had some less-than-pleasant ideas, ones which might've permanently damaged the merchandise, but after just a few moments she was in a good mood. Seeing how everyone else seemed to be enjoying the services of brainless sexy bodies, she chose to dial it back, and enjoy herself too, albeit a little rougher than was perhaps appropriate.

"You like that don't you? Stupid alien slut!" She called out as she thrust. "You know you're even uglier outside of your suit!"

"Oh! Yes!" Zori cried as she felt the girl smack her ass. "This is, like, all I'm good for! Please! Go deeper! Deeper!" She shrieked. She panted.

"Heh... Yeah, that's all you alien cocksleeves are good for! Hehe... You're like... Uh... You're like..." She trailed off. She felt funny. Had she had too much to drink? She didn't seem to remember having anything to drink, but then again, she also couldn't remember her own name right now. That was fine. What use did a silly little girl like her have for things like names? "You're, like, so stupid..." She giggled. "When I'm done, I want you to, like, fuck me up the ass! See if your stupid brain, like, learned anything from this..."

"Ah! Like, sure!" Zori cried. In the shadows, two synths waited for this to reach a natural breaking point, so they could step in and take their newest recruit away.

...

"That's it girls. Keep going..." Said a voice. Sami and Kiki couldn't see the source of the voice through the bright lights, but they didn't care. They were too busy sticking their tongues in each other's pussies as an info drone recorded them. Entertainment, of course, was not limited to in-person experiences. For the less financially solvent degenerates, holovids were already circulating of bimbo fuckdolls playing it up for the camera. Some were tasteful, gentle, teasing the audience. Others were rough, hardcore, like two animals in heat. This was somewhere in between. These two had proven to be quite the stars. Kiki's dance routines were the stuff of legend, especially when she used Sami as the pole...

...

In a secret loading dock which had previously been used as an emergency exit from Omega, orders were being filled, and merchandise was being loaded. Two guards walked with Miri, who was naked save for a pair of hot pink headphones filling her hollow head with hypnotic programming, reinforced by the sex toys in her pussy and ass, as she was prepared for her new owner. Someone had paid a fortune for her body, outbidding all other prospective buyers by a number of zeroes. She would still be bubbly and stupid, but with this specialized training, she would be able to do more than simply fuck. Her eyes were half-open, her pink puffy lips parted in a stupid unthinking smile as she walked.

Ahead, a steel box was laid out and opened. It was no larger than a casket. When they got close, one of the guards nudged her with his gun.

"Get in slut," he said, in the tone of voice of someone for whom this sight, a blonde bombshell with no brain who would gladly let you do anything you wanted to them, had against all odds become boring. It wasn't hard to see why. In other parts of the dock, women were loaded by the dozen into large freight crates, to be sold en masse to some Terminus Systems brothel. In the biggest ones, if they spaced it properly, they could fit as many as two dozen bimbos in one box. Miri here, however, was a special case. Some special orders were shipped out by themselves to their new owners. Jackie had been sent out the day before, sold back to Cerberus to make up for all the damage she had caused.

Like Jackie before her, Miri robotically lowered herself into the box, which was claustrophobic and uncomfortable. She did not care. She could not care. She laid back, staring blankly straight up as the crate was pressed shut, squeezing her overinflated breasts against the rest of her chest. She let out a soft giggle, the last thing the guards would hear from her. Now enclosed in darkness, had she still possessed even an ounce of self-awareness, she would have no doubt noticed the air circulate and chill. Some might have thought they were being cryogenically preserved, but she wasn't being frozen as much as she was being refrigerated. Kept fresh so to speak, and in such a way as to not attract the interest of customs inspectors. The Pink Sand meant their bodies were 24-hour automatic sextoys, their biology forever rewritten, no longer requiring food or water, only minimal oxygen and occasional sleep. Not a bad trade off for all independent thought and intelligence.

She was loaded onto the ship, pressed into storage next to dozens of identical units, and there she would remain until they reached lllium, where her new owner, a young human heiress who'd asked for her specifically, awaited. Oriana was her name, but Miri would know her only as "mistress". She would serve her loyally for the rest of her life, or until it was convenient enough for her secondary programming to kick in, and she converted her new mistress into a fellow bimbo ****.

...

If people were scared of Aria before, they were downright terrified of her now. She had been bad before, but she'd also been honorable. Now she'd thrown that all away chasing the profit and the power that came from this dangerous and dirty business. She didn't even have the guts to come down and examine her handiwork. Instead she spent all her time in her penthouse suite, delegating day-to-day activities to some of her newly hired lieutenants. The old ones who hadn't wanted a part in all this had vanished, and bimbos looking suspiciously like her female lieutenants had been spotted prancing about. All in all, with how different things had become, it was almost as if she wasn't even in power anymore.

And that was because she wasn't. For in that penthouse, instead of the proud Pirate Queen of Omega, they'd find nothing but a slutty, hot pink Asari with massive tits, a generous ass, and glossy lips made for sucking cock. She wore a leather collar, the only thing she was allowed to wear, with a shiny new chain hanging off of it that disappeared somewhere between her boobs. She spent her days spread wide on the bed, pleasuring herself, giggling like a moron as drool and sweat dripped down her naked body. Her bubblegum brain was smooth and empty, deliberately deprived of anything but the desire to fuck, suck, and obey. There was not even a hint of the old Aria in there. There was simply Ari.

Janey **** walked past the bed. She wondered what it would feel like to have Ari or Mistress put her in her place, bend her over, and violate her virgin ass. She had never been particularly adventurous in the bedroom when she had been Commander Shepard, part of her having been a tried and true professional. She was so glad she didn't have to worry about that anymore. Now she could fulfill her role as Mistress's personal fucktoy, trophy wife, and slutty maid all at once.

Detecting too much neural activity, the implant in her head activated, blanking her mind of all thoughts that weren't the direct orders of her mistress. It had been a precaution. Commander Shepard was known to have had an iron will. If some part of her mind still survived, it was too great a risk to allow it to slowly reassert itself. Slightly more rigid, her eyes rolled back in her head, she walked with greater purpose to the window, where the mistress was looking down at Afterlife.

"Your wine mistress," she said in a robotic voice, holding out a wine glass and bottle on a silvery tray.

"Thank you ****," she turned, revealing the stark raptor-like features of a female turian. "Oh, did someone have too many stray thoughts?" She asked, taking notice of her rolled back eyes and empty expression. She reached out and ran her fingers down Janey's cheek, gently moving her long blonde hair out of the way. "You humans are so... soft. Like a stuffed animal. It's cute."

"Like, thank you mistress Nyreen!" Janey exclaimed, her eyes rolling forward as her brain reactivated. Nyreen Kandros grinned, taking the tray and placing it on the window sill. She had asked for the wine, but the moment had passed.

"Tell me something Shepard," Nyreen started, the use of the name "Shepard" causing Janey to wince slightly. That woman was dead and she wasn't coming back. She was Janey, and if she had a last name, it was ****. "How do you feel knowing I've taken everything from you? Your crew, your ship, your strength, your intelligence, all of it stripped from you forever. How does that make you feel?"

"Like, great!" She giggled. "You can, like, strip me whenever and however you want mistress!" She smiled stupidly, causing Nyreen to grin. She turned and walked over to the bed and the masturbating Ari.

"How about you Aria?" She asked. "How do you feel knowing everything you were is gone forever? Taken by the woman who was stupid enough to love you once? How does it feel to know you're even stupider now? So stupid you won't even try to stop me if I do this..." She pushed her hand between Ari's boobs, causing her to moan. Then she yanked on Ari's chain and pulled her close, so she could look her dead in the eyes. "How does it feel Aria?"

"Like... Good... Fuck me... Mistress..." She panted.

This whole plan had gone perfectly. The Talons had planted the virus in the Normandy's A.I. when they visited Oasis. Even if one of the crew hadn't been stupid enough to stick her head in the Pink Sand, it would have been released all over the ship, bringing these beautiful and powerful women straight to her. Meanwhile, she had moved on Aria, blowing some right in her face like pixie dust. She had altered her own DNA to inoculate herself against it, so she could stroll right into a cloud of the stuff and walk out with her brain and body intact. After several **** fucks, the Normandy arrived, a new stable of bimbos ready for service. She had scrapped the ship, but not before stripping the A.I. of enough data and sapience to operate wholly on her mobile platform, before copying it over and over again to make her new synthetic staff and secret police. She had sold most of the Normandy's crew, only a few still lingering in Afterlife, but she would never let Shepard go. Criminals across the galaxy had dreamed of bringing her down, but Nyreen had been the one to do it, and even better, she could enjoy her body as a trophy. More than anyone else could say.

"Janey ****," Nyreen said, using her proper name to the ****'s delight. "Bring us two of my favorite strap ons. Ari wants to be fucked, and you deserve to help for being such a good ****..." Images of Ari being spitroasted between Nyreen and Janey made the turian lick her lips.

"Long live the queen," she smiled.